A/N: Oops I was inspired by fanfics. Happens to the best of us.

I may continue this, I may not. We'll see what happens.

Waiting For You

Having been alive for over two hundred years and seeing the horrendous side of both humanity and vampires makes a person rather jaded. Alec grew weary of the monopoly of life – the one night stands, falling into bed with someone he thought was different only for them to leave like everyone else, staving off his bloodlust by drinking only when absolutely necessary – and sometimes wonders if he should go to the Volturi and ask them to put an end to this.

He knows the oldest vampire clan wouldn't indulge him, not with the powers he has. The ability to stop time and bend it to his will, along with shielding capabilities, makes Alec a unique specimen. A desirable one. One the Volturi won't destroy, as perhaps one day they can convince the man to come to their side.

It makes Alec ponder on breaking a law so they have no choice but to kill him, yet something screams at him from the pits of his very soul to hang on for a little longer. It was saying that for the past hundred years, and Alec wonders when the fuck the feeling will let go so he can do what he wanted for all those years.

Not yet. Stay. He'll need you.

Who? Alec doesn't know. He sees visions of a man from time to time – beautiful, slicked back blond hair, golden eyes, and a sorrow Alec relates to far more than he cares to admit. Something in his soul – or whatever's left of it – tells him to hang on, this man needs him to stay. But is he real, or just a figment of Alec's desperate imagination to have his mate?

Falling into bed with various men was easy, simple, no strings attached. He couldn't; after all, they weren't the ones his blood desires. But Alec finds himself trying to find the person who was made for him and vice versa, but it's a hopeless dream each and every time he falls into bed with another man.

They fuck, he leaves, and the cycle repeats itself, over and over again.

Yet the beautiful man with topaz eyes doesn't leave Alec's mind, no matter how many times he tries to bat him out. Seeing the way he carries himself with anguish so potent in his bones it makes Alec want to sob, and he would have if the luxury wasn't taken from him. It's almost as if this man too has grown tired of the monopoly of vampire life and yearns to find something, someone, to make everything worth it in the end.

I'll find you. When I do, I won't let you go.

Alec finds himself drawn to Forks, Washington, although he doesn't understand why. It's a small town; it barely pings on his radar of places he wanted to visit, but something pulls him here, and Alec isn't the type to ignore what his soul – or what was left of it – tells him to do.

Days go by without much instance, and Alec considers leaving, despite everything he is howling at him to stay and wait. His thirst becomes too much, but something tells him to hunt away from Forks, so he wanders to Seattle to drink before finding his way back to the tiny town.

Stay. Wait.

Why? There's nothing here.

Just wait.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Alec lets out a soft growl. There's nothing keeping him here. He can leave at any moment. But something's pulling him here, something's demanding him to stick around because it'll all be worth it in the end.

When he meets Raven, he considers it might be meeting his old friend again. After all, they hadn't seen each other in thirty years, maybe more. Alec wasn't keeping track of time; there was no point to it, really. But when his oldest comrade, the only person Alec kept in touch with from his old life, tells him he has his mate, it makes a sick feeling rack through Alec's core.

Of course Raven has his mate. Why wouldn't he? He's beautiful, stunning, and the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Alec doesn't expect his friend to tell him his mate is a werewolf, and said werewolf imprinted on him so it was both the imprint and mating call drawing them together, yet hearing it makes him feel even more sick.

Everyone around him was getting their forever, their happy ending, but here Alec was, stuck stagnant and never moving. He wonders if he should tell Raven of the man he keeps seeing in his visions, and after a few minutes of careful debate, Alec mentions the man's general description to Raven, whose red eyes blow wide.

Alec would have laughed if the situation wasn't so serious.

"That sounds a lot like Carlisle. I've met him a few times; kind of a stick in the mud, but he's not a bad guy. Seems pretty lonely though, especially living with his family who are all bonded in some way," Raven muses. "I could take you to his house if you wanted? No harm in getting to meet the dude."

Alec feels his undead heart give a solid, singular beat within his ribs, knowing such a thing is impossible. But hearing the man's name – Carlisle – makes Alec's body tingle pleasantly. Even his name sounds like it was meant to spill from Alec's lips like a sacred hymn, and so he and Raven make their way to the Cullen's residence, where Alec feels like sparks explode on his skin.

Someone in there is making him feel alive for the first time in over two hundred years, and he's going to figure out who it is.

Alec hears a werewolf approach them, and flicks his gaze over to where a large, tan wolf goes to Raven's side and nuzzles his nose against his friend's side. Raven wears a smile, soft and tender, as he glides his fingers through the wolf's mane, casting a smile at Alec.

"Jacob, this is Alec, my oldest, most cherished friend," Raven introduces them, and Jacob looks into Alec's eyes, almost like he's sizing him up. "Alec, Jacob, my mate."

"Nice to meet you, Jacob," Alec greets, and Jacob lets out a low noise. He focuses his attention back on the house. "Is this Carlisle home, or should I wait here? I don't want to spook them into attacking me, especially since you mentioned they don't drink from humans."

"He's right there." Raven points to a figure staring out the window, and Alec looks to where Raven gestures. When their eyes lock, Alec feels his undead heart give yet another beat, and a possessive noise rumbles his chest. "Oh yeah, he's definitely yours. Get in there and introduce yourself already, you idiot."

Alec doesn't need further persuasion, especially when he sees Carlisle move from his spot by the window. He doesn't even get to the door before someone grabs his shoulders, and the jolt of electricity makes Alec feel alive for the first time in all his two hundred years.

He doesn't get a chance to introduce himself, either, before the one grasping his shoulders throws him against a tree and stares into his crimson irises. The eyes locked with his are ochre with rings of gold around them, and Alec knows without words this is the man he's been seeing in his visions for over a hundred years.

"Carlisle, right?" Alec tries for casualness but it lands somewhere deeper, a more intimate connection. Carlisle simply stares in his eyes, his hand reaching forward and dusting across Alec's cheek, and Alec can't help but grip onto his wrist. "I'm Alec. It's nice to finally meet the man I've been seeing in my peripheral vision for so long."

"Alec." Oh god, the way Carlisle says his name makes his knees go weak. Yes, he's definitely his – he was made for Carlisle, just as Carlisle was made for him. "You've kept me waiting long enough."

"Sorry about that," Alec teases, grinning a little. "I've been all over the place. Didn't think I'd end up in a tiny town like this, but hey, when you can feel your mate's sorrow and despair, well, it would draw anyone anywhere, even a sewer."

That earns a quiet chuckle as Carlisle drops his head to rest on Alec's shoulder. In turn, Alec weaves his arms around his mate's – his mate's! – body, loving the pure power and strength he can feel from Carlisle. He knows he'll protect him, and god damn it, Alec will move the sun and stars to protect this man as well.

"Guess that's my good deed for the day," Raven comments; Alec forgot he was there. "You guys get to know each other, and Alec, my man, you owe me dinner sometime."

Alec rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'll find you the beefiest human I can and throw them at your feet."

Raven smirks. "I'll hold you to that. C'mon, Jay, let's leave these two alone, eh?"

A soft growl leaves Jacob before Alec can hear him and Raven leave, and he glides his fingers through Carlisle's hair, quite enjoying how soft it is. "Raven's gonna hold this over my head for the next few centuries, I just know it," Alec grumbles, a bemused sigh erupting from his throat. "But I'll live with it. I always do."

A hiss leaves the younger vampire when Carlisle finds the skin of his neck, taking the flesh between his teeth and nibbling on it. He breathes out a soft sigh as Carlisle's hands trace every bit of his body, almost like he's committing it to memory. He hears his mate let out pleased noises when Alec snarls or growls, and once he's done with mapping every part of Alec, he leans up, a devilish smirk on his face.

"You're perfect," his mate whispers, blowing cool air against his cheek. If Alec could blush, he definitely would be. "Perfect and utterly mine."

"I-I think perfect's a bit of a stretch," Alec stutters. Yep, he'd definitely be blushing right now if he was able. "Especially when compared to you. What are you, an Adonis? How did no one snatch you up before?"

Carlisle laughs, and Alec decides he wants to do whatever he can to ensure he's always laughing and smiling and never in despair again. "You know that as well as I do."

"True," Alec remarks, his own hands mapping out Carlisle's body. He grins at the hiss it wins as his hands take note of every inch and contour of Carlisle's perfect form, and once he moves his hands away, finds himself surprised when Carlisle pins them above his head. "Oh, is there somewhere you want me?"

A possessive snarl rumbles through his mate as he leans forward, scent marking Alec to the point no one, not even a newborn, could mistake he was taken by another. Once Carlisle's finished with such a thing, he keeps Alec's hands pinned, but his other hand drifts down Alec's form for a brief few seconds until it tips his head up so their eyes lock.

"Beautiful," Carlisle whispers.

Alec casts his eyes to look at something, anything, other than the intensity his mate gazes upon him. His hand pulls Alec back to look at him, and when their lips find one another, Alec swears his undead heart gives yet another beat within the cage of his ribs.

He's completely and utterly at this man's mercy, what with his hands still being pinned above his head, and the only way to describe the kiss is Carlisle fucking his mouth with his tongue, mapping out every corner and crevice of Alec's heat.

And Alec?

He's never been kissed in such a way, not in all of his years, and he knows he could get drunk just on the taste of Carlisle's lips and tongue.

Alec isn't sure how long they remain locked together, only that a small smile lingers on his face when Carlisle breaks the contact.

"Wow," he murmurs, chewing the inside of his cheek.

"Hm?"

"I've never," Alec swallows thickly, "been kissed like that before."

"Oh? Well, you will be every day if I have anything to say about it."

Alec flicks his gaze to look away before he feels himself being drawn in yet again. He places his hand upon Carlisle's cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb. His mate grasps onto his wrist, simply holding him in place, and Alec leans forward until their foreheads align.

He's used his gift before, but it never meant as much as it does right now. Concentrating, he shows Carlisle everything about his life; from the moment he was created until this very moment, hoping to whatever god listens to vampires this man understands it was him, it was always him, even if Alec fell in bed with various other men.

It was always him.

A sharp inhale is the only answer Alec gets once everything's said and done, and crimson stares into gold. Alec finds Carlisle's hand and clings onto it, trepidation making him chew on his bottom lip as he waits for Carlisle to say something, anything.

Alec finds himself grateful he can't sweat.

"You've–..." a choked sound, "been through so much. So, so much. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner."

Alec sees grief and distress in Carlisle's eyes, and he shushes him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and giving him the best smile he can. "No, no, I didn't show you that so you would be sad. I showed you because it's been you, it always has been you, for all the decades I've seen your face in my mind. I was created to be with you, just as you were to be with me."

A soft sigh slips from Carlisle's lips as he once more drops his head so it rests on Alec's shoulder. Alec keeps his arms tightly wound around this man, knowing he's his forever, that the monopoly of life was worth every second to meet him, to be with him.

"I thought of you as well, you know."

Alec blinks before a grin crosses his face. "Too bad it took us so long to find each other, huh? I would have loved to have met you a lot sooner, but," he adds on, "everything happens for a reason, or so I was taught to believe. Maybe we were meant to live without each other until the time was right."

"Perhaps," Carlisle murmurs against Alec's shoulder, and Alec laughs, one hand finding its way into Carlisle's hair and stroking his scalp, loving the happy purr his mate emits at the action. "I do know I'm never letting you go. I've waited four hundred years for you."

Alec balks at those words. Two hundred without his mate was bad enough, but double that? It makes a pained whimper leave his lips. The sound spurs Carlisle into action, as he claims Alec's lips in a soft kiss, breaking the contact only when Alec's painful noises settle.

"As you said, everything happens for a reason. Don't dwell on the years we had without one another, as we'll never be apart now that we have each other," Carlisle says softly against Alec's lips, and he nods, fingers moving in lazy circles through Carlisle's hair. "I suppose I should introduce you to my family, as they're probably wondering why I bolted so fast from the window."

"Your family?" Alec's voice is small. He never had a family – even from the moment he was changed, he chose to be alone until he met Raven and the other vampire was the closest thing to a family Alec had, even though that relationship would best be described as mildly dysfunctional. "What if I'm not good enough for them?"

"Hush. You're mine; they'll be happy I finally found you," Carlisle reassures, pulling on Alec's hand. "Come."

Alec finds himself unable to refuse, his undead heart feeling like it beats yet again at the soft, tender way Carlisle holds his hand, like he's the most precious thing in the world and heaven help anyone who dares to try and take him away.

He could get used to this.

Fin...?