by Flynn Eire
I didn't bother to wait for anyone to answer, I just turned and stormed out the office. I got as far as halfway down the hallway before I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It spun me around and I was all ready to yell at Matteo some more. But it wasn't Matteo, it was Alexander. And instead of yelling . . . I gasped as he pushed me hard against the wall, and kissed me.
His lips were just as supple as I remembered. It wasn't any soft peck this time. Instead it was demanding and full of heat. Alexander pushed his body against mine as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I gladly yielded to the kiss. I felt his tongue running along my lips, telling me to open up for him. His tongue felt like heaven in my mouth. My arms found their way around his neck, pulling him even closer to me. I loved the way the line of his body felt against mine. I melted when I realized his cock was hard and pressed into my thigh. Was his dick really hard for me? Just from kissing me?
"I can't fight it anymore," Alexander hissed against my lips as he reached into my shorts and started stroking my cock. "I can't watch you be with another, Dimika. You're mine."
"Yes, oh god, yes, Alexander," I moaned as he stroked me faster. I turned into a lust-filled pile of goo when he started licking along my jaw.
"Say it, Dimika," he growled in my ear. "Admit you are mine and that you will never touch another man."
"I'm yours, Alexander," I hissed as he nibbled on my ear. It seemed I really liked that. Between Alexander playing with my dick, feeling his hard cock pressed against my leg, and him biting on my ear I was overwhelmed with sensations. I felt my balls tighten up as my climax started to come. I screamed out my release, "I love you, Alexander."
I had just started coming all over his hand as he sank his fangs into my neck. It sent my cock into overload, exploding as my knees gave. Alexander held me up as he drank from my neck. My brain couldn't even process what was happening.
"No!" He raised his head, screaming, and let me go. I fell to the floor in a heap and watched Alexander go down on all fours and throw up. He threw up my blood, and kept throwing up. "I can undo this."
"Don't bother, Alexander, I'm already dead," I said as I scrambled to my feet.
"No, Dimitri," he said, holding out a hand to me, but then turned away to vomit some more. I started to back away down the hall on shaky legs. I couldn't watch this. The idea of being mated to me was so horrible to Alexander he was making himself throw up my blood before the mating tie fell into place.
I kept walking backwards until I hit the side door that led outside. I hit the bar, turned, and ran. At first I was half running, half limping until my legs felt more solid. By the time I made it to the main gate at the camp I was running at a full sprint.
Alexander didn't want me, he just didn't want me to have anyone else either. Why did he hate me that much? What had I done to deserve this torture?
"Dimitri, come back, let me explain,” Alexander said in my head. Guess that answers the question on whether the mating bond would take or not. Well that was a waste of my blood. I couldn't answer him though, even if I had wanted to. Technically, he had mated with me. I hadn't bitten, or mated with him. So he could talk in my head but I couldn't respond in his.
It was a new, disorienting feeling for me, hearing someone else's voice in my head. The day a vampire got mated was supposed to be one of the happiest of their lives. Instead I was running away from him knowing it would kill me but not caring.
After a vampire mates they have to mate and be bitten by their mate on a regular basis. I never really understood the science of it, something about our genetic makeup. Once you were bitten and mated, you needed your mate's fangs, the compound they gave off, to stay alive. It was the same compound in our saliva that helped wounds heal, but when mated our bodies start craving it. Now that he had mated me Alexander's bite was as important to my health as food and blood were.
I didn't care. I wanted to die right then. How could I live knowing Alexander had just mated me and it was so horrible to him, he tried to stop it? Why had he even bitten me in the first place?
"Please, Dimika, come back to me. I have to explain to you. Don't run away from me to your death," he said in my head. If I hadn't known better, I would have guessed that Alexander sounded scared. What did he have to be scared about? I was the one who was going to die.
"Shut up!" I screamed out loud at no one, knowing it didn't make a difference. "Just shut the fuck up and get out of my head!"
By then I was already miles away from the camp, no one was around me to hear my screaming. Not that I would care if everyone heard me and thought I had lost my mind. I had. Alexander finally cracked me.
Did crazy people know they were crazy?
That thought caused me to finally stop running and laugh. And I knew it wasn't a good laugh. I laughed like a loon as tears streamed down my face. Falling to my knees I started to slam my fists down into the ground, all the while still laughing and crying. Yep, I had lost my mind. Unfortunately there weren't any asylums for crazy vampires. We went crazy and the council sent warriors to kill us.
That left me with two choices: death by warrior because I'd lost my marbles, or a slow death because Alexander wasn't biting me on a regular basis, one that would feel as if I was starving to death. Geeze, gotta love these options!
* * * * I had been wandering for a couple of days before I finally collapsed from exhaustion. I was pretty sure I was still heading in the original direction I started in. But then again, I was so out of my mind I was surprised I wasn't seeing dancing pink elephants. Not to whine, but I was tired from two days straight of walking or running, thirsty from lack of blood between the normal need to drink and what Alexander had taken from me, and starving for food.
Not to mention the fact I was ready to shoot myself in the head just to stop hearing Alexander's voice running through my mind. Added to all that, my muscles were weakening from the need to feel my mate's bite and the chemical it sent into my body.
Alexander was constantly talking to me in my head, but he never said what I needed to hear to turn around and go home. Oh sure, I could tell he was concerned for me. But he never said those three little words . . . I love you. So I still was choosing death over living an empty life where he was my mate. A mate who didn't love or want me.
It wasn't until I started seeing things that I really started to worry. There I sat on the ground, leaning against a tree, talking to Alexander's voice in my head, when I saw him. It wasn't just Alexander, it was Matteo, and a few other of my friends as well.
"Over here," Matteo yelled as he raced towards me. "Dimitri, can you hear me?"
"You're not real," I replied as he got close to me. I tried to push him away but I was too weak. He felt solid and real. I wanted to believe my best friend was really there but I knew in my heart it was just my mind playing more games on me.
Alexander knelt in front of me, taking my face in his hands. "Dimika, are you alright?"
"No, I'm not alright," I sobbed trying to pull away from my Alexander mirage. "You don't love me, you hate that you mated me. Hell, you're not even really fucking here. You talk, talk, talk in my head and I just want to chop it off. I hate you for what you've done to me! You torture and tease me, not wanting me, but not wanting me to be with anyone else. You've pushed me until I've turned into the pathetic, blubbering mess before you."
"I know Dimitri," Alexander replied nodding as tears flowed down his cheeks. "I know you can never forgive me, and I will never forgive myself. But I won't let you die either, so you will just have to add this to list of my sins."
"What . . ?" I started to ask, tilting my head to the side to look at him, and that's when he struck. He was lightening quick, sinking his fangs into the side of my exposed neck. My moan was actually half in protest, I wanted to be left alone to die and not have to feel the pain of his rejection anymore. The other half of my moan was sheer ecstasy. My cock swelled and exploded seconds later, giving me one of the strongest orgasms of my life just from his bite.
I
watched dazed as Alexander pulled away from me and sat back on his heels. We never stopped looking at each other, even as Matteo reached in between us and slapped a bag of blood onto my fangs. He moved my hands so that I was grasping the bag but I was too weak to hold it up to my mouth. Alexander quickly caught one of my hands in his, helping me keep the blood to my mouth. His other hand started stroking my hair as he whispered to me in Russian.
Once the first bag of blood was emptied, Matteo switched it out for a second, then a third. By the time I was done drinking I'd stopped counting how many bags of blood I'd drunk. I had that too full feeling, like when you drink too much water and almost feel it swishing around in your stomach.
Alexander stood and lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing. It was impressive since I weighed much more than him and was inches taller as well.
"This is real, isn't it?" I asked searching his face.
Alexander only nodded, still looking pained at my appearance.
"Then put me down," I said as harshly as I could. "I don't ever want you to touch me ever again."
"No," he answered shaking his head. "I won't, I like the feel of you in my arms. And I put you in this condition so I will reverse it. Plus I will have to bite you every few days for you to live, Dimika. And you will live."
I started crying again, my entire body shivering in his arms. "I don't want to live, just let me die."
"No!" he growled fiercely as he moved towards the SUV I hadn't even noticed. He lifted me in and got me settled on the seat as if I was a small child.
"I hate you," I repeated in between my bouts of crying.
"I know, Dimika."
"Stop calling me that," I wailed. "It hurts too much to hear it."
He searched my face for a few moments before nodding. "As you wish, Dimitri, but I still won't leave you to die."
"You can't make me live, Alexander."
An almost evil grin came across his face, "you'd be surprised what I can make someone do."
"Fine, I concede you can make me live," I replied, still trying to get away from him. "But even you can't make me want to live."
"I will spend the rest of my long, long life trying to change that," he said gently, reaching out to touch my face. His arm dropped to his side when I flinched away from him.
"Yeah, and I'm sure you'll change your mind about that in a few more minutes," Matteo grumbled from the front seat of the SUV. "Hurting my friend even more and causing as much pain as destruction in your wake."
Both of us turned and looked at Matteo, speechless.
He ignored us and started the car.
I took his lead and ignored Alexander, leaning against the side of the seat and window. Closing my eyes I cursed that this was really happening. I didn't think any version of heaven or hell would pick up where my life left off and just continue from there.
Chapter 7
I woke up chained down to a bed in the clinic. Like anyone would, upon realizing I was trapped my initial reaction was to struggle. I tried for several minutes, finally giving up and turning my head when I heard the door open.
"I wanted to be here when you woke up," Alexander said, moving towards my bed. "I'm sorry I was late. And don't bother struggling against the chains, you won't be able to get out."
"Why am I chained down?" I growled, still trying to reach for him even though I knew I couldn't.
"They'll be there until we know for sure you won't be a danger to yourself," he replied, reaching out to touch me.
I turned and tried to bite his hand, but he moved out of the way too quickly. "I'm not trying to hurt you, Dimitri."
"I don't want you to touch me, touching me hurts."
"Not physically," Alexander said, shaking his head. "My touch doesn't bring you pain."
"It hurts my heart," I replied, turning away from him when the tears started running down my face. "Just leave me alone."
"I can't, Dimitri. You are my mate."
"No, I'm not," I grumbled still not looking at him. "Mates are wanted, mates are loved. Mates don't throw up the blood of the person they bite to try and undo being mates."
"I didn't do that because I didn't want you," Alexander replied as he touched my head. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of him touching me. No matter how much I hated him right then, I still loved him. Nice and confusing for me. "I did it because I didn't want you to get stuck being tied to me."
"What? That makes no fucking sense!"
"You deserve a better mate than I could ever be," he said quietly, still running his fingers through my hair. "I don't know how to be softer, loving, or even how to be close to someone. I never have. It was selfish of me to bind you. I've never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you Dimitri. I always have. And it was so easy to ignore when I didn't know you felt the same . . ."
"Just stop it, Alexander!" Matteo yelled as he came into the room. "Leave him alone. Haven't you done enough?"
"Matteo, it's fine," I said, turning to look at him.
"No, it's not okay. I'm tired of watching him put you through the ringer. He's might as well just beat the shit out of you every time he opens his mouth, it'd probably be less painful for you."
"This is not your concern, Matteo," Alexander growled.
"The fuck it isn't," he snarled back. "Here's how this is going to go; you don't talk to Dimitri unless he seeks you out. Every other day you will meet us in my office and bite Dimitri so this mating doesn't hurt him. Or so help me god, Alexander, I will kill you. And I'm not talking a fair, challenged death. I mean a kill-you-in-your-sleep evil revenge death."
"Only because you know you cannot best me in a real challenge."
"No shit," Matteo snickered. "That's why I'm threatening to kill you in your sleep."
"There's no honor in you," Alexander snarled.
"Not when it comes to my friends. I won't let you keep hurting him, no matter if it costs me my honor in the process."
"Enough," I screamed, getting both of them to turn and look at me. "I like Matteo's plan, but no more threatening each other."
Alexander's jaw just about hit the floor, but after a few moments he recovered. "If that is what you wish, Dimitri. I will see you tomorrow after classes in Matteo's office."
"Fine, see you then," I replied and rolled back over away from him. "For now, please just leave me with my friend."
"He's gone," Matteo said a minute later. "It's going to be okay."
I started crying when he came and sat on the bed and put his arms around me. "No, it's really not going to be alright. I've been mated to a man who doesn't want me, doesn't love me, and is stuck with me for eternity."
"He does love you, I can see it in his aura. Alexander is just a dipshit when it comes to showing his feelings."
"Yeah, whatever, Matteo."
"Look, I want to get you out of those chains," Matteo said quietly. "But you have to promise no more trying to kill yourself."
"I didn't try to kill myself . . ." I muttered feebly.
"Running off knowing you were going to die is pretty much the same damn thing. You know I'm right and you're just splitting hairs."
"Fine, you're right," I replied grudgingly. "I won't kill myself and I'll let Alexander bite me so I stay alive."
"Good," Matteo said, raising an eyebrow and searching my face. After a minute or so of examination whatever he saw seemed to pacify him. He started unlocking and pulling the chains off of me.
"Thank god," I groaned after they were finally off. "Can I just go lay in my own bed and get some sleep?"
"Yeah, Dimitri, you're not a prisoner," Matteo said as he helped me stand. "That was Alexander's idea. I trust you and if you say you're done trying to kill yourself, I believe you."
"Thanks, man," I replied, giving him a half hug once he got me out of bed. I kept my arm around his shoulders, because while I had refueled my blood supply and Alexander had bitten me, I still hadn't eaten anything in days.
As we made our way to my room I tried to i
gnore the stares from other people. I'm sure the rumors of what happened were running rapid. Warriors just don't leave the camp. I couldn't even remember a single instance when someone had just gone AWOL. Even more rare, warriors being mated to each other. Vampires weren't necessarily known for being homophobic, it was more that warriors put in their time of service and then looked for their mates.
When we got to my room there was already food waiting for me. It smelled great. Matteo helped me eat and get cleaned up. About an hour later I was full, clean, and tucked into bed. My head hit the pillow and I was out like a light. I didn't even hear Matteo leave.
* I was having the best dream ever. Someone was stroking my cock and kissing my neck. I shivered from the dual pleasurable sensations and let out a moan.
"That's it, Dimitri," Alexander whispered in my ear. "Just enjoy it, my mate."
"No . . . what?" I asked snapping open my eyes and turning to look into Alexander's eyes. This was so not a dream. I reached down and grabbed the wrist of the hand playing with my cock. "Let me go."
"I just wanted to . . ."
"I don't fucking care," I hissed, as he let go of my dick. Once he did, I moved my grip up towards his upper arm. In one swift movement I launched him across my room. I was out of bed and on him before he could even sit up. By the time I realized I was doing it, I was punching in my mate's face.
As quickly as I started, I stopped. Scurrying away from Alexander and his now bloodied face, I sat on the floor, pulled my knees to my chest, and started to shake.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I sobbed over and over between the tears and cries coming out of me.
"I deserved all of it and so much more," Alexander replied as he crawled towards me. I knew his face was already starting to heal since vampire cells regenerated wicked quick.