Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Matter Of Choice ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

REVISED AND REPOSTED - thanks to Paniwi for your help.

After a lot of time and arguements Torin and Demetriov finally face down how they feel about each other.

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Disclaimer: This is an original work that has been in progress for nine years. While I have taken inspiration from a number of sources, the characters and plot line are entirely my own. Anyone wishing to use my characters must contact me for permission FIRST.

In later chapters there will be graphic violence, gore and scenes of a sexual nature - both homo and hetero sexual. There will also be character death. I am not responsible if you do not read this disclaimer and do not like the graphic content.

Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 165 | Status: Work In Progress

Confessions

Torin sat musing. His had been a long life and yet he had not seemed to notice the years pass. He couldn't believe that it had been the best part of a hundred years since he had become a vampire. He had seen the world with his companions, and they got on well enough. Well they did as long as Daniel kept out of his way. The two had nothing against each other in particular but the two's personalities grated and it was apt to cause arguments. Alicia held no interest for him, his real companion was Demetriov. Being around him had been a wild ride, emotionally in particular.

The man infuriated him. They had been close all these years and enjoyed each other's company. Yet he felt like he had been held at a distance ever since Demetriov had changed him that night. The memory burned in his mind; the intimacy of the night, in all honesty how aroused he had been, and how much for a moment, he had wanted his companion. Hang on, let's start being honest now, he had been attracted to Demetriov from the start and damn he was sure the other felt the same way.

You would think that in a hundred years they might have faced this down, but no. Far from it. Instead, whenever Torin tried to push their relationship beyond friendship arguments between the two had erupted. He thought back to the most recent spat that led to him being sat here rather than with Demetriov on the hunt. It had started three days ago.

* * * * *

Torin laughed at Demetriov as he balanced on the wall, treating it like a tightrope, much as a child would. Demetriov's scowl of disapproval was priceless as always.

“Do you have to do that?” The other practically snarled. He had a headache and he was in no mood for Torin's games.

“What?” Came the mock innocent reply, Torin smirking at his glowering friend.

Demetriov took a deep breath and tried not to rise to such a gentle tease. There was no need to; it wasn't Torin's fault that he was in such a foul mood. He tried to ignore the exuberance that he usually loved, but tonight was just a little too much to handle.

“Come on, lighten up.” The younger called playfully, unperturbed when he was ignored. “You can't be a grump for all eternity now can you?”

“Try me.” He replied tersely.

Torin grinned, he liked a challenge. A wicked thought came to mind as their abode came into view. He knew it was childish, but what the hell. He eyed up his companion below him, an impish grin on his features which went completely unnoticed. The wall was fast coming to an end so he leapt down on the unsuspecting Demetriov, tackling him to the floor and pinning him down. He laughed freely as Demetriov stared up at him lost for words as he found himself on his back with Torin straddling his hips.

His breath caught in his throat as grinning wickedly Torin leaned forward, placing his hands either side of Demetriov's head, coming ever closer. He was so beautiful in that moment, emerald eyes shining with laughter, the smile cheeky and so god damned sultry at the same time. He ached for Torin to closed the gap, to feel the other's lips against his, to… no! His fears suddenly overwhelmed him and in a sudden movement he flung Torin of him, scrambling to his feet.

Torin grunted at a sudden flash of pain as he landed hard of his backside.

“Demetriov, what the fuck was that!” He shouted angrily at the other.

“I've no time for your games tonight.” Demetriov replied through clenched teeth, straightening himself out.

Torin pulled himself upright, now thoroughly annoyed.

“What the hell crawled up your ass!” He shot at the other's back.

Demetriov whirled round. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You heard me.” Torin brushed himself off. “You've been in an evil mood for days and I've had enough of it.”

“You've had enough.” Came the retort. “You don't have to put up with someone's childish games.”

“Well at least I can have fun. I wonder if I know you at all anymore Demetriov.” He muttered at the other's back as he began to walk away.

Demetriov stopped stunned. Now matter how softly delivered the words hurt. After so long how could he say that?

“What?” He asked venomously.

Torin laughed coldly.

“Now he listens. What happened to you?” He asked bitterly. “We used to have so much fun and now look at you. You spend so much time in a bad mood I can go days without seeing you smile. You were more cheerful when you thought you would have to leave me behind.”

Demetriov closed his eyes, why did he have to bring that up? Memories of that night plagued him, their intimacy, the fleeting glint of lust he had seen in Torin's eyes. He wished he could forget it all. He knew he couldn't answer Torin so decided to walk away. Torin watched almost irate as he was ignored and left.

“Demetriov, don't you dare walk away from me!” He growled.

“Watch me.”

Torin let out a scream of frustration, so it was going to be like that was it? Well, it wasn't like it was anything new.

* * * * *

Every time it was the same, always something trivial. They screamed at each other about whatever it was, and damn Demetriov always managed somehow to avoid the subject head on, and Torin found himself irate at himself for letting himself lose control of the argument. Never once had what needed to be said been said. Instead they got so damned angry with each other they wouldn't speak for weeks at a time. They would then both tactfully leave the topic alone, usually for years at a time, until some small incident sparked Torin off again.

He hadn't realised just how much of a temper he had until these little altercations started between them. But Torin just did not want to let it go. With each passing year he felt that perhaps he might get to why he was pushed away. He just wanted an answer so that they could get past all this. No, to be honest he needed an answer, as with each passing year, how he actually felt for his companion became clearer and clearer. He couldn't hide the truth from himself any more, and if this was what he was going through then how was his companion suffering? He no longer just wanted to get past this, they needed to, for both their sakes.

So here he sat on a wall separating fields in the moonlight, waiting for Demetriov to return, and to try once again to get some answers.

It wasn't long before Demetriov returned.

“Good hunting?” He called gently.

Demetriov paused, looking at his companion, longing in his eyes. He smiled tightly in response before heading indoors. Torin sighed; he only had to look at Demetriov to know he hadn't been hunting. Torin followed him inside. He found Demetriov leaning against the window staring out into the moonlit night.

“We need to talk.” He began quietly.

“Torin…”

“We can't go on like this forever. How many years have we been going through the same motions? We are good friends, we should be close, but every time I try you push me away.”

Demetriov sighed. “You are right of course but…. Look Torin, I'm tired; I don't want to do this. I don't want to fight with you.”

“Then don't. Open up to me. We have been companions for so long, don't you owe me that much?”

Demetriov hung his head sighing. In reply he found he could only turn his back. There was so much that he wanted to say but was afraid, so afraid.

“Demetriov please!”

Demetriov turned to him slightly.

“Tell me. Tell me what I have to do to get through to you. Tell me why you won't let me in.” He implored.

Demetriov turned away again standing silent. He longed to tell Torin how he felt, tell him how he ached when Torin was near. He turned toward him, pausing, looking to the floor.

“Why do you shut me out, push me away?”

Demetriov shook his head. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He jumped sharply as Torin brushed his fingers against his cheek, not having heard his soft approach.

“Don't.” He whispered.

“Tell me Demetriov.”

Demetriov opened his eyes, looking into Torin's, deep pools of colour he wanted to drown in. Torin was so close to him, his fingers on his cheek. He breathed deeply as he burned, burned with desire. He was desperate to confess everything but didn't know how to. Did he really have the courage to say what he longed to?

“Because…” He stumbled on the words. Why did it have to be so hard?

Torin was directly before him now, his hand supportively on the elder's shoulder, fingers under Demetriov's chin raising his head until their eyes met.

“I am here for you. You should know that it doesn't matter. Whatever it is, I will still be here and always will.” He reassured the other.

Demetriov felt his heart ease at the soft words, but it didn't make voicing his feelings any easier. He turned away, feeling like a coward, but he knew he would never be able to say it looking into those emerald eyes. He wouldn't be able to stand it if he saw hate, disgust, disappointment, or any other of a range of reactions he feared in those beautiful eyes.

Torin sensed the other was fighting with himself, but felt that perhaps he might be on the brink of the answer that had evaded him for so long. He knew he had to tread carefully. His behaviour had been too bullish in the past and had pushed Demetriov back into anger which sent them round this vicious cycle all over again.

“It's alright.” He soothed, not daring to get close enough to offer physical comfort. He had a feeling that he was walking a tightrope, and the slightest mistake would bring him crashing down.

“No it's not!” Demetriov suddenly erupted.

Damn! Wrong thing to say at that time, way to go Torin! He opened his mouth to speak when Demetriov interrupted him.

“It's not alright. It shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't have to…” He trailed off, trying to bring himself to say it. He was so tired of this, of never being to tell the truth.

“Yes.” Torin softly encouraged.

“Be afraid.” Came the whispered answer.

Torin was suddenly confused. The man he knew was afraid of nothing, and yet he knew that Demetriov would never lie to him.

“But why?” He asked in soft wonder.

Demetriov clenched his hands into fists, Screwing his eyes shut. He felt it rushing up inside him, screaming to be released. The feeling so strong it hurt. Unable to bear it any longer he gave in.

“Because I love you.” He blurted out, his voice choked by the force of his emotions.

Torin took a step back in awe. The answer was so simple. He wouldn't let them get close because he was scared, scared because he wanted it too badly, and didn't want it to go wrong.

Demetriov couldn't stand it; Torin's closeness was too much. He turned and almost ran out of the room, heading for his room, for space and room to breathe. He leant against the heavy desk, breathing hard. What had he done? After all this time he had finally said it and now, he might lose the man he loved. All his doubts assailed him at once. What if Torin didn't return his feelings, what if the other was disgusted by him? He wasn't sure he would be able to bear it, he was certain his heart would break.

He stiffened suddenly as he felt fingertips trailing over his back, thumbs pressing into the curve of his spine. He held his breath, completely overcome by sensation. He turned around sharply to see Torin stood there, eyes intense, intent on his purpose. The two stood in silence, Demetriov's breathing coming in soft pants of near panic as Torin closed the distance between them with an aching slowness, as if time had been stretched out. The moment was an agony of doubt for the elder, while the younger steeled himself for what he was about to do.

Demetriov gasped as Torin leant toward him, their lips meeting in a soft embrace. Demetriov closed his eyes with a groan as Torin pressed into him daringly, pinning him to the desk behind him. There was no escape yet he didn't want to as Torin worked his mouth against his, his tongue gently seeking entrance. Lost in a fog and out of control, he gave into the gentle summons, moaning as their tongues met for the first time. Torin felt something inside him snap at the other's moan, all the desire from the past hundred years pooling in his groin in an instant. Demetriov tasted divine, unlike any other.

Demetriov found he was lost; he drowned in Torin's taste, his tongue being caressed with lethal expertise. He had wanted this for so long and the relief at the other returning his feelings was being swept away on a tidal wave of lust. Demetriov found himself returning the kiss with mounting desire, taking over. Their arms slid around each other, fingers in each other's hair. He began almost ravaging Torin with his kisses, realising the depth of his own desire, Torin taking all that Demetriov could give completely, willingly. Finally they broke away, panting for breath, their lungs burning.

Torin laughed quietly. Demetriov's eyes were wide, a multitude of emotions running wild inside of him. Torin brought his breathing under control assessing the situation. How long had it been since either had felt intimacy? Much longer for Demetriov than for him he reckoned, no wonder he responded so well to his touch. It had taken them so long, and now at last Demetriov had opened up, now things might actually start to move forward. He looked at Demetriov, who was looking at him with lust filled eyes.

Demetriov wasn't finding control as easy as the other. He didn't know what to think. But perhaps that was his problem. He was thinking. He drew Torin to him, his lips taking Torin's by surprise, desperate to feel him close. The two battled for dominance, Torin winning and taking over, slowing down Demetriov's haste, making him take it slower, savouring each moment, each delicious caress. Torin slowly slid his arms around Demetriov's waist holding him gently. He reached up and pulled out the ribbon that held his hair. He withdrew from their embrace and studied Demetriov's face, running his fingers through the long, dark hair.

He leant into Demetriov, his mouth by his ear.

“Here's my secret.” He leaned in closer, lips brushing the skin, his words almost inaudible. “I love you too.”

Demetriov thought that his heart would explode inside his chest. He had dreamed that one day he would hear those words fall from Torin's lips, but had never dared to hope. Now, the man he loved was so close, emanating a scent that was so intoxicating that he was torn between savouring this moment and needing more contact. The problem with the latter was that he had no idea where to start, and was frightened of being too rough. Torin could feel the tension in the other and had more than an inkling why. No matter, he would take the lead for now, and Demetriov could take the lead later on.

Torin gently kissed Demetriov's jaw line and Demetriov felt as if his knees would buckle underneath him. He gripped the heavy desk in his hands, his knuckles white as he held on so tightly. Desire speared through him as Torin slid down to his jugular, Demetriov aware of his racing, urgent heartbeat. Torin paused, blood calling him. Demetriov sensed him and pressed his head in hard, Torin's lips bruising and hard against his flesh. Demetriov longed for the ecstasy, the release that the flow of blood provided. He breathed hard as Torin caressed his neck with his tongue, pressing hard into him. Demetriov could feel Torin's need, his own pulsing through his veins. Torin's teeth grazed his skin and Demetriov could no longer wait.

“Do it!” He hissed, bringing Torin in hard.

Torin's heart almost stopped at the barked order. Could he really mean this? He couldn't deny that he wanted to, to taste the other in this most intimate of ways, the way he had the night he was changed. The pulsing artery was beneath his lips, almost begging him to take the bite, his body screaming with need for it.

“Please!” Demetriov begged in desperation.

A groan of release ripped from his throat as Torin bit down and began to drink from him. He felt his blood flowing, the fire in his veins burning brighter than ever. He felt Torin drain him slowly, drawing it out as best he could, filling them both with a mutual ecstasy. He cried out, his arms tight round him calling Torin's name. Torin pressed harder into him trying to meld the two into one. He felt himself fall into the swoon that his victims always did. This time he was the victim, not the killer, and for the first time he was experiencing that delicious pleasure, that divine ecstasy without having to take a life. He was completely at the mercy of the man he held in his arms so tightly.

Torin broke away, panting, sated. He couldn't drink any more having already fed that evening. Demetriov sank onto the desk behind him, weak from the blood loss. Torin knowing he would have to return the favour and pressed Demetriov to his own throat. Demetriov bit down, taking from Torin what had been taken from his own veins. The ecstasy rose up like a phoenix from the embers of a dying fire, soaring through them, driving them on again. Torin clutched onto Demetriov groaning in the ecstasy, Demetriov drowning in the taste of the blood. So this was why Demetriov wanted to be bitten, had anything in his life ever felt this good?

Demetriov felt like he would never be able to get enough as he drank. This was the delicious elixir of life, sweeter than anything any mortal would ever taste. This was the man he loved, tasting him in such an intimate fashion was bliss. This was the man he loved, and in this moment he owned him totally and utterly. He drank slowly, savouring every moment as Torin's fingers clawed at his back and his hair. He took all that he could back into his veins and had to stop, drawing away from Torin almost mournfully.

The two leaned against each other, holding each other for long moments. They panted gently, their world swimming around them. All that existed was each other, their heads spinning, giddy and heady; drunk on each other. They looked into each other's eyes as their heads cleared, seeing their love and desire mirrored by the other. Pressed so close together, they could feel the hardness of the other's groin against their own. Demetriov shifted to ease the discomfort in his groin, the two groaning as the friction it caused between them shot through them, travelling up their spines. The physical ache called to both of them and they pressed hard into each other, waves of ecstasy building as they ground into each other, a rhythm starting to form.

Demetriov pulled Torin to him and the two fell into a heavy, hungry kiss, both feeling themselves on the edge at that delicious moment when they knew nothing could stop their release but it could take forever to get there. Torin's hands were on Demetriov's hips, pressing in as hard as he could, both desperate for satisfaction. Their kiss was hard, bruising, tongues duelling as they pressed their bodies together, the ecstasy mounting. Demetriov's fingers clawed into Torin's back as they felt it coming. Torin shoved Demetriov hard against the desk and they both groaned loudly into the kiss as they reached heavenly release together, their cries muffled by their unwillingness to separate.

The kiss eventually slowed, becoming gentle, tender. They parted, panting gently. Torin stepped back, shaking his head. It was the most amazing thing either of them had ever felt.

“I'd been waiting for that.” Torin said as he caught his breath.

“So had I.”

Torin grinned at him wickedly.

“How long had you been hiding that?”

“Far too long.”

“Well.” He whispered sensually. “We'd better make up for lost time.”

Demetriov smiled as he realised that they would not be leaving this room tonight. They had what they wanted right here.

Author's notes:

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Please excuse the disruption while we retrieve the author from behind her sofa

Okay, all silliness aside, I am a little nervous now. This is the first time I have put anything like this in the public eye and am crossing my fingers that I haven't offended anyone. I did make it clear in my disclaimers this was up and coming so please be gentle with me. Thanks to Paniwi for your comments on the last chapter. As a result this was heavily rewritten and hope it comes up to snuff.