Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Matter Of Choice ❯ Long Awaited Triumph ( Chapter 50 )

 

Author's note:

Well since catching up on sleep was not happening last night (baby had me up actively from 02:30 to 04:30 and what with more wake ups on his part I finally got back to sleep at about 06:00) I sat and looked at this amongst other things. I did it, I finished Redemption and sent it to be beta read *gaspshockfaintdie* It still needs an epilogue though. Anyway, I also sat tweaking this. I have gone over this chapter so many times trying to get all that is happening emotionally in. I thing it may still lack in places, but its as good as its going to get. So enjoy... I think.

 

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Long Awaited Triumph

 

Demetriov was worried about Tegan. It had been a couple of months since she and Torin had split up, but she was still distant from her companions. Not that she had been particularly close to any of them, but now she was completely withdrawn. Every time he saw her she looked sad and thin. He walked into one of the salons to find her curled on the sofa by the fire. She came here night after night and sat alone, her gaze far away and her mood dark.

 

“Why am I not surprised to find you here?” He inquired as he settled beside her.

 

She looked pale and drawn, but regardless she replied with a tight yet genuine smile. He had been spending a lot of time with her recently. Often they would not say much, just be in the same room, her finding a strange sort of comfort in his presence. She had not forgotten the time she had spent hating him, but she no longer had the heart to fight him anymore, she hadn't the heart for much of anything anymore. This had allowed a cautious truce and a seed of friendship to form. Even she could not deny that the seed had grown and she even would begrudgingly admit that somewhere along the line she had come to like him. That was hard to admit, but she found she enjoyed his unobtrusive company and was glad to have his friendship under the circumstances. There was no-one else in the group that she could even stand apart from Torin, and he was lost to her, a cold and distant figure, and it hurt living in the same house with him, but she had nowhere else to go, and no stomach for living on her own now she was a vampire. So she stayed, and found companionship in one who had once been her enemy, and now showed her kindness when no other would.

 

Demetriov leaned over to her, raising a hand to her cheek, turning her face to him. He examined her paleness and sighed, settling back into the sofa.

 

“Tell me Tegan, and be honest with me. You haven't been feeding properly have you?”

 

“No.” She replied quietly. “There doesn't seem to be much point.”

 

“You have to look after yourself.” He chided gently. “What use is there in being weak and tired all the time?”

 

“That won't change if I eat. I'd still feel like this.”

 

Her tone worried him. She reminded him of the way he had been trapped in melancholy when he was with Avéa. The more he looked at Tegan the more he saw the struggle that he too had endured. He remembered the voices in his mind, now blissfully silent. For a time they had been never ceasing, constant through day and night. He saw in her the first signs of that conflict. She was so very close to it and about to go through a very dangerous time. He only hoped he could guide her through it. He knew that in a way he had inflicted this on her, but comforted himself by reminding himself that it had been a necessary evil to remove the block that was in his way. And it gave him the chance to comfort her, and their relationship had grown as a result.

 

“It doesn't do well to dwell on sadness.” He stated sagely.

 

“Doesn't it?” Her tone a clever mockery of his words.

 

“Don't mock me Tegan. I've been where you are.”

 

“Really?” She asked her tone strange. “Have you really?”

 

Her face started to show some of the anger she felt inside.

 

“Do you really know what it is like to be rejected and not know the reason why? Do you know what it is like to want something so badly but be denied? Especially when what you want is right there in front of you every night! Do you really comprehend the pain that comes with that? Or have a thousand years burnt every human emotion out of you?”

 

Demetriov so wanted to answer her but he would only add to her pain. Still her words stung. He had caused some of that pain, and while that had been a means to an end, her words still stirred a little guilt within him, but only a little, though it was just enough for hurt to show in his eyes, which he let show of course. Her voice had reached fever pitch and her anger was at its peak, but when she saw the hurt in his eyes she immediately felt regret. Heat burned the back of her eyes as she felt tears starting to fall down her face.

 

“I'm sorry.” She sobbed. “You've been there for me and all I have done is attack you.”

 

She stood and walked to the fire turning her back on Demetriov. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find some comfort. Comfort came in the form of Demetriov's hands on her shoulders. Despite the hurt she had caused he still came to ease her pain. It was gestures like these that meant she had cautiously let him in, and in some strange way they had become friends, even after everything. An outsider would tell her what she refused to admit to herself, that she let him in because it was better than being alone, that forgetting all that he had done to her was stupid, that she just craved company and friendship. In the back of her mind she knew this, but would not let the thoughts see the light of day.

 

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. I'm so confused.” She sobbed her breath hitching, droplets of blood hitting the floor.

 

“I forgive you.” He whispered. “Now come here.”

 

He turned her round and brought her into his arms. She buried her face in the shoulder of his black jacket, her fingers clawing at handfuls of his t-shirt. This was not the first time he had held her as she cried, though getting her to trust him enough to do this had been a long road. But she had been so desperate for comfort that in the end she caved into his offers of comfort, his hand of friendship. Demetriov smiled softly as he soothed her, she felt so good to hold, so good next to him. It made him sigh. He wanted her so, but that final triumph had always been denied, he knew she was not ready for that last step, so had not yet made that move. Oh but how he burned to, and each night spent with her only made that ache stronger. But she needed soft words of comfort now, and so he offered them.

 

“I know some of your pain, but I cannot answer yes to all of your questions”

 

She looked up at him now, rivulets of red staining her face and t-shirt. He took out a handkerchief and wiped away as much as he could. She smiled at him, but blood stained her face still.

 

“Come.” He soothed. “Let's clean you up.”

 

She took him to her room, the scene of so much passion, and now so much pain. She sat on the bed like an obedient child as he washed her face clean.

 

“There. Good as new.”

 

“Thank you,” she said softly

 

“For what?” He replied with a smile.

 

“For being there for me, for understanding.”

 

Yes, as twisted as it was the way they had become closer, she was grateful to him.

 

“Oh that's the easy part.” He shrugged. “You have the hard job. You're the one that has to get over him.”

 

“Yes.” She replied with a sigh. “I guess you are right.”

 

“Need a hug?” He asked quietly.

 

“Yes.”

 

She stood and joined him, sliding her arms around his waist. He held her tight, playing with her hair. She smiled, enjoying the sensation as Demetriov ran his fingers through her curls. The situation felt right both sensing this. Both found a kind of happiness in each other's arms, Tegan escaping her pain. They both longed to be held, and for that moment they felt peace.

 

She lifted her head to him, gazing deep into his eyes. He smiled at her fondly and she found herself smiling back. He stroked her face tenderly, leaning down and kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes and sighed. Demetriov looked on her and his heart swelled. She looked so content in that moment, more so than she been for a while. She was so beautiful. In that moment all of the wanting, all of the desire, all of the need he had felt over the years rose and ran uncontrollable through him, and no rational thought about it being too soon, that this was reckless or could risk all that he had painstakingly built with her could stop him.

 

Tegan gasped as his lips met hers, kissing her slowly, cautiously. She thought to fight but the kiss awakened emotions that filled her. They came in an all-consuming wave of desire that blocked out all thought. Oh how she had missed this, longed for it, and if she ignored the fact Torin had hurt her so she could almost imagine it was his lips that were caressing hers. She pressed into him, sliding a hand to the back of his head and into his hair, grasping at the affection, unwilling to let it go when it was all that she had wanted for weeks on end. Demetriov felt all control break, as she began to kiss him back, willing and welcoming. He kissed her hard, with all the passion that was locked inside, tenderness gone, pure driving need overriding his actions. Tegan responded in kind, drawn into it by the ache in her soul, needing this so much to wash away the hurt and the pain, their embrace rough and intense.

 

* * * * *

 

Torin slammed the front door behind him. His hunting had been fierce, and had only alleviated his anger for a short while. It burned inside him; he was consumed by it, and had been so since Demetriov had come between them. The only time the anger dissipated altogether was when he saw her. He watched her from afar, and it was at these times he reached a kind of peace. He watched her with a longing that grew and grew. He watched her sorrow and only wished he could comfort her, but Demetriov had made it clear what would happen if he tried to rekindle their relationship.

 

The thought of Demetriov made his anger flare sharply. He had split them up and made sure Torin could do nothing. He couldn't tell her why he had broken off their affair, or try to become her lover once more. If he did he would hurt her and Torin couldn't risk it. Not if you love her Demetriov had said. And he did love her, and loving her hurt so much now. He had done it to keep her safe, but Demetriov had made the way clear for himself in doing so, and who knows when he would complete that promise he made that fateful night.

 

He climbed the stairs to his room, aware of noises coming from Tegan's bedroom. Fear quelled the anger as he climbed the stairs faster to watch through the open door of Tegan's bedroom.

 

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Demetriov moved to her neck, kissing the soft surface hungrily. Oh god this was so wrong, there was no way she could pretend this was Torin anymore, but she didn't stop him and she didn't understand why. She couldn't help herself, after feeling so alone and unloved for so long she reached for this willingly offered affection with both hands, not wanting it to end. She buried her fingers in his hair, pressing him in harder, unfastening his jacket and dragging it over his shoulders and arms. It fell discarded to the floor. The two stumbled, Tegan almost falling into the wall behind her. Oh god this was stupid, so fucking stupid, she should stop this right now, but she didn't want to. For a moment all the pain Torin had caused her flared and she wanted to hurt him so badly, hurt him like he had hurt her. She leaned against the wall as she grabbed Demetriov by the hips, pulling him in hard, kissing him hungrily, well aware that she might just be using Demetriov to hurt Torin at this point, but she didn't give a damn about that when this felt so good.

 

She moaned into the kiss as he ground his hips into hers, arousal starting to burn deep in her belly. Oh god it had been so long since she had felt this good. It didn't matter that it was Demetriov, it didn't matter what he had put her through and she couldn't give a shit right now that this was so wrong because it felt so damned good. Demetriov couldn't believe her reaction to him, or even that this was happening, it was like a dream come true. Part of him thought to question it, but he was so turned on by this turn of events he couldn't find it in him to care. He tore at the shoulders of her t-shirt, ripping the seams apart.

 

“Demetriov!” She cried half in shock, half-amused by his actions.

 

“I'll get you a new one!” He growled, homing in on the newly bared flesh of her shoulders.

 

She was in no mood to argue. His passion was fierce, but as he ground his hips into hers she knew this was exactly what she needed. She needed his hunger; she needed to be wanted, to be needed. He bit at her neck and shoulders, pinpricks of blood rising, the pricks of pain only adding to her arousal. She grabbed his head and kissed him hungrily, grabbing at his t-shirt and pulling it over his head, running her hands over his bared flesh, getting lost in what she was doing, deliberately not thinking, thinking would make her realise what she was doing and then she would stop this.

 

Demetriov ripped off the bottom of her t-shirt, desperate to get inside, barely leaving her breasts covered. He felt his knees grow weak as he realised that she wasn't wearing a bra. She gasped as his hands ran over her soft belly, sighing at the coolness of the wall on her back. Demetriov slowed, trying to take in the feel of her skin. His hands crept under her t-shirt and to her breasts, Tegan moaning as he caressed them. She felt soft to touch, slightly warm from the fire, her nipples hard under his hands. She cried out as he tweaked them gently, a bolt of pleasure searing her groin. Her breasts rose and fell in his hands, withdrawing from his touch as she gasped for breath. It was Tegan who kissed him now as their frenzy slowed. He stepped back, taking a deep breath, she felt dizzy, wanting more, wanting this madness to never end.

 

“Oh Tegan.” He sighed.

 

It killed him to stop like this, but he wanted her complete surrender, to actively choose this rather than just getting swept up in the moment. He was so close to having her, but he wanted this to be right, he wanted her complicit and willing submission to him and his desires.

 

“I've wanted you so badly, and for so long,” he admitted. “I love you, I'm crazy about you, but I am taking advantage of you. You are at your most vulnerable right now. I shouldn't be doing this.”

 

Oh now he was being manipulative, yes there was truth in his words, but he was also saying just what she wanted to hear, playing on her desires that he knew so well by now. They stood in silence for a moment, Tegan thinking. She was hot, aroused and full of burning need. He wanted her and she needed this. She thought of all that he had done and all the hate that she had felt for him. She thought of how he had been there for her and how he had been a friend when Torin had hurt her so badly and the hate melted away. God she needed this! She needed passion; she needed to be loved. She needed this desire and the hunger he had for her. She needed him! She stepped up to him and brought his arms around her. She kissed him softly.

 

“I'm not sure if this is right, or even if it is what you and I should be doing after all that we have gone through. But I do know that I want this. I need this!”

 

Tegan buried her head in the soft flesh of his chest, unsure of her feelings, her need overpowering. She wanted to bury her pain so deep she was willing to do even this if it made her stop hurting, even if it was only for a little while. Smiling Demetriov wrapped his arms around her, and looked up into Torin's green eyes. Torin was stood frozen, shocked and hurt by what he saw. Demetriov held eye contact with his ex lover and smiled triumphantly. He had made Tegan his, she had come to him willingly. Torin's anger threatened to explode out of him; he clenched and unclenched his fists, then found he could no longer bear to see her in his arms. He stormed into his room and slammed the door.

 

Tegan turned “What was that?”

 

“Nothing my love,” Demetriov soothed.

 

He had done it, kept his promise to her, and she was his willingly. His heart pounded with the exhilaration and triumph. He was going to enjoy this, he was going to draw it out and savour her final surrender. But Tegan was feeling nervous, and a touch shy. But she had made her choice and would see this through. It had all been so much easier when it had been a spur of the moment thing. But with her body aching she had to push this on to its inevitable conclusion.

 

“Turn around.” She whispered. “And close your eyes.”

 

Demetriov smiled, raising an eyebrow, suspicious of the request. Still he started to turn. Tegan took a deep breath; she still couldn't quite believe her actions. She closed the door, not wanting anyone to see this. What she was going to do seemed crazy. Still she hitched down her trousers, her panties too. She pulled off the ragged remains of her bloodstained t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. Feeling very conscious of her nakedness she stepped up to the bed and slid under the top sheet. She wrapped herself up in the sheet until she felt modestly covered taking a deep breath.

 

“You can look now.” She said feeling a little silly.

 

Demetriov turned and took a look at the discarded clothes and then looked at her. He smiled. He loosed his mussed up hair. Dark curls flowed over his shoulders, his bare chest awakening her desire once more. He pulled gently at the top sheet, sliding it out of her grasp and over her until she was revealed in her nakedness.

 

“You are a little vixen aren't you?”

 

He kicked off his shoes and crawled up the bed to meet her. Tegan's heart was pounding as he kissed her, trembling a little in her trepidation. But soon enough their passion rising once more, the two wrapping their arms around each other. He nipped at her flesh in sharp little bites wanting to taste her, tiny spots of blood rising and disappearing as the pinpricks healed. He rolled her head back and caressed the tender skin of her throat. Tegan moaned, pressing her body into his as he caressed her, revelling in the feel of his flesh against hers.

 

He got up suddenly, throwing off the rest of his clothes. Naked, he climbed into the bed with her pulling her body next to his. He moaned, in ecstasy at the feel of her nakedness against his groin. He ran his hands over the curves of her body, her legs wrapping round him, kissing each other hard. She buried her fingers in his hair pulling him hard against her. Demetriov took his time to caress and tease her, exploring her body with his hands and mouth, delighting in her moans and gasps, his hunger for her growing with each cry. He had never had a woman so pliant, so needy, and he had never wanted a woman so badly. He had wanted this for so damned long and he was revelling in having her beneath him. Oh he was going to claim her tonight, make her his, make her never forget who was making her scream.

 

But she was growing impatient with his teasing, writhing and arching against him. She grasped his hips hard and he could see in her eyes that she could wait no longer. He was all too willing to give her exactly what she wanted. She cried out as their bodies became one, her cry expressing all her need, all her frustration, and the exquisite relief she felt. She bit into his shoulder as he made his way fully inside her in long drawn out movements. After so long the sensation of having another inside her was almost overwhelming. And Demetriov was in no better shape, panting for breath and control at the same time.

 

He took a moment to compose himself; he wanted to savour this, for her to surrender utterly to him. He wrapped her legs tightly round him, then rose till he was kneeling, pulling her down the bed. He grasped her hips firmly then took a moment to watch her breasts rise and fall with her ragged breathing. He looked deep into her eyes as he began to thrust into her, slow exquisite strokes that teased and pleasured both at once. Tegan squirmed beneath him, trying to get more purchase on the bed. He knew how much she wanted more, but his grasp on her hips held firm, and he continued to control the agonisingly slow pace. He smiled inwardly, watching her efforts to gain better satisfaction was both satisfying, and incredibly arousing; the rise and fall of her breasts, the way the skin of her throat stretched as she gently thrashed, the clenching of her legs around him, doing her best to fight him.

 

“Patience,” he murmured. “You will get what you want.”

 

Tegan groaned in ecstasy and frustration. In the meantime Demetriov would get exactly what he wanted. He could feel her need building, her cries becoming more frequent and more desperate. Finally she could stand it no longer.

 

“I had to beg Torin to fuck me when he teased; did he learn his technique from you?” She moaned, not thinking straight anymore, if she had been she would never have said such a thing, despite the truth in her words.

 

At the mention of his ex lover he pulled her beneath him and thrust with extremely deep, hard strokes that had her crying out in surprise and pleasure so intense it took her breath away. He bit deep into the muscle and sinew of her shoulder. The mixture of pain and pleasure was too much after his teasing, a half scream tearing from her throat. Demetriov smiled around the bite as he felt her shudder her climax beneath him, her muscles tightening and rippling around his member. It was the most exquisite feeling. She had given everything up to him.

 

He lay still inside her, carefully building control of his own desire. He lapped up the blood from the bite until the wound healed. Beneath him Tegan shivered, panting for breath, realising the gravity of what she had done, and it clearly wasn't over yet, and she found the realisation slightly frightening for a moment. Demetriov kneeled once more, this time, pulling her up with him, wrapping her legs firmly around him. He rolled her shoulders back, raising her breasts to him. He nuzzled his face against them, Tegan tried to roll her hips, to get him to move, or do anything other than just rest still inside her like this, it was maddening. But Demetriov took a firm grip with his left hand, Tegan uttering a little moan of frustration. In return he began to gently suckle at her left nipple.

 

“You're a fucking tease Demetriov.” She growled, gasping suddenly as he sucked harder, increasing her pleasure.

 

“And you're a bloody good fuck, for someone who swore that she'd never be mine.” He sucked hard on her right nipple until she gave a little cry of pain.

 

“You bastard!” She hissed through clenched teeth.

 

“Why?” Demetriov purred enjoying her consternation. He thrust gently into her inciting a deep throated moan that she just could not hold back. “Am I not giving you exactly what you want?”

 

“Yes!” She moaned breathlessly as he suckled her right nipple again, this time gently and soothingly. “Just don't fucking crow about it!”

 

Suddenly his tongue was in her mouth, his hand kneading her breast, and the hand massaging her back was delightful. He grasped a handful of her hair and stopped the kiss, staying close to her face making sure she couldn't move.

 

“Now, you are spoiling my concentration. That means you don't get what you want. Leave me to my business and you will be extremely satisfied. After all you asked me in.”

 

Tegan panted as he began to tweak and play with her left nipple as he talked her desire building.

 

“Mmm.” Demetriov smiled. “A very good fuck indeed. Now one more complaint and I shall bite, this time hard, and it won't add to your pleasure. That is unless, biting turns you on. Maybe I should ask Torin?”

 

Suddenly angry she went to slap him, but found herself on her back, Demetriov pinning her hands down, thrusting hard inside her. The sudden spike of pleasure was almost too much. “Fuck!” She screamed.

 

“Is this what you wanted?” He bent down and whispered in her ear with a grin.

 

“Yes!” She screamed back at him as he thrust harder.

 

Demetriov thrust for his own climax, every stroke bringing a cry from Tegan. She clenched her thighs around him as he thrust harder and harder until they reached climax together, their cries loud enough to wake the house. He gently let go of her wrists, and lay down on top of her. Her arms wrapped themselves loosely around his shoulders as he kissed her tenderly. He might have enjoyed teasing her, but he loved her more than he could describe. She moaned gently into the kiss.

 

“I never did find out if you liked being bitten.” He murmured.

 

He drew breath sharply as she dug her nails deep into his back, and he knew they had pierced the skin. He was bleeding, but she didn't stop the kiss. Eventually the kiss slowed. As he looked into her eyes he saw a mixture of emotions.

 

“After that I'm not sure I ever want to see you again.” Her tone dripped acid.

 

“Forgive me for enjoying my triumph my love. I promise I won't tease again… verbally.”

 

He kissed her again before she could reply, but he could feel her melting into the kiss.

 

“Bastard!” she breathed.

 

“You'll learn to love me.” He whispered as he covered her neck in feather soft kisses.

 

He didn't notice as she tensed beneath him, suddenly horrified by the thought.

 

* * * * *

 

Torin clenched his fists until it hurt. He gritted his teeth and tried not to scream. He boiled with pain, anger and frustration. Tears ran freely down his face, blood pooling and staining his t-shirt. Her cries of ecstasy pierced him to his core. He wanted to scream, to run in and tear Demetriov off her. He wanted to be the one that gave her that pleasure; he wanted to be the one in her bed! He slammed his fists against the wall, sobs wrenching from his throat as he collapsed to the floor.

 

“Why?” He whispered. “Why Tegan? WHY!”

 

His voice rose to a scream, but the lovers didn't hear him, lost in each other. He smashed his fits through his desk, the sturdy furniture exploding into splinters under the force of his wrath. He collapsed to his hands and knees, weeping freely. He felt betrayed, Demetriov, the man he had loved for so long had betrayed him. He sat on the floor his head in his hands.

 

“How could you?” He sobbed; knowing no one could hear him.

 

He winced as she cried out.

 

“How could you do this to me?” He asked of the lovers. “How could you Demetriov?”