AU Fic: Vampires: Finding the First Mate
Fic: Finding the First Mate (Vampire Verse Part 1)
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Warnings: RPS, slash, moresomes, explicit sex scenes, vampires, AU
Disclaimer: These are real people. They are obviously not hundred year old vampires, which means all of this is pure imagination
Team: Detroit Red Wings
(Current) Pairing: Henrik Zetterberg/Pavel Datsyuk
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pavel finds the main piece of his soul
Author's Notes: For Kathie. Because we love her. And we blame her and Mer for the expansion of this verse. *hugs*
A brief note on this 'verse can be found here
Part 1: Turning Henrik
Pavel watched the man walk into the room and take a chair in the far corner. He knew who the man was and he knew approaching him was going to be easy. Henrik knew about his kind, he even knew that he was one of them; all he had to do was walk over there and approach him. That, he thought with a small smile, was a lot harder to do than to say. Lifting his chin and squaring his shoulders, he walked to the table and took the chair across from Henrik.
"Good evening," he greeted.
"Good evening," Henrik responded. He smiled at the young vampire in front of him. His family was one of those that lived among the vampires and he had been learning about them for as long as he could remember. "Would you join me?" he asked the nervous man.
"Of course, thank you." Pavel smiled and tapped a finger on the table as he collected his thoughts. He stopped and steepled his fingers, holding Henrik's gaze before asking, "You know why I'm here, don't you?"
"I have an idea," Henrik said slowly.
"What would that be?" he asked, smiling softly.
"There could be a few reasons. You could need something and need me to get it for you, so you don't get trapped in a town that doesn't know about vampires," Henrik started.
Pavel shook his head. "No. I would like to hear another reason though," he replied encouragingly.
"If you sense a connection between us, you might want something else," Henrik said with a small smile.
"If I did," he inquired as he tilted his head slightly. "Would that bother you? Do you want to become like me? Or would you prefer that I get up and leave?"
Henrik reached out, covering Pavel's hand with his. "Don't leave."
Pavel looked down at their hands before turning his hand over and grasping Henrik’s hand. "Then I shall stay. I must know, would it bother you if I sensed something between us?"
"No," Henrik answered. He blushed and looked away. "I ... I've always known that I was waiting for something."
"No need to blush," Pavel whispered. "How much do you know about us? Do you have any questions?" he asked, giving Henrik time to run in case he suddenly realized what was going on and what would eventually happen between them and did not want that.
"I know a lot, but not all. My family has lived near your kind for generations. You can form different relationships with humans," Henrik started.
"Yes," Pavel agreed. "We have many different relations with humans. We have those we trust and feed from, and then there are those that help us when we move to new towns. We have friends, close friends, and then we have what I believe you are to me." He smiled gently and motioned for him to continue.
"You believe that I'm the other half of your soul," Henrik said, looking into Pavel's eyes.
"Yes but you must know that I don't think you’re half. I believe that there are at least two more out there and you must know that now and I will show you what to look for in me when I encounter one of them, okay?"
"Okay," Henrik answered easily.
"That's it?" Pavel asked, surprised. "You have no more questions? You just accept this?"
"Yes," Henrik replied. "What I don't know, I'll learn and it's an honor to be a part of you. Whenever you are ready, I am too."
"You have tonight to gather your belongings. You won't be living with your family anymore." Pavel stood. "You know where my house is. Come there when you're ready."
Henrik nodded. Pavel left quickly, pausing as he left the building. That was done. And it had been easier than he thought.
He walked into his home and quickly gathered the few things he needed before retreating into his bedroom. He placed the towel and glass of water on the nightstand and walked into the bathroom.
After bathing quickly, he pulled on a clean pair of pants and returned downstairs. He could sense Henrik getting closer, it felt like part of him was becoming complete, and he wanted to greet the man when he arrived. He could not believe how lucky he was that he had already found one of them. He was barely thirty years old, still an infant to most of his kind, and the last born-vampire.
Henrik was special, he knew that, and he would always be the most important of his lovers. Pavel knew that the other man did not know that. He did not know that no matter what, Pavel now had to please him. With Henrik being the main piece of his soul, he could never hurt him. The pain could cause him death and Pavel never wanted to place that burden on the young man's shoulders. He would find out in time.
Pavel stopped when he heard the sharp knock and smiled.
"Welcome," he greeted after opening the door. "Welcome home."
"Thank you," Henrik said as he stepped in. He looked around, a mixture of confidence and uncertainty.
"Come, while there is still enough daylight, I will show you around." Pavel brushed a strand of hair from Henrik's face. "No need to be uncertain," he said with a soft smile. "I can feel your nervousness. I will not hurt you. I will never hurt you."
Henrik nodded and followed Pavel, staying in contact with him. "I know. This was ... unexpected. I am honored to be a part of you but-"
"No but," Pavel interrupted. He cupped Henrik's face with his hands. "You can feel the connection, yes?"
Pavel watched as Henrik closed his eyes and smiled softly after a few seconds. "Yes," he whispered.
"I will make you an agreement," Pavel started. "I want you to stay here with me. In return, I will not take you to my bed and turn you until you come to me." He placed a finger on Henrik's lips. "You think this is too fast, I understand, and I am now slowing things down. It is up to you whether you stay in my room or in the room next door."
Henrik smiled softly, wrapping his hand around Pavel's finger and pulling it down. "I will stay with you."
"Are you sure? I will not be hurt if you don't."
"I'm sure."
Pavel pulled his hand back, clasped both his hands in front of him and nodded. "I will show you our room. I imagine you are tired; you have had an interesting evening. Come," he requested as he started up the stairs. "You can go anywhere you please tomorrow morning when you wake."
Henrik followed, looking around the candlelit hallways that they traveled through.
He stopped at the end of the hallway and opened the door. "Our room," he announced, letting Henrik pass him and walk in. "Wash room is to your right. If you need anything just let me know."
"You're not going to bed?"
"No," Pavel smiled softly. "I need to feed. I'll be going back into town to visit one of our chosen. I will be back soon."
"Can I - can I go with you?"
"Not yet," Pavel told him calmly. "Soon."
"You will be careful?"
"Of course," he promised.
"You could feed from me," Henrik whispered.
"I could," Pavel agreed. "But I will not. I will not because I am afraid that I would not be able to stop and turn you before it is time. Go to sleep. I will be back before you wake up." He squeezed Hank's arm gently, turned on his heel and walked back down the hallway, his footsteps quiet on the wood floor.
Henrik stared at the empty doorway for several long seconds before squaring his shoulders and following after Pavel. He knew what he wanted.
Pavel stopped before he opened the door. "I told you to go to bed," he said calmly, not turning around.
"I don't want you to leave."
"I told you," Pavel started and turned around. His eyes were the color of amber and he knew the tips of his fangs were pressing against his lower lip. "I am hungry and I don't want to turn you until you come to me."
"I came to you, didn't I?"
Pavel hissed and pulled Henrik close to his body, arms wrapped tightly around the other man. "You know I cannot stop," he reminded him. "I will feed first and tonight, before the sun rises, you will be like me. You must be sure. I cannot hurt you," he whispered. "And if you're not sure, that will hurt you."
Henrik tilted his head to place a light kiss against Pavel's lips. "I'm sure," he whispered.
Pavel nodded sharply and led Henrik back to their room. He carefully guided the man to the bed and moved to lie next to him. His finger traced lightly along the smooth neck before him, feeling the steady pulse, and he smiled longingly.
Lowering his head, he fully extended his fangs and gently pierced Henrik's skin. Sucking slowly, he pulled the other man closer and ran his hands lovingly along the strong back.
He pulled back with a slight gasp and kissed the wound before moving to look into Henrik's eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"Yes," Henrik assured him. He ran his hands down Pavel's arms. "Don't stop."
Pavel nodded. "How much do you know about the turning?" he asked, his voice back to its normal tenor now that he had fed. "I'm not going to stop but I want you to know what will happen to you before it is done."
"Not a lot," Henrik admitted. "That was one thing that was rarely discussed."
"Then I shall explain it to you as simply as I can. I will drink from you until you are almost dead, it will be slightly discomforting but not painful. In fact you might become aroused and possibly even release before I am done. When I am done drinking, I will cut my wrist and you will drink our blood." He smiled. "Any questions so far?"
"How long will it take?" Henrik asked.
"About an hour," Pavel replied. "It will seem shorter because of the excitement or maybe even longer because you know what is happening to you. I will be here the entire time, holding you as you turn. Once you are a vampire, we will then combine our souls." He smiled before tilting his head and regarding Henrik thoughtfully. "Have you taken anyone to your bed before? Will I be your first or have you had previous lovers? It does not matter, I am just curious."
"No. There was almost one, but we did nothing. He was not who I was waiting for."
"Okay, now I need you to make another decision." Pavel smiled. "I can love you before I turn you but I will have to turn you soon after." He licked his lips slowly. "I would like to. I would like to feel your heartbeat against my body as you come but you must know that in order for me to climax, I have to bite you. Sex is related to blood and I need to taste your blood to come."
"Yes," Henrik said, rolling so that he was on top of Pavel. "I am yours. Soon, you will be mine." He kissed him gently. "Love me now."
Pavel nodded and pulled the other man down, kissing him deeply. The pounding of the man's heartbeat echoed through Pavel's body and caused him to moan. "Yes," he finally said when he pulled away so the other man could breath. He carefully rolled them over and unfastened Henrik's pants. "I do love you," he whispered. "And I will love you more than you have ever known."
Henrik moaned as he pants were removed and the cold air rushed past his cock. He focused on feeling the vampire and everything that was between them. "Pavel," he whimpered.
"Yes?" he replied as he stood and dropped his clothes carefully to the floor. "You are important," he whispered as he stretched out on top of him and ran his hands along the muscular chest.
Henrik shuddered at the touch, arching to get closer as the small connections between them strengthened.
Opening a small vile of oil, Pavel carefully covered his fingers before pushing one inside the younger man. He moved slowly, giving Henrik time to adjust, as he carefully stretched him. Kissing along the lightly haired chest, he pushed a second finger in and began scissoring them.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, Henrik's pounding heartbeat ringing in his ears. "Tell me how you feel."
"Great," Henrik told him. "It's different but don't stop." Henrik arched and cried out as Pavel bent his fingers, pressing against something inside. Pressing down on the hand, he begged, "More. Please."
"Of course," Pavel replied. He pushed another finger inside and moved his hand. When he was satisfied that Henrik was stretched appropriately, he withdrew his hand. Picking the vile back up, he coated his erection and moved between his lover's knees. "I will move slowly," he whispered. "If I hurt you, tell me." When Henrik nodded, he pressed his dick against the opening and carefully started to push inside.
Henrik tensed slightly, but slowly relaxed as Pavel took his time, waiting for him to adjust. He spread his legs farther apart, reaching for Pavel.
"I'm right here," he soothed as he was completely sheathed. Thrusting shallowly, he leaned down and smiled when Henrik's arms wrapped tightly around him. "Tell me what you feel," he requested before pressing a soft kiss to the slightly parted lips.
Henrik stared up at him, pupils dilated widely with lust. "I feel," he paused, blinking as he tried to clear his mind. "Full," he said finally. He blinked again. "No. That's not it."
"What is it?" Pavel asked again, kissing him deeper.
"I feel," Henrik started before moaning deeply. "I feel complete. Like something that has been missing has finally been found. I feel complete, whole."
Pavel smiled slowly. "Good. That means I was right. You are the main one," he whispered. He started thrusting harder, nudging that small bundle deep inside Henrik with every few thrusts. Groaning, he lost himself in the rhythm of Henrik's heart and wrapped his hand around the leaking erection between them.
All too soon Henrik arched up, forcing Pavel deeper. His eyes rolled back as he came hard between them, his scream echoing around the room.
Pavel moaned and lifted his hand to his lips, licking Henrik's release from his hand. Leaning down, he bit the smooth skin of the other man's neck, shuddered hard and came deep inside him as the taste of his lover's blood exploded through his mouth.
He leaned back, a small trickle of blood on his lower lip, and carefully pulled out. "Perfect," was all he could say as he watched the haze slowly clear from the dark eyes beneath him.
"That was amazing," Henrik said finally. He wrapped his arm around Pavel neck and pulled him close. His tongue swept through the vampires mouth. He moaned as the taste of himself and blood filled him.
"Very," Pavel agreed and shuddered slightly. "Are you ready?" he whispered. "Or would you like to wait a while longer?"
"I don't want to wait," Henrik breathed. "I don't think I can."
Pavel nodded. "Soon, soon you will feel better than you ever have," he whispered before licking his lips. He leaned down and kissed Henrik softly, leaving a trail of small kisses to his neck. Licking the skin once, he bit down and started drinking, slowly draining the blood. He could feel the heartbeat start to slow and pulled back before it could come to a stop.
He bit his own wrist and quickly pushed his arm to Henrik's lips. "Drink," he encouraged. "Hurry, you must drink."
Henrik did as he was ordered; his entire being focused solely on Pavel and what was happening.
Pavel groaned as he felt Henrik suck and the connection flare around them. "Yes," he whispered. He waited a few more minutes before jerking his arm away. "Enough," he whispered and pulled Henrik close to him.
Henrik relaxed into Pavel. Too soon his body arched as the pain overwhelmed him. Pavel tightened his hold and pressed soothing kisses to the other man's temple. "Shh," he tried to sooth. "You'll be okay soon. Just a few minutes of pain and you'll be fine." He rocked them back and forth, fiercely wiping the tears from his face. "I'm sorry, I wish it didn't hurt you but it must."
Pavel continued to rock them as the tears streaked down his face and his hands rubbed soothing circles on the other man's back. "Soon," he whispered. "I promise."
It seemed like forever before he could feel the pain fading from Henrik. "Henrik," he whispered, brushing sweat soaked hair from his face.
"Yes?"
"How do you feel?" he whispered. "Are you still in pain?"
"No. I would like some water please."
Pavel nodded and reached for the glass of water and towel. He handed the other man the water as he used the towel to wipe the sweat from his lover's face before wiping the tears from his own cheeks. "You will feel it soon. You could feel it before but soon you will feel the pull from me and the urge to enter me will be great. Follow your urges, your soul will be completing our bond and knows what it needs to do." He smiled gently and smoothed Henrik's wet hair.
"Pavel," Henrik whispered. He leaned to kiss, but jerked back when his fangs started to extend.
"Yes," Pavel smiled. "Go with what you feel. It will be okay." He pulled him close and kissed his lips softly before tilting his head. "Do it," he encouraged. "You cannot take more that what your soul needs. When our bond is complete, I will take you to feed."
"I love you," Henrik whispered. He brushed his fangs lightly down Pavel's neck, not breaking the skin, his hands moving downward.
He smiled and arched toward the touch. "I love you too," he confirmed as his cock hardened when Henrik's fingers brushed against it. "The one," he whispered when he felt fangs pierce his neck.
Henrik sucked lightly for a moment before pulling away. "I need to be in you," he admitted.
He nodded and handed Henrik the small vile of oil. "I need you in me too," Pavel responded and spread his legs farther apart.
Henrik kissed him lightly and moved down. He knelt between Pavel's legs, focused as he carefully coated his fingers with the oil and pushed one against his opening.
Pavel pushed down and groaned as he felt the finger slip inside. "Yes," he moaned in a soft beg. "Please yes."
Henrik nodded and pushed in a second finger. He worked on stretching Pavel, trying to copy what he had done earlier.
"You're doing great," Pavel encouraged. He could feel the nervousness and smiled, knowing that he was this man's first lover. "You are doing great," he repeated and pushed down.
Henrik moaned as Pavel clenched around his fingers as a third one was pushed inside. He finished stretching Pavel and pulled his fingers free, reaching for the oil again.
"Let me help," he requested and took the oil from Henrik. Smiling gently, he thoroughly covered the straining erection. "Do it. Please."
Henrik nodded and pressed against the small opening. Bracing himself, he pushed forward and entered Pavel for the first time.
Pavel arched toward him and wrapped his arms tightly around the younger man. "You feel amazing," he whispered as his fangs extended.
Henrik kept moving slowly, stopping when he was finally fully sheathed. He let his head dropped so that his forehead rested against Pavel's.
"You are the first," Pavel whispered before kissing the other man. He wrapped his legs around Henrik's waist and encouraged him to move.
Henrik slowly started to move, his thrusts slow and shallow at first but they quickly deepened. "Pav," Henrik whispered.
His breath came in short gasps as he wrapped his hands through the long hair. "What?" he asked, clenching tightly around Henrik's erection.
"Better ... than I could have imagined," Henrik gasped.
"Yes," Pavel agreed. He pulled Henrik down and lightly grazed the smooth skin of his lover's neck with his fangs. "Harder," he whispered.
Henrik nodded and obeyed, losing himself into the passion and need that was flowing through him.
Pavel groaned loudly and sunk his fangs deep in Henrik's neck as he came hard between them. He titled his head and waited as he felt the bond flare around them.
Henrik screamed, his head falling back and away from Pavel as the bond washed over him. Reacting instinctively he leaned forward and followed Pavel's example, sinking his fangs deep into his neck. His orgasm overwhelmed him as the bond was completed.
Pavel's eyes rolled back as he felt his part of his soul return. His body shuddered gently as he pulled Henrik closer and kissed him deeply, the taste of their blood combining.
When they had regained their breathing, he turned to the new vampire. "Are you hungry?" he quietly asked.
"Yes," Henrik answered. "I think. Everything seems different."
Pavel smiled gently. "Get dressed and I'll have Anthony come up."
Henrik nodded and stood. "Pavel?"
"Yes?" the older vampire smiled.
Henrik pulled him close and kissed him softly. "Thank you."
"No, my love, thank you." Pavel smiled brightly and pulled on his pants before exiting the room. He returned several long minutes later with a young man. "Henrik, this is Anthony. He is one of our chosen and lives the next house over. He knows what to do, so this will be easy for you. If you start to take too much - " He smiled gently. " - I will stop you."
Henrik nodded, nervous once more. "What do I do?"
"You extend your fangs and pierce his neck," Pavel whispered, moving so he was standing behind Henrik. Carefully he pushed the new vampire close to the other man. "You can hear his heartbeat; focus on it. Do you feel your fangs extending?" Henrik nodded as Anthony tilted his head and exposed his neck in a sign of trust. "Lean down, lick his neck and bite. It might seem odd at first, having the taste of blood in your mouth, but you will adjust." He placed a soft kiss to the back of Henrik's neck. "Trust your body. It knows more than you think."
Henrik nodded. He could feel Pavel next to, and with, him and knew that he wouldn't let things get out of control. He met the other man's eyes for a brief second before nodding and licking across his neck. He could taste the saltiness and feel the heartbeat beneath his lips. He sunk his fangs into the soft skin as the taste and smell of blood exploded across his senses.
"Excellent," Pavel praised, smoothing his lover's hair. He smiled at how easy Henrik was adjusting to his new life. He started to reach out but, before his hand could touch his lover, Henrik pulled back with a small gasp. "Perfect," he said with a bright smile. "Now you must close the wound. We do not want Anthony, or any of our chosen, to get sick. Lick the skin, much like you did before, and the wound will close."
Henrik did as he was told and watched as the wound closed. "Thank you," he told Anthony.
"It is an honor," Anthony replied. "Do you need anything?" he then asked turning to Pavel.
"No," Pavel replied with a smile. "I am fine, thank you." He thought for a moment and continued. "If you are able, please come by in the afternoon. If you are not, would you send your brothers? I am sure Henrik will be hungry by then."
"Of course," Anthony replied with a nod and left the room.
Pavel turned his attention back to his lover and smiled at the sensations that where running through his body. "Do you have any questions, my love?"
"A lot," Henrik admitted. "But they can all wait until the morning."
He nodded. "Come, let us go to bed." Pavel lay down and waited until Henrik moved into his arms. "I'm thankful I found you so soon," he whispered and kissed Henrik's forehead.
"Me too," Henrik said as he burrowed closer.
Pavel pulled the blanket around them and tightened his hold. Placing his head on Henrik's shoulder, he smiled and fell into an easy sleep.
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2wingsnuts
Warnings: RPS, slash, moresomes, explicit sex scenes, vampires, AU
Disclaimer: These are real people. They are obviously not hundred year old vampires, which means all of this is pure imagination
Team: Detroit Red Wings
(Current) Pairing: Henrik Zetterberg/Pavel Datsyuk
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pavel finds the main piece of his soul
Author's Notes: For Kathie. Because we love her. And we blame her and Mer for the expansion of this verse. *hugs*
A brief note on this 'verse can be found here
Part 1: Turning Henrik
Pavel watched the man walk into the room and take a chair in the far corner. He knew who the man was and he knew approaching him was going to be easy. Henrik knew about his kind, he even knew that he was one of them; all he had to do was walk over there and approach him. That, he thought with a small smile, was a lot harder to do than to say. Lifting his chin and squaring his shoulders, he walked to the table and took the chair across from Henrik.
"Good evening," he greeted.
"Good evening," Henrik responded. He smiled at the young vampire in front of him. His family was one of those that lived among the vampires and he had been learning about them for as long as he could remember. "Would you join me?" he asked the nervous man.
"Of course, thank you." Pavel smiled and tapped a finger on the table as he collected his thoughts. He stopped and steepled his fingers, holding Henrik's gaze before asking, "You know why I'm here, don't you?"
"I have an idea," Henrik said slowly.
"What would that be?" he asked, smiling softly.
"There could be a few reasons. You could need something and need me to get it for you, so you don't get trapped in a town that doesn't know about vampires," Henrik started.
Pavel shook his head. "No. I would like to hear another reason though," he replied encouragingly.
"If you sense a connection between us, you might want something else," Henrik said with a small smile.
"If I did," he inquired as he tilted his head slightly. "Would that bother you? Do you want to become like me? Or would you prefer that I get up and leave?"
Henrik reached out, covering Pavel's hand with his. "Don't leave."
Pavel looked down at their hands before turning his hand over and grasping Henrik’s hand. "Then I shall stay. I must know, would it bother you if I sensed something between us?"
"No," Henrik answered. He blushed and looked away. "I ... I've always known that I was waiting for something."
"No need to blush," Pavel whispered. "How much do you know about us? Do you have any questions?" he asked, giving Henrik time to run in case he suddenly realized what was going on and what would eventually happen between them and did not want that.
"I know a lot, but not all. My family has lived near your kind for generations. You can form different relationships with humans," Henrik started.
"Yes," Pavel agreed. "We have many different relations with humans. We have those we trust and feed from, and then there are those that help us when we move to new towns. We have friends, close friends, and then we have what I believe you are to me." He smiled gently and motioned for him to continue.
"You believe that I'm the other half of your soul," Henrik said, looking into Pavel's eyes.
"Yes but you must know that I don't think you’re half. I believe that there are at least two more out there and you must know that now and I will show you what to look for in me when I encounter one of them, okay?"
"Okay," Henrik answered easily.
"That's it?" Pavel asked, surprised. "You have no more questions? You just accept this?"
"Yes," Henrik replied. "What I don't know, I'll learn and it's an honor to be a part of you. Whenever you are ready, I am too."
"You have tonight to gather your belongings. You won't be living with your family anymore." Pavel stood. "You know where my house is. Come there when you're ready."
Henrik nodded. Pavel left quickly, pausing as he left the building. That was done. And it had been easier than he thought.
He walked into his home and quickly gathered the few things he needed before retreating into his bedroom. He placed the towel and glass of water on the nightstand and walked into the bathroom.
After bathing quickly, he pulled on a clean pair of pants and returned downstairs. He could sense Henrik getting closer, it felt like part of him was becoming complete, and he wanted to greet the man when he arrived. He could not believe how lucky he was that he had already found one of them. He was barely thirty years old, still an infant to most of his kind, and the last born-vampire.
Henrik was special, he knew that, and he would always be the most important of his lovers. Pavel knew that the other man did not know that. He did not know that no matter what, Pavel now had to please him. With Henrik being the main piece of his soul, he could never hurt him. The pain could cause him death and Pavel never wanted to place that burden on the young man's shoulders. He would find out in time.
Pavel stopped when he heard the sharp knock and smiled.
"Welcome," he greeted after opening the door. "Welcome home."
"Thank you," Henrik said as he stepped in. He looked around, a mixture of confidence and uncertainty.
"Come, while there is still enough daylight, I will show you around." Pavel brushed a strand of hair from Henrik's face. "No need to be uncertain," he said with a soft smile. "I can feel your nervousness. I will not hurt you. I will never hurt you."
Henrik nodded and followed Pavel, staying in contact with him. "I know. This was ... unexpected. I am honored to be a part of you but-"
"No but," Pavel interrupted. He cupped Henrik's face with his hands. "You can feel the connection, yes?"
Pavel watched as Henrik closed his eyes and smiled softly after a few seconds. "Yes," he whispered.
"I will make you an agreement," Pavel started. "I want you to stay here with me. In return, I will not take you to my bed and turn you until you come to me." He placed a finger on Henrik's lips. "You think this is too fast, I understand, and I am now slowing things down. It is up to you whether you stay in my room or in the room next door."
Henrik smiled softly, wrapping his hand around Pavel's finger and pulling it down. "I will stay with you."
"Are you sure? I will not be hurt if you don't."
"I'm sure."
Pavel pulled his hand back, clasped both his hands in front of him and nodded. "I will show you our room. I imagine you are tired; you have had an interesting evening. Come," he requested as he started up the stairs. "You can go anywhere you please tomorrow morning when you wake."
Henrik followed, looking around the candlelit hallways that they traveled through.
He stopped at the end of the hallway and opened the door. "Our room," he announced, letting Henrik pass him and walk in. "Wash room is to your right. If you need anything just let me know."
"You're not going to bed?"
"No," Pavel smiled softly. "I need to feed. I'll be going back into town to visit one of our chosen. I will be back soon."
"Can I - can I go with you?"
"Not yet," Pavel told him calmly. "Soon."
"You will be careful?"
"Of course," he promised.
"You could feed from me," Henrik whispered.
"I could," Pavel agreed. "But I will not. I will not because I am afraid that I would not be able to stop and turn you before it is time. Go to sleep. I will be back before you wake up." He squeezed Hank's arm gently, turned on his heel and walked back down the hallway, his footsteps quiet on the wood floor.
Henrik stared at the empty doorway for several long seconds before squaring his shoulders and following after Pavel. He knew what he wanted.
Pavel stopped before he opened the door. "I told you to go to bed," he said calmly, not turning around.
"I don't want you to leave."
"I told you," Pavel started and turned around. His eyes were the color of amber and he knew the tips of his fangs were pressing against his lower lip. "I am hungry and I don't want to turn you until you come to me."
"I came to you, didn't I?"
Pavel hissed and pulled Henrik close to his body, arms wrapped tightly around the other man. "You know I cannot stop," he reminded him. "I will feed first and tonight, before the sun rises, you will be like me. You must be sure. I cannot hurt you," he whispered. "And if you're not sure, that will hurt you."
Henrik tilted his head to place a light kiss against Pavel's lips. "I'm sure," he whispered.
Pavel nodded sharply and led Henrik back to their room. He carefully guided the man to the bed and moved to lie next to him. His finger traced lightly along the smooth neck before him, feeling the steady pulse, and he smiled longingly.
Lowering his head, he fully extended his fangs and gently pierced Henrik's skin. Sucking slowly, he pulled the other man closer and ran his hands lovingly along the strong back.
He pulled back with a slight gasp and kissed the wound before moving to look into Henrik's eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"Yes," Henrik assured him. He ran his hands down Pavel's arms. "Don't stop."
Pavel nodded. "How much do you know about the turning?" he asked, his voice back to its normal tenor now that he had fed. "I'm not going to stop but I want you to know what will happen to you before it is done."
"Not a lot," Henrik admitted. "That was one thing that was rarely discussed."
"Then I shall explain it to you as simply as I can. I will drink from you until you are almost dead, it will be slightly discomforting but not painful. In fact you might become aroused and possibly even release before I am done. When I am done drinking, I will cut my wrist and you will drink our blood." He smiled. "Any questions so far?"
"How long will it take?" Henrik asked.
"About an hour," Pavel replied. "It will seem shorter because of the excitement or maybe even longer because you know what is happening to you. I will be here the entire time, holding you as you turn. Once you are a vampire, we will then combine our souls." He smiled before tilting his head and regarding Henrik thoughtfully. "Have you taken anyone to your bed before? Will I be your first or have you had previous lovers? It does not matter, I am just curious."
"No. There was almost one, but we did nothing. He was not who I was waiting for."
"Okay, now I need you to make another decision." Pavel smiled. "I can love you before I turn you but I will have to turn you soon after." He licked his lips slowly. "I would like to. I would like to feel your heartbeat against my body as you come but you must know that in order for me to climax, I have to bite you. Sex is related to blood and I need to taste your blood to come."
"Yes," Henrik said, rolling so that he was on top of Pavel. "I am yours. Soon, you will be mine." He kissed him gently. "Love me now."
Pavel nodded and pulled the other man down, kissing him deeply. The pounding of the man's heartbeat echoed through Pavel's body and caused him to moan. "Yes," he finally said when he pulled away so the other man could breath. He carefully rolled them over and unfastened Henrik's pants. "I do love you," he whispered. "And I will love you more than you have ever known."
Henrik moaned as he pants were removed and the cold air rushed past his cock. He focused on feeling the vampire and everything that was between them. "Pavel," he whimpered.
"Yes?" he replied as he stood and dropped his clothes carefully to the floor. "You are important," he whispered as he stretched out on top of him and ran his hands along the muscular chest.
Henrik shuddered at the touch, arching to get closer as the small connections between them strengthened.
Opening a small vile of oil, Pavel carefully covered his fingers before pushing one inside the younger man. He moved slowly, giving Henrik time to adjust, as he carefully stretched him. Kissing along the lightly haired chest, he pushed a second finger in and began scissoring them.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, Henrik's pounding heartbeat ringing in his ears. "Tell me how you feel."
"Great," Henrik told him. "It's different but don't stop." Henrik arched and cried out as Pavel bent his fingers, pressing against something inside. Pressing down on the hand, he begged, "More. Please."
"Of course," Pavel replied. He pushed another finger inside and moved his hand. When he was satisfied that Henrik was stretched appropriately, he withdrew his hand. Picking the vile back up, he coated his erection and moved between his lover's knees. "I will move slowly," he whispered. "If I hurt you, tell me." When Henrik nodded, he pressed his dick against the opening and carefully started to push inside.
Henrik tensed slightly, but slowly relaxed as Pavel took his time, waiting for him to adjust. He spread his legs farther apart, reaching for Pavel.
"I'm right here," he soothed as he was completely sheathed. Thrusting shallowly, he leaned down and smiled when Henrik's arms wrapped tightly around him. "Tell me what you feel," he requested before pressing a soft kiss to the slightly parted lips.
Henrik stared up at him, pupils dilated widely with lust. "I feel," he paused, blinking as he tried to clear his mind. "Full," he said finally. He blinked again. "No. That's not it."
"What is it?" Pavel asked again, kissing him deeper.
"I feel," Henrik started before moaning deeply. "I feel complete. Like something that has been missing has finally been found. I feel complete, whole."
Pavel smiled slowly. "Good. That means I was right. You are the main one," he whispered. He started thrusting harder, nudging that small bundle deep inside Henrik with every few thrusts. Groaning, he lost himself in the rhythm of Henrik's heart and wrapped his hand around the leaking erection between them.
All too soon Henrik arched up, forcing Pavel deeper. His eyes rolled back as he came hard between them, his scream echoing around the room.
Pavel moaned and lifted his hand to his lips, licking Henrik's release from his hand. Leaning down, he bit the smooth skin of the other man's neck, shuddered hard and came deep inside him as the taste of his lover's blood exploded through his mouth.
He leaned back, a small trickle of blood on his lower lip, and carefully pulled out. "Perfect," was all he could say as he watched the haze slowly clear from the dark eyes beneath him.
"That was amazing," Henrik said finally. He wrapped his arm around Pavel neck and pulled him close. His tongue swept through the vampires mouth. He moaned as the taste of himself and blood filled him.
"Very," Pavel agreed and shuddered slightly. "Are you ready?" he whispered. "Or would you like to wait a while longer?"
"I don't want to wait," Henrik breathed. "I don't think I can."
Pavel nodded. "Soon, soon you will feel better than you ever have," he whispered before licking his lips. He leaned down and kissed Henrik softly, leaving a trail of small kisses to his neck. Licking the skin once, he bit down and started drinking, slowly draining the blood. He could feel the heartbeat start to slow and pulled back before it could come to a stop.
He bit his own wrist and quickly pushed his arm to Henrik's lips. "Drink," he encouraged. "Hurry, you must drink."
Henrik did as he was ordered; his entire being focused solely on Pavel and what was happening.
Pavel groaned as he felt Henrik suck and the connection flare around them. "Yes," he whispered. He waited a few more minutes before jerking his arm away. "Enough," he whispered and pulled Henrik close to him.
Henrik relaxed into Pavel. Too soon his body arched as the pain overwhelmed him. Pavel tightened his hold and pressed soothing kisses to the other man's temple. "Shh," he tried to sooth. "You'll be okay soon. Just a few minutes of pain and you'll be fine." He rocked them back and forth, fiercely wiping the tears from his face. "I'm sorry, I wish it didn't hurt you but it must."
Pavel continued to rock them as the tears streaked down his face and his hands rubbed soothing circles on the other man's back. "Soon," he whispered. "I promise."
It seemed like forever before he could feel the pain fading from Henrik. "Henrik," he whispered, brushing sweat soaked hair from his face.
"Yes?"
"How do you feel?" he whispered. "Are you still in pain?"
"No. I would like some water please."
Pavel nodded and reached for the glass of water and towel. He handed the other man the water as he used the towel to wipe the sweat from his lover's face before wiping the tears from his own cheeks. "You will feel it soon. You could feel it before but soon you will feel the pull from me and the urge to enter me will be great. Follow your urges, your soul will be completing our bond and knows what it needs to do." He smiled gently and smoothed Henrik's wet hair.
"Pavel," Henrik whispered. He leaned to kiss, but jerked back when his fangs started to extend.
"Yes," Pavel smiled. "Go with what you feel. It will be okay." He pulled him close and kissed his lips softly before tilting his head. "Do it," he encouraged. "You cannot take more that what your soul needs. When our bond is complete, I will take you to feed."
"I love you," Henrik whispered. He brushed his fangs lightly down Pavel's neck, not breaking the skin, his hands moving downward.
He smiled and arched toward the touch. "I love you too," he confirmed as his cock hardened when Henrik's fingers brushed against it. "The one," he whispered when he felt fangs pierce his neck.
Henrik sucked lightly for a moment before pulling away. "I need to be in you," he admitted.
He nodded and handed Henrik the small vile of oil. "I need you in me too," Pavel responded and spread his legs farther apart.
Henrik kissed him lightly and moved down. He knelt between Pavel's legs, focused as he carefully coated his fingers with the oil and pushed one against his opening.
Pavel pushed down and groaned as he felt the finger slip inside. "Yes," he moaned in a soft beg. "Please yes."
Henrik nodded and pushed in a second finger. He worked on stretching Pavel, trying to copy what he had done earlier.
"You're doing great," Pavel encouraged. He could feel the nervousness and smiled, knowing that he was this man's first lover. "You are doing great," he repeated and pushed down.
Henrik moaned as Pavel clenched around his fingers as a third one was pushed inside. He finished stretching Pavel and pulled his fingers free, reaching for the oil again.
"Let me help," he requested and took the oil from Henrik. Smiling gently, he thoroughly covered the straining erection. "Do it. Please."
Henrik nodded and pressed against the small opening. Bracing himself, he pushed forward and entered Pavel for the first time.
Pavel arched toward him and wrapped his arms tightly around the younger man. "You feel amazing," he whispered as his fangs extended.
Henrik kept moving slowly, stopping when he was finally fully sheathed. He let his head dropped so that his forehead rested against Pavel's.
"You are the first," Pavel whispered before kissing the other man. He wrapped his legs around Henrik's waist and encouraged him to move.
Henrik slowly started to move, his thrusts slow and shallow at first but they quickly deepened. "Pav," Henrik whispered.
His breath came in short gasps as he wrapped his hands through the long hair. "What?" he asked, clenching tightly around Henrik's erection.
"Better ... than I could have imagined," Henrik gasped.
"Yes," Pavel agreed. He pulled Henrik down and lightly grazed the smooth skin of his lover's neck with his fangs. "Harder," he whispered.
Henrik nodded and obeyed, losing himself into the passion and need that was flowing through him.
Pavel groaned loudly and sunk his fangs deep in Henrik's neck as he came hard between them. He titled his head and waited as he felt the bond flare around them.
Henrik screamed, his head falling back and away from Pavel as the bond washed over him. Reacting instinctively he leaned forward and followed Pavel's example, sinking his fangs deep into his neck. His orgasm overwhelmed him as the bond was completed.
Pavel's eyes rolled back as he felt his part of his soul return. His body shuddered gently as he pulled Henrik closer and kissed him deeply, the taste of their blood combining.
When they had regained their breathing, he turned to the new vampire. "Are you hungry?" he quietly asked.
"Yes," Henrik answered. "I think. Everything seems different."
Pavel smiled gently. "Get dressed and I'll have Anthony come up."
Henrik nodded and stood. "Pavel?"
"Yes?" the older vampire smiled.
Henrik pulled him close and kissed him softly. "Thank you."
"No, my love, thank you." Pavel smiled brightly and pulled on his pants before exiting the room. He returned several long minutes later with a young man. "Henrik, this is Anthony. He is one of our chosen and lives the next house over. He knows what to do, so this will be easy for you. If you start to take too much - " He smiled gently. " - I will stop you."
Henrik nodded, nervous once more. "What do I do?"
"You extend your fangs and pierce his neck," Pavel whispered, moving so he was standing behind Henrik. Carefully he pushed the new vampire close to the other man. "You can hear his heartbeat; focus on it. Do you feel your fangs extending?" Henrik nodded as Anthony tilted his head and exposed his neck in a sign of trust. "Lean down, lick his neck and bite. It might seem odd at first, having the taste of blood in your mouth, but you will adjust." He placed a soft kiss to the back of Henrik's neck. "Trust your body. It knows more than you think."
Henrik nodded. He could feel Pavel next to, and with, him and knew that he wouldn't let things get out of control. He met the other man's eyes for a brief second before nodding and licking across his neck. He could taste the saltiness and feel the heartbeat beneath his lips. He sunk his fangs into the soft skin as the taste and smell of blood exploded across his senses.
"Excellent," Pavel praised, smoothing his lover's hair. He smiled at how easy Henrik was adjusting to his new life. He started to reach out but, before his hand could touch his lover, Henrik pulled back with a small gasp. "Perfect," he said with a bright smile. "Now you must close the wound. We do not want Anthony, or any of our chosen, to get sick. Lick the skin, much like you did before, and the wound will close."
Henrik did as he was told and watched as the wound closed. "Thank you," he told Anthony.
"It is an honor," Anthony replied. "Do you need anything?" he then asked turning to Pavel.
"No," Pavel replied with a smile. "I am fine, thank you." He thought for a moment and continued. "If you are able, please come by in the afternoon. If you are not, would you send your brothers? I am sure Henrik will be hungry by then."
"Of course," Anthony replied with a nod and left the room.
Pavel turned his attention back to his lover and smiled at the sensations that where running through his body. "Do you have any questions, my love?"
"A lot," Henrik admitted. "But they can all wait until the morning."
He nodded. "Come, let us go to bed." Pavel lay down and waited until Henrik moved into his arms. "I'm thankful I found you so soon," he whispered and kissed Henrik's forehead.
"Me too," Henrik said as he burrowed closer.
Pavel pulled the blanket around them and tightened his hold. Placing his head on Henrik's shoulder, he smiled and fell into an easy sleep.