My Beloved

AUTHOR'S NOTE; *WARNING* This chapter references m/m relationship.

VLADIMIR'S POV

I watched the pink hue of the sun peeking out of the horizon with a small smile on my face. Three hundred years ago, and I would have been sizzling just from seeing the sun rising. By the time it rose high into the sky, I would have been burnt into a crisp, nothing but ashes would remain to signify that I was once a living being. Well, if you want to be technical, I was undead and the rays of the sun would have made me completely dead.

There was a time I watched the sun rise. It was my favorite time of the year.

Not mine, it was his. And whatever he liked, I liked.

Flash Back

June, 1720. Somewhere in Durbent.

"Watching the sunrise is such an awe inspiring thing isn't it?" He drawled, reclining further against the headboard.

"Yes. Truly awe inspiring." I replied in wonder as I stared besottedly at his half naked body.

"Exquisite." I concluded, smiling at the wonder on his face.

I didn't find the rise and fall of the sun particularly interesting, I'd been seeing it everyday of my life afterall, but I definitely understood his fascination with the sun. I was also completely fascinated -and whipped according to Nikitin-, the only difference was, where the sun held no appeal to me, the sight of my beloved looking rumpled in my bed was all I could focus on.

Blue eyes turned to me and his lush lips curved in a bashful smile. "You're watching me, not the sun!"

"That's because I find you extremely exquisite to watch." His smile spread, as did the red hue on his chest and face. It was simply fetching. Deciding the distance between our bodies was too wide, I drew him closer and kissed his pretty lips. The sun and the world fell away as he sighed and opened for me. I delved further into the crevices of his mouth, and plundered all that was mine.

He groaned and snatched his mouth away from me. I growled and dragged him back. He was mine. He can't move until I allow it.

"No. You can't have your way with me again. I'm sore!" He laughed the words out even as his body went pliant beneath me.

"I'll be gentle." I promised as I flung the sheets away to reveal the supple body to my greedy eyes.

His unsure stare turned unfocused and his pupils flared brightly as I took his earlobe into my mouth before biting down gently. "I - I do really need to go." He shivered and clutched my shoulder.

Grabbing hold of his length, I squeezed the bulbous head and he emitted a short whimper. I wanted more of those sounds. I released his ear in favor of his jaw. I nipped my way down his neck, working my way down his body. With my hands, I mapped out the dips and curves of his body. My wandering hands encountered a soft nub just as Sven jerked.

"Listen, I ahhh.." His objections devolved into loud moans.

I'd just turned my entire focus onto the two hard nubs. I always liked nipple play. I loved it more when I discovered what a major erogenous so it was for my beloved. Nothing turned him into an incoherent mess faster than when I played with his nipples. I placed both palms flat on his chest. I secured both his left and right nipple in my fingers and twisted them savagely. He arched off the bed with a shout.

"Please -" My lips curved in a smile. Getting there. "My father!" He yelled.

Those words caught my attention and I lifted my mouth off his chest where I'd just began suckling his hard nub.

"What about your father?" I asked coldly, all trace of my arousal gone.

Nothing turned me off more than being reminded about the existence of kostov.

It took a few seconds before the fog cleared from Sven's eyes and I took quiet satisfaction in how quickly I could bring him to the edge. "He returns home today. Master Jules and other members of the guild will be present to greet him. I can't afford to be missing when he arrives."

I tsked quietly. That was sloppy my dear Sven. "Master? And what sort of guild will be present to welcome a clerk back to his home?" I asked.

His face paled rapidly and he made a perfect imitation of a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth, grasping for words or air? I couldn't decide which, but at the moment, I resigned myself to enjoying the show. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't give my beloved the opportunity to reveal his darkest secrets himself?

"Uh.... I've started an apprenticeship at master Jules academy. I'm training to become a swordsmith."

"Swordsmiths have a guild?" I asked doubtfully.

"Yes. Eh, it's a new one. It was established very recently."

By recently, you mean this very second? I smirked at him but then wiped it off when his brows furrowed in confusion. Can't give the game up too early.

I hummed in agreement before raising a brow at him, "But what about the guild? You make it sound like master Jules is part of it and they all will be present specifically for the arrival of your father. You are just another student, are you not?"

"Well, yes I am. I believe the guild has some business for my father. They do not have a secretary at the moment seeing as the guild is very new you see. That's why they want to see him as soon as possible."

Not bad Sven, not bad at all. It was a nice save if I do say so myself.

"That's why I need to leave now. It will reflect poorly on my father and I if I'm not there. How will I explain my disappearance?" He swung his legs to the side of the bed and got off the bed.

"Tell them the truth. That you were with me." I replied simply.

Sven blanched and froze with his shirt in his hands. "I - I can't do that. You know my father will never accept my preference for men." He mumbled.

That was true. Kostov was a sorry excuse for a man and a truly awful father and one of his biggest fault was that Kostov was a homophobe. It was also true that it was almost certain that he would kill his son on the spot if he were to ever show any inclination of being a fairy. However, there was one more reason, more important -and dangerous- than any other why Sven cannot divulge his relationship with me to his family. It was also the same reason why he won't tell me the truth about his family.

"I could turn you, and you won't have to be afraid of your father anymore." I gazed straight at him.

His face lost color and he simply gaped at me. "No!" He yelled vehemently.

"Really? You hate my kind that much?" I'd thought he was different.

"N-no. It's not that. I just, I'm not ready yet. Okay?" He rushed out, backpedaling immediately.

"Why ever not?" I asked, deciding there was no better opportunity to pursue the matter.

"The sun. I like seeing the sun rise. If you turn me, I won't be able to watch the sun rise anymore." His wide eyes stared at me beseechingly.

"It won't be for forever. I'm awake during the day and the sun does not hurt me."

"You are an exception to the rule. How are you awake during the day when the rest of your....kind are asleep at this time? You don't even get tired."

"I thought you liked my endurance in bed." I smirked at him and he blushed fiercely.

"I don't mean it like that! I just meant that you don't become weak during the day."

"It's a gift." I replied lazily. "One you'll have when I turn you."

"I already told you that you are not turning me."

"Why not?" I asked again, ignoring all his earlier protests.

"You were born, not made. A rarity all on its own. If you turn me, I won't be able to walk in the daylight. I won't be able to watch the sun rise anymore. And my family will disown me." He finished quietly.

Sven slipped just now, but I chose to ignore it. The only thing thing he should have known about vampires was what I told him, and i never told him that I was born as a vampire, but seeing as he was close to a meltdown, I decided to let his slip up slide.

"I can find a way around it. I promise, I will find a way to let you watch the sun rise." I vowed.

"Really? Is that possible?" Finished putting on his clothes, he paused just as he was about to step into his boots.

"And if I say yes? What then?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if I found a way to keep the sun from hurting you? Will you let me turn you then?"

I watched silently as the battle raged in his mind. To continue the lie and agree to whatever I wanted just to see his mission through? Or will he rebel and tell me exactly how he felt about me and all of my kind?

Sven Volkov had his mission and so did I. He was my beloved, the one person I'm destined to spend eternity with and I was going to move mountains if I had to, to make him accept me. I knew for a fact his easy acceptance of me was false, but I was determined to turn his lie into the truth.

"But it's impossible, is it not? Or was there something you did that made you invulnerable to the sun?" I trusted Sven with my life, but not with my family's secrets, not until he was one of us.

"If such a thing as impossibility existed, the vampire race wouldn't be in existence right now. Give me your answer Sven."

"Show me. If you can make another vampire walk in the sun and not burn to cinder, then I give you my word that I will let you turn me."

"Good." Now all I had to do was find a way to do the impossible. Keep a vampire alive when he walks in the sun. With several hundred years behind him, he would manage to be awake, but he couldn't step into the light. No other vampire apart from me could do that and even I didn't fully understand the mechanics of how that came to be.

"I need to go now love." He murmured, covering his wiry muscles with a long green coat.

"When will I see you again?"

"In three days. I will send word." With a quick, barely there peck, he was out the door.

I sighed and flopped back into bed. The glaring sun in the sky only mocking in it's brightness. There was no sunshine or joy until my Sven is back in my arms. But I had no choice but to wait until, he sent word or came by my town house.

I could have gone to the hunters academy where Sven was training to become a full fledged hunter, but the peace between vampires and hunters is fragile at best, and I'd have to go through the witches' turf to get there. We were currently at war with those frigid old coots whose only claim to magic was waving around a wooden stick and feeling superior to everyone else and I couldn't afford to be caught there. They would do nothing to me, not even if they tried their damndest, but a giant mark will be painted on my beloved's back. No amount of security will save him. Short of locking him up for life, there was no viable way to protect him, not unless I turned him. A move he was strongly protesting. But I planned on wearing him down. I had eternity to do it.

But even if the witches don't kill him, the hunters will once they find out that Sven has fallen for the vampire he'd been sent to kill.