Underworld: General Series
Title: 200 Years
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Lucian/Viktor
Prompt: 10: Years
Word Count: 513ish
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Written as line request, "You don't have to tell me to be afraid, I'm already there". And keep in mind, not really my pairing so I hope I didn't get the characters out of character, know what I mean?
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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“You don’t have to tell me to be afraid, I’m already there.”
Viktor gave an impatient sigh, looking to his young lover as he laid hands to Lucian’s shoulders. “That is not what I was going to say, you know this.” The elder gave a nervous last minute adjustment to his clothing for the resting ceremony. “And you know it is only for...”
“Two-hundred years, yes I know.” The lycan snapped shrugging out from under the man’s touch. “Two-hundred years of waiting; two-hundred years of looking over my shoulder; two-hundred years of wondering if one night I will wake to Kraven’s blade in my chest, two-hundred years of wondering if he has managed to poison my food; two hundred years of wondering if that over eager weak excuse of a death dealer and spoiled, whiney, pampered fool and so called Regent will find any excuse at all to have me tried and executed while you slumber!” He tossed his hands in the air. “And then claim any equally lame excuse to justify it when you awaken and even wonder why I am not there.”
The bearded man ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he pivoted on heel to fix his vampire lover an equally frustrated look. “Two-hundred years is a long time. A very long time to wait for your return and constant wondering if I’ll live long enough to see you again.”
The blue eyed vampire drifted back to the troubled man, hooking a long strand of hair behind Lucian’s ear before caressing the proud jaw line. “If it is any consolation, one-hundred years is not nearly long enough to be with you.” He leaned in to brush a kiss, “I wish I had more time but you of all people know the coven.” Viktor leaned his forehead against Lucian’s needing this moment to last.
Lucian could never resist the elder’s touch as he snaked his arms around the firm waist pulling the blond haired man against him, kissing the fair skin. “He will be nothing but trouble and can not be trusted, mark my words.” He gently uttered after a resigned sigh. “Dream of me.” He almost pleaded hearing the clock strike the quarter before the hour. “Come back to me and I will survive another hibernation cycle for you.” The lycan didn’t want to let go of his vampire lover. “You know I can’t stay and watch this.” He laid urgent and desperate kisses to the elder’s mouth, to his face, neck, shoulders any skin he could access as his hands were restless in caressing; touching his last before the two-hundred years began.
“For you I will be strong, just come back to me.” He spoke before smoothing out his own clothing so he could escort the elder down to the crypt where he stopped just outside the grand sliding doors wanting nothing more than to give one last kiss and embrace but instead shot the raven haired vampire a cold hard look. “Kraven.” He all but snapped, giving a stiff and shallow bow to the regent who regarded them both with a not so hidden smirk, as he waited to assist in the resting ceremony.
Lucian couldn’t stay there and watch his mate go with the coven slut and no good vampire, so he turned on heel and made a retreat for the woods to disappear from the haughty vampire Regent until his lover would once more awaken.
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Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Lucian/Viktor
Prompt: 10: Years
Word Count: 513ish
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Written as line request, "You don't have to tell me to be afraid, I'm already there". And keep in mind, not really my pairing so I hope I didn't get the characters out of character, know what I mean?
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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“You don’t have to tell me to be afraid, I’m already there.”
Viktor gave an impatient sigh, looking to his young lover as he laid hands to Lucian’s shoulders. “That is not what I was going to say, you know this.” The elder gave a nervous last minute adjustment to his clothing for the resting ceremony. “And you know it is only for...”
“Two-hundred years, yes I know.” The lycan snapped shrugging out from under the man’s touch. “Two-hundred years of waiting; two-hundred years of looking over my shoulder; two-hundred years of wondering if one night I will wake to Kraven’s blade in my chest, two-hundred years of wondering if he has managed to poison my food; two hundred years of wondering if that over eager weak excuse of a death dealer and spoiled, whiney, pampered fool and so called Regent will find any excuse at all to have me tried and executed while you slumber!” He tossed his hands in the air. “And then claim any equally lame excuse to justify it when you awaken and even wonder why I am not there.”
The bearded man ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he pivoted on heel to fix his vampire lover an equally frustrated look. “Two-hundred years is a long time. A very long time to wait for your return and constant wondering if I’ll live long enough to see you again.”
The blue eyed vampire drifted back to the troubled man, hooking a long strand of hair behind Lucian’s ear before caressing the proud jaw line. “If it is any consolation, one-hundred years is not nearly long enough to be with you.” He leaned in to brush a kiss, “I wish I had more time but you of all people know the coven.” Viktor leaned his forehead against Lucian’s needing this moment to last.
Lucian could never resist the elder’s touch as he snaked his arms around the firm waist pulling the blond haired man against him, kissing the fair skin. “He will be nothing but trouble and can not be trusted, mark my words.” He gently uttered after a resigned sigh. “Dream of me.” He almost pleaded hearing the clock strike the quarter before the hour. “Come back to me and I will survive another hibernation cycle for you.” The lycan didn’t want to let go of his vampire lover. “You know I can’t stay and watch this.” He laid urgent and desperate kisses to the elder’s mouth, to his face, neck, shoulders any skin he could access as his hands were restless in caressing; touching his last before the two-hundred years began.
“For you I will be strong, just come back to me.” He spoke before smoothing out his own clothing so he could escort the elder down to the crypt where he stopped just outside the grand sliding doors wanting nothing more than to give one last kiss and embrace but instead shot the raven haired vampire a cold hard look. “Kraven.” He all but snapped, giving a stiff and shallow bow to the regent who regarded them both with a not so hidden smirk, as he waited to assist in the resting ceremony.
Lucian couldn’t stay there and watch his mate go with the coven slut and no good vampire, so he turned on heel and made a retreat for the woods to disappear from the haughty vampire Regent until his lover would once more awaken.
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