Sylvester 'Sylver' Stanton vs. Enzo Jilani

Pix: Fun on a cruise ship

Video: If This Isn't Love by Jennifer Hudson

Dedicated to: iam-a-pretty-babe

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***

Sylver sat in his office, eyes glued to his computer screen as he typed up notes from his last patient visit. His phone buzzed with an incoming message, but he ignored it, figuring he'd get to it later. Just as he started on another paragraph, there was a knock on his door. He didn't need to look up to know who it was because the familiar scent reached him first... warm and unmistakable, stirring a smile before the voice confirmed it.

"Dr. Stanton?" called out a voice that never failed to make Sylver's heart flutter.

With an irrepressible smile spreading across his face, Sylver glanced up to see Enzo leaning casually against the doorframe, his signature smirk lighting up the room.

"Hey," the vampire murmured, his voice soft but brimming with affection.

"Hey," Sylver replied, his grin widening as he crooked a finger to beckon his mate closer.

Enzo didn't need to be told twice. He crossed the room in a heartbeat, slipping behind the desk to plant a firm, lingering kiss on Sylver's lips.

"To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" Sylver asked breathlessly, his words a soft murmur against Enzo's mouth.

"I missed you," Enzo muttered, his tone low and intimate, before diving back in to steal another kiss, his lips exploring Sylver's with relentless fervor.

"Will you two cut it out?" Gaia groaned from the doorway, her voice dripping with exaggerated exasperation. "Hey, handsome." She grinned as Sylver reluctantly tore his lips from Enzo's, gasping for air.

Practically glowing with excitement, Gaia strolled into the room, arm in arm with a strikingly handsome, dark-skinned man who exuded quiet confidence. Before Sylver could process her arrival, more voices followed.

"What were they doing?" Stan's amused voice rang out as he sauntered into the room. He was closely followed by his mate, Commander Ian Williams of the United States Navy, who looked every bit the authoritative figure in his crisp military uniform.

"Probably sucking face," Will snorted, his lips curling into a smirk. "And in a hospital of all places."

"With all the germs!" Stan gave a mock scowl, hands planted on his hips. "Didn't I teach you anything, young man?"

Sylver blinked, utterly stunned as his eyes darted from one familiar face to another. "What...what are all of you doing here?" he stammered, his tone teetering between disbelief and curiosity. "For the record, you look damn good in that, Uncle Will," he grinned, getting to his feet.

Will chuckled, his gaze alight with amusement. "It's not too late. You can still join the Navy."

"I just might," Sylver shot back with a smirk, matching Will's playful energy. "So... you're all here because...?" His words hung in the air, inviting an explanation.

Enzo, now perched on the edge of Sylver's desk like he owned the place, gestured grandly to the group. "We," he said with deliberate emphasis, "are here to kidnap you for lunch."

"A doctor can't be kidnapped during business hours," Sylver chuckled, sitting back in his chair and eyeing the group's mischievous expressions.

"Aw, come on, who gets sick on a Friday?" Gaia drawled, her expression a perfect blend of feigned disbelief and mock seriousness, eliciting chuckles from the group.

"Humans," Sylver retorted with perfect comedic timing, sparking a burst of laughter from the others.

"Well, we have medical clearance," Gaia declared, pulling out a piece of paper adorned with an overly ornate seal. "Signed by none other than Dr. Huge Joke, MD."

Sylver raised a skeptical eyebrow, a grin already forming. "Dr. Huge Joke, MD?" he repeated, his tone dripping with amusement.

"He strongly recommends immediate exposure to fresh air and high-quality Italian cuisine." Will chimed in, his expression completely deadpan.

Sylver laughed, pretending to scrutinize the paper as though it were a legitimate medical document. With an exaggerated sigh, he said, "I see. An official approval. Though I must admit, Uncle Will, I suspect some intimidation tactics were involved. It's odd they didn't even consult me before letting you all waltz in."

Will chuckled, shrugging with faux innocence. "Didn't have to. Just dropped your mate's name, and they were practically falling over themselves to open the door. He's got quite the reputation already."

"Yeah, looks like my brother is a bit of a celebrity around here," Gaia drawled.

"This is his first time stepping foot here too, actually," Sylver chuckled. "They're just used to seeing flowers from him all the time. But I don't think anyone expected the man himself to show up with an entourage," he added, turning to look at Enzo, who was still perched smugly on the edge of the desk.

"My brother, the romantic. Dario must hear about this," Gaia muttered, her voice full of mischief. She burst into laughter when Enzo flipped her off. "Anyway, meet my friend Kwame. He's visiting from Ghana."

Sylver's eyes widened in surprise. "The same Kwame who compelled Uncle Will?" He gushed, rising from his chair. He moved around his desk, extending a hand warmly. "It's great to meet you."

Kwame chuckled as he took Sylver's hand in a firm handshake. "Hello, Sylver. It's good to finally meet you."

"I've heard so much about Ghana," Sylver replied, his tone tinged with excitement as he recalled the vivid and sometimes scandalous stories Stan and Will had shared about the place where they first met. "I absolutely have to visit someday."

"I'd be thrilled to host you and show you a good time," Kwame offered with a charming smile.

"That sounds wonderful, Kwame. I appreciate the offer," Sylver said, his own smile growing. He glanced at the paper Gaia had theatrically presented earlier. "So, I suppose, with the so-called medical clearance in hand, we're free to leave for this lunch. Where exactly are we going?"

"Chi Spacca," Stan announced, flicking an imaginary speck off Will's lapel with exaggerated precision. The name alone turned heads—Chi Spacca was the epitome of luxury dining, renowned as one of the most exclusive and expensive Italian restaurants in Los Angeles. "Will and I picked the restaurant," Stan continued, with a smug grin, "though let's be honest, we mostly just went with the place with the best wine list."

"And where the staff wouldn't have a collective nervous breakdown serving all of us," Will added dryly. "Plus, last time we were there, someone flirted shamelessly with the owner. So, even without the standard two-week reservation, we've got ourselves a private room," he drawled, shooting a knowing look at Stan. The group erupted into laughter.

Stan, completely unapologetic, arched an eyebrow. "And yet, here we are, enjoying the fruits of that shameless flirtation, aren't we?" He leaned in to press a quick kiss to Will's lips, earning an affectionate eye roll from his mate.

"Chi Spacca is hands-down one of the best Italian restaurants in the States," Gaia declared. Then, turning to Sylver with mock seriousness, she added, "So, Doc, are you ready for the most epic lunch break of your life?"

"As if I have a choice," Sylver scoffed, shutting his laptop with an air of mock defeat and grabbing his coat. "If anyone asks, I was forcefully removed from the premises by a gang of highly persuasive kidnappers."

The group laughed as they strolled out of the office, their cheerful energy filling the hospital hallway. As they passed by the smiling receptionist, Enzo threw her a wink. "Don't worry, we'll have him back safe...ish," he teased.

The receptionist's cheeks flushed as she giggled. "Uh...have a wonderful lunch, Dr. Stanton?"

Sylver gave her a wave and a quick smile before following the group out to the parking lot.

Enzo rode with Sylver while the others followed in their vehicles. As Sylver navigated through traffic, Enzo turned to him with a soft, apologetic smile. "Sorry for ambushing you like that. Kwame won't be in town for long. He really wanted to meet me and catch up with Stan and Will, so Gaia thought lunch with everyone would be a good idea."

Sylver waved it off with a small laugh. "Don't worry about it. I'm actually glad you did. Besides, I'm done with my scheduled surgeries for the day, anyway."

"Good. Because I wouldn't have taken no for an answer."

Sylver chuckled, his grip on the wheel steady. "I figured as much. Now let's see if this Chi Spacca place lives up to its reputation—or if Uncle Stan and Uncle Will just dragged us there for the wine."

"Spacca is the best, but knowing those two, it's the wine," Enzo quipped, making Sylver laugh again as they drove toward what promised to be a lively and memorable lunch.

Lunch was nothing short of lively and unforgettable. It wasn't the lunch break Sylver had planned, but it was undoubtedly the one he needed. The restaurant's ambiance was a perfect blend of sophistication and rustic Tuscan charm, with warm lighting and an earthy elegance that transported them straight to Italy.

The food, as promised, was heavenly—each bite a burst of flavours that seemed to carry the very essence of the Tuscan sunshine. The three werewolves, Sylver, Stan, and Will ate their fill while the three vampires picked at their food and focused more on the wine.

"So..." Gaia began, her mischievous gaze locking onto Sylver. "What's this I'm hearing about courtship?"

"Who's courting who?" Stan asked, raising a brow as he reached for his wine glass, clearly intrigued.

Enzo groaned, already sensing where this was heading. Gaia leaned forward, looking positively gleeful. "My dear brother here is courting Dr. Stanton, according to Jeremy," she announced, her grin wide and victorious like the cat that ate the proverbial canary.

"What?" Stan and Will exclaimed in unison, their reactions a perfect mix of shock and delight.

Sylver felt his cheeks flush as he glanced sideways at Enzo, who was pinching the bridge of his nose. "Now I know the real reason I was dragged out to lunch," Sylver muttered, his tone laced with playful exasperation.

"Well, I need to make sure my brother's doing this properly. He does have a reputation to uphold." Gaia grinned.

"Who the fuck demanded that you two court? Ryan?" Stan's eyes widened with curiosity, leaning forward as if he were about to uncover some grand conspiracy.

"I decided to," Enzo responded, his tone calm but resolute.

Stan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He swirled his wine dramatically, his grin growing wider. "Oh, wow. That's new. Well then," he drawled, "you'd better not be cutting corners, Enzo. Because Sylver deserves nothing less than the royal treatment."

Will's eyes swiveled from Enzo's to Sylver's. "Wait, so are you saying you two haven't... fucked?"

"Baby, you're in uniform," Stan chuckled. "Mind your language. So tell us..." He turned his gaze on Enzo and Sylver. "You haven't fucked?" The others dissolved into laughter.

Enzo finally looked up, fixing everyone with a dry glare. "Are we here to eat or to pick apart my love life?"

Gaia's laugh rang through the private room. "Why can't it be both?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "To be fair, Enzo needs to formally introduce his soulmate to the family before things progress."

Stan raised a curious brow, leaning forward with genuine confusion. "Shouldn't that introduction have been done a long time ago?"

"We haven't gotten around to doing it because of the unrest," Enzo explained, wishing he could strangle his sister for steering the conversation into such turbulent waters.

"Oh, so that's why you're courting. Gotcha." Will nodded.

"It's the respectful thing to do, though," Enzo said, his tone even but firm. "Sylver and I need to get to know each other well."

"That is very important," Kwame agreed, swirling his drink thoughtfully. "But you guys need to understand it's not just about the introduction. The family needs to give their acceptance too."

"Acceptance?" Will scoffed, leaning back with a skeptical smirk. "Who the hell needs anyone's acceptance?"

"We're kinda old-fashioned," Kwame explained with a shrug. "Especially, in cases like this, where a different species is involved, it's customary for the family to give their approval. It's not just about romance for us. Approval is essential."

"And what happens if they don't give that approval?" Will challenged, his voice sharp as he glanced around the table.

"Good question," Stan muttered, his gaze turning pensive.

"Then there's no union," Kwame said with a casual shrug, his tone matter-of-fact. "And if the parties involved insist on maintaining one, it's already doomed to fail."

"What do you mean by fail?" Will frowned.

"To cut a long story short, the individuals involved will be executed," Kwame explained.

"Fucking hell," Stan muttered.

"Relax, guys," Enzo interjected with a casual chuckle, though Sylver could feel the tension radiating from him. His mate's easygoing facade wasn't fooling him. "My father already knows about Sylver, so don't worry about it."

"Does he know about the second coming, though?" Stan pressed, his gaze sharp and unwavering as it locked onto Enzo.

"Not yet," Enzo admitted, shifting uneasily in his chair. "I've only told my siblings so far."

"Father is currently immersed in the unrest in my country," Gaia quipped. "But why haven't you mentioned it to him at least?" she asked her brother.

"My sentiments exactly," Will drawled, his words carrying a hint of challenge.

Enzo opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form the words, Gaia gushed, "You sly fox!" She shook her head in amusement. "You want to keep him to yourself for a bit, huh?"

Enzo merely shrugged in response, but Stan didn't miss Will's frown, a telltale sign that he had sensed something off. The soldier's uncanny ability to sense when things were amiss wasn't just instinct; it was his supernatural gift. A gift so reliable that even the military had utilized it without ever realizing the truth about his supernatural nature. Stan made a mental note to talk to Deloris later. If anyone understood the nuances of ancient vampire traditions, it was her.

"Know what..." Stan leaned forward, his tone firm. "The first thing we werewolves think about when it comes to that initial mate bond, is family. Mating is a union between two individuals, but most importantly, it deeply intertwines with the involvement and support of their families. Especially the matriarch and patriarch. And from what I'm hearing so far, you guys seem to have the same culture. So please do the needful, Enzo."

"Understood," Enzo replied, his voice steady despite the weight of the words.

"Alright, alright, you guys..." Sylver interjected gently, his hand slipping under the table to give Enzo's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Let's just say I'm really enjoying this courtship. I'm so glad Enzo chose this path. He's been amazing." He turned to Enzo with a warm, open look. "Of course, I'm eager for us to... you know..." His words trailed off, prompting laughter from the others. "But I suppose he's teaching me patience. I must admit he leaves me... speechless." The last word was barely above a whisper. "I've landed myself a perfect gentleman."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Gaia burst out, punctuating her excitement with a triumphant fist pump. Her enthusiasm was so infectious that even Stan and Will couldn't suppress their grins. Then, with a playful wink, she added, "You see? When Enzo decides to do something, he doesn't just set the bar—he builds a whole new one. It's like watching the master at work!"

"Gaia, please," Enzo groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, though the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed how much the words meant to him.

"What? I'm just celebrating my brother's love life finally being newsworthy," Gaia teased, earning another round of laughter from the table.

Sylver smiled. In that moment, despite the teasing and the chaos swirling around him, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace—surrounded by people who clearly cared and a mate who left him speechless in all the best ways. However, a subtle undercurrent of unease tugged at him, a suspicion that Enzo might be withholding something. The thought momentarily clouded his tranquility, sparking a flicker of curiosity mixed with concern. He considered confronting Enzo, seeking transparency to dispel any shadows between them, but hesitated, torn between his need for honesty and his respect for Enzo's timing.

Lunch turned into a spirited affair, filled with teasing, laughter, and just the right amount of chaos. It wasn't the peaceful break Sylver had envisioned, but surrounded by good food, better company, and a fair share of embarrassing stories, he realized it was exactly what he needed.

***

ITALY:

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from where Enzo and his companions leisurely enjoyed their lunch, a grave situation was unfolding. The three council members designated to oversee the case against Raffaele Bianchi were unknowingly on the brink of peril.

The three-member council was meeting in a cozy, private room to meticulously review the charges against Raffaele and his clan. Their goal was clear: to scrutinize every detail to ensure an error-free proceeding when the witness eventually arrived to testify against Raffaele Bianchi and his clan. But unbeknownst to them, danger lurked. Two vampires from the Bianchi clan, alongside two warlocks acting under Raffaele's direct orders, were just across the street, poised with a sinister agenda—to eliminate them before the critical witness could come before them.

They were so engrossed in their deliberation that they almost missed the shadow flicker across the window of the private room—a brief, unsettling interruption in the tranquil setting. The room temperature dropped, a palpable chill enveloping the air. Alerted to the possibility of an outside presence, the council members paused their discussion, their instincts honed from years of navigating the treacherous waters of supernatural politics kicking in. Their eyes met in silent consensus; something was amiss.

But before they could react, a sinister wisp of dark smoke curled in through the cracks of the door, slithering along the floor like a serpent. The council members, paralyzed not by fear but by a potent enchantment hidden within the smoke, could only observe helplessly as the smoke began to swirl, growing denser and darker. They watched in horrified fascination as it gathered in the center of the room, forming a writhing mass.

Suddenly, the smoke shifted, sprouting grotesque, elongated talons that glistened like blackened steel. The council members' eyes widened in terror as realization struck—that was dark magic. Panic surged through them, but there was nothing they could do to save themselves. The talons struck with lightning speed, plunging deep into their chests and killing them instantly.

By the time the others realized that the council members had been secluded for an unusually lengthy period and decided to investigate, they were confronted with a chilling sight: three lifeless bodies slumped in their chairs, eyes wide open in frozen horror, the remnants of dark smoke dissipating into the cold, stale air.

The chaos had begun.

***

After a leisurely lunch filled with laughter and stories, Gaia decided they go on a party cruise that evening to show Kwame a good time. So that evening, all six made their way to the marina. There, a sleek cruise ship awaited, decked out in vibrant lights and banners that read "Retro Disco Night."

As they boarded, the pulsating beats of classic disco hits greeted them, setting the scene for an evening of uninhibited fun. The ship's deck was transformed into a floating dance floor, complete with a glittering disco ball spinning overhead. They were instantly caught up in the festive atmosphere when they stepped onto the boat. The DJ, spotting the new arrivals, ramped up the music, spinning classic tracks that had everyone moving.

"Welcome aboard the S.S. Jubilee, Kwame!" The DJ's voice boomed from the speakers. "Here, the only rule is to have fun!"

Some of the people aboard donned retro outfits such as bell-bottoms, sequined tops, and afro wigs, which made it even more exciting. Music blended with the sound of waves as the ship sailed away from the dock, the city lights faded into the background, replaced by the open, starlit sky. Stan and Gaia joined in the dancing first, their movements fluid and carefree. Sylver and Will joined next, both trying to outdo each other with exaggerated, playful moves which drew cheers and laughter from the onlookers, while Enzo captured the moments with his phone.

As the night progressed, the bartender kept the spirits flowing, serving colorful cocktails with exotic names that added an extra kick to the party. Kwame, who had started the evening a bit reserved, now danced with abandon, his smile wide and infectious. The group circled around him, clapping and cheering as he showed off some dance moves from his homeland. The deck was alive with pulsating beats. Soca music filled the air, inviting everyone to dance. Sylver finally managed to coax Enzo to join a conga line, a decision Enzo was instantly delighted with. As they snaked around the bustling deck, Enzo found himself swept up in the infectious energy, his excited laughter a testament to the sheer fun of the moment.

Hours slipped by under the disco lights, and as the cruise neared its end, Sylver, Enzo, Will, Stan, Gaia, and Kwame gathered at the bow of the ship, arms around each other, watching the cityscape approach. They were drunk on booze, on lust, on the bliss of shared experiences, and the magic of a night that none of them would soon forget. The cool sea breeze mingled with the remnants of music as they disembarked, their hearts as full as the moon hanging above them.

"If Oz had a cruise ship, this would be it!" Stan drawled, his comment sending ripples of laughter through the group, as they all appreciated the whimsical comparison.

"That was mad fun, guys," Kwame gushed, his smile wide and infectious. "Thanks for bringing me along." His enthusiasm was palpable, reflecting the sheer joy of the evening's adventures.

"You absolutely have to come back soon for another visit, because we definitely need a repeat of tonight," Will said with a hearty chuckle. "I can't even remember the last time I danced like that nonstop."

"You did stop at some point, Uncle Will," Sylver quipped with a straight face.

"No, I didn't," Will shot back, feigning indignation.

"Oh, but you did, soldier," Gaia interjected with a teasing smirk. "You two mysteriously vanished below deck for a bit—only the stars know what went down."

A wave of chuckles swept through the group, the air filled with teasing and camaraderie, and their hearts filled with unrestrained fun. And even as they parted ways and got into their cars, the energy from the night's escapades remained undiminished.

By the time Enzo pulled up in front of Sylver's house, the clock had long since passed one in the morning. They both stepped out of the car, but Enzo lingered by the driver's side with his door still open. He was conscious of the late hour and Sylver's likely fatigue, and had no intention of staying for long.

"I had a great time tonight," Sylver said, approaching Enzo.

"I did too. You need to get some rest," Enzo replied softly, reaching up to gently comb his fingers through Sylver's hair, a tender gesture that spoke volumes.

"Hmm... I'd sleep better if you were in my bed," Sylver murmured, his voice low and inviting as he drew Enzo away from the doorway and quietly shut the car door. With a deliberate motion, he pressed Enzo back against the car and buried his face in the crook of Enzo's neck. "Why do you have to go?" he groaned, his breath warm against Enzo's skin.

"You know why," Enzo moaned in response, his eyes fluttering shut as the feel of Sylver's lips on his sensitive neck sent shivers down his spine.

"You're such a killjoy, Enz," Sylver groaned, his words muffled. "Sure I can't change your mind?" He lifted his head and gazed at his mate, their breaths mingling.

"Syl, come on..." Enzo breathed, losing himself in the intensity in Sylver's eyes. The moment was charged.

Beneath the luminescent glow of the streetlight, the night whispered around Enzo and Sylver, its breath cool against their skin. The world seemed to tilt slightly, focusing down to just the two of them. Sylver reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from Enzo's forehead before trailing his fingers lightly down his cheek. The touch sent a shiver through Enzo, his lips parting sexily in anticipation of what he knew was coming... what he craved... what he needed more than air in that moment... his mate's lips!

Without breaking eye contact, Sylver leaned in. Their lips finally met, a soft brush at first, exploratory and gentle. Then, as if fueled by the pent-up longing of the night, Sylver's demeanor shifted. His hands cradled Enzo's head, pulling him closer with a quiet determination. The kiss deepened, driven by a surge of emotion that Enzo felt down to his bones. His hands moved to Sylver's waist, his fingers gripping him, pulling him into him as if trying to merge their bodies into one. Sylver, controlling the pace and depth, pressed his body against Enzo's, his movements dictating the rhythm of their dance. His lips were insistent, persuasive, coaxing a response from Enzo that was raw and filled with passion.

The world around them—the street, the car, the distant sound of the city—it all evaporated under the intensity of their connection. Enzo was amazed by how intoxicating Sylver was to him, serving as a potent aphrodisiac. Everything about his mate—every glance, every touch—was a delight to his senses, keeping him primed and ready. He knew that if they stayed at it long enough, Sylver could make him come just a kiss. Enzo felt overwhelmed, anchored only by the touch of Sylver's lips and the solid presence of the car at his back. The kiss was a fiery cascade, waves of warmth crashing over him, each touch sparking electric.

As they finally parted, breathless and visibly shaking from hunger, the night seemed to breathe with them, the cool air swirling in the small space between their lips, still almost touching. Sylver's forehead rested against Enzo's, his breath warm and mingled with his, their eyes fluttering open to meet once more, reflecting the undeniable passion that had just been unleashed. He was hard and thick, his erection straining behind his zipper.

"This is very hard," Sylver breathed.

"The situation or your cock?" the words left Enzo's lips before he could stop them.

"What do you think?" Sylver shot back. "I'm dying here."

"You'll live," Enzo said softly. "I know this is hard on you, but..."

"Now, you're just taking the piss, Enzo Jilani?" Sylver's voice was a soft growl, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Enzo burst into laughter then. "Am I not allowed to use the word hard again?"

Sylver couldn't help but join in the laughter, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned in closer and whispered, his voice a sultry promise. "One day soon, when you're ready and I finally have you beneath me, there will be absolutely no mercy." Sylver felt Enzo shiver at his words and leaned in to suck sensuously on the vampire's lower lip, a move that never failed to draw a moan out of Enzo. "I'm going to mark you, claim you in the most primal way, possess you, make love to you until all that exists is us. And then, you'll truly be mine," he whispered huskily against Enzo's parted lips, his tone teasing yet promising.

Enzo's eyes glazed over with irrepressible lust at Sylver's words. "No mercy, huh?" he sounded breathless. "Be warned, I don't surrender easily."

"We'll see about that," Sylver murmured, his voice a mix of challenge and affection. "Let me know when you get home." He pressed a lingering kiss to Enzo's lips.

"Will do," Enzo replied with a reassuring smile.

"And one more thing..." Sylver whispered, his voice tinged with seriousness. "Are you hiding anything?"

Enzo stiffened momentarily, his gaze searching Sylver's eyes intently. Whatever he found in those deep, understanding eyes seemed to soothe him. With a heavy sigh, he nodded. "Yes," he admitted, then fell silent, weighed down by his thoughts.

Sylver pressed a gentle kiss to Enzo's temple, his touch reassuring. "Whenever you're ready, you can tell me," he murmured, offering both patience and support in his soft tone.

In that instant, Enzo's soul stirred with even deeper affection for Sylver. His mate's understanding, reassurance, and maturity—qualities that seemed far beyond his years—left Enzo both awed and speechless. All he could manage was a nod, his voice caught in his throat. He pulled Sylver into a fierce hug, hoping that the strength and warmth of his embrace conveyed the immense gratitude he felt for Sylver's patience and empathy.

As Sylver turned to head inside, an amused smile tugged at his lips. He was aware of Enzo's watchful eyes, making sure he was safe behind closed doors before he departed. The gesture warmed Sylver's heart—it was endearing, really. Despite knowing well that he could handle himself against any threat, Enzo's protective instincts never waned.

With a soft chuckle and an affectionate wave, Sylver closed the door gently behind him, missing his mate already.

***

As Enzo sped off, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. If he adored Sylver more than he already did, it would be illegal, he thought. He laughed softly as he plugged his phone into the car's charging unit. His battery had run out during the cruise.

The sudden barrage of notifications that flooded Enzo's phone the moment it powered on made him hesitate, a flicker of apprehension crossing his face.

"What the..." he trailed off when his phone began to ring insistently. It was his father. "Father?" Enzo's voice was tinged with wariness as he hadn't yet read the messages, so was clueless about what was going on.

"Where have you been, Enzo?" Leonardo Jilani growled.

"Out," Enzo responded smoothly. "What's going on?"

"Hello, Boss," Enzo heard his deputy's voice and got even more agitated.

"Start talking, Pablo," Enzo breathed.

"All three council members are dead," Pablo said without preamble.

"What?" Enzo gasped.

"Dark magic," Leonardo growled.

"Raffaele," Enzo breathed, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.

"Yes," the lord command confirmed. "The good news is that your men found the location of the witness about an hour ago. You need to come home tomorrow."

"That's great," Enzo said with relief. But also, fuck! Leaving Sylver would be difficult.

"We need to bring him in and take his statement before those fools catch on and try to eliminate him," Pablo declared firmly.

"I'll be there," Enzo replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Despite his desire to remain with Sylver and deepen their connection, the gravity of the situation demanded his immediate return to Italy to take urgent action. "Tell the team to prepare. We move as soon as I land."

"I will inform them immediately, Boss."

"Good."

"See you tomorrow, son." Then the line went dead.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Enzo muttered under his breath, his frustration palpable as he floored the accelerator.

Leaving Sylver was the last thing Enzo wanted. The thought of not being in the same country as his mate felt unbearably strange. He had grown accustomed to the comforting ritual of seeing Sylver's face each morning, a cherished part of their daily routines. Who would hand Sylver his morning coffee if he was holed up in Italy, buried in work? How would he manage without that cherished daily ritual?

"Shit!" he cursed again, the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders.

***

The next morning which was a Saturday, Sylver's eyes opened to double pleasure. The lovely smell of coffee and the most amazing sensation on his...

"What the..." His eyes dropped down to the dark head moving rhythmically up and down on his morning wood. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight. "Jesus, Enz..." he breathed as he felt himself getting even harder. His fingers slipped into the silky dark hair as he arched up into that surprisingly warm mouth.

Enzo opened his mouth wider, trying to take more of that girth in, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Sylver was huge, which didn't surprise Enzo. Even though that was his first time seeing and touching his mate's thickly veined length, he had somewhat anticipated the magnitude of his mate's endowment, having felt it pressed against him during their many fervent kisses. It was a new territory, but he was determined to give his mate pleasure. And from Sylver's grip on his hair, his lustful moans, and the hot, salty drops of precum spilling into his mouth, Enzo knew Sylver was enjoying every moment of what he was doing. His eyes began to water as he took more of that thick flesh into his mouth, but he didn't stop.

"So hot," Sylver muttered, words barely audible as he gazed down at Enzo through heavy-lidded eyes. Enzo's mouth on him felt so good, but seeing Enzo pleasuring him was the most beautiful sight. "Fuck Enz..."

Enzo didn't have to suck for long. Sylver, having been deprived of release for so long, wasn't surprised when the sweet, tingling waves of orgasm began to wash over him. His toes curled and lungs heaved as his grip tightened in Enzo's hair, weeks of suppressed hunger cresting and spiraling out of control. Sylver's entire body began to quake from the intensity of the sensations. Gasping Enzo's name, his hips jerked up, pushing that thick length deep to the back of Enzo's throat as blinding pleasure flooded his senses. Then with a loud roar, he exploded.

Enzo relaxed his throat as much as he could when Sylver began to shoot his load. He swallowed his offering greedily, his mate's flavour igniting his senses... making him crave more. He reached down to grab Sylver's balls, rolling them in their sacs in a gentle massage, stretching out the orgasm to give Sylver as much sensation as he could. When Sylver's grip on Enzo's hair eventually loosened, he slowly pulled off the cock which surprisingly, never went soft. It stayed hard and needy, his juices still flowing like a broken tap. Enzo wrapped his lips around the head, tongue leisurely flicking back and forth across the leaking tip. Finally, his gaze lifted to fix on Sylver's, carrying an almost challenging intensity.

Sylver gazed intensely at his mate, his piercing green eyes alight with a myriad of emotions. Shock, gratitude, reverence, and lust mingled with overwhelming admiration. He didn't think Enzo had looked sexier than he did at that moment... from his wet eyes to his lips which were swollen from blowing him... His mate looked damn hot.

"What brought that on?" Sylver whispered, reaching down to wipe the tears from Enzo's eyes.

"I'm leaving for Italy this morning," Enzo said, his voice hoarse. He felt Sylver tense against him, the reaction impossible to miss. "It's an emergency. I have to go."

Sylver nodded. "Come here," he rasped as he pulled Enzo up to lie on top of him and wrapped him in his arms. "Can't you delegate?" The vulnerability in his voice was Enzo's undoing.

Groaning, Enzo buried his face against Sylver's neck, using the warm body as a mattress. "I need to take care of this myself," he murmured, his voice muffled, but Sylver heard him perfectly.

"When will you come back?"

"I'm not sure. If I'm able to get everything sorted out quickly, I shouldn't be there for more than three days."

"That's way too long," Sylver groaned.

"I'll be back before you know it."

Sylver fell silent for a moment, then slowly unwrapped his arms from around Enzo. "Please, get out of these clothes," he said, his tone polite yet firm. Enzo didn't miss the commanding undertone in his words.

His brows shot up in surprise. "What?" he gasped, his eyes widening. "Absolutely not."

"I just need to feel you, Enz," Sylver's voice conveyed a deep, earnest longing.

Enzo scoffed. "Can't you feel me now? I'm right here."

Sylver sighed in resignation. "I won't ask again," he stated, his tone deadly serious.

With a reluctant groan, Enzo climbed off Sylver, and then proceeded to do as he was told. Sylver watched intently, casually sipping his coffee. He'd seen Enzo in just his boxers before, but seeing him completely naked was a sight to behold. He couldn't get over how stunning his mate was; that body, sculpted and hard in all the right places, was nothing short of a masterpiece. Enzo was so hard his cock was pointing up, the wide head moist.

"You're gorgeous," Sylver breathed. "Come." He set the empty coffee cup on the bedside table and patted his chest.

Enzo went back to lie on top of Sylver, hissing when their cocks brushed together. "Oh, god this is a bad idea."

"It's a perfect idea," Sylver murmured huskily. His mouth was on Enzo's in the next instant, kissing him deeply, tasting himself on Enzo. "Fuck, I'll miss these lips," he groaned when they came up for air. Then he was kissing Enzo again, exploring his mouth as though savoring the finest elixir. "You're going away," he breathed against Enzo's mouth when the kiss ended. "You need to feed."

When the unique scent of his mate's blood hit his senses, Enzo hissed, his fangs instantly dropping. Sylver gently directed his mouth to the fresh cut he'd made on his neck and moaned when Enzo began to drink. The sensation of Enzo's mouth on his neck was so pleasurable that Sylver's eyes fluttered shut. It seemed like the most natural thing when they began to grind sensuously against each other, their hard, slick cocks rubbing hotly together.

Enzo mewled with unadulterated pleasure as he drank, Sylver's earlier orgasm making his blood even sweeter. Drinking from his mate while humping the bejesus out of him at the same time... flesh on flesh, was simply incredible. Just as he thought nothing could surpass the blissful feeling consuming him, he felt Sylver parting his legs with his. When he felt a very wet finger sliding along his crack to his perineum... that nerve-packed area between his cock and hole, Enzo tensed up. But as Sylver began to gently rub that spot, the most amazing sensation began to radiate through Enzo, eliciting a loud moan that echoed in the room, prompting a satisfied smile from Sylver.

'Are you okay?' Enzo heard Sylver in his head for the first time since meeting him again, his words carrying a tenderness and concern that melted Enzo's dead heart.

'Yes,' he rasped, still marveling at the fact that Sylver could communicate with him telepathically, even though he wasn't a werewolf.

Enzo trembled in reaction to Sylver's stimuli, his legs parting wider as if they had a mind of their own. The sensations were so exquisitely sublime that he felt his cock jerk and leak between them. Then, in a slow, deliberate move that sent shockwaves through every fiber of Enzo's being, Sylver began to expertly apply precise pressure to that nerve-packed spot.

Enzo's entire world went white. He stopped feeding and went very still as a surge set every nerve in his body alight, elevating his senses to a realm beyond ecstasy. With an ecstatic cry, he unraveled, his orgasm rippling through him and leaving him drowning in pleasure he had never experienced before. His body convulsed uncontrollably as he spilled his load between them, his grip on Sylver tightening—the only anchor to reality in a whirlwind of sensation. Enzo's world spun out of control as he succumbed to the euphoric sensations sweeping through him. With Sylver's finger maintaining unwavering pressure on that spot, Enzo couldn't stop coming. For a moment, a jolt of fear shot through him. What is he doing to me...

"Please," Enzo pleaded shakily after a while, his voice barely a whisper. "Syl..." he choked out, his entire body trembling violently.

"Shhh... I've got you," Sylver sealed his mouth over Enzo's, holding him still as he plundered his mouth, the dominance of the act, undeniable.

Enzo was boneless and too dazed with pleasure to move by the time Sylver released his mouth. He simply tried to remember how to breathe as he completely melted into Sylver's arms. Sylver wrapped an arm around Enzo and gently stroked his back with the other. They lingered in comfortable silence until Enzo eventually broke the stillness.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he rasped, eliciting soft laughter from Sylver. "You know I'm old, right?"

"You're twenty-four," Sylver snorted. "How's that old?"

"I've never felt what I just felt," Enzo whispered.

"What can I say? You're mated to a medical expert. I know all the right spots," Sylver teased, his voice dripping with smugness. It was enough to make Enzo lift his head and glare down at him.

"You look like the cat that got the canary," Enzo muttered, unable to hide the amusement in his eyes.

The corner of Sylver's lips curled. "You mean the wolf that got the vamp."

"I'll miss you," Enzo groaned. "And I don't know how you're going to survive without me."

"Hmm... So this was to keep me going, huh?" Sylver asked, a hint of amusement lacing his tone. "Is that why you decided to give me some this morning?"

"Listen, I know you have needs," Enzo began, his tone soft and understanding. "But I really hope this can hold you over until I get back. I don't want you being naughty while I'm gone."

Sylver burst into laughter. "Oi, I couldn't be naughty even if I wanted to."

"I don't want to take any chances."

"Aw, come on, you know that can never happen," Sylver muttered, drawing Enzo's head down for a kiss.

"It had better not, because I'll kill anyone who touches you in that way," Enzo murmured when his lips were released.

The wave of emotion that hit Sylver at Enzo's words surprised him. He felt overwhelming warmth, pleasure, and passion despite the violence behind those words.

"That was fucking hot," Sylver breathed, staring into his mate's eyes.

"I wasn't joking, Syl."

"I know. That's what made it hot." Then he was kissing Enzo again. "Isn't it ironic, though..." he drawled when they finally came up for air, his voice dripping with a mix of sarcasm and amusement, "that you can fuck anything that moves whenever you want, yet you'd kill anyone who so much as touches me?"

"I've told you I won't," Enzo rasped, his voice raw and edged with intensity. "You have my word."

Sylver searched his eyes for a moment, then nodded slowly. "You'd better keep it," he murmured, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his usual bravado.

"I intend to," Enzo responded, leaning in to nuzzle Sylver's neck. "Damn, I wish I could give you a hickey or something."

"Want to mark me, huh?" Sylver's chest vibrated as he laughed softly. "If you really want to get out of here, I suggest you stop what you're doing," he groaned when he felt his cock get harder.

Ignoring Sylver's warning, Enzo moved down, defiance blazing in his eyes. Then, with deliberate intent, he swirled his tongue around a hardened nipple, his fingers rolling and tugging on the other.

"Fucking hell..." Sylver gasped, his brain short-circuiting as desire pumped through him.

Enzo went into full attack mode then, sucking and biting on Sylver's nipple until he couldn't control his cries of pleasure. The needy sounds that fell from Sylver sounded strange even to his own ears. When Enzo caught one nipple between his teeth and began to rhythmically tug on it, Sylver saw stars. He reared up with a lustful cry, his hand moving to the back of Enzo's head to hold him to that rigid flesh.

"Oh, my god," Sylver gasped, his voice hitching as Enzo's palm wrapped around his throbbing hard length which was already slick with Enzo's earlier release, and stroked with maddening speed. Ecstasy overwhelmed Sylver's senses as every nerve in his body screamed for release, the tension coiling tighter within him. "That's it, baby," he moaned breathlessly. "Make me come for you. Please..." he choked out, teetering on the edge of eruption.

At that desperate plea, Enzo abruptly pulled off the nipple in his mouth, ignoring Sylver's sharp protests. Those protests quickly turned into a strangled gasp as Enzo's fangs sank deep into his thigh, dangerously close to his groin. His very first bite. Like werewolves, vampires possessed the power to make their bite utterly pleasurable if they so desired. And that was exactly what Enzo did. The sudden bite sent a shockwave of unfiltered ecstasy tearing through Sylver's body, leaving him breathless. His back arched violently, eyes flying wide open, and for a split second, he stared at his mate with dazed, wild hunger. Then, like a dam bursting, his orgasm crashed over him, drowning him in pure, unrelenting bliss.

He gripped the sheets as thick spurts of cum splattering across Enzo's cheek. "Jesus..." Sylver gasped shakily, his voice a mix of shock and pleasure. Never had he climaxed so hard, so deeply, as if his very soul was being ripped from his body, leaving him delirious and trembling in the aftermath of pure ecstasy.

Lost in a moment of sheer pleasure, Enzo stayed locked onto the vein he'd nicked, drinking eagerly. He savoured every drop and every pulse of ecstasy that radiated from Sylver's body, not stopping until he was fully satisfied. Dizzyingly intoxicated from his mate's delicious blood, Enzo slid his fangs free and closed the punctures with soothing licks of his tongue. Then he moved up, his eyes softening as they locked onto Sylver's dazed expression, looking back at him with pure adoration. His mate looked like a satiated heap of loose muscle.

"You okay?" Enzo rasped, his voice rough with concern as he studied Sylver's flushed, trembling form.

"Who's trying to kill who now?" Sylver panted. "Jesus, you're fierce. I'm going to be feeling you for days," he chuckled, pulling Enzo closer and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"That was the aim," Enzo grinned, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Ready for a shower?" he asked, rubbing his knuckles against Sylver's temple tenderly.

"I am. Come on."

Thirty minutes later, Sylver was nestled against Enzo, who leaned back against the car. Sylver's arms were wrapped around the vampire, clinging to him as though he'd never let go.

"The thought of not seeing your face for even a day is killing me," Sylver groaned.

"Same here, baby. But we'll talk every day," Enzo reassured.

"It's not the same, and you know it," Sylver growled. "You're right here, yet I'm already missing you. Is that even normal?"

"There's nothing normal about you, Sylver," Enzo chuckled softly, his fingers weaving soothingly through Sylver's hair. "I have to go. But promise me one thing..."

"What is it?" Sylver asked, his voice low and rough.

"That you won't teleport to Italy while I'm there." Sylver tensed at Enzo's words. Enzo felt it. "It's dangerous, Syl. These aren't normal times. I don't want you targeted just because someone—"

"I won't come," Sylver interrupted quietly. "You have my word."

"Thank you." Enzo's voice softened. "I'll let you know when I get home."

Sylver could only nod, his throat tight with unshed emotions. Suddenly, three streetlights exploded in rapid succession, causing Enzo to nearly jump out of his skin. But when his surprised gaze returned to Sylver's calm face, he was shocked to see that his mate seemed oblivious to the surrounding commotion. As two more lights shattered, Enzo pieced together the cause.

"Sylver?" he said urgently, cupping Sylver's face gently. The younger man blinked, a sign that he was returning to the present. "Calm down," Enzo breathed softly.

"I am calm," Sylver replied, his expression one of confusion as he noticed some neighbours emerging with curious looks. "Why?"

Enzo glanced up pointedly at the remnants of the busted streetlights. "That's why. Control yourself."

"Oh..." Sylver's voice trailed off, a hint of realization dawning in his eyes.

Enzo drew Sylver close for a soul-melting kiss, their lips moving together in a silent conversation of need and reassurance. When they finally parted, Enzo whispered against Sylver's lips, "Are you okay?"

"No," Sylver responded simply, his voice a soft echo of vulnerability.

"Jesus, baby," Enzo groaned, the worry clear in his tone.

"I'll be fine," Sylver assured him, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Maybe another kiss would..."

Enzo's lips captured Sylver's before he could finish his sentence, angling his head to find the perfect angle and pressing their mouths together in a tender dance. The kiss began gently, with soft, coaxing licks and delicate suckling, enticing Sylver to let go of their troubles. Enzo's tongue teased with light strokes, luring Sylver deeper into the moment. But soon, the kiss evolved, becoming deep and ravenous, their mutual passion sweeping them away. As Enzo's tongue explored Sylver's mouth more assertively, a low moan vibrated from Sylver's throat. Their lips moved with desperate urgency, sliding, pressing, and melding as Enzo claimed his mate in a fervent, all-consuming kiss.

When the kiss ended, Sylver appeared dazed, his eyes reflecting a whirl of emotions. "Better?" Enzo asked, a hint of concern in his tone. At Sylver's nod, Enzo delivered one last, tender kiss to his lips. "Fix the lights."

"Done," Sylver responded, his voice quiet but steady.

Enzo looked up and smiled when he noticed the lights had indeed been fixed and all the neighbours had retreated back inside.

"Good. I have to go, Syl."

"I know," Sylver sighed.

"Take care of yourself."

"You stay safe," Sylver whispered back, reluctantly stepping out of Enzo's embrace.

With one last, lingering glance at Sylver, Enzo got into his car and drove off, the sound of the engine echoing through Sylver's very core. Panic surged within Sylver, sudden and inexplicable as Enzo's car disappeared down the road. He stood there, rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on the empty stretch of road where Enzo's car had vanished. How long he stood there, he couldn't say. It felt like an eternity before he finally summoned the strength to turn around and head back into the house.

Sylver knew it then—he was utterly, hopelessly screwed.

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