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APPARENTLY, HALF OF THE SCREAMS WE'D HEARD FROM ABOVE HAD BEEN FROM THE NEWBORNS, NOT OUR NEWLY TRAINED SOLDIERS. They had been erratic, terribly coordinated, and didn't seem to know what they were looking for. At the debrief, Marcus had questioned everyone about what had happened, what had been discovered, and if all of the heads had been burned. That had to be top priority, since whenever vampires get their heads ripped off, they lose consciousness and tend to be quite confused when coming back into the land of the awake.

It seemed like I'd been terrified for nothing, really, and I found myself wanting to laugh as Marcus and I walked back to his bedroom. As a part of the new safety plan, we were to stay in one place at all times beyond feedings to make sure that we could both reach safety in time if another attack was to occur. It made enough sense to me and from the way my body reacted in a bad situation, I don't trust myself to get to safety on my own.

Those Newborns being able to breach the castle were a problem. Though, according to the recruits, they seemed erratic and untrainable. Half of them were looking in places that couldn't possibly house two fully grown people and the other half were trying to pull off people's clothes instead of their body parts. At first, the guards had tried to just subdue them, but realized very quickly that these people weren't right and had to be taken out.

Of course, that could only mean one thing. Andrei had removed who they were, turning them into zombies for his own gain. He had a poor execution of a decent idea thankfully. Nobody was injured beyond one guard who, in an attempt to calm one of the Newborns down, got his arm accidentally ripped off due to the force of the pull on his jacket.

They did not know how to fight other vampires, that was for sure, and that made sense. Andrei was the kind of man to stay in the shadows. He had no clue how to really fight. He could subdue someone smaller and weaker than him, but taking on real, trained professionals? That was nowhere near his realm of expertise. Andrei went after human women, tormented them, and used manipulation and physical violence to keep them under his foot. He isn't a strong man, just an evil one. Just another evil person out in the world.

"A Newborn Army should be stronger than that," Marcus huffed as he fell down onto the bed. "I had far more sense as a newborn. My instincts were clear. I could have taken down someone with their level of battle training."

"You had your memories," I reminded him. "Memories make you a person. Wren had to learn how to go up stairs properly when he erased her memories. I'm sure they're starting from scratch in more ways than one. They don't actually know what fighting is or why people do it."

Victoria's army had a reason to fight and a leader to follow. Andrei clearly didn't realize that he couldn't just use empty minds and Newborn bodies to overtake a castle. That's not how any of this works. I still can't understand how he managed to think that it would work.

"I had never actually seen a fight before," Marcus admitted. "Before I turned, that is. I was quite the sheltered boy. Cared more about books than making friends when I became a vampire. Finally realized I needed to find some because I had no idea what I was doing. Newborns are good at following orders though. I don't know how he messed it up that bad."

"You never talk about before you became a vampire."

"It was great until it wasn't, as are most things," he began with a short laugh, "I was from a wealthy family, had no brothers or sisters, and enjoyed my time in the privacy of my own room. I was horrible at socializing and didn't enjoy my father's dinners where I was forced to come out. He set up a marriage for me, but I really wasn't interested, which somehow angered my mother more than my father. She said she'd marry me to an ugly girl instead of the pretty one she picked out."

"So, the regular life back back then?"

"Yes. I told her that it was mean to call her ugly," Marcus laughed and pointed to one of the books on the bookshelf, "I wrote about it in there. She was not conventionally attractive, but I was very innocent and did not realize why that mattered. Mother thought that I was homosexual for a time and tried to bring in a young man to see if really was. I did not take the bait."

I laughed at the idea of Marcus' mother sneaking a man into the house just to see if her adult son showed any interest. What kind of person thinks that will work? Well, it was a different time back then, and she was probably looking for a reason why he was rejecting the idea of marriage.

"You were perfectly happy being a hermit," I assessed.

"Quite. My mother did not think it was a good life for me, so she eventually roped my father into making me marry the pretty one. We didn't end up getting married because at an event, right before the wedding, there was an incident," Marcus got quiet at the end. "My betrothed was slaughtered by a vampire my mother had been... seeing for a while behind father's back. It was all quite dramatic. He turned me because he was angry that my mother did not want to leave her husband and me to be with him."

An affair. Crazy to think that she was trying to get Marcus to marry when she herself was betraying her own marriage. "Do you know why she wanted you to marry so badly if she clearly wasn't into her own husband?"

"It was quite complicated, so it seems." His face lightened up a bit when I sat down on the bed right next to him. "I like to think she was just unhappy, but she didn't act that way in front of father. He did not treat her poorly at all. My room was next to theirs. Many couples did not share a room but they did. They never argued. Father tried to lure me into marriage for a chance at 'a love like ours'. Even if I didn't want it I believed it.

"I thought I knew the two of them. When I woke up and realized I was seeing lines of red and green, I realized that my father loved my mother, but she did not love him. It was quite tragic and turned me off from romance for a long time," Marcus explained morosely.

Yet he had found love for a thousand years. "When did you meet Aro?"

"Three centuries after I turned. He and Didyme were passing through my territory and I confronted them. He attempted to fight me and lost. Didyme convinced me to let them live there and we became friends. He was furious when he found out we were involved." I could imagine how angry he was, face scrunched up and all. Giving that little stop of his feet and crossing of his arms. How anyone found him formidable was beyond me. "Those times were difficult compared to now."

"We are in the middle of a war," I reminded him, "and my evil ex-boyfriend is trying to kill me."

Modern times had their own problems for vampires. The threat of the camera is growing, social media creates stalkers and conspiracies that grow far and wide, and it is becoming harder to fake birth certificates and passports. I can see vampires having to actually infiltrate industries to change things, or at least find someone with the power of influence to change the minds of people who may have an issue with the changes in the system. Unnatural changes used to lead to forks and pitchforks, now humans have bombs and missiles. The issue of secrecy is more of an issue now than it has ever been. At least vampires are now used to being in the shadows.

The war is only one of many, I can feel it. They would have to uphold their authority more and more. Humans now enjoyed democracy and those ideas would spread into the vampire population unless the Volturi proved themselves time and time again. Democracy is amazing for humans who have a shorter lifespan, but with vampires, it would lead to absolute disaster. Politics were bad enough with monarchy, I can only imagine how bad they'd be if they were able to kick people off of their seats of power through an election. There aren't enough vampires for it to work correctly.

"You forget that covens used to be at each other's throats and Newborns were often made simply to be soldiers and would be killed if they didn't have any powers. I think that battling with your evil ex-boyfriend who is cruel and disgusting is much better than having to watch that happen with no recourse," Marcus chided with no real malice. "I have been talking for a while."

"You have," I agreed.

"You are bored of me talking, aren't you?"

He looked so funny on the bed like he was, talking while looking up at the ceiling with little to do. Marcus has always been so quiet. Very background, making sure everything is alright before coming up. Unless there is something he is worried about, he doesn't tend to say anything, and even then, he sometimes has to be pushed. I wanted to hear everything he had to say, not say, and in-between. We hadn't gotten any chances before, where Caius or Aro couldn't interrupt with their questions or their small dramas.

"I am stuck with you for three weeks and you're talking more than you ever do, I am not going to jinx it."

"Old habits die hard. I didn't speak for fifty years once," I braced a hand on Marcus' chest to see how he would react as he spoke, "Aro was pissed, Caius even more so. We had an open forum and Stefan tried to fight me on some old law I wrote and I just didn't reply to him. Nearly caused a war."

"Uh-huh."

"I swear that I am working on it. Aro and Caius have done a good job of enabling me for nearly three thousand years. Aro the most. He did the paperwork when I didn't. Now you do the paperwork and I am merely... putting up the papers that you make. I must do something. Make something of myself again."

With just the right amount of casualty I found myself lifting up from where I'd been sitting and plopping myself down on my boyfriend's waist with a little laugh. "Of course."

"You're not-" Marcus stopped talking for a moment when I put a hand on my cheek, "-listening to a word I'm saying, are you?"

"Not a single word," I agreed and peered down at the man pinned under me. Completely hopeless, really. "You look amazing down there, baby."

Immediately I felt him harden from underneath and knew I found a small weakness perfect for exploitation. Caius needed a challenge, Aro liked to be romantic, but Marcus had always been a bit of a mystery. Quiet, kind, and often overlooked but always peacefully by my side. He wanted praise. I could give him that.

"I haven't..." Marcus trailed off as I began to take off the plain grey tee I'd been wearing, "...done this in a very long time. I don't know what you like."

"Well, I like you, so I think you'll be great."

Carefully lifting myself up, I slowly unbuttoned the blue dress shirt, noticing every hitch in Marcus' breathing as I took my time with him. It would always be like this, teasing and slow, even if my strength could rip his clothes clean off. Marcus needed guidance and care rather than a brutal hand, understanding tinged with lust.

He let me do as I pleased, eyes dark and waiting for whatever was to come. I liked that too, the patience, of which neither of his brothers had much of. Marcus let me kiss his chest tenderly, only rolling his hips up into me as a response.

I reveled in the rhythm, kissing his chest in a path downwards, my hands softly caressing his waist as I moved. The lower I moved, the more his breath hitched, until I made my way to his waistband. A low, desperate sound escaped, far too quiet for my liking.

Too long I stayed there, playing around with the waistband of his expensive pants, knowing all too well that he was straining against them. Every time he thought that I was going to pull them off, I moved, slowly turning him into a trembling mess, his head fully down against the pillows.

"You're so quiet," I murmured against his stomach, giving him another kiss as I trailed his waistband, finally slipping his belt off and slipping my hand just underneath-

"Please," he softly begged, his hands gripping the soft fabric of the bedsheets.

"You're so sensitive," I teased, my voice only a whisper. There was so much more I could do that would be so much worse. He shuddered, hands beginning to move until I quickly moved to push them back down. "Stay there."

"Sadist," Marcus groaned as I finally began to slip his pants down, finally revealing the tent in his underwear. "Do I get anything?"

"The complaint that comes too soon," I scoff as I rip his underwear off. "I'm sure that you won't make that mistake again."

"What-"

His confusion was cut off by the sound of my pants and thong being ripped right off my body, the pair of destroyed items being flung into the corner of the room never to be seen again. My bra, which was worth more and had never done me any wrong, was carefully unclipped as I scooted myself up his waist to where his head stayed on a soft, silky pillow. His breathing stopped for a moment before he gripped my hips and lifted me up with urgency.

I moaned as his mouth met my clit, a burning pleasure beginning to build in my abdomen. Instantly I was at his mercy, my knees buckling as I relied on him to hold me up by one of his arms. My body shook as I braced myself on the headboard, feeling the cold wood against my forehead. Desire and desperation fueled me as I tried to hold back the small whines that left my lips.

Every so often Marcus would get his payback, his tongue travelling away from my clit in a clear attempt to frustrate me like I had him. Every time he left I could feel the coil begin to unravel, only to have him come back and coil it further. His hand on my hip wouldn't let me move, keeping me longing for whatever pleasure his tongue could give me. I tried to straighten my back to no avail, his free hand would caress the small of my back, bringing me closer to release.

My body almost doubled over as he began to suck. A slow, torturous motion that had me clutching desperately at the head board. I couldn't hold back my whines as my face pushed against wood and Marcus finally stole back his free arm to keep me fully in place. No escape from his mouth and the hot pressure building up in my gut.

"Don't stop," I begged, words barely decipherable between moans. Whyever he had thought that he was rusty, I couldn't figure out. Fool. He was a vampire and his tongue was not rusty. In perfect condition. Fucking delectable.

I felt the bond between us tug, pulling me so close that I felt blinded. Surely, it had been there before, but it didn't feel so complete or wholly unescapable. My mind couldn't peer into his, his wonders were not my own, I could not so clearly feel his presence around the castle as I could under me at that very moment. Every sense was on fire as I felt it, strong and taut, beginning to solidify into a mass inside my chest. For the first time I was whole. His and mine were the final bond to fully form. Nothing could have possibly felt quite like it. The calmness below, tinged with the clear fiery lust of our situation.

My eyes burned with venom as I felt pleasure encompass me as I came hard, biting my tongue to stifle the shout ready to break free from my body. Marcus' hands gripped firmer as I thrashed, riding out my orgasm with little reprieve from his mouth.

"Fuck," I cursed, realizing that Marcus was not done with me, "Fuck, Marcus."

Pleasure twinged with pain shot through me. I was completely at his mercy, my hips forced into place with his strong arms, my legs spread apart. My legs began to shake again, heat rising in my abdomen and chest as my second orgasm hit. For the next few moments I tried to regain my composure, to no avail. No matter how I willed them, my legs shook with the intensity of my pleasure, and I was sure that nothing more could possibly be done without pain.

With complete care, Marcus, who I'd nearly forgotten had just done this to me and was under me, moved me to the other side of the bed where, upon the removal of his hands, I plopped down with a breathless sigh.

"I can't believe you fucked me like that," I said with a half-hearted attempt to flip myself over. "You fucked me like your life depended on it. You fucked me and I didn't even get to fuck you back."

"You fucked me first," Marcus teased, his figure now looming over me. "You made enough noise that it doesn't matter."

"What- Oh."

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THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG FML I CAN'T WRITE THIS LIKE I USED TO Y'ALL. Anyways hope you enjoyed this it's been so long since Marcus has gotten any. RIP River's no-no square, I know that just had to have been rough.