Summary: One sided love couldn't be so bad right? That is what you thought till you found yourself being used.

Warning(s): insane Marcus, mentions of death, vaginal sex, oral sex (received by female), angst, toxicity and betrayal.

Since you met him, it was as if your heart was captured by him. Marcus, himself. Every moment you tried to spend with him seemed oddly pathetic of you due to how much you yearned for him yet every attempt seemed to be futile. His eyes were never on you but always on Didyme. The perfect beautiful sister she happened to be. And thus, you were overshadowed.

Making no attempts to woo him afterwards as your pride was at risk. What kind of a woman would go after her sister's husband? None but a homewrecker. Therefore, you put a stone in your heart. And it was never removed by anyone. Centuries passed but no one could make you feel that way as you had once felt about Marcus.

To see him with Didyme all the time, smiling at each other, staring deep in each other's eyes. It all made you fume internally but suffering was all you had known. He was smitten by her. And it bothered you. He even stopped joining the important councils for the necessary ruling as a member of Volturi. He grew weak. Aro, the eldest of the three of you siblings, seemed particularly bothered by that.

As if the Gods heard you, the attack made by the Romanian Coven had reduced Didyme into ashes. How pitiful, you thought as the alleged members were executed. To think you weren't even upset about losing your sister. She always took everything you wanted after all. How could you feel bad for her?

But her husband - no, he is no longer her husband.

With that, you began to woo him once more. Wearing every kind of richly woven dress with the most provocative details. Everyone seemed to notice how desperate you had become of him. Though, he paid no attention to you. And it felt as if a werewolf dug its venom deep in your bones.

You tried everything. Heated stares, ignorance to his existence, desperate looks, glaring to everything. Needless to say, you were getting tired. He was too mournful of Didyme to even notice you. Or that is what you thought. And thus, you stopped once more.

You were walking around in the study wearing that velvet white robe of yours with only a thin white shift beneath that. Reading the book in your hand. It was a good read of Egyptian culture. It was truly fascinating to learn more.

"You have not visited me in a while." The voice shrill your attention away from the pages. You turned around to face him. His hair reaching down his shoulders, eyes somewhat sunken and crimson. The doublet he wore was generously providing you a view of his tall figure.

Thickly swallowing, you answered. "I did not think you would bother to notice," Putting down your book, you circled around him. "What might you be in need for, Marcus?" You asked him.

He did not respond but rather stilled there. His eyes looked around with guilt. "I did not want you to feel saddened by my behavior. She was all I had... And I have not been very respectful to you due to my present state," He tried to explain. His gaze finally met yours, "Forgiveness is what I seek from you."

And you felt warmth spread to your chest. How could you deny him? All you wanted for him was to seek you just for yourself. Not wasting a minute, you approached him closer. "I am not affected by the indifference that you display, Marcus. But it does hurt that all you thought was of Didyme. Perhaps, you loved her. But what crime is it that I have committed? For you to ignore me? In the favor of her?" You just wanted him. At this point, it didn't matter anymore in what way.

Marcus was certainly no fool. He stared deep in your eyes with a solemn look. "It was no intention of mine to oust you from my interactions. I was... enamored by your sister." He spoke, looking down at his hand, twisting around the wedding band that he still wore. It was out of limit for you to tolerate any words about her.

"Look at me, Marcus," You whispered. Your hand reached to cup his face. Touching him always this way didn't seem like a bad idea at all. "She was not the only thing you had. You still have me. Can you not feel it?" You asked him. A question laced with desperation.

He only remained silent. As you sighed and were about to back off, anticipating another rejection from him. To your surprise, he grabbed you by the arm and his arm slipped around your waist. He leaned down, forehead pressed against yours. "Say it again." A command uttered so softly. It had heat pooling in between your thighs given the proximity as well.

"You have me...so please." You begged. Palms pressed against his chest, wanting to feel him.

He nodded and his lips brushed against yours. "I have you." He vowed. You could never see heaven but his lips surely sent you to one. He squeezed your hips before lifting you up in his arms as his tongue traced the seam of your lips coaxing an entry. And you moaned as his fingers tilted off the white robe from your shoulders undoing the lace and caressed away your bare skin that was exposed from the shift, letting it pool beneath your back where you laid upon the bed. His tall frame towered over your body. Allowing his mouth to envelope yours in a hungry kiss.

You gently cried out once his mouth left yours and began to suck marks over the skin of your neck, letting your fingers hold his raven hair in an iron grip. Your core clenched around nothing but air when he licked this specific spot in your neck. "Marcus, please take me." You whispered.

He ran his hands over your body, along the curves that were so obvious from the tight fabric of your shift. He lifted up his head and whispered, "Let me take care of you."

And your mouth met his again, devouring each other. He gripped on your hips parting them as they met with his own. The friction was terribly delicious. Your hips greedily snapped into motion taking in everything he has to offer. The movement of your hips were like waves of push and pull that had you aching for more.

"Marcus-" You murmured as he finally moved away from your mouth. His fingers easily ripping off the delicate shift you were wearing, exposing your breasts to the air. His mouth dipping down, sucking hickeys over the skin around your nipples and your torso. Sighing in pleasure, you allowed him to take control. He left one final kiss near your midriff before dropping to his knees, parting your thighs properly. His hands hooked around them as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. His long nose brushed against your clothed clit as you yelped helplessly.

He placed soft kisses over your small clothes that conceal your dripping heat as you gripped on the bed sheets. "You fit the very image of an angel in white clothings." He murmured. Only his praises could have you this shy. "Lift up your hips for me."

And you obeyed. His fingers slipping off the tattered shift from your body. His expert fingers found your clit, pushing your legs up eyeing your glistening cunt. He seemed pleased with that. You wanted to tell him something but he licked a line straight up your heat causing you to cry out. He continued to lap away your pleasure and placed hot kisses there while you gripped on his black hair and the bed sheets simultaneously.

After having your release which he enjoyed away. You sat up to pleasure him as well, something you have wanted to do as long as you could remember but he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder pushing you down. "No, I need you..." He said slowly and you couldn't help but smile. He finally wanted you.

"I need you more, Marcus." You confessed to him. After all, you had so much to say.

But he really was an animal deep down. He wasted no time after hearing your plea, parting your legs as he rid himself of his clothings. You eyed up his body with admiration, he definitely worked hard in his youth. He stroked his rigid member before pushing himself instead of you. Allowing himself to thrust right away. Cries of pleasure and discomfort radiated off you. Something you wished to tell him was that you never did this before but held back, you wanted him to be your first after all.

His grunts echoed throughout the study as he gripped on your throat that had you tense for a while but you watched him with half-lidded eyes. Ravenous black strands framed his face so perfectly. His focus on your bouncing teats. He moaned quietly before burying his face to your neck. You allowed your palms to explore his back muscles, closing your eyes feeling united to him.

"Didyme..." Another moan called but it was not your name. He kept on thrusting while your eyes watched up the ceiling blankly. And no amount of his movements could make you feel anything after that. You felt mocked at. Didyme might've died but she lived through your nightmares and his desires. Even when he was inside you. Another thrust bullied to the depth of your core as he released himself. He pressed a gentle kiss on your shoulder before pulling out as he laid himself on the bed.

Though, you couldn't remain at that spot anymore. Putting on your white velvet robe with a straight face on, you sat up and departed from there leaving Marcus all confused. You had him on your bed though, you could never really have him truly. That realization sunk in as you went inside your bedchambers locking yourself in. It was an ill fate after all to which you found yourself a victim of. His seed trickled down your thighs and it only served as a reminder for you, he made love to you imagining Didyme to be your place whom he wanted and that you would never be Didyme.

And it was the end of your unrequited love for him.

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next one-shot is of Alec! (:
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