Somewhere In Between

Title: Somewhere In Between
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy, "Fate" storyline
Pairing: North/Victor
Warnings (this chapter): Slash, M/M, Language, Vampire Sex, Werewolf sex, Anal, Rimming
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Status: Complete
Story Notes: This story contains characters that were first introduced in "Fate". However, it is not really necessary to have read "Fate" to understand this story. In fact, you may like Victor better if you haven't read "Fate". As for those of you who have read "Fate"? No, Shayne and Lexi will not be showing up in this fic. Maybe in later stories (Victor has a long back story), but not this one. Also, I have a general outline for this story, but everything isn't set in stone yet. Just like with "Perceived Perceptions", I'm sure that some things will not go as planned. So, the warning lable above is just a general guide, I really don't know for sure where this fic will go. Just a warning, if you're squicky about some stuff (don't worry, there won't be beastiality or scat or anything too extreme) then read the warnings at the start of each chapter. However, I know from experiance, that most of my regular readers can handle anything that I throw at them, so I'm not too worried about any of you. Either way, I hope you enjoy the fic...

Chapter Notes: Well, I promised you a lemon before I left for Vegas, so here it is. The boys weren't behaving themselves, so this didn't turn out exactly as planned, but I hope you all like it none the less. It also turned out way longer than expected (more than 1000 words longer than the other chapters). This was a little hard for me to write because I've never written a lemon for two guys who are just friends out for a good time. No romance, no hatred either, just fun, fun, fun! Let me know what you think.

I'll be gone for about a month, if everything goes as planned. I'll keep writing new chapters while I'm getting settled, so please stay with me and keep an eye out for updates.

Later!

Somewhere In Between

Chapter Eight: A First Time For Everything

Victor had trailed behind, allowing North to go on ahead without him, hopping against hope that Sorrel had something to say to him. That she was going to apologize and explain everything, answer each and every one of Victor's questions, and put things right between them. Whatever it was, it couldn't be worth all of this hassle. Unfortunately, Victor was proven wrong as Sorrel sneered at the werewolf while he walked past. Then, turning the look on Victor, she let her disapproval be known and then turned on her heal and once again disappeared inside.

Victor had then retreated to his rooms for a few minutes to change his shirt and clear his head, but the thought of North waiting for him did nothing to help either his mental or physical states, and so he had soon found himself standing outside of the other man's room with barely controlled anticipation thrumming through his veins. He raised his hand to knock, but a strong voice from within paused him midmovement.

"It's unlocked."

True enough, Victor found the door unbarred, and he entered without further ado. The sight that met his dark eyes upon entering made him stop dead in his tracks, and he stood stock still once again. The room was not exactly what he had expected. Somehow, with North's often wild and carefree personality Victor had expected something far less... tidy. Controlled. Everything seemed to have a place, and everything was in it's place. There were ceremonial daggers and gleaming swords mounted and displayed on the walls, and tapestries depicting the pack on a hunt took up one entire side of the room. Heavy metal torches were positioned around the room, each filled with what seemed like dozens of candles, so that the entire room was illuminated by an inviting golden light. There was a heavy oaken desk with what looked like a still opened journal on it, a bookshelf full of texts on war and strategy, although the few tomes of poetry that Victor recognized were somewhat of a shock, and a comfortable looking overstuffed dark green chair and footstool near the huge fireplace. None of this, however, was what had captured Victor's attention so thoroughly. No, it was the vision that awaited him on the large, wooden framed bed that held his attention like a deer frozen in the hunter's sights.

North lay in an easy sprawl across the crisp linen sheets, his body resting back against his forearms, his shaggy golden brown mass of hair falling in waves around his bare shoulders. A lazy smile graced his lips, a dark glitter in his eyes as he watched Victor's own eyes roam his mostly unclothed body. North wore nothing but a pair of skin tight black leather pants, the fabric hugging every curve of his lean, muscled legs, the button at the top tantalizingly open to reveal even more of the lycanthrope's toned body. His skin practically glowed in the reflected light of the candles, each muscled ridge and bulge accentuated by the flickering golden flames, his flesh unbelievably tanned despite the lack of any sunlight. It always amazed Victor that North could look sunkissed in their eternally moonlit realm, but at that very moment he could have cared less about how the werewolf achieved that seemingly impossible attribute. It was something to be questioned at another time. Right now, all that Victor wanted was to touch and taste that golden skin.

Then he spoke.

"Certainly took you long enough."

Victor didn't have an answer to that, caught up as he had been by the sight of the bronzed god laid out before him like a feast on the high holy days. Now he was brought back to reality by the other man's words. Had it been too much to hope for that North would behave himself for one night? That he would stop his constant teasing and taunting for just this brief period in time so that they could enjoy each other without reservation? The answer to that should have been obvious, Victor reminded himself, from the moment that he had seen the telltale sparkle in his fellow immortal's eyes.

"Well, don't go getting shy on me now." North teased, watching Victor glare at him from across the room, smiling in spite of the fact that he may well have run off the other man before they had even truly begun. However, North was confident that Victor would come back to him even if he did end up storming out. Eventually, anyway.

"I am not shy." Victor replied, fully aware of just how childish the statement sounded even as the words left his mouth.

"Really? Then why are you still all the way over there?" North dared the other man to make a move. "I can assure you that it'll be much more fun if both of us are on the bed."

"Well, excuse me if I do not come running to you like some bitch in heat." Victor retorted, raising his chin haughtily to glare at North. If the other man thought that he was going to be an easy conquest then he had another thing coming. "You really are much more of a fool than I had thought you to be if you believe that is ever going to happen."

North just laughed and patted the empty space beside him. For all his bravado, Victor was inexperienced, his body still hot and hard from his earlier feed, the blood he had taken having awakened his passions for the first time in his young life. The slight bulge that still stretched the taunt fabric at the front of his trousers was evidence of the fact that he could not, despite what he may want North to believe, hold out forever. North, on the other hand, was confident that he could take the strain of waiting, no matter the fact that he longed for the handsome vampire more than he had for anyone in a very long while. He knew who would win out in the end.

"Does Sorrel know you're here?" North asked, seemingly out of nowhere. Unfortunately for Victor, he was too shocked to take notice of the calculating glint in the other man's eyes. North had known that he would be.

"What in the seven hells is that supposed to mean?"

"Well," North drawled, seemingly thinking over his response with great care, "I was just wondering if maybe you were a bit hesitant because you're worried about that look that Sorrel gave me earlier. She obviously wouldn't approve if she knew that you were here with me."

"She is not my mother." Victor answered automatically. His anger over Sorrel's earlier treatment of him sprang back to life, and it fueled his response as he finally moved towards the bed. "I am an adult, and I can damn well do as I please, regardless of what she thinks of my choices."

"That's the spirit." North said under his breath as Victor reached his side, planting a hand firmly on the bed and leaning over his prone body, bringing their lips into contact for the first time. The young hybrid-vampire may have been inexperienced in many ways, but this was obviously not one of them, North thought as his mouth was taken in a bruising kiss that stole the breath from his lungs and made his body tingle with heat and anticipation. He made a mental note to thank Caspian later for all of the effort that he had most certainly put into teaching Victor this particular skill.

North allowed the kiss to stretch on, letting Victor have control for the time being, until he felt the other man shift his weight and begin to crawl onto the bed. From the way that the vampire positioned himself above him it was evident that Victor expected to take the dominant role. With a smirk and a well timed push to the chest North made it clear just how wrong his young companion was.

Victor was startled to find himself suddenly laying flat on his back against the smoothness of the sheets, a playfully laughing werewolf staring at him from above as his hips were straddled by the larger man. His eyes must have shown his surprise, because North spoke to him after a moment as though he had voiced his shock out loud.

"What? You didn't really think that I was going to let you be on top, did you?" North teased. "I know you're used to being the dominant, what with your pretty little shadow always letting you have your way and all, but if you think it'll be the same with me then you've got another thing-"

"Why in the hell do you, and everyone else for that matter, always assume that Cas and I have been fucking each other senseless for most of our lives?" Victor huffed, his exasperation attempting to hide his nervousness and excitement.

"I don't know about everyone else..." North pondered, not really paying complete attention to Victor's words as he began to explore his body, one hand moving to brace himself above the vampire's head while the other began to travel slowly up and under his shirt and across his smooth abdomen and on to his chest. "But I distinctly remember a time when you couldn't have been more than fourteen and I walked in on you and Caspian..." The glare that was currently being directed at him told North that it would be best not to continue his story, and since he didn't want to anger the other man too much, he abandoned his teasing in favor of raking his nails down Victor's flesh, retracing the path that his hand had just traveled. The gasp of pleasure-pain that this elicited told North that this had been the smartest course of action. "You're right, there really is no need to talk about other men when there are so many more entertaining things to occupy our time with."

Before Victor could agree or disagree he found himself in the center of a flurry of activity, his soon-to-be lover working quickly at shedding their clothes and revealing every inch of their bodies to each other's hungry eyes. Victor wasn't at all surprised to see that North was not making any attempts at finesse, that he chose to do this with his typical sense of abandon, and it brought a smile to the vampire's face even as he watched the other man through a curtain of recently disheveled black locks. He wouldn't have wanted North any other way.

It wasn't long before both men sat naked, panting lightly, eyes aglow as they assessed each other from mere inches away. There was a controlled, almost calculating expression in North's gold-black eyes as he watched his younger lover, as though he was planning something wicked, but it was Victor who moved first. The werewolf allowed this as Victor's fingers reached out to trail lightly across the deep scars left from old wounds that crisscrossed his chest and abdomen, tracing each pale line where it disrupted the otherwise flawless skin, watching as the tightly coiled muscles beneath jumped and shuddered at each teasing, feather-light touch.

"You know, you never have told me where these came from." Victor spoke into the silence of the room, his voice a mere hush compared to his normal tone. Somehow, speaking any louder suddenly seemed inappropriate in the heated closeness that they had created together, the veil of passion that they had wrapped themselves in. "I remember seeing them as a child and wondering how anything could wound such a proud warrior like you. You always seemed invincible to me back then."

"And now?" North asked, his voice nothing more than a low purr as Victor's fingers traced a pattern ever lower across his abdomen and down onto the curve of his hip.

Victor didn't respond, instead leaning down to run the tip of his tongue across one of the most prominent scars, his raven black eyes cast upward to watch his lover's reaction through a fringe of dark lashes. North tasted of salt and musk, an almost earthy flavor that somehow seemed entirely fitting for the wolf who's body he was exploring. It was something that he could gladly get used to. The rumbling moan that he felt more than heard told him that North did not mind his exploration either.

The talented tongue tracing patterns across his flesh told North that Victor was indeed not entirely ignorant as to how to play a man's body, and for a moment he considered just letting the younger immortal have his way and continue on as he was. He was more than certain that Victor could make his submission more than worth his while. The beast within him, however, would have none of that. His wolf demanded that he show the younger, more inexperienced male just who was in charge. It insisted that he slake his needs within the warm body beneath him, and that he not allow the other man to think that he had so much as a chance of dominating them. It was a demand that North did not mind giving in to in the least.

With a low, rumbling growl North wrenched Victor's mouth away from his stomach by his hair, pulling him up to take his lips in a brutal kiss. At first Victor tensed, his instincts causing him to struggle and push against the hard chest before him, but North yanked even harder at the mass of black locks that he held in his strong hand and Victor gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. When North plunged forward, using tongue and teeth to devour his lover, Victor melted beneath the onslaught of passion and eventually submitted to the werewolf's demands with a whimpering groan that in any other circumstance would have been completely unlike him. However, with North crushing him to his hard body, the other man's fangs grazing his lips, his hands insistent as they lay claim to every inch of his skin, it felt right.

When finally they broke apart for air, both men panting heavily as they clung to each other with sweat soaked limbs, Victor saw the ever present smirk returning to North's flushed face. With a snarl that signaled both victory and need Victor was spun around and forced onto his hands and knees, a strong arm reaching around his body to pull his hips up even higher, a restraining hand planted firmly in the middle of his shoulders when he attempted to rise. He would have protested were it not for the sudden feeling of something warm and wet teasing across the cheeks of his ass, dipping into the crevice between them before disappearing briefly, only to return to trace sticky patterns along his skin. When he felt the unmistakable feeling of sharp teeth closing over his muscled flesh he knew just what was happening and it caused a gasp to escape his parted lips.

Victor bit his lip in an attempt to stifle any further outbursts, a last attempt at control, but as North slid his tongue into Victor's previously virgin entrance for the first time the vampire couldn't hold in the moan that slipped past his lips, the sound vaguely resembling his lover's name as it tumbled from his mouth. When North started thrusting his tongue past the puckered opening in an imitation of what was to come all hopes of retaining his dignity were lost, and Victor ceased to struggle and began to groan and writhe in earnest.

North alternated between teasing licks and deep thrusts, delighting in the way that his actions had already caused his young lover to come undone. He understood that control played a part in all of their lives, perhaps Victor's more than most, but he wanted to show the inexperienced man that this was neither the time nor the place for such restrictions. This was the time to let loose and revel in the pleasures that they had to offer to each other. It was a lesson that he was sure that Victor would thank him for later.

"North." The lycanthrope thought that Victor might have been calling his name for some time now, but he wasn't entirely certain. Not that it really mattered. After all, Victor knew well that teasing and tormenting him was one of North's favorite past times, so why should that change now that they were in bed together? "North, stop... please."

"Can't take anymore, huh?" North answered knowingly as he lapped at Victor's quivering entrance one last time, the broad stroke of his tongue causing Victor to buck his hips and groan in a mixture of annoyance and desire. Victor loved the feeling of the wet, hot muscle teasing his tight pucker, but he knew that he wanted something much more substantial spearing him open. And he wanted it now. "So impatient."

"Fuck you." Victor grumbled. He would have said more, but his words turned to a yip of surprise as he felt a large hand smack him unceremoniously on the ass, followed by the rumbling of an overly pleased laugh that he knew all too well.

"I think you've got that backwards, Vampire."

Victor wasn't allowed a response as he felt the blunt head of what he knew must surely be North's cock pressing insistently against his recently moistened entrance. Before he could brace himself, before he could even take another breath, that huge arousal was being pushed into him with a smooth yet forceful thrust. Victor opened his mouth in a soundless scream as he was split in two, his hands clawing at the sheets beneath him, his dark eyes wide and unseeing.

North stilled above Victor once he was entirely sheathed in the other man's scalding heat, holding his place despite the desire to pound into the fresh young body beneath him with abandon, and he forced a hand that shook slightly to reach down and rub a soothing circle across the small of his lover's back. The dark haired beauty was unbelievably tight, and it took all of his many centuries of carefully cultivated control to hold still and give Victor time to adjust. He could not remember taking on a more difficult task in a good many years.

Through the haze of pain that had taken over his mind Victor began to once again feel the first hints of pleasure in the fullness that his body now felt. It was an uncomfortable feeling, strange and unfamiliar, but the feeling had not lessened his own arousal in the least. His own body twitched and seized around the flesh that filled him, the sensation growing oddly pleasurable as he felt North trembling while he held himself aloft, his breath moist and his voice needy as he panted against Victor's neck. He was hot. Almost uncomfortably so. Not the familiar chill of a vampire, nor even the warmth of a human, but hot in a way that only a lycanthrope could be. Perhaps it was the fierceness of their souls, their fiery zest for life, bleeding out through their skins. Victor wasn't sure, but he knew now that there was no touch quite like that of a werewolf. And he wanted more.

"Damn it, North, move already!" Victor grit out through clenched teeth. "I am not made of glass, I won't break... I'm not a damn-"

"Delicate, blushing, inexperienced virgin to be treated with care and tenderness?" North mocked, punctuating his words with shallow thrusts that had Victor panting and groaning in a matter of seconds. "Whatever you say."

"Yesss." Victor hissed as North rocked against him with ever increasing intensity, the other man's cock sliding against his delicate insides, massaging them in a way that he had never before experienced. It still hurt a little, yes, but it also felt incredible. He was stretched to capacity, full in ways that he hadn't known that he craved, and he never wanted it to stop. Unfortunately, his inexperienced body could only take so much, and Victor felt his climax approaching with each of North's harsh thrusts.

"Glad to see you're enjoying this as much as I am." North teased, although the effect was lessened by the breathless, barely controlled tone of his voice. Experienced or not, North wasn't going to last long either. "...So fucking tight."

They both tried to hold out for as long as possible, but when a particularly well placed snap of his hips sent the blunt head of North's arousal slamming against a place within Victor that made the younger man see stars, all hope of lasting any longer was lost. When North managed to hit the perfect spot for a second time, and then a third, Victor came with a scream that he wouldn't have expected himself capable of. It just wasn't a sound that he would normally make. The situation, however, made it seem more than appropriate. His vision went white, his body seized up, and his cock exploded with stream after stream of hot, sticky semen. He coated the sheets and his own chest, screaming all the while, thrusting back hard to meet each of North's now erratic movements.

The sight of Victor coming undone, his voice going hoarse from howling and his body tightening around him, made it unbearable for North and he too was forced over the edge and into oblivion. He came with a roar, pulling Victor's hips flush against his body with one last, powerful thrust as he emptied his essence into the younger man. It was like being trapped in the glories of the Crystal Fields and the fires of the Seven Hells all at once, and it was utterly, completely, and mindblowingly perfect.

When they had ridden their orgasms to completion both North and Victor collapsed in a tangled mass of sweaty limbs, seemingly boneless as they fell onto the rumpled sheets. They lay panting and saited, a warm and comforting haze surrounding them, as they floated in a sea of exhausted bliss. Neither man felt any need to speak, and instead they simply lay together, completely at ease for the moment.

In time they both succumbed to sleep, matching smiles on their kiss bruised lips, their bodies still entangled in a contented embrace.

TBC ...

Review Responses:

Moonstar:
AH! You absolutely cannot leave my like that! Not like that!! -fidgets in chair looking terribly uncomfortable- -growls- Now,now,now,now,now...post more now! -cry- Please? Ooooh, it was so pretty though! I like North more and more everytime I meet him. In fact...I think I'm falling in love. You need a story with North. Just North. North and his fantastic rough-and-tumble bad-ass bishi-ness to the extreme! -rolls on floor in fits of maniacal laughter- -gains control with slight cough- -Ahem- ANYway...rawr. I want to eat this chapter. Tis delicious. And I know the next chapter will be even better! Whahaha!

Sorry, hope the lemony goodness in this chapter made up for your displeasure? And hopefully you still like North? He can be a bit of a prick sometimes, but I can't help but love him too. I'm thinking that I may even give him a North/Victor/Blaine threesome once I get him caught up to the present *LOL* Would you like that? He'll probably get his own story after that.

Oi, and I you speak of a Sorrel/Tamara lemon. -quirks eyebrow- I must admit, though I have occasionally prodded around in the subject, I don't believe I've even once read a very decent F/F smut scene. You, though, can write...so it could definitely prove to be an interesting experience. Still, I'm looking forward terribly much to the next chapter...this one was most certainly altogether too short. You hopeless tease! I'd punish you...but internet floggings just don't present the same results as real ones.....plus, you gave me a cookie. -stares at hungrily in avid fascination for a few moments, then gobbles- -dots lips nealty in British fashion after devouring the treat like a wild boar- You're forgiven...for now...but only because you must survive to produce the next lemon! Whahaha!

I'm still not 100% sure about the Sorrel/Tamara lemon (I've never done yuri before), but I am certain that they're lovers. So, who knows.

Ok, I'm done ranting now. Really. Loved the chapter. My heart goes out to you. Looking forward to more! ^^ Ah! And you're leaving me after the next chapter...T_T -sigh- Oh well...at least I'll be missed...and you'll be missed! Though I will get smut... -drools- -cough- -Ahem- ANYway...g'day to ya, mate! And happy hunting in the wilds of Africa.........or wherever the heck you'll be going when you leave me behind. -pout-

-Moonstar

Don't worry, I won't be gone for long. Promise. I'm moving to Las Vegas, NV, and I don't expect that I'll have much free time to post for the next month even if I do have internet access. Sorry. I'll be back though. Really, I will!

P.S. - I'll send you an imaginary post card from my imaginary trip to Africa *LOL*

golden_flame4:
heh... nice one. XD always waiting for more :D keep up the good work!

Thanks. Hope you liked the newest chapter too ^-^