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My name is Dimitri Anslow. I’m a warrior for my race and I’m in love with the best warrior in our camp, probably the world. His name is Alexander. Just Alexander, no last name. He’s that badass and ancient he doesn’t even have one. Alexander was born when people, vampires and humans that is, didn’t have surnames. Instead you were known by your first name and son-of-your-father. And it’s such a strong, virile name that it says enough when people look at him that he doesn’t even need a last name.

Alexander’s origins are about as mysterious as the human icon Zorro’s are. Everyone knows he is a legend, but it’s almost taboo to ask anything more. Mostly because no one is stupid enough to risk offending or upsetting him by questioning where he came from. The thick Russian accent gives away his nationality at least, but that is about it. Plus, the accent always turns me into horny goo.

When I first saw him over fifty years ago, it was lust at first sight. I know, it’s supposed to be love at first sight. But I don’t believe you can love someone without getting to know them first.

I was brought to the warrior camp when I was twenty-four, a year before my transition. I was the middle child—granted I was the middle of seven—and the only warrior born to the family. That in itself was extremely odd since there isn’t even any hint of warrior lineage in my family. It’s not all that hard to determine at birth if a vampire will grow to be a warrior or not.

First, we’re born early. I popped out of my mother after seven months, not the normal nine. Also, I was a large baby. My mother reminded me of this quite often, almost to the point of my feeling the need to apologize for it constantly. And I did. From the way she described her labor with me I was always shocked she had any more children after me.

It’s common practice for people who are born of warrior blood to be taken to a camp. The warriors help train and prepare us for not only our transition, but also life after it. But none of that is really important, only Alexander.

My parents had just turned me over to the warrior in charge of the camp when I first saw him. To use words like stunning, gorgeous, hot, beautiful… Well, they aren’t enough to accurately describe Alexander. He’s a god. I bet if Zeus were real he would be jealous of the way Alexander looked.

At six foot three, and with two hundred forty-five pounds of solid muscle and strength, what else could he possibly be? Not to mention his glorious jet black hair that curls just around his shoulders if he doesn’t have it pulled back. But nothing compares to his hypnotic sapphire-blue eyes. Alexander doesn’t smile much or even show emotion at all, but I’ve learned his eyes say everything in his heart without a word. Even more alluring is how his eyes turn silver when he’s pissed off or about to fight.

For decades I’ve kept far enough away from him to make sure he doesn’t know how I truly feel, but also close enough I can always watch him from a safe distance. Makes me sound like a stalker, but I can’t even help caring. That all changes today. Today, I will give myself to him.

The warrior camp isn’t like ancient warrior camps were, though there are still some of the old traditions. It’s more like a human military base, but it comes complete with battles for dominance as of old. A warrior can challenge another for several reasons. One being to show they are now stronger and willing to fight for a higher rank amongst us. Or it could just be an everyday argument that results in a challenge.

Whatever the reason is for one to occur, challenge fights are not like normal sparring, ever. It’s all about dominance and who is stronger, better. You can either take the challenge or yield. If someone yields they acknowledge their opponent as superior and higher in ranking than themselves. If a challenge is accepted the combatants fight until someone is defeated. The loser not only gives their rank to the winner, but their body as well.

To put it bluntly, the winner has the right to fuck the loser. It’s a part of the older traditions, showing the winner is not only the strongest and best, but also demeaning the loser in public, stripping them of their rank and dignity. It’s hard to hold onto any shred of pride when you lose a fight and immediately get fucked on your hands and knees in front of all the spectators.

Carefully, over the last decade I’ve challenged and fought my way up the ranks. I have yet to lose a single battle, but I also refuse to fuck someone in a crowd. The winner has the option of taking their prize in public or private. I always choose private and then let the loser off the hook so long as they swear by blood they will not tell a soul. It’s worked so far, no one seems to know that I’m still a virgin.

Today that changes. I challenged Alexander. Now that I have worked my way up the ranks and am second only to him I am able to do so. Do I have a chance in hell of winning? Fuck no. But that’s the point, I don’t want to win against him. I want to lose so I can finally be with him, even if it’s just one time.

* * * *

Alexander walked into the ring just moments before the fight was to begin, looking as calm and collected as ever. Even in the normal running shorts and sleeveless t-shirt we all wear he was stunning. He turned to me, and I tried not to swallow my tongue as he pulled his shirt off over his head. No one has abs like Alexander, or such a sculpted chest. I grasped my sword tighter to remind myself why we were here.

“I knew this day would come, Dimitri,” he said to me as he tossed the shirt off to the side, and gripped his sword.

“You did?” I asked looking into his eyes. Did he know all this time that I love him?

“Dimitri,” Alexander said, tilting his head to the side with a smirk on his face. The look on his face and tone in his voice made me feel as if he’d caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. “You have always been an apt student, training harder than any other warrior I have ever known. You’ve been fighting your way up the ranks at a remarkable rate. Of course I knew you would be challenging me soon.”

“You know I mean no disrespect, Alexander,” I said gently, wanting to touch him with every fiber of my being. And I had to say something so my relief that Alexander was unaware of the real reason I challenged him didn’t show on my face. “I will always feel that you are superior to me but I just have to know.”

“I understand, Dimitri,” he replied nodding with a smile. “I was standing in your shoes myself, once. A long time ago. You have to know if you have surpassed the teacher.”

I felt myself nodding, too afraid to speak.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to wipe the floor with you,” Alexander said laughing. I felt his laugh crawl over my body. It took everything I had not to shiver at the feel of it. Instead I turned around and leaned my sword against the post of the ring. I pulled my own shirt off, desperately trying to rein in my hormones. It was pretty much useless since just the sight of Alexander had my cock throbbing in my shorts.

“I’m ready,” I said, turning back to him after grabbing my sword.

We faced each other, the normal ten feet apart. With our swords in our right hands, we held them against our stomachs and chests at an angle so the top of the weapon hit our left shoulders. We both bowed ceremoniously, out of respect to each other and the fight to come. In a flash we were both in fighting stances, swords raised over head, elbows and knees slightly bent.

Alexander struck first and I met his attack with my sword. Swords meeting in battle don’t make the clanking noise sound engineers use in the movies. It’s almost like a very large tuning fork. Every time the swords hit there is that loud crashing sound but they each reverberate until they are hit again.

If I wasn’t concentrating so hard on not getting my ass handed to me I would have just stood there and watched Alexander in action. He was truly amazing. I never even had a chance to attack him, he always kept me on the defense. I blocked swing after swing of his sword, feeling the collision through my arms and shoulder. Alexander was so much stronger than anyone I had ever fought before. After only five minutes of our fight sweat was pouring from me and my body was screaming in agony.

Only once I was sure I had lasted longer than anyone I’d ever seen Alexander fight did I let him knock my sword out of my hands. Immediately I dropped down on my right knee with my head bent, signaling I acknowledged my loss. Seeing Alexander’s feet and sword come into view, I knew he was standing right in front of me.

“Leave us,” Alexander said loudly to the crowd. “I wish to claim my prize in private.”

I closed my eyes in relief at the fact he’d demanded privacy, as he always did before he fucked the man he bested. Kneeling there, waiting for the crowd to leave and Alexander to make his move, I shook with anticipation. The moment had finally come to be with him. But what he did next, I never imagined happening in a million years.

“Part of me is sad, Dimitri,” he said gently once we were alone, as he dropped his sword and knelt before me. He took my chin in his hand and raised it so I could look into his amazing eyes. “While it is not in me to lose a challenge or indeed any fight, part of me was rooting for you to win.”

“Why?” I asked in a whisper, still trying to control my ragged breathing from the exertion of the fight. “Why would you want me to win?”

“You have trained so hard, and are the finest warrior I have ever battled,” Alexander said, looking into my eyes.

It wasn’t just his compliment that made me blush, but his touch and the realization that his body was so close to me.

“I have cheered for you from the sidelines of all your fights.”

“I didn’t know that,” I whispered, trying to turn my face away from those knowing eyes. I couldn’t break his grasp on my chin without hurting both of us, so I didn’t fight it.

“You fought valiantly, Dimitri,” he said quietly, his face mere inches from my own. My pulse raced as I fought not to lean forward and claim his full, wet lips. “I release you for your obligation to give me your body.”

“Wait—what?” I asked, snapping out of my lustful thoughts. “You can’t do that.”

“I can, and I am,” Alexander replied looking at me as if searching my face. “I have never taken anyone I have bested. Sex against someone’s desire is not something I want.”

“No, no,” I stuttered, realizing he was more honorable than I knew. While I adored him even more for his honor, I couldn’t let him spoil my plan. “I can’t be disgraced that way. I am not unwilling. I knew the consequences of my challenging you and I give myself freely. You won, Alexander, please do not shame me this way.”

“Is that how you truly feel?” he asked, surprise written all over his face. “That I would shame you by not fucking after you lost this challenge.”

“Yes, yes I do.” I nodded my head rapidly. “I lost because you are the better man, the better warrior. It would shame my pride to not give you what you have won. I will not have my honor questioned when I knew what I was risking to challenge you.”

“If that is how you truly feel…” Alexander trailed off, still searching my face as he let go of my chin.

“It is, Alexander,” I replied swallowing loudly. “You have won. I give myself to you unreservedly.”

“I have never engaged in sex after winning before.” I could almost see the wheels spinning in his head as he thought about the turn of events. “But if this is what you want, if you feel my denying your body will disgrace you, then so be it.”

“I do, it is bad enough I lost the fight, I will not cower and deny what your gallantry has won,” I replied quietly. He simply nodded, and I turned away from him to pull off my shorts. I was forever grateful he had been watching my face and didn’t seem to notice how hard my cock was from the idea of him fucking me. Once the shorts were off I leaned over from my kneeling position so that I was on all fours in front of him.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and thanked whatever powers that be that Alexander had not denied me. Just then I felt him kneel between my legs, one hand running over my ass as the other went to my waist.

“I will not hurt you, Dimitri,” he said gently as he leaned over me and kissed my shoulder.

“I know you won’t,” I hissed as he hands moved the cheeks of my ass apart. Alexander slid a finger into my ass, probably having used his own saliva as lubrication. It went in easily, as did the second finger that followed. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood so I would not groan in pleasure.

“You are prepared, Dimitri,” Alexander said, the surprise in his voice apparent. I had taken the time before the fight to stretch myself, not wanting a single moment with Alexander to be ruined. What I hadn’t thought of was that Alexander would take the time to do it himself. “Why are you prepared for me, Dimitri?”

I couldn’t answer him, it would give away my secret. So I merely shook my head, hissing when his fingers left my ass. A moment later I felt the firm head of his large cock brush against my puckered hole and I shivered.

“Answer me, Dimitri,” he said with a groan as he started to push his cock into me. The tone of his voice had me turning to look at his face before I could stop myself. Seeing the look of pleasure on his face, not to mention the lust in his eyes, is the only excuse I have for what I said next.

“Because I’ve wanted your big cock in my ass from the moment I saw you, Alexander,” I answered blushing. I felt him freeze, his cock more than halfway into me.

“Is this true?” he asked giving me the full force of that gaze.

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. After two more tries, I simply closed it and nodded.

Alexander smiled widely and the look in his eyes became almost feral, possessive. “Well, if you have waited fifty years to be with me I had better make it good.” Before I could even reply he slammed the rest of the way into me. I couldn’t even hold back the moan this time. I had never been taken before, so no matter the amount of prep there was still that bite of pain with the pleasure. He slowly pulled his cock out until only this head remained in me, then started to push back in.

“Dimitri, am I your first?” he asked, shock on his face. Instead of answering, I turned away from his knowing eyes and pushed my hips back so that his cock slammed into me again. He gripped my hips to hold me still, “don’t do that, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt, it feels amazing,” I groaned even louder as his hands stroked my hips and ass. “Fuck me Alexander, make me yours.”

“Answer me first.”

“Yes, you are my first,” I whispered, swallowing loudly before looking over my shoulder at him. “I never wanted anyone but you. It’s always been you, Alexander.”

“Good,” he growled, tightening his grasp on my hips. I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘good’, but before I could ask he took me at my word and started fucking me. He started fast but gentle and his words alone almost made me come. “Is this what you imagined, Dimika? Or am I not as good as your fantasies of me?”

“Better, so much better than I ever imagined,” I moaned in between thrusts. And it was the truth. His cock was slamming into my ass, rubbing my sweet spot every time. I felt like I was going to die from all the sensations running through my body. I didn’t fight them, instead I rode the pleasure, knowing Alexander would catch me. “Oh god, Alexander. Harder. Fuck me until I can’t walk, brand me as yours.”

“My pleasure, Dimika,” he hissed as he moved his hips even faster. I knew Dimika was a nickname for Dimitri, but no one had ever called me it before. I felt my heart race and my toes curl with pleasure at hearing it from Alexander. “I’m going to fuck you until you will never want another cock inside you. You will always want me, Dimika, and no one else.”

“Yes, only you, Alexander,” I cried as I tilted my head to the side, baring my neck to him. “I’m yours forever.”

“Mine, yes, you are mine,” Alexander growled as he leaned over and licked the side of my neck. The feeling of his fangs grazing my neck as he pounded into my ass was all it took for me to climax.

“Alexander,” I screamed as my cock erupted, shooting cum all over the ground. He thrust into me faster as he roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my head down, away from him.

“No, I will not claim you,” he grunted. I know he said it to me, but it almost sounded like he was telling himself. He stiffened behind me an instant before slamming into me one last time and roaring out his own release. After he collapsed on top of me I slowly lowered both of us to the ground. I was careful to make sure his cock didn’t slip out of me. I needed to keep him here, with me, in me, as long as I could.

But I also wanted to see him and curl into his arms. The answer seemed apparent when his cock softened and slipped out of me. I reached behind me and held him to me as I turned so that he ended up lying on my chest. It didn’t even occur to me I was basically rolling over in my own cum. All I wanted was to hold him, touch him. This might be my only chance with Alexander and I had to make the most of it.

“You dishonor yourself, Dimika,” Alexander hissed as he raised his head off my chest. I instantly stopped stroking his hair and raised my head to look into his eyes. The look I saw made me gasp. Alexander was pissed off. If I couldn’t tell from the ferocity of his gaze, the way his lips pulled back from his fangs was a dead giveaway.

“How did I do that?” I asked quietly, stunned at his reaction. I didn’t understand. Why was he pissed after what we just shared? It was the best moment of my life, and he was pissed off? That sooo didn’t seem right to me.

“You tried to trick me,” he snarled as he pushed himself up off of me.

“I’m sorry, Alexander,” I whispered, trying to keep back the tears that were forming in my eyes. “I didn’t throw the fight. You really did win, I couldn’t beat you.”

“I’m not talking about that,” Alexander snapped as he reached for his shorts. “I mean during the sex. You tried to trick me into claiming you. You used the heat of the moment to try and bind me to you for all eternity.”

“I didn’t, I swear,” I replied as I felt the shock of his words wash over me. That wasn’t part of the plan. When had I done that? “I never even thought to try and have you claim me, you have to believe me, Alexander.”

“Then why say you were always mine?” He asked with a smirk, clearly not believing me. He pulled his shorts on so roughly I was surprised they didn’t rip. “Why did you tilt your head and bare your neck to me?”

“I am yours,” I said, sitting up and reaching for my own shorts. Suddenly I needed to not be naked around Alexander anymore. “I didn’t realize I was offering myself to you like that at the time. I-I didn’t even think about you claiming me. It just felt right. I’m sorry.”

“You mean that, don’t you?” Alexander asked, turning that all-knowing gaze on me and searching my face for the truth. I looked straight into his eyes and nodded as I pulled my own shorts on. I never meant for it to go this far.

“I would never try and trick someone into being my mate,” I pleaded for him to believe me, still nodding like an idiot. “I don’t want someone who doesn’t want to be my mate. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”

“Good,” he replied as he bent to pick up his sword. “You need to be more careful with any other partners you might have, Dimitri. I realize it was your first time, but you can’t get swept up in passion and forget yourself like that.”

“I don’t want anyone else. There won’t be any others,” I whispered quietly. I knew the only reason he heard me is because of our excellent vampiric hearing. “I wouldn’t have done that with anyone but you, Alexander.”

Then he did the worst possible thing he could have as a response… He laughed. Alexander laughed so hard it took him a few minutes to recover. I had to turn away from him, the pain swelling in my chest became too much.

“You are still young, Dimitri,” he finally chuckled. “You don’t know what you want.”

“I am not a child,” I snarled turning back to him. “Don’t tell me I don’t know my own feelings. I’m not that twenty-four year old boy you met half a century ago, Alexander. I’m over seventy-five years old. Most humans are mated with children and grandchildren by that age. This is not some school schoolboy crush.”

“Call it what you like, but you don’t know any better,” he said as he waved off my response like it was a pesky fly. I had never once, ever, been mad at him before. Always I respected and loved Alexander. I was so pissed off in that moment I was surprised steam wasn’t coming out of my ears. I stormed over to him and grabbed him by the shirt he had just put back on.

“Don’t brush away my feelings like that, Alexander,” I snarled as I picked him up off the ground to put us at eye level. Even at the height of six foot three I still have five or so inches on him. “I love you. I know I love you, Alexander. It might have started out as some schoolboy crush but it grew into something more. I love you more than I love myself, more than anyone else in the world. And I loved how you calling me Dimika made me feel.”

“That’s not my fault,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me in anger. “I never asked you to love me. I don’t love you, I don’t even want you, Dimitri.”

I dropped him to his feet so fast, as if touching him burned my hand. “It’s no one’s fault how I feel, Alexander. I can’t help the way I feel about you. But don’t laugh at me or my feelings.”

“Fine, I won’t laugh at you,” he replied as he straightened his shirt and retrieved the sword he’d dropped. “Either way, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want you. We will never be mated. You need to move on to someone else, someone who will return your love.”

I didn’t even have the chance to reply because he spun on his heel and stalked out of the ring.

Not that I could think of a damn thing to say at that moment anyway. I was too busy holding my hand over my chest as if to keep my breaking heart inside my body. Right at that moment I wished he had killed me in battle instead of fucked me after it. Right at that moment I hated Alexander for being so cruel to me. Right at that moment, I hated myself for being so stupid and loving him.