I will hang my head in embarrassment. Oh my God, it's been so frickin' long! But, I was thinking 'Fuck whether this is good or not, I'm posting it.' I hope this makes up for it. (Or at least part.) This is third POV, this time, not Demetri's. Just to let you know so there isn't any confusion. I have found third point of view is my strong-point. And I kind of suck at first POV. But yeah, I lost the inspiration for this, and wanted to wait till I got it back so then when I posted the chapters they weren't half-hearted or shitty. I came across my Felix and Demetri photos on my computer a couple weeks ago when I was looking for something to do, and then the motivation and inspiration just hit me when I took a look and fiddled with 'em a little. I now present you with a very, very, very overdue chapter. :) I thought I'd throw you all a bone, though, since you totally deserve it if you've waited patiently this long. *hint hint* :O Anyways, yes, lemons ahead. ;D I hope I don't disappoint. Now, enjoy! :D

It was nothing Jane would personally worry about. Or if she did, she didn't show it. All she did was blink when he told her before returning to reading her magazine. "Apparently he's having a good time," she said matter-of-factly.

Demetri couldn't imagine that. But then again, he loved lots of things about Alec, and he bet this girl did, too. I wonder if he likes brunettes…

He sighed and started pacing back and forth. This was what he hated about staying in a place like this: he couldn't do anything. It reminded him a lot of what it was like to live with the Volturi.

That was enough for him, and the next time he paced to the other side of the room he went straight out the door, stepping out into the calm hallway silently and shutting the door behind him.

A woman smiled at him and he returned the gesture, easily faking the genuineness. Once her back was facing him he began to walk down the thin, carpeted hall, very slowly so he didn't seem to be walking abnormally fast or with too much gracefulness.

Since the Volturi had fallen, it was pretty much impossible to try and live among humans. There were too many rogues, too many killing sprees, and no officials to stop any of it. It was only a matter of time before some idiot exposed them all.

In fact, Demetri was almost positive there were quite a few people who blamed him personally for that.

The Egyptian coven had stepped up to fill the Volturi's place, but there weren't many of them. That meant little power compared to the last enforcers, so not many people took them seriously. And they were too careful with their very limited power, because no one wanted the same thing to happen again. It just didn't work out.

They said they needed powerful yet reasonable people to band together. So far, it hadn't been done.

He couldn't believe how boring his life had been yesterday compared to today. He almost wished it would go back to being dull and uninteresting.

He didn't even know what he was doing, running around in the dense forest in the drizzling rain. He didn't even remember setting off to go there; he just ended up magically. If only.

He caught Felix's scent again, and sheer curiosity got the best of him in that moment, and without thinking too much of it, he was off in that direction, following the scent only—leaving his mind closed off.

The very distinctive cinnamon smell grew stronger, and suddenly it seemed to be everywhere. Demetri was usually very controlled in his sexuality, never getting those sudden or strong urges like lots of other male vampires got—and he heard the scent of a lover to a vampire was supposed to be arousing. In this occasion, that was true. There was no urge, however, but an obvious tightening in his trousers.

Then he was really running, whipping past the trees in his haste to get somewhere away for a little while. Mixed with the rustling of his own body under the leaves and branches, he heard another, approaching fast. He slowed and turned around, but there was no time to react before someone streaked past him. He got the sudden sense of danger, remembering all of the rogue vampires that had escaped from the Volturi's clasps, who would never have been captured if it weren't for him and his damn tracking sense. And then there were the people that blamed him for their not being able to live freely. He had, as Alec put it, a lot of haters.

The person could have been anyone, and the air was mixed with so many other scents to be able to pinpoint one specific one to the recently-passed vampire.

All of it happened in a split second, and before he knew it, the unknown vampire had already back-tracked and reached him again, too quickly for Demetri to be able to brace himself for the hard impact that sent him scraping across the ground, stopping on his stomach as the surprisingly strong male held him from above, hands wrapped around his neck.

He struggled, reaching up to grip the hands with what he had, but the other vampire was already hurting his neck, little cracks already forming on the sides.

All Demetri could think was, Wow, I'm going to actually die. Damn that took a long time.

He gritted his teeth at the pain, seething his white and sharp teeth. It's not like his instincts would let him just lay there and die. And he knew who it was, too. Shit, Felix, just get it over with! he yelled in his mind, as if Felix could actually read it.

The big hands around his throat loosened their gripped slowly, eventually, until they were practically massaging the skin there. He let up on his back, kneeling off to the side as Demetri just lay there limp with his cheek pressed down into the dirt, feeling his neck heal up slowly. Too slowly.

A feeding was overdue, because he found that when your eyes are black, people don't really notice as much as they would if they were bright red. So he cuts back on that when the opportunity presents itself. Felix was looking down into his black eyes with his own dark ones. Though Demetri realized it probably wasn't because of lack of feeding.

Felix didn't know what to say—if he should apologize or snap at him. If he should say hi first or just screw him. The last one sounded unbelievably appealing to him, and he held out his hand, going to see how much he could control the need to rip those clothes from his body. To his surprise, Demetri took it, and he had pulled him up in the blink of an eye, pulling him pretty close and resting a hand on his lower back. Felix was testing the air right off the bat, to see if Demetri was as angry as he probably should be.

Felix gave him one whole second to push him away when his control snapped, and he bent his head, pausing right before he reached his mouth, and then connected their lips in a kiss filled with so much lust Demetri swooned a little, his eyes slipping shut after a moment.

Demetri had expected himself to be angry, furious even, at seeing Felix again. He always thought he would probably quite literally kill him because of the hate he had for him through all this time. But then he realized that maybe he hadn't been feeling those feelings for him at all. This lust he was experiencing was unbelievable, and Demetri was barely able to conclude that through the years, he had only be furious with himself for being the one that lest, for never getting up off his ass to find his long-lost lover, which he was very capable of doing. He felt a pressure on his thigh, and the rest of his thoughts turned to mush after that.

Felix's hands were everywhere, sliding up his shirt to caress his skin, reaching up to touch his face, going way low to grab his ass—anywhere he could reach. Demetri wasn't objecting, and just turned to jelly in his arms.

When Felix moved down to his neck, his hands fervently ripping at the clothes, his mind snapped to attention. He would have said no, pushed him away; done something that would've objected to it. But then he changed his mind abruptly. Why not? he asked himself. It wasn't like he didn't want this. And there was absolutely no reason to wait anymore than they already have.

In the blink of a human's eye, they stand half-naked together, heatedly making out as Felix began to push Demetri down to the ground with him. That wasn't a problem when he brought his legs around his waist, and all Felix had to do was get down to his knees while trying not to break up what was going on. And what was going on? he asked himself. Felix was going to royally and thoroughly fuck him, right then and there on the forest floor, as many times as he'd like. Oh, how nice that sounded when he actually said it.

There was too much need, he decided, to even try and take things slower. Felix thought he deserved that—but as much as he wanted to actually make love to him—on a bed, probably—he couldn't stop himself, even in the slightest. It was the primal need.

Felix thrust up once, hard, causing Demetri to fall onto his back on the ground as Felix let out a quaking moan, his hands gripping the other male's thighs tightly.

He ripped off his pants, tearing open the front of his own while he was at it. His erection was very visible, and Felix closed the very small gap between them to connect their lips again. In one swift movement he had pushed inside of him, and Demetri's mouth opened and he pulled back a little from the sudden pain. Felix had to hold on so he didn't get thrown over the edge right away.

He knew this probably wouldn't be as sweet as he had dreamed, or as pleasurable as he had hoped—but Felix knew Demetri would understand that. After all, he wasn't telling him to stop.

And, because of that idea, the fast-paced thrusting began. After a minute of adjusting, the pain was replaced with tingling sensations, and, soon enough, raw pleasure. Demetri couldn't help but groan just a little, causing Felix to do the same—but even louder.

The leaves beneath them were crunching, the branches snapping and being ground into little fragments. Felix's grip was so tight Demetri's skin was starting to crack just a little all over again, healing only to be damaged again. He knew Felix meant no harm—that he would never intentionally do that, and right now he just didn't realize how rough he was being. But it wasn't to the point where his skin actually shattered, and the pain was bearable.

Demetri dug his nails into Felix's back, just realizing that he was so wound up in his thoughts of what was actually happening, he didn't notice the pain was gone—they had finished. Well, Felix had, anyways. His head was resting on the ground, looking up at the nearly black sky and dark green treetops, his lips slightly parted.

He could feel the burly man on top of him place light kisses all along his chest, and tilted his head down to look at him. Felix's eyes weren't as black as before—still lust-filled, but he could actually see some of the red in it.

Neither one of them knew how long they stayed there, rearranging a bit so Felix was the one lying on his back with Demetri settled comfortably halfway on top of him. Felix was tracing feathery patterns in the other's jaw and cheeks, staring down at him. Demetri, however, didn't seem to notice.

"I'm staying nearby," Felix said quietly after a long moment of silence, causing the other male to look up at him curiously. Felix paused for a moment before continuing, almost uncertain if offering for him to go back to his place would be out of the question. "Out here more, kind of abandoned."

"A house?"

"Yeah." He was waiting for the answer to his hinted offer, a little nervous and very unsure. He could see a small, lopsided smile cross Demetri's face, and the relief was unbelievable.

"Okay," he said lightly, his voice slightly muffled by Felix's chest as he rested his chin there. "Is that an invitation?" He didn't want to assume he was suddenly invited over—that would be both embarrassing and rude.

"Yeah."

It wasn't much—mostly just a small cottage with the essentials for humans to live in it. The living room was small, the kitchen and bedroom smaller. The walls were built of stone and dirt on the outside and simple drywall on the inside. Demetri figured it must have been built some time ago, due to the fact he hadn't seen a sink or any pipes: no running water. But that was just fine. Vampires didn't need water.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, running his fingers over the thin curtain covering the only window in the whole house.

"Not long," Felix answered from a few feet behind him, watching his actions carefully. "About a week or so." He shrugged, like that didn't really matter to him.

"How long are you going to stay here?"

"Well, uh…" Felix scratched the back of his head absently, thinking about it. He didn't know if their meeting meant he should stay longer, or boot out of town immediately.

A small smile tugged on the corners of Demetri's mouth, and he pulled back his hand, turning around. Homey. "Well, I'm not going to make you stay," he said shyly, taking one last glance out the poorly-covered window. "I can even leave right now, if you want." The forming smile disappeared suddenly, and he looked at Felix—serious about leaving if he wasn't completely welcome.

Felix didn't know what to say, to be honest. Of course he didn't want Demetri to leave, but he didn't want him to feel obliged to stay over. Demetri was awaiting his answer patiently, the hesitance making him a bit sad because of the answer he was anticipating now. Slowly, in a low voice, Felix finally answered, "Please, stay."

Le sigh. I totally planned on making this chapter longer, but suddenly when I typed up that last line, I was like ":o" It was just a perfect ending. And I didn't want to ruin the drama attached to it. XD Wait, did I just say ending? No, no, no. An ending to this chapter. I am sooo not done with this. :]