For the Sake of Peace

Author’s note: I am warning you that this chapter contains beastiality…Raze is a LYCAN, please keep that in mind. Also, even though Raze can transform at will, I am having him still have to do that at the full moon. You'll understand why I am stating this when you read. Comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated!

Part Two: The Reason You Should Never Have a Wedding During a Full Moon

The first thing Soren does upon returning to the mansion is glare at Kraven. Then he goes and takes a cold shower and does his best to NOT think about Raze. He also keeps from smashing his head against the wall. That would definitely NOT help matters. ‘Why do they do this? Why can’t they just be more commanding and tells us that we are going to get along with one another…period? We’d be suicidal to tell them no!’ He hits the wall. “Dammit! I do NOT want to spend the rest of my life with Raze! I cannot stand the very ground that Lycan walks on!” he seethes. Unfortunately, no one seemed to want to listen to him.

After his shower, he walks back into his room only to find Kraven sitting on his bed. “What is the next thing you are going to tell me that is going to make me want to kill you?”

“The wedding is this Saturday,” Kraven responds.

Soren stares at him. “Th-that’s four days away!”

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Why does it have to be so soon?”

“Because the sooner this happens, the sooner both groups will stop being so aggressive to each other.”

“And the sooner I’ll be miserable for the rest of my life!”

“Soren, don’t do this again. You don’t want another injury before the wedding do you?”

“No,” Soren mutters, “Fine, Saturday it is…but that’s because I have no other choice…I really, really don’t like this, Kraven.”

“I know but it’s for the sake of everyone else…just think about that.”

“They are lucky that I care about them MORE than keeping my dignity,” Soren responds.

“I think they know that, Soren.”

“I hope so,” Soren retorts, “I seriously hope so.”

“They do.”

An hour after Kraven has left; Soren is still staring across his room and hasn’t moved. His mind is completely chaotic and he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to get it to make much sense. Four days was all he had until he ended up married to Raze…and had to wear a dress to do that. Finally, he shakes himself out of it and gets ready for bed before allowing himself to drift off in a dreamless sleep he so desperately craved.

The next three nights follow in the same slow way though everyone else in the coven is bustling and excited. Soren just wants to lie down and die. However, he is true to his word and when the night arrives; he is ushered into a room by Selene and Erika. “This is going to be fun,” Erika gushes.

“Oh, I am sure it is…for YOU,” Soren grumbles, “You’re not the one having to act like the opposite sex.”

“Oh, stop complaining,” Selene tells him, “Besides, it’s only for one night and I don’t think they are going to insult you forever.”

“That’s what you think! You don’t have to marry Raze! At least you and Michael are in love!” he protests.

“Soren,” Selene murmurs, “I am sorry…I know that you don’t want to be forced into something like this…”

Soren interrupts her. “Selene, I know what you’re about to say and as much as I know that is the truth, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care if it is the only way to keep the blood feud from continuing! I just want a choice for once! I want to choose who I end up with…but it seems fate will deny me even this.”

“Well, at least you end up with a guy, Soren,” Erika tells him.

“Erika, don’t try to cheer me up…you aren’t capable of doing it adequately.” She glowers at him but he doesn’t feel guilty. He’d had a bad enough time the night before letting them shave him. Feeling completely hairless under the dress is not something he’s used to.

However irritated he may have been the night before, having to deal with having makeup applied is ten times worse. He resists for as long as he can with the blonde. His struggles are cut short by Selene who holds him still while Erika continues to apply it.

All-in-all, it takes about four hours to get him ready. Soren is just about ready to kill everyone in the damn coven for this and refuses to look in a mirror. Listening to Selene and Erika tell him what a pretty woman he is, isn’t helping. “You’re going to be absolutely fine, Soren. You and Raze will figure things out.”

“I’ll be absolutely miserable is what it will be! I hate Raze! I’ve always hated Raze! I’ll always hate Raze!”

“If you go into this marriage with that mindset, you ARE going to be miserable!” Selene tells him, “You have to relax and stop seeing this as the worst thing that has happened to you…even if you have to lie to yourself.”

“Great…I have to LIE to myself to be happy…this is really, really not my afterlife. Why didn’t I just say no and let the Lycans massacre us? It wouldn’t take nearly so long and it wouldn’t be nearly as painful.”

“Soren, don’t do this to yourself. Just go and be the happy bride who’s completely and utterly in love with her fiancé.”

Soren laughs bitterly. “This is going to be fun. If I pull this off, I deserve an Oscar.”

“Get going, Soren. They’re going to start the music soon.” Soren sighs again. This was pathetic…it was more than pathetic, but than again so was his life before becoming a Death Dealer. He had an eternity to see how fate would keep smacking him in the face. ‘You can do this…you HAVE to do this. There is no choice…not anymore,’ he tells himself. All he had to do was get through the ceremony, the reception, and the night. He adamantly refuses to think about what will happen once he and Raze are alone in a room. If he does think about it, he knows he’ll panic and won’t be able to go through with it. As much as he was gay, he was definitely not used to be the submissive one and from the looks of Raze, he definitely was going to have to be submissive. The thought of giving anyone, especially a Lycan, that much control of him is not something he can bear to dwell on.

Finally, the damned music starts and his charade begins. Luckily, with his centuries of life, he knows how to fool people…he’d done a good job with Viktor. Fooling an elder took a lot more skill than fooling ordinary humans. Viktor had been crafty and it had taken Soren years to figure out how to school his emotions and how to lie to the man without him realizing it; years and more beatings than he wanted to remember. He makes his way down the aisle, ignoring the snickers from the Lycans and Vampires in the seats. He only hopes Lucian and Kraven made it quite clear that the man wasn’t to be eaten. If not…well, Soren wouldn’t feel any measure of intense guilt about it. He hated the man and he had done nothing to him.

It seems to take forever for him to get there and he dreads every step that brings him closer to his “fiancé”. Finally, he arrives and the ceremony commences with the usual repeating of vows and promising to love until death do them part. Soren keeps himself from a derisive snort. Death wouldn’t be parting them anytime soon, unfortunately. Though Soren had to admit that Raze looked rather fetching in a tuxedo…not that he would EVER tell the dark skinned Lycan that.

It isn’t until the end that Soren has a problem with the ceremony. When the man looks at them both and proclaims them man and wife…and tells Raze to kiss him, Soren wants to shoot the man but fearing Kraven’s and Lucian’s wraths more, refrains from such a show of irritation and lets Raze softly kiss his lips. It’s not as bad as he thought it would be…in fact it’s pretty nice. However, Soren still doesn’t want to risk letting the man know he just married two men and pulls away quickly. The man sends them on their way wishing them a happy and prosperous marriage. Once out of the chapel, he snarls. “That was DISGUSTING! I am never, NEVER letting Erika or Selene near me EVER again!” he spits, “I look ridiculous!”

“You make a highly attractive woman, Soren,” Lucian says smirking at him.

“Shut up, Lycan Master!” Soren growls at him, “I am NOT in the mood!”

“Well, you had best get in the mood because you and Raze have to consummate your marriage tonight,” Kraven tells him.

“Oh god,” Soren whimpers, “I was trying NOT to think about that…thank you so much, Kraven!”

“Well, you do and just to let you know BOTH Lucian and I will be nearby to make sure you do it.” Soren feels his cheeks heat up.

“You really know that I don’t want to do this…do you?”

“Oh yes,” Lucian says grinning. Soren groans softly. This was beginning to look worse and worse as the time was going on. He just wonders when it will bottom out. Something tells him that the worst is yet to come.

Soren ignores the celebration in favor of getting out of the damn dress in the hotel room booked for him and Raze. There were shades that could be pulled down to keep the sunlight from affecting Soren, though the location of the building made it rather hard for the sunlight to reach across the room to where the bed was. Soren walks over to the window and sighs. The day had been cloudy and it always seemed to make him more melancholy than normal. He looks up and stares in muted horror. Between the clouds, he can make out the WORST thing. “Oh gods no,” he whispers, “Please, don’t let the sky clear…please.”

“Are you alright?” Raze asks from the doorway.

Startled, Soren turns around. “W-we have a problem…well, not yet we don’t but…” He is suddenly silenced as the clouds break. A curse tries to force its way from between his lips but it doesn’t quite make it. A noise from behind him catches his attention and he turns to see Raze transform. Instinctively, Soren turns and flees into the bathroom to barricade himself in it. He highly doubts that it will keep the Lycan out of it for long but he’s not too concerned about that at the moment. Right now he’s trying to get himself calm enough to DEAL with the chance that he may have a Lycan in the bathroom…and a transformed one at that. He hides in the shower and waits for the inevitable.

Two minutes later, the door is nonexistent and Soren manages to scamper out of the room before Raze notices. He makes a beeline for the door…and finds it locked. He yanks on it furiously. “Dammit, open!” he grits out.

“Soren, that door is not unlocking until you’re done in there,” Kraven says amiably sounding as if he’s directly on the other side of the door.

“Kraven, it’s the full moon, he’s transformed!” Soren pleads, “Open the door!”

“You’ll be fine, Soren, just relax. We know it’s the full moon. You are going to be just fine.”

“Damn you to the lowest bowel of HELL! Let me out of here!”

“No, Soren.”

Soren goes to respond when he senses that there is someone standing behind him. He looks over his shoulder and swallows. Raze had found him and was standing not even two inches from him. “K-Kraven, he’s standing right behind me.”

“Okay, would you relax? You are NOT going to die!”

“How do you know that?”

“Because he’s not going to risk Lucian’s wrath,” Kraven responds mildly.

Soren is about to give him what for when he’s distracted by Raze who starts nuzzling the back of his neck and his shoulder. “Umm, Kraven, he’s nuzzling me,” Soren tells him in a shaky voice.

“Relax, Soren. It’s not going to kill you to just relax and let things happen.”

Soren closes his eyes and bangs his head on the door. “Kraven, please, he’s transformed…I DO NOT want to be taken like a bitch…please…”

“The answer is no, Soren. I will NOT open the door and you WILL calm down!”

“Calming down is the last thing that I am capable of doing…he’s NUZZLING me!”

“It could be worse,” Kraven responds.

Soren goes to ask who it could possibly get worse when it is answered as Raze presses closer to him. “Kraven, he’s HUMPING ME!” Outside the door, Kraven laughs. “This isn’t funny, dammit, he’s HUMPING ME!”

“Would you quite yelling? I can hear you perfectly without you screaming bloody murder.”

“Get. Me. Out. Of. This. Room. NOW!” he snarls, “I am NOT going to be humped by a transformed Lycan…I WON’T do it!”

“The only reason he’s humping you is because you’re clothed,” Kraven tells him, “If you don’t want him doing that, take your clothes off.”

“NO!”

“Then he’s going to continue to hump you.”

“Just open the damned door, Kraven…or I’ll NEVER forgive you!”

“Soren, I’m not going to open the door.”

Soren hits his head against it again. This was humiliating. He was getting humped by a wolf and his own damned reagent couldn’t be kind enough to open the door. Someone hated him…it was obvious. That’s when he hears a sound that takes him a few minutes to place what it is. Startled, he looks up at the wolf and realizes that he wasn’t hearing things. “Umm, he’s purring, Kraven.”

“He’s what?”

“He’s purring.”

“Wolves don’t purr, Soren.”

“I am serious, Kraven, he’s purring.”

“I just told you that wolves don’t purr.”

“Then go ask Lucian. I’m sure he’d know whether or not that is true.” For a while there is silence and Soren figures that Kraven probably left and wasn’t coming back.

However, a few minutes later a familiar voice asks,”

“Why did you want Kraven to ask me if wolves purr?”

“Because that sounds like what Raze is doing,” Soren responds.

Lucian chuckles softly. “That is a VERY good sign, Soren. He likes you!”

A soft whimper escapes him. He just couldn’t win, could he? There was nothing like hearing that from Lucian to make him realize that this was going to happen whether he wanted it to or not. “I should stop fighting…shouldn’t I?”

“Yes,” Lucian responds, “It will make it easier on both of you if you’d relax.”

“You’re not the one having to deal with a transformed Lycan!” Soren snaps and then another thought occurs to him, “Why aren’t YOU transformed?”

“Because I am capable of ignoring the moon’s sway. I’m centuries old, Soren. In a few years time, Raze will learn it too, but that’s not happening tonight.”

“Can this NOT wait until tomorrow? I do NOT want to have sex with an overgrown wolf!” The purring in his ear has yet to cease and it’s starting to affect him…he doesn’t want it to, not at all.

“Soren, you are going to have to learn that you will have to deal with EVERYTHING Raze is…you two are now married,” Lucian tells him.

Soren hits his head again. This was ridiculous…utterly and completely ridiculous. He never should have been forced into something like this. It wasn’t right, fair, or decent to expect this from someone and yet, that was just what they were doing. It was outrageous! More gentle nuzzling pulls him back from his morbid thoughts. He looks over his shoulder at the wolf behind him. “You know, I am so going to shoot them after this stunt. I have spent years keeping Kraven’s secrets, taking pains to keep Viktor from suspecting that the one he trusted the most was going to betray him. And in the end THIS is how my loyalty is repaid? I get stuck in a marriage I cannot get out of and am expected to consummate it during the full moon! This is NOT fair on any level!” Raze nuzzles under his chin and Soren finds himself tilting his head to the left and letting him nuzzle his neck. He doubts that it’s an intelligent choice on his part but at the moment, he’s too upset and irritated to care.

He doesn’t realize it at first, but Raze slowly maneuvers him from the door to the bed. He finally realizes this only when he is right at the foot of it. A wry smile crosses his face. It figured that he wouldn’t be paying attention. “You’re getting as impatient as the two outside the door,” he tells Raze. The Lycan merely looks at him though Soren has the distinct feeling Raze is giving him a look that states he thinks he’s an idiot. “Well, okay, that was obvious…you don’t need to give me that look. I’m not happy with those two…but I guess that it’s to be expected.” Raze snorts. “You’re getting tired of listening to me? Well, I’m not exactly happy about this…you need to learn not to transform during the full moon, Raze.” The only answer he receives is Raze nuzzling his inner thigh. Soren’s breathing hitches at the Lycan’s touch and he knows that if Raze keeps it up he’ll be more than willing to allow him to take him. However, it’s not enough to make him jerk away. “Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t know that by now…you’re ancient.” Raze nuzzles him again, but this time, it’s not his inner thigh. Soren can’t suppress the soft sigh that escapes him or his hips arching. Raze puts more pressure and Soren moans softly as his body reacts to the gentle stimulant.

After a few minutes of this, Raze takes his zipper and pulls it down. Soren is totally shocked by this and is soon pant-less before he knows it. “You have a few talents you haven’t shown before,” he murmurs. Raze merely nuzzles his now bare flesh. A strangled moan escapes him.

“Gods, please, do that again.” Raze obliges him and Soren presses his now hard flesh against his muzzle. Raze’s tongue flicks out and he almost screams. He does, however, sit down on the bed. Raze settles on the floor and nudges his thighs apart. Soren watches him through lowered eyelids. This wasn’t so bad…not at all. When Raze starts licking him from base to tip, he spreads his legs wider hoping to coax him close to his needy flesh. The Lycan’s tongue is beyond hot and it is driving the vampire insane. “Gods, please, Raze!” he begs. The Lycan merely continues his slow torment making Soren clutch the sheets tightly. A desperate, needy moan escapes him.

In the back of his mind, part of him is still screaming about the stupidity of his actions. However, the fire raging through him silences those arguments completely and Soren gives in. The next night would bring what it would…however; he was going to let himself enjoy this. Guilt, anger; all those twisted emotions could come AFTER he got what he craved most at the moment. However, they would come.