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LOVE WAITS

The name on the headstone read:

MICHAEL FRANCIS CELLUCI

Born January 3, 1972

Died March 1, 2044

Beloved Husband, Brother, Son

He spoke for the dead

She stood there, looking at the hole in the ground, the piles of dirt covered by the artificial grass the funeral home had lain over them. There were no visible tears, just a deep sadness that started in her stomach and worked its way into her soul. Not because her friend, her husband was in that godawful box six feet down, but because she wasn�t.

2008

She had stood watch at his bedside at St. Michael�s. She had prayed for him to live, willed him to live. And he had. She left only to get coffee, or when Henry made her rest. She willed him to open his eyes, and as she sat there holding his hand he did. Then recoiled in horror. �You�re dead! I saw you die right in front of me! I saw you bleeding to death in the alley behind Bloor!� His voice was raspy, almost not there at all. She gently reached for his hand, �Mike, it�s ok, I�m not dead. You should rest. I�ll tell you all about it later. It�s a bit of a long story.�
The look on his face tore at her and he pulled his hand away again. �Henry fucking Fitzroy turned you into the same kind of undead monster he is, didn�t he?�
�No, Mike, I�m not a vampire. Look! She walked to the drapes that were drawn close to the window and pulled them back. And Mike let go the breath he�d been holding when she didn�t burst into flames. He�d seen that once, still had nightmares about it.

�Apparently, I�m something altogether different,� she shook her head, in disbelief. Even after she saw it with her own eyes, felt it, it was hard to believe. She walked over to the door, closed in and pulled her chair as close to Mike�s bed as she could get and said, �I�m immortal, I�ll live forever as long as nobody chops off my head.�

2044

The sun had become a memory as she stood there, the occasional tear falling unbidden down her face. She tensed when she felt his presence. It wasn�t the same as another immortal, but she could felt it nonetheless. She called it her �Henry vibe.� The same presence she�d felt for more than 35 years now. It still brought her comfort. She still reached for it when it wasn�t there. She reached now, unseeing, for his hand.
�How are you, love?� He quiet voice soothed.
�I�m fine. You know me.� Her breath hitched in her throat. �God, Henry, how have you stood this pain for over 500 years!�

He reached for her hand and squeezed, wanting his love, his care to flow to her. To ease the guilt she felt, because although her life was basically just beginning, Michael Celluci�s was over. He knew how that felt.

�You go forward, day by day, then year by year . Eventually, the pain becomes something that no longer crushes you with its weight and you love again, because somehow you�ve managed to put the pain away. For a while anyway.�
�You understood that I couldn�t leave him. He got hurt because of me, trying to help me. I got immortality, he got decades of pain. I can�t even remember now if I ever said thank you to him. Or to you for understanding.� She turned to him, �I�ve only ever loved two men besides my father, Henry. One of them is in that box, the other one stands next to me.�

�I�ll stand next to you as long as you let me, Vicki.� His hand reached to move her hair back of her shoulder. �There have been times when the wait has seemed endless, but in the grand scheme of things, it�s just a tick of the clock. I would have waited forever, our occasional �dinners� not withstanding.�
�I�ve always felt your presence.�
�That�s because I�ve never been far. I saw you take your first immortal head.� His hand caressed her face, �You lived up to Vicki Nelson, Warrior Princess, quite admirably.�
She smiled just a little, �Quinn said I took too many risks.�
�She was right, you did. But I knew you�d prevail. You�re my Victoria.�
She shrugged, �Well, he pissed me off. He threatened Mike and then you. I couldn�t let that stand.� She started looking for a tissue, and Henry pulled one from his jacket.
�You have never had a tissue when you needed one.�
�You�re right. Mike used to sa-� She stopped. �shit.�
�It�s all right.� His knuckle grazed her arm. �Are you ready to go? Those men with the shovels look like they�re ready to bury us as well.�
�Then they can stand there all night.�
�Vick.�
�I know. Sorry. Let�s go, I could really use a drink.�
�He�s at peace now, Vicki. You know that, right?�
�I suppose. Belief in God was always more your thing, and Mike�s than mine.� She turned to him. �He said you offered to turn him. Did he ever tell you why he said no?�
�You know why, Vicki. Eventually, we became frenemies, but he always believed me to be somewhat a monster. In spite of his attraction to me.�
Vicki�s head snapped around like it was on a swivel,

�Excuse me?�

Chapter 2

2044
�He never told you?� Henry raised an eyebrow in the dark. An eyebrow she could she now. �I would�ve thought it would come up sometime over the course of the years.� Although he was glad on the one hand, his vanity was injured on the other. I mean, I am a Prince of the Realm, and damn good in bed.

�No, never mentioned it. Although he did have this dream once and when he woke up we�.never mind.�
�Had some of the best sex ever?�

He could still make her blush and it annoyed her no end.
�Don�t change the subject.�
�I thought that was the subject.� He got a poke in the ribs for his trouble.
�Sorry.�
�No you�re not, you�ve never been sorry about making me turn six shades of red.�
�Because red looks good on you. I remember the sweet red leather mini skirt you wore on that under cover job. The one with the matching jacket.�
�I�ve still got them.. They�ve held up pre-- nice try, Fitzroy, but you�ve got a story to spill, so get busy.�

2008

Vicki and Henry had a fight. A ginormous one about her inability to accept help. She had screamed at him, told him she didn�t need his help, she could do just fine without him. Finally, Henry had stood ramrod straight and said, �Fine, Victoria. When you decide it�s not necessary to be so hard headed about accepting help from someone who loves you, give me a call.� He had turned quietly on his heel and walked out. Kept walking even when her heard quietly say, �Henry, come on. I�m sorry.� She�d hurt his feelings, feelings he swore he didn�t have and for once, he just couldn�t accept it.
He was home, reading A Tale of Two Cities for the 100^th time. Trying to decide if he was hungry enough to leave his quiet sanctuary, when his head raised up, scenting the air. He smelled something. A scent that was usually nowhere near this place. He stood up, walking to the door. Smiling like the predator he was, he pulled down the civilized mask just before he opened the door. Celluci hadn�t even had the chance to knock, but to his credit, he didn�t jump.
�We need to talk, Fitzroy.� He moved past Henry to the foyer.
�Why, Celluci?� He walked past Mike to the window.
�You hurt Vicki�s feelings tonight, and I want to make sure nothing else gets hurt.�
�She can handle herself, Michael.� He turned to look out over the city. His territory. �I�d think you of all people would know that by now.� Henry was aware Celluci was close. He inhaled his scent, smelling something very familiar, but surprising coming from the detective. Mike was aroused. He was glad he was turned away from the man, he wouldn�t want him to see his face without the mask, just yet. If he did, Celluci might run and in spite of himself, he didn�t want that. He wanted Mike to stay as he felt the hunger rise, both for blood and flesh. Celluci�s blood. Celluci�s flesh. He wrapped an iron fist around the want. This would have to be played carefully. He had always thought Michael to be attractive, he just always considered him to be off limits as well.
His mind returned to the conversation to catch the end of Michael�s sentence, ��.andle in the real world, in your world she�s blind.�

While he had been talking, Mike realized he was feeling something. Something directed at Henry. On the way over, he had convinced himself he was going because he loved Vicki. She was his priority. Now, if he was truly honest with himself he knew two things: 1) he did love Vicki and 2) he was attracted to this undead bastard son of Henry VIII in spite of himself. He was curious. The man was almost 500 years old and Mike couldn�t begin to imagine the tricks he�d picked up through the years, but he did imagine there were quite a few.
�Why are you really here, Detective? It�s not to protect, Vicki. You know we both only have her best interests at heart. It�s more about you, isn�t it?� He turned from the window, putting on the face that had led women and men to his bed for centuries. He stepped closer to Mike speaking softly, �It�s what you�re curious about. Me.� He held out his hand slowly, like he would to an animal he wanted to befriend. Slowly moved the hand to Mike�s face, caressing the cheek, then down the jaw, thumb rubbing along the cheekbone. �About what it would be like to be with me.� In spite of himself, Mike leaned into the touch, listening to the sound of Henry�s voice. It wasn�t his you will listen voice, simply the voice of Henry Fitzroy, a man attracted to him. And if he was truly honest, who he was attracted to as well. Had been since the end of the Mendoza fiasco. He still remembered the heat from his blood flowing into Henry. The erection that happened. Was happening now.

�Michael, will you come with me?� Henry held out his hand, asking, not commanding, and Mike knew he wanted to go. �I promise, nothing will happen if you don�t want it to. If you say stop, I�ll stop.� Henry began walking toward the bedroom, leading Mike like a lover would lead a virgin to his bed. When they got there, he sat the mortal down at the foot of the bed, kneeling at his feet. �Are you all right?� He looked earnestly at the detective. �Do you want to go on?� Michael looked down into the soft sea green eyes of the man who should have been dead four plus centuries ago and said quietly, �Yes.� The one word was all the encouragement Henry needed. He reached up, pushing the jacket off, loosening the tie, unbuttoning the shirt. He went slowly, trying to decide if the scent coming from Mike was fear or lust. The smells were conflicting until Mike moaned, �Jesus Christ, Fitzroy, if you go any slower, I�m going to come before we even get our clothes off.� And finished taking off his shirt while reaching for Henry. He started unbuttoning the vampire�s shirt, then got frustrated and tore it open, Henry smiling as he reached for the opening of Mike�s trousers. He could scent the detective�s ever growing arousal, could feel his own rise in response. And no longer had the iron control he�d had when Mike had first arrived. He growled low in his throat and pushed Mike back up on the bed, pulling on the belt and zipper that stood between him and what he wanted. He laved Mike�s belly button, murmured, �You�re an innie, detective, interesting.� Using his teeth and his hands, he pulled underwear down, licked and blew cool breath where he had exposed skin. He took his time, moving down Mike�s shaft, licking as he went, like a child with an ice cream cone. Used his hands to encircle, then rub, then took the head in his mouth, hand squeezing, until wetness oozed from the head. He shifted so he could easily take the entire cock in his mouth. His sensitive ears could hear the blood rushing through Mike�s veins and it made the hunger rise with his own cock. Mike had not been idle either. One hand tangled in Henry�s curly hair, then one went to the vampire�s hardness and rubbed. While he pushed Henry�s head further down, his other hand moved faster up and down Henry�s shft. Henry removed his mouth just enough to say, �More.� Mike moved his hand faster. And Henry matched his speed, growling deep in his throat. The explosion began and Henry removed his mouth from Mike to replace it with himself. Lowering quickly, moaning with a sound that was both passion and possession. He bent over the detective, rocking on him, reaching for his arm and moving his tongue along it. Smelling the blood, hearing its song, he bit into the wrist he held and the explosion began. Felt the blood flowing strong, hot and salty into his mouth. His cock rubbing on Mike�s stomach faster, feeling the friction building to the only logical conclusion. Mike thrust harder, faster, Henry�s drinking sent the orgasm shooting through his body. Henry climaxed too, his seed spilling over Mike. He stayed where he was, Michael still inside him, licking the wound until he knew it was closing. He moved slowly off the detective, licked his own seed off of him like a cat who had discovered an open bottle of milk. When he was done, he moved to lay beside him. His hand pushed the damp hair off of Celluci�s forehead and he leaned down and whispered, �Are you all right? I know it was your first time with a �..vampire.�

Mike opened his eyes and Henry could see they were still glazed over with passion. �I�m fine. That was amazing. Is it like that for everyone you feed from?�
�Not everyone.� Henry smiled lazily as his fingers traced Mike veins along his body. �I wanted it to be perfect for you, Michael. For what I did to you when Mendoza had me.�

Mike shook his head, �I should be the one doing the atoning. I could have gotten you killed.� And then Vicki would have killed him.

�And I,� he took Mike�s face in his hand, �could�ve killed you because of the beast I let Mendoza unleash in me. I never said thank you for coming with Vicki to rescue me.�
�And I never said I was sorry.� His hand played with a lock of Henry�s curly hair. �I guess we�re both idiots.�
�No,� Henry shook his head, �not idiots, just stubborn. I was arrogant and you thought you were protecting Vicki.�
�Shit! Vicki! What�s she going to think Henry?�
�I have no idea, really.� His head moved down to kiss Mike�s brow, lips grazing, moving down the cheek, lower, to lick the lips that were still flushed from sex. �She knows I feed from others. That I, as she so quaintly puts it, �play with my food.�� He hurried to tell Mike, �But you weren�t just food, Michael. You were, are, passion. This was more than feeding. This was mutual need on both our parts. And mutual longing.� His tongue traced a path around Mike�s mouth, darting in and out, tasting him again. �How are you feeling?� His hand moved down Mike�s stomach, only a little surprised to find him hard again. �I don�t need to feed, Michael,� he said languidly, his fingers barely touching the detective�s cock, but he could feel it quiver, could smell the desire that rose again. He spoke softly into the mortal�s ear, tongue flicking, �This would just be us. Should I stop?� He wanted to give the man an out. Hoped he wouldn�t take it. It was Celluci�s turn to growl and he did. Deep in his throat. �No.�

Cool breath blew on Mike as Henry explored every part of him. Goose bumps rose from a wet tongue laving everywhere. Henry, no longer driven to mad distraction by the pulse of the mans blood, took his time. Sucked, pulled, manipulated. And Mike participated as he never could have dreamed he would. He cried out for Henry�s touch. Near the end, he nipped just a little to make Mike come. When they lay there in the quiet, his fingers running over Mike�s chest, propped up on one arm, he asked quietly, �Do you regret this?�

Mike thought for a minute, �No. I don�t, but I don�t think I�ll ever be able to embrace it either.�

�Do you still think me a monster?� He almost didn�t want to hear the answer. He hoped things had finally changed.

Mike answered carefully. �No, not this Henry. This Henry is no monster, but there is a part of you that could be. This Henry I�d like to be friends with benefits.� He laughed quietly. �Shit. What do you tell Vicki?�

�For now,� he kissed the top of Mike�s head, �Perhaps we should keep this to ourselves.�

2044
�You seduced him!� They were in Henry�s apartment, sitting on the sofa. She punched him in the arm, �You asshole!� If she thought she would have had a chance, she would taken the sword Quinn gave her and taken his head.
�I did not seduce him, Victoria.� Henry actually managed to look offended. �If anyone seduced anyone, he seduced me. Coming to my place, smelling like that. The emotion that poured off of him. It overwhelmed me.�
�You are 500 fucking years old, Fitzroy!� She could barely contain herself. �Are you really going to try to convince me that you had so little self control because of the way Mike smelled, that a man who had no idea what was out there until he met you, could seduce his royal damn highness, Duke of fucking Richmond, Earl of motherfucking Huntingdon, et fucking al?!?�
That�s when he knew what the problem was. �You�re swearing a lot, Vicki.� Why?�
�Because you�.because he��because. Fuck! I don�t know why.� She threw up her arms. �Because the next night is when we got shot.�
�You think I don�t remember?� The quiet of his voice was the only thing that could�ve stopped her rant. The pain she heard stopped the anger like water on fire. �I was there. But I was there too late and the guilt has been gnawing at me for almost 40 years. I failed you, Vicki. I didn�t keep my promise to protect you. I failed Michael. Failed you both so miserably. Because of me, people are trying to take your head. Because of me, he almost died. I was so arrogant, full of myself.� His voice got louder, �Because I was too slow, you have been gone from me for all these years and the weight of the pain has sometimes almost crushed me.� He laughed, �You thought I was above it.� The irony is his laugh broke her heart, �When it came to you Victoria, I was never above any of it. You made me feel, forced me to live my life and then you were gone from me. You broke, bent and twisted every rule I ever held to. And it was my fault I lost you.� He hadn�t even stopped to take a breath until now. �It didn�t matter that I was the son of a king, that I was Vampire. I failed you Victoria. And I�ve never forgiven myself.� He went quiet then, and just stared out the window.

Vicki rose from the sofa, and stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest. She knew he didn�t breathe exactly, but she would have sworn she heard it catch in his chest. She had been so busy after the gunshots that had changed her life. Taking care of Mike, the long months of recuperation. Training with Quinn and Duncan, learning even more martial arts. Learning how to live unobtrusively among mortals. She�d worried about Mike, her mother, her training. But she never realized she�d needed to worry about Henry. She rubbed his chest, and rested her forehead on the back of his head and said, �I�m sorry.�
�You�ve done nothing to be sorry for.� He spoke so quietly she almost couldn�t hear him.
�Yes I have. I was so busy worrying about Mike, I didn�t realize you hurt, too. You were Vampire. I took you at your word that you were fine, and I should�ve known better.�
�It was easier knowing Mike would be all right. That you were in good hands with Quinn as your teacher.� This time, she did hear him sigh.
�But you shouldn�t have had to bear it alone.� She turned him around to face her, �and that�s my fault. But I�m here now.� She cupped his long face in both her hands. You�ll never have to bear it alone again. I promise.� She smiled and leaned to kiss his cheek. �You�ll never be rid of me. If you still want me here.�

With those words, Henry pulled her so close there was almost no air between their bodies.
�Still? Vicki, I never stopped, not for one heartbeat.. Jesu, I used to lie in bed in the morning, waiting for the sun to put me to sleep and think that that night would be the one where I went to the roof and faced the east, waiting for sunrise. Sometimes it felt like that would be the only way to make the pain stop.�

She moved her hands to his shoulders and shook him as hard as she could, �You are never to say that again. Do you understand me? NEVER!!� Tears welled in her eyes. �Mike�s gone. That�s hard enough. If you left my life, that would be the end of me. Even when I couldn�t see you, I knew you were there. And that kept me sane. I took a head because someone threatened you.� She didn�t realize her voice was growing louder. �Don�t ever think you�re not important to me. Immortality would mean less than nothing without you. Do you understand?� Her blue eyes met his green. �Promise me. I want your word.�

�That�s an easy promise to keep, milady.� Now his fingers reached up to trace her features, reveling in the fact that she was here, with him. Patience had been rewarded. The next words were almost lost as he spoke them into her mouth, �An easy vow to keep.�

His mouth fell on hers, the longing that kept him close to her through the years finally released. His hands moved behind her back, and hers behind his. The next minute was a flurry of clothing being torn from bodies. They had ached with a hunger that had waited for years to be completely fed. For possession to become real. Kisses were deep and long, hands moving over bodies. Reacquainting themselves with the feel of naked skin, sweat and tongue. Vicki felt a rush of air and when she opened her eyes, she and Henry were standing on the bed. She grinned. �Got something new you want to try? I don�t see a swing or anything.�

The laughter that came from Henry filled the room. �No, no swing. I didn�t want to let you go and I would�ve had to if I was going to lay you down.� He kneeled in front of her, �And I want to see you, all of you.� His hands gripped her hips, and his tongue started up from her inner thigh, licking, smelling her. It had been too long. It was like he had been set free. He reached her center and inhaled. My Victoria, how I�ve missed your taste. His tongue darted out, touching her center, licking at it. He growled and felt the shiver run up her legs to her slit. Heard her whisper, �Finally, Home� The sound drove him further into her, moving his fingers to part her so there was no obstruction between him and what he wanted, had wanted for so long. His tongue firmly in place, his hands rose to cup her breasts, thumbs moving in circles. The nipples rose and he could almost touch the blood running through her. She was waiting for him, ready. He stood and they fell onto the bed. He never let her go, even while his mouth savaged her breasts, his hands moving over her, creating a friction that began to build to her orgasm. She reached for him. �Not yet, my love. Not just yet.� He moved his mouth to her throat, his tongue tracing the line of the vein that called his name. He lay over her poised to enter and when he reached the entrance, his teeth met skin, pierced her vein and they moved together. Rocking slowly, Vicki�s breath gasping. She had missed this, had felt a part of her was gone for so long. It was back now and she was never letting go again.
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