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Happy New Year to @writerman! For the Twilight Secret Gift Exchange you asked for something on Garrett/Aro, so here is a ficlet just for you :) It's set just after the end of Breaking Dawn.

pairing: Garrett/Aro

word count: 2.7K

rating: T

warnings: none

Thank you @twilight-secret-gift-exchange for arranging this event!

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Downfall

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March 19, 2007

The Shrine of St. Marcus of Blessed Memory

Volterra

"He is not coming, Aro."

"He will come."

Marcus was already weary of speech. He reached out a withered hand and Aro gratefully seized it.

He is not coming. I told you—he is clearly allied with the Cullens now. Do you doubt my gift at last, Brother?

Aro frowned and scanned the horizon again. The church lay quiet; the hills stood unmoved; the Tuscan countryside at their feet hummed with human comings and goings, oblivious to the fragrant trails left by immortals who had come and gone during the night.

In recent centuries, the flow of pilgrims had slowed to a trickle. Fewer than ten subjects had come to present themselves on St. Marcus's Day last year; the trial held for Edward and his human had been the more interesting attraction by far. But after the upheaval in the United States this past winter, nomads and covens had suddenly remembered to come renew their oaths on the appointed day. At least some had. Some were conspicuous in their absence.

Change was in the air. And how wonderfully delicious was its aroma! Aro closed his eyes and breathed in the cold scents of fading winter, carefully teasing out each one and reveling in it. So rarely now did he venture outside… so ready he was for everything to change, to smell new lands with his own nose. To be free of obligation, free of the greed that had consumed him for so long. To at last surrender himself to love instead of trying to control it. Marcus might not sense it yet, seeing only the outstretched arms of Aro's half of the bond, but Garrett would come. He was sure of it.

"I believe you," he said aloud to Marcus. "I expect no different."

Then why the risk? He may not come alone. I will fight to the death, but Chelsea's gift is not quick enough to—

Aro abruptly pulled his hand away, cutting off Marcus's feed midsentence. "Sometimes, Brother," he said testily, "I think you have lost your sense of adventure." It was a cruel thing to say, and he knew it. At least these cruelties would soon come to an end.

Chelsea glanced at both her masters in turn, undisturbed by the mystery. She had heard only halves of Aro's conversations for three thousand years.

"Try again, Master," she suggested. Marcus closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head.

They did not speak again. The stars began to fade away, each in its turn. When the eastern sky took on the first hint of warmth, Aro's confidence began to falter. Garrett had always come before sunrise on St. Marcus's Day before. What if he had changed after all? What if his yellow-eyed friends had turned not only his head, but also his heart?

For the hundred thousandth time since their return home ten weeks ago, the image of Garrett holding onto Kate for dear life—Kate, of all cursed immortals!—burned hot in Aro's memory. If we live through this, Garrett had told her, I'll follow you anywhere, woman.

Aro had turned the puzzle over in his mind again and again. Garrett had chosen those words with painful precision—they'd clearly been meant for Aro's ears. The very same words had been spoken by Aro himself a mere two centuries ago, the day he'd held Garrett in his arms and sworn to surrender his rule when the time was right. When he'd promised they would be together someday, assuming they both survived the war that was coming. He'd been shocked to discover that he meant it. If we live through it, he had sworn, I'll follow you anywhere.

Had Garrett thrown those words back in his face? A dagger under the ribs to punctuate his seditious speech? Or had it been a promise, bestowed on the only proxy Garrett could afford to use? What if—

"He comes," Marcus said.

"Where?" Aro cried, looking around.

Chelsea strained to sense the closing bond in every direction, but Marcus pointed toward the breaking dawn without hesitation. "Just there," he said.

Aro waited for Garrett to come to him as he always did. He shook out his robes until they settled into perfection and touched Marcus's hand three more times to snatch what insight he could. At last, the bittersweetness of Garrett's scent filled the air. Aro inched forward but held his ground. A moment later, the nomad's loping gait moved in stark relief against the glowing sun. The orange-gold eyes were a disturbing new feature, but everything else was unchanged. The long, sandy hair pulled back, the careless grin, the frayed leather coat, the restless twitch of an adventurous spirit.

Garrett frowned when he saw they were not alone. "What's this?" he asked as he drew close.

Aro took a breath to calm himself, clasping his hands behind his back so they would not betray his eagerness. "These are the two who know of us," he answered. "They insisted on coming to protect me from what is doubtless an attempt at assassination. And I insisted they come to show you—and them—that I am still in earnest."

"Assassination?" The grin was back. "What an interesting idea. Maybe I'll give that a try."

"Or perhaps I have brought them so I can end this threat to… what did you call it? My quest for domination?"

The barbs continued in the old comfortable way, drawing more alarmed looks from Chelsea and Marcus with every threat that was exchanged. They could sense that Aro was safe, but the words did not match the mood. How could they know it was a dance?

"I have information," Garrett said at last. "But for your ears alone. And especially not hers," he added fiercely, glaring at Chelsea. "I've learned enough about that one to ensure I never want to see her face again."

Chelsea waited for Aro's dismissal and promptly withdrew. Marcus followed.

"A kingmaker gift," Garrett scoffed once they were alone. "There can be no free world with that kind of power in it. Why didn't you tell me what she was?"

"I'm very happy to see you, too," Aro sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Garrett said again. He made no move to come closer. "Have you used her on me like you have on all your sycophantic drones?"

"If I had, do you think you would have been able to accuse me in front of such a volatile assembly? You very nearly got us both killed."

"Fair point." Garrett's hand twitched toward Aro, but he stood his ground. "I'll give you my thoughts," he said in a lower voice. "I'll give you everything. But first you must know: I meant every word I said."

"I know of your alliances. The time has come."

"You're ready for this? Truly?"

Aro took one step closer. "Haven't I sworn it? You said you would have me dethroned or you wouldn't have me at all. But perhaps you have sworn other oaths since last we touched."

"They are my friends, Aro."

"I am thinking of one friend in particular."

Garrett laughed freely. "Oh, I see. You're jealous." He reached back and pulled the leather thong from his hair. "Come closer—her scent is still on me. Can you smell it?" He ruffled his hair in Aro's direction.

"You mock me."

"I'm not the one who still keeps a queen, who visits her bed every night when you swore—"

"The time has not yet come!" Aro hissed.

"That's not what you said a moment ago."

"Do you think it is easy, letting my empire run out through my fingers? For one such as you?!"

Garrett took another step closer, fuming. "Such as what? A filthy nomad? Is that all I am again, now that it comes to it?"

"I never said—you know I—come here, you unnaturally tall idiot of an assassin!"

Garrett closed the distance in a flash and his hands gripped Aro's robed shoulders hard enough to easily rend the flesh. For one thrilling second, Aro stared up into the strange yellow eyes and wondered if this was death after all—until Garrett's gentle, scratchy kiss met his lips and the thoughts came pouring in. Everything Garrett had said and done since their last meeting, every rebellious whisper, every adventure, every new alliance. And not once had Aro left his thoughts.

"Oh, my beloved," Aro whispered in relief at last. His eyes darted back and forth, blindly, at an impossible speed. Garrett waited patiently, frozen, until the barrage of thoughts ended and they were caught up.

"There, you see?" he said softly.

"If only I could share with you in this way, "Aro sighed. He finally rested against Garrett's chest, linking fingers so he could experience each thought in real time. "I have traveled every road with you now. I have felt your zeal for the revolution that is coming. I have even shared every kiss," he added with a chuckle.

Garrett smiled against Aro's mussed hair. "I told you, you're jealous."

"Shouldn't I be? You love her."

"I do."

"But not like you love me."

"No. But we both need comfort, and she is making me a better person."

"It sounds horrible."

"Oh, it is."

"And your eyes are hideous."

"Aren't they, though? I wonder what they would look like on you…"

Much of the morning passed in this way, with teasing and accusations and little whispered words of assurance to soothe the mistrust that would plague them until the war's end. They combed together through Garrett's recent travels and experiences. Aro shared all the news from Volterra and the wider vampire world. Garrett went through every detail he had observed as much as he could while staying with the Cullens. They considered nomads and covens and powerful gifts together and plotted the demise of the Volturi.

Never had two enemies rested in each other's arms so happily under their favorite tree, tyrant and traitor, as they guessed who would side with whom in the war to come, who would need to be killed, and in what order, and who might be spared, and who would be vital for the success of several possible battles. Who might fill the vacuum of power and whether it would be a paradise or a disaster. Whenever they ran out of things to say, they drew even closer and shared in love without words.

Night came again, and they spoke of their own plans: adventures that might be had, once it was all over. Places they wished to go, minds for Aro to touch. Then they drifted lazily back into their memories of 18th century Boston, to the night on which they had first met. Garrett had been an unruly newborn with an absent creator, captured and condemned for committing crimes he'd never been taught about. Aro had joined Caius and his cohort on that journey, curious about the new little nation trying to birth itself. He had taken Garrett's hand as a matter of procedure with little interest in his fate… and found himself staring into the soul of a man who pitied him. One glance, and Garrett could see that Aro was a man who ached to be free of intrigue, who was ready to escape the powerful throne he'd chained himself to. One touch, and Aro knew hope for the first time in a thousand years. The familiar banter began.

"You would have thought anything to get the noose off your neck," Aro mused.

"No doubt. And you would have fallen in love with the first foolhardy idiot who came along."

"No doubt."

They paused to watch the sunrise. Aro thought of all the sorrow that was to come and ached for it to already be past. "Can't we just run away right now?" he murmured.

"Aro," Garrett sighed. "A lot of people are already going to die so we can be together—so I can bring about a better world for our kind. I want to destroy as little as possible. Leaving Caius in charge is not the way."

"I will end him myself when the time comes," Aro said. "Poor Caius. I owe him that much."

"And Marcus?"

Aro sighed deeply. Marcus had been his first friend, his true brother. And all of Marcus's suffering was his own doing—just another thread of poison in the web he'd woven to stay in power this long. Another thing he was too afraid to share with Garrett. "I will give Marcus whatever he asks. If he chooses to live, he will not seek power for himself." He tugged thoughtfully on the ends of Garrett's hair, ruminating. "When we faced each other across the snowy field in December, when everyone was so ready to fight, why did you not let it happen? I truly thought you wanted it—that was why I kept pushing."

Garrett shook his head. "Bella's shield is the key I've been looking for all this time. We'll need her to defeat you—and she wasn't ready. I also wanted to meet with you again first, to make sure of our plans."

"To make sure of my cooperation," Aro corrected gently.

"Yes. It's time for the Volturi to fall, regardless. But this way, I will do everything I can to ensure there will be one survivor." He kissed Aro's ear. "Besides," he said with a laugh and a shove as he stood up, "I thought you might like a few more months with your scrolls and your baths."

"The baths especially," Aro sighed, and he rose to his feet too.

"Oh, cheer up. We'll get a dog or something."

"You'd just eat it," Aro grumbled. Then he stilled. "Months? Not years?"

Garrett shrugged. "I need to take advantage of the revolutionary spirit I've stirred up. I'll send word when the force is gathered. The first battle will be centered around one of the Cullens' allies—I'll make sure Bella comes and Alice doesn't."

"Alice," Aro said wistfully.

I'm going to miss that gold digger's glint in your eye," Garrett said. "Really, I am. I can't fathom what it feels like to walk away, after all these years."

"It feels like freedom, I think," Aro said. They drew together one last time and Garrett bent down for a final, lingering kiss. Aro reached up and marveled anew at the stubble on the face he now loved more than power itself. Most male vampires either sculpted their beards to perfection or plucked everything away to be clean-shaven. Just another way Garrett did not fit any of the molds he was accustomed to casting—another way he could not be tamed. Another way to start over.

"We may never meet again," Garrett said when he pulled away. For once, the mischievous glint in his eye was dulled with sadness. "You know I can't promise."

Aro smiled. "I wouldn't have agreed if I wasn't ready to face that chance. And I am ready. My world has grown so stale I can no longer bear it. Something needs to change, and I am glad I have found something worth changing for—so very glad."

Garrett opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again to offer the careless grin Aro loved so much. He backed away, holding onto Aro's fingers as long as he could still reach them. When the link was broken, Aro closed his eyes tightly. He did not open them again until Garrett was gone. Perhaps it had all been a dream after all.

But there, in his hand, lay the crumpled leather thong that Garrett had taken from his hair.

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writerman · 1 year

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Bloodied Indecency- AroxAro

Requested by @beigesatin

NSFW- Contains, blood, gore and sexual themes that are explicit.

Read at your own risk! ☺️

I haven’t edited this I’ve literally just finished writing this on the train to Whitby so please enjoy 😂😅

If the formatting is fucky blame tumblr mobile and Google Docs!

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Oh, we've got you by the throat

Ha-ha-ha, all you wanna be...

“I see, we share a face, a certain taste… this is where our similarities end. Another bore to endure at the behest of a higher power.” Aro sighs as he speaks his thoughts aloud, while he is not alone the words are not for the onlookers.

“What trick is this, you take my face and spit nonsense like bile.” The man below him, also Aro but from another life, another time… a universe so utterly identical in everything aside from the embellished flaws of men displayed like the feathers of peacock for all to marvel in awe at.

“Does the timbre of your voice match mine in intimate moments, I wonder?” There is a glint of interest in his eyes as he speaks to the man still trapped between his thighs as he straddles his identical counterpart

“What exactly are you implying is about to happen?”

Before either Aro could speak another word, a tired voice from the doorway interrupts, as does the sound of a lighter flaring to life and the first sensual crackling burn of a cigarette. The acrid smell of tobacco smoke fills the air almost instantly.

“He wants to know how you sound when you’re fuckin’.” Garrett exhales the deep lungful of smoke he had taken a second before speaking and flicks his dead-eyed gaze to the other Garrett.

“You’re a vampire, right?” This world’s Garrett, the other Garrett, the man identical to him in everything but the deathly pallor of his skin and the razor fangs, nods but doesn’t appear happy about it.

“Are you just gunna let him pin my husband down like that?”

Another deep inhale of cigarette smoke before he and his Aro share an empty half-crazed laugh. The room is hazy with the smoke now and their counterparts look uncomfortable, Aro more so, but he is being pinned to the bed by a vampire that somehow has strength in him that he could never hope of attaining for himself.

“Hey, I'm the only human in this room and you want me to wrestle a vampire off your husband? Just let him fuck him, otherwise, it’ll be worse for all of us.” No inflection in his voice as he continues to smoke and he doesn’t bother to grace vampire Garrett with his eye contact.

The cigarette is stubbed out on the stone wall, and the protests from one of the Aro’s go unnoticed, but he does watch with curiosity as other Garrett strides across the room toward the bed.

His hand is barely on Aro’s shoulder before he is blinking up at the ceiling and the dust of the stone floor is settling around him from the impact his body made with the ground.

“Told you…” Lighter flare, cigarette lit, and a long exhale before he decides to step over the vampire and take a seat by the shuttered window. “You should probably stay down there if you don’t want to see anything.”

His words are answered with a snarl but nothing more as the vampire gets ups from the floor brushing himself as he does so.

“Well, while you boys bond, I will take my time here with my… twin. Ahahaha!” Thrilled with his own joke Aro took no time in leaning down to press a deep and bruising kiss to the other’s lips, his fangs cutting into the soft flesh as the man below him struggled against his strength.

“You cannot hide your thoughts from me, you cannot hide what you want from yourself. You are an intelligent man are you not?” The kiss broke and blood and venom dripped from rapidly healing wounds as the man below him was mocked without mercy.

“I see everything inside you. I know you, I am you. Aro Volturi you see your own reflection in your own eyes. You are afraid of that which you see above you now but you are curious. Do you want to fuck me? I know that you do, you cannot hide your thoughts from yourself. I’ll tear you open and take it all from you and make you cum while I do it.”

There is the sound of fabric tearing, the dull whump! of clothing discarded to the floor before a surprised groan fills the air followed by the delighted hiss of pleasure.

“Are we just supposed to wait for them to be done?” The irritation in Garrett’s voice is mingled with a jealous pain that paints a picture of a bruised and bloody ego along with a heart straining to overcome something it has no control over.

“You don’t have to stick around, the choice is yours.” The cigarette other Garrett is smoking is nearly down to the filter again, though he isn’t paying attention.

Both men are steadfastly ignoring the moans coming from the bed, and the sound of a slick cunt being filled willingly after putting up very little fight.

“We… ah-! We are not the same.” Aro’s hands are gripping the sheets pulling them taut until they tear, but he was desperate to voice his observation.

“An obvious deviation from the template, yes. But a welcome one I am sure, as the moans you offer as supplication for your cock to be buried so deeply inside me give away your base desires as just as mine are.” He does not change his pace as he speaks, the slow rise and agonising slide down the throbbing length.

“Eloquent and yet staggeringly- ah! A-staggeringly vulgar.” It was surely hard for him to concentrate when the pleasure centres in his brain were on overdrive.

“Yes, I hear you from within. How much you want to cum inside me, claim me and perhaps I’ll let you.” A smile plays on his lips as he leans forward, hands on Aro’s chest, his nails digging into the pale flesh hard enough that blood wells up in the indents and slowly spills over leaving crimson trails over his skin.

His pleasure mingled with Aro’s as well as his underlying fear made for a heady mix. And soon his moans became louder, unstable like the howl of a terrible feral creature, his talon like nails digging deeper into other Aro’s skin, more blood wells up now a steady stream and moans become breathless and short.

“Oh, you enjoy this. We share the same tastes and the flavour is exquisite when I can taste it through another. You’re afraid and aroused, I can feel you’re on the edge…” The pace quickens and his grip is relinquished to lean back and paw at his clit uncaring for the rhythm as he chased his own pleasure.

“Make me cum, Aro. Fuck me hard the way you wish to, release your iron grip on decorum and lose your senses inside me.”

“This is unbearable-! How are you so calm about this?” Garrett is pacing by the door, he looks as though he is about to leave but feels too uneasy about the situation to allow his husband to leave his line of sight.

The conversation they would have after this would be a strange one, interesting to anyone on the outside looking in but painful for the two of them.

“You’re getting all worked up over nothing. It’s just sex, it’s meaningless, and I’m calm because I don’t give a fuck what he does. This is just who he is; a fucked up demon that follows any whim that comes to mind.

I mean, he doesn’t normally think with his cunt but I’m not really interested in how he thinks these days.” Another cigarette, and Garrett wants to tell the human version of himself to slow down to think of his health but it looks as though it would fall on deaf ears or… wilful apathy.

“Sure…” He turns away just in time to see other Aro beckoning his Garrett towards him and he hears the creak of the antique couch as the human dutifully obeys.

They share a kiss, hard and rough and when Garrett pulls away his lips are bloody but his pupils are blown wide and leans down to press another kiss to the cold lips he was so violently obsessed with.

“The cigarette smoke on your breath disgusts me, you disgust me, my lion,” Aro is purring his words as he continues to ride his doppelgänger into the mattress.

“Aro, fuck you.”

“Later, I’m not quite done here, my lion.”

The exchange over, Garrett moves back to his seat but he is restless now, his skin is flushed and he fidgets clearly aroused but he doesn’t say anything and he keeps his gaze firmly on his Aro.

“I-I’m so close…”

“Cum inside me, make it worth it.”

The purr is still in his voice and he leans down once again to press a kiss Aro’s lips before sliding slender fingers around his neck and squeezing tight.

It did not seem to bother the Aro that is being pressed into the bed surrounded by torn bed sheets. It spurred him on and his hips buck without any sort of rhythm as he cums hard, the Aro above him finishing at the same time with a long groan, his hands still around Aro’s neck.

“Good they’re done. You guys can get ready to leave now.” Garrett was itching to retrieve his husband from the clutches of the feral clone that had so thoroughly fucked him.

“They’re not done.”

“But they both… you know?”

“They’re not done.” Garrett didn’t even look at that world's version of him as he spoke. Though, he wasn’t looking at the two Aro’s either, rather through them with a haunted expression mingled with the bored acceptance that what was to come to pass would be impossible to intervene in.

Aro’s hands tighten again and finally the man below him began to struggle, his hands clamped around his wrists in a bid to extract himself but to no avail.

“Oh do fight, it makes it much better for the both of us.”

A moment of silence before the sickening crack of bones and the wet sound of tearing flesh and veins pervaded the air.

The sound of such an indecent moan followed and both Garretts watched in horrified silence as Aro slid off the bed holding his twins head a loft with unhinged triumph.

“Hmmm a satisfying end for both of us, now we return home, my lion.”

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