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“I don’t wanna die.”
Guy knew he was fucked the second his mouth uttered those last shaky syllables—death, what a joke! If he were nudged off of the thin ledge of his sanity, he might’ve laughed at himself. But fear held him back. Fear drew out a thin sheen of tears over his eyes and a quivering lip. Fear paralyzed his hands and shot down any thought of fighting back against Jasper. Yes, of course it was fear. Fear was the overwhelming, dominating consensus his consciousness came up with. What bubbled underneath that gilded layer, what ordered his passive response to being thrown onto the floor, what bared his neck to a hungry, ancient vampire, he didn’t know.
Jasper’s head turned to face Guy again. His lips were shiny with spit, and his pupils oscillated between needle thin and wide enough to reflect Guy’s glistening cheeks. For being a vampire, Jasper’s hands burned straight through Guy’s jacket. He wanted more. More of what, he didn’t know. More than life. More than death. He wanted the warmth to be endless.
A drop of spit collected on his lips and a flashing thought passed through Guy’s mind–what would it taste like? Would his spit have the same buzzing effect on his tongue like the blood had on his forehead? A shiver passed through his spine and he made a conscious effort to keep his hips glued against the concrete.
“‘You don’t wanna die?’” Jasper mocked, imitating Guy’s shaky voice. “I could kill you right now”—he pulled Guy’s hair, shook his head violently, earning a shout—“and you’d still lie to me!”
He dragged a clawed hand down Guy’s cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. Guy squirmed, biting down on his tongue to stifle a whine. God. His knee was so close to his—if he so much as shifted down an inch, he’d—
“I’ve spoiled you. You don’t respect me.”
His fangs are out. He’s gonna kill me, I’m bleeding and his fangs are out, and they’re sharp, really fucking sharp. How bad would it hurt? Would it hurt? Maybe it’d feel good. Could it? Could he make it feel good?
Guy’s breathing slowed for the first, and hopefully, only time that night. Jolts of anticipation and pure need shot through his spine. He was looking at himself through Jasper’s eyes, watching his cheeks flush and tears build in his eyes. I look—
“—fucked,” Jasper finished with a laugh. “Yeah, you do.” With a calculating smile, Jasper pressed his knee to Guy’s clothed crotch.
Guy gasped and lifted his head to watch him with blown out eyes, his hands pawing against his chest. The pressure spread throughout his body in crashing waves of electricity, the hair on the back of his neck sticking up and his knees spreading wider, begging for more. He shook his head. “Wait–”
“You’re gonna get what you want, because I’m so generous and you…you look like you need it. You’re gonna have to work for it, though.”
Guy dropped his head with a bang, his hardening dick overpowering any sense of pain. “I don’t need it. You attacked me! You’re on me right now, yeah?” His voice was whiny and breathless, like he wrestled for each intake of air. His hips betrayed him and shifted a blowing inch, wincing as the pressure intensified.
“So I should just kill you, huh?”
“...No?”
Jasper laughed again, his hand twitching towards Guy’s face. Guy flinched, the cut on his face still drying, and Jasper shushed him as he caressed his face with a brain-scrambling affection. “I forgot you need to be ordered. It’s in your nature.” He wretched Guy’s mouth wide open and spit, the droplet sliding down Guy’s tongue like cough syrup. “Move.”
Guy swallowed without another thought, running on instinct, and groaned. His hips moved slowly, a short thrust up then down, little gasps escaping his mouth through his gaping mouth. He could sob. It’s just a knee, get a grip! His tailbone clicked against the concrete. Jasper shifted his knee back no more than an inch, but Guy felt it and shook his head. The pleasure wasn’t enough, barely brushing against him, but the threat loud enough to excite him. He wanted it all. He was greedy and impatient and desperate for Jasper to rip off his clothes and treat him like he deserved. Like a slut, like he was beautiful and was meant to be destroyed beyond repair. He wanted to leave the garage limping and brainless, at last deaf to the incessant whispers of passerbys.
“I can’t, I can’t, I haven’t done this before. Do more! I need more.”
Jasper’s knee twitched, which was all the warning Guy received before Jasper slapped him across the cheek. The impact was cold for a moment, then scalding. He cried out and his hips jolted up. A coil squeezed in his lower stomach. “You take what I give you, or you’re getting nothing. I won’t tell you again. Be good, and you’ll be rewarded.”
A noise exploded behind Guy’s ears as he began moving his hips with a scowl, and he realized with a wave of embarrassment the noise was him. He’d never heard himself sound so erotic before, not with Keves, or any woman, or any man for that matter. Frankly, he was never one for foreplay—he rushed to penetration, he felt most alive during it, and he liked reaching ecstasy quickly. Sex had to be a quick endeavor, otherwise shame would creep back in as the hours passed, and he’d be able to listen to the other person’s thoughts. Is he enjoying this? a girl a year older than him thought after their fumbling, squeaky prom. Guy figured he’d kiss her once they were alone in the parking lot, then they were making out, and then she pulled him into the backseat and got on top of him. Should I pretend? Guy was so humiliated he softened and told her he came and wanted to drive her home. She posed no argument.
Now, though, shame was a concept so far removed its existence seemed like a myth. Guy’s hips twitched wildly, his cock leaking against his thin boxers. All the layers only turned him on more. He was humping a God-knows-how-old vampire’s leg like a dog in heat. The jut of Jasper's bone against his hardened flesh was a euphoria peerless to all his sexual encounters and meds combined. He recounted the few pornos he watched, more time spent in awe at the crude, wild expression on the actors faces than actually getting off. He knew he must look like them now, his hair wild and frizzy, his face shiny with tears and drying spit. A flush that ran through his body, sweat collecting beneath all his layers despite how cold the night had been. Sharing heat, sharing air, finally breathing. Moaning and whining, mouth dropping open then snapping shut. He wanted Jasper’s fingers, nails and all, in his mouth, on his dick, in him. He wanted all the pain that made Jasper so alluring. He’d gag on his fingers, do his best to take them all, and thank him for being so thoughtful. Be thrown away and smacked like a fuck-toy then praised in flowery poems for all eternity.
His back arched towards the ceiling, smiling when Jasper groaned above him. Guy kept his mouth open, enticing Jasper, little moans and half formed cries of “Jasper” getting punched out of him with each hard jolt of his hips. On one of his cries, his voice broke, and Jasper finally applied more pressure, grinding his knee in small, barely there circles. Guy bobbed his head, fists twitching at his sides. He hasn’t been told he could touch Jasper, and he would cry if his orgasm were delayed any longer.
“Please,” he begged, though he didn’t know what he was asking for. He’d wanted so much just a moment ago, but his brain was mush. His legs were burning from the exertion. His voice rubbed raw from how unpredictably vocal he was being. “So good, it’s so—mhm— good.”
Jasper tutted and rubbed his thumb on Guy’s lips. Guy swallowed him eagerly, swirling his tongue and grazing his teeth against his cold skin. He moaned as he did so, drool pooling on the corner of his mouth, his nose flaring.
Jasper let out a shaky breath. “You’re so loud. Think the Talamasca’s watching you squeal like a whore, baby? Hm?”
Guy nodded, sucking harder. His brows furrowed and he forced his eyes open to stare into Jasper’s all-seeing blue eyes. Bite me, bite me, bite me. Take anything you want, take all I am, it’s all yours anyway. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours. I’ve always been yours. Just take it back. He ground his hips just above Jasper’s knee, crying out and throwing his head back, Jasper’s thumb slipping out of Guy’s mouth. Jasper trailed the spit-soaked thumb down the apple of Guy’s throat, digging in so slightly and mindlessly, just to test the sensitivity of his throat. Guy swallowed and bared his neck further.
You cannot possibly understand what you’re saying.
Finally! With a final ruined sigh, Jasper ran his pointer finger down Guy’s chest, ripping the threads of his buttons. Huffing with impatience, Jasper ripped the shirt and jacket off Guy, who whined as the cold air harassed his hot chest. He wiggled, his hips stilling in anticipation.
Guy watched an array of emotions flicker through Jasper’s face, his eyes moving up and down Guy’s heaving chest. He seemed to count his ribs, memorize all the beauty-marks scattered throughout his chest, salivate at the fine hair peaking through the waistband of his jeans. Jasper’s head dipped and licked a long stripe from his navel to his chin. Guy’s breath hitched and arched up, the bulge in Jasper’s jeans jarring against his sternum. Jasper leaned in and, after licking a ticklish spot behind Guy’s ear, whispered, “you stopped moving. Are you disobeying me?”
“I’ll move if you promise to bite me.” He tried to frown, harden his expression into something less submissive and more confident. “Please.”
“Bartering with me?” he hummed, amused. “You overestimate your agency, and it’ll leave you in an elevator with a half-hard dick.”
“You’re amused,” Guy gasped out, “by my struggle. It’s in your nature, yeah?”
Jasper blinked, quick and seemingly insignificant, but Guy caught the flash of frustration in his usually composed countenance. A crack in his shield. The predator he is and always has been, hastily camouflaged in deer skin. “My nature? Astute as always. But your cleverness gets you nowhere.” He shoved his middle and ring finger into Guy’s mouth and pressed down. Guy lurched and gagged, tears springing in his eyes. He was less delicate with his nails scraping against the roof of his mouth. Guy, the good boy that he tried to be, sucked with hunger. Met Jasper’s viciousness with years of repressed carnal fantasies. He kept his knee just of out reach of Guy’s weeping cock and fucked into his mouth. Spreading his fingers, shoving them as far down as they can go, Guy spluttering and trying to push them out with his tongue and failing. His skin tasted salty, undertones of iron. Blood. Vampires sweat blood. Cry blood. Cum blood. He’s feeding me his blood.
Guy bit down, high on the hints of Jasper. Before Jasper recognized the sound of breaking skin, Guy suckled on the droplets of blood sprouting from his middle finger.
Jasper snatched his hand away and looked down with blown out eyes. He squeezed Guy’s face with his dry hand—always the gentleman—as Guy’s eyes glazed over.
Guy prepared for another blow. He wiggled in excitement? Fear? His body seemed to decide what he was feeling ever since he was thrown onto the garage floor. Squeezing his eyes shut, his fists tightened, making no effort to fight back. How else could he prove he could handle it? He could handle all his fury, his predator instinct, his blood-lust. Guy could match it, he was already nearing that land of no return, if only he’d bite him. Bite me, do it, do it, do it!
“Did you like it?” Jasper asked instead, releasing his hold on Guy. His breath warmed Guy’s cheek, a gentle brush soothing to the red mark against his face.
Guy’s eyes snapped open, nodding his head like an addict. Well, he was one, now. “Yes. I liked it. I loved it. I need more.”
Jasper seemed to think of something, the betrayal plaguing his eyes chipping away to reveal a great sorrow. A hope. Which was worse? His lip trembled as he bared his teeth, his fangs sharpening. Guy’s breathing picked up and he couldn’t blink. He’d seen them before, in a flash on the car-ride to the garage. Seeing them at such closeness—he could trace the point with his finger if he dared to move—was a beauty.
“Do you still like it?”
Guy nodded, his movements sluggish and mesmerized. “Yes.”
Jasper’s eyes fluttered shut, and his teeth catched on his lip, digging down until a steady supply of blood streamed down the curve on his lower lip and onto his chin. Two puncture wounds, just for Guy. All for Guy.
Guy clasped a hand in Jasper’s hair, rubbing his thumb into his scalp, and pulled him down for a hard kiss. Guy shuddered, his arms wrapping around Jasper’s neck. Jasper allowed Guy to lip the wounds, suck on them, his mouth dropping open wider and wider. It was a lazy kiss, hunger tinging against the edges, too much spit and tongue on Guy’s end, but intoxicated. A gentle pause in their violence. A disarming and necessary break from their wild passion. Ointment to their wounds. Once Guy began clawing at Jasper’s back as best as he could, his hips rolling faintly, Jasper woke up. Jasper bit down on Guy’s lips until blood spilled, a hiss escaping Guy’s mouth. Jasper restrained himself from indulging further in his sweet blood however, pulling back to spread Guy’s knees apart and sitting back on his haunches. He ran his hands down the sides of Guy’s torso, pressing lightly on his sternum with his nail.
Guy whined, threw his head back, and licked the wounds on his lips, still bleeding steadily. Goosebumps covered his entire flushed body. His sweat glistened in the faint blue light of the garage, painting his skin an almost sickly color.
“I won’t turn you tonight,” Jasper began, his fingers dancing along the waistband of Guy’s jeans. “We’re not fucking tonight either.”
“Ugh,” Guy groaned, shaking his head.
“My nails aren’t clipped.”
“I don’t care.”
“You will care.” His hand squeezed Guy’s waist again, his other on the concrete next to him, and lifted himself up to settle between Guy’s legs, his clothed crotch pressed against Guy’s. His deep groan mixed with Guy’s punched out moan. Jasper moved first this time, his thrusts deep and unforgiving, enough to send paralyzing sparks up and down Guy’s spine. Guy could barely handle it. He felt like all the air was being pulled out of his lungs with a hook, his limbs losing all sensation, his mouth unable to voice anything but cries and moans and whines. His toes curled, feet twitching and pushing against the concrete. He didn’t want to escape, he wanted to slow down, he wanted to be tortured against the floor. He forgot why he had trusted anyone but Jasper. He forgot his life before meeting him, watching little specks of blood build on his creased forehead. His cock begged to be released from the harsh constraining jeans but Jasper, aware as he was, refused. To make matters worse, when Guy tore his wet eyes away from Jasper’s and peered at their colliding bodies out of morbid curiosity, he actually whimpered. It looked like Jasper was fucking him. Jasper, dipping into Guy’s mind, laughed and brought his hands to Guy’s waist, his thumbs pressing down on Guy’s navel. Guy squirmed and slammed his palms against the concrete, blabbering some plea lost in the mush of his worthless tongue. Each thrust echoed throughout his body up to his throat, scrambling his brains.
“Just fuck me,” Guy sobbed, tears actually springing to his eyes. Holy shit, what’s wrong with me? Am I actually crying? What the fuck? What the fuck? This is so humiliating, I can’t believe this. Is he listening? “Oh God—I’ll do anything! I can take it, I swear.” The already pleasure was tipping towards unbearable and he dragged his hand down his face, held onto Jasper’s forearms, then the floor again.
Jasper let a groan slip, his hips twitching. He licked away Guy’s tears and placed a soft kiss to his temple, raking a hand through the mess of hair against the concrete. “You’re not ready—”
“I am!”
“—and it’ll hurt you—”
“—I’ve been saying I don’t care—”
“—I will fuck you at home if you tell me who the girl is,” Jasper whispered in Guy’s ear, his hips stilling.
Guy blinked at him, squinting in confusion. “Girl?”
“The girl in the trunk.” He punctuated his last words with a thrust, dragging his hand from Guy’s stomach to his perky nipples and rubbing against them. Guy moaned, grasping for leverage against Jasper’s back. “The reason why you’ve been digging in my head in the car. It’s ‘cause of her, no?”
Guy sighed as Jasper dipped his head to lick at his right nipple in soothing circles. “Doris,” he whispered, threading his fingers in Jasper’s gray hair. It was coarse, the hair closer to the back of his neck softer. His imagination ran with it: would the hair trailing to his dick be gray as well? Fully white? A fading black? What did he smell like? How big— “A witch. Mhm. I don’t know what she wants.”
Jasper pinched Guy’s nipple in gratitude and moved to the next. “But you trusted her.”
“I guess.”
“We’ll work on that.” He sucked a hickey just above his left nipple, human teeth grazing his skin, his finger working nimbly on the flushed bud. Guy whined and Jasper ran a knuckle down his ribs, his free hand dipping in and out of his waistband teasingly. “You’ve been good. Not great. We’ll work on that, too. Just focus on me.”
He sucked hickeys all throughout his torso, paying extra attention to his beauty marks. The wet spot in his underwear was uncomfortable and spreading, moisture dripping down to his hipbone where his cock was trapped. Jasper moved slower now, but more intentional. Each thrust brought him closer to release, and each break between the thrusts pulled him away. He was awfully cunning, awfully Jasper. Guy’s body was completely limp, his fingers occasionally dancing along Jasper’s hair, wafting the fading cologne and iron-rich sweat. His body was exhausted and shivering, completely at mercy to Jasper’s endeavors. A great weight lifting off his trachea with each thrust, each lick, each pinch against the soft flesh on his stomach. All he could hear were the soft, unnecessary breaths leaving Jasper’s lungs and enmeshing with Guy’s heavy ones. His knees jolted and the muscles on his side spasmed. His blinks slowed and he felt the horrible sensation of sleep looming above him.
“Jasper,” he groaned, half-lucid. “More.”
Jasper seemed to be brought back to the situation in his hands with a loud pop off his skin. He followed the litany of hickeys and bruises decorating Guy’s chest with his nail, smiling up at him. “You look great like this.”
Guy ground up towards Jasper’s groin, whining at the impact and sudden intensity of the once lazy pleasure. Jasper met his hips with a cruel grind. He pushed Guy’s hips down , fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, and ended up breaking the flimsy metal. He was unapologetic and yanked down his boxers along with his awful pants, wasting no time swiping at the precum against Guy’s hair and cupping his red tip.
Guy gasped, his body thrumming, and the heat in his stomach exploded. His back arched in a violent jerk and his knees thunked against Jasper’s side. He shuddered, half-expecting the torture to leave his body through the long ribbons of cum that painted his chest. Of course it didn’t, not with Jasper. He cried out and shook his head back and forth as Jasper dropped his still-clothed dick on Guy’s weeping one. He thrusted despite Guy’s feeble protests.
“Hurts,” Guy managed out between whimpers.
Jasper dragged a finger through the ropes of cum on Guy’s chest, some reaching to his chin. Jesus. He didn’t care. He brought his coated finger to his mouth and sucked, eyes fluttering shut and hips jerking. Guy’s mouth dropped open at the sight, blood filling his dick again, fresh arousal softening his overstimulation. Jasper’s fangs dropped again, breaking the skin on his finger. Blood mixed with Guy’s cum and they both moaned. Guy was salivating. Could humans be hungrier than vampires? Jasper gaped, blood tinting his lips, and dove down to Guy’s lips. They kissed with a hunger unmatched by either species. Somewhere between the biting and licking, heady gasps and whimpers, Jasper’s hand dipped down to tug off his jeans and release his cock, bringing it down to Guy’s in his wet hand. Guy’s mouth fell open, legs shaking and tears falling down his temples. Jasper kept his mouth on Guy’s. His thrusts grew shakier and careless with the heat of Guy’s cock, hand twisting around both their tips. Jasper was bigger, and though Guy’s was a decent size—some would say veering towards the above average side—Jasper’s seemed to swallow his. Girthier and heavier, beads of red precum growing larger on his tip and gifting them with a blissful glide. A familiar heat tightened in his stomach. They were moaning into each other’s mouth, Guy’s tongue grazing Jasper’s fangs over and over until they finally caught. Guy’s blood dripping onto Jasper’s lips was the final push he needed, breath catching in his throat and hand jerking through his orgasm. Guy unlatched his mouth from Jasper’s to watch as the red cum pooled into the dip below his sternum and grazed his navel. Jasper’s hand kept working Guy’s dick shakily, cock resting on his hip. He could reach far inside him, maybe bulging against his stomach. That image, along with a harsh squeeze on Guy’s tip, brought him over the edge with a theatric arch of his back. He gasped, his body convulsing and his world went dark. Maybe he shut his eyes, maybe he passed out, but when he could see again, Jasper was licking their mixed cum off his chest again, both of their dicks tucked away in their pants.
Guy shivered and raked his fingers through Jasper’s hair, bringing his attention back to him.
“You’re a little freak,” Jasper joked, flicking one of his nipples. Guy swatted his hand away with a petulant glower. “I’ll take you home, yeah?”
“Your home?”
Jasper nodded, playing with the soft flesh of Guy’s earlobe. “Of course. Can’t take that car, though.”
The car? Guy shot up, forehead bumping against Jasper’s nose. “Shit!”
“She’ll be fine,” Jasper winced, holding his nose, his free hand buttoning Guy’s jacket over his bare chest. “We should leave quickly, though.”
Guy glared at Jasper, cheeks red with embarrassment. He scrambled up to his feet, hand rubbing against the bruises on his back with a wince, and tugged Jasper along by the collar of his jacket. “You’re not moving quick enough,” he hissed.
Jasper laughed and allowed Jasper to drag him through the garage before placing a soothing hand on the small of his back. “We’re fine. Once you become my companion, you’ll forget all the trivial customs of society. As long as it’s what you want.”
Guy turned to him. The cold air of London soothed the faint burn on his cheek and the bruises over his body. “Of course it is.”
“That means forever. An eternity with me.”
Guy nodded again. “I know. Where else would I want to be?”