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Alive. London was alive. Riddled with life at all hours no matter the time. It never faltered, never died. 

Then again staring at the walls of his shitty flat was gruelling. If the mind numbing boredom didn’t kill him first then the mould certainly would. 

Nowhere to go, not really. Way out of his depth in unfamiliar territory. The only person he had was himself. 

The moon hung high among a splattering of stars, peering down and reflected in the water, painted clear upon the still surface. 

Guy had been staring at it for the best part of half an hour, occasionally kicking small stones off the bridge to disrupt the perfectness of it all. Watching as the ripples carried out and out and out, disbanding into nothingness. 

Right then the moon was the closest thing he had to home. It saw everything, had been everywhere. Lighting up the night sky wherever it went. The only London face Guy truly knew. 

With a sigh he leant over, arms folded across the bannister. Fresh air was better than mould, and the canal was mostly peaceful. Thankful not to be overwhelmed by the static in his head. 

He had no idea what he was doing. Instead of a promising career in law he got whatever the hell this was. Great. 

A month ago if he had been told he’d be stalking vampires and infiltrating organisations he’d have laughed - and then promptly stayed clear of whoever had warned him. It was difficult not to feel fucked. 

Voices may have been dull, but the nightlife was not. Cars still littered the streets, the occasional shout and laughter. All the while Guy stood there with his old friend the moon. Sleepy canal boats bobbed where they lay tethered. Overgrown reeds sprouted from the bank. Perhaps if it was lighter he’d have seen how disgustingly murky the water really was. A mouthful of that would have landed him in hospital no doubt. Did the Talamasca cover travel insurance? 

Feeling expendable was never great. Ordered around like some kind of dog. Don’t contact us we’ll contact you. Stuck in London not knowing what to do with himself, no confirmation that anything he did was correct. Reliant on cryptic messages and burner phones. Impossible not to feel trapped. 

Guy ran fingers through his hair, allowing it to flop back into place. Of course he knew better than to be out at night, in general it was a new city, that alone put him in trouble. And then there were the vampires he had just so casually found out about. All sorts of creatures stalked the night. So overall he shouldn’t have been out, but there he was. Middle of the night, on his own stood on a bridge. 

If he died how long until he was replaced? What poor soul would follow in his footsteps? It was that which haunted him. How many had there been? Being the latest link in a chain, not knowing how far back it truly went. Everything about it made Guy sick to his stomach. 

Everyone who passed him on the bridge paid him no mind. Already having blended into the background. He supposed that was ideal. First step in tailing vampires. Cyclists rode past just wanting to get home, drunk people headed to the bar, lonely people looking to get laid. Over the years Guy realised it was home, hunger and sex which occupied most thoughts. Not that he made a habit of reading them, anything but. Doing everything within his power to expel them from his head. Only the older he got the less he fought. 

Another small stone broke the water, tumbling what only could have been a few feet, descending into the depths of the canal where it’d most likely reside forever.

If Guy didn’t know any better he’d have said he was alone. No one’s thoughts invading his, silence in his immediate surroundings, not so much as wind passing by. Only Guy knew it to be false. If something was too good to be true don’t ignore it, he had gathered that much from his time in London already. 

“I know you’re following me!” He called out passively into the dark as he spun, the railing dug against his lower back. “You might as well come out!” Eyes drawn to the tranquility of the shadows. 

“Caught on quick, not bad.” Yet Jasper managed to emerge from nothingness, it had Guy rolling his eyes. Not bothering to ask how long he’d been lurking. 

“What do you want?” Unamused.

“What do I want?” Almost offended. “Should be me asking you kid, being out here at this time and all.” 

“Well the only vampire I see is you,” Turning back around, gazing into the water once again. Jasper joined him, though maintained enough distance between them. “I’d hear them coming.”

“Unless word got out about your little trick, just food for thought.” 

“Why are you following me?” Not bothering to humour him. 

A beat passed. “Can’t have anything happening to the special boy.” 

That word ground Guy’s gears, doing his best to maintain an unbothered exterior. It was patronising, and downplayed his capability. Yet he said nothing.

“Besides,” Jasper carried on. “I need you, you need me. Maybe once we’re out of this mess I’ll take you for a drink, how about that?” Practically able to hear his grin. 

“I don’t need you, not as much as you need me.” 

“Oh yeah?” Clearly having struck a nerve. “Well how about you go back home for the night, sleep nice and tight. We’ll see how long it takes before something is pounding at your door.” 

“So what, you’re out here just fending them off like a Good Samaritan?”

“If that’s how you want to put it,” Jasper sighed. “I have knowledge you could only dream of, probably best to keep me on your good side.” 

And yeah, maybe he was right about that.

“C’mon, don’t be so miserable.” The vampire observed. 

“Reading my thoughts now?” Unimpressed. Guy always ensured he was careful, never wanting to have heard the voices anyway. It was invasive and rude. And for what? For his head to be dissected at any given moment by some creature? He was fucked. 

“No,” Rather abrupt. “You wear your emotions like a fucking mask, gotta work harder on covering that up if you want to be so secretive.” 

“I’m just in too deep.” Brashly he spoke his mind. Why was he even saying that? What did Jasper matter? Then again, did anything matter? For all Guy knew he could be dead by sunrise. 

“We all are.” Edging closer. Guy did his best not to look. The water. Eyes cast down into the water. Jasper’s proximity didn’t matter. Shouldn’t have mattered. 

“Wish I never agreed to come here, that’s all.” 

“It’s what they do,” Jasper’s light eyes burned hellishly into Guy’s peripheral. “You’re a pawn to them.” 

“Think I’ve gathered that much already.” 

“You’re smart, maybe you’re not like the rest.” 

“This you trying to feed me the I’m not like the others bullshit?” Unable to help his defensive attitude. It was a stressful subject. 

“Think the others had me watching their backs?” 

And Guy’s brows furrowed as he thought. Alright maybe that was an advantage. 

“Just think, maybe it ain’t all bad.” 

Desperately Guy ignored the twitching of the man’s mouth, the movement almost enough to provoke his eyeline. No. The water. The moonlight. The ripples. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. 

It was difficult waging a war within himself. Right there stood a vampire who could have happily ripped out his throat given a change of heart. And yet there was also someone who had shown him nothing but guidance. Provided more honesty than the Talamasca had. Charming, attractive, alluring. Guy had to be careful not to get caught in his web. This was a vampire. A presumably deceitful vampire who was only trying to better himself. 

Another step closer. 

Guy was frozen, adamant on not looking. Not needing to add whatever he felt to his already existing troubles. 

“So what? You can have the honours of ripping my face off instead?” 

Then there was that sound. That godforsaken sound. Jasper chuckled low from the hollow of his chest. “Think I’d do that? Harm such a pretty little thing?” 

Silence between them as Guy blushed. That rosy colour consumed his cheeks without mercy. An attribute he had always hated. His thoughts he could hide, sure, at least to an adequate degree. Knowing at least the very basics of blocking. That blush however was ruthless. 

“Something wrong?” Too smug for his own good. That bastard. “Can hear your heart beating like crazy.” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” And that was when Guy turned to address him, already having had enough of the games. A mistake. Jasper was close. Much closer than anticipated. The proximity startled Guy backwards a little. Fuck.  

To which Jasper raised his brows, quick and telling. “If I wanted to hurt you I’d have done so by now.” 

“How kind.” 

“Look, it’s no place for you being out at this time.” 

Guy just sighed. 

“Come back with me,” Jasper went on to say. “My guest room is probably the safest place for you.” So that was the motive. Fantastic. 

“Thanks, but I’m sure my own place will do just fine.” Going to sidestep the vampire and be on his way. Resigning himself to a night of untangling conflicted emotions. 

Only Jasper had other ideas, mimicking the action he blocked Guy’s path. “Why, does staying at a vampire’s make you nervous?” Still with that taunting grin. He knew. Of course he fucking knew.

“It’s just nice having my own bed.” A half lie. 

“Didn’t eat you last time, actually if I remember right I made you breakfast.” Unmoving. 

“Yeah well, doesn’t mean I’m not next on the menu.” Taking a step forwards with more certainty. But still Jasper didn’t budge. 

“And after all this time I thought you’d trust me,” They barely knew each other. “Remember what I said kid, unwelcome guests might come knocking.” Holding his gaze. Fuck. 

Guy’s head was a mess. His life already tipped on it’s axis, nothing made sense. Willingly going home with a vampire wasn’t the worst thing he had contemplated over the past few days. 

“Your call amigo.” Lingering.

As if Guy had any real choice. 

“Fine.” Throwing his hands up. 

“Knew you were a smart boy.” And only then did he move. 

Their footsteps fell into sync as they walked side by side. Though Guy was always alert, tabs kept through his periphery. It was a mess, the whole thing was a goddamn mess. 

As they approached those streets carved through bricks and concrete Guy’s head started to buzz. The occasional stray civilian’s thought wandered into his skull. It was that which warranted him to keep his head down, stare a hole at his feet with hands shoved deep in his pockets. They’d go away. Apart from they never did. But maybe right then could be different, will away the public voices which rang between his ears. 

All the while Jasper walked tall, his coat pulled tight. If he heard anything it didn’t bother him, descending further into the nightlife. Music, lights, voices. London never slept. 

“Y’know, you really gotta get control of yourself.” Jasper spoke, though continued staring straight ahead. 

“Think I’ve not tried?” Somewhat mumbled. 

“If you’re walking around like that all the time you’re gonna get clocked.” 

“Real reassuring, thanks.” Attempting to bite back his emotions.

“Anyone ever told you fake it ‘til you make it?” The vampire’s voice nonchalant.

“Kinda difficult when I have a radio station in my head.” 

“They really didn’t train you much, huh?” 

Guy stayed silent. 

“Thought the Talamasca would have better resources than that.” Offhandedly said to himself. 

“I had to get over here quick, it was just the necessities.” Why was that so humiliating to admit?

“And they think having some kid walking around who can’t control his own gift is a necessity?” 

It was getting louder. As they passed more pubs the volume of Guy’s own conscience lowered. Drowned in a sea of chatter. Usually it wasn’t as bad, perhaps stress had made everything worse? It was the only reasonable explanation. 

At least back at the penthouse was quiet, Guy knew that for certain. Sure, Jasper could just as well have been lying. Kill Guy the second he got through the door. But at least it would be a quiet death. And was that really so bad? 

Still he could not figure out why the vampire had taken such a liking to him. Unable to shake the thought that maybe he really was dinner. Though the idea of Jasper’s teeth at his neck did something. To have those fangs graze over his pulse, knowing each breath could very well be his last. Would it feel good? Most people passed out didn’t they? Was it like sleep? Maybe if Jasper bit down just right it’d feel good. 

Fuck he had to stop with that. His own thoughts weren’t as secure as he’d have hoped. Not only was it dangerous, giving what was essentially a predator even more potential leverage, but even if Jasper had been turned yesterday he was still too old for him. It felt wrong to take satisfaction from those thoughts. Should have been wrong. 

So instead Guy tried to focus his energy, pickpocket the Vampire’s mind. Not only for his own comfort, praying Jasper had heard nothing, but it was always nice to know whether he’d be sucked dry or not. 

At first it was just noise, unintelligible and incoherent. Really it was like sneaking out of the house, something Guy had done more than once as a teenager. Each footstep precise, knowing what wooden plank would tell, that slow turn of the lock, one hand flat against the door. 

Suddenly everything went quiet. That door slammed in Guy’s face. Bolted shut.

“Gonna have to do better than that,” Goaded, though something simmered behind those words. “You really don’t trust me, huh?” 

For a second Guy looked around, the streets almost back to dead. 

“You’re a vampire!” Of course that made trust difficult. 

“I’m not so different from you.”  

“You’re a fucking vampire.” Reiterated. 

“And I told you I won’t let you down. Just don’t lie to me.” 

They stopped. Both looking at one another in the dim amber light. 

Part of Guy felt bad. He knew how it was to be an outcast, was he any better right then? Jasper’s motives very well could have been what he had laid out. And then what? Guy was just some asshole, that was what. 

A sheepish look came over him. Unable to look the vampire in the eye. That action followed by a firm pat to his shoulder. It had Guy’s body jolting to life. 

“And don’t fuck with me either.” A couple more pats before his hand withdrew. And then the vampire started walking again, assured Guy would be right behind. Which he was. 

After that there was silence. Just the pair of them out on the street, no prodding of minds or conversation. All the time Guy’s heart thumped. He had been caught, foolishly. Lucky to get away with only a warning. Maybe he really was under qualified to be reading vampire minds. 

Whatever, he wouldn’t try it again. Or at least right away. 

The London Motherhouse came into view, Jasper sauntered towards it like he owned the place. Which wasn’t too far removed from the truth. All the while Guy’s head remained down, as if he had been taken home from a club by some older man. Head bowed in perverse shame as he got taken back. Again Guy ushered that idea from his thoughts. Jasper wanted his mind because he harboured a more than useful talent. A necessity even. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. 

That elevator they rode was a cage, transporting him to his cell. A luxurious cell, where Guy was cared for with every need met. 

“Home sweet home,” Was what Jasper called out as they finally entered. Guy said nothing. “Lighten up, you’re in the safest place there is.” Carelessly swinging his coat over a chair. 

When he turned that was when Guy’s sight danced, not knowing where to look. The top buttons of the Vampire’s shirt undone, and the wide collar didn’t help either.

 Don’t get distracted, don’t get distracted, don’t get distracted. 

“Think I’ll see my room.” Needing to get away from the proximity of it all. Recuperate, take a few deep breaths in peace. The reasonable option.  

“Don’t you want a drink?” 

And that spare room - or guest room he supposed that was it’s name when it was fancy wasn’t it? - sat there at the forefront of his thoughts. Where he should have gone, where the sensibility resided. 

Guy didn’t respond, stood loitering with a hesitant look on his face louder than any words. 

“How do you take your whiskey?” Jasper asked, satisfied in his observation. 

“Can’t say I’m really a whiskey guy.” His dry throat tried to cause problems. 

“Well it’s all I’ve got up here, unless you want me to call down for something?” 

Last thing he wanted was a fuss. In fact last thing he wanted was to be there in the first place… right? Even if he had to ignore the small rush of adrenaline which had sparked. The addictive pull of danger. Or the undivided attention of an older man, one which could kill him at any given moment. Obviously he hated it, that was the correct answer to give. How he should have felt. 

“It’s alright, I’ll have whatever.” 

Jasper’s eyes smiled just as much as his mouth. “Good boy.” Voice dipped into something sultry. Then turning his back to get the drink. Thankfully unable to gauge Guy’s reaction. That fucking blush betrayed him further. Able to hear the rush of blood between his ears, along with interest peaking in his groin. No. Stop that. 

Awkwardly instead Guy looked around, hands still stuffed into pockets, a clear line of tension through him. Each sickening heartbeat stronger than the last. 

“Take your jacket off, you’re indoors.” There Jasper was with a drink in hand, whiskey with a singular cube of ice.

“You sound like Ruth - my foster mother.” Clarification.  

“Well I’m old enough to be your,” The sentence came to an abrupt stop, that sly demeanour crept through the air. “You get the picture,” Leaving the dining area in a short walk to the couch, placing that glass on the coffee table. “Come,” Beckoning Guy over with one of those long slender fingers. “Join me.” 

The rhythm of his heart had yet to calm, however Guy found himself walking, one apprehensive step after another. All the while shucking his jacket off. A layer shed. His hoodie would have to suffice. 

“Just throw that anywhere,” The vampire so carelessly gestured to the jacket. Guy draped it over the arm of the couch. “Hopefully that’ll help you relax a little.” The whiskey sat staring back from the table. 

“Forgive me if I’m not an open book.” Hiding behind his own sarcasm, the best defence he had. 

Though he leant forwards, lifting the glass. It felt expensive, looked expensive. The ice cube having started to melt. He sat entranced by it, swirling it around and around, watching the hypnotic movement of the whiskey. 

“It won’t bite y’know.” Was what Jasper said from next to him. 

“You not having something to drink?”

“And what exactly is it I drink?” Spoke as he leant into Guy’s space. 

Shit, he hadn’t really considered that. Food yeah, of course that was blood. Only then did it hit that invitation extended to drinks. The whole vampire malarkey had yet to properly sink in.

“You enjoy yourself,” Backing off, flippantly waving to the glass. “I’ve had my fun for the evening, all full up.” He was toying with Guy. He had to be. Still it was difficult to suppress any thought of fangs puncturing his neck. 

Guy took a sip. 

“Attaboy.” Jasper praised. Those pale eyes bore hard into the action. 

That word alone had Guy choking down his mouthful, ensuring none spluttered back up. Oh how badly he wanted to hate it. Wanted to tell Jasper to stop fucking around. But he couldn’t. Instead he felt parts of him perk to life. If only he had the nerve to read Jasper’s mind. How much of it was on purpose? Was there intent or did the vampire just enjoy watching him squirm? 

With as much professionalism as he could muster Guy set the glass back down. “It’s good stuff.” As if he knew anything about whiskey. 

“Talamasca’s best, can’t say they cheap out.” 

“What would it taste like, if you drank some?” Allowing himself some curious indulgence. 

If anything Jasper appeared entertained. “Nothing really. Unpleasant, an ashy flavour.” 

“Is that how everything tastes?” 

“Pretty much. Don’t recommend becoming a vampire if you enjoy your food.” 

“Blood’s gotta taste different though, right?” 

There was a glint behind the vampire’s eye. “Why, you thinking of becoming one?” Mocking. 

It was difficult to not feel defeated. Guy wanted to understand more. Sure, it was what he had been tasked with, but also if anything, learning about this new world he had so recently discovered could help him find his mother. Wasn’t like the Talamasca would tell him shit. 

“Forget it.” Shoulders slumped with his sigh. 

Jasper sat back on the couch, one arm sprawled along the top, those claws caught the tail of Guy’s vision. Tapping softly against the cushion. “Tastes sweet,” Was what he eventually settled on. “Like nothing you’ve ever had before,” Reminiscing. One nail grazed down Guy’s upper forearm. “And you crave it, the smell enough to frenzy you,” Even through his hoodie Guy could feel it, firm enough to be there but light enough to cause no damage. “A bodily need,” And then it stopped. “Does that answer satisfy?” Something seductive in how he spoke. 

“Was just interested.” Ignoring how his head spun. Every ounce of self control went to keeping his thoughts in line. 

“Sure you were.” The nail may have left but Jasper’s hand remained. 

Whiskey found it’s way to Guy’s lips again, more of a crutch than a drink. 

“What was it you did before all this anyway?” Jasper asked. 

“Law school,” His drink cradled in his hand, not putting it down. “Was going to go into contract law.” 

“Smart boy.” 

Helplessly again Guy tried to not dwell on that. “Yeah well, life’s not exactly going my way.” 

“Life rarely works out for any of us, kid. Just something you gotta accept.” 

Career advice from a vampire. That was something. 

“Thanks.” Concealed behind another sip. 

That hand, that fucking hand. It tormented him. Rested just in view. Everything about it dangerous. Yet it expressed affection, Jasper certainly knew what he was doing. One wrong move and he could have tore through Guy’s hoodie. Ripped it clean. Only he hadn’t, instead he had shown restraint and tenderness. 

As he sat there, head swimming, he imagined Jasper tilting his chin. Claw hooked beneath, holding his gaze. Maybe Guy’d have been on his knees, staring up from the floor as Jasper told him he did well. Good boy. 

“That’s quite an imagination you’ve got.” Fuck. 

“I- uh-” Starstruck. Unsure of what to say. Shit, shit, shit. 

“No, no, you carry on,” Jasper had caught him clean in a trap. “You were only just getting to the good bit.”

“Wasn’t what it looked like.” That panic raged through him, destroying everything in its path. Heart in his throat. 

Nothing was real. It couldn’t be. Oh he was screwed.

Obviously the blatant lie had not been bought. “You like that? When I say good boy?” Punctuated with a raise of his brows. 

A sharp intake of breath as a knot twisted hard in Guy’s stomach. The praise said with intent. Able to feel the arousal bleeding outwards, a drop of ink into water. Shifting a little where he sat. 

“Thought as much,” He had won. There was no denying it. “Come,” His arm slithered back to his side as he patted his lap. “Sit.” Straightening himself out. 

Guy stared in bewilderment unable to move. His ears burned red, heat prickled down his neck and over his chest. Embarrassment and arousal moving as one. Cheeks growing hotter and hotter. 

“Don’t hide it, I know you want to.” Jasper purred. 

All Guy could do was swallow his emotions. That lump in his throat went nowhere as his heart rabbited. Breathing was difficult. 

“It’s not-” Still he fought it, despite the tremor in his voice and pupils blown wide. Deny, deny, deny. 

“Shh,” The vampire soothed, the noise a washing calm. “S’alright kid, if it pissed me off you’d know about it,” Level in the way he talked. “Come.” Again Jasper patted his knee.

Suddenly Guy was too aware of everything, manually moving himself in a clunky and awkward manor. Chest tight as his lungs froze. Everything about him rigid. His drink forgotten on the table.

“That’s my boy,” Jasper cooed as Guy sat, finally allowing the vampire to bear his weight, straddling him. “Not so hard now was it?”

His little dick twitched uselessly, seeking something, anything. Pulsing to life in hopes of friction, that contaminated desire was dangerous. 

In the lap of a vampire. And even more embarrassingly he could barely make eye contact. That red colour darkened over his face. 

One of Jasper’s hands carefully came to rest upon his hip. Oddly reassuring. “You’re shaking.” 

Guy hadn’t even noticed. “I- I-” His words stuck together. Where was his confidence? That stubborn exterior he so often wore. 

“Look at me.” A simple command. 

With one ragged breath Guy raised his head. Those eyes studied him. 

“There we go.” Said with a squeeze to Guy’s hip. It had Guy doing everything to not whine, biting his lip to keep it contained. Though he could feel his own arousal strengthening, drooling so effortlessly into his boxers. 

 Did Jasper know? 

“Not gonna hurt you,” Jasper’s voice so collected. “Now you’re gonna tell me what you want.” 

It took brain power to conjure anything coherent. What did he want? Right there before him sat a creature with far more experience than Guy could ever know. Authoritative and powerful, and it would be a lie if Guy denied finding that attractive. His life was a mess. His everything was a mess. Would it have been so bad for someone to take over? 

Then he strayed to Jasper’s mouth, those fangs to be precise. Jasper could probably make it good, if he fed on Guy for only a little while. The coerced relaxed slump of his body and brain would be presumably therapeutic. 

And again with those hands. Strong. Able to manhandle him with vampiric ease. Could use Guy as he pleased. 

“Out loud.” Jasper’s command cut between them. 

It had Guy shaking his head clean. “I…” Thinking. “Your mouth,” Trying to not let the humiliation catch up. “The uh- the fangs.” He really said that aloud hadn’t he?

“These do it for you, huh?” Immediately showcasing his mouth. Two sharp teeth either side. 

Guy’s chest strung tight. Something terribly apex about it all. Those very teeth could have been the death of him. Still could. Fuck, why was being afraid so hot? 

What really got him was when Jasper’s tongue flicked between the two, carefully sliding over the sharp point of each fang. 

Again Guy’s body needed to rut, hips attempting to thrust upon their own volition, only to be stopped by Jasper’s hold. 

“That’s it,” He soothed. “Knew you wanted something, greedy little thing aren’t you?” It was when that hand slid up and under Guy’s shirt. Stagnant on his navel. 

His belly jolted and his breath hitched. Again stifling whatever noise his body begged to make. 

“Can be as loud as you want,” Those claws glided over his stomach. Insane to think Jasper could gut him right then and there if he pleased. “No one’ll hear.” Dipping into a whisper. 

The vampire’s dead touch slinked around his waist, finding all the places to cause a spike in breath. God his boxers were done for. Though too caught up in the throes of everything to realise he had no change of clothes.

When a thumb dipped below Guy’s belt, teasing onto his groin, that was when it could no longer be helped. A muffled moan fell from his lips. 

“So pretty,” Jasper side almost to himself. “Don’t.” Said before Guy had even realised he had bowed his head in shame. 

That touch left quicker than he’d have liked, the space it had once inhabited empty and alone. Though soon enough there it was, Jasper’s nail plucked against the ledge of his lower lip. 

“Open up.” Those words like liquid. Flowing over Guy as he did just that, parting his lips just enough for the pad of Jasper’s thumb to slip in. 

Immediately he found himself tonguing it, a natural impulse. Lapping over the soft area, a complete contrast to the weapon it harboured. 

Guy’s eyes were quick to meet Jasper’s, not once breaking away. Having recovered some of his spark amongst the fear and longing. He had sat on the vampire’s lap after all, able to feel how Jasper wasn’t unaffected either.

But he sucked, feeling it slip further into his mouth. Lips moulded around it. Revelling in the vaguely salty taste of the vampire’s skin. 

“Let me tell you something Guy,” His finger encouraging the tongue. “You’re enthusiastic and bright, it’s wasted on them. I mean just look at you now,” Pushing in as far as Guy could handle. “Doing whatever I say.” 

To please was what he wanted, Guy more aware of that than what he let on. Forever an outcast throughout his life. More than anything craving connection, even if that desire lay guarded within towering walls. 

Right then he had a place, a purpose, a job. 

Eventually Jasper pulled out, breaking the strings of spit which followed. Absently Guy chased that hand before gathering himself, feeling rather pathetic afterwards. What the fuck was he doing?

“What a pretty young thing you are.” Again with the open admiration.  

Fuck he was too turned on. Everything inside him was just sex, sex, sex. His poor firm neglected dick too sensitive for it’s own good. Unable to do anything than sit there screaming. Guy close to taking care of matters himself. 

Either his overt body language gave it away or Jasper was rummaging around his head, it didn’t really matter. But before Guy knew it he was flipped onto his back, the soft - and far too expensive - couch broke his fall. All the while Jasper bore down, happily nestled between spread legs. 

There was something addictively enticing about it. Rationally Guy knew he should put a stop to what was happening. Call it a day. Morally it was the right thing to do. When sent there he was only asked to get close, keep tabs. And there he was completely seduced, high on adrenaline and out of his mind. 

“I’m willing to bet you make delightful sounds.” Said as Jasper sat back on haunches, already he found his way to Guy’s belt. 

And shit. Right then it hit him, properly. Too oblivious to his own pleasure to have said anything before. Because did Jasper know? Was it even in his file? Though he was off the record right? Really it could have gone either way.

“Wait, there’s something I need to tell you.” Levering himself up with elbows. 

“Hm?” Was all Jasper said as that belt came off, button popped open. 

Shit he was running out of time. 

“It’s just…” Not really knowing how to lead the conversation. All words escaping to the corners of his mind. Fuck he had to say something just in case. What if he reacted badly? Jasper was a vampire after all, not exactly a modern man. 

Though he still cooperated at a loss for words, lifting his pelvis as Jasper shucked off his jeans and boxers. 

“Well it’s just, I don’t exactly-”

They were down, yanked around mid thigh in one strong tug. Whatever he was going to say died in the air. Jasper knew, frozen over him. Just staring. 

It was how Guy found himself trying to scramble away, like some sort of fucked up reverse army crawl. “I’m transgender,” Finally it left. Better late than never. The heavy thump of his heart stronger than ever, adrenaline raced through his veins. Too aware of everything in the room. The door, the window, the elevator. None of which he could realistically make it to, but it was nice to have options. “It means-”

“I know what it means.” Not once did Jasper’s attention leave the space between his legs, Guy’s dick still plump and sticky, too engrossed in mixed signals. Any progress Guy had made in shuffling from under him was lost when Jasper grabbed his thighs, dragging him back down in one harsh movement. Forceful enough to mark, nails cut into flesh. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“I’m sorry if-” Again grasping at straws, unsure of what he was saying until it left.

The Vampire’s mind a desert. Shit. Whatever he had going on it was locked away tight. Guy had no clue what was happening. 

“Sorry?” Jasper seemed almost offended at the word. “You think this bothers me?” 

A slow shaky breath clattered from Guy’s chest, something he didn’t even know he was holding. Simultaneously Jasper’s fingers curiously prodded his dick. Immediately causing Guy to shudder at the touch, any contact was good contact. And Jasper’s thumb was so thoughtful and delicate, sliding over it. 

“Seen all sorts of stuff in my time kid,” He carried on. “This really ain’t anything special.” Gradually he pushed against the base, lifting it, squeezing it. Guy’s knees jerked more than once, doing everything to concentrate on the conversation. Though knowing how much he enjoyed it was more than apparent given the way he leaked. Still both men ignored it, or tried to at least. 

“I know it’s not what you signed up for.” Doing everything to keep composure, not allowing nerves to get the better of him. An attempt was made.

“Signed up for?” Wet fingertips still exploring. “Dude you’re talking like you’re some freak. Try getting back to me in fifty years when you haven’t aged a day and are drinking blood, then you’ll know freak.” 

He could feel it, the point of Jasper’s nail present though unthreatening. The cold drag of it on the outskirts of his dick - something which by that point was alive and begging. 

“What’s this little thing?” Jasper asked, swiping it and revelling in the fact it refused to go down. 

“Ah fuck.” Guy hissed. 

“That feel good?” That bastard knew what he was playing at. “Y’know you hold back too much,” Lazily he rubbed circles, framing it with those nimble fingers. “Right now you could be enjoying yourself, yet here you are apologising for something which doesn’t even matter.” 

“Doesn’t matter? It’s my whole life!” Not daring to go any further than that. If he spoke too much he’d moan. 

“And why should I care what you’ve got between your legs huh?” Those small circles going deeper, massaging the base perfectly. Guy unaware of his own heavy breaths. “Still a pretty boy I can have all to myself.” 

Before he knew it Jasper was over him again, one arm braced above Guy’s head, the other still working him in that easy sensual motion. The vampire’s face inches from his own. 

Nothing held Guy back anymore, not knowing what to do with himself without that apprehension. Jasper wanted him. Properly. No need to run and hide. The only one making a big deal out of anything was him. Allowed to enjoy himself? Where was that inhibition? It was a foreign landscape without it.  

What he should have done was close the gap, feel Jasper’s lips against his own. Only he couldn’t move, brain refusing to signal. Too self aware of the steps it took. That dear in the headlight stare plastered over him as he wished it to happen instead. 

“C’mon, use your words,” Back again with that goddamn sultry voice. “What do you want?” Those fingers continued. 

“To kiss you.” It came out so small. 

“To kiss me?” Jasper getting too much out of whatever was happening. “And how long have you been wanting that?” Already Guy’s hips were pressed up into his hand. 

Guy still too stunned to reply, his eyes twinkled up at the vampire. 

“I’d say since you first set foot here, in the Motherhouse.” Answered on his behalf.

“How’d you know?” Guy’s brow furrowed as he asked, lips parted, panting slightly. All his strength focused on keeping his throat closed. 

“Wanting me to push you up against that door? Oh but that would be wrong wouldn’t it? Can’t have that now can we?” His face got closer, that initial question ignored. “Now here you are, trying not to fuck my fingers, funny how the world works isn’t it?” 

Each shallow breath was torture, the air squeezed from him. Meanwhile Jasper stared down expectantly. 

It was Guy to push himself up, cross the space to Jasper’s mouth. Instantly he felt the vampire chuckle against him, but didn’t pull back. Slotting their lips together perfectly. Something Guy had assumed to be hedonistic and lustful was oddly caring. Moving together in a rhythm which suited them both.

Though Guy’s jaw slackened slightly, still overcome by the pleasure Jasper provided. Two fingers caressed either side of his dick, jerking him with precision. Too easy to get completely lost to it. 

Jasper’s free hand, which resided above, played with his hair. Tangled within those loose curls. 

Then Jasper broke away, Guy peered back with glassy unwashed eyes, feeling dumb to what was happening. Because right then there was no Talamasca, no Helen, no spying. Just him and Jasper woven together on that couch. 

“Think I can make you squeak.” 

Just like that the vampire moved, freeing Guy of the jeans which had shackled his legs. Leaving him completely undressed from the waist down. Only momentarily mourning the loss of the attention he had received, because soon enough Jasper was right back to playing with him. 

However it was different. A quick tap to Guy’s leg and it had his knees bent, making room for Jasper to nestle in further. The vampire lay on his front, mouth hovering above Guy’s poor neglected dick, hands splayed over both hips. 

Oh. 

“Hold back as much as you want kid, we both know you’ll crack.”

After that Guy was gone, Jasper licked a stripe up him before going for his dick, hollowing his cheeks as he swallowed it. Upon impact Guy sucked in a breath, eyes scrunched, trembling. His thighs closed around Jasper’s head as his hips rotated. Too sensitive for his own good. 

Jasper parted those legs with ease, looking up as Guy’s head doubled forwards. Get a goddamn grip. 

Fuck it all felt too good, his arousal having grown into something insatiable. Chest heavy, thoughts fogged. Guy couldn’t even dream of reading Jasper’s mind right then, barely having control of his own head yet alone someone else’s.

And Jasper didn’t do things by halves either, suckling hard. The pressure of his mouth and the generosity of his tongue was a lethal combination. 

“Shit.” Guy whined. 

Think you can do better than that.

Goddamn it of course Jasper was in his head. Though Guy’s mouth too preoccupied with biting back to say anything useful, his mind too scrambled as hedonism crept in. 

Really he shouldn’t have underestimated Jasper, the vampire didn’t do anything by halves. But by God was it worth it. Obscene noises filled that room, getting louder the more Jasper went on. As if he was ready to consume Guy whole. 

The worst part about it was he felt so empty, pathetically clenching around nothing as Jasper doubled down. Though the vampire’s fingers were a bad idea given those nails, not fancying having his insides shredded. However Jasper must have sensed it because in a cruel twist of fate he opened his mouth, lapping at Guy’s hole instead. Once again Guy found himself shoving down a whimper. 

Obedient young pup. 

And that did it. Any shred of self control and dignity left. Guy was done for.

He moaned, loud enough to be thankful that the Motherhouse was understaffed. The sound high and pitiful. It ravaged him. 

Within seconds Guy felt that tickle of embarrassment. Had it really been him to make that sound? His natural response being to sling an arm over his face. 

However he felt the cool air hit him when Jasper’s mouth left, though still maintaining his position. “And there it is.” Jasper cooed. 

Something which did not help with the embarrassment of it all. 

“Hey c’mon, don’t hide,” Though still unmoving. “Be a good boy and look at me.” A twinge shot through Guy at that. 

It took more than a second to pry his arm from his face, and even longer to make eye contact. 

“Attaboy,” Not helping Guy’s situation at all. “Knew I’d get it from you.” 

Only then did Guy notice the shine to Jasper’s chin, the wet sheen which coated his mouth. 

“But you like that huh?” Lowering himself back down to continue. “Puppy.” Giving Guy no time to respond before licking him again. His tongue getting intimate with all of him. Capable hands spread his thighs. 

Guy couldn’t help the light shake to them, it rattling through his body down to his bones. Bottom lip quivered as he just let it wash over him, trembling in the arms of the vampire. Too pent up for his own good, having been gagging for it for too long. A dull thrum having settled in his dick. Drooling onto the vampire’s tongue. 

That’s it, that’s my boy.

Out of habit Guy went to bite back but it was too late, or perhaps he just no longer cared. And soon enough his fist was clenched in the vampire’s hair, hauling him in closer as he rutted into the lips. 

Greedy. 

Though still he carried on, Guy overwhelmed with stimulation. He was close, so close. When Jasper’s mouth left him. Again. 

At first Guy wanted to scream, plea, beg. But before his high died Jasper bit down, Guy’s inner thigh the unsuspecting victim. Fangs sunk clean into the meat. A hot knife through butter. 

“Fucking-” And he came - almost untouched if Jasper’s fingers hadn’t found him in the moment. Though admittedly the vampire too preoccupied for any thorough attention. 

His dick twitched, pulsing as his body lay slack. All that pressure having built and built and built, finally having found it’s release. Unable to care about the fucked out and delicate little noises he made. No thinking, only feeling. 

Everything in his skull mushed together, his chest heaved beneath his hoodie. If Jasper were to poke around then god help him. Shrouded in haze. His thighs wet, along with the blood Jasper so graciously drank. 

When the vampire pulled off, Guy only lay there defenceless, watching through a half lidded gaze as the vampire wiped his chin clean, catching a dribble of blood by the corner of his mouth. 

If he was going to be killed, right then would be it. Jasper having had his fun. Easy prey. 

“What a fucking sight.” That Texan drawl seeped through the words. “Wanna see what you do to me?” 

Guy gave a hesitant nod, still unsure if he was dinner. Too blissed out to properly care. 

So Jasper sat up pressing against the front of his jeans. An obvious outline had snaked it’s way down his leg. “That’s what you do.” 

It was hot. It shouldn’t have been hot. But is was. Jasper was something which could end him with the click of his fingers. 

“Like what you see?” Jasper asked. 

“Yeah.” Voice weak. But he did, he really fucking did. Unable to drag his eyes away. 

Jasper unbuckled his belt with hunger, knelt at the other side of the couch. Wasting no time in grabbing his cock, pulling it through the opening of his fly. 

There it was, hanging weighted and fat. Paler than what Guy had anticipated but he supposed that was what came with having no blood. 

“All you baby.” Casually stroking himself. 

It had Guy propping himself up for a better look. Too worn to move further than that. 

“God you’re so fucking wrecked,” His pace steady. “Y’know when we first met I thought you’d look good like this, but oh the real thing is so much better.” The laughter quickly died into concentration. 

Guy wet his lips just staring. 

As Jasper focused on his tip his head rolled back in a long drawn out groan. The flick of his wrist effortless. “And do you want to know the best part?” Realigning his sight with Guy’s. “You taste so goddamn good.”

And it was that exact sentence which did it, Guy’s body attempted to spark back to life for a round two. His legs closed together in modesty as he continued to spectate. 

If he had the strength he’d have manoeuvred himself, allow it to slap over his face before blowing him. Wondering how he’d taste. Christ, Guy hadn’t even seen it all, so much still concealed in denim. That didn’t matter however. 

What he wanted was to hear Jasper’s voice falter as he praised, to feel the vampire slowly lose himself to desire. Such a predatory creature completely lost to what Guy could provide. The thrill of it almost as consuming as the arousal. Jasper who was so often in control and wired allowing himself to slip for just a moment. All because of Guy. That was what he wanted. 

Jasper sighed. “Consider yourself lucky I’ve got self restraint, eh kid?” 

Precum was quick to form, budded at the tip. Seemingly without thinking he smeared it across himself, all the while staring intently at Guy. 

“You really are something,” There was no way to escape his sight. “But you like this don’t you? Watching the show.” He spluttered slightly on the last syllable. 

“It’s what the Talamasca sent me to do, isn’t it?” Guy’s words not as strong as he’d hoped. Mist still clung to the edges of his mind. Though he continued to revel in the fact Jasper liked him so much. 

That humoured the vampire anyway. “That’s what I like about you,” A low groan rumbled from his chest. “Not afraid to speak your mind,” Mild strain to his sentence, fist picking up. “And trust me, I know what’s on your mind.”

Intent was there threaded into his gaze. Guy felt seen. More seen than he had done in weeks. It dug into him, burrowed under his skin. 

And he couldn’t look away. 

With a sigh Jasper came. A fucking sigh. Coming over his fingers rope after rope. Not allowing his eyes to close as it happened. 

“Ah that’s it.” He eventually breathed, allowing himself to soften before tucking his cock away. 

Then he licked it. That bastard licked himself clean. Slow and tactical. Fuck. 

That wound still sat bleeding on Guy’s inner thigh. Both knew what would happen. Jasper nicked open his finger, bending forwards, healing it in one swipe. That still never failed to amaze. 

“Better get dressed.” Casually handing Guy his discarded jeans.

And he did just that. 

“Follow me.” Nodding in the direction of the doors. 

Guy relatively secure in the knowledge he wasn’t Jasper’s next meal. Probably. 

But he went anyway, cautiously he remained a step behind on unsteady legs for good measure. Only the guest room was the other direction, instead stopping before another door. 

“Open it.” Jasper instructed. 

Strange to think this was the guy who ate him out not so long ago. Maybe Jasper did have a kill room after all.

With one not so convinced glance shot Jasper’s way Guy opened it, what did he have to lose? And quite frankly still a little out of it with all the endorphins which ran rampage through his head. 

To his surprise and relief it was just a room. A very dark room at that. An impractical place for killing. Windows boarded up, nailed shut, and a bed dressed in silk. 

“What’s this?” Not quite sure what he was looking at. 

“Where you’ll be staying.” 

“This a new spare room or something?” Knowing the vampire loomed over his shoulder. “Not exactly polite to make your guests sleep in the dark.”

“No,” That goddamn audible grin. “It’s my room.” 

Oh. He had to process that. 

“It’s more comfortable,” Jasper went on to say, waltzing past. “Spacious,” Gesturing around in a theatrical sense. “What do you think?” 

Maybe the vampire had more use for him after all.