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This mission is too dangerous.

Guy tells him that, over and over, “I can’t go to a vampire bar, Jasper. I can’t.”

“I’ll be there with you,” Jasper tries to reason. “They won’t hurt you if they think you’re mine.”

“Bullshit,” he reports, shaking his head a few times. He starts gnawing at his nails, crossing his other arm over his chest protectively. 

They’re in the bathroom like they were the other day, before Guy's first mission with Jasper, only this time it’s because Jasper found him in there, sitting in the tub with his clothes on, panicking. Jasper had told him the plan over an hour ago but Guy isn’t having it. Guy checks off the plan in his head again: Go to super dangerous vampire club, get whored out to a bunch of vampires, maybe make it out alive. So he ran off. Of course Jasper found him, he didn't hide very well.  

Guy brings his knees up to his chest. 

“I’ll protect you. I won’t let anyone touch you.”

“You’re just using me as bait! You’re dangling me in front of a bunch of hungry vampires and saying, here donkey, get the carrot!” Guy shoves his hands into his curls and pulls on them, just a little, just enough for it to sting and melt his mind. He closes his eyes. I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go, he repeats in his thoughts. Jasper sighs, kneeling down beside the tub, putting his arms on the edge. 

He lays his head sideways on his arms, getting on Guy's eye level. “You think I’d let them actually hurt you? You don’t understand me at all.” Jasper reaches out and puts his cold hand over top of Guy's raised forearm. Something about the touch makes Guy feel calmer, but he doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t understand this pull that Jasper has on him. Jasper whispers, “I won’t let them touch a hair on your pretty little head.” 

Guy drops his hands to his knees and meets Jasper's eyes. “Yeah?”

“You’re my Guy. They know not to fuck with another vampires companion. That's a big no-no.”

Guy isn’t his companion. He frowns but doesn’t argue. He can play the part, if he has to. "And if they do? Fuck with me?" He doesn’t want to leave there with half his blood drained, or worse, he doesn’t want to go to the bar and never come back.

Jasper smiles warmly. "I'll rip 'em to shreds, kid."

The club isn’t so bad, after all. There are other humans there, but that does little to quell his nerves. Guy listens in to their thoughts, trying hard not to make himself too obvious. Jasper thinks a vampire here might know the whereabouts of the 752, but Guy realizes quickly that Jasper brought him here for other reasons, too. He wants him to see what a vampire lifestyle is like. He wants to expose him. 

Guy should’ve known he had ulterior motives, but it angers him anyway. He feels bratty, and he pretends not to listen when Jasper tells him something. 

Jasper snaps his fingers in front of his eyes, his long nails flashing dangerously. “Did you hear me?”

“What? No,” Guy is overwhelmed. There’s a lot of nonsensical chatter and people dressed in so much leather he can smell it. Is this Jaspers scene? Does he come here often? His mind is racing. “I said you go to the bathroom and lock yourself in a stall. I’ll stay out here and listen for a while, but I want you to scope it out in there and see if you can catch anything worth a shit. Vampires go in there to get fucked up on drugblood or to fuck each other, I don’t know. But be careful. I’ll be right out here, and I’ll check in on you if I think anything is happening.” 

Guy rolls his eyes and thinks, I’m so fucked. “Alright, I guess. Is there anything in particular I need to listen for ?”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Jasper looks amused, a sly smirk on his lips. “You’ll be fine, man. Just go in there for a while and let me if you get anything good. It’s harder for them to block their thoughts if they're fucked up.” Guy wants to know how that works, whatever ‘drugblood’ means. He doesn’t ask. Despite his concerns, he wonders off to the bathroom.

Vampires watch him move about the club, and he tries to block his thoughts from them, so they don’t think he’s suspicious. He repeats over and over, I’m taken. It’s not true, but he hopes if anyone is listening, they’ll leave him alone. 

Just as Jasper said, the bathroom is full of vampires looking for a fix or sex or both. There’s people of all creeds lined up against the walls, the sinks, piling into stalls like sardines in a can. Two, three, four, six people a stall, followed by intense growls and moans. The bathroom smells of blood and sex, which is a confusing combination for Guy. He’s been to clubs a handful of times over the years, but nothing like this. He’s not a prude by any means, he did his fair share of experimentation in college, yet the echoing grunts in the stalls makes him feel on edge. He has to wait for ten minutes before a stall clears out. He moves to go in it, but before he can, he finds himself distracted by a tall, blue haired vampire. She walks into the bathroom alone and commands the gaze of everyone around. Her stilettos click on the floor as she walks. She looks at Guy with a wicked, sharp smile, and her black latex dress hugs every curve, every muscle. She's sexy, Guy can admit that. She must hear his thoughts, because she asks him, “wanna have some fun?” Guy blushes, but he shakes his head quickly. “No, sorry. I’m here with someone.”

She looks disappointed but nods, “that a shame. I can feel your heart beating from here.”

She’s not disappointed for long, though, because a petite girl with old bite marks on her neck latches onto her quick, and they’re off into the stall that had opened. Guy sighs, tapping his foot against the floor. He strains his ears, listening. He catches the thoughts from the petite girl; “I’m so wet already, I’m not going to last long.” Guy flinches and stares at his shoes. He finds it hard to believe Jasper would hang out in a place like this. It takes another few minutes for a different stall to open. A man stumbles out holding his neck, looking pale and sick. The vampire trailing behind him has wide eyes, lips stained red. The human stumbles right into Guy, collapsing into him. Guy gasps and grips his arm to hold him up, looking desperately at the vampire who’d drained him, begging for help with his eyes. The vampire doesn’t care. Guy huffs and tries to gently let the man down. He crumples on the floor. Guy can't tell if he's too drained or if he's ODing, and thinks, I don’t have time for this shit. He feels bad for leaving him on the floor when he enters the stall, but he figures, that idiot came here for something, and he got it, if he winds up dead, then that's what he deserves.

Guy feels ugly for thinking those thoughts. He sits down on the toilet lid. Overwhelmed, the sea of thoughts and noises start to drown him. He can barely hear himself think, let alone anyone else’s thoughts. When he tries to listen closer again, it’s more sex, sex, drugs, sex, 'wish he’d hurry up already, there's a new episode of Greys Anatomy tonight' and 'I think that coke was cut with something.'

Guy doesn’t know how long he spends there, trying to get something good for Jasper, but it feels like an eternity. He gives up after people start knocking, yelling, “hey, let us in!” 

When he steps out, he freezes. He briefly locks eyes with a woman sitting against the sink counter. Her eyes look glassy and blown, her skin flushed and sweaty. His eyes trail down her body. Her skirt is hiked up past her hips, and— and-

There’s a man on his knees in front of her. At first, Guy assumes he’s licking her pussy, with how she moans and he grips her hips, his long nails digging into her and creating small, red marks on her skin. He looks closer, noticing his mouth is latched to her inner thigh. His throat feels constricted and he stumbles back into the stall.

“Get out of the way!”  An impatient vampire tells him before she shoves him aside. He stumbles again. He wants to tell them off, but he knows he's the inferior species here. He wouldn't last a minute. The door locks behind him, but he’s too entranced to do anything so he just stands there, watching. She's moving her hips like she’s searching for pleasure. He snaps his eyes away and tries to walk, even if his feed are made of lead and he feels cemented to the floor. When he gets out of the bathroom, he feels breathless. He glues himself to the wall outside the bathroom, taking deep breaths in and out to steady himself. Somehow, watching a vampire feed feels dirtier than if he had been eating her out. Guy needs to get out of here. Get far, far away from this bar.

He isn’t thinking properly. He forgets his mission.

Guy starts speed walking to the club entrance. His cheeks feel hot, too hot, and he can’t breathe. Breathe. Breathe, Guy, he thinks. His mind is wondering. It would hurt, this he knows, but the woman looked like she enjoyed it, didn’t she? 

He startles when Jasper cups his hand around the back of Guys neck, grasp light but enough to stall him. 

“Got anything for me?” Jaspers eyebrows are raised expectantly. Guy's eyes dart towards the door again. Need to get the fuck out of here.

Guy feels flustered and tense. “No. There was just- just. People-“

Jasper finishes for him, “fucking?” the bastard has the audacity to smirk, like it’s funny.

“Y-yeah,” Guy adverts his gaze. 

Jasper laughs at him. “Oh, come onnn, don’t tell me you’re shy.” 

“I’m not! I'm just not used to s-seeing stuff like that.” 

“Stuff like that,” Jasper teases. He combs his fingers up through Guy's hair, ruffling it when he reaches the crown of his head. “Lets get going, kid. I don’t like all these fuckers looking at you like they wanna take a bite out of you.” 

In the car, Guy slumps against his seat and presses a hand over his eyes. His head is pounding. Hes learning too much, too fast. A few weeks ago, he didn’t even know Vampires existed, and now he’s seen them feeding in a crowded bathroom. Too much. 

“It’s okay that you didn’t get any information,” Jasper tries to placate him, but his reassurance is misguided. “It was worth a shot. I didn't hear anything either, besides a few offers I wasn't interested in.”

"Why did you really take me here?” Guy bites. He’s frustrated and wants to take it out on Jasper, even if he knows it's a bad idea.

Jasper purses his lips. “For information.” Guy thinks about strangling him.

“Sure,” he turns his focus to the window, watching as they pull out of the parking lot. 

He can’t stop thinking about it. He drums his hands idly on his thighs. Her moans. He tries to block his thoughts, anxious that Jasper might be listening. He's always fucking listening.

The city passes beside him, and he won’t look at Jasper. She arched her back, gripped the vampire's hair, looked like she’d been fucked stupid… Guy presses his thighs together, uncomfortable and desperate to not show that he’s getting turned on by the thought of it. He feels delirious. And did he imagine it when she’d panted out— ‘I’m close!’ 

Guy can see in his peripheral vision that Jasper is looking at him now, curiously. He tilts his head to the side, all dog-like and sly, smiling a little in a way that says, ‘got ya.’

Guy tries to silence his frantic mind. He drums his hands faster, focuses on the cars passing in a blur beside them. But he’s not as skilled as Jasper, he can’t hide or control his thoughts, no matter how hard he tries to. Would it really feel that good? His mind takes a turn that he doesn’t expect, a thought that hadn’t occurred before now, would it feel that good with Jasper? His cheeks get warmer and he leans his head against the window, the side of his face pressed against the glass. It’s cold, soothing almost. Just like Jaspers’s hand was on his neck. 

He didn’t know he wanted Jasper that way. He’d felt tension between them, sure, but like that? He thinks back to their previous interactions and realizes it was there all along, how could I not see it? The thought makes his stomach clench. He feels hot all over. No, no, he tries to argue with himself. She was coked out of her goddamn mind. If she was sober, it would’ve been different. Right?. Guy stops his drumming pattern and begins twisting his fingers nervously in his lap, scratching his short, blunt nails across his palm, anything to distract himself. Jasper wouldn’t want to hurt me. He’d make it feel good.

“Jesus Christ. You got a filthy fucking mind,” Jasper drawls, “You really gotta learn to lock that shit away tighter.”

Guy freezes, his restless hands going still. He musters up all his courage and snaps, "Stay out of my head!"  He chances a look up at him, and Jaspers indifferent stare startles him. Those inhuman, icy blues, so cold his reflection could freeze to death in them. Cold, cold, cold. Jaspers hands. They're veiny, calloused, strong. He wears a lot of rings that Guy hadn't paid attention to before, and now all he wants to do is stare at them. Those nails.

Jasper doesn’t seem curious or amused anymore, and Guy doesn’t know what to think about that.

He feels like he’s been caught red handed, the blood slipping through his fingers like water. Blood. Jaspers fangs.

There’s no point in trying to deny it, but he looks away. He can’t hold eye contact with Jasper when he looks at him that way. If he looks too long, he might reveal more than he’s willing to. Jasper scoffs and turns his attention to the window. Jasper is so still, so quietly powerful. Unmovable. Untouchable. Guy’s mind drifts again, and now that the gates are open, the flood begins. He thinks about Jasper down on his knees, head between his thighs. No, no, no, he pleads with himself. He squeezes his eyes closed, almost back to the motherhouse, you can get away from him then. His knee starts bouncing from his anxiety. Jasper, Jasper, Jasper. What would my cum taste like to him? Oh, God, he’s fucking with your head. He’s planting these thoughts in your—

“I’m not,” Jasper interrupts firmly. "That’s allll you, baby."

Baby. Guy's head swims, his ears ring. The desperation starts to become intense, unbearable. He wants to sob. Or scream. Or both. Jasper doesn’t acknowledge him for the rest of their drive, and Guy focuses all his energy thinking about not thinking.

Highsmith parks the car in the motherhouse's garage and steps out to open the door for the back seats. Suddenly, Highsmith freezes in place, hand hovering in midair, mere millimeters away from the door handle. Jasper has frozen time again. 

Guy's paralyzing fear is multiplied when Jasper moves from his seat, crouching in front of guy, right in front of his face. Their lips are close, so close he can feel the cool puffs of unneeded breath escaping Jasper lips.  if Guy leaned forward, they could kiss. “I want you to go upstairs and wait for me.” Jasper demands. “I’ll come find you.”

Guy's heart is hammering so hard he can hear it. His breath stutters as he tries to speak, but nothing comes out. Jasper leans in closer and Guy can see his elongated fangs peaking from under his lips. It's like his body doesn't belong to him. He doesn’t register what he’s doing when he tilts his head slowly, baring his neck. Oh god, what the fuck am I doing? Run, run— Jasper chuckles.

His touch is so cold against Guy’s burning skin when he rests his hand over his heart. Even through his shirt, he can feel it. “It’s beating so fast,” Jasper whispers in amazement, a small smile spreading across his face. “You’re terrified of your own desires, aren’t you? You want it so bad, and yet you’re about to jump out of your skin,” he slides his pale fingers up Guy's sternum and wraps them loosely around his throat. He makes a low, purring sound when Guy swallows beneath his grasp.

Jasper presses his fingertips against his pulse, and Guy can feel the sharp edges of his claws push against him, not hard enough to pierce but enough to make the fear and lust pooling in his guts so much stronger. Guy is shaking terribly with his chin tilted up, lips trembling. His mind is a jumbled mess of, do it, please. Please do it. Don’t do it. It’s going to hurt. He’s going to kill me.

Jasper presses his lips against Guy's jaw. Its more of a threat than it is a kiss. He whispers so quietly that Guy can barely make out his words over the sound of his own heart thumping in his ears; “You poor little thing.”

In the blink of an eye, Jasper is gone. 

Guy rubs his eyes, blinks again. 

Just like that. Vanished.

The door is open, and he crawls out, his legs shaking under him so bad that he stumbles on the pavement like a newborn calf. Highsmith is gone too. “What the fuck,” he mutters and looks around again. No one. He closes the car door and starts to walk to the open garage entrance. It’s eerily quiet, too quiet. Unnaturally quiet. He can’t stop shaking. “Jasper?” He calls out, spins around once, twice, bewildered. There's no one. 

He walks slowly, trying to find his footing. When he’s ten feet from the door, he feels a cold breath on his neck. Without looking back, he bolts to the door and slams it behind himself. He leans against the door, panting hard. 

It takes a lot of effort to pull himself up and back together.

He doesn’t know what to expect when he finds himself entering the bathroom, where he knows Jasper will look for him first. This must be what going insane feels like. 

“Or suicidal,” Jasper offers.

Guy jumps with a gasp, “H-How did you???” 

Jasper's in the doorway with his hands on his hips. He cocks his head, smiling at him, as if this is some big game even though Guy feels like he’s been caught in a bear trap. Hunted. 

Every step forward Jasper takes, Guy takes two steps backwards.

“Oh, don’t run now,” he chides. “Come to me.”

“N-no,” his back hits the wall.

Jasper stands a few feet away and begins to beckon him closer with his finger.

Guys eyes track the movement of his nail, his ring. “Come here, darling.”

He can’t tell if his legs are moving on their own accord or if Jasper is compelling him to move. He stops in front of him, their shoes touching. 

Jasper speaks softly, “tell me what you want.”

So much. Nothing. I want you to drain me dry. I want you to kiss me—

Jasper makes a tsk tsk sound and shakes his head. He presses the tip of his nail under Guy’s chin, and when the point pierces him, Guy whimpers and tilts his head up to look at him. “Tell me out loud.”

“I-I,” he starts, swallows two times like there's a lump in this throat. His chin stings where Jasper nicked him. “I want you to drink f-from me. I want you to feed on me.”  He isn’t sure he really chokes it out; his voice sounds too distant in his ears. This can't be happening.

Jasper smiles at him and cups the side of his head, his thumb gently caressing the shell of Guy’s ear. “Good boy. Tell me what you felt when you were at the club. When you saw them.”

Guys lip trembles so hard he thinks he might cry. He tries to still it with his teeth, but it doesn’t help. He whimpers out, “I felt aroused. I felt—I felt scared.”

Jasper leans in and smells him, sniffing around his temple. “You still are.” Jasper doesn’t sound unaffected. His voice is lower now, like he’s turned on just by the scent of him. “You’re always so frightened. But you’re brave,” he nods head like he really believes what he says. “That’s what I like most about you—your bravery.”

Guy shudders. “I don’t feel very fucking brave right now.”

Jasper backs him into the wall with a hand on his hip, the other tangled in the hair behind his ear. “Oh, but you are, my boy.” Their lips are nearly touching now. Guy can feel the slick spit on Jasper's lips. He looks hungry.

Guy gasps into the kiss, hands flying to Jasper's chest, whether to push him away or pull him closer, he doesn’t know. 

Jasper's mouth tastes coppery. Sweet and tangy at once like a savory dessert. Guy wants more.

Jasper whispers against Guy’s lips, “where do you want me to bite?” He nips at his plump lower lip, without fangs.

“M-my thigh?” Guy murmurs, face hot with shame.

“You don’t sound so sure," his grip on Guy's hip tightens painfully. "Tell me again."

“I don’t know what you want,” Guy says desperately, pleading with his eyes. He can feel the tears forming, threatening to spill. He's getting too worked up. 

to Guy's surprised, Jasper takes a step back. He pulls Guy with him by his hips. Guy furrows his brows in confusion and starts to ask what he's doing, but before he can speak, Jasper slams him against the wall so roughly it knocks the wind out of him.

Guy curls in on himself with a helpless sob, but Jasper keeps him on his feet with his hand pinning his shoulder back. “Tell. Me. Again.” Jasper makes a show of it, the way his fangs slowly descend. It’s sensual in a way that confuses Guy.

Guy hiccups and desperately clutches at Jaspers hands, trying to pry them off. He's shaking bad again, so terrified and yet his cock is starting to grow hard in his jeans. 

Jasper tries his softer approach again, “tell me where you want to be bitten and make it believable.”

“I want-" tears stream down his cheeks, "I want you to bite my thigh. I want to feel what she felt.”

Jasper kisses him , showing him just how tender he can be when Guy is good. He pets Guy’s hair, kisses his nose, his cheek, his lips again. “I need you to trust me, okay puppy?”

Guy hates the way his dick twitches at the pet name. He thinks he should feel dehumanized, but he doesn’t. He thinks, What’s wrong with me?  "It's hard to trust you after you just hurt me." It's a lie. He does trust Jasper, despite what he did.

Jasper responds without real words, pushing them into Guy's head, 'here’s nothing wrong with you. Let go and trust me. I got you.'

Jasper walks over to the bench beside the bathtub. He pats the wood, waiting patiently for Guy to regain his bearings and follow.

Guy stands in front of him awkwardly. His cheeks are wet, but he doesn’t let himself feel embarrassed about it. Who wouldn’t cry in this situation. 

Jasper gets on one knee and starts to untie Guy’s yellow sneakers, slowly. “That’s not so hard, is it?” He taps on guys right leg, signaling him to step out of his shoe as Jasper holds it. He does the same for his left. Jasper stays on his knee, looking up at Guy through his eyelashes. “I want you to take your pants off for me. Can you do that, baby?”

“Y-yes,” he stutters, fingers moving to unbuckle his own belt. He fumbles with it, fingers slipping. It’s mortifying to fumble in front of Jasper. He knows if he doesn’t do what Jasper tells him, he’ll hurt him again. Guy’s a fast learner, and his head is still fuzzy from getting slammed into the wall the first time.

Once his belt is undone, he pops the button and pulls the zipper of his jeans down. As if Jasper can sense what he’s going to do, or lack thereof, he cuts in, “your underwear, too, sweetheart.” 

Guys hands shake worse at that, but he manages to get both of them down and off. Jasper asks him telepathically, 'don't they look so much better on the floor?'

He leans in to inhale Guy around his groin. He growls, a feral and low thing that makes Guy whimper.   

"What the hell am I doing?" Guy wonders out loud, sounding small and lost. Jasper places his hands on his thighs, making him shiver. 

“Sit down and spread your legs.” 

Guy does what he’s told, sitting on the wooden bench as Jasper repositions himself onto both knees in front of him. He slides his hands to Guy's inner mid-thigh and pushes his legs apart further, before he hooks his hands under Guy's knees and pulls him in closer with his ass half off the bench.

“Just lean back and let Daddy take care of you.”

Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be. Guy won’t say it out loud, but Jasper hears it anyway. He leans back on his hands and closes his eyes, braces himself for the looming threat of the pain that's sure to come.

Jasper doesn’t ask him again, he doesn’t hesitate. His fangs pierce the soft flesh of Guy’s inner thigh like a hot knife on butter, so easily, so smoothly. Guy's first reaction is to jerk away, but Jasper holds him firmly in place. And oh, the pain. The pain is exquisite and unlike anything Guy has ever felt before. He sobs, grasping Jaspers hair with one hand,  just like the woman in the bathroom had done. His hair is soft, and Guy tries to distract himself from the bone-deep throbbing in his thigh by stroking the silver and grey locks. 

As quickly as the pain came, so does the pleasure; It crashes into him like a tidal wave, hitting him so strongly he nearly loses his balance. “Oh,” he gasps, arching his back. He feels hot again, like he’s feeling the warmth of a fire seep deep into him. Jasper is sucking now, making content noises in the back of his throat like Guy is the most delicious meal he’s ever tasted. He doesn’t feel the ache at all now, only the intense euphoria that shrouds him. Guy moans, lolling his head back and exposing his throat. Guy wishes he’d bite him there, too. Bite him all over. Jasper asks him telepathically, ‘how does it feel?’

“Feels so good,” his breath is coming out in short, uneven pants, “like I’m floating.”

Jasper rubs circles on his thigh with his fingers, soothing him. 'You taste like heaven. Just like I knew you would.'

When Jasper is done drinking from him, he kitten-licks the wound a few times before nicking his thumb with his fang and rubbing his blood over the bite. Guy hazily watches the holes close. He wants more, but he’s feeling lightheaded already and knows Jasper can’t. Jasper's blood mixes with his own and gives him a headier rush. Jasper presses his forehead against Guy’s thigh with a soft, relaxed sigh. “You’re incredible.” He kisses the place where he'd bitten, even though there’s nothing there anymore.

Guy is still painfully hard, and Jasper must be listening to his thoughts because he focuses his attention on his dick. “Mmmm,” he hums. “Would you like me to take care of this little thing?” Jasper taps his finger against the stiff shaft of Guy’s cock, making it twitch pathetically. 

“P-please,” he starts, tightening his grasp on Jaspers hair again. He hesitates,  then. “Only if you want to.”

Jasper laughs like he can’t believe Guy would say such a thing. “You mortals and your insecurities. I am telling you, I will do whatever you want me to do.”

“O-okay.”

“Tell me what you want me to do,” Jasper threatens him with his claw, dragging the smooth top of it against his shaft. “Be specific.”

“I want you to put your mouth on my cock,” only then does he think what about the fangs? He decides he doesn’t care, as long as he can feel that pleasure again. “I want you to get me off.” 

“Don’t worry about the fangs, baby,” he retracts his fangs, curling his lip up so Guy can see. “ask me nicely.”

Guy blinks. Didn’t I? He doesn’t argue. He’s worried about what sort of punishment he could get with Jaspers nails that close. “Please?”

Jasper smiles and shakes his head. Guy feels the nail sliding closer to the head of his dick, towards the slit. “N-no,” he chokes out. “Please, please. Please.”

“Please what?” 

Guy is growing frustrated. He doesn’t understand what Jasper wants, until he does. He swallows hard. Please don’t make me say it. Jasper doesn’t take pity on him. “Please Daddy.” It’s a meek, timid thing, but Jasper doesn’t mind. The shame wears off quickly after Jasper's lips are on him, his tongue warm from feeding. His mouth so wet from desire and Guy’s blood both. 

His thighs shake with the overwhelming pleasure that wraps around his cock, Jaspers tight, skilled mouth. Guy feels like he’s suffocating. He grasps Jasper's hair with both hands and leans his back against the wall.

‘Take what you need,’ Jasper tells him, and oh, that’s new. Guy hadn’t thought about speaking telepathically during an act like this. He never thought he could have a connection like this. It takes a moment for what he means to register with Guy, but when he understands, he fists Jasper's hair tightly in his hands and thrusts his hips up into his mouth. He remembers then that Jasper doesn’t need to breathe, and the thought excites him. His gut feels tight, his balls taught and his cock painfully hard. He hits the back of Jaspers throat, but here’s no gag, no complaints. Jasper caresses his thighs again with his hands, and that’s when Guy loses it.

His hips fuck up into Jasper's mouth harder, cock kissing his throat roughly in a way that most humans wouldn’t be able to handle. In a way that Guy couldn’t. “Oh fuck, Jesus,” he moans. “How- I didn’t think-“ he wants to say he didn’t know pleasure like this was possible, at least not for him. Jasper moves a hand to gently knead Guy’s balls, strokes his thumb between them, pulls on them just right in a way that makes Guy’s eyes roll back in his head. Jasper is the one getting his throat fucked, and yet Guy is stuck being the breathless one. He wants to cry again, the pleasure all consuming. Jasper is speaking to him telepathically again, saying, ‘let go, baby. You’re so magnificent like this.’

It gets to the point that Guy is not in full control of his movements anymore. His hips falter, and Jasper regains control. He hollows his cheeks and sucks hard, pulls back to lap at his slit, then switches to stroking him with his rough hand. Jaspers rings are so cold against his cock. They make the friction almost painful. “You wanted to know,” he says audibly, voice eerily even. “What your cum would taste like for me. It doesn’t taste like anything.” He swallows him down again.

Guy can’t contain himself much longer. “I’m not gonna last,” he pants. “Nngh, Daddy please, please don’t stop.” 

Jasper jerks him with his hand and swirls his tongue around the head, licks up the vein on the underside, sucks the head again. Guy feels heavy and weightless at the same time.

When Jasper runs his free hand under Guy’s shirt and sinks the tips of his claws into his stomach, just above his pubic hair, he cums hard in Jaspers mouth. He slurs out a string of curse words, hips jerking with every spurt of release. Jasper pulls off him when he’s finished and Guy lets out a sob at the sight of Jasper licking his lips. “You want a taste?” Guy doesn’t know what he’s asking, but he nods. He nods because he wants to please Jasper.

When Jasper kisses him, he forces his tongue in his mouth. They kiss heatedly, despite how exhausted Guy is starting to feel. He moves with Jasper, matches Jasper's energy. He can’t wrap his head around how he can feel so spent while Jasper can be so awake. 

When Jasper disconnects the kiss, there’s a string of spit bridging the gap between their lips. 

Jaspers says, “describe it to me.”

“Sweeter than I expected,” a flush crawls up Guy's neck. He can’t shake the shame. “Not as bitter as some I’ve tasted.” He almost expects Jasper to be upset that he’s been with people before him, he doesn’t know why. “I think- I think I could taste blood, too.”

Jasper rises to his feet gracefully. Nothing at all like an old man. It makes Guy feel fuzzy.

There’s a thick outline in Jasper's pants where his heavy cock rests, and despite his exhaustion, Guy's fingers twitch restlessly with his want to touch. 

Jasper begins to unbuckle his belt, and Guy could drool. He thinks he might be. “Please,” he whispers. To his mild disappointment, Jasper doesn’t demand that Guy return the favour. Instead, once his cock is free, he spits on his palm and begins to stroke himself. 

He makes quick work of it, impatient after being so patient. Guy watches every moment, every twist, every flick of his wrist. 

“Stick your tongue out,” he says roughly. Guy does, happily. It feels like a reward.

Guy doesn’t expect it. He doesn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this.

The red ropes shoot onto his tongue, across his face, his chin, his nose, his cheeks. It drips down his chin to his neck. He has to close his eyes to avoid getting hit there, too. It feels like the blood sizzles on his tongue, a dull, numbing sensation. When Jasper is done, Guy swallows the blood in his mouth without being told to.

“Wish I could get a fucking picture of this,” Jasper is grinning at him when he meets his eyes. 

Guy doesn’t know what to say. His mind is fraying, his eyes and limbs heavy. “Thank you, Daddy.” He’s too tired to overthink it now.

Jasper ruffles his hair. “Let me get you cleaned up.” He tucks his cock into his pants, not bothering to zip them or fasten his belt.

Jasper walks away and grabs a washcloth from a cabinet. He turns the hot water on in the sink. Guy doesn’t know what to do. He can barely form coherent thoughts besides, Jasper, Jasper, Jasper.

Jasper returns with the warm rag and says, “tilt your head up, baby.” He gently wipes away the blood from his face and neck, taking his time to make sure he's nice and clean. When he’s through, Jasper cups his face, stroking over his cheekbone with his thumb. Guy leans into the touch, yearning for it. If he keeps his eyes closed much longer, he might lull himself to sleep. 

Jasper pulls away.

“Get dressed.”

When Guy looks down at his socked feet, disappointment evident on his face. he sees his crumpled shirt, small blood stains littering the bottom and remembers how his tipping point had been Jaspers nails sinking into his stomach. He lifts the hem of shirt shakily and sees that the small cuts have healed up. Jasper repeats, “get dressed.”

It’s hard to stand up, and even harder to pull his underwear back on. He doesn’t want to put his jeans on. his limbs feel too heavy with sleep. 

Jasper sighs. He tosses the dirty rag into the bathtub before sitting on the edge, just where Guy had been when Jasper healed his wounds for the first time. He grabs Guy’s jeans off the floor and holds them up. “Step into them.”

Guy has to balance himself with his hands on jaspers shoulders. He whimpers when he moves his legs, his thighs still shaking. “Shhh,” Jasper soothes. “It’s okay. Take your time.”

Guy feels even more exhausted after he’s got both legs in his jeans but manages to get his button through and his zipper up. When he tries to buckle his belt, his fingers shake so bad he can’t get the prong through the punch holes. He feels so frustrated, his eyes prick with tears again. Jasper clicks his tongue, and grabs both of Guy's hands. “I’m sorry,” Guy whispers. He doesn’t want to disappoint Jasper.

“It’s okay, cmere to me,” Jasper coaxes. Guy shuffles forward.

Jasper grasps his belt tightly, pulls, forcing him closer. He slips the prong in the hole and through the loop, then through one of the loops in his jeans. “There we go,” he coos. Guy should feel embarrassed, but he’s too tired. Jasper nuzzles his stomach, resting his head there for a moment. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like this.”

“With a mortal?” Guys voice is rough, like he’s been screaming even though he hasn’t. Or maybe he had. 

“With anyone,” Jasper corrects. “You’ve got me wrapped about your finger, Guy. I’m not sure I want to let you go.” 

Guy runs his fingers through Jasper's hair soothingly, and thinks loudly, so Jasper knows it’s for him; I think I’m okay with that.