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This twisted, tortured mess, this bed of sinfulness.
“Okay, Guy. One more time.” Jasper said in a calm voice, trying to sound as patient as possible as he leaned toward Guy, staring at him with those morbid blue eyes.
Training someone's mind wasn't as simple as he thought it would be, especially Guy's. The boy's mind had gaps, but not due to amnesia or anything like that, they were gaps in concentration– years of abusing controlled substances had done that to him, years of trying to erase or even hide his gift had delayed the success of his mind-reading abilities.
It was difficult to get Guy to focus on Jasper's voice, even though the vampire practically guided him through the subtle layers of telepathic connection between them. Something always distracted him, whether it was the creaking of the sofa, some noise from the big city in the background, or even his own breathing.
They sat facing each other, one on each of that chic red sofa in Jasper's temporary apartment. And god, Jasper had already lost count of how many times he'd tried to get the boy to precisely read his memories, just to hone his power, to train him as he'd asked. It always went wrong.
Jasper was a very patient man, but something about the boy's restlessness and numerous failed attempts was getting on his nerves. And this time it was just another one of them.
Guy tried to remain attentive to Jasper's eyes and to each shift in the synapses within his mind– however, the boy disconnected from them once again, distracted by a hissing sound in the background, bringing his fingers to his eyes and squeezing tightly, already feeling his head throbbing.
“Fucking Christ, Guy. How did you read that dude's mind at the hotel?” Jasper's irritated voice already radiated from the tips of his teeth, and yet, the vampire remained impassive, merely clasping his hands that had previously rested on his knees.
His question, however, though irritated, was genuine. Guy didn't know how he had done it– perhaps it was the imminent fear of the situation he was in, the adrenaline... All of that at that moment had put his mind on alert, combined with the other vampire's excitement at finding something rare.
“I don’t know– I just told him to think of something.” He replied, throwing himself back on the sofa, exhausted. The cushions flattened under his weight.
“This is gonna be harder than I thought…” Jasper said, almost defeated, rising from the couch and hovering in front of Guy, who lifted his face toward him.
Jasper's breath caught momentarily when he received that wet look from Guy, his eyes bright and exhausted from pushing himself too far. The vampire almost felt guilty about it, but he let himself go, raising his hand and caressing Guy's curls, who instantly closed his eyes and practically melted at his cold touch.
"That's enough for today, kid." The voice sounded low and affectionate, as her fingers played with the boy's hair.
The sensation of Jasper's nails on Guy's scalp had always made him feel good. The way Jasper molded him in his hands, even unintentionally. Guy almost purred at the subliminal passion in the simple touch, but all that vanished when Jasper frowned and essentially teleported to the enormous wooden door of the apartment.
Guy didn't need to see or read his mind to tell how annoyed he was by the break in their moment. They had both been busy in the meantime, with Guy having to lie and justify himself to Helen the whole time and Jasper focusing on his hunt for the book, barely having any time for themselves.
And even before anyone knocks on the door, Jasper grabs the doorknob and opens it, letting in none other than Olive, who enters with unwavering confidence, always wearing that sweet smile on her face and carrying a folder in her hands. The sound of her heels and gold necklaces echoes through the room.
“Guy.” She greets him with a warm smile and a friendly voice, joining him on the couch, her sweet perfume flooding the boy’s senses.
No answer came from him, just an awkward smile. She breaks into another wide grin at his reaction before realizing she might’ve interrupted something between them.
“Jasper, I need some time with your golden boy.” Olive says, turning her attention to the folder in her hand, opening it and flipping through the pages.
The vampire was still lingering in the doorway, arms crossed. Clicking his tongue loud enough for both of them to hear, he just goes, “What is it now? Some Talamasca bullshit?”
“Exactly that.”
“Shit, fine.” He replies, dropping his arms and almost rolling his eyes. “I’ll go check on Checkers while I’m at it. And oh– don’t take too long, I still need him.” Then the door slams shut, making Guy jolt on the couch, still without saying a word.
“Well, he’s been so much easier to deal with since you came to us.” She says without meeting his eyes as she places the open folder on the small coffee table.
“You think so? He seems the same as ever to me.” The reply comes quick and nervous, with Guy fidgeting his hands between his thighs.
“Oh, I’m sure.” A soft laugh. Olive wasn’t stupid, she knew something was going on, she just couldn’t say what. But it was true, the old man had been easier to handle– he listened better to Owen’s complaints, even gave the Mother House staff a break now and then. “But I’m here for something else.” That same softness returns to her voice.
With the folder open on the small table, she pulled out what was essentially a profile sheet about someone, blank. But when Olive traced it with her red nails, that’s when Guy caught sight of a small ID photo of Doris. Were they still on this? Was Jasper still on this? Was it about her, or about the supposed book?
Guy didn’t let it slide, he snatched the paper from Olive’s hand, though she didn’t flinch or move an inch. He studied the sheet, looking for any information on the girl– not that he cared that much, but he also wanted to know what they knew about her, since he himself knew nothing beyond her connection to Keves and maybe, just maybe, the fucking book.
“There’s nothing there.” Olive sighed, this time taking the paper from his hand with the calm he clearly didn’t have. “That’s why I’m here. I need you to tell me what you know about her, so I can put together a proper dossier.”
A little incredulous, but not entirely, Guy looked at her confused, opening and closing his mouth, unsure exactly how to respond or what she wanted from him. “I’ve said it a million times before. All I know is that she’s a witch, a friend of Keves, and that she lives on that boat in Regent’s Canal with a bunch of other witches.” He said almost everything at once, not even giving himself the chance to take a breath between words.
“You sure that’s all you know?” She gave him a slightly suspicious look, leaning against the back of the couch with one arm.
“Yes. Everything I had to say, I already told Jaz–”
“And what does she know about us? Did you tell her anything?” Oh, Olive was way too sharp. Guy blinked twice before even answering, remembering how he’d handed Jasper’s plan to her on a silver platter and how she openly mocked him for it.
The silence from him and the way his body stiffened gave him away. Olive dropped her relaxed pose and furrowed her brow, annoyed. Her mind was screaming at Guy’s, deliberately demanding an explanation.
“Look, I already told Jasper and he was fine with it and–” another pause.
“What did you say, Guy?”
“I just mentioned that we were looking for the book, and yeah, she laughed in my face and said I was a fool.” He said, nervous and unsure of what reaction would come. “That’s it. Just that.”
Olive just got up from the couch without saying a word. She slipped the sheet back into the folder and tucked it under her arm again. Guy swallowed hard at the shift in her posture and even tried to say something, but it could only make things worse and he wasn’t in the mood for another argument.
Then the woman simply walks quickly toward the door, the harsh sound of her heels echoing once more, revealing her irritation. She opened and slammed it with a force that makes Guy shudder and close his eyes, shaking his head wearily.
When he was finally alone, he let himself flop onto the comfortable couch. Still, the softness of the cushions wasn’t enough to clam down or even quiet his thoughts. The guilt of having to lie to Helen grew heavier in his chest with each passing day. Sure, he was still irritated that they’d lied to him his whole life, but he knew Helen’s heart– she wasn’t a bad person. She wanted to fix whatever the Talamasca was up to, unlike Jasper, who wanted to destroy the order at its root. And where did that leave him? Stuck in the middle, two opposing sides, each holding a piece of his mind.
Jasper on one side, holding his heart and every fiber of his body, and on the other, Helen, reaching into his conscience with those comforting words, shielding him from his own truth.
Guy rubbed his eyes hard, trying to shake the thoughts, but it was too much. The headache and nausea consumed him every moment he went without the pills. He had never thought of withdrawal as such an irritating problem, or how it would so thoroughly hinder anything that required his mind. Thinking, speaking, expressing himself, reacting… All of it was sending Guy into a spiral of regret and melancholy he had spent his entire life avoiding.
He was sweating cold as he searched for any pillow to cling to. The aches in his body, brought on by withdrawal, returned with a dull pounding beneath his tired muscles, while his ears filled with phantom sounds and memories. Whenever he felt exhausted whether physically or mentally, his mind drifted to the few memories he had of his mother. The one he swore to himself he would go to the ends of the earth to find.
Even though he hadn’t talked about her to Jasper lately, she never left his mind, his memories. He would never forget what it felt like to see a recent photo of her, sent to his phone by that writer he didn’t even care to remember– it was his mother who mattered, and that was why he threw himself headfirst into this world and into that secret, supernatural order.
With a drawn-out sigh and a dry throat, Guy reluctantly gets up from the couch, his clothes feeling heavier than he can bear, and walks through the apartment despite his weakened body. Wandering through the luxurious place seemed to be his only way to clear his head, not that he was forbidden from going out or anything, but Jasper was overly protective, almost obsessive, and well, the boy had everything and anything he needed.
Lately, his outings had been mostly just to meet Helen, but even those weren’t very frequent, since Olive covered for him on almost every occasion. And who would have guessed... Guy would never have suspected her if it weren’t for the shock of hearing Jasper call her on the other end of the phone line.
So much was happening, so much was yet to happen. Guy still felt out of place amidst it all, among the people, the creatures, even Jasper. Of course, their trust had reached another level after the situation in the garage, however, much remained unknown to him. Everyone was using him in some way, and it drove him crazy. Why so much secrecy? What was so dangerous for him if he was already in a far from safe situation? Even being under the wing of a very clever vampire and an entire Mother House wasn’t enough to keep him safe?
It felt like he would never get a break. Always preparing for something, always training his mind, planning, investigating. Maybe that’s what being a spy entails.
“Fuck…” He muttered to himself as he dragged his bare feet across the red carpet, testing whether the texture of the fabric or the cold hardwood floor would pull him out of this numb haze. It didn’t work.
Now walking over to the large dining table, the boy pours himself a glass of water, fumbling with the metal pitcher but, luckily, not spilling it. He felt like he needed his medication, but he also knew this was almost a test of self-control.
Drinking like a man parched with thirst or like a vampire who hadn’t fed in months, he wondered how much longer he would have to endure the tremors and the pain. It was unbearable to feel fine one moment and, just a few minutes later, be aching as if he’d been run over.
All of it was too much, and Guy wouldn’t stop telling himself that, but it was also all he had at the moment, the resources he needed to find his mother. He just hadn’t expected to find a partner along the way.
Dragging himself along once more, he approaches and collapses onto the couch, sinking into the cushions as if it were his coffin. Ruffling his hair, the memory of Jasper’s hands and sharp nails flashes through his mind. He wanted the vampire, he had wanted Jasper for some time, but the man was always busy.
The jumble in his head prevented him from thinking clearly. Guy felt confused, irritated, and filled with desire. It was like before– a few minutes everything was fine, and suddenly a tsunami of bad emotions mixed with anguish and excitement. What the hell, is this what it's like to be close to insanity?
The cloud of thoughts hovering over Guy’s head dissipated when the wooden door slammed loudly once again. He hoped it wasn’t Olive this time, but the silence of the footsteps and the faint scent of whiskey mixed with wet earth gave him away.
His urge was to jump off the couch and grab Jasper in a comforting hug, but the pain was still there, so he simply proposed to get up on his elbows and look towards the entrance, finding his beloved walking towards him like a feline. His eyes always shining for him.
Like a baby, as Jasper called him, Guy simply stretches his arms upward, silently inviting him to snuggle with him. The vampire knew his boy needed a rest, and he would be very cruel to deny him that.
Smirking and shaking his head, he approached the needy boy, sitting beside him while Guy climbed on top of him, hovering between his legs and nestling where his mortal heart once beat. The position was perfect for a nap, even more so when Jasper's cold hands found Guy's curls, playing with strands once more in the way he loved. He gently tugged, twisted them between his fingers, ran them under his nails, and it was all so satisfying when the vampire noticed the boy was nearly asleep.
“Are you okay, boy?” A gentle question floated over them. Jasper knew how he was feeling without his medication. “Is this about your pills?" Another run through his curls with one hand, followed by a pat on the back with the other.
"Yes and no." The voice came out muffled by the vampire's clothes, where Guy was practically with his face buried, trying to inhale any essence from him, just to remember the reality around him.
“Wanna talk about it?” The empathetic tone coming from Jasper's mouth was still strange to Guy. It was different from when they first met, not entirely, since the vampire was quite tolerant of his presence and history, but still different.
A soft laugh escaped from Jasper’s chest and lips, letting Guy know that, yes, he had heard his monologue as he always did, for the thousandth time.
"That's why we're training. You need to learn to properly close your mind, my dear. Even for me." Another pat on his head.
With every touch and breath that passed through Guy, he felt increasingly overwhelmed. His body trembled, even though no sense of danger or anxiety was palpable to him at that moment. Only that cold feeling of helplessness, powerful enough to burn everything around him.
“You’re shaking...” Jasper murmurs softly, almost as if not to startle him as he lowers his gaze to observe him. What was troubling his boy so much?
“The pills, my mother, Helen, all this Talamasca bullshit. I don’t know how to feel. It feels like I’m a little kid.” Guy spat it out, laughing at himself and his own self-pity. Then he rested his cheek against Jasper’s chest, waiting for any words of wisdom from him, as he always did– those speeches that most of the time left him more apathetic than inspired.
None came. It was as if Jasper understood him– not like before, but truly, without manipulation. The vampire knew what it was like to be lost in the world, alone, nameless, with no one, having to fend for himself while hunger and misery chased him like a cat chasing a beam of light.
What Jasper would never admit was that he saw himself in Guy. He saw himself in his pain, his loneliness, his uncertainty, and, incredibly, what Jasper feared most in that moment was that Guy would leave him, lie to him, and turn out to be like all the others who had passed through his life.
Wow, sure, lots of feelings, but that's what it meant to be inside that inverted world that was the Talamasca, or anything related to those supernatural beings like witches, revenants, and especially vampires. Vampires were as dramatic as Shakespearean plays. How could you explain their obsession with human manias and emotions without mentioning lust and hunger? Except Jasper was different, he was different from any vampire alive in this world, or any other who had been made a pawn by that order.
After all this time by Jasper's side, he knew the man well enough– in a way. Jasper was more blue-collar, country. He loved alternative music and knew how to navigate the lower classes. He didn’t have the arrogance and superiority of a typical vampire, and he knew how to get by.
But that wasn’t the point. Guy didn't know how he let his mind wander to Jasper. In truth, there was no avoiding it, the vampire was always there in his thoughts, whether he wanted him there or not, especially when he definitely shouldn’t be. The bond between them was stronger than before, and after the sex and the bite, everything felt more intense. His presence was like an anvil pressing down on him, weighing him down with that urge to throw himself into his arms and pull him close.
How could you get it into a boy’s head– yes, he was just a boy, only twenty-five, that being in love with a vampire nearly a hundred and fifty years old, who looked sixty, was anything close to normal? Jasper had won him over not only with those gentle, comforting words in the bathroom while he cleaned his wounds, but also with his actions. The old man was always protecting him, keeping the Talamasca off his back, and secretly searching for his mother.
Olive knew about the gesture and didn’t complain about putting it at the top of the House’s to-do list, along with the book. And to her, that meant Guy was important in a way she hadn’t even realized. So she put in the effort, both to please Jasper and Guy. She worked hard to find Doris, to build a perfect dossier to capture that fucking witch who apparently had their book. And what they would do with the book was not her business, she just wanted a quiet place to rest.
After Jasper's deafening silence, Guy cleared his throat, trying to shake off the weight of his own words, thinking that Jasper didn't care, which was quite the opposite. The vampire simply didn't know how to express himself in the face of it. For the first time, Jasper felt powerless to help his boy. Even though they loved and trusted each other, there were so many secrets and stories that Jasper couldn't even share with Guy.
Fortunately, their connection was stronger than anything anyone had ever seen. So, even with the weakness in his body and the throbbing pain in his temples, Guy pushed himself to go through another training session.
“Forget it. Let’s try one more time, one last time.” And Jasper looked at him with those almost irritated eyes, betraying a hint of uncertainty. “Please...”
It was that simple combination of letters that that shattered Jasper inside. A stubborn and bossy man brought to his knees because the human he cared about more than he should had begged him.
“This is the last time for today, Guy.” He replied, trying to set some limit, knowing he would give in to any request Guy made.
So, reluctantly, he pushed Guy back, breaking the embrace and sitting down to try to focus better, for both of them. Despite his feelings, Jasper knew exactly how to be professional, or how to separate work from personal matters– not always, but it counted in that moment.
When they both sat down facing each other, Jasper calmly told the boy to focus on his voice. It was easy to read a human mind because the focus came from the beating heart and uneven breathing, but with vampires, it was something far more intuitive. There wasn’t a specific rule or a clear tip on how to delve into the psyche of these undead creatures, either they opened up willingly, or you forced your way in. The question was how to force that entry correctly without raising suspicion.
Jasper’s steady voice echoed in Guy’s ears as the boy struggled to follow it without closing his eyes. Concentration had to come with him fully 'awake', aware of his other senses. He had to hold onto that even if the surrounding noises became overwhelming, even if any strong or putrid smell filled his nostrils, or if any touch brushed against his sensitive, unblemished skin.
After a few minutes of staring intensely at each other, Guy was able to hear his own name in Jasper’s thoughts, which was a good sign. They were starting in pieces, one step at a time, and that way everything would work out.
Jasper possessed a skill honed by years of immortality, allowing him to synchronize his mind with Guy's. This helped him gauge how much his boy was learning, and when he realized Guy had managed to read at least a few words and names, he gave a slight, proud smile. Guy was tired, but he definitely learned quickly.
“Keep it up.” He encouraged. The boy was on the right track.
Sweat was visible on Guy's temples, his breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding so hard that Jasper had to lick his lips to control himself. The fact that he had already drunk his blood once didn’t help either, since the vampire remembered the taste every time his tongue touched his lower lip.
A strong emotion. That’s what Guy was able to read among the millions of mental shelves in Jasper’s mind. Another step forward. He could see the willpower and self-control of the situation from inside the vampire’s head. Another proud smile in response.
At some point, Jasper tested Guy’s limits a little further, momentarily breaking his concentration to turn on the record player, picking one of his favorite rock bands to play and forcing the boy to focus despite the persistent noise in the background. Sweat from the exertion gathered at the tips of his hair and along the collar of his shirt, leading him to take off the flannel jacket he was wearing.
Even with the music blasting and the dampness of sweat clinging to his body and clothes, the technique worked, and they continued like that for a few hours– not long hours, but enough time had passed.
It was already night outside, the vinyl record had stopped spinning, leaving that continuous crackle, but neither of them noticed, too focused on each other's gaze and the excellent work Guy was doing. He was doing very well, and that was filling Jasper's half-dead heart with satisfaction. And even with all the mental and physical effort, with the pangs of withdrawal knocking at his door every minute, he remained steadfast.
When Jasper was ready to end the training that Guy saw him. As he shifted on the back of the sofa to release the boy from the mental chains between them, Guy jumped back. The vampire remained motionless, only raising an eyebrow in her direction.
“I did it–” He murmured with little emotion, more surprised than anything else. Blinking several times as if to dispel the vision he had just had, which was not the intention, he couldn’t do anything else except rub his sweaty face with his equally sweaty hands.
Jasper looked him up and down, expecting more of Guy's reaction, apprehensive about what the boy might have seen inside his head. Was it a feeling? A memory or a recollection? Some trauma that would make his boy completely distance himself?
“What'd you see?” Jasper asks in a softer tone, moving closer and placing his hand on Guy's thigh.
“You–” A pause, and Guy pulled his hands away from his face to look at him. “And a dog.”
“Rusty…” The whisper, and Jasper’s red, teary eyes gave him away.
It was one of his favorite memories– actually, a collection of them. Guy saw them as if they were a film playing in his mind. Flashes and cuts shaping the thousands of scenes of the two of them together, walking, running, even sleeping side by side on a hard-packed dirt floor.
“Did you see Rusty?” Guy didn’t need to be an expert in intuition to notice how emotional Jasper had become, and how he had slightly trembled when the word 'dog' was spoken. “D’you see him?” This time came in a louder, more frantic tone, startling Guy.
"Y-Yes." Eyes blinking incessantly. "You two running, playing."
“My fucking god.” Followed by a nasal laugh as a blood tear ran down Jasper’s cheek.
And his eyes widened. He had never seen so much vulnerability in Jasper, never seen him express his feelings so openly with a single tear. And that was the answer to the quiet insecurities Guy had kept buried in his chest. In that moment, he knew Jasper trusted him, trusted him with his plans, his feelings and his weaknesses. The vampire was opening his mind for the boy to explore, to dig around if he wanted. The training wasn’t just an exercise to improve his skills– it was also Jasper’s way of surrendering himself to the boy in a way that no one else ever could.
Then Guy simply reached out, brushing the blood tear from the vampire’s face with his thumb. Beyond showing compassion in the moment, he was also giving Jasper the space to choose whether or not to talk about it, which, fortunately, made him feel comfortable enough to do so.
“I was in my twenties when I found Rusty. He took to me right away– hah, he had a brindle coat, that’s how he got his name, all patchy-looking. Man, I miss him.”
Guy didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He let Jasper talk about his past, about his companion, about how that dog had been his only company for years while he was lost and alone in a place he didn’t even know.
“After the Great Depression, it was just me and Rusty. I barely knew how to get by in the world– at least I had him by my side. We slept together, ate together… And even without a single penny in my pocket, I begged people for food just to feed him. Dark times…”
Pain clung to the edges of his words, pouring into the boy’s ears like molten iron. Besides his entire family being massacred, Jasper spent his youth running and hiding, struggling against hunger and the thirst for revenge that had taken root in his heart from a young age.
A gentle hand and an empathetic gaze were directed at the vampire. Guy’s thumb stroked him over the fabric of his thigh, sending warmth through the touch against the coldness of Jasper’s body. And that look– the same tearful look from the day Jasper revealed part of his story. The same scene in that emerald bathroom, the beginning of the connection between them.
And it didn’t stop there. Guy knew how much Jasper loved the sound of his own voice and how much he enjoyed using analogies and stories to explain his actions. But now it was as if he were lifting a weight off his chest that had been there for decades, with no one to trust, only a young lawyer who had crossed paths with Talamasca.
Jasper’s striking blue eyes fixed on some random corner of the room, lacking the courage to look the boy in the eye as he unraveled all his emotional baggage. The redness around his eyes once again revealed the pain and loss behind all those years of immortality. It was curious, to say the least, to see all that confidence and honesty come undone over a single memory.
When he became self-aware of his own melodrama, Jasper shook his head, trying to push the memories away and bury them deep within the millions of drawers in his mind. He didn’t want the boy to see that particular memory, there were so many others, anything else to see and feel... Even so, a flicker of pride was still there, proud of Guy for having done well in training over the past few weeks.
“Sorry, kid. I talked too much.” His voice came out shakier than it should have as he was already getting up from the couch, putting distance between himself and any lingering trace of emotion from this absurd situation he’d gotten himself into.
“Hey, wait–” Guy stopped him, grabbing his wrist and looking him in the eyes.
It caught him by surprise, but he remained still under the boy’s touch, knowing more was coming. Even so, he hadn’t expected to hear what came out of Guy’s mouth with such sincerity, so full of feeling.
“Thank you for trusting me, Jasper.”
The moment the grip on his wrist loosened, he huffed in irritation, scratching his forehead with his sharp nail before clicking his tongue. He waited one, two seconds for the moment to dissolve, but it didn’t. And when Guy kept looking at him with those doe-like eyes, that was when Jasper gave in to his instincts– fortunately, carnal ones.
He moves back to the sofa, practically pressing his lips against Guy's in a messy kiss, but more than anything, longing.
Jasper’s cold body pressed against Guy’s, forcing him down with a voracity that left the boy breathless. His hands went straight to the vampire’s silver hair, pulling him closer, fangs threatening to descend and drain every drop of his blood. And he would let him.
In contrast, Jasper’s hands stayed on either side of Guy’s face, just the way he always liked to hold him– immobilizing the boy by the face, holding him firmly while forcing him to look deep into his eyes, letting him feel the passion in his touch.
The moment Jasper’s lips drew closer to Guy’s again, the boy sighed, his warm breath tinged with desire, and whispered. “I miss you.”
Jasper pulled back just a few inches, using his thumb to stroke Guy’s flushed, slightly sweat-dampened cheek. Maybe it was the withdrawal, or maybe the training, he thought.
“Miss you too, my boy.”
Confidently, Guy pushes against Jasper’s broad chest, making him lean back on the comfortable sofa as he mounts him, fitting his thighs against the vampire's hips. Even with his body and mind still aching, he decides to surrender to desire and longing. He leans on Jasper's shoulder with one hand while the other rests once more on the messy, gray hair that so enchanted Guy.
A rush of euphoria coursed through Jasper’s lifeless body, as he felt warmth seeping through the cold layers of his skin, a satisfied smile forming at Guy’s unexpected boldness. But he let the boy do whatever he wanted with him– he had already stepped into his mind and rooted around inside it, so what was one more step into this abyss of human and vampiric feelings between them? Nothing.
Guy sits right on top of his already growing erection, steadying himself as he pulls harder on Jasper’s hair, pressing light kisses to the vampire’s neck, letting only his warm breath make every dead cell in his body shiver with life. With his other hand, which had been resting on Jasper’s shoulder, he drags it down over the vampire’s black shirt, awkwardly unbuttoning it.
Then Jasper gives in, stretching both arms along the back of the couch, like some fucking pimp having fun with a stripper.
“Please, don’t. I’m not a hooker.” The reply came faster than either of them expected, and Guy stopped the string of kisses. A shame, it had sounded so good in his head.
“Oh, c’mon. You’re my baby boy. Let me think of you that way–” Jasper said, running his hand through the boy’s curls, tucking them behind his ear in an almost affectionate gesture, hah.
But just as the two of them leaned in at the same time to kiss again, a knock at the door echoed through the room, freezing them in place– especially Guy, his heart jumping so hard that Jasper could have heard it from miles away.
“Shit!” He cursed, jumping off Jasper’s lap at the same instant and settling down beside him on the couch.
The vampire, on the other hand, huffs in irritation at the interruption, the second one that day, and from the same person. Without moving, he calls out toward the door, only slightly stretching his neck to do so. “Come in!”
And Guy wasted no time smoothing his messy hair back with his fingers, trying to look at least somewhat presentable, unlike Jasper, who remained sprawled with his arms stretched out on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned and his hair completely disheveled.
Olive steps into the apartment again, this time looking a little more tired, though still carrying that folder tucked under her arm. She stops halfway in, her heel scraping against the hardwood floor.
“What happened to you two?” Her eyes move from the state of Jasper’s clothes and hair to the blush and embarrassment on Guy’s face.
“Hah, what do you want, Olive?” The rough baritone in the vampire’s voice, a clear deflection from her question makes her arch an eyebrow.
She was a smart woman, she knew something about the scene wasn’t right. But pushing Jasper further by questioning him about it would be even worse. Smart as she was, she knew the vampire’s fury, and she certainly wasn’t going to test him now.
“I’ve got the full dossier on our thief.” She says proudly, walking toward them and tossing the open folder onto the coffee table, then throwing herself onto the opposite sofa. Her confident posture, with legs crossed, hands laced over her knee– radiates the satisfaction of a job well done.
Jasper’s eyes lit up at her words, pulling him out of his relaxed pose as he quickly grabbed the file and began reading it at once. Meanwhile, Guy swallowed hard, trying to sneak a glimpse of whatever was so important in that folder.
There was almost everything about Doris in there– that she was a vampire, that she lived peacefully with the Maida Vale coven. There was even information about Keves, her adopted daughter. Some of it was important, some of it less so.
Her connection to the book, however, was still an unknown to them, though not a difficult one to guess. Everyone wanted that book, it was a myth that, day by day, was proving itself real. Of course, there was one key point they had never uncovered, unless the Talamasca headquarters decided to grant access. But that was above their clearance. Jasper was the one in charge of this Mother House for as long as he remained useful, and he was being useful.
“D’you think the witches know her whereabouts?” Jasper said, snapping the folder shut and tossing it onto the table with a sharp noise.
“I don’t know. Maybe–” Olive replies right after.
Then the two of them began discussing plans and strategies as if Guy weren’t even there. The boy’s gaze kept shifting between them, a knot of apprehension tightening in his chest as he sensed the direction everything was beginning to take.
“You’re not gonna attack the coven, are you?” Guy snapped his gaze toward Jasper. “Doris may be a thief, but the coven has nothing to do with it.” He was pleading with him.
Guy feels the air shift as Jasper’s eyes narrow and he moves closer, looking him straight in the eye, analyzing every emotion written across his face– and in his thoughts. A few seconds pass before he slips back into a relaxed posture, leaning against the couch once more.
“Nah, it’s not that serious. We don’t need a massacre.” His hand reaches out, going straight to Guy’s hair and ruffling it as if he were a petulant child. “And besides, she’s probably not even there.”
Olive simply watches the scene unfold, still in the same position as before. She looks at the two of them– Guy blushing faintly as he pushes Jasper’s hand away, Jasper laughing and telling him not to worry. There’s definitely something going on between them, she thinks.
And in that moment, they both stop and look at her, as if they’ve been caught. She simply raises an eyebrow. Jasper lets out a soft chuckle and Guy stands up, flustered and embarrassed.
“Gonna take a shower.” And he practically disappears from the room, leaving the two of them alone.
Olive gives Jasper a small smile, the kind that says she’s finally figured everything out. And of course he feels good about it– he was marking his territory.
They talk a while longer about the plan, whether they should send Guy to speak with the coven’s leader, since he was friends with Keves and known to Doris, or have Olive go in his place undercover. There were plenty of options, and surprisingly enough, Jasper actually considered his request about not attacking the coven outright. But for any mission connected to this, the boy would have to play his part. He was the one with ties to the witches, and to the book.
After a while, they were still sitting on opposite couches, talking, not strategizing anymore, just discussing trivial things. The kind of conversation Guy would never have expected to hear from the two of them. Despite everything, it seemed that Olive and Jasper were friends, as if Talamasca even allowed something like that.
When Guy reappears in the living room, clean, his hair still damp and the scent of shampoo lingering in the air– Jasper shifts in his seat. It almost seems deliberate, but it isn’t. The boy is standing behind the couch where Olive sits, and god, he looked so beautiful in those sweatpants and the slightly loose white t-shirt, while drying his curls with the towel he’d just used. His pose was relaxed, the shower seemed to have washed away all his exhaustion.
“Don’t be shy. C’mon here, boy.” Jasper said, gesturing calmly with his hand, beckoning him closer.
And he walks over, clicking his tongue and glancing around as if he were being watched. Olive follows him with her eyes as he comes into view and sits down on the couch, extremely close to Jasper.
She doesn’t let it faze her. Instead, she resumes her confident posture, crossing her legs and leaning back against the couch. “So, Guy. We were talking about the plan. When you can– or rather, when Jasper allows, you’ll visit the coven and speak to their leader, Sylvia. Ask her about Doris, about her possible whereabouts. Be a spy. Be an investigator.” Her tone is firm, leaving no room for doubt.
The boy just laughs at the situation, almost in disbelief. As if it weren’t enough that he’d nearly been killed at the hotel, thrown headfirst into a mission he barely understood, and now this? Getting involved with witches was something that, deep down, truly scared him. Spells, curses– he’d read about all of it.
“Don’t worry, my dude. We always have backup.” The compassionate tone in Jasper’s voice, and the term he used, my dude, makes Guy shoot him a look of disdain.
The vampire doesn’t mind, he simply finds the situation amusing, reaching out again to toy with the boy’s damp curls. Jasper doesn’t need to tell Guy how much he likes his hair. The color, the texture, the way it falls across his forehead, and the mess it turns into after a few affectionate ruffles.
His fingers played with the damp strands, a pointed nail lightly scraping the tip of the boy’s ear, his gaze fixed on him, practically screaming for attention. The tension was so palpable that even Guy and Olive felt uncomfortable.
“Okay– I really feel like I’m interrupting something.” Her voice cut through the moment like a cold blade. But only for Guy.
It wasn’t the sarcasm in her voice that brought Jasper back to reality, but the rustle of the cushions as Olive stood up, ready to leave the conversation– and conveniently, the room. Of course, he took advantage of the moment to finally be alone with his boy. They needed to be.
"Please." He gestures toward the door, not outright telling her to leave, but inviting her to. “Unless you want to hear or see something you’d rather not.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, more at Jasper’s audacity than at the implication of his words. She was already on her way out, but… wow.
“Jazzy!” Guy scolds him. Oh my God, he doesn’t know where to hide his face.
“Jazzy?” She repeats, surprised once again, resting a hand on her hip as she remains standing in front of them. It’s a lot to process all at once.
“Pet names, y’know?” Jasper says, punctuating it with a wink.
“Jesus–” The boy mutters, resting his elbows on knees and burying his face in his hands in embarrassment.
It couldn’t be happening. First Doris overhearing them at a very specific moment, and now this– Jasper staking his claim while there were far more important things to deal with. Olive definitely didn’t need or want to know about any of it, but when you work and live among creatures starved for any kind of human emotion, this sort of thing tends to happen.
“I’ll leave the lovebirds alone.” Her tone was sharp, and then the click of her heels on the hardwood and the thud of the door closing echoed through the room.
Seconds after the door slams shut, Guy lowers his hands from his face and turns toward Jasper, who is still lounging on the couch, pretending that the scene from moments ago never happened.
"You're unbelievable..." A snort followed by a chuckle.
There was no immediate reply. The vampire simply stood and walked over to the record player, swapping the vinyl for a Georgia Satellites album, the one he always played. Then he walked back, slow and deliberate, with the grace of a predator ready to strike– and Guy was the prey. Those piercing eyes, bright like a feline’s in the dark, fixed on the boy until he shifted uneasily among the cushions.
What Guy had expected from that whole scene was for Jasper to lunge at his throat or do something aggressive, but none of that came. The man simply sat down on the other couch, silently, facing the boy, his legs spread. It didn’t take a genius to understand the situation, yet Jasper still made a point of not breaking eye contact as he gave two light taps with his index and middle finger against his pelvis.
A silence weighed on the moment for a few seconds, Guy swallowing hard as he stared at him in disbelief. But he was like a puppy learning how to behave in this immortal world, so of course he obeyed. He obeyed like the good dog he was. Hah. Guy might not be their boy, but he was definitely Jasper’s boy.
He rose from the couch, slightly trembling, and stood in front of the vampire. Their eyes never broke contact, the contrast between living and dead hanging in the air, balanced between the fear and desire that had always been there.
Jasper simply raises an eyebrow, in that way he always does when he’s challenging someone or giving a silent order. And in this case, it was an order.
Guy swallowed hard once more, this time audibly, yet he knelt anyway, almost compelled by the vampire’s will. Not that he didn’t want to, but deep down he was still shy about it. So he remained there, kneeling between Jasper’s legs, who continued to watch him with those glassy eyes.
“C’mon, baby. I need you.” He reached out to stroke the boy’s cheek, smoothing his warm skin with his thumb.
The soft tone completely unsettled Guy, and he let himself be carried away. With a surge of courage, he braced his knees firmly against the floor and began to unzip Jasper’s dark pants. It didn’t take much stimulation for the vampire to grow hard– the sight of the boy kneeling there, yielding and tense, was already enough to push him dangerously close to the edge.
The warm hands against the cold skin of Jasper’s cock made him shudder at the sensation. That difference in temperature always caught him off guard, always left him craving the heat of his boy’s body. But it was the soft touch of Guy’s tongue that pulled him from his daze. Jasper hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes when he felt those hands on him, but the moment he felt the warmth and moisture enveloping him, he immediately lowered his gaze to watch the scene unfold.
Guy brushes the tip of his tongue over the head, as if testing unfamiliar territory. It wasn’t his first time doing this, but the way he’d been instructed to do it had shaken him. Still, Guy was a brave boy, so he took him deeper into his mouth, parting his lips wide to swallow every inch of skin.
His tongue dragging slowly and deliberately along his entire length made Jasper let out a low, growling moan, his hands flying to Guy’s hair. He didn’t rush the boy– he simply let him take his time, let him play with him at his own pace.
“I’ve been waiting all day for this– Fuck, that’s it, boy.” Another groan slips from his lips, which remain slightly parted, sighing each time the warm, wet glide of Guy’s tongue moves over the head.
Soon his confidence grows, resulting in the boy focusing on the up-and-down movements with his mouth. But the limited space makes it difficult to move properly, so without pulling away from his cock, he grips the waistband of Jasper’s pants with both hands and tugs them down to mid-thigh. Now there’s more room to move, more freedom to continue.
Jasper simply smiled, letting another long, drawn-out moan spill from his lungs, as if it rose from the very core of him. He felt so good that, without realizing it, he opened his mind to Guy, who connected almost automatically.
The hiss of guitar and drums from the music playing in the background didn’t stop him from hearing and feeling Jasper’s own pleasure echoing at the back of his mind. Like an intrusive sound and sensation he couldn’t shake. It made Guy let out a muffled moan, still with him in his mouth, sending the vibration of his vocal cords reverberating along his entire length.
“Fucking god–” Jasper lets out in a hiss, overcome by the stimulation. His body tightens as he realizes he’s getting close faster than he expected. “Guy– oh, baby…” He throws his head back, exposing the line of his neck.
Which was almost ironic, because it was Guy who suddenly felt the urge to bite that spot and leave a mark, even knowing it would fade seconds later. Still, that didn’t stop him. He released him with a soft pop, making him twitch, and practically climbed up Jasper’s body instead, bracing himself on his thighs before rising higher to grip either side of his neck.
Another wicked grin across Jasper’s lips. Yeah, he really feels like a fucking pimp, getting a private show like this just for him. Then Guy grabs him by the neck and kisses him, with more teeth and saliva than anything else, making the vampire taste himself on the boy’s tongue. That only spurs him on further, pulling the boy against him until he sat on his lap, on top of his throbbing, wet cock, dripping with saliva and precum.
“Eager, huh?” He teases, followed by another wet, clumsy kiss. It wasn’t just the boy who was hungry, but god, the warm, slick press of lips against his cold neck– it was almost too much.
The pressure of their bodies pressed together, still partially clothed, was becoming unbearable for both of them. Jasper felt himself slipping closer to the edge with the weight and friction of Guy’s ass against his exposed cock, while Guy grew more restless with every slow grind against the vampire.
Guy’s prominent erection made it feel like his sweatpants were two sizes too small. The wet tip staining the thick fabric only made it more obvious just how turned on he was.
“Take off your pants.” Jasper whispered in his ear, then placed a soft, almost tender kiss on his cheek.
When Guy pulls away from his lap to get rid of his clothes, pants and shirt, he feels like an anxious teenager about to have sex. That’s when he notices Jasper move in that supernatural way vampires always do, heading toward the bedroom and returning literally two seconds later. If you blinked, you’d miss it, but Guy was always watching his little vampire.
He returns to the same position as before, casual, his cock still free from his pants, the difference now being the bottle of lube in his hand. The boy notices and lets out a chuckle, because despite every instinct telling him to stay away from Jasper and run as far as he could, he knew it was impossible. This man, this creature, knew when to be serious and intimidating, but he also knew exactly how to be funny… Even charming.
But the urgency was different now, so without wasting any time, Guy climbed back onto his lap, snatching the lube from his hands with a speed that even impressed the vampire. And without needing to be asked, the boy poured the slick liquid onto his fingers, testing its thickness before sliding them into himself, a sharp hiss of discomfort escaping his lips.
He braced himself against Jasper with his free hand, while the other worked at his own body, trying to stretch himself as quickly as possible. His body, still tense from the long day, made it harder– his muscles tightening against the sudden intrusion, resisting before slowly beginning to yield.
Jasper didn’t hold back in helping his lover get ready, gripping his ass with one hand and spreading him open to ease the movement of his fingers. His other hand hovered at the side of Guy’s neck, holding him in place. The desire to possess him was overwhelming, but he had to endure it until the boy was ready. So his icy lips pressed against the side of Guy’s neck, where his blood pulsed thick and strong, right over the old scar from the first bite. The bite he hadn’t allowed Jasper to heal. He’d said he wanted to remember it. Weird, but Jasper hadn’t minded.
The intoxicating scent rising from Guy, along with the sighs and groans slipping from his lips, were pure music to Jasper’s attentive ears. His fangs slid into place, threatening to sink into that tempting neck, yet he restrained himself, dragging his tongue down his throat instead. Like a dog savoring a bone, the vampire traced slow, deliberate licks up the line of the boy's neck until he reached the curve of his cheek, tasting the clean skin still warm from the shower.
Two fingers didn’t seem to be enough for Guy– Jasper could feel that in his thoughts. So, taking advantage of the fact that one hand was already close, he simply moved it to gather a bit more lube on his index finger and pushed it in alongside the others. The boy arched at the intrusion, not expecting that sudden addition.
Their cocks brushing together while all of this was happening, Guy’s practically drooling over Jasper’s, rubbing involuntarily as the boy moved against his own fingers and the vampire’s. The spark of pleasure intensified with every drag of skin against skin between them.
Then, even without being fully prepared, Guy pulled his fingers out of himself, prompting Jasper to do the same. He grabbed the tube of lube again, rising briefly to pour a generous amount over the vampire’s length, spreading it carefully from base to tip with his other hand.
Jasper let the boy do all the work, holding his face firmly as Guy wrapped his hand around his cock and guided him toward his entrance. And fuck– the sensation of the head pressing there, slowly, deliberately, was almost unbearable. For Guy, the faint sting of being stretched was already intense on its own, but everything sharpened when he saw the vampire’s expression twist with pleasure and self-control.
The torture for them ended when their bodies were finally pressed together, joined skin to skin. They both gasped and struggled, holding themselves steady while the boy still adjusted to Jasper's thick cock inside him.
It doesn’t take long before Guy begins to move, the stretch burning faintly at first, then slowly melting into a dull pleasure that makes his stomach twist and his body tremble. Jasper grips his hips with both hands, guiding him gently, helping him find a steady rhythm. The movements are slow, almost torturous in their restraint– sharply contrasting with the intensity of the desire burning between them.
But just as things were starting to feel better, both of them beginning to lose themselves in the swell of pleasure, Guy moans loudly, almost a perfect cry on an open vowel. “Uh, my head–” The sensation hits like a needle driving straight into his brain.
“You okay, boy?” Jasper’s concerned tone slips through his heavy breathing, and he stills his movements for a moment, but the boy doesn’t stop. He keeps moving slowly in his lap, as if refusing to lose the rhythm they’d found.
“Y-Yeah… It’s just– I’m feeling too much. Everything around me.” He replied quietly, trembling as he shakes his head, trying to disperse the pain and the overload of sensations pressing in from all sides.
The symptoms of withdrawal were surfacing again. His body began to ache and break out in a cold sweat. The noise of the music turned irritating in his ears now, like an itch he couldn’t reach, and even so, he never stopped moving on Jasper’s lap, trying to distract himself as much as he could from the sensory overload, focusing instead on the way his body felt against the vampire’s.
“Focus on my voice. Focus on the sounds our bodies make, pressed together. On the way you’re dripping all over me, ruining my clothes.”
Jasper’s soft voice echoed loudly inside Guy’s mind, compelling him to focus only on the two of them and shut out everything else. Maybe that would steady him, help him surrender to the moment instead of drowning in it.
And it worked. Gradually, the noise in his head dulled, replaced by the rhythm of their breathing and the heat between their bodies. He began to move faster, urgency creeping back in, hiding his face in the curve of Jasper’s neck. The vampire smiled at that– feeling the shift, the trust, the way Guy anchored himself to him.
“Keep talking, please…” He begged, his voice thick and muffled, already feeling himself on the edge even though they had only just begun. Jasper’s distinct scent, like rain mingled with the clean, faintly perfumed fabric of his shirt, filled his lungs and pushed him even closer.
“Do you want me to speak in your mind, my boy? Or do you want to hear my voice right against your ear, moaning, while you enjoy yourself on my cock?"
The vampire let out a slow sigh right by his ear, stirring his already tangled senses even more– hah, he would never play fair.
“Oh, Jasper–” A drawn-out whimper lingered in the air, caught in the small space between his mouth and Jasper’s neck.
Guy was desperate for him, trembling from head to toe, and fuck, he wanted more of the vampire. He wanted to feel that cold skin against him, to cool the fever burning through every cell of his body. So, a little clumsily, he lifted his head and dragged his hands along Jasper’s collar, tugging at the remaining buttons of his shirt until it fell open, revealing his broad chest.
Now he had free access to his entire torso, lowering his head to drag his scorching tongue down Jasper’s sternum before tracing it back up to his throat, giving his chin a light bite. Oh, that stirred the vampire even more, settling one hand on the boy's waist while the other slid across his back, nails raking down the length of it until both hands met again at his hips, leaving his skin raw in their wake.
“Greedy boy, you want everything from me? Huh?”
Another sharp whimper slipped from Guy’s lips when Jasper’s nails dug into him. He arched his back at the sting blending with the fleeting pleasure. The man began thrusting up into him in return, drawing even more beautiful sounds from the boy’s mouth.
The loud music playing in the background blended in with, and partly muffled, the wet sounds of their movements and the noises spilling from them both. The frenzy that coursed through Jasper's body upon hearing the accelerated rhythm of Guy's heart caused his fangs to spring out once more.
“Bite me if you want– hah!” The invitation came out broken and breathless.
Jasper shook his head in refusal, but instead of dismissing the idea entirely, he let his hand slide up to Guy’s collarbone, dragging the sharp edge of his thumbnail just hard enough to break the sensitive skin there. Guy hissed at the sudden sting as a thin line of blood welled up and traced down his chest, slipping over his sternum and lower, warm against his overheated skin.
And without hesitation, the vampire dove to the wound, extending his tongue to taste the sweet blood of his lover. He didn’t bite, nor did he use his fangs to pierce him– he simply kept his head lowered and his tongue steady against the cut while the boy’s body continued rising and falling in his lap.
The scene was so erotic that Guy threw his head back, surrendering to every sensation, even the unpleasant ones creeping through his body and mind from the lack of medication. He kept focusing on the sound of Jasper’s voice and his moans, on the force of their pleasure spilling along the edges of their shared thoughts, flooding their minds with the taste and thrill of the filthy things they were doing.
Guy’s neglected cock, slapping against his belly smeared with thin blood and the cold skin of Jasper beneath him, made him even more sensitive. His pre-cum mingled with the blood, turning the whole scene into something even more obscene.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum! Jazzy, please–” The pressure coiled deep inside him, threatening to detonate like a bomb ready to go off. He was so close, so unbearably close to release.
“Come for me, baby.” Jasper growled, gripping his neck with both hands to hold him in place while thrusting his hips faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot every single time.
It was everything Guy needed to finally let go, whimpering loudly as he trembled and came in long spurts across Jasper’s belly, coating the vampire with the hot release that burned against his cold skin like embers. Jasper wasn’t far behind. He clung to the boy tightly while he spilled inside him, holding him firm and close, feeling the heat around him in the way he craved most.
When the adrenaline of the moment faded, Guy went limp against Jasper’s body, clinging to him as if he were his only safe harbor. Jasper simply held him back, wrapping his arms around the boy and keeping him close until he chose to move away. He lifted one hand to stroke Guy’s hair, soothing whatever traces of anxiety still lingered.
It was late at night, and Guy was already utterly exhausted. The day had been long, demanding everything from him– especially his mental strength, not to mention the encounter with Olive, which had left him even more anxious. But now it was okay. Jasper held him firmly, and that was enough.
“Feeling better, kid?” Another gentle ruffle through his curls. Jasper is answered with a faint nod– weak, but still present. “Good. Now let’s get you cleaned up. Don’t want my pretty boy covered in scars.”
However, they remained in the same position for a while longer, simply savoring the contrast of warmth and cold with their bodies still pressed together. All that lingered was the soft hiss of the record in the background, filling the room with a wash of white noise to cradle their quiet intimacy.