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“You’re a very angry young man, aren’t you?” Jasper asks, his head tilted to the side, like he’s only just come to that conclusion. Like he’s telling Guy something he didn’t already know about himself.
“What gave it away?” Guy asks in return. Angrily. He’s taken a lot of shit lying down during his life so far. The poor little difficult orphan boy, so grateful for all the opportunities he’s been given despite his unfortunate beginnings.
No more.
They’re in Jasper’s apartment on the top floor of the London Motherhouse, sitting opposite each other on gaudy red sofas. They've just returned from the basement, which really was more of a kill room than it was anything else, and where Guy very nearly got killed.
Guy is at least three times as pissed off now as he was when he walked in through the front door a few hours ago.
Jasper is lounging on the sofa like he owns the place, which, of course, he does. He's made that much very clear. He’s leaning back, both arms on the backrest, one foot propped up against the coffee table.
“Anger is good,” he says. “Revenge can be a great motivator.”
“But?” Guy asks.
“Too much anger? That’s no good at all. Clouds your judgment, makes you reckless. Makes you do dumb shit.”
Like waltzing in here and demanding to see the vampire in charge without any kind of exit strategy.
“I meant it when I said you and I could make a great team,” Jasper goes on. “But before we make any real plans, you should blow off some steam.”
“What do you suggest?” Guy asks, putting as much sarcasm into his voice as he can manage. “Are you going to take me to one of those rooms where they hand you some goggles and a baseball bat and you get to smash old plates and lamps for an hour? Gonna let me have another run at one of those...whatever the fuck those things are that you’ve got locked up down there? Or maybe a spa day to clear my head? More fucking tea?!”
He swipes the cup and saucer standing in front of him off of the coffee table, contents and all, shattering the delicate porcelain onto the floor.
Jasper remains as calm as he’s been throughout all their interactions tonight, which is infuriating in its own right. “I think we’ve already established you wouldn’t last a minute against a revenant.”
“Okay, then what?” Guy demands.
Jasper obviously has something specific in mind, and Guy is sick of playing guessing games. With him or anyone else.
Jasper hums in that quietly amused way of his.
A split second later he’s rounded the coffee table and is sitting next to Guy. Uncomfortably close, their thighs almost touching.
Guy jumps in his seat. “Jesus, fuck! I hate it when you people do that!”
Another hum from Jasper. He puts a hand on Guy’s thigh, too high up, and squeezes. “And how many of my kind have you met, exactly?” he asks, his eyes boring into Guy’s. He’s trying to push into Guy’s mind again.
Guy does his best to push him back out. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business. You haven’t answered my question yet,” he adds, steering the conversation back towards blowing off steam.
“Haven’t I?” Jasper reaches out with his other hand and runs three clawed fingertips down the side of Guy’s face, so gently it almost tickles. But his touch is cold and it makes the hairs on the back of Guy’s neck stand up. Kicks his heart rate up by a good two dozen beats per minute.
Out of fear, Guy tells himself. It’s fear.
It’s not just fear.
“You’re hitting on me,” Guy says, his heart hammering in his throat. His palms suddenly feel clammy, for the first time that night. “Seriously?”
“Would you like me to hit on you?” the vampire asks.
The double meaning isn’t lost on Guy. Jasper is offering – threatening? – both sex and violence. It isn’t what Guy was expecting to find here, but –
“No,” Guy answers, too quickly. He shifts in his seat in an attempt to hide the fact that he’s already half hard at the thought of saying Yes. His squirming probably has the opposite effect.
Jasper chuckles. One of his hands is still on Guy’s thigh. He moves it up half an inch, and leans even closer into Guy’s personal space. “You are a terrible liar,” he purrs into the younger man’s ear. His breath, like his touch, is much colder than that of any human would be. It sends a shiver through Guy’s entire body.
It isn’t just fear. Guy likes this feeling, entirely too much.
Jasper abruptly removes his hand from Guy’s leg and sits back a little, so he can get a proper look at Guy.
“The Talamasca really did a piss poor job of training you before airlifting you into the shark tank, didn’t they?” he asks conversationally. “We should remedy that.”
“After we blow off steam, right?” Guy’s aiming for angry and sarcastic again, and winces internally when it comes out more like a plea. Like he’s desperate for it.
Maybe he is.
“Yeah,” Jasper says simply, and he stands up. “Come on,” he adds, with a nod towards the door.
Guy stays right where he is. “What? Back to the basement?” he half-scoffs. The thought of going back there has his heart thumping even louder than Jasper’s touch did.
“I was thinking bedroom, but we can do basement, if you’re into that.” Jasper seems amused again, but Guy knows he isn’t joking.
Guy only considers it for a second, but that’s already too long.
Jasper laughs. “I knew you’d be fun! Come on,” he repeats, waving for Guy to follow him.
And, what the Hell, why not? Jasper already made it clear that Guy’s not leaving this place until the vampire says he can, and that he could kill Guy in a heartbeat.
Might as well go out with a bang. (Double entendre again not lost on Guy.)
The trip down to the basement takes just long enough for a tiny voice in the back of Guy’s head to break through the anger and arousal and the Fuck Them All and the double...triple spy-ness of it all to tell him that going back into the kill room is a Very Bad Idea.
“It’s okay,” Jasper says once they’re standing just outside the basement door. “All my little critters should be back in their cages by now.”
“Should?” Guy raises a single eyebrow.
“Will,” Jasper amends. He unlocks the door and gestures for Guy to go in first.
“Oh, after you.” Guy might not fully be thinking with his brain right now, but he’s not falling for that one.
“What a gentleman,” Jasper says cheerfully and he starts to lead the way down the stairs. You’re learning, he adds telepathically, Good.
“Don’t do that,” Guy says out loud.
Stop me from doing it, Jasper shoots back telepathically.
And Guy is trying. He is. It’s all just so fucking much. Vampires are real, so are all kinds of other monsters, and witches. Kevis and Archie are dead, his mother is alive. Vampire blood heals wounds. Vampire blood makes zombies.
And he’s going into a basement full of those zombie vampires to have sex with the guy who probably killed his predecessor.
It’s a lot.
Guy instinctively reaches into his jacket pocket, for his pills, his hand curling around the comforting shape of the bottle.
“First thing you’re going to want to do,” Jasper says. “Is stop chomping those pills.”
Goddammit. Guy pulls his hand back out of his pocket, focuses even harder on closing his mind.
“It keeps the voices out, sure,” Jasper goes on, “but it also fogs your mind. Impairs your judgment even more than your anger does. And you’re leaving your own thoughts wide open for anyone with even an iota more talent or training to pluck straight out of that pretty little head of yours.”
They’ve reached the bottom of the stairs now. Jasper flicks a switch and the overhead lights flicker to life. He walks over towards the rows of medieval-looking cells. “See?” he says with a sweeping hand to the revenants. “All back in their cages. They’ve even shared a meal.” He points into the middle cell on the left.
Guy moves closer and peers into the cage, at the dark, unmistakably human, unmistakably dead and mangled shape lying on the floor at the back.
That could’ve been him. Could still be his future.
“Nonsense,” Jasper says. “I like you far too much for that already.”
Guy whips around to face him. He was so sure he’d been blocking his thoughts this time. “How did you – ?”
“I didn’t. I just guessed.”
Guy can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes at that. “Cute.”
“Best not get too close, though.” Jasper takes hold of Guy’s left arm and guides him back a step or two. Guy misses his touch the second Jasper lets go of him.
Suddenly, Jasper’s holding up that damn clicker. “Now, do you want the romantic ambient sound effects on – ” He uses the clicker and the revenants spring into action, growling and snarling, throwing themselves against the bars, sticking their arms between them, desperately reaching out towards Guy from both sides of the aisle.
Guy keeps his eyes on Jasper, who, he realizes, has positioned them just right – exactly halfway between the two rows of cells. The revenants can’t reach them, but there’s barely ten inches between Guy’s shoulders and the revenants’ clawing hands on either side.
“Or off?” Jasper finishes, using the clicker again. The effect is instantaneous: the revenants stop clawing and snarling, pull back their arms. Some of them retreat to the back of their cells. One of them even sits down on the floor.
“On,” Guy spits out. He’s scared and still angry, and harder than he ever remembers being, and in the mood to make some fucking dumb shit decisions.
The sides of Jasper’s mouth curl upwards. “Good answer.”
“Are you still testing me?”
“Maybe. Do you have something left to prove?”
Jasper doesn’t give Guy a chance to answer. In a flash, he’s behind Guy, his arms around his chest and stomach in a vice-like grip, locking Guy’s arms to his sides, and turns him 90 degrees to face one of the cells.
Three clicks and the revenants are back at it. They seem even more rabid than before. More determined to get a hold of Guy and tear him to shreds.
“Look at them,” Jasper says, as if Guy has any choice in the matter. “They’re hungry for you.”
Guy tries not to flinch as the revenants’ grimy, dead hands reach for him, their fingers so close to his face he can feel them displacing the air between them.
He can also feel Jasper. All of him, pressed up against his back, holding him tight, trapping him in place, his dick hard against Guy’s ass.
Guy pushes back up against it. “As hungry as you are for me?” he asks. His heart is pounding again, his chest heaving.
“At least as hungry as you,” the vampire replies, roughly grabbing Guy’s dick through his pants, “are for me.”
Guy moans. The revenants’ growling drowns out the sound, but he’s sure Jasper heard it. Or at least felt it reverberate through their bodies.
Fuck it.
Guy lets his head fall back onto Jasper’s shoulder while the vampire continues to squeeze his dick.
Jasper moves his free hand up around Guy’s throat. Not squeezing or choking, just holding him in place. The clicker’s gone again, slipped into a pocket when Guy was distracted by the revenants.
“That’s it,” Jasper breathes into Guy’s ear. “Good boy. Don’t fight it.”
“Don’t call me that,” Guy snaps, but he doesn’t try to move away. He doesn’t want to.
Jasper licks up the side of his neck and Guy moans again, suddenly remembering that Jasper is a vampire and that common sense dictates that you don’t let vampires get their mouths on your neck.
Or their hands on your dick.
So Guy’s a shit spy. Sue him. He can work on that later, if he makes it out of this alive.
Jasper starts opening Guy’s jeans one-handed, his other hand still on Guy’s throat. He pulls out Guy’s cock and wraps his cold fingers tightly around it. “Open your eyes, baby,” he says. “Look at them.”
He moves down the hand that was holding Guy’s throat, so Guy can straighten up and look at the revenants again. Their blank eyes, their snarling mouths and blotchy skin. The dirt and blood and God knows what else caked underneath their claws.
“This is your world now,” Jasper says as he starts to stroke Guy off in earnest. “There’s no going back. Once you’ve woken up to it, once you know what lurks in the shadows, once you’ve let a monster jerk you off in front of a cage full of wild animals,” he adds with a particularly delicious flick of his wrist that makes Guy’s knees buckle. “It’ll all stay with you until the day you die.”
Guy doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything other than stand there and take it, and stare into the cold, dead face of the revenant standing directly in front of him, while Jasper continues to move his cold, dead hand over Guy’s aching cock.
It’s so good. So fucked up, but so good.
The revenant used to be human, just like Guy. Not even that long ago, judging by his clothes, which are less tattered and disgusting than those of some of the others. Just a guy. Working in some office (again, judging by his clothes). Maybe even in this building.
What had he done to deserve this fate? Had it just been a case of wrong place, wrong time or had he gotten on Jasper’s bad side somehow?
Jasper changes his rhythm, slowing down to long, luxurious movements, and Guy forgets all about the revenant’s possible backstory.
“That’s it,” Jasper repeats, his voice more hoarse than before. “Just let go. Let it aaall out. You’ll feel so much better.”
Guy can’t really tell if they’re actually moving, but it feels like they’re slowly getting closer to the revenants in front of them. Millimeter by millimeter. Like a glacier, their progress creeping but inevitable.
The revenants have noticed, too. Their snarling becomes more intense, their hunger more apparent. They’re jostling against each other, fighting to be the first to land a scratch.
Guy pushes back harder against Jasper’s body in order to avoid their scrabbling hands. He lets his head fall back on Jasper’s shoulder again, getting his face as far away from the revenants as he can – but that only exposes his throat to them.
He’s gasping for air now as his orgasm builds and builds, because it’s so good. So incredibly fucked up, but so, so good. He hasn’t felt this alive in years. Maybe never.
Just as he’s about to crash over the edge, Jasper lets go of his cock, clicks that damn clicker again, and stops holding Guy altogether.
The revenants fall back, and Guy whips around to face Jasper. “What the fuck?!” He demands.
His cock is still out, still throbbing. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that.”
Jasper gives him a tiny shrug and a look that says, Can’t I?
“If we’re going to be working together,” Jasper says. His voice is still as calm as ever, though it’s still a little hoarse, and his breathing is elevated, too. “It’ll be on a quid pro quo basis. You help me out,” he says, gesturing at his own crotch, “and I’ll help you out,” he adds with a nod at Guy’s.
He’s holding the clicker in the hand he used to point at his own dick. Guy snatches it from him. “Fucking asshole.”
Guy switches the ‘romantic ambient sound effects’ back on and throws the clicker towards the end of the corridor, where it skips and skids along the dirty stone floor.
Then he throws himself at Jasper, pushing him up against the wall on the other end of the corridor.
Jasper laughs. “Angry. Angry’s good.”
“Shut up,” Guy orders. He quickly unbuckles Jaspers belt, unbuttons his jeans, and pulls out the vampire’s cock. Then he sinks to his knees.
Jasper puts a hand on his cheek, and tilts Guy’s head up so they make eye contact. “You look good like that.”
Guy shoves his hand away. “I’m not your fucking boy, either.”
Jasper hums, high-pitched and sceptical. “Let’s revisit that conversation in, say...thirty minutes?” He lightly touches the back of Guy’s head, prompting him to get on with it.
The smug bastard.
Guy scowls up at him, then wraps his hand around the length of Jasper’s cock, his lips around the head, and sucks, as hard as he can – aiming to hurt.
Jasper laughs again, but the laugh turns into a moan halfway through. Guy feels a savage kind of satisfaction at that.
He lets up a little – but only a little – in terms of pressure as he takes more and more of Jasper into his mouth. Guy’s racing through it, breathing harshly through his nose as he bobs up and down on Jasper’s cock, trying to get Jasper off as quickly as possible so they can turn their attention back to his own cock, which is heavy and needy between his thighs.
Jasper doesn’t have anything clever to say about the situation anymore. He tries to call Guy a good boy again once, but Guy quickly cuts him off with a sharp pinch to the base of his cock.
Jasper sticks to grunts and moans after that. Guy can hear his claws scratching at the walls while Guy sucks him off as if his life depends on it.
Behind Guy, next to them – on the periphery of Guy’s vision – the revenants growl and scream, rattling their cages, almost as if they’re egging him on.
Jasper comes with a grunt, but it’s Guy who sees stars. Somehow Jasper’s cum is the best thing he’s ever tasted. It tastes like blood and life itself.
Guy pulls off with a gasp. “Fuck,” he gurgles, his mouth still half-full of vampire ejaculate. He tries to swallow as much of it as he can, but he can feel strings of it dribbling down his chin.
“You look even better like this,” Jasper says, tucking himself back into his jeans.
Guy surges upwards, grabbing Jasper’s face in his hands and crashing their mouths together before he’s even fully back on his feet. Jasper kisses back, his hands on Guy’s ass, and chuckles smugly when Guy comes up for air.
“Not your fucking boy,” Guy repeats, before he dives back in, tongue-first. He turns them around, trying to swap positions, and gets too close to one of the revenants.
Jasper only just manages to pull him out of the creature’s reach. “Careful.”
And then it’s Jasper who’s pushing Guy up against the wall and wrapping his hand back around Guy’s cock, which has been exposed all this time.
“Yes,” Guy breathes.
“Yeah?”
Guy just nods, and moans, grabbing at the wall behind him like Jasper did only minutes earlier.
“Eyes open, baby,” Jasper says. “Look at me.”
Guy didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes. He opens them again and looks straight into Jasper’s. The vampire’s pupils are huge, leaving room for only the thinnest ring of icy blue iris. There’s red smudged around his mouth from when Guy kissed him. Turns out vampire cum doesn't just taste like blood.
Jasper is more gentle with Guy than Guy was with him. Not too gentle, though. It takes him less than thirty seconds to get Guy back to the edge of orgasming.
Guy grabs onto Jasper’s shoulder and lets out an embarrassingly needy whine.
Jasper doesn’t taunt him about.
“I know. I’ve got you,” the older man says, and Guy spills in his hand, seeing stars again.
Jasper strokes him through it, then lets go and backs up, so Guy’s hand slides off of his shoulder.
Guy whines at the loss of contact, but doesn’t let himself chase Jasper’s touch. His eyes are closed again. When he opens them, Jasper is standing about five feet away.
The revenants are still clawing through the bars, making their distinctly zombie-like noises, but they seem less frantic than before. Guy suddenly feels uncomfortable under their stares. He quickly pulls up his pants and puts his cock away. Wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Feeling any better?” Jasper asks. “Less angry?” He’s wiping his hands on a cloth handkerchief.
Guy nods. “Yeah.” He’s still trying to catch his breath. But he does feel a lot less tightly wound.
“Good.” Jasper tosses the handkerchief into one of the cells on the right, where the revenants immediately start fighting over it.
Guy frowns. “What did you do that for?”
Jasper shrugs. He raises his hand and the clicker flies into it from the other end of the corridor.
“Training them on my scent?” Guy asks, the second he realizes that that must be what’s happening. “Really?”
Jasper shrugs again and ‘switches’ the revenants off with the clicker. One of them takes the dirty handkerchief into the back corner, holding it to its nose. Guy makes a face at that.
Jasper claps a hand to Guy’s back in a way that feels strangely platonic. Bro-like. Like they just shared a couple of beers at a bar instead of some of the filthiest sex Guy’s ever had in a basement full of monsters.
He starts leading Guy towards the exit. “Come on. It’s late. Or early, depending on how you look at it. We’ll get you set up in the guest room.” He opens the door leading to the staircase and motions for Guy to go through first, which Guy does this time.
“And tomorrow,” Jasper says as he flicks off the lights and closes the door behind them. “Tomorrow we get to work.”