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“Stay”
“I really should be going.”
“I insist…”
The door shut with a decisive click as Jasper lent his hand against the solid wood, blocking escape.
In front of him Guy's eyes widened with a hint of undisguised fear, giving him an almost doe like appearance, trapped and trembling before a hungry wolf.
The boy didn't grab at the door handle. Although Jasper's stance was casual, the boy was too smart not to know of the vampire's superior strength and speed. Not with how he was leaning into Guy's personal space.
Then his eyes broke away from Jasper's own gaze, sweeping the large room. Jasper didn't need to peek into Guy's mind to know he was looking for another escape. Another door, a window, a fire escape. Anything he could use to flee.
Well that wouldn't do. They were friends after all. And friends should help each other, not fear each other.
It took next to no energy to breach Guy's non-existent mental walls. The Talamasca, whatever they thought they had been doing, had been woefully inept at teaching the boy any form of self defense against the stronger predator.
‘I can feel your exhaustion.’ Jasper whispered into Guy's mind, his voice low. ‘It's safe here. And quiet. Wouldn't you like to rest?’
Guy’s eyes dropped for a second before the boy started awake, fighting back.
“Wha….?” He gasped aloud, trying to brush off the suggestion.
‘It's alright Guy. Relax. Just close your eyes.’
Pushing away from the heavy wooden door, Guy shook his head as Jasper's mind crowded him.
“No…” he muttered, panic starting to set in.
‘REST!’ Jasper ordered.
Guy's eyes closed, his body sagging as his mind dropped into the dark pit of deep sleep.
Jasper rushed forward, wrapping an arm around the boy's body before he could fall to the ground.
“That's it.” The vampire finally said aloud, keeping his voice low and soft. “I’ve got you. Just like that.”
Shifting his arm around Guy's torso to better hold him upright, Jasper finally let himself look, truly look at the boy.
He was nothing like that girl, Soledad. Nothing like the other Talamasca agents Jasper had dealt with. Hell, if it wasn't so funny that this untrained powerhouse of a mental gift had been served up to him like a meal, Jasper might feel insulted. Were they really that desperate that they were scrapping the bottom of the barrel?
Well, the Talamasca’s loss was his gain.
Studying the boy in his arms, Jasper couldn't help but fixate on Guy's long, almost swan like neck. The gentle beat of his heart, now his body was at rest.
The boy had the habit of slouching, as if trying to minimise the space he occupied in the world but now, relaxed for probably the first time in weeks, if not months, his guard was down and his neck was bare.
His neck, unblemished and so, so tempting.
Jasper didn't hesitate, reaching up with his free hand and tangling it in Guy's dark curls, gently tilting the unconscious man's head to the side so he could admire that neck and the artery beneath it.
Guy was so deep asleep now, his body so relaxed and easy to manipulate.
His blood, warm and inviting.
Pressing his nose against the soft, warm skin where Guy's neck met his jaw, the vampire took a deep breath, savoring the cocktail of smells.
There was the smell of the streets, dirt and filth from the boys' clothing. The sharp tang of sweat, almost sour to the vampire's nose. A noxious odor of chemicals, likely those little drugs Guy used to try and dampen his mind. There was the stale stench of some sort of perfume or body spray the boy probably used religiously, as was the fashion of the moment. And then there was the delectable hint of iron blood.
Jasper could feel his fangs lengthening, his jaw shifting to accommodate them as the hunger struck.
He had been careful, since taking the Mother House. Careful not to feed too regularly, to avoid suspicion from the workers around him. Most of his meals were provided by Owen, disobedient agents who had been erased from the records with the lie of a transfer or promotion. Vagabonds from the streets. The undesirables of society. All of them added to his collection of trained revenants.
And when nothing else could be done, a light snack, a small bite quickly healed and carefully erased from the mind of the victim.
But those meals were not filling. Never enough to truly satiate the hunger.
Nothing like the delectable morsel currently resting in his arms.
But he couldn't taste just yet. No, he needed to make sure the boy was comfortable first.
Reaching back into Guy's mind, Jasper made sure to carefully block the boy's gift to give him some uninterrupted sleep for once. He was doing him a kindness after all. He could tell just from their brief encounters that the boy could clearly use the rest. It must be maddening, never to truly know quiet until now.
Well, that wouldn't be a problem anymore.
Jasper could easily teach Guy how to build his mental walls, block out the noise. To give him the skills to survive in their world. But to do it right would take time. Mortals were such slow learners after all.
Until then, the vampire was more than happy to do it for him.
Most Talamasca agents were trained in mental defences so the Mother House was quiet but the noise off the surrounding streets still seeped in. Still bounced and echoed in a feedback loop of misery. It would be an easy fix, to teach the boy some control. But maybe not just yet.
It would be good for Guy to learn that the quiet was a reward for good behaviour. To associate the Mother House and Jasper with that quiet. Some positive reinforcement.
Jasper liked positive reinforcement. Almost as much as he liked the clicker.
Once he was sure Guy was so deeply asleep, even the screams of a thousand revenants wouldn’t wake him, Jasper carefully withdrew from his mind.
Now, now, he could focus on some more enjoyable things. Well, more enjoyable to him.
Jasper was a big fan of Quid Pro Quo.
I do something for you, if you do something for me.
He had given Owen the chance to fight his cancer, in return for control of London. He gave those agents money and in return, they did little jobs for him.
He had given Guy some peace. It was only fair that Guy allowed him this little liberty.
Besides, it wasn’t as if the boy would even notice.
Jasper was a master of this particular practice. A little sip was all he was asking for. And he would be sure to feed Guy later in return. A hearty breakfast to strengthen the blood. After all, the boy was his guest and he would be an excellent host.
Nuzzling against the soft skin again, Jasper grinned at the almost too hot feeling of a living body against his. It was enticing, having a mortal, oh so breakable form against his cold flesh.
It wasn’t just blood he hadn’t indulged in for a while. The vampire could feel the little blood he still had, rushing downwards. Well, in for a penny as these Brits like to say.
Opening his mouth, Jasper carefully pressed his fangs against the soft flesh before allowing the twin needles to slice through skin and muscle until the artery was pierced.
Warm blood gushed out from the wound, filling the vampire's mouth as, even in his unconscious state, Guy moaned in his arms, his mind still locked in the dark sleep, even as his body twitched in discomfort.
Damn, the boy was tasty. And his moan was that of a whore.
Jasper drew a few long gulps, savouring the flavour for as long as he could as the hot blood warmed him. Finally, he released his hold on Guy’s hair, driving the razor sharp nail of his thumb into the soft pad of his index finger. A different, older smell filled the air, cutting through the almost overwhelming smell of Guy’s blood.
Jasper’s own blood. The combined blood of his maker, his maker's maker and all the others of his line, all the way back to Akasha herself.
Reluctantly, Jasper withdrew his fangs from Guy’s neck, trying to lap up as much blood as he could. Neck wounds tended to bleed like a bitch and he didn’t want to make a mess. That might be difficult to explain later.
Reluctantly drawing his mouth away, he quickly pressed his finger to the two puncture marks, allowing his blood to seep into the wounds, closing them. Then he ran his thumb across the mark, collecting the remaining droplets of red before sucking away the last trace.
Yes, he would have to do that again sometime. Maybe after this new partnership had been more firmly cemented.
But now he had another task. Get Guy to bed.
Fortunately for Jasper, there was a perfectly serviceable bedroom in the apartment. Unused and all.
Jasper wasn’t foolish enough to actually sleep there. He was fairly confident now, he had complete control of the Mother House but it still wouldn’t do to let himself become complacent. It would take only one foolish mortal to get it into their heads to try and attack while he was vulnerable.
No, Jasper had his own lodgings in a far more secure and secret area. But that did mean there was a fine bedroom ready for his guest. Especially if he was planning to make this area a safe space for the boy.
Lets just say, the bedroom would be Guy’s for the foreseeable future if this partnership proved viable.
Pressing Guy’s head to his shoulder, Jasper quickly slid his free hand under the boy’s knees, picking his limp body up in a bridal carry.
He had things to do before the boy woke up.
He must erase Guy’s presence from anyone who may have seen him enter the Mother House. The footage of his arrival needed to be deleted, the security guard and some of the night staff's memories altered. Owen would need to be dealt with.
The vampire didn’t need anyone noticing the kid hanging around just yet. Not until they had a plan.
But he still had time. The sleep he had placed Guy in was deep.
Walking into the plush bedroom, Jasper was quickly able to juggle carrying the boy with pulling down the sheets.
Then, carefully, he laid the mortal down on the plush mattress, finally freeing his arms. Immediately, he felt the loss of the warm body against his cool arms.
The small amount of blood he had taken had warmed him, but he still missed the noticeable heat radiating off the boy.
Reaching up, Jasper carefully pulled the ratty old coat off the boy, throwing it across the room. He then turned to the foot of the bed to remove the boy’s shoes. Briefly, he contemplated undressing the boy completely. There was a pair of silk pajamas in the closet somewhere, and the dark blue colour would complement the boy’s colouring. But no. Guy was not quite ready yet to accept Jasper’s coddling. But that would come eventually.
Sitting on the bed, Jasper found himself running his cool hand along Guy’s ankle, the warmth pleasant and the feel of blood pumping under the skin delightful. Slowly, his hand travelled upwards, across the coarse fabric of the boy’s jeans to rest on the curve of his buttocks.
The small amount of blood he had already taken from Guy seemed to travel downwards to where his cock had already started to fill when he had taken the little drink.
Well, if they were going to be working together….
Standing up, Jasper moved up the bed to its head, tracing his clawed hand up the mortal's body until he reached the top button of Guy’s shirt. He could easily shred it but didn’t, instead carefully freeing each button before he pushed the fabric aside. The navy undershirt was carefully slid upwards to pool under his armpits, revealing the pale skin underneath.
Guy was way too thin. Jasper could almost see his ribs through the tight flesh across his torso. Well, that was something he would have to fix immediately.
Reaching down, he unbuttoned the boy’s jeans, pulling them down too, to free the boy’s manhood.
Then, carefully, Jasper climbed onto the bed, straddling Guy’s body underneath his own.
His own trousers were easy to open, his cock springing free.
Bracing one hand beside Guy’s head, Jasper reached down and grabbed both of them in one hand, leisurely stroking them both as he reached back into Guy’s mind to see if the boy was responding.
Much to the vampire's delight, the boy was at least partly aware of the pleasure he was being given. In the blackness of the dreamless sleep, Guy was cocooned in a bubble of pleasure. Well, that could be useful.
Carefully, Jasper pushed a glimpse of himself into the boy’s mind, grinning as Guy’s mind latched on to the image, implanting in his head the idea that Jasper could bring him pleasure.
‘Better than anyone else can.’ He mentally whispered.
A sliver of pleasure washed from Guy’s mind into Jaspers and he quickly sent it back to the boy, making a feedback loop of feelings for the boy to ride out.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jasper felt himself cum, his blood red seed splashing on Guy’s skin. Pushing the sensation into Guy’s mind as a parting gift, the vampire quickly withdrew, allowing Guy to sink back into his dreamless state.
Jasper blinked, gathering his bearings for a moment before he carefully shuffled off the bed, tucking himself back into his pants. He glanced over at the unconscious figure and was pleased to see that Guy’s cock, flaccid when they had started, had filled out. Good. Jasper would let him deal with that later.
Walking quietly into the small bathroom, the vampire wet a towel before returning to the bed, wiping the evidence away. He then carefully pulled the kids' clothing back into place, like it had never happened.
Once he was satisfied, Jasper grabbed the blankets and pulled them over the sleeping boy. He would leave Guy alone for now. But soon, he was certain, the fruits of today's labour would be ready.
Reaching over, he fondly ran a hand through Guy’s dark hair one more time before he forced himself out of the room and to his work.
“You and I, Guy.” He muttered to himself. “We are going to do great things together.”