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So, the thing about immortality is that it’s generally forever. Seems straightforward enough but is kind of a hard concept to grasp for most people who don’t get it thrust upon them. And in that forever every single action, every regret, loss, pain, you carry that shit with you until it burns you up in one way or another. For that very reason most immortals tend to avoid meaningful connections. The endless woe-is-me pity parties, the anguished stage dramas about how miserable they are, “You’ll never understand my pain,” yadda, yadda, yadda. Jasper’s seen it all and he’s kind of over it.
He's spent decades contemplating his immortality, trying to twist his rage into action. With that comes the cruel truth that attachment is a waste of time when trying to reach certain goals, and despite the fury and loss he carries with him he can’t allow himself to wallow. Not when there’s a job to be done.
And then there’s Guy Anatole, stumbling into the London Motherhouse like a confused puppy, big wide eyes looking up at Jasper as he lays it all out on the table. A sad little boy just looking for his mommy.
It’s a little pathetic. A little endearing. The kid has guts, Jasper will give him that, but just guts is hardly enough to not get himself killed. Clearly, he needs some form of guidance, someone who will take his hand and teach him just how powerful he can be when he’s not popping those pills he keeps tucked in his coat pocket. It’s the kind of attachment Jasper can’t really afford, placing his trust in a rogue element who barges into his house, all bark and very little bite.
Against his better judgement though, he can’t help but like the kid. He has a certain amount of audacity that almost overshadows the constant fear coursing through his veins. It’s the kind of audacity that is going to get him into big trouble, has already gotten him into big trouble, and Jasper wants to be there to either prevent it or watch it happen. He hasn’t quite decided yet.
Somewhere along the line of Jasper feeding Guy breakfast, Guy nearly pissing his pants in Jasper’s basement, and Jasper carefully healing the cut on Guy’s forehead, they end up back in living room to wait out the moments until their mission. He’ll never quite understand the Talamasca’s taste for gaudy antiques, but they litter the London motherhouse, and while a vampire or a secret order looks perfectly at home between the large oil paintings and ornate sofa cushions, Guy looks drastically out of place.
He sits down on the buttoned chair like he’s afraid it’ll bite him, spine uncomfortably straight, hands fidgeting in his lap. It’s very strange, all this insecurity that’s been forced onto him, when Jasper knows the kind of power Guy could hold and all the great things he could have if only he would reach out and take it. If only he would ditch the benzos and the endless self-flagellation. It’s really killing his vibe.
The best part, the part that feels the most like laughing in the Talamasca’s face, is that Guy wants it too, he just doesn’t know how.
Jasper sprawls out on the sofa, claws idly tapping against the back rest as he rests his gaze on Guy’s nervous form. Guy briefly glances back up, uncertainty flickering across his face, and in that moment his malleable mind is like an open door to Jasper.
I don’t understand. Why is he being so nice to me. All this is, is a mutually beneficial arrangement and there’s no need for all the… the… extras? Fuck, why do I like it? When was the last time- I’ve been so alone and- He smells nice? No, that’s weird. I’m being fucking weird for wanting this. Wanting what? Someone to take care of me? Did I miss that growing up? Someone guiding me like this, somehow both gentle and firm at the same time. No room for argument. No. I’m thinking into it too much. I don’t need- I’m fine.
As Guy keeps spiralling down into familiar self-doubt all Jasper can think is ‘Oh, I got your number now, baby.’
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Mommy issues I expected, considering your tragic backstory and all.” Jasper waves his hand around as he speaks, watching Guy’s face go from conflicted to confused to flushed pink in half a second when he realizes he’s been had. “But daddy issues, too? You’re really out here collecting the whole set, aren’t you? Who could’ve guessed that…” The corner of his mouth tilts up in a way that suggests he absolutely did guess that, and Guy seems to be doing his best to look anywhere but Jasper.
“Get out of my head,” he hisses, but it’s weak, like a wounded animal lashing out and Jasper brushes it off easily.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re broadcasting all your little secrets loud enough for any telepath within a five mile radius to hear, kid. That’s all on you.” He sits up straighter, leaning towards Guy. “I wasn’t even trying to get into your head, baby, but it looks like your parents messed you up real bad. Bad enough for you to bend over for any kind of authority figure.” He also doesn’t try to keep the satisfaction out of his voice. “Is that how the Talamasca got to you so easily?”
Guy’s thoughts are rapid and disjointed, jumping around high on adrenaline, like Guy is trying so hard to think of anything but the elephant in the room. Jasper snatches the fragments up with ease and moves closer until he’s standing over the chair Guy is perched in, like a predator chasing the scent of easy prey.
Fuck you. You don’t know me. The Talamasca didn’t- I don’t bend over-.
Fuck. Anything else. Think of anything else. Stop looking at me like that. I don’t know what to do. Out of my depth. Need you to-
Anything else. Taxes. Grocery lists. I have milk left in the fridge I need to toss.
Please pet my head again.
Guy cringes away, head shaking like he’s trying to dislodge Jasper from his mind. Jasper dares stick his finger in the wound and twist.
Flashing images of a middle-aged woman at a bar, her hand around his throat, thumb pressing below his chin as she whispers “Good boy…” into his ear.
A college professor – an older man with greying hair - putting his hand on Guy’s shoulder and praising him on his last paper, promising him a bright future ahead if he keeps this up.
A woman with white hair and intense eyes, gently molding him and manipulating him into joining the Talamasca, telling him he’s very, very special.
And then, tucked neatly into that little row of memories is the feeling of Jasper gently pushing his hair back. Jasper’s hand on his face as he disinfects his head wound. Jasper feeding him breakfast and laying out new clothes. Jasper taking care of him in all these little ways.
“There we go, kid, let me see it…” Guy’s heart is beating rapidly now, and it’s hard not to focus on the white noise of blood pumping through his veins. His eyes are squeezed shut as Jasper rifles through his grey matter like he’s searching through a filing cabinet. Guy’s fingers are digging into his thighs, the dull sting of pain that Jasper can almost feel for himself if he were to focus.
“Out!” Guy suddenly demands, jumping up and nearly throwing himself across the room to get away from Jasper’s piercing gaze. And that’s it. The metal grate slams down again; the sounds of locks and keys and doors being forced shut. He tries to hide his thoughts, lock them back up where no one can see, but this little song can’t be unsung, and Jasper would very much like to keep Guy singing.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. We all have our dirty little secrets. You’re hardly more fucked up than any of the other freaks in your organization. Fuck, you’re downright normal compared to some of them.”
“Right. Secrets. You do know what a secret is supposed to be, right?” Guy bites, pressing himself back against the door to put as much distance between him and Jasper as possible. “Because as far as I know it’s supposed to stay secret, not be dug directly from someone’s brain.”
“Trust me, there’s nothing in that noggin of yours that I haven’t seen before. When you’ve been alive as long as I have all those cute little issues stop surprising you.” That’s not what it’s about for Guy, though, Jasper knows this well enough. He feels humiliated, exposed, pinned down like a frog that’s about to be dissected, and the worst part about that is that hidden away, deep into his psyche, is a tiny part that likes it. He enjoys the humiliation of it, which in turn triggers more feelings of embarrassment in a nearly endless feedback loop that has Jasper’s mouth watering.
How is he not supposed to eat this boy alive?
“Trust you?” Guy huffs out a sardonic laugh, cheek pressed against the lacquered wood of the door. “I barely know you and you’re rooting around in my head like… like-“
“Like how you did when we first met?” Guy freezes. Check and mate.
Jasper watches Guy flounder for a little bit. Big blue eyes stare up at him, pretty pink lips bitten red as he struggles for the right words to say, until Jasper finally decides to have mercy on him.
“Damn, kid, don’t have a fucking aneurysm about it. You think I’m pissed? You think I’m gonna take you down to my basement and feed you to good ol’ Checkers just for your clumsy attempt at trying to hear my thoughts? C’mon, dude, if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done so already.”
Jasper catches a brief flash of thought that escapes Guy’s tightly locked mind. That shouldn’t be as comforting as it is. He probably doesn’t even notice it slipping out, evident from the fact that he relaxes minutely in the moment of silence that follows.
He takes a step closer to Guy, crowding into his space again and lifting one hand to gently card through his hair, just like in Guy’s carefully filed away memory. Guy shivers at the touch, sweaty palms pressed against hardwood, but doesn’t make another effort to get away.
“So,” he says, not bothering to hide amusement in his voice, “you want me to be your daddy?”
All of Guy’s thoughts rush at him in that very moment, like he’s purposely projecting them out towards Jasper. I hate you. I hate you and I’m going to drive a stake through your heart the moment you’re not looking. I’m going to burn you alive. I’m going to- to-
Jasper, completely unfazed by the empty threats, pushes a little deeper, past all of the noise and humiliation. A lesser telepath wouldn’t have been able to hear it at all, but Jasper is no novice. Hidden away so deep, behind walls and walls of shame, is a quiet pleasepleaseplease repeated over and over again. A plea he probably doesn’t even notice beneath flustered faux rage that turns his already rapid heartbeat into a nearly constant buzz.
“I do not want you to-“ Guy starts to protest, seemingly more out of habit than anything, but Jasper doesn’t let him finish.
“Here’s the thing, though, I really think you do...” His hand is cupping Guy’s cheek now, skin burning hot from how flushed he’s getting, and Jasper finds himself greedily soaking up the warmth he lacks. “And I’d be glad to help you out.” He lightly tugs on Guy’s messy curls and just that small amount of pressure is enough to get Guy to bare his throat completely. “All you have to do is ask, puppy.”
Oh fuck, call me that again.
“Yeah? Is that what you need? To be taken care of? To be my good pup?” He doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s not in Guy’s head, listening in on every shameful little urge and using them against him. Guy is nearly trembling, tilting his head back even further like he’s encouraging Jasper to continue petting his hair. Jasper eagerly takes him up on it and lets his fingers slide through Guy’s soft curls, scratching at his scalp and behind his ear like he really is petting a dog.
“I…” Guy rasps, soft and hesitant. “Maybe? I don’t know, Idon’tknowIdon’tknow… I’m just-“ His thoughts are back to being all over the place, just as incoherent as the words trying to spill from his lips, but that quiet pleading that Guy filters out as background noise never once stops.
“Go on then, be a good boy and tell me what you need.” Jasper allows his voice to dip a little lower and his eyes drop down to Guy’s fluttering pulse. He can smell his fear, his nerves, his uncertainty, but most importantly he can smell the boy’s arousal coursing through his veins like molten sugar. It’s a kind of decadence Jasper hasn’t indulged in in ages.
“Anything you want,” is what eventually slips out, and it almost startles Guy himself. He tries to course-correct (poorly), stuttering through several half-formed words before landing on “Need you to decide,” which frankly isn’t any less of a delectably open offer.
“Oh, you poor thing… You need daddy to take it all out of your hands, hm?” Guy outright whines at that, and if Jasper had been a lesser vampire, a less patient one, that little noise would’ve been enough to make him sink his teeth into Guy’s exposed neck.
A final shot at a biting comment, a last attempt to patch the cracks in his walls that Jasper is doing a fantastic job of tearing down. “You’re such an-“
“Asshole? I’ve been told, but if I were truly cruel, I would just leave you here, all keyed up and needy, to shamefully sort yourself out.” The hand that isn’t petting Guy’s hair wanders down to gently caress Guy’s half-hard cock through his jeans. It pulls another beautiful noise from the boy’s throat, a startled gasp that trails off into a quiet whimper. His hips rut towards Jasper’s hand and eagerly seek out the friction that Jasper is almost but not quite providing. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous, puppy, so instead I’m going to fuck you until there’s no more thoughts in that pretty little head of yours.”
Jasper leans in further, nosing along the flushed skin of Guy’s neck. He can feel his heartbeat, the unsteady breathing, the trembling sigh that escapes his boy’s lips when sharp fangs drag over his rabbiting pulse. Instead of delivering on the unspoken promise of fangs piercing skin, he ever so gently presses his lips to the sensitive skin below Guy’s ear, a too-tender gesture that absolutely wrecks the poor boy beneath him.
Guy’s hands fly into Jasper’s hair, tangling in silver strands and tugging like he’s terrified he’s going to disappear. Bite me, bite me, bite me. Oh, fuck please bite me.
It takes a massive chunk of Jasper’s willpower to not give into that sweet demand, to not dig his teeth into soft skin and let hot blood coat his tongue. If he’s going to pop Guy’s cherry like that, he wants to do it right. “Not yet. Let’s get you more comfortable first.”
The short trip to the nearest bedroom passes in a blur, and Guy’s hands seek contact with Jasper’s body the entire time, as if now that he finally gave himself permission to touch, he can’t help himself. Just that simple act alone almost makes Jasper throw Guy down on the bed and ravage him, but he has different plans.
Plans that require stopping a few feet away from the bed, much to Guy’s confusion. He looks like he’s about to say something, brow furrowed, lower lip caught between his teeth, but Jasper doesn’t let him.
“Didn’t I say we’d have to get you more comfortable?” Jasper’s hands trail down towards the collar of Guy’s shirt, slowly undoing the buttons and exposing more skin for him to hunger at.
“I can undress myself…” Guy protests. ‘I’m not a child,’ is what follows in his mind. Jasper just hums quietly, equal parts acknowledgement and dismissal, as he pushes the garment off of Guy’s shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. The feelings Guy is projecting outward are complicated and twisted up, squirming around his head like hungry maggots. The ever-present cocktail of arousal and shame that intoxicates Jasper so.
“Hands on my shoulders, puppy,” Jasper orders, eyes greedily roaming over Guy’s bare chest. He can’t quite resist the urge to run his thumb over one of the boy’s nipples, feeling it harden beneath his touch and revelling in the quiet gasp it pulls from Guy’s lips.
Guy, despite his convoluted feelings and reservations, does as Jasper says, trembling hands resting on Jasper’s clothed shoulders. His fingers tense ever so slightly when Jasper sinks to his knees in front of him, hot points of contact that burn through the fabric covering him.
Mortals are always so fucking warm.
He takes his time removing Guy’s shoes and socks, lightly tapping his ankle to encourage him to lift his foot, and something about the simple action of undressing Guy feels so much more intimate than all the other things he has planned for his boy. He rubs his hand along Guy’s calf for just a moment; takes in the shiver it sends through Guy’s body and the way his lips are parted in a shaky breath.
“Good boy,” Jasper praises. He can feel the way the praise sets off fireworks in the back of Guy’s head. Yesyesyes, I’m a good boy. I’m good. Wanna be good. He doesn’t even seem to notice how those thoughts are practically radiating out of him.
“Such a good puppy,” Jasper adds on. Guy is being very patient after all, despite the way his thoughts are running a mile a minute with all the things Jasper could be doing to him. As a reward he reaches for the boy’s belt, not so subtly dragging the back of his hand over Guy’s now painfully obvious bulge and Guy’s hips buck forward like he’s starving for it.
“Fuck, please…” Guy whines, out loud, like he can’t bear to keep it in anymore.
Jasper takes considerably less time undoing Guy’s belt and pushing his jeans and underwear down his thighs. His patience is starting to wear painfully thin, and the scent of Guy’s arousal is getting to his head. Guy steps out of the jeans obediently and kicks them to the side.
There’s a damp spot on the front of his underwear. Jasper can’t wait any longer, but to keep up the illusion of tender control he slips the fabric down Guy’s thighs just as slowly as he had his jeans.
His cock bounces free, flushed pink and so hard Jasper would be forgiven for thinking he hadn’t been touched in weeks. It curves up enticingly, shining at the tip like it’s begging to be played with, and who is Jasper to deny him?
He taps one finger against the head of Guy’s cock, watching the digit come back slick with precum. “Such a leaky pup…” he teases. “Do you always get this wet, baby? Or is it just for me?” His cock jerks helplessly and another bead of liquid leaks from the slit at Jasper’s comment. Oh, his boy is just perfect; a messy, needy little thing that Jasper can’t wait to devour.
He strokes his hand down the length, to feel the heat and weight of it. Guy shivers above him and damn near sobs when Jasper removes his hand. He goes back to tracing a finger around the sensitive head, which has Guy’s breathing turn shallow and unsteady.
“Answer the question,” Jasper presses. Guy looks confused, like his brain is having a hard time keeping up. He clearly expected the question to be rhetorical.
“I- I don’t know, maybe? I don’t exactly keep tra-ah… Please…!” Jasper can barely hide a smirk when he slides one tight fist down Guy’s cock, and the boy loses track of his thoughts entirely. Really, he could keep this up for ages, toying with Guy and making him spill his most humiliating desires just for the chance at some friction against his aching cock, but that’s not what they’re here for now.
“Alright that’s enough,” Jasper says, and scoops Guy up in both arms to carry him to the bed. “C’mon princess, let’s get you taken care of.” Guy clings to him like he’s worried Jasper is going to drop him. As if Jasper ever would.
Laid out on the silk sheets Guy looks like a fucking feast. His legs are spread like an invitation, big blue eyes tracking every single one of Jasper’s movements in sheer anticipation. His mind hasn’t quite gone silent yet, but Jasper knows he’ll be able to get his boy there, he just needs a little guidance.
The chill of Jasper’s hands on Guy’s thighs doesn’t seem to startle him anymore, and instead he allows Jasper to push them apart further so he can get comfortable between them. And what a lovely place to be it is. He can feel the blood pumping through Guy’s femoral artery, the decadent sound of his excitement, and when he presses his lips to the sensitive skin of Guy’s inner thigh Guy lets out the sweetest little sigh.
“Bite me,” he whispers, voice trembling. The sheer want in that single request makes Jasper’s pupils dilate, like a large predator homing in on its prey. Guy’s breathing halts for a second when the soft press of lips transforms into the sharp scrape of teeth, and Jasper almost feels bad for teasing the boy.
“Ask nicely.”
“Please bite me…”
“Hmm… Not what I’m looking for.”
There is a brief look of confusion crossing Guy’s features, when suddenly it seems to hit him exactly what Jasper is asking of him.
Oh god. I can’t say that. I really, really can’t. I don’t- Please don’t make me. I’ll die if you make me.
“It’s not up to you, baby.” Just that simple phrase seems to break something in Guy’s brain, a momentary freeze caused by a delicious combination of embarrassment and something almost like relief. The freedom of letting go because it really is not up to him.
“Please bite me…” A pause. A hitched breath. Jasper’s thumb digging into Guy’s hip. “Daddy…”
“That’s my good boy.” Jasper sinks his teeth into Guy’s flesh without further preamble, and when that first taste of blood hits his tongue he instantly and unequivocally realizes how fucked he is. It’s the kind of taste he could get addicted to, and combined with the way Guy is moaning above him, fingers twisted in the sheets like he wants to tear through them, it seems like the perfect cocktail to keep Jasper hooked.
Drinking someone’s blood, taking in their essence, is a deeply intimate affair, and when Guy’s blood coats the back of his throat, he can feel him. Guy is in Jasper’s head, just as Jasper is in Guy’s, like the two of them have become one. The mind is a two-way street, after all, and as Jasper immerses himself in all of what Guy is, he allows Guy to take a peek as well. He lets Guy feel his hunger, his desire, the ecstasy of drinking from him. The poor thing is shaking, white-knuckled, eyes squeezed shut tight to shield himself from anything that’s not JasperJasperJasper.
He can feel the exact moment when the pain starts to fade for Guy and the euphoria kicks in, because the tension appears to drain from his body. His head tips back, pale throat on full display, and the ever-present buzzing in his head finally goes quiet. It’s also in that moment that Jasper starts to consider keeping Guy all to himself. It’s a brief flash of a thought; a vision of Guy kneeling next to him, all soft and vulnerable and his.
More blood spills into his mouth. He laps at it eagerly, sucking it from the twin punctures like a man starved. He’ll never be able to enjoy another’s blood the same way, and just the thought of another vampire getting to have Guy like this is enough to make his own blood boil.
Trembling fingers reach for Jasper’s head, tangling in his hair and tugging Jasper closer. His back is arched like there’s no place he’d rather be than with sharp teeth lodged firmly into him, blood spilling until he’s lightheaded from it.
Unfortunately for both of them, Jasper doesn’t intend to go that far. He needs Guy conscious for what happens next, and so – with great difficulty – Jasper pulls his teeth from Guy’s flesh and watches crimson flow freely down his inner thigh. Guy hadn’t stopped letting out these quiet little whimpers and gasps since the moment Jasper’s fangs entered him, but with one final whine of loss he goes silent, eyes unfocused and filled with unshed tears.
Jasper likes him like this.
He promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, but he can’t help crawling up Guy’s body and pressing their lips together in a feverish kiss. It’s clumsy, mostly from Guy’s side, and Jasper pushes one hand into the boy’s hair and tenderly guides him into a more controlled rhythm. He knows Guy is tasting his own blood on Jasper’s tongue, the coppery tang filling his mouth and overwhelming his senses. He takes it all eagerly, doesn’t pull away, lets Jasper take control and feed him his own blood.
When Jasper finally releases him with a soft tug on his hair, Guy is looking even more dazed, leaning forward like he’s chasing the kiss, begging for more. His lips are stained red now, and Jasper wants to bite him again. He wants to pierce those pretty lips and lick at the wound until they’re both mindless with it. He wants to eat his boy alive. He wants to get him weak and sensitive and shaking.
He presses one final kiss to the corner of Guy’s blood stained mouth, before moving back just a little. With one hand he pushes Guy’s unharmed leg all the way up to his chest, practically bending the boy in half, while his other hand swipes through the blood that’s threatening to drip onto the expensive sheets. He nudges a slick finger against Guy’s hole, and the way his body tenses and arches in response to the sensation has Jasper’s own cock twitching with need.
“Tell me what you need, puppy,” Jasper says, as if he can’t hear Guy’s thoughts, screaming and begging for Jasper to fuck him until he forgets how to breathe.
“Your fingers, please,” Guy whimpers. Jasper’s hand tightens on Guy’s thigh until he winces, and he imagines bruises in the shape of his fingerprints marring that pale skin.
“Please what?” The word Jasper wants to hear is on repeat in Guy’s brain, over and over, like the poor thing just can’t help himself, but Jasper needs it to spill from Guy’s lips. Out loud. Shameless.
“Please, daddy…” He’s learning quickly, flustered and eager, his heart fluttering and skipping whenever that word leaves his mouth. He’s fidgety, too. His hands can’t seem to stay still for longer than a few moments, trailing down the back of Jasper’s neck and pushing under the collar of his shirt in nervous little patterns that betray just how desperate he is. Jasper is already finding it very hard to deny Guy anything he asks for.
“Good puppy.”
Guy lets out a stuttered breath when a blood-slick finger breaches him, slipping inside like it belongs there, and Jasper can’t help but wonder if he’s done this before. He gently probes Guy’s mind, but the box of his past trysts has been carefully hidden away, whether through shame or pure reflex Jasper can’t tell.
He pushes in further, feels the tight heat of Guy’s body surrounding him, and a strategic crook of his finger has Guy moaning like he’s falling apart. High pitched little “A-ah-ah...!” sounds that go straight to Jasper’s cock, pale thighs shaking with desire, and it forces his guard down enough for Jasper to peer right into the hidden corners of his brain.
“That’s it… Let me in…” A second finger slides past Guy’s rim as Jasper invades the boy’s mind.
The memories Jasper is hunting for aren’t abundant, but they’re there; quick flashes of Guy’s own hand slipping a toy inside of him, a college roommate clumsily fingering him on a twin-sized bed, a woman pushing him into the mattress as she fucks him with her fake cock. It’s all surprisingly tame compared to the things Jasper wants to do to Guy – is going to do to Guy.
“Poor thing…” Jasper coos. “Never been fucked the way you really need to, hm?” He briefly removes his fingers to collect more blood from the wound on his thigh, to the whimpered sound of Guy’s dismay, and then a third finger presses into him alongside the other two. It stretches him out, thorough and precise. Guy’s thoughts stutter and halt when Jasper’s fingers nudge against his prostate, inner monologue replaced with pleasured static.
His cock is leaking against his lower abdomen, twitching desperately whenever Jasper crooks his fingers just right. It’s absolutely adorable how desperate his boy already is, the way he arches and gasps when Jasper rubs his free hand along the crease of his thigh.
“I could do this for hours, baby,” he says, and for a moment he pictures it, spending the rest of the day between Guy’s legs, fingering him into incoherence, bringing him to the edge over and over again only to deny him at the very last second. Such sweet torture that would have Guy crying and begging until he is nothing but a mess of tears and desperation beneath Jasper.
The thought bounces through his head like a tennis ball being tossed down a spiral staircase, rapid and uncontrollable, and he shares it with Guy, letting the visuals overwhelm his mind.
“Fuck, daddy!” Guy’s cock jerks and dribbles more precum. His toes curl against the bedsheets. For a second Jasper genuinely thinks Guy might come then and there, but he manages to gather what remains of his sanity just in time. He looks at Jasper with those big, wet eyes, glazed over from being so close, but not quite.
“Yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Letting daddy play with you until you can’t tell up from down. You’d thank me for torturing you. I bet you’d beg for it if I told you to.” His fingers keep moving inside Guy, stretching sensitive muscle that already feels so good around just his fingers. Jasper needs to be inside of him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m so close- Need to come- Gonna-
Guy’s thoughts scream at Jasper, frantic enough that Jasper can almost taste it.
“Not yet, pup,” he says, stilling his fingers entirely and slowly removing them from Guy’s trembling body. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Guy whines at the loss, dull fingers scratching down Jasper’s clothed back like he’s trying to claw his way through the fabric. His hips buck up in an attempt to grind his aching cock into Jasper’s hip, only to be thwarted by a strong hand pushing him back down. Jasper doesn’t mean to tease the poor boy; he’s just finding it far too much fun. Guy certainly doesn’t seem to mind if the way he’s squirming and moaning is anything to go off of.
“Please,” Guy begs, clumsily reaching for Jasper’s shirt buttons and looking like he’s half a second away from just tearing them off. Jasper just gently guides his hands away, pinning them above his head. Guy tests Jasper’s hold and Jasper watches the muscles in his arms flex and release when he realizes exactly how much stronger the vampire is. A shudder wracks his body and a devastating little moan echoes through the room.
Jasper’s own cock twitches at that sound, having been ignored throughout this entire process, and he can practically feel his pupils dilate.
“Keep your hands there,” he orders. He doesn’t wait for a response from Guy, the boy’s internal monologue of Gotta be good, I’m good, I’m a good boy is doing a fantastic job of answering for him.
His own hands move down to his belt, wasting no time undoing his pants just enough to pull his cock out and he very nearly sighs in relief when he strokes one hand down his length. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s wanted someone this badly, but Guy seems to bring it out in him.
For a moment he considers keeping his shirt on, but Guy is looking at him with such desperation that he decides to have mercy. He almost tears through the buttons, letting the fabric slide off his shoulders before discarding it to the floor. Guy’s eyes are locked on his exposed torso, looking like he’s about to start drooling, and Jasper just smirks.
Blood is still sluggishly flowing from the wounds in Guy’s thigh and Jasper uses it to slick up his cock; an unhurried movement that has Guy staring at him with bated breath.
“This is so wrong,” he whispers, momentary clarity amidst the fog threatening to fully overtake his brain, but Jasper just soothes him with a hand in his hair and lips pressed to his jawline.
“You’re thinking too much, puppy. All you need to do is be a good boy for me, can you do that?”
A moment of silence, and then, a tiny nod.
It’s all the permission Jasper needs. He uses his blood-stained hand to guide his cock to Guy’s hole, while his other hand is petting the boy’s hair in gentle motions to keep him in that floaty space he’s been edging up against.
A quiet groan spills from Jasper’s lips as the head of his cock pushes past Guy’s tight rim, and the heat of his body surrounding him feels like sinking into a hot bath. He’ll absolutely never tire of Guy’s warmth and combined with the way his boy is letting out these soft little gasps it’s enough to make Jasper go a little mad.
By the time Jasper bottoms out Guy’s hands are digging into Jasper’s shoulders, eyes squeezed shut and breathing unsteadily. He’s so fucking sensitive, every single touch has him shaking and whimpering and leaking. It makes Jasper want to break him, just a little, to see how far he can push him and how pretty he cries.
For now, though, he’ll go easy on him. He’s already so overwhelmed, head spinning from the phantom feeling of Jasper’s fangs in his thigh, and Jasper needs Guy to want to come back again and again and again.
“Good boy,” Jasper praises, cupping Guy’s cheek, and smearing blood all over his flushed skin. “Look at me…” Guy’s eyes open slowly to make tentative eye contact with Jasper. His thoughts are a tangled mess of Fuck, so full, please, I’m a good puppy, daddy, daddy, daddy, touch me, fuck me, need- and Jasper takes a deep breath to steady himself.
He needs a moment to collect himself, but Guy’s hands are restless, casting trails of fire down Jasper’s back, and his hips are moving impatiently beneath him in an attempt to get Jasper to give him what he needs. He clenches around him, an aborted movement that’s over before it started, and Jasper can’t hold back anymore.
“Such a greedy pup,” he scolds half-heartedly, and starts to move. It’s a cruel rhythm, but it isn’t hard or rough. He focuses on fucking into Guy as deep as possible, hitting his prostate with every thrust, fingers bruising his hips for leverage. It’s meant to be too much, too slow, a steady pace that has Guy’s eyes rolling back into his head as he gasps for air.
Fuck, Guy feels so good around him, hot and tight and perfect, muscles clenching like he’s terrified Jasper is going to leave. He wants to keep Guy like this forever, all sweet and vulnerable, ready to take Jasper’s cock whenever Jasper wants. He’d make an awfully good pet.
“Damn, baby… Look at you… You were never gonna be a lawyer. You were never gonna be the Talamasca’s perfect little spy. You were always gonna be mine. This is exactly where you belong, what you were made for, taking daddy’s cock like a good boy.” His rhythm stays unchanged; deep and slow, wrecking Guy with every single thrust. He doesn’t pound him into the mattress, he doesn’t tear up that pretty hole, but he makes Guy feel it. Every snap of his hips is an assault on all his senses, and Guy can’t move, can only take whatever Jasper gives him, trapped somewhere between too much, too much, too much! and oh god please more!
“Please!” Guy gasps, eyes brimming with tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. His next moan is something closer to a sob, overwhelmed by sensation he doesn’t know how to deal with. Jasper wraps his arms around Guy’s waist in a tight embrace. It alters his leverage, pulls Guy closer to him, changes the angle just enough to be able to slide in even deeper, and that’s when tears start falling down flushed cheeks.
“Say you’re mine,” he rasps, and presses his face into the crook of Guy’s neck, where he can catch all those sweet noises right at the source. His fangs start to descend involuntarily being so close to that fluttering pulse. As if Guy can feel Jasper’s hunger, he tilts his head back all the way and starts to tug on Jasper’s hair to pull him closer, like he’s daring him to sink his teeth in again.
“Oh, fuck…! ‘m yours, daddy, yours!” It slips out of him so easily now, but surely when his brain comes back online, he will try to take it back.
Jasper’s not going to let him take it back.
No, this beautiful boy belongs to him now, and Jasper’s going to make him see it, one way or another.
“That’s right. You’re all mine. Not gonna let anyone else touch you.” He pulls Guy impossibly closer, pressed chest to chest, Guy’s cock trapped and leaking between them. The slight friction against his cock combined with a perfectly angled thrust against his prostate has him sobbing out another noise that makes Jasper’s rhythm falter for just a moment.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry, puppy,” he murmurs right against the carotid artery, feels it pulse and skip a beat. The praise has Guy’s flush traveling further down to his neck, hot blood buzzing right below his skin, a sweet song of desperation.
He’s hardly thinking anymore, head tilted to the side as he tries not to drool a wet patch onto Jasper’s pillow, all soft and malleable and fuzzy around the edges. The ever-present noise of the surrounding streets seems to have gone quiet, and the blissful silence only amplifies his pleasure. Jasper is quickly coming to appreciate this version of Guy.
“Please, more,” Guy slurs, already dangerously close to overstimulation, choking back sobs, but Jasper doesn’t give him what he wants.
“You take what I give you, baby,” he purrs, and laps at the tears streaking Guy’s face. “Just let daddy take care of you.” He angles his hips for a particularly ruthless thrust, and he feels Guy jolt beneath him like he’s been struck by lightning. His nails dig into Guy’s flesh, almost piercing skin, as he holds him in place. It only makes Guy cry harder, arching his back in an attempt to push himself impossibly closer to Jasper, as if skin-to-skin contact just isn’t enough, as if he’s trying to crawl inside of him.
This poor, broken thing…
“Daddy,” Guy whimpers, but whatever he was trying to say trails off into a broken moan. “Ah... a-ah!”
So close, daddy, please, please, please!
“Yeah? You gonna come for me, pretty boy?” Jasper asks, no longer able to hide the strain in his voice. Every thrust into that tight heat is bringing him closer to his own edge, and the way Guy is falling apart so beautifully is only getting him there faster. “Go on then, come for daddy.”
Guy lets out a high-pitched keening noise and before the thought even crosses the boy’s mind he’s sinking dull teeth into the meat of Jasper’s shoulder, clamping down hard. After that it only takes a couple more seconds for Guy to tense up deliciously, shaking through an orgasm that seems to wreck his very core. Heat splatters between their bodies, creating a sticky mess that Guy will no doubt complain about later, and Jasper is gone.
He gives up on pacing himself, on being gentle with the boy, instead he places his hands on Guy’s hips and starts pounding him into the mattress like he’s been wanting to do from the very start.
Guy is whimpering and sobbing, lips pressed to the indentations his teeth left behind in Jasper’s shoulder. He’s almost drooling, a desperate little mess, squirming beneath Jasper to try to get away from the overstimulation wrecking his body.
“Jasper- Daddy!” Guy cries, shaking thighs pressing against Jasper’s waist. “I can’t- Please, I-“ Jasper doesn’t let up for even a second, so focused on chasing his own release.
It doesn’t take long now that he’s given himself permission to let go. He knew that the moment Guy came it would be the end of him and any self-control he may have had. It only takes a few more jagged thrusts before he feels that familiar pleasure building up in his gut, tingling along his spine. It’s a kind of heat he doesn’t usually get to experience, and he doesn’t bother warning Guy before he’s spilling inside of him with a noise that’s awfully close to a growl.
The feeling of Guy’s warm fingers tracing down his spine brings him back into the moment, the sensation of Guy’s hole weakly clenching around his softening cock. He could stay like this, keeping Guy full and oversensitive, but there’s something else he wants to do, and so he slowly pulls out.
There’s crimson leaking from Guy’s hole, down his thighs, a messy combination of his own blood and Jasper’s cum, and really, why let a perfectly good meal go to waste?
With gentle hands he nudges Guy to lie back against the mattress, detangling the boy’s fingers from his hair. Guy goes easily, dazed from the intensity of his orgasm. He’d probably let Jasper do just about anything to him now, and Jasper will gladly take advantage of that fact.
He slides down Guy’s body, strong hands holding onto Guy’s thighs and pushing them up towards his chest as he dives into the boy’s dripping hole.
The response from Guy is immediate and devastating. His entire body tenses, back arched towards the ceiling, toes curling, fingers nearly tearing through the bedsheets. A moan that is close to a wail spills from his lips, oversensitive nerves lighting up again and again as Jasper laps at the blood he fucked into Guy’s body.
Jasper can’t hold back a pleased hum at the taste coating his tongue and forces it deeper inside to lick up every last trace. The intensity has more tears falling down Guy’s cheeks, chest hiccupping with sobs and whimpers that have Jasper doubling his effort to tear this beautiful boy apart.
“Please, fu-uck…! Too much!” Guy’s voice shakes around the edges, wriggling his hips in an attempt to get away from Jasper’s tongue. It doesn’t work. Jasper just tightens his grip even more to keep Guy firmly in place.
Guy’s desperate squirming is only encouraging Jasper to keep going, broad strokes of his tongue, eating his boy alive. He’s dripping with saliva, soaking wet and messy and so deliciously sensitive that despite how the pleasure is closer to pain his spent cock is trying to get hard again. It twitches adorably, followed by a poorly hidden wince and more squirming.
“Shhh… It’s okay, baby.” Jasper rubs one hand up and down Guy’s trembling thigh, like he’s soothing a spooked horse. “Just focus on feeling good.” He doesn’t let Guy respond before he goes back to fucking his tongue into his pliant body. Guy’s breathing is ragged, hips jerking like he’s not sure whether he wants to move closer to Jasper’s tongue or get away from it, but Jasper doesn’t give him the chance to decide for himself.
Jasper takes another peek into Guy’s head as he teases his rim with gentle strokes of his tongue. The poor thing’s brain has absolutely melted. All he gets is Daddy, daddy, daddy, please oh fuck please so close and the overwhelming pleasure at having every single choice taken out of his hands for just a moment.
He looks up at Guy for only a second, and when he grins at the boy, he knows his sharp teeth are covered in blood. ‘Gonna come again, sweetheart?’ He pushes the thought directly into Guy’s mind, so that he can keep lapping at the aftertaste of blood on sensitive skin. At this point it’s no longer about the blood, although that had been fucking delightful. No, it’s about seeing how hard Guy can cry as he’s forced to come a second time.
Guy is beyond words, only capable of letting out these adorable gasps and moans, face streaked with tears, but his cock is fully hard again, precum dripping down the flushed head. Close, close, close, close, please! If jasper were truly a cruel man he’d stop right now and watch the boy cry and beg for mercy, to please let him come, but he’ll save that for next time.
Instead, he doubles his efforts, making a mess out of both of them, and just because he’s feeling generous, he slips one finger in alongside his tongue to teasingly nudge against Guy’s prostate.
That’s what does it. With one long, drawn-out moan Guy comes again, all over his quivering stomach. Jasper draws it out, working him through his orgasm with his finger and his tongue to wring every last drop of pleasure from his body, until the poor thing collapses against the sheets. “Good puppy…” Jasper praises, crooking his finger one final time to watch Guy’s body jerk like he’d been shocked.
When he finally moves away Jasper takes a minute to enjoy the sight of a thoroughly wrecked Guy Anatole. He’s covered in sweat, tears, cum and blood, his hair even messier than before, flushed all the way down to his chest, and such a far cry from the confident boy stepping into the London Motherhouse and demanding to see him. Jasper supposes he enjoys both versions in equal measures.
Now, as a rule of thumb Jasper doesn’t do cuddling, and he really should get Guy into the shower at some point. It’s just kind of hard to stick by those convictions when Guy is looking at him with those glazed over eyes, lower lip caught between his teeth, like he’s a puppy begging for scraps of dinner.
“Alright, princess, just this once,” he says, barking out a laugh when Guy manages to scowl at that and thinks Fuck you, old man. “Good to see I didn’t fuck you completely stupid,” Jasper adds, and lies down next to Guy so Guy can eagerly press his overheated body to Jasper’s cold side. His arms greedily wrap around Jasper’s torso and he’s surely making an even bigger mess of the both of them, but the heat is so very hard to resist.
He had promised himself he wouldn’t get attached, truly couldn’t afford to, but Guy seems to bring something out in him. There are so many people who would want to use this broken, vulnerable, powerful boy for their own agendas, and Jasper is going to make sure no one but him will be able to take advantage of Guy. Guy may not realize it yet, but this has been Jasper staking his claim. Let the Talamasca break the door down looking for their latest prize. Guy belongs to him now.