For Wren: PRON!

Mar 16, 2012 00:23

This is the sequel to the birthday story I wrote Wren back in February. SHe wanted me to post it here so she could access it, so here it is! It's Eric/Jason TRUE BLOOD smut. Read if you dare. Don't flame if you don't like, just don't read!

Title: Like Your Sister's
Author: Elphabachan
Rating: M, for smut and trigger subjects
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.


Jason woke up to his phone ringing. He rolled over, grasping for it in the spot his nightstand should be. When he found nothing but air, he finally opened his eyes, finding himself in his sister’s bed. He sat up, putting a hand to his head as he looked around and tried to remember why he was in his sister’s house. And why the quilt was covered in blood….

Oh. That’s right, he thought, as everything he had done the night before, with Eric Northman, came rushing back to his head.

“Oh God, oh God oh God.,” he muttered, hand flying to his thigh, then his back, trying feel any bite marks that were left from their encounter. He looked down at his leg, eyebrows raised in nervousness and a little bit of fear. True, there was a small scar where Eric’s teeth had gone in, but it had completely healed, just as Eric said it would. He shouldn’t have been surprised, he knew full well what vampire blood could do. But somehow he was still vaguely surprised that all the evidence of his tryst with his sister’s ex had shrank to faded pink dots.

It was then that he remembered his phone was ringing. “Shit!” he hissed, grabbing it. “Hello?”

“Stackhouse! ‘Bout time you answer your phone!” Andy Belfleur barked over the line.

“Andy?” Jason asked, standing up and looking at the quilt that he and Eric had ruined. He made a face, wondering if he could burn it or something.

“Get your ass down to the station, we got a situation!” Andy said, firmly.

“Uh.. Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there as fast as I can!” Jason said, gathering up his clothes quickly and yanking them on one by one. “I hafta go home first, but-.”

“Don’t tell me you woke up in some lady’s bed after a one night stand-.”

“I’m at my sister’s!” Jason snapped, though Andy wasn’t totally off base. “Give me a lil bit!”

“Well then just meet me out at Hot Shot, I don’t have time to wait for you to get cleaned up an’ over here!” Andy groused.

Jason froze, the name of the town giving him pause. He furrowed his brow, mouth opening a bit before he closed it. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he said, and hung up his phone. He’d hoped that he wouldn’t have to go back to Hot Shot, not ever. But apparently duty called.

What was it Eric had said in passing? That he had… business in Hot Shot?

“… Oh man,” Jason said, suddenly feeling a little… sick? Dizzy? He wasn’t really sure, and before he could examine how he was feeling any further he yanked his clothes back on, and gathered the soiled quilt up in his arms. He’d take it to his place to hide it for now. As he carried it, he couldn’t help but think about what exactly they’d done on it the night before. He swallowed, closing his eyes and taking in a whiff of the blanket. It smelled of blood, cum, sweat, and the vampire that had completely infected his mind. His heart beat a little faster, and he thought of the way Eric had touched him, bit him, completely entranced him and made him yell…

“Yeah, this things gotta burn,” he muttered, clutching it as best he could and rushing out of the house.

He arrived at Hot Shot to find police cars and tape all over the place. He whistled lowly, parking the police car by Andy’s, and shook his head. It was weird being back here, but he pushed those feelings from his mind. He had a job to do. He got out of the car, and Andy walked out of the building with the most tape around it.

“Stackhouse, it’s like the second coming of Jack the Ripper!” Andy said, walking up to him and shaking his head. “Or the Black Dahlia, or some other awful serial killer that wa’n’t never found out.”

“What happened?” Jason asked, tucking his shirt into his pants.

“There are about a bunch’ve women scattered throughout this whole shithole,” Andy said, shaking his head again, wondering just what was happening to Bon Temps. “And they didn’t die of old age, if ya catch my drift.”

“… Shit,” Jason said, and Andy gestured him to follow him into the yard behind the bar. He turned the corner, and the sight made him say “OH JESUS CHRIST!”

The woman was barely recognizable anymore. Her throat had been ripped out, her limbs broken and twisted at weird angles, and her face had been bitten into multiple times, so many times it was practically ripped away. The stench of blood in the humid air lingered in Jason’s nose, and he felt bile and vomit rise up in his throat. He swallowed it down, not wanting to look like a pussy, or to show any sign of discomfort being back here. If Andy could face his past V addiction and come to a V hotbed, Jason could put his courage to the sticking place too.

He did recognize her though. She was definitely one of the girls Crystal had given him to.

“Yeah, there’s more,” Andy said. “There’s two more in the bar itself, lookin’ pretty similar. Another down by the gas station, one other IN the gas station, guts all over the countertop. One in the back of a pickup.. Keys were in it. I’m thinkin’ she was tryin’ to get away when her attacker got to her. Others here an’ there, Christ there’s so many.”

“Jesus,” Jason said, turning away from the corpse in front of him. He’d seen a lot in his life, that was for sure. He’d killed a man. He’d killed a vampire, and sat aside while another was killed in front of him. His grandmother had been murdered. He’d been raped, beaten, left for dead. This was really just another disgusting chapter to add to his life story as of late. And yet, the nausea that went with all that never went away, no matter how ‘used to it’ he was.

“There’s…. there’s somethin’ else,” Andy said. “Jason, I’m sorry, but….”

“…. Crystal?” Jason asked, turning back around to look at Andy.

“… Yeah,” Andy said, nodding. “She’s in her hou- JASON!”

Before Andy could finish, Jason and rushed through the town to Crystal’s house, yanking the police tape out of the way of the door and charging inside. His heart was banging against his chest, feeling like it would smash through his ribcage at any moment, and he stumbled into the main room of her home.

Though he hadn’t seen the other bodies, he knew that Crystal had received the worst of it. Her torso was practically split open, organs exposed and blood seeping into the dirty floor. Her neck was chewed away, snapped and contorted on her shoulders, which were burned with spiraly marks. Her mouth was open in a frozen scream, her eyes glassy and staring at nothing. Jason took a couple steps back, the vomit finally forcing it’s way out of his stomach. He turned around, puking all over the floor.

Andy rushed in next, and groaned. “Shit, Stackhouse, I didn’t want ya t’see this for this exact reason. It’s already a conflict of interest that you’re here cuz you know the victims, but now you’ve contaminated the crime scene-!”

Jason stamped past him, barely listening. He stepped back into the sunlight, rubbing his eyes and trying to still his nerves. Part of him had known that Eric was referring to this the night before. He hadn’t even TOLD Eric what had happened to him, but the goddamn vampire had figured it out, and now he’d ‘taken care of business’. Jason didn’t even know how to feel about this. On one hand, the entire town was a massacre, a testament to how deadly vampires were, how inherently violent Eric Northman was. These women had all died horrible horrible deaths at the hands of the blonde vampire, because of Jason, and what they’d done to him.

On the other hand, Jason couldn’t help the small,  guttural sense of satisfaction and pleasure knowing that all these women who’d put him through such hell, torture, and torment were dead.

He bent over, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and Andy joined him outside the house. “You’re a police officer, son, have some goddamn dignity,” he said, though he took Jason’s behavior as a mourning ex, completely missing the actual significance of it. “... I know this is hard, it’s hard for me too, takin’ my past with these dealers into account-.”

“Any leads?” Jason asked, straightening up, wondering what Andy was thinking.

“Well, it’s pretty clear to me this is the work’ve a vampire,” he said, shaking his head. “But beyond that, shit, I don’t know.  That doesn’t narrow the suspect pool at all. Especially since we found a SHIT ton of V an’ meth. Vampires HATE V dealers, you know. And if the goddamn white trash in this town wasn’t quiet about their dealin’s, word woulda travelled fast.”

“… So you think this was about drugs?” Jason asked, looking at him slowly.

“Can’t imagine what else it’d be,” Andy said, shaking his head. “The vampire or vampires’re prob’ly long gone by now. Mike said their liver temps (well, of those whose livers were still there) placed time’ve death ‘round one in the mornin’. That’d give the fanger lots’ve time. An’ ‘sides, they can run real fast too.”

“… So you don’t think it was anyone in town?” Jason asked, a bit nervously. Not that Eric lived in town. But Andy knew OF him, in passing anyway.

“Naww,” Andy said, shaking his head. “Jessica worked last night an’  I know lately she’s been chattin’ with Lafayette at the bar long after the doors close at Merlottes. I’m gonna follow up, but that don’t seem like her. An’ Bill Compton’s mainstreamin’ or whatever they call it. My theory stands: rogue vampire’s pissed ‘bout the V dealin’. Goes all vigilante an’ runs off in the night….” Andy scratched his bald head, and shrugged.

“… So what’re we gonna do about it?” Jason asked, a little relieved.

“Well, we’ll try an’ find it’s trail an’ keep the file open, but I have little hope for it,” Andy said. “…. I’m sorry Jason. I don’t know what else to say. An’ as much as I hate to say it, that vampire jus’ took out a pretty big dealer in our town. Takin’ out the trash, or at least a thorn in my side.”

“Andy-.”

“I know, as Sheriff I shouldn’t be sayin’ that, but sometimes if I can catch a break, I like to catch it,” Andy stated, dourly “An’ I’m sorry cuz I know you an’ Crystal were friends-.”

“She was no friend of mine,” Jason stated, sternly. Andy looked at him quizzically, but decided to blame it on a bad break-up. “…. So what now?”

“We wait for Mike to get them all bagged, and ask around town to see if anyone saw anything,” Andy said. “How they could miss something like this is a mystery. But the first round of questionin’ got me nothin’. I don’t know they’re scared, or dumb, or were hypnotized-.”

“Glamoured,” Jason corrected.

“Whatever. Hell of a way to start a Saturday,” Andy stated, sniffing.

“…. Yeah,” Jason said, nodding, weakly. “Been a weird weekend, that’s for sure.” His hand was shaking as he ran it through his hair.

“Well let’s get to confiscatin’ all the V we can find. Keep that shit away from me, Stackhouse.” Jason didn’t even acknowledge the statement as he went towards his car. He was too worried about what he would have to do later that night.

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Eric Northman sat behind his desk at Fangtasia. He hadn’t been spending much time in his usual spot, as his heart hadn’t been in it as of late. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, he missed Pam, even if he was angry with her and never wanted to see her again. Eric had always been a fairly solitary individual. But now that he felt completely alone, he realized that he too enjoyed company every once in awhile.

He leaned back in his chair, merely thinking. Not brooding, that was a Bill Compton kind of reaction to hardships in life, and Eric had never been one to really brood. Just ruminate. He looked at the ceiling, mind wandering to the night before. He had originally gone to Sookie’s house to find his ex lover, it was true. He wasn’t sure what he would have done had she been there, but when he saw Jason’s truck in the drive and the light on in the upstairs, he knew exactly what he was going to do. Perhaps it was to get back at Sookie. Perhaps it was to REPLACE Sookie. Whatever his motivation, when Jason walked out of the shower, Eric made his mind up fully to have him then and there.

And now he found himself thinking about the obnoxious hick with the blood that wasn’t quite Sookie’s… And yet still completely invaded Eric’s consciousness.

He closed his eyes, considering going to sit in his usual spot, when Ginger opened the door to his office.

“I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed,” Eric growled. He expected Pam to ignore his orders. When Ginger did it, it seemed to be complete insubordination.

“I, I’m sorry, but there’s someone here to really wants to talk to you-,” she said, and then Jason Stackhouse forced himself past her and into the office. Eric sat up a little straighter, not expecting to see him at Fangtasia. He’d figured he would have waited for Eric to come by later. Eric hadn’t decided if he was going to actually go see him that night, in spite of his promise to do so, but now that didn’t even matter.

“We hafta talk,” Jason snapped, and Ginger gave him a look of horror. What human could get away with talking to Eric like that, outside of Sookie? She fully expected Eric to rip the other blonde’s head off.

But instead he just nodded at her. “Leave us,” he said, and she nodded quickly, backing out the door and closing it. Eric turned to Jason. “You couldn’t wait for later tonight, hm?”

“That isn’t it,” Jason said, walking to the desk and slamming his hands down on it. “I got a police call out of Hot Shot today, an’ low an’ behold, a bunch’ve women were murdered there last night. Andy Belfleur thinks it was a vampire that did it, an’ YOU said that you had business there last night.”

“… Oh yes?” Eric asked, looking him up and down. Goodness he had the same look as his sister when he was angry.

“Eric, did you….? I mean, you didn’t… Did ya?” Jason asked, afraid to ask the question fully.

“Did I what?” Eric asked.

Jason took in a deep breath, hands clenching the desk. “… Did you go to Hot Shot an’ kill all those girls?” he asked.

“…. Do you actually want to know the answer to that?” Eric asked. He knew that humans would claim they wanted to know something, and then when they got the answer they would act irrationally. And Jason seemed like someone who would act in such a way. He did wear his heart on his sleeve, after all.

Jason swallowed. Part of him didn’t want to know. He would have loved to keep himself inside a bubble of ignorance, just tell himself that it had been a rogue vampire angry about the V, and just forget about it. His tormenters and rapists were dead, and it had nothing to do with him. But the other side, the side that just KNEW that Eric had done it, wanted to hear it from the man himself. Wanted to know WHY. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know if it was all due to him. He told himself that would freak him out, that he’d be completely disgusted knowing that those women were dead because of his rendezvous with Eric. Even if they were sadistic rapists.

“…. I do,” he said, nodding sternly.

“Alright,” Eric said. “Yes. I did.”

The confirmation, though not unexpected, made Jason shove off the desk and start pacing the office. “Oh my God,” he said, raking a hand through his hair. “Oh my GOD oh MY GOD.”

“You can’t honestly be surprised by that,” Eric said, shifting his weight in his chair a bit. “I told you my intentions-.”

“You did NOT!” Jason snapped. “You SAID you had business to ‘tend to’ in Hot Shot, you NEVER-!”

“What business did you THINK I was referring to?” Eric asked. Had his tone changed at all perhaps it could have been described as incredulity, but he remained maddeningly neutral in his manner. “Like most other vampires I don’t take kindly to weres. Especially weres on V.”

“Eric, I’m a police officer!” Jason exclaimed, finally turning to look at him. “I mean, I was CALLED to that scene today, man! I’ve seen a lot’ve twisted shit over the years but what you did-!... It was…. It was FUCKED UP!”

“It was simply paying them back for what they did,” Eric said, finally standing up.

“For what?! What they did to me?!” Jason asked.

He couldn’t read Eric at that moment. He was starting to realize he could NEVER read Eric. The vampire blinked, some sort of calculation running through his mind. So Jason continued, needing clarification. “I mean…. You didn’t kill ‘em cuz…. Cuz they…. What they did to me, did ya? How did you even KNOW what they did to me? I haven’t told many people ‘bout it, an’ I SURE didn’t tell YOU!”

Eric tilted his head to the side, and a sneaky smile grew on his lips. “Like your sister you wear your heart on your sleeve.”

“DON’T compare me t’ Sookie!” Jason snapped, the comparison pissing him off more than ever before.

“My apologies…. But I was able to piece at least some of it together,” Eric said.

“I really don’t see how.”

Eric was suddenly right in front of him, staring down into his brown eyes and intimidating the hell out of the policeman. Intimidating and…… tempting.

“Last night before we had sex, which you were NOT comfortable with at first, you said ‘first the werepanthers in Hot Shot and now this’. Which led me to believe that the weres you referred to had put you in a similar situation. What they’d done, I wasn’t sure. But more importantly, I’d heard lots of rumors that there had been a were group near here that was dealing in and doing V.”

“How did you-?”

“I’m the Sheriff of my district, Mr. Stackhouse, I’m aware of what goes on because it’s my job,” Eric interrupted, firmly. “YOUR little quip tipped me off. Knowing your past indiscretions with vampire blood I figured that the weres you knew and the weres that deal in it were one and the same… And so I went to Hot Shot, and I killed them for their crimes against vampires.”

“… So wait, you didn’t go to Hot Shot because’ve what they did to me?” Jason asked, eyebrows raising a little bit.

“…. Even if I WAS fully aware of what they’d done, why do you believe that I would do something like that in the name of YOU?” Eric asked, voice still normal but shaded with a vicious chill. “Because I don’t do that for just anybody.”

Jason’s brow furrowed again, trying to understand. He scratched his head. “So… You don’t know what happened to-.”

“Even if I did, why would I care?” Eric asked, voice bored. “My concern was getting rid of prolific V dealers. I don’t take crimes against vampires lightly, and I certainly hold them above crimes against humans.”

Jason frowned. “Oh…. Well…. Fine,” he said, scratching his arm. “I’m… That’s a relief, I guess….” Sort of. Maybe? Actually, he suddenly felt worse.

Eric nodded, and went back to his desk, nonchalance taking over again. “Was there anything else you wanted from me tonight?” he asked, resting his elbows on the chair arms.

“…… I mean, you did know they did somethin’, though, an’ even then you didn’t do that with me in mind at ALL?” Jason asked. Eric just looked at him, still seemingly disinterested, and Jason snorted. “Even though I’m ‘yours’ or whatever? Cuz, when Sookie was Bill’s he woulda-.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Eric cut him off abruptly, starting to sound irritated.

Jason felt both embarrassment and frustration flushing his face. “But I bet you’da done it for Sookie.”

“…. Probably,” Eric said, honestly.

Jason crossed his arms, the acknowledgment pissing him off the most of all. He snorted, and sneered at the tall vampires. “Why did you make me ‘yours’?” he demanded. “I’ve been tryin’ to figure that out all day, between that an’ the mass murder in my jurisdiction I’ve been thinkin’ a LOT ‘bout you, an’ I’m gettin’ real sick’ve it. REAL sick’ve it. You know what I found out? I heard that since I’m ‘yours’, I can’t continue t’see Jessica because she could get in some trouble or somethin’!”

“That’s right, yes,” Eric nodded.

“You asshole!” Jason yelled, and the vampire was surprised at the anger in his voice. Well, not completely. He was a Stackhouse, after all. They just said what they wanted. “You fuckin’ asshole! You don’t even like me but you went ahead an’ DID that so I can’t sleep with the girl who DOES like me? Fuck you!”

“Your temper is so much like your sister’s-.”

“An’ STOP comparin’ me to Sookie!” Jason demanded, pointing at him. “It seems to me that the only reason you did what you did last night is cuz you can’t have my sister! Can’t get the sister, so go after the brother! I mean, that’s what you had in mind last night when you came by, wasn’t it? That’s the reason you an’ I… Did what we did! Am I right?”

“…… Yes,” Eric nodded, voice a little bit softer, though Jason didn’t notice.

“…That’s REAL classy,” Jason growled, suddenly feeling incredibly hurt.

Eric didn’t say anything to that; he just continued to look at him, examining him. So Jason shook his head, and walked for the door. “I’m outta here,” he muttered, leaving the office and stamping through the bar. As if he was radiating fury, people moved out of his way as he walked. He slammed the doors open and stormed to his truck, pissed and humiliated and angry with himself too. He got into his truck, and didn’t hesitate to start it up and rev the engine. He’d been completely had. He’d been used and tossed aside, and while he didn’t understand why it was hurting him this badly, he did understand that he needed to get away from there and get a beer.

The worst part was that he definitely wished that Eric HAD known about what had happened to him, and HAD done that (at least in part) on his behalf. He’d never had someone care about him so much to do something like that. True, it was a scary thing to do, more than immoral and treading on terrifying, but what victim hadn’t had fantasies about their attackers and rapists meeting an awful, awful end? Especially at the hands of someone who cared, who did it out of love and rage?

He shook his head, feeling like a huge idiot. He wasn’t going to tell Andy what he knew. Eric’s blood still ran through his veins, and because of that he felt a loyalty and bond to him. Even if being ‘his’ human meant nothing.

“….. You’re a big dumbfuck, Jason Stackhouse,” he muttered to himself as he drove back towards Bon Temps.

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Jason had watched crappy TV until one in the morning, and then retreated upstairs. He had tried to go to Merlotte’s for a beer, but Hoyt was there giving him a combination of death glares and the sad puppy dog face. Jason hadn’t wanted to deal with that. Especially since Jessica was working and he didn’t want to interact with her in front of Hoyt. Or at all, lest she get in trouble now that he was claimed. So instead he’d resolved to watch reality shows about people preparing for the zombie apocalypse. Better than vampires, he thought.

He crawled into bed, feeling sorry for himself and completely beat. He hoped that the next day would go better for him, and that maybe tonight he would get a good night’s sleep, unlike the night before.

He closed his eyes, letting the sheets of his own bed completely surround him as he wiggled around, trying to get comfortable. He let out a long sigh as he just lay flat on his back. A little smile grew on his face, and he let random thoughts run through his mind. Happy thoughts. Like cars, and girls, and football and beer.

He shifted a bit when he heard a noise at his feet. He opened his eyes and sat up on his elbows, only to see none other than Eric Northman slowly slinking up his bed, shirt off, pants tight. His long limbs were making spider like movements as he moved closer and closer to him, those pale blue eyes staring intently and making the hairs on Jason’s neck stand on end. The cop swallowed roughly, thinking he should move, that he should run, try and get away from this situation. But as Eric descended on him, teeth flicking out and eyes hardening, Jason sat in place, heart thudding.

Eric’s mouth moved down towards Jason’s chest, though his gaze was still locked with the policeman’s. His teeth gently poked at Jason’s skin, scratching across it as Eric moved his jaw about, a strange guttural noise emanating from within him. Jason could have sworn it was like a purring noise, one much like the noises Crystal used to make. But this one was…. More controlled. Definitely deliberate. And this one didn’t send fear up Jason’s spine. If anything, it made him all the more aroused. He let his head dip back, closing his eyes again as the teeth ran across his flesh but didn’t puncture. He felt them run across his abs, sinking further and further until they were at his boxers band. It was then that one tooth pressed against him a bit more urgently, and Jason gasped out, hands gripping the sheets.

A sudden thudding against the window made him open his eyes and sit up with a jerk, and it was then that he realized that Eric Northman was NOT at the foot of his bed, teasing him with his teeth in the most delightful way possible. The reality was that Jason was alone in his room. He looked around, breathing fast, and put a hand to his head. Dreaming. I was dreaming, he thought, and moaned out in frustration. “Dammit,” he said, though it wasn’t clear to him if it was because he’d been dreaming about Eric again, or because the dream had stopped. He lifted his bedding and saw the rock hard erection in his boxers. “DAMMIT.” He was considering taking care of that, but opted instead to just try and sleep. He rolled over to face the window again.

And then yelped when he saw Eric on the other side of the glass, levitating in place.

“Oh FUCK! Give me a goddamn break!” he exclaimed, both impressed and angry at the same time at the timing of this appearance.

“May I come in?” Eric asked, voice muffled through the glass. Jason threw the covers off of himself and stormed to the window, opening it up.

“No!” he snapped. “Why are ya even here?”

“I told you I would come by tonight,” Eric replied, and smirked as he looked down at the protruding shape in the boxers.

“An’ you thought you still could even after Fangtasia?” Jason asked, perplexed and not even noticing that Eric had noticed his hard on. “You got that weird Ass-burgers disease or somethin’?”

“The what?” Eric asked, genuinely perplexed.

“That one that makes ya socially retarded! I didn’t wanna see ya!” Jason stated. “Now beat it!” He slammed the window shut, and went back to the bed, enveloping himself in covers, movements stubborn and pissy. Once settled, he turned back to the window to see Eric still there. “I said beat it!”

“I’d think you’d be willing to indulge me,” Eric replied.

“I don’t wanna talk to no fanger,” Jason spat, rolling over, and Eric rolled his eyes. Dramatic. Just like his….

Eric stopped that train of thought.

“….. Let me in, Jason.”

“Nope.”

“….. I’ll stay out here all night if I have to.”

Jason rolled back over. “That’s REAL creepy. You know what this is like? ‘Salem’s Lot’! I HATE ‘Salem’s Lot’ cuz’ve that scene with the little kid vampire floatin’ outside his brother’s window! Scared the piss outta me when I was little an’ y’aren’t really doin’ my fears any favors when you do… THIS!”

“Let me in and I’ll stop,” Eric replied, an amused smile growing on his face. Jason scowled, feeling manipulated and trapped. But he threw the covers off once more, and stamped back to the window.

“You aren’t comin’ in!.... But I’ll come onto the porch if it’ll make ya go away,” he conceded. To which Eric nodded.

Jason considered just going down in his boxers, but after what had happened the previous night he thought better of it and put a shirt on at least. He walked down the steps, and paused by the door. He could just sleep on the couch if he didn’t want to have Eric floating outside his window…. But then he’d probably just stand outside one of the living room windows instead. He huffed, and opened the front door.

Eric was leaning against the railing, and his blue eyes cast up to look at Jason. “May I come in?”

“No, you’ll stay right there,” Jason said, coolly crossing his arms. “What did you wanna say? An’ that’s kinda weird you wanna talk, cuz you don’t strike me as the talkin’ type. An’ I’M not really the talkin’ type, so don’t expect me to talk back.”

Eric nodded. It was true. He wasn’t really the ‘talking type’. Anyone could tell Jason that Eric kept a lot of secrets if they benefitted him, and that he didn’t confide in anyone if he could help it. Nor did he offer any information willingly, at least not often. So he had no reason to tell Jason everything that had happened in Hot Shot.

He had no reason to tell him that while he made his way to the shithole settlement, his thoughts did start out only about the V ring, but then started to change. Started to be invaded by Jason’s words, started to interest him more and more until he was all out curious. That when he got to Hot Shot, he found one woman who was so high on meth that she told him right away where to find the pack leader, Crystal.

He wouldn’t tell him that when he found Crystal the first thing he did was glamour her to let him into her house, and then break her leg with one swift smash of his boots so she couldn’t move. Or that after she’d admitted to having all that V he’d then asked ‘And how do you know one Jason Stackhouse?’ To which she’d been rather stubborn to answer, and so he’d turned on her electric stove, let one of the coils heat up, and burned her arm with it. He could have glamoured her for that information too, but he had a gut feeling that he would enjoy torturing her all the more after she told him just what had happened to the Bon Temps cop.

He wouldn’t tell him that after she had finally started talking, she’d told Eric everything. Told him about the kidnapping, how Jason had been tied to the bed, bit, clawed, raped by nearly two dozen women in this godforsaken shit hole, after all he’d done for them. She’d given their names, where he could find them, all in hopes of saving herself. It was at that point that Eric had stopped the torture session, and just stared at her with his cold eyes. ‘You fucking vampire, like you can judge ME!’ she’d spat at him, blood running from her mouth, burns blistering and oozing as puss began to form. ‘You think you’re so superior! You don’t understand how we work! Jason Stackhouse is mated to me for life!’

To which Eric had bent down to look her in the eyes, and said, matter of factly. ‘That’s where you’re wrong. Because he’s MINE.’

And then he’d wreaked all the havoc that had been found that morning. He was surprised by himself, really. He had been so primal and violent with all these weres, in a manner that was reserved for those who had offended him in the most egregious ways. All these women had done was mistreat a human, a human that Eric had no real affection for. He would have done something like this for Sookie in a heartbeat.  He hadn’t realized that he would have done it for Jason, until he’d done it.

Which was why he couldn’t tell Jason about any of it. If he told Jason….. It would be like he was admitting that he was getting soft in his old age. His mind went to Godric as he looked at the indignant cop in front of him.

“Honestly, you’re right, I don’t talk,” Eric stated, shrugging. “I don’t feel a need to explain what I did or why I did it. I don’t feel a need to justify any of it to you, or any human.”

“Fine man, so don’t justify it,” Jason said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m not gonna rat out on ya or anything like that, so if that’s what you’re scared of-.”

“That doesn’t scare me, you think that your legal system scares me?” Eric said, raising an eyebrow.

“… No, I guess not,” Jason acknowledged, and averted his gaze, glumly. “…. I jus’… Can ya jus’ let me go?” He looked back up at Eric, big brown eyes giving that hangdog look they betrayed so often these days. “Cuz I grew up with the people who mattered always lovin’ Sookie more’n they loved me, an’ I don’t need a vampire holdin’ on to me cuz’ve the same reasons, okay?”

Eric stared at him, the blue eyes meeting the dark brown, and he straightened up. “….. I think that I should shed some light on one aspect of last night,” he said, seriously.

“God damn, man, you already told me everything there is to know,” Jason said, and Eric shook his head.

“Everything you NEED to know, in my opinion,” Eric corrected. “But there is… one other thing that maybe you should know. And then I will leave, and I will let you go so you can be free of me.”

“Yeah? Really?” Jason asked, eyebrows raising in curiosity.

“Yes, really,” Eric stated. “…. But you should know that…” He struggled with his words, which just frustrated him more even if he wouldn’t show it outwardly. “When I killed Crystal, I…. She knew that it wasn’t simply because of the V… Because I made sure that the last thought in her mind was the knowledge that you were mine. I wanted her to die knowing that.”

Jason’s damned heart began to pound again when Eric said that, and he crossed his arms, a vapid look on his face as he tried to comprehend just what that meant, what it really meant. “… But it’s only cuz you can’t have Sookie,” he stated, though his voice was soft.

“…. Do you remember when I said you were different from your sister?” Eric asked, as if leaping topics even if it was the same one. “And you asked whether it was a good or bad thing?”

“Yeah,” Jason nodded. “You said you didn’t know.”

Eric nodded, and his large blue eyes glinted a little bit. “It’s good,” he said, calmly. “I did go to Sookie’s last night hoping to find her, and I did seduce you in hopes of replacing her, or angering her. I’ll be honest about that, I don’t see a need to hide any of it. But I discovered that you aren’t your sister, Jason. And… I’m pleased by that.”

That was about as heartfelt as Eric was going to get on the matter, even it was already a bit above and beyond his usual truthfulness. He wouldn’t have been surprised if it was completely unreadable by the not so bright cop in front of him.

But somehow Jason had understood it. His arms were still crossed, and his eyes were still a little sad. But he stepped back, and opened the door wider. “Come in,” he said.

“….. What?” Eric asked, surprised.

“I said come in,” Jason repeated, nodding gruffly. “Are ya deaf?”

Eric darted into the house, slamming the door behind him and staring down at the cop. Jason swallowed, and huffed out a ‘fuck’, as if he was frustrated at how he’d relented. “…. You told her I was yours, huh?” he asked, stomach fluttering.

“Yes.”

“…… Good,” Jason growled, suddenly overcome with arousal he’d been fighting and denying since the night before. Arousal that Eric was here, arousal that Eric had avenged him at least a little bit, arousal that Eric WANTED him. Actually, honest to God wanted him not because of Sookie, but because of HIM.

Eric’s teeth flicked out, and he snarled as he leaned in and began to kiss the cop, lustfully. A bit scarily, actually. Jason yelped a bit, but was suddenly going with it, meeting his kisses with an equal amount of ferocity. They hadn’t kissed like this. The vampire had only kissed him on the lips once, and now their mouths were tangling and fighting each other. Eric slammed him against the wall, tearing at Jason’s tee shirt as he growled and snapped at him, and the cop tipped his head back, moaning as the fabric was literally ripped from his chest.

“That was one’ve my favorite tees!” he rasped as Eric kissed and nipped at his neck, and the vampire chuckled and shook his head.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he replied, hand grabbing the younger man’s boxer band, but Jason swatted it away, rather boldly. Eric gave him a look.

“If you think I’m the only one that’s gonna be naked here, think again,” Jason said, and began unbuttoning Eric’s pants, stubbornly. “Hell no, you aren’t gettin’ that advantage.”

“Fine,” Eric said, teeth framed slyly as he smiled, and he shed his shirt faster than Jason could even get the button undone.

“Dammit, you’re so fast, remind me never t’race ya,” Jason said, and was going to go for Eric’s zipper. He yanked it down, and was going to pull the dark pants from the vampire’s hips, but Eric was already ahead of him, stripping his clothes off and fully nude again.

Jason, a bit impressed, tugged his own boxers off to catch up. He was going to try and suggest that they go upstairs and ruin a quilt that wasn’t Sookie’s. But before he could, Eric had lifted him and slammed him into the wall again, pinning him between it and his cold body. He grunted, and began kissing him once more, wrapping his legs around Eric’s waist. All inhibitions and cautions were thrown out the window for Jason Stackhouse; he was already past the point of no return with this vampire. May as well keep on going. It was nice to lose himself so completely.

Eric pressed his palms against Jason’s ass, and positioned himself before swiftly shoving up into his lover. Jason cried out loudly, the lack of warning catching him off guard and his body still not used to that kind of intrusion. Eric started kissing him again, growling as he did so, and the chill of his lips and his cock made Jason shiver. Eric began to buck his hips in a slow rhythm, as if going a little slow so Jason could adjust, though the vampire would never admit to it. Jason moaned out with every propulsion, the forced stretching uncomfortable and still painful, though the noises merely encouraged the vampire to speed up. The cop dug his fingers down Eric’s back, the dull nails leaving light tracks across Eric’s pale skin.

Eric pulled his mouth from Jason’s shoulder, staring at him as he growled with the gyrations. Jason was still moaning, though the moans were less of pain and finally out of pleasure. Eric snarled, aching to sink his teeth into the hot blooded hick. He held off the temptation for now, choosing instead to slam Jason into the wall so hard pictures were falling off of it and smashing to the floor.

“C’mon, bite me,” Jason huffed, and Eric thrust up into him harder. “AH! OhGodohGod, Eric, more’ve that!” The vampire began to all out plow into him, caring not for gentility or being careful. But he merely grazed his teeth along Jason’s skin, seemingly to tease the begging human but also to see how long he could torture himself. To measure his willpower when it came to THIS Stackhouse.

Jason, finally feeling nothing but bump after bump against his g-spot, threw his head back and started to all out yell. He clung to Eric as the vampire snarled and snapped, legs clenching and arms scrabbling up and down his back. His own back was getting scraped up against the wall, sweat breaking out against his brow. It was definitely different being on the receiving end of things, that was for sure. But in the same vein, when it was Eric doing the giving, it just kind of…. Worked.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, BITE ME!” he shouted, almost demanding it, and Eric finally moaned and did so, his fangs breaking the skin where Jason’s neck met his shoulder. The vampire’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he drank, and Jason’s cries were abruptly strangled whines. Still hurt like a bitch. But damn was it in the best way possible. Especially as it intermingled with how wound up his insides were feeling. It was building fast and hard, the first pangs of orgasm stabbing at him.

He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but before he could make his lover known to this fact the vampire yanked his bloodied mouth away and began to thrust and twist at lightning fast speeds. The constant assault on the bundle of nerves inside of him made Jason practically howl, nails now scratching up Eric’s back and legs clamping tighter still. “OHMYGOD I’M GONNA-! ERIC-! AHHHGOD!” he wailed, and suddenly broke all over both of their stomachs as he cried out and shook in the vampire’s arms.

Eric buried his face in the bloody shoulder, throwing his hips up harder and harder until he too was suddenly overcome. Once again, when he came he roared, so loudly that Jason closed his eyes and winced. The vampire then suddenly was silent, and he was just looking at the panting Jason, blue eyes indiscernible as blood caked his face and lips. His tongue slowly ran across his teeth and mouth, and he stared at the spent human in his arms.

Jason let his head thud against the wall, and his arms loosened their grip around Eric’s back. “…. Okay…… That’s twice I’ve slept with a man now… But I think that I really oughta tell ya that I’m NOT gay.”

Eric fully laughed at that, and shook his head. “That’s good to know,” he said.

“Yeah, well, cuz I like girls way too much,” Jason said, shrugging.

“Of course,” Eric nodded, and then moved them to the couch in the blink of an eye, keeping Jason around him and looking up at the human in his lap. “Well you’ll be happy to know that I’m not as… possessive as some of my counterparts are. You can feel free to see other women, HUMAN women, just as I’ll continue to seek out others as well.”

Jason grinned a big dumb goofy smile at the permission to still sleep with girls, though he did have to admit that no girl had made him come that hard before. Not even Jessica. “Well okay, that seems fair.”

“But I will be here a few times a week,” Eric said, finally removing himself and letting Jason sink onto the couch. “You are mine, after all. I did that for a reason.”

“… An’ it wasn’t just t’make Sookie mad,” Jason said, still grinning about that little tidbit.

“….. So it wasn’t,” Eric granted. “…. We’ve come to an agreement then?”

“Yep. I’m yours but I get t’ get with other pretty girls, so long as they AREN’T vampires. I think it’s pretty much win-win!” Jason said, wrapping a Snuggy around himself to still the bleeding in his neck.

“Yes… For both of us,” Eric said, and a faint smile spread on his lips as he began to get dressed again. “Well, I ought to go… Let you get SOME sleep tonight.”

“Okay,” Jason said, face framed by the stupid blanket… thing, Eric wasn’t sure just what it was. “But I’ll see ya again soon, right?”

Eric smiled, and leaned down so he was face to face with his lover. “Never doubt it,” he said, voice firm. Before Jason could say anything else, Eric was speeding out the door.

Jason took that moment to fall back on the couch. He stared up at the ceiling, and exhaled slowly as a goofy grin spread across his face again. “…. Oh man,” he said to himself. He knew he was in a strange and sticky situation. Not only was he sleeping with a murderous vampire who used to be with his sister….

He was definitely becoming attached to him. And while he told himself it was because of the blood Eric had given him, Jason was starting to wonder if it wasn’t more than that. After all, he’d let the vampire fuck the living daylights out of him even before he’d had one drop of blood in his system…

“…. I think I’m in trouble,” he murmured to himself.

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