It’s clear we’re going to get along. (1/3)
Title: It’s clear we’re going to get along.
Pairing: Jerry/Mark
Rating: R (light)
Warning: Dub/non-con, violence, blood drinking, necrophilia (undead),
Summary: Jerry enjoys siring Mark
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, nor do these actors. The title is taken from Oliver.
A special thank you to animedragon for being a wonderful beta.
Pulling back from the driver’s side front window, Jerry wiped the blood from his face and licked it from his palm. He took a moment to enjoy the high in the boys’ blood. It was strong and quickly surged through his body before his vampire metabolism washed it away. He should have fed on the driver last Jerry decided in hindsight; the aggression and testosterone of virile male youth had added such flavor to his blood.
A soft click from below drew Jerry’s attention back to the car and bent back to look into the driver’s window. The first boy froze when he saw Jerry watching him; freshly undone seatbelt sliding across his chest and right hand pressed to the bite wound in his neck. The pressure he applied with his hand the only thing holding in his life. The boy’s gaze flicked away from Jerry to his dead friend slumped against him and his pale face went white. Fighting a retch, the boy looked back to Jerry.
“Please don’t kill me.”
The words rushed desperately from the boy’s lips and Jerry smiled at the rising scent of fear flowing from his prey. He gave the boy an onceover, admiring the cut of his jaw and strong eyebrows, and decided that maybe he wouldn’t kill him. Well, at least not in the way he killed the other kid in the car.
Stepping back, Jerry opened the car door and hauled the youth out, slung him over his shoulder and carried his prey back to his house. Jerry enjoyed the little flare of resistance from the boy when he tried to grab onto the door frame.
He laid the boy out on the living room floor and sat crossed legged on the left side of the bloodied human. The vampire gripped the wrist of the hand that the boy was using to keep his blood in, but did not pull it away from the ripped neck. The boy whimpered but didn’t dare try and pull from Jerry’s hold. He was shaking and tears began to leak out of the corners of his eyes.
“Please don’t. I won’t tell anyone, just don-”
Jerry shut the boy up with a flash of fangs and a snarl before speaking. “What’s your name, guy?”
“Mark.”
“Well, Mark, enough with the waterworks. I’m not going to kill you,” cooed Jerry, his fangs showing in his smile and his eyes ink black.
“Then you’re gonna let me go?” whispered Mark, as he twisted slightly in Jerry’s grasp.
“No can do, boy. I got something better for you than that,” Jerry said as he pulled Mark into his lap and held him against his chest with his right arm.
With the fear rolling off Mark, along with that bloody neck so close, Jerry really had to concentrate on why he brought the boy into his house in the first place. He wanted this beautiful boy for his beautiful family; to be the vampire’s child as long as Jerry chose to keep him.
Finally he pulled Mark’s hand from his neck and brought his mouth down over the bite. Fresh blood flowed from the wound and Jerry drew on it without causing any more damage and drank deeply. When he stopped, Mark was loose in his arms; his breath was shallow and cold sweat had beaded on his forehead.
The flesh of Jerry’s wrist split easily against his fangs and the taste of his own blood made him shudder. Centuries of stolen life trapped in each drop and the vampire flavor hot on his tongue.
Mark twitched and jerked in when Jerry pressed his wrist to the fledgling- to- be’s mouth, but with every soft protest or gasp, more undead blood got in, sealing the boy’s fate. With Mark pressed so close, Jerry could actually feel the effects of his settling in. The kid was sweating and shaking uncontrollably. Mark looked up at Jerry, his eyes glazed over with complacency, but Jerry could see the spark of fear and confusion stuck behind the lull of his blood. Mark opened his bloody mouth to speak again but Jerry stopped him with a kiss.
The boy’s mouth was soft and pliant against his, and Mark let him take what he wanted. He could feel Mark’s heart begin to race and hammer out its last few beats before the boy went limp with undeath in his arms.
Jerry continued to kiss the corpse for a few more moments before he lifted his youngling and carried him to the basement to be buried in the earth so that the blood could finish the change and add a new member to his family.
tbc
Pairing: Jerry/Mark
Rating: R (light)
Warning: Dub/non-con, violence, blood drinking, necrophilia (undead),
Summary: Jerry enjoys siring Mark
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, nor do these actors. The title is taken from Oliver.
A special thank you to animedragon for being a wonderful beta.
Pulling back from the driver’s side front window, Jerry wiped the blood from his face and licked it from his palm. He took a moment to enjoy the high in the boys’ blood. It was strong and quickly surged through his body before his vampire metabolism washed it away. He should have fed on the driver last Jerry decided in hindsight; the aggression and testosterone of virile male youth had added such flavor to his blood.
A soft click from below drew Jerry’s attention back to the car and bent back to look into the driver’s window. The first boy froze when he saw Jerry watching him; freshly undone seatbelt sliding across his chest and right hand pressed to the bite wound in his neck. The pressure he applied with his hand the only thing holding in his life. The boy’s gaze flicked away from Jerry to his dead friend slumped against him and his pale face went white. Fighting a retch, the boy looked back to Jerry.
“Please don’t kill me.”
The words rushed desperately from the boy’s lips and Jerry smiled at the rising scent of fear flowing from his prey. He gave the boy an onceover, admiring the cut of his jaw and strong eyebrows, and decided that maybe he wouldn’t kill him. Well, at least not in the way he killed the other kid in the car.
Stepping back, Jerry opened the car door and hauled the youth out, slung him over his shoulder and carried his prey back to his house. Jerry enjoyed the little flare of resistance from the boy when he tried to grab onto the door frame.
He laid the boy out on the living room floor and sat crossed legged on the left side of the bloodied human. The vampire gripped the wrist of the hand that the boy was using to keep his blood in, but did not pull it away from the ripped neck. The boy whimpered but didn’t dare try and pull from Jerry’s hold. He was shaking and tears began to leak out of the corners of his eyes.
“Please don’t. I won’t tell anyone, just don-”
Jerry shut the boy up with a flash of fangs and a snarl before speaking. “What’s your name, guy?”
“Mark.”
“Well, Mark, enough with the waterworks. I’m not going to kill you,” cooed Jerry, his fangs showing in his smile and his eyes ink black.
“Then you’re gonna let me go?” whispered Mark, as he twisted slightly in Jerry’s grasp.
“No can do, boy. I got something better for you than that,” Jerry said as he pulled Mark into his lap and held him against his chest with his right arm.
With the fear rolling off Mark, along with that bloody neck so close, Jerry really had to concentrate on why he brought the boy into his house in the first place. He wanted this beautiful boy for his beautiful family; to be the vampire’s child as long as Jerry chose to keep him.
Finally he pulled Mark’s hand from his neck and brought his mouth down over the bite. Fresh blood flowed from the wound and Jerry drew on it without causing any more damage and drank deeply. When he stopped, Mark was loose in his arms; his breath was shallow and cold sweat had beaded on his forehead.
The flesh of Jerry’s wrist split easily against his fangs and the taste of his own blood made him shudder. Centuries of stolen life trapped in each drop and the vampire flavor hot on his tongue.
Mark twitched and jerked in when Jerry pressed his wrist to the fledgling- to- be’s mouth, but with every soft protest or gasp, more undead blood got in, sealing the boy’s fate. With Mark pressed so close, Jerry could actually feel the effects of his settling in. The kid was sweating and shaking uncontrollably. Mark looked up at Jerry, his eyes glazed over with complacency, but Jerry could see the spark of fear and confusion stuck behind the lull of his blood. Mark opened his bloody mouth to speak again but Jerry stopped him with a kiss.
The boy’s mouth was soft and pliant against his, and Mark let him take what he wanted. He could feel Mark’s heart begin to race and hammer out its last few beats before the boy went limp with undeath in his arms.
Jerry continued to kiss the corpse for a few more moments before he lifted his youngling and carried him to the basement to be buried in the earth so that the blood could finish the change and add a new member to his family.
tbc