It’s clear we’re going to get along. (3/3)
Title: It’s clear we’re going to get along. (3/3)
Pairing: Jerry/Mark, Hooker
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Dub-Con, facials, pseudo-underage, offspring!kink.
Summary: Jerry gets Mark fed and cleaned up.
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.
Jerry admired the lack of hesitancy Mark had when it came to drinking blood and killing. He hadn’t needed to be told what to do when Jerry opened one of the white cells in his closet and ushered the thirsty boy towards the half drained hooker he had called in earlier.
Mark had gone straight for the throat; crushing her chest against his and pinning her arms to her sides. She kicked futilely in his grip and her pleas for mercy fell on ears deafened by her beating heart. He had been messy and quick, biting deep and desperately trying to gulp down thick jets of arterial blood.
When he was full, he let her slip from his arms to the floor, and sat back on his heels, panting heavily. Jerry could see the line of Mark’s hard prick along his hip trough his jeans and smirked. He knew exactly how his fledgling was feeling. The power of the first blood high was coursing him, tainting his soul permanently with lust and violence.
The look of satisfaction on Mark’s face reminded Jerry of how he felt after his first kill and new exactly what his youngling needed. He moved quickly to Mark and crouched by his side.
Mark leaned away from Jerry slightly, but did not turn from his sire. Jerry decided to peg the boy’s shyness towards him on the attack in the car. Those delicious feelings of fear and confusion translated over to his undead life as submission and hesitancy.
Jerry caught the back of Mark’s neck in one big hand and pulled the kid in close before rubbing Mark’s erection through his jeans.
“That good, huh?” asked Jerry, mouth pressed close to Mark’s ear. He knew the answer was obvious, but he wanted to get his boy’s attention on him without breaking the spell that fresh blood had on him. The young vampire looked up at his sire and nodded. There was blood all over his chin and his eyes where glazed black. He was squirming deliciously in Jerry’s hands, bucking slightly to press his cock against his master’s palm.
Mark cleared his throat and asked “So, what do we do now?” His voice was rough with lust and Jerry became distinctly aware of how tight his own jeans were getting.
He gave Mark a quick and brutal kiss before grabbing the boy under the elbows and hauling him to his feet. “Shower,” said Jerry as his hand came back to palm his boy’s groin. “Then we get you settled. I bet all of your brothers and sisters will be awake when we are done.”
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The young vampire was even more handsome pale and cool than he had been when his heart was beating, especially now that all the dirt, blood, and gore had been washed from his skin. He looked like an alabaster statue of a Greek youth, trapped between a boy and a man.
His shoulders had yet to fill out, but most of his baby fat had melted away, revealing strong, lean muscles.
Jerry watched the last of the body wash slide off Mark’s back and down his legs with the water before turning the youngling around to face him. The white tiled shower was just big enough for them to stand in without touching, but it left little personal space. Their chests were one deep breath away from touching. He didn’t care to wait for that to happen and pulled Mark tightly against him, holding his handsome child by the hips and grinding their cocks together.
Jerry had been hard since he had undressed Mark for cleaning and he took pride in the fact that he had been able to control himself for so long with such a fine, young vampire.
Mark let out a huff at the friction and gripped Jerry’s biceps with cold, clawed hands; the hot water doing nothing to change the temperature of either of them. Jerry smiled when Mark pressed back against him. He was slowly coming out of his shell, and Jerry was starting to like him more and more. A natural born killer and lover? What more could an old vampire ask for?
Jerry slid his hands down and around to squeeze Mark’s pert ass firmly before giving it a slap. The teen nearly jumped out of his skin and gave an undignified yelp before glaring daggers at his maker. “Come on, don’t be like that,” said the elder vampire, trying to coax mark into forgiving him. “What? Never had a girl get rough with you before? Or were you the one tanning their asses?”
Mark whined softly, pressing his hips harder against his master’s and pressed his cheek to the taller man’s collar bone. “I usually got them,” he said as he looked up at Jerry. “But there was this one girl, gothic, with purple pu-.”
Jerry silenced him with a kiss, deciding he no longer wanted to hear about his boy’s past lovers and moved on to something a little more stimulating. The kiss was gentle until Jerry felt Mark’s fangs on his bottom lip, so Jerry ran a hand up the teen’s back to cup his head and deepen the kiss.
He weaseled his other hand in between their bodies and took both of their cocks in hand and stroked them. Mark moaned, loving the friction and kissed Jerry’s chest. He mouthed at his sire’s collar bone and sucked lightly at the hollow of his throat. A deep rumble of appreciation came from the older vampire and he stroked the back of his child’s head in praise. Fisting his hand in Mark’s dark hair, Jerry pulled the boy off of his chest before releasing him and slicing the skin over his heart with the claw of his thumb.
Vampire blood was nothing like human blood, but when shared from sire to fledgling, it would be intoxicating. It would strengthen their bond and give Jerry more control over Mark. His blood would be a drug to the baby vampire.
Rich, dark blood welled quickly, a black gash on his dead body, but before any could leak from the wound, Mark was on him. He sucked greedily at the cut, tongue working furiously to catch every drop. Mark’s mouth was almost too much for Jerry, feeling the blood being pulled from him and dragging the youngling further under his sway. The physical feeling of having his life sucked from him, a creature of nightmares worldwide, was almost taboo.
He stroked their cocks faster, Mark thrusting erratically in his grip now and so, so close. On the upstroke, Jerry pressed the heads of their cocks together and twisted, and Mark’s teeth slid into his chest. Mark’s jaws latched on and locked as he came, covering their cocks, stomachs and Jerry’s hand in cum.
The boy kept suckling at the wound in Jerry’s chest and he had to forcibly remove the greedy child. He pushed the muscular youth to his knees, and felt his prick jump at the sight of his old blood wringing the boy’s mouth and those black eyes staring up at him. He rubbed his cock over Mark’s mouth, smearing his blood around before the water washed it all away. He moaned in pleasure as Mark opened up and licked a tick, bloody stripe up the underside of his dick.
Jerry didn’t trust the fledgling with his fang’s yet, so he was content to rub off on Mark’s smooth, perfect face and letting the boy eagerly lap at him. Jerry growled with his fangs bared when he came and held Mark’s head still with a tight grip on his hair as he painted the guy’s face with cum.
He took a moment to catch his unneeded breath and then yanked the kid to his feet to wash him again. They stood in silence as Jerry foamed up a glob of body wash between his hands and carefully washed the come from their bodies. Mark was complacent in his afterglow and let Jerry do what he wanted.
Turning off the shower, the master vampire led his child from the glass shower and began to dry him off with one of the towels he had set out for them earlier.
“I hope you have something clean for me to wear, because I am not putting that nasty sweater back on. You ruined it.,” said Mark once he was dry. His voice was strong, but Jerry could tell the bravado was just a cover for the boy’s nerves. He refused to meet Jerry’s gaze and stared disapprovingly at his bloodied blue sweater.
“How did I ruin it?”
“You killed it when you killed me. The whole throat ripping thing is really messy,” joked Mark, gesturing between the blood drenched sweater and his throat.
“I'll wash it, but you better get used to the idea of being dirty,” replied his sire, and Mark turned to him, his confusion obvious.
“Hey, we sleep in the dirt, and with how many I have of you in the basement, you guys are not wasting time on daily showers.”
“We sleep in the dirt? Every night?” asked the boy, disappointment ringing in his voice.
“Yeah, and we do a lot of other things that the popular consensus doesn’t say, so don’t worry about it,” Said Jerry as he pulled his youngling under his arm. He pressed his mouth against Mark’s temple and breathed in the dead boy’s scent. Earth and blood, just like the rest.
“Now, if I didn’t have things to do, I would tell you all about it,” He said, pulling back from Mark and grasping his shoulder. “Get dressed and go downstairs. Play nice with Ed and we will see if I can get us a late night snack.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Mark, smiling up at his maker before pulling on his pants and heading downstairs.
The End
Pairing: Jerry/Mark, Hooker
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Dub-Con, facials, pseudo-underage, offspring!kink.
Summary: Jerry gets Mark fed and cleaned up.
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.
Jerry admired the lack of hesitancy Mark had when it came to drinking blood and killing. He hadn’t needed to be told what to do when Jerry opened one of the white cells in his closet and ushered the thirsty boy towards the half drained hooker he had called in earlier.
Mark had gone straight for the throat; crushing her chest against his and pinning her arms to her sides. She kicked futilely in his grip and her pleas for mercy fell on ears deafened by her beating heart. He had been messy and quick, biting deep and desperately trying to gulp down thick jets of arterial blood.
When he was full, he let her slip from his arms to the floor, and sat back on his heels, panting heavily. Jerry could see the line of Mark’s hard prick along his hip trough his jeans and smirked. He knew exactly how his fledgling was feeling. The power of the first blood high was coursing him, tainting his soul permanently with lust and violence.
The look of satisfaction on Mark’s face reminded Jerry of how he felt after his first kill and new exactly what his youngling needed. He moved quickly to Mark and crouched by his side.
Mark leaned away from Jerry slightly, but did not turn from his sire. Jerry decided to peg the boy’s shyness towards him on the attack in the car. Those delicious feelings of fear and confusion translated over to his undead life as submission and hesitancy.
Jerry caught the back of Mark’s neck in one big hand and pulled the kid in close before rubbing Mark’s erection through his jeans.
“That good, huh?” asked Jerry, mouth pressed close to Mark’s ear. He knew the answer was obvious, but he wanted to get his boy’s attention on him without breaking the spell that fresh blood had on him. The young vampire looked up at his sire and nodded. There was blood all over his chin and his eyes where glazed black. He was squirming deliciously in Jerry’s hands, bucking slightly to press his cock against his master’s palm.
Mark cleared his throat and asked “So, what do we do now?” His voice was rough with lust and Jerry became distinctly aware of how tight his own jeans were getting.
He gave Mark a quick and brutal kiss before grabbing the boy under the elbows and hauling him to his feet. “Shower,” said Jerry as his hand came back to palm his boy’s groin. “Then we get you settled. I bet all of your brothers and sisters will be awake when we are done.”
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The young vampire was even more handsome pale and cool than he had been when his heart was beating, especially now that all the dirt, blood, and gore had been washed from his skin. He looked like an alabaster statue of a Greek youth, trapped between a boy and a man.
His shoulders had yet to fill out, but most of his baby fat had melted away, revealing strong, lean muscles.
Jerry watched the last of the body wash slide off Mark’s back and down his legs with the water before turning the youngling around to face him. The white tiled shower was just big enough for them to stand in without touching, but it left little personal space. Their chests were one deep breath away from touching. He didn’t care to wait for that to happen and pulled Mark tightly against him, holding his handsome child by the hips and grinding their cocks together.
Jerry had been hard since he had undressed Mark for cleaning and he took pride in the fact that he had been able to control himself for so long with such a fine, young vampire.
Mark let out a huff at the friction and gripped Jerry’s biceps with cold, clawed hands; the hot water doing nothing to change the temperature of either of them. Jerry smiled when Mark pressed back against him. He was slowly coming out of his shell, and Jerry was starting to like him more and more. A natural born killer and lover? What more could an old vampire ask for?
Jerry slid his hands down and around to squeeze Mark’s pert ass firmly before giving it a slap. The teen nearly jumped out of his skin and gave an undignified yelp before glaring daggers at his maker. “Come on, don’t be like that,” said the elder vampire, trying to coax mark into forgiving him. “What? Never had a girl get rough with you before? Or were you the one tanning their asses?”
Mark whined softly, pressing his hips harder against his master’s and pressed his cheek to the taller man’s collar bone. “I usually got them,” he said as he looked up at Jerry. “But there was this one girl, gothic, with purple pu-.”
Jerry silenced him with a kiss, deciding he no longer wanted to hear about his boy’s past lovers and moved on to something a little more stimulating. The kiss was gentle until Jerry felt Mark’s fangs on his bottom lip, so Jerry ran a hand up the teen’s back to cup his head and deepen the kiss.
He weaseled his other hand in between their bodies and took both of their cocks in hand and stroked them. Mark moaned, loving the friction and kissed Jerry’s chest. He mouthed at his sire’s collar bone and sucked lightly at the hollow of his throat. A deep rumble of appreciation came from the older vampire and he stroked the back of his child’s head in praise. Fisting his hand in Mark’s dark hair, Jerry pulled the boy off of his chest before releasing him and slicing the skin over his heart with the claw of his thumb.
Vampire blood was nothing like human blood, but when shared from sire to fledgling, it would be intoxicating. It would strengthen their bond and give Jerry more control over Mark. His blood would be a drug to the baby vampire.
Rich, dark blood welled quickly, a black gash on his dead body, but before any could leak from the wound, Mark was on him. He sucked greedily at the cut, tongue working furiously to catch every drop. Mark’s mouth was almost too much for Jerry, feeling the blood being pulled from him and dragging the youngling further under his sway. The physical feeling of having his life sucked from him, a creature of nightmares worldwide, was almost taboo.
He stroked their cocks faster, Mark thrusting erratically in his grip now and so, so close. On the upstroke, Jerry pressed the heads of their cocks together and twisted, and Mark’s teeth slid into his chest. Mark’s jaws latched on and locked as he came, covering their cocks, stomachs and Jerry’s hand in cum.
The boy kept suckling at the wound in Jerry’s chest and he had to forcibly remove the greedy child. He pushed the muscular youth to his knees, and felt his prick jump at the sight of his old blood wringing the boy’s mouth and those black eyes staring up at him. He rubbed his cock over Mark’s mouth, smearing his blood around before the water washed it all away. He moaned in pleasure as Mark opened up and licked a tick, bloody stripe up the underside of his dick.
Jerry didn’t trust the fledgling with his fang’s yet, so he was content to rub off on Mark’s smooth, perfect face and letting the boy eagerly lap at him. Jerry growled with his fangs bared when he came and held Mark’s head still with a tight grip on his hair as he painted the guy’s face with cum.
He took a moment to catch his unneeded breath and then yanked the kid to his feet to wash him again. They stood in silence as Jerry foamed up a glob of body wash between his hands and carefully washed the come from their bodies. Mark was complacent in his afterglow and let Jerry do what he wanted.
Turning off the shower, the master vampire led his child from the glass shower and began to dry him off with one of the towels he had set out for them earlier.
“I hope you have something clean for me to wear, because I am not putting that nasty sweater back on. You ruined it.,” said Mark once he was dry. His voice was strong, but Jerry could tell the bravado was just a cover for the boy’s nerves. He refused to meet Jerry’s gaze and stared disapprovingly at his bloodied blue sweater.
“How did I ruin it?”
“You killed it when you killed me. The whole throat ripping thing is really messy,” joked Mark, gesturing between the blood drenched sweater and his throat.
“I'll wash it, but you better get used to the idea of being dirty,” replied his sire, and Mark turned to him, his confusion obvious.
“Hey, we sleep in the dirt, and with how many I have of you in the basement, you guys are not wasting time on daily showers.”
“We sleep in the dirt? Every night?” asked the boy, disappointment ringing in his voice.
“Yeah, and we do a lot of other things that the popular consensus doesn’t say, so don’t worry about it,” Said Jerry as he pulled his youngling under his arm. He pressed his mouth against Mark’s temple and breathed in the dead boy’s scent. Earth and blood, just like the rest.
“Now, if I didn’t have things to do, I would tell you all about it,” He said, pulling back from Mark and grasping his shoulder. “Get dressed and go downstairs. Play nice with Ed and we will see if I can get us a late night snack.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Mark, smiling up at his maker before pulling on his pants and heading downstairs.
The End