When Night Falls - Chuck/Casey - NC-17
Title: When Night Falls
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Casey, Sarah/Shaw
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3,750
Warnings: slash, sex, swearing
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, please don't sue
Summary: Vampire!AU, in which Chuck is a vampire, Casey is (still) a spy, Bryce is kind of awesome and Sarah and Shaw don't really... do much.
A/N: Written for prompt #210 (feral) at tamingthemuse, and prompt #41 (night) at 365_themes. Phew.
Major John Casey had a Very Bad Feeling about this. The last time he'd had a Very Bad Feeling, two of his closest friends had died - so this didn't particularly bode well for the mission, he thought. Although, this feeling had been bubbling somewhere inside him ever since he'd first joined the S-Unit (Supernatural Unit; and wasn't it just turning out to be the most fun ever) two months ago, so he couldn't say he was overly surprised by its emergence. Not really.
The mission was simple, considering. There were vampires inside the townhouse he was standing before, a whole coven of them. He knew some of them personally - Walker, for example. The beautiful blonde had, since being turned, managed to wrap them all around her little finger from the looks of things, though (despite not having been turned long ago, all things considered). Bryce - Bryce Larkin - he was behind it all. Casey knew him, too - had killed him once; or so he'd thought at the time. It was unfortunate that Larkin had turned out to be the walking dead. Casey had been proud of that kill.
He jogged up the steps, opening the door without knocking. It was unlocked, he knew. All part of the business. The mission would be simple, he thought. Get in, find the target, get the information - by any means possible (seduction had come up; this place being what it was, and though the General couldn't condone sleeping with a mark, it had been hinted at. Several times) - and leave. The harder part would be in keeping this from Walker and Larkin. Particularly Larkin, who was said to have the power to read people's emotions. Walker could be easily distracted with a cute new plaything.
They were sitting in a room off to the left, where vampires milled about with humans, chatting and laughing. Larkin spotted him first and smirked, before he leaned over and whispered something in Walker's ear. She was reclined on a couch, one arm around Shaw as his right hand traced gentle patterns on her bare stomach. She jerked her head up sharply when Larkin started talking, meeting Casey's eyes with an icy glare. Not as cold as Shaw's though - he stopped touching Walker and bared his fangs, hissing angrily.
Bryce murmured something that Casey couldn't hear, then stood and walked over to the agent. "Casey," he drawled. "I take it you aren't here to kill me again?"
Casey grunted in the negative. Larkin laughed quietly.
"So why are you here? I heard you're out of a job, Major."
Casey suppressed his growl. "And I heard you had someone new."
"And what?" Larkin asked. "You wanted a go? Forgive me if I find it hard to believe, Casey, that you want anything to do with our kind."
"I'd rather have nothing to do with you, Walker or Shaw," Casey corrected. "But I'm bored and I want something new."
"A little risk?" The laugh was louder, this time. "Fine, fine. But, Casey?"
A grunt.
"If you hurt him, I will kill you."
Casey saw the steel threat in Larkin's eyes; more poignant even than Shaw's murderous stare. He nodded. "I won't hurt him."
Larkin surveyed him for a moment, before nodding. He tapped his temple. "Remember, Casey; I will know."
He turned on his heel and walked back over to Walker and Shaw. Casey leaned against the doorway while he waited, watching idly as the vamps wandered about the room; most of his attention was still on the three holding court in the centre, however. Shaw let out a sudden, "No!" and Casey looked up, but Larkin was there, easing the other back, appealing to Walker.
He had turned her, that was the thing. She had a hold over Shaw, of course - she had turned him, and he couldn't hate her; no matter how hard he tried. But Larkin could control her, even if she had all the others and got to play queen. Casey saw the moment Larkin won; Shaw looked down and away, still growling, and Walker's nostrils flared as she sank back into her seat. Larkin strode back over to Casey.
"Come on," he murmured.
...
He led Casey up a set of stairs that wound around in a spiral, stopping in front of the door furthest away. "Remember," he warned, "He's a new one. He's been fed recently, but if things get too much, get out of there. But don't hurt him, Casey. You know that I, unlike Shaw, will carry out my threats."
Casey smirked. This was why he still sometimes spoke to Larkin - the man was rather straightforward in his intentions. "Don't worry about it," he said, pushing open the door.
He heard Larkin leave once the door closed. Casey looked about the bare room. There was a man lying on the plain bed - he almost looked like a kid, in comparison to the others; all gangly limbs and curly hair. His nostrils flared once, when Casey entered, but then he was up and on the opposite side of the room from the agent, staring at him with an odd intensity.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. There was a shake to his voice that Casey had not been expecting. Either a lack of control, or fear. The Major took a step forwards with his hands outstretched. Non-threatening, that was key.
"Larkin brought me up here."
The kid bared his fangs. "Bryce. He's an idiot. Idiot. Get out."
"No. I asked to be brought here."
"Get out," the kid all but snarled, though there was still not enough conviction in his voice. He was trembling, too, Casey could see. Only a slight tremor, but it was passing throughout his entire body. It wasn't something Casey was used to seeing at all; Walker had been much more in control when she had first been turned.
"When did you last feed?"
"I don't know," the kid replied. "A day ago." He shot a sullen look at the door. "They made me."
"You have to, you know. Or you'll die."
The kid did hiss then, anger getting the better of him. "What do you know about it? You're just a human. Why are you even here?"
"You don't know what this place is?"
Funnily enough, reminding the kid didn't seem to ease his tension any, and Casey could have cursed himself for increasing it. The tremble turned into a full-blown shiver once he realised. "I know, yes. How could I forget?"
Casey sat on the bed. He wasn't about to do anything if the kid was unwilling, so he'd wait, or leave, if needs be. When he looked up, he noticed he was being stared at curiously. The kid's eyes were large and dark; far too innocent for a place like this. Casey felt something strange alongside the Very Bad Feeling, still simmering away in the pit of his stomach. It was something that appeared to be far too close to sympathy.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Um, Charles. No, Chuck. Call me Chuck."
The kid - Chuck - made no move to ask for his, so Casey decided to give it anyway; "I'm Casey. John Casey."
"John Casey. Casey. John." Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Come here often?"
Casey allowed a smirk at the vamp's attempt at humour, noting as he did that that eased the tension in his shoulders and arms, somewhat. Almost as soon as he had noticed, however, Chuck tensed up again. Probably not used to the attention, Casey thought.
"Not really," Casey replied. "I know Larkin and the others from... somewhere else."
"From their lives before?" Chuck asked, seemingly curious. "I knew Bryce when he was human, too. We went to college together. Not the others though. Bryce tries to keep me away from them."
Casey felt an eyebrow rise in surprise. Oh, really? "And why is that?"
"He never wanted me here in the first place," Chuck explained. "He was so mad at Sarah, when she and Shaw brought me in. He ended up turning me himself, when they realised I was going to... He didn't want Sarah to do it."
Well, no wonder. Larkin wasn't stupid. You didn't let someone you cared about fall under Walker's influence. Shaw was the only person Casey had ever seen to keep her attention for more than a few days, and that was purely because his conflicting emotions amused her. "Good thing he did, huh?"
"Not really," Chuck said with a shrug. He pushed himself away from the window and sat gingerly on the bed, next to Casey. His fingers clenched and unclenched the bedspread a few times before he spoke. "What do you want?" he murmured, staring at the floor.
Casey reached out and tugged Chuck's chin until the kid was looking him in the eyes. "Ask me again," he said firmly.
"What do you want?" the kid asked a little more strongly, defiantly meeting the agent's gaze.
"Kiss me, Chuck," Casey said.
The kid was still trembling, but his lips were smooth and moved carefully, and one hand found its way to the back of Casey's neck, holding him in place. Casey grabbed Chuck's waist, pulling him closer a bit roughly. He kissed him hard, swiping his tongue over the vampire's lips.
Chuck's left hand gripped Casey's shoulder, squeezing tight, and he opened his mouth, touching his tongue tentatively to Casey's as the agent swept in to explore. He was careful to dodge the sharp canines even as he rolled Chuck onto his back, leaning over him with a hand either side of his shoulders.
Chuck pulled back, breathing hard. Quite an achievement, Casey thought smugly, considering he didn't even need the air. "I don't... what..."
Casey felt a sudden bolt of lust; heat shooting up his spine. Chuck smiled guiltily, looking up at him through his lashes. "Sorry. Accident."
Casey nodded, trying to regain his bearings. He'd been warned of this; it was a common vampire hunting skill, the power to cause uncontrollable lust in human prey. He hadn't expected it to be so... heady.
His mouth found Chuck's neck and he scraped his teeth over the kid's collarbone, smiling as he moaned above him. Chuck's t-shirt was quickly removed and thrown over Casey's shoulder, and Casey's mouth moved ever-further south, licking and sucking down pale skin. Chuck was babbling, but none of it sounded to be in protest, so Casey continued lower, flicking the button on the kid's jeans as he sucked a mark onto his hipbone.
Chuck arched off the bed when Casey's lips closed around his dick; the babbling increased in speed and volume as he sucked, swirling his tongue around the head and judging what was working by the way Chuck's hand tightened in his hair. "Come on Casey," he was saying now, "Come on, come on, please, fuck, come on..." He was chanting Casey's name in a litany that only made the agent suck harder. His tongue flicked over the head again; Chuck's toes curled and his back arched almost painfully, and then Casey was swallowing, letting the thick, bitter fluid run down his throat.
He made sure he had all of it before climbing back up Chuck's body, kissing the vampire deeply again. Chuck kissed him back, tongue sweeping over the roof of his mouth. "What do you want?" he asked against Casey's lips. There was nothing hesitant about it this time, and Casey felt a thrill up his spine.
"Get me off," he replied.
"Do you mind if I bite?" he asked.
Casey paused a moment. Did he, really? He didn't think Chuck had it in him to kill; and he wasn't starving. "No, don't mind."
That seemed to be the answer Chuck had been looking for. He smiled before sucking Casey's lower lip into his mouth, fingers curling under the hem of Casey's t-shirt and pulling it up and over his head. Casey toed off his shoes before Chuck's hands went to work on his pants. The vamp pushed him gently onto his back, unfastening Casey's jeans with one hand as he leaned down to suck on a nipple, causing Casey to let out a gasp.
Fingers curled around Casey's dick, then, and he felt his breathing hitch again. God, but Chuck had talented fingers; they applied just the right pressure, exactly where Casey wanted it. He could feel Chuck's breath hot on his neck, but there was no sense of panic - how could he when it felt this good?
A twist at the head and Casey knew he was about to come. His warning to Chuck caught in his throat, though when he looked down, the vamp met his gaze and smirked - actually goddamn smirked - before he did the twist again, fangs piercing Casey's neck at the same moment that the agent came.
He came to - he'd passed out?! - what he assumed was only a few minutes later, to find Chuck laying beside him, staring up at the ceiling. The vamp turned to look at him with soft eyes. "Are you okay?"
Casey tried to sit up, to assess the situation, but Chuck pushed him down gently. "You'll be woozy. Stay down. I think I took a bit too much."
"I don't mind," Casey muttered. Great, so blood loss lowered his inhibitions?
"Hm, I know."
Casey frowned, but Chuck was already there, straddling him, leaning over to stare into his face. Casey noticed with detachment that both of them were now wearing their pants. "I know what you're doing here," Chuck said.
Casey felt a tiny - miniscule, not even worth mentioning, really - amount of panic. He'd fucked up and he'd failed and now, now he'd get fired; actually fired and it was all because he'd let his guard down-
"It has nothing to do with you," Chuck scoffed. "I mean, it's not like you were playing it safe coming here where they know you, and Bryce could kind of guess you hadn't been fired - I mean, if I was a spy, I'd want to be far away from people I knew, but maybe that's because I'm a bad liar-" He paused. "Anyway, no. You just had the bad luck of coming to the only vampire in the whole damn place who can read minds." Here, he paused again. "Oh. That's why you came here, isn't it?"
Chuck rolled off Casey and stood. Casey noticed for the first time how thin the kid was, the way his chest tapered down to his hips, the top of his jeans. Chuck cleared his throat and Casey met his eyes. The kid was blushing.
"Why do they want to know about me, John Casey?"
"Are you kidding me? You're a telepath, kid. They had to make sure - do you know how coveted that skill is, in my line of work?"
Chuck swallowed visibly. "And what, they want to recruit me?" He scoffed. "Not likely, is it? You're going to tell them, aren't you? And they'll- I can't let them take me; what if my sister finds out?"
"Your sister?"
Chuck was pacing, agitated now. Casey got off the bed and pulled on his shirt, but before he could approach the kid, Larkin burst in, Shaw and Walker close on his heels.
"What's going on?" Larkin demanded, eyes flicking between Chuck and Casey.
Chuck froze where he stood. "Nothing."
For someone with unlimited access to a spy's head, the kid was a monumentally crap liar. Larkin growled. "What did you do, Casey?"
"Nothing," Casey grunted.
Larkin took a step closer. "You didn't get fired, did you? What a surprise! I should never have let you in here."
Walker hissed something and Shaw darted into the room. "Should've killed you when I had the chance," he snarled.
Shaw moved, then, faster than Casey could either anticipate or prepare for. He knew he was dead; the vamp's teeth were bared, heading straight for his throat-
Except - he wasn't?
Chuck had Shaw by the shoulders; had pushed him up against the wall and was holding him there, growling deep in his throat. "Leave him," he said.
There was a moment where the two stared at each other, locked in a silent battle of wills. Walker looked shell-shocked but Larkin seemed merely smug. When Chuck let go, Shaw hissed but backed out of the room. Walker sniffed and shot Chuck a glare, but followed.
"Well, that was different," Larkin commented.
Chuck took an obvious, deep breath before he turned back to face them. He seemed calm, but even Casey could see that there was something below the surface. "Sorry, I just- Uh. I don't know."
"You defended him," Larkin said, pointing at Casey.
"I know. Um. Sorry?"
Bryce laughed. Casey didn't get the joke. "What's going on?"
"Oh, Casey, you should probably leave. Go... file your report or something. And don't worry about payment, not this time."
Casey didn't miss the way the kid's eyes widened, but he ducked out of the room anyway, making his way down the stairs and out of the house without incident.
...
Casey filed the report the next day (though he may have skipped some of the stuff in the middle. Really, who would know?). Life went on. There were no assignments for a few days, then there was one, then it was over. A lot of his time was spent doing paperwork, or down at the firing range.
When he came home, three weeks after the Vampire Incident (it had earned capital letters after the tenth night when Casey had realised that he couldn't sleep because he was too busy thinking about Chuck. Not a fun thing for him to discover about himself, especially when he was an essentially solitary person.), to find Chuck sitting on his couch, casual as anything, surprised didn't even begin to cut it. He dropped his keys on the side table and shut the door. Chuck looked up with a half-smile.
"What're you doing here?" Casey asked.
Chuck shrugged. "I figured they probably won't be looking for me here. And, uh, Bryce told me not to follow, so..."
Casey very nearly winced at that. A direct order, from a vampire's sire, was one that could not be disobeyed. Apparently it was painful if tried. "You do know I'll have to turn you in."
Chuck looked down at his hands and bit his lip. "Well, um, I figured..." A wave of lust hit Casey, even stronger than it had been at the townhouse. The report was forgotten; there was a rush of blood in his ears and suddenly it was nothing but him and Chuck and the distance that separated them...
"Stop that," he choked out.
Chuck, surprised, stopped. "Sorry," he muttered. He ran a hand through those unruly curls. "What am I supposed to do, though? What would you expect me to do?!"
Casey shrugged, smiling inwardly as the memory hit him. "I never expected you to pin Shaw to that wall, that's for sure."
Chuck laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. He really wanted to kill you. Bryce and Sarah- Well. Bryce wouldn't have stopped him in time. And I doubted you would have liked being a vampire."
"What did Larkin mean, when he laughed?"
Chuck squirmed a little. "Well, there are certain people... with whom, a vampire is, basically compatible with. Really compatible. That's why you could fight off what I was doing just now... It's why I had to stop him killing you. I mean, you're not the only one in the whole world - there'd be other people, but to find you now-"
He looked up at Casey then, and Casey was struck by how young he really was - not like some of the vamps he'd dealt with; children with ancient eyes. Chuck was new, and had been young, and his life had been taken from him.
And Casey was going to do it to him all over again.
He frowned at the inner conflict. It wasn't something he was used to, or that he particularly wanted. His job was simple - had been simple, following orders - and he had liked it that way.
When he looked at Chuck, the vamp was smiling softly. Casey sighed. "I'd forgotten."
"I know," Chuck replied. "You were... guarded, back at the house. Once you found out, I mean. I get it- Shaw and Sarah were spies like you, too, so they hate me being around, from what I can see. I figured, when you started thinking like that, that you'd forgotten."
Casey sighed and sat on his couch, next to Chuck. "So you know that I don't really like this situation."
"But there's nothing you'll do about it," Chuck said. "I know you haven't made up your mind about what to do with me - even if you think you have, there are still doubts there. It's not like I won't see your decision coming, though." He smiled thinly. "So don't worry about it. Your apartment is nicer than the street, is all. No other reason for me to be here."
"Just because I can't read minds, it doesn't mean I can't see through a lie, kid," Casey said.
Chuck let out a little huff of a laugh and Casey bumped his shoulder gently. "What are you going to do?"
"I'll go," Chuck replied, without hesitation. "I guess I'll have to get an overnight flight or something; go somewhere they won't find me."
"No offence, kid, but I think you'll be pretty easy to follow."
"I think I'd make sure of that, if you were after me."
He looked sideways at Casey, who felt a flash of heat in his belly at what it meant. "Not a good plan, Chuck. Next time they send me, it'll be to kill you."
Before he could blink, Chuck was straddling his lip, hands pushing his shoulders back into the couch cushions. The kid's lips were dangerously close to his. "Do you think you could, John Casey? Even if I did let you? Even if, for some reason, I didn't see it coming?"
Casey tested his strength - but he couldn't move the kid, no matter how hard he tried. "Probably not."
"Good," Chuck said, before he smiled and leaned down for a hungry kiss.
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Casey, Sarah/Shaw
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3,750
Warnings: slash, sex, swearing
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, please don't sue
Summary: Vampire!AU, in which Chuck is a vampire, Casey is (still) a spy, Bryce is kind of awesome and Sarah and Shaw don't really... do much.
A/N: Written for prompt #210 (feral) at tamingthemuse, and prompt #41 (night) at 365_themes. Phew.
Major John Casey had a Very Bad Feeling about this. The last time he'd had a Very Bad Feeling, two of his closest friends had died - so this didn't particularly bode well for the mission, he thought. Although, this feeling had been bubbling somewhere inside him ever since he'd first joined the S-Unit (Supernatural Unit; and wasn't it just turning out to be the most fun ever) two months ago, so he couldn't say he was overly surprised by its emergence. Not really.
The mission was simple, considering. There were vampires inside the townhouse he was standing before, a whole coven of them. He knew some of them personally - Walker, for example. The beautiful blonde had, since being turned, managed to wrap them all around her little finger from the looks of things, though (despite not having been turned long ago, all things considered). Bryce - Bryce Larkin - he was behind it all. Casey knew him, too - had killed him once; or so he'd thought at the time. It was unfortunate that Larkin had turned out to be the walking dead. Casey had been proud of that kill.
He jogged up the steps, opening the door without knocking. It was unlocked, he knew. All part of the business. The mission would be simple, he thought. Get in, find the target, get the information - by any means possible (seduction had come up; this place being what it was, and though the General couldn't condone sleeping with a mark, it had been hinted at. Several times) - and leave. The harder part would be in keeping this from Walker and Larkin. Particularly Larkin, who was said to have the power to read people's emotions. Walker could be easily distracted with a cute new plaything.
They were sitting in a room off to the left, where vampires milled about with humans, chatting and laughing. Larkin spotted him first and smirked, before he leaned over and whispered something in Walker's ear. She was reclined on a couch, one arm around Shaw as his right hand traced gentle patterns on her bare stomach. She jerked her head up sharply when Larkin started talking, meeting Casey's eyes with an icy glare. Not as cold as Shaw's though - he stopped touching Walker and bared his fangs, hissing angrily.
Bryce murmured something that Casey couldn't hear, then stood and walked over to the agent. "Casey," he drawled. "I take it you aren't here to kill me again?"
Casey grunted in the negative. Larkin laughed quietly.
"So why are you here? I heard you're out of a job, Major."
Casey suppressed his growl. "And I heard you had someone new."
"And what?" Larkin asked. "You wanted a go? Forgive me if I find it hard to believe, Casey, that you want anything to do with our kind."
"I'd rather have nothing to do with you, Walker or Shaw," Casey corrected. "But I'm bored and I want something new."
"A little risk?" The laugh was louder, this time. "Fine, fine. But, Casey?"
A grunt.
"If you hurt him, I will kill you."
Casey saw the steel threat in Larkin's eyes; more poignant even than Shaw's murderous stare. He nodded. "I won't hurt him."
Larkin surveyed him for a moment, before nodding. He tapped his temple. "Remember, Casey; I will know."
He turned on his heel and walked back over to Walker and Shaw. Casey leaned against the doorway while he waited, watching idly as the vamps wandered about the room; most of his attention was still on the three holding court in the centre, however. Shaw let out a sudden, "No!" and Casey looked up, but Larkin was there, easing the other back, appealing to Walker.
He had turned her, that was the thing. She had a hold over Shaw, of course - she had turned him, and he couldn't hate her; no matter how hard he tried. But Larkin could control her, even if she had all the others and got to play queen. Casey saw the moment Larkin won; Shaw looked down and away, still growling, and Walker's nostrils flared as she sank back into her seat. Larkin strode back over to Casey.
"Come on," he murmured.
...
He led Casey up a set of stairs that wound around in a spiral, stopping in front of the door furthest away. "Remember," he warned, "He's a new one. He's been fed recently, but if things get too much, get out of there. But don't hurt him, Casey. You know that I, unlike Shaw, will carry out my threats."
Casey smirked. This was why he still sometimes spoke to Larkin - the man was rather straightforward in his intentions. "Don't worry about it," he said, pushing open the door.
He heard Larkin leave once the door closed. Casey looked about the bare room. There was a man lying on the plain bed - he almost looked like a kid, in comparison to the others; all gangly limbs and curly hair. His nostrils flared once, when Casey entered, but then he was up and on the opposite side of the room from the agent, staring at him with an odd intensity.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. There was a shake to his voice that Casey had not been expecting. Either a lack of control, or fear. The Major took a step forwards with his hands outstretched. Non-threatening, that was key.
"Larkin brought me up here."
The kid bared his fangs. "Bryce. He's an idiot. Idiot. Get out."
"No. I asked to be brought here."
"Get out," the kid all but snarled, though there was still not enough conviction in his voice. He was trembling, too, Casey could see. Only a slight tremor, but it was passing throughout his entire body. It wasn't something Casey was used to seeing at all; Walker had been much more in control when she had first been turned.
"When did you last feed?"
"I don't know," the kid replied. "A day ago." He shot a sullen look at the door. "They made me."
"You have to, you know. Or you'll die."
The kid did hiss then, anger getting the better of him. "What do you know about it? You're just a human. Why are you even here?"
"You don't know what this place is?"
Funnily enough, reminding the kid didn't seem to ease his tension any, and Casey could have cursed himself for increasing it. The tremble turned into a full-blown shiver once he realised. "I know, yes. How could I forget?"
Casey sat on the bed. He wasn't about to do anything if the kid was unwilling, so he'd wait, or leave, if needs be. When he looked up, he noticed he was being stared at curiously. The kid's eyes were large and dark; far too innocent for a place like this. Casey felt something strange alongside the Very Bad Feeling, still simmering away in the pit of his stomach. It was something that appeared to be far too close to sympathy.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Um, Charles. No, Chuck. Call me Chuck."
The kid - Chuck - made no move to ask for his, so Casey decided to give it anyway; "I'm Casey. John Casey."
"John Casey. Casey. John." Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Come here often?"
Casey allowed a smirk at the vamp's attempt at humour, noting as he did that that eased the tension in his shoulders and arms, somewhat. Almost as soon as he had noticed, however, Chuck tensed up again. Probably not used to the attention, Casey thought.
"Not really," Casey replied. "I know Larkin and the others from... somewhere else."
"From their lives before?" Chuck asked, seemingly curious. "I knew Bryce when he was human, too. We went to college together. Not the others though. Bryce tries to keep me away from them."
Casey felt an eyebrow rise in surprise. Oh, really? "And why is that?"
"He never wanted me here in the first place," Chuck explained. "He was so mad at Sarah, when she and Shaw brought me in. He ended up turning me himself, when they realised I was going to... He didn't want Sarah to do it."
Well, no wonder. Larkin wasn't stupid. You didn't let someone you cared about fall under Walker's influence. Shaw was the only person Casey had ever seen to keep her attention for more than a few days, and that was purely because his conflicting emotions amused her. "Good thing he did, huh?"
"Not really," Chuck said with a shrug. He pushed himself away from the window and sat gingerly on the bed, next to Casey. His fingers clenched and unclenched the bedspread a few times before he spoke. "What do you want?" he murmured, staring at the floor.
Casey reached out and tugged Chuck's chin until the kid was looking him in the eyes. "Ask me again," he said firmly.
"What do you want?" the kid asked a little more strongly, defiantly meeting the agent's gaze.
"Kiss me, Chuck," Casey said.
The kid was still trembling, but his lips were smooth and moved carefully, and one hand found its way to the back of Casey's neck, holding him in place. Casey grabbed Chuck's waist, pulling him closer a bit roughly. He kissed him hard, swiping his tongue over the vampire's lips.
Chuck's left hand gripped Casey's shoulder, squeezing tight, and he opened his mouth, touching his tongue tentatively to Casey's as the agent swept in to explore. He was careful to dodge the sharp canines even as he rolled Chuck onto his back, leaning over him with a hand either side of his shoulders.
Chuck pulled back, breathing hard. Quite an achievement, Casey thought smugly, considering he didn't even need the air. "I don't... what..."
Casey felt a sudden bolt of lust; heat shooting up his spine. Chuck smiled guiltily, looking up at him through his lashes. "Sorry. Accident."
Casey nodded, trying to regain his bearings. He'd been warned of this; it was a common vampire hunting skill, the power to cause uncontrollable lust in human prey. He hadn't expected it to be so... heady.
His mouth found Chuck's neck and he scraped his teeth over the kid's collarbone, smiling as he moaned above him. Chuck's t-shirt was quickly removed and thrown over Casey's shoulder, and Casey's mouth moved ever-further south, licking and sucking down pale skin. Chuck was babbling, but none of it sounded to be in protest, so Casey continued lower, flicking the button on the kid's jeans as he sucked a mark onto his hipbone.
Chuck arched off the bed when Casey's lips closed around his dick; the babbling increased in speed and volume as he sucked, swirling his tongue around the head and judging what was working by the way Chuck's hand tightened in his hair. "Come on Casey," he was saying now, "Come on, come on, please, fuck, come on..." He was chanting Casey's name in a litany that only made the agent suck harder. His tongue flicked over the head again; Chuck's toes curled and his back arched almost painfully, and then Casey was swallowing, letting the thick, bitter fluid run down his throat.
He made sure he had all of it before climbing back up Chuck's body, kissing the vampire deeply again. Chuck kissed him back, tongue sweeping over the roof of his mouth. "What do you want?" he asked against Casey's lips. There was nothing hesitant about it this time, and Casey felt a thrill up his spine.
"Get me off," he replied.
"Do you mind if I bite?" he asked.
Casey paused a moment. Did he, really? He didn't think Chuck had it in him to kill; and he wasn't starving. "No, don't mind."
That seemed to be the answer Chuck had been looking for. He smiled before sucking Casey's lower lip into his mouth, fingers curling under the hem of Casey's t-shirt and pulling it up and over his head. Casey toed off his shoes before Chuck's hands went to work on his pants. The vamp pushed him gently onto his back, unfastening Casey's jeans with one hand as he leaned down to suck on a nipple, causing Casey to let out a gasp.
Fingers curled around Casey's dick, then, and he felt his breathing hitch again. God, but Chuck had talented fingers; they applied just the right pressure, exactly where Casey wanted it. He could feel Chuck's breath hot on his neck, but there was no sense of panic - how could he when it felt this good?
A twist at the head and Casey knew he was about to come. His warning to Chuck caught in his throat, though when he looked down, the vamp met his gaze and smirked - actually goddamn smirked - before he did the twist again, fangs piercing Casey's neck at the same moment that the agent came.
He came to - he'd passed out?! - what he assumed was only a few minutes later, to find Chuck laying beside him, staring up at the ceiling. The vamp turned to look at him with soft eyes. "Are you okay?"
Casey tried to sit up, to assess the situation, but Chuck pushed him down gently. "You'll be woozy. Stay down. I think I took a bit too much."
"I don't mind," Casey muttered. Great, so blood loss lowered his inhibitions?
"Hm, I know."
Casey frowned, but Chuck was already there, straddling him, leaning over to stare into his face. Casey noticed with detachment that both of them were now wearing their pants. "I know what you're doing here," Chuck said.
Casey felt a tiny - miniscule, not even worth mentioning, really - amount of panic. He'd fucked up and he'd failed and now, now he'd get fired; actually fired and it was all because he'd let his guard down-
"It has nothing to do with you," Chuck scoffed. "I mean, it's not like you were playing it safe coming here where they know you, and Bryce could kind of guess you hadn't been fired - I mean, if I was a spy, I'd want to be far away from people I knew, but maybe that's because I'm a bad liar-" He paused. "Anyway, no. You just had the bad luck of coming to the only vampire in the whole damn place who can read minds." Here, he paused again. "Oh. That's why you came here, isn't it?"
Chuck rolled off Casey and stood. Casey noticed for the first time how thin the kid was, the way his chest tapered down to his hips, the top of his jeans. Chuck cleared his throat and Casey met his eyes. The kid was blushing.
"Why do they want to know about me, John Casey?"
"Are you kidding me? You're a telepath, kid. They had to make sure - do you know how coveted that skill is, in my line of work?"
Chuck swallowed visibly. "And what, they want to recruit me?" He scoffed. "Not likely, is it? You're going to tell them, aren't you? And they'll- I can't let them take me; what if my sister finds out?"
"Your sister?"
Chuck was pacing, agitated now. Casey got off the bed and pulled on his shirt, but before he could approach the kid, Larkin burst in, Shaw and Walker close on his heels.
"What's going on?" Larkin demanded, eyes flicking between Chuck and Casey.
Chuck froze where he stood. "Nothing."
For someone with unlimited access to a spy's head, the kid was a monumentally crap liar. Larkin growled. "What did you do, Casey?"
"Nothing," Casey grunted.
Larkin took a step closer. "You didn't get fired, did you? What a surprise! I should never have let you in here."
Walker hissed something and Shaw darted into the room. "Should've killed you when I had the chance," he snarled.
Shaw moved, then, faster than Casey could either anticipate or prepare for. He knew he was dead; the vamp's teeth were bared, heading straight for his throat-
Except - he wasn't?
Chuck had Shaw by the shoulders; had pushed him up against the wall and was holding him there, growling deep in his throat. "Leave him," he said.
There was a moment where the two stared at each other, locked in a silent battle of wills. Walker looked shell-shocked but Larkin seemed merely smug. When Chuck let go, Shaw hissed but backed out of the room. Walker sniffed and shot Chuck a glare, but followed.
"Well, that was different," Larkin commented.
Chuck took an obvious, deep breath before he turned back to face them. He seemed calm, but even Casey could see that there was something below the surface. "Sorry, I just- Uh. I don't know."
"You defended him," Larkin said, pointing at Casey.
"I know. Um. Sorry?"
Bryce laughed. Casey didn't get the joke. "What's going on?"
"Oh, Casey, you should probably leave. Go... file your report or something. And don't worry about payment, not this time."
Casey didn't miss the way the kid's eyes widened, but he ducked out of the room anyway, making his way down the stairs and out of the house without incident.
...
Casey filed the report the next day (though he may have skipped some of the stuff in the middle. Really, who would know?). Life went on. There were no assignments for a few days, then there was one, then it was over. A lot of his time was spent doing paperwork, or down at the firing range.
When he came home, three weeks after the Vampire Incident (it had earned capital letters after the tenth night when Casey had realised that he couldn't sleep because he was too busy thinking about Chuck. Not a fun thing for him to discover about himself, especially when he was an essentially solitary person.), to find Chuck sitting on his couch, casual as anything, surprised didn't even begin to cut it. He dropped his keys on the side table and shut the door. Chuck looked up with a half-smile.
"What're you doing here?" Casey asked.
Chuck shrugged. "I figured they probably won't be looking for me here. And, uh, Bryce told me not to follow, so..."
Casey very nearly winced at that. A direct order, from a vampire's sire, was one that could not be disobeyed. Apparently it was painful if tried. "You do know I'll have to turn you in."
Chuck looked down at his hands and bit his lip. "Well, um, I figured..." A wave of lust hit Casey, even stronger than it had been at the townhouse. The report was forgotten; there was a rush of blood in his ears and suddenly it was nothing but him and Chuck and the distance that separated them...
"Stop that," he choked out.
Chuck, surprised, stopped. "Sorry," he muttered. He ran a hand through those unruly curls. "What am I supposed to do, though? What would you expect me to do?!"
Casey shrugged, smiling inwardly as the memory hit him. "I never expected you to pin Shaw to that wall, that's for sure."
Chuck laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. He really wanted to kill you. Bryce and Sarah- Well. Bryce wouldn't have stopped him in time. And I doubted you would have liked being a vampire."
"What did Larkin mean, when he laughed?"
Chuck squirmed a little. "Well, there are certain people... with whom, a vampire is, basically compatible with. Really compatible. That's why you could fight off what I was doing just now... It's why I had to stop him killing you. I mean, you're not the only one in the whole world - there'd be other people, but to find you now-"
He looked up at Casey then, and Casey was struck by how young he really was - not like some of the vamps he'd dealt with; children with ancient eyes. Chuck was new, and had been young, and his life had been taken from him.
And Casey was going to do it to him all over again.
He frowned at the inner conflict. It wasn't something he was used to, or that he particularly wanted. His job was simple - had been simple, following orders - and he had liked it that way.
When he looked at Chuck, the vamp was smiling softly. Casey sighed. "I'd forgotten."
"I know," Chuck replied. "You were... guarded, back at the house. Once you found out, I mean. I get it- Shaw and Sarah were spies like you, too, so they hate me being around, from what I can see. I figured, when you started thinking like that, that you'd forgotten."
Casey sighed and sat on his couch, next to Chuck. "So you know that I don't really like this situation."
"But there's nothing you'll do about it," Chuck said. "I know you haven't made up your mind about what to do with me - even if you think you have, there are still doubts there. It's not like I won't see your decision coming, though." He smiled thinly. "So don't worry about it. Your apartment is nicer than the street, is all. No other reason for me to be here."
"Just because I can't read minds, it doesn't mean I can't see through a lie, kid," Casey said.
Chuck let out a little huff of a laugh and Casey bumped his shoulder gently. "What are you going to do?"
"I'll go," Chuck replied, without hesitation. "I guess I'll have to get an overnight flight or something; go somewhere they won't find me."
"No offence, kid, but I think you'll be pretty easy to follow."
"I think I'd make sure of that, if you were after me."
He looked sideways at Casey, who felt a flash of heat in his belly at what it meant. "Not a good plan, Chuck. Next time they send me, it'll be to kill you."
Before he could blink, Chuck was straddling his lip, hands pushing his shoulders back into the couch cushions. The kid's lips were dangerously close to his. "Do you think you could, John Casey? Even if I did let you? Even if, for some reason, I didn't see it coming?"
Casey tested his strength - but he couldn't move the kid, no matter how hard he tried. "Probably not."
"Good," Chuck said, before he smiled and leaned down for a hungry kiss.