Fated For Love: Part One
Title: Fated For Love
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney, John/Evan, Evan/David, Teyla/Ronon, Jack/Daniel (mentions of John/Teyla/Ronon & John/Evan/David)
Beta: Many, many thanks to rock_mafia for her wonderful beta skills. I'd have been lost without her.
Artist: Huge thank you to danceswithgary for her wonderful art :D
Author's notes/warnings: As this is a story about vampires & werewolves, there will be some violence & blood play.
Summary:John Sheppard, fledgling of Teyla - the leader of the vempire clan Lantea - has searched his entire life for the one being he may call 'companion' and love more fiercely than anyone else. Unfortunately for him, the man he falls in love with, Rodney McKay, is a priest. That in itself is enough trouble, nevermind what happens when they Genii wolves get involed.
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It was raining again.
It seemed to always rain. The nights when the skies were clear and sidewalks radiating heat from a day under the sun’s gaze were few and far between. Instead, the air was always filled with a chill that would sink deep into the skin and cling to the body long after moving back indoors. And the rain, the constant, unforgiving rain made everything moist. Nothing ever dried.
John hated the rain.
There was time, long, long ago when walking in the rain, even dancing in it, was a complete novelty. Back when he was newly born to this life, when his newly developed senses tended to overwhelm him without warning, when everything was exciting and to be awed at.
Now however, he was tired. He had witnessed more rainfall in his lifetime than he cared to recall. He no longer gasped at the beauty of it all, how such a thing could be produced just from falling from the sky. He didn’t stick out his tongue and try to catch as many raindrops as possible, ignoring the laughter of Teyla and Ronon. He hadn’t done that for years, long before he left. Now when he went out in the rain, he wrapped himself up against it and rushed with his head bowed through the streets as fast as his legs would carry him.
Teyla used to call raindrops, snowflakes, the singing of a birds and other such things, the Earth’s gifts to them, and that their beauty should always be appreciated. John had loved everything the Earth had given him for as long as he could, but now, he just didn’t have the energy.
When he left, Teyla told him to find love; that when he did, he would soon begin to find the splendour in the world around him once more.
He hadn’t paid her words any mind at first. She had been with Ronon long before he came along and remained with him until this day, making it impossible for John to even try to compete for her attention. While Evan, someone who John had hoped to find companionship with, had no sooner been born before he had found happiness in the arms of an orphaned fledgling by the name of David.
It wasn’t long after Evan had told him of his love for David that Teyla said she saw the light in John’s eyes go out, that he had given up. Perhaps she was right, that he had given up on love and companionship, but that didn’t explain his disdain for the world as a whole. Or at least he didn’t think it did. When he told Teyla this, she just smiled at him in that annoying, yet endearingly knowing way she always did.
Sometimes he hated that she was so much older and wiser than he. He constantly felt like he was playing catch up.
After a few years, once he was sure that Evan no longer required him, he decided he needed some time on his own. He travelled for a while, not settling anywhere in particular for very long before moving on. True, his destination and how long he could live there for before outstaying his welcome all hinged on how well the leading clan of the city he was visiting were getting on with his own clan. The Lanteans were however, mostly peaceful and so there were very few places he couldn’t go.
He didn’t wander for very long before he finally returned to his clan. However, after being on his own for so long, he found the familial residence stifling and established his own dwellings on the other side of the city. He didn’t stay in the one neighbourhood for too long and had only moved to his current abode a few weeks ago.
It wasn’t in the nicest of areas, but he’d lived in worse places. He lived in a loft of what was mostly an empty building, the apartments below him currently being renovated, while the occupants of the others were out more often than they were home. He wasn’t sure what it was his neighbours did all day every day, but he did know that he didn’t really care. So long as they stayed out of his way, then he wouldn’t have any problems with them.
It was at the window of his new apartment where he stood, clad only in a pair of sleep pants as he stared down at the street below and watched the rain shower those who had ventured outside and he felt nothing but confusion as to why they would choose to go out into the awful weather if they didn’t like it.
However, as he leaned on the frame and quietly sipped from his mug, he realised that unless he wanted to go mad, or starve, he should probably head out himself. He hadn’t been out in weeks, not since the rain had started to pour. Teyla and Ronon would be wondering where he was, Evan and David would probably be worrying. They could of course call him if they so wished, but they knew to allow him time to himself when he needed it.
As he drained his mug, he turned away from the window, unable to look at the rain anymore and decided to go choose something suitably warm and waterproof for his trip outside.
He didn’t have much in terms of waterproof , so he dressed rather plainly in and hooded sweatshirt, waist length black leather jacket pulled over the top, with matching, thick black boots. He knew it wouldn’t really protect him much from the elements, but it was the best he had. Why he hadn’t invested in an umbrella before now, he’d never know.
Once he was at least semi-pleased with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out. There was no elevator in his building, so he had to take the five flights of stairs down before he reached ground level. The lower he got, the louder the sound of cars rushing through puddles became. He swore if anyone deliberately drove through a puddle and soaked him, he would rip their heart out through their mouth, no matter how messy the clean up may be.
With that thought, he stepped out into the pouring rain, pulling his hood up over his head and started in the direction of the subway. He didn’t need to run, but with his long, quick strides he got there faster than a normal person would. As he walked, the streets around him seemed to get quieter. There was less traffic and very few people running from A to B. He guessed everyone was starting to wise up and think twice about venturing out into the rain. He only wished he’d been as sensible. But then, he really did need to get something to eat.
He wouldn’t be hunting tonight. There were too few people on the streets and he wasn’t in the mindset for it anyway. He rarely was these days. There was just something about how unbelievably easy it was to seduce his prey nowadays that it took all the fun out of it.
Everyone felt the same as him on that front though, he wasn’t the only one. They all guessed it had a lot to do with recent pop culture and it’s obsession with their kind. More often than not, whoever they were killing begged to be turned. Needless to say, there had been no new fledglings to join their clan in over twenty years.
As he quickly made his way down the slippery steps into the subway station, he shook the raindrops from his hair, his cotton hood having done nothing to protect him from the heavy down pour.
However, he soon forgot about that train of thought as the blast of air from the approaching train made its way up the tunnel and hit him in the face, forcing the multitude of scents of all that lay in those tunnels into his nostrils and almost knocking the breath from his lungs. He really hated the smell of death and the air from the tunnel was pungent with it.
Thankfully though, the train soon pulled up at the platform, allowing him to step inside and have his senses overwhelmed by whatever lay inside the car instead. He sat down in the almost empty car and let his head rest back against the window, his eyes closing to block out the bright lights above him.
There was a mixture of scents in the air from everyone who had travelled in the car that day. The smell of urine was surprisingly faint, however alcohol was extremely strong, coming from the same direction as the strong aftershave in the corner. It was the type of smell often found on office workers and he knew if he opened his eyes he would see a man in a suit. There were other smells coming from the opposite direction too; chocolate, Indian food, sweet and motor oil amongst many things. But the most noticeable scent coming from that direction was the lust that was pouring off the young couple cocooned around each other.
John opened his eyes to look at them. They couldn’t have been more than twenty years old, but were so very much in love, exchanging secret smiles and small kisses. There was a time when John would’ve hunted them, taken days to follow them, torment them both until they gave in to his games. Sometimes he would take them both, sometimes he would take just one and make the other watch. It was always sweet, one of the best kills to be had. The only better prey to be found was that of an innocent, a virgin. But of course, those were few and far between these days.
Tonight though, he had no intentions of hunting them. The thought of it just seemed like so much hard work. Closing his eyes again, he wondered if he would ever enjoy hunting again, if he would ever take the life of an innocent once more or if he would continue to feed off of those who didn’t deserve to live, the lowest of the low. It was easier to feed off of them. He didn’t have to listen to them plea, to talk about how they hadn’t done anything to deserve the pain he caused, where as the lowlifes, the thieves, drug dealers and murderers had all accepted that they would die young long before he met them. They very rarely fought back, allowing him to take what he needed and end their sorry lives.
The suit in the corner may be one of those to accept death, but he wasn’t about to find out. The train began to slow down as it pulled into John’s stop. He slowly stood up, his sense of balance allowing him to remain upright where others would stumble.
He and the young couple both got off at this stop and he spared them a brief smile before he headed to the exit. The rain wasn’t as heavy as it had been ten minutes prior, so he forewent pulling up his next to useless hood and ran in the direction of the small all night coffee shop that doubled as a blood bank.
As he approached it, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Blade had gotten some things right in that there were quite a few ‘blood banks’ spread throughout the city, but they just looked like normal stores; cafés, bakeries, burger joints and none of them had an ultra violet sigil over the door to tell the vampires of the neighbourhood where to come to. That idea had been a little ridiculous, after all, there was so much blood in these places, that even the youngest of fledglings would be able to smell it from a couple of blocks away.
Luckily the coffee shop wasn’t terribly busy. There were a couple of kids sitting in a booth near the window, but otherwise it was empty. He ignored them and made his way to the counter, handing over a fifty dollar note.
“The usual,” he said, letting his eyes flash gold to show exactly what he was asking for.
“Coming right up,” the guy behind the counter said before disappearing through to the back while his assistant, who looked like he was probably his son, gestured with his head to the booth at the back of the shop and began making a coffee.
John sat down, making sure to keep his eye on the door and the kids up front. One of them, the only boy amongst them, gave John a look that told him in no uncertain terms, that should he choose to make an advance, it wouldn’t be rebuffed. However, he was a little young for John’s tastes and so he merely smiled in return before turning his attention to the young boy who was walking over with his coffee.
“Papa shouldn’t be long,” he said as he set down the coffee and a large muffin.
“Thank you,” John said, not sure he could actually stomach the muffin.
Contrary to popular belief, his kind did eat ‘normal’ food. However, it was purely for pleasure as it never helped to ease the hunger that blood did, nor did it supply their bodies with the vital nutrients that could only be gained from drinking blood. At this time though, he was so hungry, that the thought of eating ‘food’ was making him feel nauseous.
He pushed the muffin to his right, away from him as he picked up his coffee. It wasn’t the best coffee in the world, he’d definitely had better, but he guessed that if the coffee was too good, they wouldn’t be able to conduct business as well as they did.
Just as he was placing his cup back down onto the table, ‘Papa’ re-emerged from the back, carrying a small shoulder bag that John knew held his order.
“You left this here last time,” Papa said to John as he handed the bag over.
“Thank you,” John nodded, setting the bag down next to him on the seat.
It wasn’t unusual for blood orders to be disguised like this. It allowed those who carried it to move around in public, blending in with the crowd. The foil lining inside also helped to keep the order fresh for a few more hours than a normal grocery bag would, meaning he would be able to visit The House before going home to store it.
As Papa made his way back towards the counter, John picked his coffee up again and watched as the door opened and in walked a man, shaking the rain from his body and shuddering against the cold. He didn’t seem to have an umbrella with him either, which made John feel a little better about himself, however this man was clearly human and so didn’t have the years of experience that John had. Still, John would take what he could at this point.
The man in question straightened up, smiled brilliantly and walked towards the counter. John couldn’t help but watch him; he had a confidence about him that wasn’t often found in men of his age or stature and it was thoroughly intriguing. Then Papa called him ‘Padre’ and John knew he was in trouble.
He’d had an infatuation with theology and those that chose to dedicate their life to the service of God for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he had a perverse need to hunt and kill them, he just found them curious, unable to understand such devotion when there was so much in the world that begged to be explored.
“We don’t have your usual I’m afraid Padre,” Papa said. “But we have some shortbread left if you’d like?”
“No, thank you that’s fine,” the priest said. “Sister Laura says I need to lose weight anyway.”
Papa smiled, “And since when do you listen to anyone, never mind a nun?”
“Since I moved next door to a convent,” the priest told him, a smile evident in his voice. “Seriously, you think normal woman are bad. Try living with that lot breathing down your neck.”
Grinning, Papa handed over the priest’s coffee, “You have a good night now Padre,” he said, refusing the man’s money, which John suspected was probably a nightly routine.
As the priest sighed and put his money back in his pocket, he turned to leave, allowing John to get a good view of him. He was tall, almost the same height as John, but he was a lot broader, his shoulders looking almost as solid as Ronon’s (who was the biggest and broadest being John knew), which surprised him. He had a strong, square jaw, with thinning brown hair and the bluest and most intense eyes that John had ever seen. However, as John was blatantly stared at him, his attention didn’t go unnoticed.
John watched as with a look of determination, the priest walked over to him and actually sat down in the booth with him, facing him head on.
“You’re new,” he said. It wasn’t a question, but a very confidant statement.
John couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him, “Am I?” he asked, noting how Papa and his son shifted nervously behind the counter.
“Well, I’ve never seen you before and I come in here every night.”
“Perhaps I’m here during the day?” John suggested.
“Doubtful,” the priest said with a smile. “I live across the street.”
“Of course you do,” John said with a small nod, his own smile making it’s way onto his lips.
“Father Rodney McKay,” he said, holding out his hand for John.
“Nice to meet you Rodney,” John said, shaking his hand, deliberately not calling him by his title. However, the surprise at the use of his first name never appeared on Rodney’s face, instead he just looked on expectantly, awaiting John to introduce himself in return. “John Sheppard,” he finally said.
“Sheppard? Good name. Not local though?”
“No,” John said with a shake of his head.
Rodney sat and stared at him for a moment, probably trying to figure him out. John expected him to start preaching at him, question him about his faith like every other priest he had ever met, but instead he just sipped at his coffee before gesturing to the muffin at John’s side.
“Are you going to eat that?” he asked.
“Uh, no,” John said, pushing it over to him. “Be my guest.”
“Thank you,” Rodney said with a smile as he broke a part off a large chunk and quickly popped it into his mouth. “I’m starved. Sister Laura would have me surviving on crumbs if she had her way.”
While John found Rodney’s complaint about the nun amusing, he couldn’t help but point out that he’d recently ate some popcorn. Rodney shifted uncomfortably, probably wondering how John knew that. Unable to tell him that it was because he could smell it on him, John just reached forward and plucked a kernel off of where it had settled on Rodney’s sweater.
“Oh. I was at the movie theatre,” Rodney explained, looking rather bashful.
“Anything good?” John asked, him, dropping the kernel onto the table top.
“Not really. That new sci-fi one that came out a couple of weeks ago. For a blockbuster movie it is severely lacking.”
“You like sci-fi?” John asked in surprise.
“Yes. Don’t you?” Rodney asked back, looking just as surprised at the thought that John may not like science fiction.
“I do,” John nodded. “But I thought with a man in your position, actively attending a showing of a sci-fi movie would be somewhat blasphemous?”
Rodney blushed a little, swallowing another mouthful of his coffee before he answered. “A man in my position has to be aware of what the enemy is doing so that he may warn innocent minds against it.”
John couldn’t stop himself, he barked in laughter, his head thrown back as he tried to calm himself. He could see Papa and his son jumping, the kids at the front giving him a weird look, but Rodney just smiled at him and ate another bit of the muffin.
“You are very surprising Rodney McKay,” he told him as he drained his coffee.
“And you are very mysterious,” Rodney replied.
John nodded his head, “Many people have told me this. However, none after knowing me for such a short period of time.”
“I have a way with people,” Rodney told him with a small shrug.
“Well Rodney, as much as I would like to continue our conversation and find out just how surprising you really are, I must visit my mother.”
Rodney watched as John edged out of the seat, picking up the bag as he did so.
“You visit your mother often?” Rodney asked.
“Not as often as I should,” John told him, giving him a small smile as he stood.
Rodney returned the smile, “Thank you again for the muffin.”
“Not at all. Perhaps next time you can return the favour.”
“Of course,” Rodney said with a nod.
John quickly returned the nod before he started for the door. With every step he could feel Rodney’s eyes on him, clearly trying to decipher just what kind of a man John was. As he made his way out into the rain once more, he allowed himself to glance at the window where he knew Rodney to be sitting and felt a familiar tug in his chest that he hadn’t felt for a very long time; want.
~*~*~*~*~*~
When John walked into the house, he ignored the servant’s offer to take his wet jacket off of him and headed towards the main reception room where he knew Teyla and Ronon spent the majority of their early evenings together.
When he stepped inside, he wasn’t disappointed. Teyla whipped her head away from where it had been resting upon Ronon’s shoulder to turn and look at him. She had a fierce, angry look on her face and for a moment, John thought that she was going to scorn him. However, as she realised that he was who he was and not someone intent on disturbing her peace, her frown turned into a smile and she quickly got up to pull him into the all too familiar greeting of touching heads that they had been doing together for as long as he could remember.
They held each other by the shoulders and softly bowed their heads together. When they came apart she smiled up at him before quickly scuffing him on the back of the head.
“Ow! What was that for?” he asked as he rubbed his head.
“A month John?” Teyla asked.
John shrugged, “You know how I hate the rain.”
“And do you not have a phone?”
“Well yeah. But I mean, I’ve been gone longer than that before.”
“Evan was worried about you,” Teyla told him. “I was worried about you.”
“We all were,” Ronon told him from where he towered behind Teyla.
John remembered the first time he had seen him. He was still human and this giant of a man with dark skin and wild hair had terrified him. However, now after four hundred or so years, he knew that he wouldn’t even harm a fly… unless someone he cared about was threatened. Then all hell would break loose.
“Is Evan okay?” John asked, needing to make sure his fledgling was safe and sound even though it had been over a century since he had actually needed John.
“I’m fine,” a voice at the door said, making John turn to see both Evan and his companion David standing there.
Whenever John thought he would get used to Evan and his inherit beauty, he always got caught off guard. His grey eyes sparkled in the fire light, his pale skin emanating a golden glow, his long neck and powerful jaw just begging to be kissed. Sometimes, he envied David so much, but he knew that deep down, he couldn’t give Evan the companionship and feeling of equality that he required.
“I’m sorry for my absence,” John said, holding out a hand and beckoning Evan to him.
Evan hesitated for a moment, obviously angry with John for making him worry so, but eventually he stepped forward and into John’s arms. John engulfed, holding him tight and breathing in his familiar scent before placing a soft kiss on his neck, just above the scar that John had left there.
“You feel like skin and bones John,” Evan told him when he stood back. “Have you not been feeding?”
“Rain,” John said as way of a reminder. “I’ve got myself some provisions though. Once I have my strength up I’ll probably start hunting again.”
“Do you wish to feed?” Evan asked, baring his neck to him.
“No, I’m fine,” John told him with a smile. “But thank you.”
Evan nodded, knowing better than to argue with his sire, and placed a soft kiss upon his lips instead. Teyla however, had no qualms about arguing with him.
“John, you cannot continue to starve yourself for weeks on end and then expect packaged blood to sustain you and return you to full health,” she told him. “You must hunt if you want to survive.”
John sighed, “I didn’t come here to fight Teyla.”
Teyla opened her mouth as if to argue with him once more, but Ronon’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.
“You’ll stay the night,” Ronon told him. “Halling has your room ready for you. You can store your blood in there.”
“Thanks,” John nodded, finally letting go of Evan and heading towards the door. As he passed David, he bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead as he was almost as much his fledgling as Evan was. The only thing they were missing was the blood bond.
“We’ve missed you,” David told him.
John nodded, “Perhaps you and Evan can join me later during the daylight hours?”
“We would like that very much,” David said with a smile, allowing John to pass him.
As he made his way to his room in the east wing, he luckily didn’t encounter anyone else, even though he could clearly hear them moving around behind closed doors. He didn’t have a great relationship with the rest of the clan; they saw him as a deserter, someone who was dangerous and untrustworthy because he preferred his own company. However, Teyla was their leader, therefore the rest of the clan had no choice but to tolerate him and if he asked for it, do his bidding.
When he reached his room - the only other one close by being Evan and David’s - he sagged against the back of the door, taking a deep breath and surveying the room that had barely been touched since he was last in it a few months ago.
Stepping forward, he turned on one of the desk lamps, letting it emit a dull glow that was easy on his eyes as he found the small refrigerator and stored his blood in there. He was just standing back up and shrugging off his coat when there was a knock on his bedroom door. It was Evan. He would recognise that scent anywhere.
“Enter,” he called, turning to hang up his coat and slip off the wet sweater.
“I thought you might be hungry,” Evan said as he approached with a small silver flask. “It’s fresh. Halling has offered his son Jinto for you.”
“Jinto?” John asked, accepting the flask offered up by Teyla’s most trusted servant. “Did you drain him?”
“No. He’s only fourteen. Too young to bite. This was taken clinically by Halling himself.”
John nodded, glad to hear that his clan’s policy on biting children remained firmly in place. He poured himself a glass and offered some to Evan, knowing that to drink all the blood offered by this innocent would be extremely selfish, especially since he had a lot of apologising to do to his fledgling.
Evan took some gratefully and they both sipped at their glasses as a comfortable silence settled over them. John then lead the way to the small couch in the corner. He hadn’t entirely been sure of Evan’s intentions when he walked through the door until they sat down. Instead of sitting beside him, Evan settled on the floor between John’s legs and let his head rest on John’s knee. John watched him as he let out a long sigh, nuzzling his nose against the denim as he inhaled John’s scent.
“I missed you,” Evan said, placing a soft kiss onto John’s knee.
John let out a small chuckle and thread his hands through the short locks upon Evan’s head. “You know where I live. You are welcome to seek my companionship at any time Evan.”
Evan looked up at him with big bright eyes. “David might not be so agreeable. He can be somewhat insecure at times.”
John raised an eyebrow at him. “He does know you’re in here right?”
Evan nodded and kissed his knee again, “He said we needed to be alone for a while but that he’ll join us later.”
John gave a small nod before lifting his glass to his mouth and draining it, the essence of innocence shooting straight to his groin. Added to the small touch of Evan’s hands on his thigh, his skin began to tingle with a need for further contact.
Without wasting much more time, he slipped his hands under Evan’s arms and pulled him up to sit in his lap. Evan smiled at him in that coy way that had always driven John crazy with want since the very first day they’d met, before John pulled him down into a rough kiss.
John loved kissing Evan. It was always one of his favourite things to do. His fledgling became so pliant and willing the second their lips touched, melting into John’s hold and all but begging John to have his wicked way with him. And John was just completely unable to deny him.
He dropped his arms from around Evan’s waist and allowed him to pull his t-shirt off before he all but ripped Evan’s shirt open. Pushing the shirt off of Evan’s shoulders, John marvelled at the smooth marble like skin, begging to be tasted. Reaching behind him, John used Evan’s still shirt clad wrists to hold him in place as he licked his way up that long neck, all the way to just behind his ear before kissing his way back down.
“Please Sire,” Evan begged.
“Later,” John told him, smiling at the mewl of protest that escaped Evan’s lips.
He continued to kiss his way down Evan’s neck to his chest, pushing his tongue out to taste as much skin as possible. Evan leaned back trying to give John as much access as possible, however, John could be impatient at times and so turned them, throwing Evan down onto the couch. He finally allowed Evan’s hands free from their confines only to pin them above his head instead as he kissed him again.
Evan moaned into the kiss and thrust up against John, making him moan in return.
“Hold still,” John ordered and instantly, Evan froze, going completely still as he lay underneath him.
John sometimes hated just how well he had trained Evan and wished that just once, he would disobey one of his orders and fuck him like they were equals. But that wasn’t what Evan wanted or needed from him, he had David for that. No, from John he needed to be dominated, so that is what John would give him.
Knowing he didn’t have to hold him down, John slid his hands down Evan’s arms, trailing them over sooth skin as he began to kiss and lick his way down his body, playing close attention to the small mole on his hip bone, just above the waistline of his pants. It had always been a favourite spot to linger on Evan’s body. He had many a time spent hours worshipping that one blemish caused by the sun all those years ago while he’d still been human and still remained after years of only ever seeing moonlight.
However, now was not the time to linger. With quick and nimble fingers, he unfastened Evan’s pants and slid them down his long legs, pleased to see that Evan’s habit of foregoing underwear hadn’t changed any. Smiling he threw the pants onto the floor before bending his head to take Evan’s hard cock into his mouth. Evan gasped at the sensation, no doubt overwhelmed at the feeling of having his Sire’s mouth around him for the first time in almost a decade.
John didn’t have sex with Evan as much as he used to or as much as a vampire without a companion probably should, so the opportunity to pleasure him like this, to apologise for his absenteeism were few and far between.
Listening carefully, he let all the small gasps and soft mewls urge him on, making him suck harder. He could feel Evan’s body becoming taught, his orgasm fast approaching and so he sped up, desperately wanting to taste his fledgling’s juices on his tongue. Evan didn’t disappoint him, arching up off the couch with his orgasm, exploding into John’s mouth. John continued to suck him until there was nothing left and let Evan’s now limp cock drop from his mouth.
“Sorry,” Evan said quietly.
“What for?” John asked, placing small kissed along Evan’s thighs.
“For loosing control without permission,” Evan told him bluntly.
John paused for a second, wondering just what he’d been thinking when he trained Evan as Teyla had never been quite so strict with him. But then Evan had been a little bit wild during his early years and required a little extra discipline.
“It’s okay,” John told him, giving him a gentle smile before he kissed his thigh again. Evan smiled back at him, then let out a yelp when John nipped the sensitive flesh with his fangs.
Chuckling at Evan’s response, John pulled his fangs back in and lifted Evan’s legs over his shoulders and dipped his head down, trailing his tongue in between Evan’s ass cheeks and over his opening.
“Shit,” Evan hissed and John felt his head come up off the couch for a second before he slammed it back down again.
“Feel free to move,” John told him before he went back to his oral assault of Evan’s ass.
Evan let out a groan and flexed his body against John’s face, the heels of his feet digging down into John’s back, much to John’s pleasure. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed down there for, but eventually, the feel of Evan surrounding him and the noises he was making had him growling with a sudden need for more.
Giving Evan one last lick, he pushed himself up onto his knees, letting Evan’s legs drop to lay either side of him. As he quickly unbuckled his belt, he stared down into the bright grey of Evan’s eyes that were shining with lust more than they usually did. They were hypnotic to stare at, and John was loath to look away. But as he pulled himself from the confines of his jeans and spat on his palm, Evan let his eyes close and the moment was broken.
John quickly fisted his cock, spreading the spit over himself before lining himself up to Evan’s entrance. Evan didn’t even tense at the feeling. He was as still as a statue, but did let out a low growl as John pushed into him.
John didn’t even give him a moment to settle before he began to thrust hard into him, the buckle from his belt rattling loudly over their grunts as it smacked off Evan’s ass. John bit his lip and let his eyes fall closed, his hands sliding down Evan’s thighs to grasp his hips so he could move in and out of him faster and harder.
Evan soon brought his legs up to wrap around John’s waist and pull him in deeper. John fell forward with the force of his grip and immediately attached his lips to Evan’s, swallowing the moan that Evan let out as pleasure surged through him with the change in position. Knowing that neither of them would last for much longer, John picked up the pace and started to piston in and out of him.
He pulled his lips away from Evan’s and looked down at him. His fangs were showing - just like John’s - as orgasm fastly approached and his grey eyes were almost silver they were glowing that much. As he looked into them however, John had the sudden urge to be staring into a set of blue eye that he barely knew but craved for with all his being.
Trying to hide his shock at this new revelation at the most inopportune time, he buried his face in Evan’s neck, hoping that the familiar scent of his fledgling would wash away all thoughts of blue eyed priests, but it was to no avail. As pleasure ripped through him, as he sunk his teeth into his fledgling and tasted his life force, he couldn’t help but wish it was Rodney who was there with him instead of Evan.
~*~*~*~*~*~
John had spent the remainder of the night with Evan, trying to lose himself in his body, but the more he tried to forget about Rodney, the more difficult it became. Evan could tell that he was distracted but he didn’t enquire as to what was bothering John, knowing that John wasn’t very likely to divulge much about it. Instead, he did his best to distract him and when David joined them just as the sun was rising, he did his very best to help too.
It had been a long time, decades even, since John had spent an entire day in bed with them, allowing them to sacrifice their bodies and blood for his benefit. By the time they both fell asleep, John was utterly exhausted but his over active thoughts prevented him from following them into a deep slumber, instead filling his mind with images of sparkling blue eyes, wicked smiles and broad shoulders.
He knew what this was. He’d had obsessions before, most unattached - and even some attached - vampires did. But his last obsession had been Evan so it was strange to feel that urge to go be with someone else while sharing a bed with the once object of his entire being.
He was awake as the sun set, the curtains on the window opening automatically to allow moonlight to stream in and fall over the two sleeping vampires in his bed. He turned and studied them closely, both looking so peaceful with David asleep on his front, his face buried in Evan’s shoulder with an arm thrown over his chest as if worried he’d run away. He knew they would wake soon, the pull of the moon dragging them from their slumber. He’d say goodbye then, knowing he couldn’t stay any longer.
Bending his head, he began to place soft kisses down David’s spine, his fingers trailing after them and over the rump of his ass. It caused gentle shivers to course through David’s body, which in turn, did as John had hoped and woke Evan.
“Sire?” he asked, watching with amused eyes as John lavished his companion’s back with gentle kisses.
“I have to go,” John told him. “I have some business I have to attend to.”
Evan gave him a sad smile and nodded. “Be sure to see Teyla before you leave. She was majorly pissed with you for just disappearing without a word last time.”
John followed the movement of his own fingers up David’s spine with his eyes before he spoke. “She knows where to find me.”
“John,” Evan said, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him.
“Fine,” John said with a sigh. “I’ll go speak to her and Ronon before I go. Happy?”
“Not remotely,” Evan told him. “But I won’t beg you to stay if you want to leave.”
John gave him a grateful smile and leaned over David’s back to pull him into a soft kiss. He quickly pulled back and jumped from the bed, making his way over to the couch where most of his clothes lay. As he got dressed, he was aware of Evan watching him carefully while David slept on - he always had been a deep sleeper.
“You know where I am if you need me right?”
Evan nodded. “I do,” he said as he slipped out of the bed.
He went to the fridge and pulled out what remained of John’s blood - they’d made quite a dent in it last night - and handed it over to him before pulling John into a deep, heated kiss.
John knew what he was doing. He was trying to get John to stay, to make him realise what he would be missing if he left. But John knew if he stayed, there would be a huge part of himself that wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about what he might be missing out in the world.
“Take care of him,” he said as he slowly pulled back from Evan’s touch. “I’ll see you both soon.”
Evan nodded and dropped his hands letting John go with one last smile.
John quietly slipped from the room and made his way to the opposite end of the house where Teyla and Ronon’s rooms were. He heard them before he even rounded the corner to their wing. They were sparring with each other.
John grinned and sped up, hoping to witness what was always a marvellous display of energy, self discipline and beauty.
Ronon and Teyla had been each other’s companions since long before John had come along and had been together since. Teyla was a little older than Ronon, but not by much and together they had travelled the world before deciding to take on a fledgling together - John. While Teyla was technically John’s Sire, Ronon hadn’t taken any fledglings in his long life and had always treated John as if he was his own, and with Teyla’s permission, had also been called ‘Sire’ by John many times.
When he found their sparring room, he stopped at the door to watch them. It was incredible. While they were effectively trying to hit each other with big sticks, a blow never landed, each attempt being blocked by the other. They were completely evenly matched, so much so, that as they moved, it looked as if they were dancing.
They had both attempted to tutor him in the skill, but he had never been able to reach the same level as them, much to Teyla’s frustration and Ronon’s amusement.
“You come to get your ass kicked?”
John looked up to see Ronon grinning at him while Teyla wiped sweat from her brow.
“God no,” John said with a smile.
“You are leaving?” Teyla asked as she handed Ronon her weapon.
John nodded, “I have… things I need to see to.”
“Like what?” Ronon asked.
John shrugged, “Just something that has grabbed my attention?”
Ronon exchanged an amused smile with Teyla before she turned back to John, “And does this something have a name?”
John raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
“You’ve got the same look you always get when you find something you want,” Ronon said.
“I have a look for that?”
Teyla nodded, “It is a good look on you and it has been far too long since we’ve seen it. I much prefer it to the look of defeat you usually wear.”
“Yes well. I should probably head back to my apartment. Y’know, get a shower, feed the cat,” he said, eager to leave before they began to ask him more questions he just wasn’t ready to answer yet.
“Happy hunting,” Ronon told him.
John stared at him in shock, “I’m not going hunting, Sire.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Well you should take care whatever it is you are doing,” Teyla said, more than likely sensing a rise in tension between himself and Ronon.
“I will,” he promised before bowing to them both and hastily beating a retreat towards the main entrance of the house.
Just like the night before, he sensed the others in the house but didn’t see any of them, which he was quite happy with. He soon made it outside and started in the direction of the nearest subway station, eager to get back to his own apartment where he could relax and not have to pretend he was something he wasn’t for the benefits of those who surrounded him. Back to where he could freely go for coffee in which ever neighbourhood he wanted without having to answer awkward questions about his hunting habits.
TBC
Part Two
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney, John/Evan, Evan/David, Teyla/Ronon, Jack/Daniel (mentions of John/Teyla/Ronon & John/Evan/David)
Beta: Many, many thanks to rock_mafia for her wonderful beta skills. I'd have been lost without her.
Artist: Huge thank you to danceswithgary for her wonderful art :D
Author's notes/warnings: As this is a story about vampires & werewolves, there will be some violence & blood play.
Summary:John Sheppard, fledgling of Teyla - the leader of the vempire clan Lantea - has searched his entire life for the one being he may call 'companion' and love more fiercely than anyone else. Unfortunately for him, the man he falls in love with, Rodney McKay, is a priest. That in itself is enough trouble, nevermind what happens when they Genii wolves get involed.
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It was raining again.
It seemed to always rain. The nights when the skies were clear and sidewalks radiating heat from a day under the sun’s gaze were few and far between. Instead, the air was always filled with a chill that would sink deep into the skin and cling to the body long after moving back indoors. And the rain, the constant, unforgiving rain made everything moist. Nothing ever dried.
John hated the rain.
There was time, long, long ago when walking in the rain, even dancing in it, was a complete novelty. Back when he was newly born to this life, when his newly developed senses tended to overwhelm him without warning, when everything was exciting and to be awed at.
Now however, he was tired. He had witnessed more rainfall in his lifetime than he cared to recall. He no longer gasped at the beauty of it all, how such a thing could be produced just from falling from the sky. He didn’t stick out his tongue and try to catch as many raindrops as possible, ignoring the laughter of Teyla and Ronon. He hadn’t done that for years, long before he left. Now when he went out in the rain, he wrapped himself up against it and rushed with his head bowed through the streets as fast as his legs would carry him.
Teyla used to call raindrops, snowflakes, the singing of a birds and other such things, the Earth’s gifts to them, and that their beauty should always be appreciated. John had loved everything the Earth had given him for as long as he could, but now, he just didn’t have the energy.
When he left, Teyla told him to find love; that when he did, he would soon begin to find the splendour in the world around him once more.
He hadn’t paid her words any mind at first. She had been with Ronon long before he came along and remained with him until this day, making it impossible for John to even try to compete for her attention. While Evan, someone who John had hoped to find companionship with, had no sooner been born before he had found happiness in the arms of an orphaned fledgling by the name of David.
It wasn’t long after Evan had told him of his love for David that Teyla said she saw the light in John’s eyes go out, that he had given up. Perhaps she was right, that he had given up on love and companionship, but that didn’t explain his disdain for the world as a whole. Or at least he didn’t think it did. When he told Teyla this, she just smiled at him in that annoying, yet endearingly knowing way she always did.
Sometimes he hated that she was so much older and wiser than he. He constantly felt like he was playing catch up.
After a few years, once he was sure that Evan no longer required him, he decided he needed some time on his own. He travelled for a while, not settling anywhere in particular for very long before moving on. True, his destination and how long he could live there for before outstaying his welcome all hinged on how well the leading clan of the city he was visiting were getting on with his own clan. The Lanteans were however, mostly peaceful and so there were very few places he couldn’t go.
He didn’t wander for very long before he finally returned to his clan. However, after being on his own for so long, he found the familial residence stifling and established his own dwellings on the other side of the city. He didn’t stay in the one neighbourhood for too long and had only moved to his current abode a few weeks ago.
It wasn’t in the nicest of areas, but he’d lived in worse places. He lived in a loft of what was mostly an empty building, the apartments below him currently being renovated, while the occupants of the others were out more often than they were home. He wasn’t sure what it was his neighbours did all day every day, but he did know that he didn’t really care. So long as they stayed out of his way, then he wouldn’t have any problems with them.
It was at the window of his new apartment where he stood, clad only in a pair of sleep pants as he stared down at the street below and watched the rain shower those who had ventured outside and he felt nothing but confusion as to why they would choose to go out into the awful weather if they didn’t like it.
However, as he leaned on the frame and quietly sipped from his mug, he realised that unless he wanted to go mad, or starve, he should probably head out himself. He hadn’t been out in weeks, not since the rain had started to pour. Teyla and Ronon would be wondering where he was, Evan and David would probably be worrying. They could of course call him if they so wished, but they knew to allow him time to himself when he needed it.
As he drained his mug, he turned away from the window, unable to look at the rain anymore and decided to go choose something suitably warm and waterproof for his trip outside.
He didn’t have much in terms of waterproof , so he dressed rather plainly in and hooded sweatshirt, waist length black leather jacket pulled over the top, with matching, thick black boots. He knew it wouldn’t really protect him much from the elements, but it was the best he had. Why he hadn’t invested in an umbrella before now, he’d never know.
Once he was at least semi-pleased with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out. There was no elevator in his building, so he had to take the five flights of stairs down before he reached ground level. The lower he got, the louder the sound of cars rushing through puddles became. He swore if anyone deliberately drove through a puddle and soaked him, he would rip their heart out through their mouth, no matter how messy the clean up may be.
With that thought, he stepped out into the pouring rain, pulling his hood up over his head and started in the direction of the subway. He didn’t need to run, but with his long, quick strides he got there faster than a normal person would. As he walked, the streets around him seemed to get quieter. There was less traffic and very few people running from A to B. He guessed everyone was starting to wise up and think twice about venturing out into the rain. He only wished he’d been as sensible. But then, he really did need to get something to eat.
He wouldn’t be hunting tonight. There were too few people on the streets and he wasn’t in the mindset for it anyway. He rarely was these days. There was just something about how unbelievably easy it was to seduce his prey nowadays that it took all the fun out of it.
Everyone felt the same as him on that front though, he wasn’t the only one. They all guessed it had a lot to do with recent pop culture and it’s obsession with their kind. More often than not, whoever they were killing begged to be turned. Needless to say, there had been no new fledglings to join their clan in over twenty years.
As he quickly made his way down the slippery steps into the subway station, he shook the raindrops from his hair, his cotton hood having done nothing to protect him from the heavy down pour.
However, he soon forgot about that train of thought as the blast of air from the approaching train made its way up the tunnel and hit him in the face, forcing the multitude of scents of all that lay in those tunnels into his nostrils and almost knocking the breath from his lungs. He really hated the smell of death and the air from the tunnel was pungent with it.
Thankfully though, the train soon pulled up at the platform, allowing him to step inside and have his senses overwhelmed by whatever lay inside the car instead. He sat down in the almost empty car and let his head rest back against the window, his eyes closing to block out the bright lights above him.
There was a mixture of scents in the air from everyone who had travelled in the car that day. The smell of urine was surprisingly faint, however alcohol was extremely strong, coming from the same direction as the strong aftershave in the corner. It was the type of smell often found on office workers and he knew if he opened his eyes he would see a man in a suit. There were other smells coming from the opposite direction too; chocolate, Indian food, sweet and motor oil amongst many things. But the most noticeable scent coming from that direction was the lust that was pouring off the young couple cocooned around each other.
John opened his eyes to look at them. They couldn’t have been more than twenty years old, but were so very much in love, exchanging secret smiles and small kisses. There was a time when John would’ve hunted them, taken days to follow them, torment them both until they gave in to his games. Sometimes he would take them both, sometimes he would take just one and make the other watch. It was always sweet, one of the best kills to be had. The only better prey to be found was that of an innocent, a virgin. But of course, those were few and far between these days.
Tonight though, he had no intentions of hunting them. The thought of it just seemed like so much hard work. Closing his eyes again, he wondered if he would ever enjoy hunting again, if he would ever take the life of an innocent once more or if he would continue to feed off of those who didn’t deserve to live, the lowest of the low. It was easier to feed off of them. He didn’t have to listen to them plea, to talk about how they hadn’t done anything to deserve the pain he caused, where as the lowlifes, the thieves, drug dealers and murderers had all accepted that they would die young long before he met them. They very rarely fought back, allowing him to take what he needed and end their sorry lives.
The suit in the corner may be one of those to accept death, but he wasn’t about to find out. The train began to slow down as it pulled into John’s stop. He slowly stood up, his sense of balance allowing him to remain upright where others would stumble.
He and the young couple both got off at this stop and he spared them a brief smile before he headed to the exit. The rain wasn’t as heavy as it had been ten minutes prior, so he forewent pulling up his next to useless hood and ran in the direction of the small all night coffee shop that doubled as a blood bank.
As he approached it, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Blade had gotten some things right in that there were quite a few ‘blood banks’ spread throughout the city, but they just looked like normal stores; cafés, bakeries, burger joints and none of them had an ultra violet sigil over the door to tell the vampires of the neighbourhood where to come to. That idea had been a little ridiculous, after all, there was so much blood in these places, that even the youngest of fledglings would be able to smell it from a couple of blocks away.
Luckily the coffee shop wasn’t terribly busy. There were a couple of kids sitting in a booth near the window, but otherwise it was empty. He ignored them and made his way to the counter, handing over a fifty dollar note.
“The usual,” he said, letting his eyes flash gold to show exactly what he was asking for.
“Coming right up,” the guy behind the counter said before disappearing through to the back while his assistant, who looked like he was probably his son, gestured with his head to the booth at the back of the shop and began making a coffee.
John sat down, making sure to keep his eye on the door and the kids up front. One of them, the only boy amongst them, gave John a look that told him in no uncertain terms, that should he choose to make an advance, it wouldn’t be rebuffed. However, he was a little young for John’s tastes and so he merely smiled in return before turning his attention to the young boy who was walking over with his coffee.
“Papa shouldn’t be long,” he said as he set down the coffee and a large muffin.
“Thank you,” John said, not sure he could actually stomach the muffin.
Contrary to popular belief, his kind did eat ‘normal’ food. However, it was purely for pleasure as it never helped to ease the hunger that blood did, nor did it supply their bodies with the vital nutrients that could only be gained from drinking blood. At this time though, he was so hungry, that the thought of eating ‘food’ was making him feel nauseous.
He pushed the muffin to his right, away from him as he picked up his coffee. It wasn’t the best coffee in the world, he’d definitely had better, but he guessed that if the coffee was too good, they wouldn’t be able to conduct business as well as they did.
Just as he was placing his cup back down onto the table, ‘Papa’ re-emerged from the back, carrying a small shoulder bag that John knew held his order.
“You left this here last time,” Papa said to John as he handed the bag over.
“Thank you,” John nodded, setting the bag down next to him on the seat.
It wasn’t unusual for blood orders to be disguised like this. It allowed those who carried it to move around in public, blending in with the crowd. The foil lining inside also helped to keep the order fresh for a few more hours than a normal grocery bag would, meaning he would be able to visit The House before going home to store it.
As Papa made his way back towards the counter, John picked his coffee up again and watched as the door opened and in walked a man, shaking the rain from his body and shuddering against the cold. He didn’t seem to have an umbrella with him either, which made John feel a little better about himself, however this man was clearly human and so didn’t have the years of experience that John had. Still, John would take what he could at this point.
The man in question straightened up, smiled brilliantly and walked towards the counter. John couldn’t help but watch him; he had a confidence about him that wasn’t often found in men of his age or stature and it was thoroughly intriguing. Then Papa called him ‘Padre’ and John knew he was in trouble.
He’d had an infatuation with theology and those that chose to dedicate their life to the service of God for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he had a perverse need to hunt and kill them, he just found them curious, unable to understand such devotion when there was so much in the world that begged to be explored.
“We don’t have your usual I’m afraid Padre,” Papa said. “But we have some shortbread left if you’d like?”
“No, thank you that’s fine,” the priest said. “Sister Laura says I need to lose weight anyway.”
Papa smiled, “And since when do you listen to anyone, never mind a nun?”
“Since I moved next door to a convent,” the priest told him, a smile evident in his voice. “Seriously, you think normal woman are bad. Try living with that lot breathing down your neck.”
Grinning, Papa handed over the priest’s coffee, “You have a good night now Padre,” he said, refusing the man’s money, which John suspected was probably a nightly routine.
As the priest sighed and put his money back in his pocket, he turned to leave, allowing John to get a good view of him. He was tall, almost the same height as John, but he was a lot broader, his shoulders looking almost as solid as Ronon’s (who was the biggest and broadest being John knew), which surprised him. He had a strong, square jaw, with thinning brown hair and the bluest and most intense eyes that John had ever seen. However, as John was blatantly stared at him, his attention didn’t go unnoticed.
John watched as with a look of determination, the priest walked over to him and actually sat down in the booth with him, facing him head on.
“You’re new,” he said. It wasn’t a question, but a very confidant statement.
John couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him, “Am I?” he asked, noting how Papa and his son shifted nervously behind the counter.
“Well, I’ve never seen you before and I come in here every night.”
“Perhaps I’m here during the day?” John suggested.
“Doubtful,” the priest said with a smile. “I live across the street.”
“Of course you do,” John said with a small nod, his own smile making it’s way onto his lips.
“Father Rodney McKay,” he said, holding out his hand for John.
“Nice to meet you Rodney,” John said, shaking his hand, deliberately not calling him by his title. However, the surprise at the use of his first name never appeared on Rodney’s face, instead he just looked on expectantly, awaiting John to introduce himself in return. “John Sheppard,” he finally said.
“Sheppard? Good name. Not local though?”
“No,” John said with a shake of his head.
Rodney sat and stared at him for a moment, probably trying to figure him out. John expected him to start preaching at him, question him about his faith like every other priest he had ever met, but instead he just sipped at his coffee before gesturing to the muffin at John’s side.
“Are you going to eat that?” he asked.
“Uh, no,” John said, pushing it over to him. “Be my guest.”
“Thank you,” Rodney said with a smile as he broke a part off a large chunk and quickly popped it into his mouth. “I’m starved. Sister Laura would have me surviving on crumbs if she had her way.”
While John found Rodney’s complaint about the nun amusing, he couldn’t help but point out that he’d recently ate some popcorn. Rodney shifted uncomfortably, probably wondering how John knew that. Unable to tell him that it was because he could smell it on him, John just reached forward and plucked a kernel off of where it had settled on Rodney’s sweater.
“Oh. I was at the movie theatre,” Rodney explained, looking rather bashful.
“Anything good?” John asked, him, dropping the kernel onto the table top.
“Not really. That new sci-fi one that came out a couple of weeks ago. For a blockbuster movie it is severely lacking.”
“You like sci-fi?” John asked in surprise.
“Yes. Don’t you?” Rodney asked back, looking just as surprised at the thought that John may not like science fiction.
“I do,” John nodded. “But I thought with a man in your position, actively attending a showing of a sci-fi movie would be somewhat blasphemous?”
Rodney blushed a little, swallowing another mouthful of his coffee before he answered. “A man in my position has to be aware of what the enemy is doing so that he may warn innocent minds against it.”
John couldn’t stop himself, he barked in laughter, his head thrown back as he tried to calm himself. He could see Papa and his son jumping, the kids at the front giving him a weird look, but Rodney just smiled at him and ate another bit of the muffin.
“You are very surprising Rodney McKay,” he told him as he drained his coffee.
“And you are very mysterious,” Rodney replied.
John nodded his head, “Many people have told me this. However, none after knowing me for such a short period of time.”
“I have a way with people,” Rodney told him with a small shrug.
“Well Rodney, as much as I would like to continue our conversation and find out just how surprising you really are, I must visit my mother.”
Rodney watched as John edged out of the seat, picking up the bag as he did so.
“You visit your mother often?” Rodney asked.
“Not as often as I should,” John told him, giving him a small smile as he stood.
Rodney returned the smile, “Thank you again for the muffin.”
“Not at all. Perhaps next time you can return the favour.”
“Of course,” Rodney said with a nod.
John quickly returned the nod before he started for the door. With every step he could feel Rodney’s eyes on him, clearly trying to decipher just what kind of a man John was. As he made his way out into the rain once more, he allowed himself to glance at the window where he knew Rodney to be sitting and felt a familiar tug in his chest that he hadn’t felt for a very long time; want.
~*~*~*~*~*~
When John walked into the house, he ignored the servant’s offer to take his wet jacket off of him and headed towards the main reception room where he knew Teyla and Ronon spent the majority of their early evenings together.
When he stepped inside, he wasn’t disappointed. Teyla whipped her head away from where it had been resting upon Ronon’s shoulder to turn and look at him. She had a fierce, angry look on her face and for a moment, John thought that she was going to scorn him. However, as she realised that he was who he was and not someone intent on disturbing her peace, her frown turned into a smile and she quickly got up to pull him into the all too familiar greeting of touching heads that they had been doing together for as long as he could remember.
They held each other by the shoulders and softly bowed their heads together. When they came apart she smiled up at him before quickly scuffing him on the back of the head.
“Ow! What was that for?” he asked as he rubbed his head.
“A month John?” Teyla asked.
John shrugged, “You know how I hate the rain.”
“And do you not have a phone?”
“Well yeah. But I mean, I’ve been gone longer than that before.”
“Evan was worried about you,” Teyla told him. “I was worried about you.”
“We all were,” Ronon told him from where he towered behind Teyla.
John remembered the first time he had seen him. He was still human and this giant of a man with dark skin and wild hair had terrified him. However, now after four hundred or so years, he knew that he wouldn’t even harm a fly… unless someone he cared about was threatened. Then all hell would break loose.
“Is Evan okay?” John asked, needing to make sure his fledgling was safe and sound even though it had been over a century since he had actually needed John.
“I’m fine,” a voice at the door said, making John turn to see both Evan and his companion David standing there.
Whenever John thought he would get used to Evan and his inherit beauty, he always got caught off guard. His grey eyes sparkled in the fire light, his pale skin emanating a golden glow, his long neck and powerful jaw just begging to be kissed. Sometimes, he envied David so much, but he knew that deep down, he couldn’t give Evan the companionship and feeling of equality that he required.
“I’m sorry for my absence,” John said, holding out a hand and beckoning Evan to him.
Evan hesitated for a moment, obviously angry with John for making him worry so, but eventually he stepped forward and into John’s arms. John engulfed, holding him tight and breathing in his familiar scent before placing a soft kiss on his neck, just above the scar that John had left there.
“You feel like skin and bones John,” Evan told him when he stood back. “Have you not been feeding?”
“Rain,” John said as way of a reminder. “I’ve got myself some provisions though. Once I have my strength up I’ll probably start hunting again.”
“Do you wish to feed?” Evan asked, baring his neck to him.
“No, I’m fine,” John told him with a smile. “But thank you.”
Evan nodded, knowing better than to argue with his sire, and placed a soft kiss upon his lips instead. Teyla however, had no qualms about arguing with him.
“John, you cannot continue to starve yourself for weeks on end and then expect packaged blood to sustain you and return you to full health,” she told him. “You must hunt if you want to survive.”
John sighed, “I didn’t come here to fight Teyla.”
Teyla opened her mouth as if to argue with him once more, but Ronon’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.
“You’ll stay the night,” Ronon told him. “Halling has your room ready for you. You can store your blood in there.”
“Thanks,” John nodded, finally letting go of Evan and heading towards the door. As he passed David, he bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead as he was almost as much his fledgling as Evan was. The only thing they were missing was the blood bond.
“We’ve missed you,” David told him.
John nodded, “Perhaps you and Evan can join me later during the daylight hours?”
“We would like that very much,” David said with a smile, allowing John to pass him.
As he made his way to his room in the east wing, he luckily didn’t encounter anyone else, even though he could clearly hear them moving around behind closed doors. He didn’t have a great relationship with the rest of the clan; they saw him as a deserter, someone who was dangerous and untrustworthy because he preferred his own company. However, Teyla was their leader, therefore the rest of the clan had no choice but to tolerate him and if he asked for it, do his bidding.
When he reached his room - the only other one close by being Evan and David’s - he sagged against the back of the door, taking a deep breath and surveying the room that had barely been touched since he was last in it a few months ago.
Stepping forward, he turned on one of the desk lamps, letting it emit a dull glow that was easy on his eyes as he found the small refrigerator and stored his blood in there. He was just standing back up and shrugging off his coat when there was a knock on his bedroom door. It was Evan. He would recognise that scent anywhere.
“Enter,” he called, turning to hang up his coat and slip off the wet sweater.
“I thought you might be hungry,” Evan said as he approached with a small silver flask. “It’s fresh. Halling has offered his son Jinto for you.”
“Jinto?” John asked, accepting the flask offered up by Teyla’s most trusted servant. “Did you drain him?”
“No. He’s only fourteen. Too young to bite. This was taken clinically by Halling himself.”
John nodded, glad to hear that his clan’s policy on biting children remained firmly in place. He poured himself a glass and offered some to Evan, knowing that to drink all the blood offered by this innocent would be extremely selfish, especially since he had a lot of apologising to do to his fledgling.
Evan took some gratefully and they both sipped at their glasses as a comfortable silence settled over them. John then lead the way to the small couch in the corner. He hadn’t entirely been sure of Evan’s intentions when he walked through the door until they sat down. Instead of sitting beside him, Evan settled on the floor between John’s legs and let his head rest on John’s knee. John watched him as he let out a long sigh, nuzzling his nose against the denim as he inhaled John’s scent.
“I missed you,” Evan said, placing a soft kiss onto John’s knee.
John let out a small chuckle and thread his hands through the short locks upon Evan’s head. “You know where I live. You are welcome to seek my companionship at any time Evan.”
Evan looked up at him with big bright eyes. “David might not be so agreeable. He can be somewhat insecure at times.”
John raised an eyebrow at him. “He does know you’re in here right?”
Evan nodded and kissed his knee again, “He said we needed to be alone for a while but that he’ll join us later.”
John gave a small nod before lifting his glass to his mouth and draining it, the essence of innocence shooting straight to his groin. Added to the small touch of Evan’s hands on his thigh, his skin began to tingle with a need for further contact.
Without wasting much more time, he slipped his hands under Evan’s arms and pulled him up to sit in his lap. Evan smiled at him in that coy way that had always driven John crazy with want since the very first day they’d met, before John pulled him down into a rough kiss.
John loved kissing Evan. It was always one of his favourite things to do. His fledgling became so pliant and willing the second their lips touched, melting into John’s hold and all but begging John to have his wicked way with him. And John was just completely unable to deny him.
He dropped his arms from around Evan’s waist and allowed him to pull his t-shirt off before he all but ripped Evan’s shirt open. Pushing the shirt off of Evan’s shoulders, John marvelled at the smooth marble like skin, begging to be tasted. Reaching behind him, John used Evan’s still shirt clad wrists to hold him in place as he licked his way up that long neck, all the way to just behind his ear before kissing his way back down.
“Please Sire,” Evan begged.
“Later,” John told him, smiling at the mewl of protest that escaped Evan’s lips.
He continued to kiss his way down Evan’s neck to his chest, pushing his tongue out to taste as much skin as possible. Evan leaned back trying to give John as much access as possible, however, John could be impatient at times and so turned them, throwing Evan down onto the couch. He finally allowed Evan’s hands free from their confines only to pin them above his head instead as he kissed him again.
Evan moaned into the kiss and thrust up against John, making him moan in return.
“Hold still,” John ordered and instantly, Evan froze, going completely still as he lay underneath him.
John sometimes hated just how well he had trained Evan and wished that just once, he would disobey one of his orders and fuck him like they were equals. But that wasn’t what Evan wanted or needed from him, he had David for that. No, from John he needed to be dominated, so that is what John would give him.
Knowing he didn’t have to hold him down, John slid his hands down Evan’s arms, trailing them over sooth skin as he began to kiss and lick his way down his body, playing close attention to the small mole on his hip bone, just above the waistline of his pants. It had always been a favourite spot to linger on Evan’s body. He had many a time spent hours worshipping that one blemish caused by the sun all those years ago while he’d still been human and still remained after years of only ever seeing moonlight.
However, now was not the time to linger. With quick and nimble fingers, he unfastened Evan’s pants and slid them down his long legs, pleased to see that Evan’s habit of foregoing underwear hadn’t changed any. Smiling he threw the pants onto the floor before bending his head to take Evan’s hard cock into his mouth. Evan gasped at the sensation, no doubt overwhelmed at the feeling of having his Sire’s mouth around him for the first time in almost a decade.
John didn’t have sex with Evan as much as he used to or as much as a vampire without a companion probably should, so the opportunity to pleasure him like this, to apologise for his absenteeism were few and far between.
Listening carefully, he let all the small gasps and soft mewls urge him on, making him suck harder. He could feel Evan’s body becoming taught, his orgasm fast approaching and so he sped up, desperately wanting to taste his fledgling’s juices on his tongue. Evan didn’t disappoint him, arching up off the couch with his orgasm, exploding into John’s mouth. John continued to suck him until there was nothing left and let Evan’s now limp cock drop from his mouth.
“Sorry,” Evan said quietly.
“What for?” John asked, placing small kissed along Evan’s thighs.
“For loosing control without permission,” Evan told him bluntly.
John paused for a second, wondering just what he’d been thinking when he trained Evan as Teyla had never been quite so strict with him. But then Evan had been a little bit wild during his early years and required a little extra discipline.
“It’s okay,” John told him, giving him a gentle smile before he kissed his thigh again. Evan smiled back at him, then let out a yelp when John nipped the sensitive flesh with his fangs.
Chuckling at Evan’s response, John pulled his fangs back in and lifted Evan’s legs over his shoulders and dipped his head down, trailing his tongue in between Evan’s ass cheeks and over his opening.
“Shit,” Evan hissed and John felt his head come up off the couch for a second before he slammed it back down again.
“Feel free to move,” John told him before he went back to his oral assault of Evan’s ass.
Evan let out a groan and flexed his body against John’s face, the heels of his feet digging down into John’s back, much to John’s pleasure. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed down there for, but eventually, the feel of Evan surrounding him and the noises he was making had him growling with a sudden need for more.
Giving Evan one last lick, he pushed himself up onto his knees, letting Evan’s legs drop to lay either side of him. As he quickly unbuckled his belt, he stared down into the bright grey of Evan’s eyes that were shining with lust more than they usually did. They were hypnotic to stare at, and John was loath to look away. But as he pulled himself from the confines of his jeans and spat on his palm, Evan let his eyes close and the moment was broken.
John quickly fisted his cock, spreading the spit over himself before lining himself up to Evan’s entrance. Evan didn’t even tense at the feeling. He was as still as a statue, but did let out a low growl as John pushed into him.
John didn’t even give him a moment to settle before he began to thrust hard into him, the buckle from his belt rattling loudly over their grunts as it smacked off Evan’s ass. John bit his lip and let his eyes fall closed, his hands sliding down Evan’s thighs to grasp his hips so he could move in and out of him faster and harder.
Evan soon brought his legs up to wrap around John’s waist and pull him in deeper. John fell forward with the force of his grip and immediately attached his lips to Evan’s, swallowing the moan that Evan let out as pleasure surged through him with the change in position. Knowing that neither of them would last for much longer, John picked up the pace and started to piston in and out of him.
He pulled his lips away from Evan’s and looked down at him. His fangs were showing - just like John’s - as orgasm fastly approached and his grey eyes were almost silver they were glowing that much. As he looked into them however, John had the sudden urge to be staring into a set of blue eye that he barely knew but craved for with all his being.
Trying to hide his shock at this new revelation at the most inopportune time, he buried his face in Evan’s neck, hoping that the familiar scent of his fledgling would wash away all thoughts of blue eyed priests, but it was to no avail. As pleasure ripped through him, as he sunk his teeth into his fledgling and tasted his life force, he couldn’t help but wish it was Rodney who was there with him instead of Evan.
~*~*~*~*~*~
John had spent the remainder of the night with Evan, trying to lose himself in his body, but the more he tried to forget about Rodney, the more difficult it became. Evan could tell that he was distracted but he didn’t enquire as to what was bothering John, knowing that John wasn’t very likely to divulge much about it. Instead, he did his best to distract him and when David joined them just as the sun was rising, he did his very best to help too.
It had been a long time, decades even, since John had spent an entire day in bed with them, allowing them to sacrifice their bodies and blood for his benefit. By the time they both fell asleep, John was utterly exhausted but his over active thoughts prevented him from following them into a deep slumber, instead filling his mind with images of sparkling blue eyes, wicked smiles and broad shoulders.
He knew what this was. He’d had obsessions before, most unattached - and even some attached - vampires did. But his last obsession had been Evan so it was strange to feel that urge to go be with someone else while sharing a bed with the once object of his entire being.
He was awake as the sun set, the curtains on the window opening automatically to allow moonlight to stream in and fall over the two sleeping vampires in his bed. He turned and studied them closely, both looking so peaceful with David asleep on his front, his face buried in Evan’s shoulder with an arm thrown over his chest as if worried he’d run away. He knew they would wake soon, the pull of the moon dragging them from their slumber. He’d say goodbye then, knowing he couldn’t stay any longer.
Bending his head, he began to place soft kisses down David’s spine, his fingers trailing after them and over the rump of his ass. It caused gentle shivers to course through David’s body, which in turn, did as John had hoped and woke Evan.
“Sire?” he asked, watching with amused eyes as John lavished his companion’s back with gentle kisses.
“I have to go,” John told him. “I have some business I have to attend to.”
Evan gave him a sad smile and nodded. “Be sure to see Teyla before you leave. She was majorly pissed with you for just disappearing without a word last time.”
John followed the movement of his own fingers up David’s spine with his eyes before he spoke. “She knows where to find me.”
“John,” Evan said, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him.
“Fine,” John said with a sigh. “I’ll go speak to her and Ronon before I go. Happy?”
“Not remotely,” Evan told him. “But I won’t beg you to stay if you want to leave.”
John gave him a grateful smile and leaned over David’s back to pull him into a soft kiss. He quickly pulled back and jumped from the bed, making his way over to the couch where most of his clothes lay. As he got dressed, he was aware of Evan watching him carefully while David slept on - he always had been a deep sleeper.
“You know where I am if you need me right?”
Evan nodded. “I do,” he said as he slipped out of the bed.
He went to the fridge and pulled out what remained of John’s blood - they’d made quite a dent in it last night - and handed it over to him before pulling John into a deep, heated kiss.
John knew what he was doing. He was trying to get John to stay, to make him realise what he would be missing if he left. But John knew if he stayed, there would be a huge part of himself that wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about what he might be missing out in the world.
“Take care of him,” he said as he slowly pulled back from Evan’s touch. “I’ll see you both soon.”
Evan nodded and dropped his hands letting John go with one last smile.
John quietly slipped from the room and made his way to the opposite end of the house where Teyla and Ronon’s rooms were. He heard them before he even rounded the corner to their wing. They were sparring with each other.
John grinned and sped up, hoping to witness what was always a marvellous display of energy, self discipline and beauty.
Ronon and Teyla had been each other’s companions since long before John had come along and had been together since. Teyla was a little older than Ronon, but not by much and together they had travelled the world before deciding to take on a fledgling together - John. While Teyla was technically John’s Sire, Ronon hadn’t taken any fledglings in his long life and had always treated John as if he was his own, and with Teyla’s permission, had also been called ‘Sire’ by John many times.
When he found their sparring room, he stopped at the door to watch them. It was incredible. While they were effectively trying to hit each other with big sticks, a blow never landed, each attempt being blocked by the other. They were completely evenly matched, so much so, that as they moved, it looked as if they were dancing.
They had both attempted to tutor him in the skill, but he had never been able to reach the same level as them, much to Teyla’s frustration and Ronon’s amusement.
“You come to get your ass kicked?”
John looked up to see Ronon grinning at him while Teyla wiped sweat from her brow.
“God no,” John said with a smile.
“You are leaving?” Teyla asked as she handed Ronon her weapon.
John nodded, “I have… things I need to see to.”
“Like what?” Ronon asked.
John shrugged, “Just something that has grabbed my attention?”
Ronon exchanged an amused smile with Teyla before she turned back to John, “And does this something have a name?”
John raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
“You’ve got the same look you always get when you find something you want,” Ronon said.
“I have a look for that?”
Teyla nodded, “It is a good look on you and it has been far too long since we’ve seen it. I much prefer it to the look of defeat you usually wear.”
“Yes well. I should probably head back to my apartment. Y’know, get a shower, feed the cat,” he said, eager to leave before they began to ask him more questions he just wasn’t ready to answer yet.
“Happy hunting,” Ronon told him.
John stared at him in shock, “I’m not going hunting, Sire.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Well you should take care whatever it is you are doing,” Teyla said, more than likely sensing a rise in tension between himself and Ronon.
“I will,” he promised before bowing to them both and hastily beating a retreat towards the main entrance of the house.
Just like the night before, he sensed the others in the house but didn’t see any of them, which he was quite happy with. He soon made it outside and started in the direction of the nearest subway station, eager to get back to his own apartment where he could relax and not have to pretend he was something he wasn’t for the benefits of those who surrounded him. Back to where he could freely go for coffee in which ever neighbourhood he wanted without having to answer awkward questions about his hunting habits.
TBC
Part Two