I tried to make it as canon as possible. It might work with a few handwaves and timey-wimey tweaks. Hope you enjoy!
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Peter's finger wasn't trembling nervously as he reached for the bell. He swore it wasn't. It was just... cold. In late Spring. In Vegas. He wasn't here, on a dark doorstep, in suburbia because he wanted to be. He had a message to deliver.
The door opened almost immediately. And there he was.
“Jerry,” Peter said, trying out the unfamiliar name on the very familiar vampire, confident that his voice was steady
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Jerry chortled, disbelieving, because really, who was Peter to be giving a vampire orders. “What?”
Peter held his ground. “Don't kill him. Don't turn him. Stay away from his family.”
Now Jerry seemed intrigued. “Why?”
“Because I'm asking you to.”
Jerry laughed again. “That’s not really a reason, you know. This may have escaped your notice, Peter, because I'm always so nice to you, but...” and here he moved closer again, “I'm a vampire“I am aware of that,” Peter said, as calmly as you please, even though his heart was pounding in his chest. He put the beer down himself this time and reached for Jerry's thick biceps. Whether he wanted to push him away again or pull him closer, Peter wasn't sure
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Peter was, he realized. Desire clouded his mind. It always did when around him. The sooner they fucked, the sooner he could reiterate the point he'd come here to make, and the sooner he could leave
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“Why don’t you just take it? It’s not like you give anyone else a choice.” Peter never really understood why he was special to this vampire. Why again and again, they could talk and drink and fuck, and Peter was allowed to walk away afterward, nothing lost but a little blood and more of his pride.
“Because you’d like that. You want me to force you. So you can hate me forever and be absolved of your guilt.”
“I already hate you forever. And I’m never going to choose to become a vampire.”
“No? Well you might change your mind soon. And if not, well, maybe I’ll just set my minions on you. They don’t have my self-control. And they’re getting really hungry down below
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Peter's finger wasn't trembling nervously as he reached for the bell. He swore it wasn't. It was just... cold. In late Spring. In Vegas. He wasn't here, on a dark doorstep, in suburbia because he wanted to be. He had a message to deliver.
The door opened almost immediately. And there he was.
“Jerry,” Peter said, trying out the unfamiliar name on the very familiar vampire, confident that his voice was steady ( ... )
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Peter held his ground. “Don't kill him. Don't turn him. Stay away from his family.”
Now Jerry seemed intrigued. “Why?”
“Because I'm asking you to.”
Jerry laughed again. “That’s not really a reason, you know. This may have escaped your notice, Peter, because I'm always so nice to you, but...” and here he moved closer again, “I'm a vampire“I am aware of that,” Peter said, as calmly as you please, even though his heart was pounding in his chest. He put the beer down himself this time and reached for Jerry's thick biceps. Whether he wanted to push him away again or pull him closer, Peter wasn't sure ( ... )
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Peter was, he realized. Desire clouded his mind. It always did when around him. The sooner they fucked, the sooner he could reiterate the point he'd come here to make, and the sooner he could leave ( ... )
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“Because you’d like that. You want me to force you. So you can hate me forever and be absolved of your guilt.”
“I already hate you forever. And I’m never going to choose to become a vampire.”
“No? Well you might change your mind soon. And if not, well, maybe I’ll just set my minions on you. They don’t have my self-control. And they’re getting really hungry down below ( ... )
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(I may like Jerry/Angsty!Peter a little too much)
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