Blood is Thicker than Water
Blood is Thicker than Water
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Category: M/M, Vampire!fic, kinda' crack!fic
Warnings: Blood play (as you would expect of vampires), rough sex, light bondage
Summary: A curse has an adverse effect on Jared. Can the boys survive it?
Jared wasn’t quite sure how they had come to this. He was towering over Jensen, who was crouched in the corner of their lounge room, knees pulled up to his chest protectively, eyes wide and terrified, yet holding out one trembling hand to him, wrist up. He took the offered hand, searching his memory for a reason, an explanation. When it came, the recollection hit him hard, making him growl, which caused Jensen to turn his face into the wall, cowering, but never pulling that hand away.
Jared was exhausted. Filming this week was draining him. Jensen too, if his slumped shoulders were anything to go by. It was 4pm on a Saturday and they were finally free to go home, three quarters of a day late. Cliff had the car running, warming up the interior for his two bedraggled charges, and Jensen was trudging across the car park with single-minded determination. Jared was only a few steps behind him when he remembered he had left the house keys ‘safely’ in his trailer. With a moan, he called out, “I forgot the keys. I’ll be right back.”
Jensen made some kind of acknowledgment, and then Jared was turning around and heading back the way they had just come. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t see the person in front of him and slammed into them bodily. Jared remained on his feet, but the other person ended up on the cold, damp ground with an oomph. He reached out to help them up, an apology on the tip of his tongue, when the woman looked up at him with such hatred that he froze.
“Why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going, you stupid oaf.”
Now, Jared was a reasonably even-tempered kind of person, but the long week and the unnecessary attack had him snapping back, “Well I didn’t see you exactly trying to get out of the way either!”
The woman, Carley, was their on-the-spot expert this last week. She was partly the reason they had run so over time, as she had often stopped a scene because of the smallest wrong movement or mispronounced word during a ritual. It hadn’t mattered how often Singer had explained to her that most of their viewers wouldn’t know any different, she had continued to do it. It didn’t explain why she was looking at Jared with such loathing, pointedly ignoring his offered hand as she rose, or why she commented acidly, “ Oh, and I suppose I should have scrambled out from under you, Mr Big-Shot Actor. Right?”
“No.” Jared was holding onto his temper by a thread. “I’m just saying we’re both a fault here.”
“You think that just because everyone on this set thinks the sun rises and sets on your giant shoulders that I should think the same?” She sneered.
“They do not… Look, lady, what is your problem? What is it you think I’ve done to you other than accidentally run into you?” Jared didn’t want to get into a debate about how the crew felt about him. He knew he was well-liked, but so was Jensen, and most of the time they all got along quite well. Besides, Jared was sensing that this was something more…personal.
“You hold his heart.” She answered, anger vibrating in every word. “I want it. I deserve it. But you don’t even value what you have.”
“I have no idea…” Jared started, confused.
“No. You don’t. It doesn’t matter. Come the morrow, he won’t even be able to stand looking at you.” Her smile was nasty as she strode away, leaving Jared more perplexed than ever. He shook off the odd sense of foreboding that had gripped him and hurried to his trailer to get the forgotten keys.
Sometime during his reverie, Jared had tugged Jensen’s hand up to his face. The movement had pulled Jensen out of his cowering position and onto his knees. Jared could feel the trembles racing through the other man, one after another, but he felt a predatory smile curl his lips. It made Jensen cringe again, his breath rasping in his lungs with fear. Closing his eyes, the smaller man made a whispered plea. “Jared…”
”Jared? What’s wrong, man? You haven’t touched your dinner…” Jensen laid a warm hand to Jared’s forehead and gasped. “You’re freezing!”
“Really? I feel like I’m burning up.” Jared told him. It had started about six p.m. There was something just not right. The symptoms - nausea, fever, and tenderness in his gums - had grown steadily worse. His stomach was rolling at the scent of the food before him, and he felt like he was sitting in a vat of boiling water. Oddly, Jensen’s hand on his forehead was a soothing warmth, and his scent seemed to calm his queasiness, but the pain in his mouth turned sharp and he moaned.
Next thing he knew, Jensen was bundling him up and helping him into the lounge room. He laid him out on the sofa and drew a blanket over him before disappearing back into the kitchen. When he returned, he placed a couple of Tylenol in Jared’s hand and handed him a glass of water. Jared threw them back and washed them down with the whole glass under Jensen’s watchful gaze. Jared tried to smile, but he was aching from head to toe. “Thanks.” He managed to grate out.
“You’re welcome.” Jensen replied carelessly, his manners kicking in while his thoughts lay elsewhere. His teeth worried at his lip while he sat there thinking, and Jared watched the movement with an odd sense of anticipation. After a moment, the soft flesh gave, and a speck of blood dotted his lip. Without a second thought, Jared reached out, grabbed Jensen, and dragged him down so he could lick away that spot of red. Jensen jerked back, fingers going to his lip, and demanded, “What the hell are you doing?”
Jared’s mouth was watering. The flashing taste of copper on his tongue was a revelation. Still, he knew what he had done wasn’t normal. “Jen, man, I don’t know. I just…the blood…I wanted…needed…” He looked up at Jensen, hoping his friend could see his confusion in his eyes. Jensen saw something else entirely.
“Oh God! Jared…your…your eyes. They’re…they’re…” He sounded terrified.
“What?” Jared wanted to know.
“Glowing…like, really glowing. It looks like they’re…on fire.”
Suddenly, the pain in Jared’s mouth went from hurting to agonising. Jared threw his head back and cried out, but the pain was gone as quickly as it had come, and even the previous ache was no more. Jensen, however, gasped and pulled away, falling onto the floor in his haste. Jared moved quickly, even quicker than he had intended, and wrapped his hand around Jensen’s ankle. The bones felt small and fragile under his hold and Jared tightened his grip experimentally. Jensen’s hands shot out to grab Jared’s wrist, pulling ineffectually against the strong grasp. There was pain in both his voice and his eyes as he pleaded, “Please…don’t…you’re hurting me…”
Jared let go immediately. “Why are you so scared? I’d never hurt you, Jen.”
Jensen shook his head. “You’re…you’re not yourself, Jared.”
“Of course I am.” Jared smiled to reassure his friend. It seemed to have the opposite effect. Jensen’s heart rate picked up again. Huh, he could hear Jensen’s heart. That was…different. “What’s wrong with you?”
“With me?” Jensen gave a short huff of laughter, but it wasn’t amused. Fearfully, he whispered, “Jared. Your eyes are s-still glowing, you nearly crushed m-my ankle, and…and…you…have…f-fangs.”
“I do?” Jared asked. Jensen nodded. He had been backing slowly away the whole time he had been speaking, but suddenly stood and ran for the door. Jared saw red. With a vicious, animalistic snarl, he lunged after him, somehow making it to the door before him. Jensen froze, wide-eyed and panting with alarm. A low growl was trickling out of Jared’s throat, threatening the smaller man should he try another such move. Jensen seemed to understand, moving achingly slow as he backed away again. When his back hit the wall, his shoulders slumped and he slid down into a protective crouch. Jared followed him at a matching pace, telling him, “It’s burning, Jen. In my throat. I need…I need…”
Jensen looked up at him, understanding and something Jared couldn’t define in his eyes. He held out his hand, wrist up.
Jared realized what had happened. Jensen’s selfless offer had lessened whatever hold this…thing had over him. He could control it, as long as Jensen didn’t make any sudden moves. As long as he didn’t try to get away. Now he could think more clearly, Jared wondered what exactly was going on with him. He knew what it sounded like - glowing eyes, increased senses and strength, not to mention the fangs - but that wasn’t possible. Vampires didn’t really exist, and even if they did, he’d remember if he’d been in contact with one, he’s sure. Apparently, though, that’s exactly what Jensen is thinking, because he still hasn’t pulled his hand away, even though Jared had it up near his nose, absently inhaling not only his best friend’s familiar scent, but a more metallic scent from beneath the thin flesh. Jensen’s blood was rushing through his veins, and its sweet song was calling to him. Jared licked a stripe across the smaller man’s wrist, and Jensen involuntarily jerked back. The tiny movement was enough to make Jared tighten his hold, and he could hear the fine bones grinding together. Jensen made a hurt sound, and Jared had to concentrate to make himself loosen his grip.
“This won’t work.” Jared lamented. “You can’t help your instinct to pull away, and I can’t stop my reaction to it. If I tried to…to…feed…it would only take the smallest tug and I might lose control. I don’t…I don’t know what would happen if I did.”
“There’s no choice.” Jensen told him, his voice wavering despite his certainty.
“I can’t take that risk…” Jared started.
“You need to feed.” Jensen interrupted.
Jared shook his head, voicing his greatest fear. “I could kill you.”
There were tears in Jensen’s glittering eyes. Jared could see clearly that Jensen didn’t want to die. It was just as clear that he had no intention of leaving Jared to deal with this on his own. “There has to be a way. Maybe…maybe you could hold me down…”
“You would struggle.” Jared knew he would if the roles were reversed.
It was Jensen’s turn to shake his head. “No. I wouldn’t fight you.”
“Jensen…”
“I like it, okay?” Jensen’s interruption was full of embarrassment.
“What are you…oh.” Jared suddenly got what Jensen was telling him. He liked to be held down…and he wouldn’t fight if it was Jared doing the holding. Oh. “That crazy hoodoo expert was right.” Seeing confusion in Jensen’s pale face, Jared explained about his encounter with the woman, finishing with, “She said that by tomorrow you wouldn’t even want to look at me.”
“You think she…did this?” Ignoring the question of his feelings entirely, and despite the fear that had to be eating at him, Jared could still see his friend’s intellect start to work on the problem. “Like…like a spell maybe?”
“Hell, the way she was nitpicking I wouldn’t be surprised if we didn’t cast a spell while we were filming.” Jared muttered.
Jensen started pushing at him, not to get away but to guide him back towards the couch. When they reached it, he gave a light shove and Jared sat down. “It doesn’t matter anyway at the moment.” Jensen told him as he agilely straddled Jared’s lap. “Maybe once you’ve fed we can explore that angle and see if there is a cure, or another spell or something.”
How the hell was Jensen being reasonable like this? They were talking about a real spell that really turned him into a real vampire that really needed to drink his best friend’s very real blood! “Are you in shock or something?” Jared asked.
“Maybe?” Jensen looked at him before quickly glancing away and down. “That isn’t why I’m doing this. I…you need this, and…I’m here…”
“So that makes it alright?” Jared exclaimed.
“No. No, Jared. But you wouldn’t abandon me, and I won’t abandon you. So, ahh…go for it.” Jensen tilted his head, baring his throat.
Jared made a sound that was half moan and half growl. His arms wrapped around Jensen’s lower back and shoulders, holding him close like steel clamps. Jensen’s breathing slowed, like he was deliberately relaxing himself, and time almost seemed to stand still for a moment as Jared lowered his mouth to the taught skin between Jensen’s neck and shoulder. He licked out to taste, finding the saltiness to his liking, and then Jared sank his fangs straight into the offered flesh. Jensen did jerk and cry out, but he didn’t try to pull away. With every suckle, Jensen made a soft whimper, but to Jared it was just as intoxicating as the hot liquid flowing into his mouth. Still, wasn’t a vampire’s bite supposed to be pleasurable? Even as he thought it, the sound Jensen made changed into something needier, something…desperate. He felt Jensen swelling against his stomach, his body starting to rock into him. More, Jared thought, and Jensen arched as much as he could within Jared’s hold.
Jensen began to murmur Jared’s name, a soft litany of moreJaredpleaseohgod. It was the hottest thing Jared had ever heard, and the well-hidden desire for more than friendship that he had harboured for some time suddenly flared into full-blown lust. His desire must have transmitted to the smaller man, for he shouted at the overwhelming sensations. Jared growled softly and Jensen went stiff in his arms, his lower body spasming, before he sagged limply. Pulling back with one last lick, Jared looked into Jensen’s face. His eyes were closed and his mouth open, taking rapid breaths while his heart beat like a wild thing in his chest. “Jen?” Jared shook him slightly, but Jensen was unconscious.
***
Jensen opened his eyes slowly. His head was pounding like he had a hangover, and his body felt heavy, weighed down. It took him a moment to realise that he wasn’t alone on the bed, and that it wasn’t his bed either. It was Jared’s. Jared, who had become the stuff of nightmares, something unbelievable, and yet was still essentially his Jared. He remembered the look in the younger man’s unnatural eyes when he had said he could kill him; despair and horror and fear. He also remembered the feel of Jared’s arms holding him close, and the blinding pleasure of Jared feeding at his throat. Jensen reached up to touch the spot on his neck and whimpered when residual bliss tripped along his nerves.
“Jensen?” Jared was immediately awake and poised above him, looking down into his eyes, searching for something in his gaze. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fi…” Jensen started, only to begin coughing when the words stuck in his dry throat. Jared handed him a cup and Jensen drank - orange juice. Jensen raised an eyebrow and Jared flushed.
“You need to replenish your liquids. Whenever I donate blood…” Jared stopped, his eyes falling away.
Jensen reached up and cupped his cheek with one hand. “Jared, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. Don’t beat yourself up about this.”
“What if you’re only enthralled? What if you don’t have a choice anymore? What if…”
“Enough.” Jensen told him with gentle sternness. While he had slept, Jared had obviously worked himself into something of a panic with his ‘knowledge’ of vampires. “Jared, I am no more enthralled now than I was before all this happened. I had a choice, and I made it. And yes, I would make it again. You need to stop worrying about what has happened and start working out how to turn this back around.”
Jared huffed out a breath, partly annoyed and partly amused. “I know.” Another huff. “I know. I just…I’m worried for you.”
“I really am okay, Jared.” Jensen ignored mentioning his headache, not wanting to upset his friend any further. “We’ll find a way to undo this and you’ll be back to your sugar cravings in no time.”
The smile that Jared gave him was wide enough to flash his fangs, and Jensen had to remind himself exactly why that was not as hot as his body seemed to think it was. Unfortunately, the grin disappeared as quickly as it had come. “Jen? When were you gonna’ tell me?”
“Tell you what?” Jensen didn’t know if Jared’s change brought telepathy with it, but he himself certainly didn’t have any. Jared’s mind jumped around like a cricket on steroids at the best of times.
“That you were in love with me.”
The words hung in the air as Jensen frantically wracked his brain for a suitable answer to the situation. “I don’t know where you got that idea from, but…”
“Yes, you do. I told you. That’s why that…that…witch came after me, because you were in love with me and she wanted you to fall in love with her. Not to mention you practically admitted as much with that whole ‘I want you to hold me down’ thing.” Now Jared had that pissy Sam look on his face, and Jensen didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh or cry at the twisted craziness his life had suddenly become.
“I’m sorry, Jay. I’m sorry she came after you. I know it’s all my fault..”
“It isn’t you fault! I don’t blame you for what is going on. And stop trying to change the topic. When were you going to tell me?” Jensen began to shake his head in denial once more, but Jared’s hair-trigger control snapped. Jensen found himself pinned under Jared’s weight, his wrists held beside his head by the other man’s large hands. Jared growled at him, “You said you liked it. Let’s see if you were telling the truth.” Jensen just looked up at him wide-eyed, his heart racing again and his breathing going ragged. Jared smirked. “That’s what I thought. Go on, Jen. Deny that you’re enjoying this. Deny that you want me to hold you down, just like this, and make you take whatever I want.”
Jensen’s eyes closed in shame, and he gave in. “Never. I never planned on telling you. I didn’t want to chance our friendship. I didn’t want to hear you say ‘no’. I couldn’t lose you.” His eyes opened again and they were brilliant green.
Jared eased his grip on Jen’s hands, but he didn’t let go. “Did it ever occur to you that I might say ‘yes’? That I might want the same thing? And are you really so insecure that you think I would walk away from you for telling me?” One look into his friends eyes told him that ‘yes, he was that insecure’. “God, Jen. One day I’m going to find out how you got so screwed up, but until then, you’ll just have to believe me when I say that there is nothing that would make me give up the best, easiest friendship I’ve ever had.”
“If you wanted it too, why didn’t you ever say anything?” Jensen pointed out, trying to control his treacherous body and get Jared engaged in a rational conversation.
“I had Sandy. And when I didn’t, you had Daneel. At least I told you I’d had experience with guys. You never once let on that you did too.” Jared accused, hurt by his friend’s omission.
Jensen shook his head. “A couple of blowjobs and mutual whacking off hardly qualifies, Jared. And how do I slip that into a conversation? ‘Oh, yeah, and by the way, you know how you said you experimented with guys? Well, guess what, I like to be held down and fu**ed by them.’ I don’t think so.” He realised too late that he had said the wrong thing when Jared’s eyes - still unsettling with their otherworldly smoulder - flared brighter.
“So you do take it.” Jared purred dangerously. “That’s good. Because I think I might want to see just how much you like it.”
“Jared. No.” Jensen struggled briefly, stopping when he realised he couldn’t break Jared’s hold or shift the weight of his body. “Don’t do this. It isn’t what you want. You’ll regret it when…”
“When what, Jen? When we reverse the spell? We don’t even know if we can. Besides, I’m not going to regret having the hottest piece of ass in North America.” Jensen flinched like Jared had slapped him and his whole body sagged in resignation. “That’s it, Jenny. You just lay there and I’ll do the rest.”
Which is exactly what Jensen did. He stayed still while Jared stripped him, letting himself be moved and lifted and pushed around until Jared had him naked and positioned just how he wanted him. He didn’t fight it when Jared ripped one of the pillowcases to shreds and used the scraps of material to tie his hands to the bed head. The first move he did make was when Jared leaned in to kiss him, and Jensen looked away. That gave Jared pause, and he looked down at Jensen to see what the problem was. Jensen was no longer excited, no longer even really paying attention. His eyes were closed, and his body lax. The change was enough to draw the haze of lust from Jared’s eyes.
“Jen?” Those long-lashed eyes fluttered open to look up at him, and Jared saw the reason for the change. The hurt was all but tangible in his gaze, laced by something akin to despair. Jared tried to think why, and remembered what he had just said. Letting out horrified cry, Jared said, “God, Jen! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“Yes you did.” Jensen sighed. “Everyone else thinks it, you’re just the only one who has said it out loud. ‘Look at him. Look at the way he suddenly shot to fame. Obviously he earned it on his back, or his knees’.” He gave Jared a bitter smile.
“No. I never thought that.” Jensen scoffed in disbelief, and Jared gave him the truth. “Okay, fine. I’ve heard those rumours. People warned me about you before I even met you. But once I knew you, I dismissed them. You were shy and prettier than you had any right to be,” Jared smiled, “and one of the most brilliant actors I’d ever seen. You got where you are because there are people in this business who were smart enough to see a good thing when he auditioned in front of them.”
“Really?” The hope in Jensen’s voice was fragile, and Jared again swore to himself he would find out exactly what had happened to make Jensen so uncertain.
“Really.” Jared reassured. “My control is doubtful at best at the moment, but I don’t want to hurt you. I think the only reason I have any command at the moment is because you are so amazing, and trusting in me. But this...” Jared indicated Jensen’s bound, spread body, “this is different. It’s too easy to hurt you like this, too easy to get lost in the sensation and forget to hold back. So tell me to stop, Jen. Tell me, and I’ll do my best to walk away.”
Jensen shook his head. “No, I...I want this. Even with you like this...I’m willing to trust you, Jared.”
“Jeeen.” Jared whined and rested his forehead against his friend’s. “What if..?”
“Shhh.” Jensen soothed. “Have some faith in yourself. You haven’t hurt me yet, and I don’t think you will. You’re still you Jared.”
Jared looked down into Jensen’s eyes and could see that he really did believe in Jared that much. It was humbling, and built up his crumbling control that little bit more. So Jared leaned in and brushed his lips over Jensen’s, making the smaller man sigh. The next press was firmer, and Jensen licked along the seam of Jared’s lips. Finally, Jared closed his mouth over his friend’s slightly parted lips in a true kiss, licking his way inside and as deep as he could go. Jensen just opened up for him, and Jared revelled in the generosity. As he pulled away, his fangs grazed Jensen’s swollen bottom lip, leaving two thin cuts in the plump flesh. Jared licked the blood away with a moan. Jensen shuddered beneath him. Flicking his eyes open to check that it wasn’t fear or disgust making Jensen shiver, Jared was met with dazed green eyes almost gone black from lust.
“More.” Jensen whispered. “Please, Jare. Touch me...”
“Yeah, Jen. Just let me...” Jared reached out and ran his hands over the slim, whipcord strength of the man beneath him. Jensen was a beautifully made man, kept trim with hard work and kept human by the smatterings of freckles. Jared bent down and started mapping out the patterns he saw in the clusters of soft brown spots. He felt Jensen’s body relax further, different to the laxness of earlier, particularly as he could feel the hard length of Jensen’s cock against his thigh. “Mmm, Jen. I love your freckles. I’ve wanted to do this almost since the first time I saw them.”
“Freckle-kink, huh? Man, you are so vanilla.” Jensen teased, but Jared could hear the underlying embarrassment in the words. He wondered how much ribbing Jensen had received in school over his coloration.
“Oh, you have no idea.” Jared rumbled, a smile flitting over his face. “I also have a thing for you wearing your glasses. And when you grab the nearest thing to wear and it happens to be mine.” He felt Jensen’s surprise as he continued to map his way down his body. “Yeah, seeing you in my clothes makes me all...possessive.”
“Still all very vanilla, Jay.” Jensen huffed out as Jared trailed a swirl of freckles down into his friend’s belly button. The whine that followed was a little desperate.
Jared decided to reward Jensen for lightening the mood, continuing to move down and not pausing before taking the tip of Jensen’s leaking cock into his mouth. Jensen arched in pleasure, as Jared has expected, pushing himself slightly deeper. Not wanting to be choked, Jared put his hands on Jensen’s hips and teased the bundle of nerves just under the bulbous head with his tongue. Jensen swore and tried to arch up again, but Jared’s strength easily held him still. Jared smirked as he heard Jensen’s heart beat even quicker at realising just how much at Jared’s mercy he was, and he knew it was excitement that made it beat so. Jared began the task of swallowing him down, cautious of his fangs, and accompanied by a constant litany of encouragement and begging from Jensen. When Jensen slipped into his throat, Jared swallowed hard, and Jensen gave a choked off shout.
“Jay! Jay! I’m gonna’...”
“Mmmmmhmmmm.” Jared made a noise of agreement, and Jensen shook with the effort of holding back. Determined to push his best friend over the edge, Jared gripped his hips even harder and growled low in his throat. Jensen’s eyes flew wide open and he cried out, all control lost. Jared rapidly swallowed, trying not to spill any of the fluid filling his mouth, and milking the softening member for every last drop. Jensen tried to twist away when the stimulation became too much, but Jared ruthlessly kept him pinned until Jensen jerked in his bonds and gave a sob of frustration. Jared finally pulled off and looked up at Jensen, all wrung out and panting harshly for breath. “You’re gorgeous like this, you know. Now I want to see what you look like when you come with me inside you.”
Jensen stared at him for a moment before he smiled. “Do you have the, ah...stuff?”
“Condoms and lube?” Jared asked with an amused smirk. Jensen nodded. “Yes, I do.”
“You know...” Jensen started hesitantly. “You’ve, ah...you’ve taken my blood and...I trust you, so...I thought that maybe we...wouldn’tneedthecondom?”
Jared moved up Jensen’s body so quickly that the older man flinched, but Jared just looked into his eyes and asked, “Are you sure?” Jensen nodded again. “Then I think you’re right.” Jensen’s smile was beautiful.
Feeling his own cock starting to ache, Jared hurried to retrieve the lube from the bedside table. Quickly he coated his fingers and reached down to press one fingertip firmly against Jensen’s puckered opening. Jensen stayed still, and Jared circled the small hole, spreading the lube, before pushing in just a little bit. Jensen made a snorting noise. “Jared, I’m not a virgin. You can go a little faster.” Jared cocked an eyebrow and pushed his finger all the way inside. Jensen gasped, before he moaned, “More...please...” So Jared slowly slid a second finger in beside the first. Jared could feel the tightness and sure Jen wasn’t a virgin, but he sure as hell needed to be stretched more. Jared started to move the two fingers in and out, twisting them and trying to scissor them at intervals. He knew he’d found Jensen’s prostate when the other man let out a soft mewl and his tight channel clamped down around Jared’s fingers.
“Easy, Jen. I’ve got you now.” Jared murmured, and set about driving Jensen wild, stroking hard across the rough little nub again and again. He introduced a third finger when he felt that Jensen was ready, and his shuddered breath let Jared know that it felt good. Jared could feel his control unravelling, and knew he had to be inside Jensen before he lost too much, so he grabbed the lube with his free hand and covered himself generously with the slick liquid. He warned, “Jen...I have to...”
“Yes.” Jensen hissed, knowing what his friend needed and more than ready for it himself.
Jared eased his fingers free and smiled at the small whine Jensen made. He lined himself up with the smaller man’s opening and, grabbing his hips once more, began to push himself inside. The tight heat was incredible, and Jared marvelled at the way Jensen’s body seemed to shift and give way to him. He thought he heard Jensen say something, but the lust in his blood was making his head buzz. All he could think was that he needed more, he needed all. So, with one last thrust, Jared sheathed himself balls deep into his lover. The sound Jensen made this time broke through Jared’s haze, and Jared saw the pain in his face, in the struggle against the bonds at his wrists. Jared leaned down and wrapped his arms around Jensen. He kissed at the tears that had escaped Jensen’s scrunched eyes and whispered softly in his ear, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll make it good now, Jen. Please...I’m sorry.” He continued to babble as he brought his mouth down the smooth column of Jensen’s throat. Jensen stilled in his embrace, waiting. This time, Jared was already thinking thoughts of pleasure as he pressed his fangs into Jensen’s skin, was already feeling his desire ready to spill over as he drank down Jensen’s essence. Jensen gasped.
“Oh, god! It’s okay...it’s okay...just...move...please...” Jensen was arching against him, trying to make him move within his body. Jared took the direction and started to shift his hips, pulling out slightly and them pressing back in. Jensen moved in counterpoint, already begging for faster, deeper, harder. It was too much, and Jared could feel his orgasm tingling through his spine, building rapidly towards release. He pulled Jen tighter in his arms and started to rock into him, mercilessly driving against his prostate with every rough thrust, and thinking ‘Come with me’. Just as Jared felt his orgasm rush through him, Jensen keened, his warm fluid coating both their bellies. Jared took his mouth away from Jensen’s throat to cry out his own overpowering pleasure.
They collapsed together, and Jared knew he had to move or otherwise crush the smaller man. It took a moment to pull his coordination together enough to slowly draw out of Jensen’s body and drop beside him instead. Jensen was unconscious again, and Jared feared that he had taken too much of what his friend so freely offered. He strained his ears to hear Jensen’s heart beat and, though it was hardly a normal rhythm, it was definitely there, allowing Jared to relax. Reaching up blindly, he tore the material tying Jen’s hands and then allowed himself to wrap around the inert man and fall into slumber.
***
Jared woke up to the sun shining in his eyes. His first thought was a curse that he had forgotten to close the blinds, and then the enormity of the situation hit him. If he was a vampire, he should have been frying right about now. He quickly ran his tongue around his mouth. No fangs. Was the curse over? He quickly ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. One; he had a reflection. Two; his eyes were just plain hazel, no glowing. His shoulders slumped with relief. He had been terrified that he would have to continue drinking blood to survive. That thought led to another. He had drunk Jensen’s blood. He just made it to the toilet before he threw up the mostly liquid contents of his stomach. He chose not to dwell on what those liquids were. He stayed there, kneeling on the cold tiles, his arms resting on the porcelain bowl, until he was sure there was nothing left for him to bring up. Just as he was considering getting up, a warm hand gently came to rest between his clammy shoulder blades.
“Jared? Are you okay, man?” Jensen sounded a little shaky, and Jared turned to look at him. He saw Jensen’s gaze flicker over his face before he smiled. “Is it over? Was it just a short term curse?”
Jared pressed the button on the toilet and hauled himself to his feet. He was about to answer that he thought so when he took in Jensen’s appearance. He had obviously grabbed the nearest clothes on the way out of the bedroom, and they just so happened to be Jared’s sweatpants and his own t-shirt. Jared could see the tired circles under Jensen’s eyes, his skin too pale and his freckles standing out in relief. His lips looked bruised and Jared could just make out the cuts he had made there. Moving down, the mark on Jensen’s throat could have been a very enthusiastic hickey, were it not for the two pin-prick holes in its centre. The flesh around Jensen’s wrists was rubbed raw, the rough cotton material of the pillowcase used to bind him far too unforgiving on the thin skin. And where his sweats were falling off of Jensen’s hips, Jared saw the clear imprint of his own hands where they had clamped tight and held down. Jared stumbled back a step in horror, flinching when Jensen reached out towards him.
“Oh god, what have I done? What have I done? How can you stand there and ask if I’m okay when I...I did...that to you?” Tears filled Jared’s eyes before spilling down his cheeks unheeded.
Jensen looked at himself as though he hadn’t noticed. Shrugging, he said, “I’m okay.”
“Jensen! I hurt you! God, I...I marked you.”
With another shrug, Jensen told him, “It was a little rough, but mostly it felt good.”
There was a flicker in Jensen’s eyes, and Jared recalled, with more clarity now than he had had at the time, the way Jensen had asked him to slow down, to give him a moment, and then the way he had screamed when Jared had ignored him and ploughed forward. “Good? Jensen, you cried.” Jared’s voice broke on the last word.
Slowly, like he was dealing with a skittish animal, Jensen moved forward, stepping into Jared’s space. “Listen. I won’t lie to you. It hurt. Of course it did. But you were out of your mind, and you more than made up for it. Jared, someone did this to you. I’m not the victim here. I knew what I might be getting myself into when I agreed, and I still said yes. If anyone has hurt me, Jared, it was the person who did this to us.”
Overwhelmed by just how forgiving Jensen could be, Jared pulled him into his arms. He felt Jensen’s arms wrap around him without hesitation. “Don’t you ever let me hurt you like that again, Jen. Please, promise me.”
“Is there, ah...is there going to be more of...us?” Jared could tell Jensen hadn’t thought Jared would want him without the vampire’s needs riding him.
“You think I’m letting go of a guy who loves me enough to risk his own life for me? Or the guy I love enough to believe him when he says he doesn’t blame me?” Jensen’s arms tightened around him. “No, I didn’t think so.”
“Then, I promise.” Jensen vowed.
***
When the two men walked onto set on Monday morning, there was a scream of displeasure from the direction of the food services tent. “No! No! You shouldn’t be here!”
“Surprise.” Jared glared at Carley.
“There is no way...” She cut herself off and looked at Jensen in shock. She whispered, “No.”
“What?” Jensen wanted to know. “You were going to say there is no way he could have broken the spell, but we did. How?”
“A willing victim.” She muttered. “The only way to break it is to feed on a willing victim. Why? Why would you sacrifice yourself that way?”
“You know why.” Jensen told her coldly. “I love him, and he needed me.”
“No, no, no!” Carley was shaking her head. “That isn’t how it was supposed to go!”
“What did you think would happen? You sent the man you supposedly love home with a vampire. It was just lucky that he loves me enough to trust me, and I love him enough to care even in that state.” Jared advanced on her menacingly. “Now, I want you gone.”
“Hey guys! Is there a problem here?” Eric came over, frowning at finding his two leads glaring at a visitor to the set.
“Carley here tried to hurt Jared on Saturday. It took us the rest of the weekend to get him back on his feet.” Jensen accused.
“You can’t prove that.” Carley shrieked.
Jared took another menacing step forward, but Eric cut in. “I’m sorry, but we don’t need to prove anything. If you can’t work with the boys, then there is no use in you being here.” Eric also knew that, while Jared and Jensen would play pranks with the best of them, they wouldn’t exaggerate a situation like this. “Security. Please make sure Ms Grey leaves the set and doesn’t return.” Cliff and one of the regular set security staff stepped forward. Carley had the choice of walking away or being carried, but the look on Cliff’s face was discouraging. He took the protection of his two wards very seriously.
“Fine.” She growled. “But don’t think you are beyond my reach!”
Jared and Jensen watched her go, relieved to see her leaving, but worried about her words. A gentle hand landed on Jared’s shoulder, and he turned to see one of the set designers, Lana, smiling up at him. “Don’t you worry. I saw what Carley was doing, but was too late to stop her. My coven and I have cast another spell, a protection, for you both. Anything Carley may try in future will not touch you.”
“You’re..?” Jared didn’t want to say witch, in case she found it offensive, but she just smiled.
“A witch. Yes. We don’t practice the dark arts as Carley does. We do no harm to anyone.”
“Then, ah, thank you. Seriously, I never want to experience anything like that again.” Jared smiled too.
Jensen laid his hand upon Lana’s shoulder and also gave his thanks. “This is really good of you to do.”
“Hey! We’re fans too, you know.” She winked. “Have to protect our favourite show an’ all.”
As she walked away, Jared looked at Jensen. “Is this really happening?”
“You mean being cursed to be a vampire by a witch and now being protected by a coven of fans? Yeah, I’m afraid it is.” Jensen laughed as he answered.
Jared pulled him close with an arm around his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “Yeah, there is that. But I actually meant the part about my best friend becoming my lover.”
“Oh.” Jensen shivered, and turned his lips up to Jared’s in invitation. “Maybe you had better make sure?”
Jared did, and no one was even surprised.
The End
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Category: M/M, Vampire!fic, kinda' crack!fic
Warnings: Blood play (as you would expect of vampires), rough sex, light bondage
Summary: A curse has an adverse effect on Jared. Can the boys survive it?
Jared wasn’t quite sure how they had come to this. He was towering over Jensen, who was crouched in the corner of their lounge room, knees pulled up to his chest protectively, eyes wide and terrified, yet holding out one trembling hand to him, wrist up. He took the offered hand, searching his memory for a reason, an explanation. When it came, the recollection hit him hard, making him growl, which caused Jensen to turn his face into the wall, cowering, but never pulling that hand away.
Jared was exhausted. Filming this week was draining him. Jensen too, if his slumped shoulders were anything to go by. It was 4pm on a Saturday and they were finally free to go home, three quarters of a day late. Cliff had the car running, warming up the interior for his two bedraggled charges, and Jensen was trudging across the car park with single-minded determination. Jared was only a few steps behind him when he remembered he had left the house keys ‘safely’ in his trailer. With a moan, he called out, “I forgot the keys. I’ll be right back.”
Jensen made some kind of acknowledgment, and then Jared was turning around and heading back the way they had just come. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t see the person in front of him and slammed into them bodily. Jared remained on his feet, but the other person ended up on the cold, damp ground with an oomph. He reached out to help them up, an apology on the tip of his tongue, when the woman looked up at him with such hatred that he froze.
“Why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going, you stupid oaf.”
Now, Jared was a reasonably even-tempered kind of person, but the long week and the unnecessary attack had him snapping back, “Well I didn’t see you exactly trying to get out of the way either!”
The woman, Carley, was their on-the-spot expert this last week. She was partly the reason they had run so over time, as she had often stopped a scene because of the smallest wrong movement or mispronounced word during a ritual. It hadn’t mattered how often Singer had explained to her that most of their viewers wouldn’t know any different, she had continued to do it. It didn’t explain why she was looking at Jared with such loathing, pointedly ignoring his offered hand as she rose, or why she commented acidly, “ Oh, and I suppose I should have scrambled out from under you, Mr Big-Shot Actor. Right?”
“No.” Jared was holding onto his temper by a thread. “I’m just saying we’re both a fault here.”
“You think that just because everyone on this set thinks the sun rises and sets on your giant shoulders that I should think the same?” She sneered.
“They do not… Look, lady, what is your problem? What is it you think I’ve done to you other than accidentally run into you?” Jared didn’t want to get into a debate about how the crew felt about him. He knew he was well-liked, but so was Jensen, and most of the time they all got along quite well. Besides, Jared was sensing that this was something more…personal.
“You hold his heart.” She answered, anger vibrating in every word. “I want it. I deserve it. But you don’t even value what you have.”
“I have no idea…” Jared started, confused.
“No. You don’t. It doesn’t matter. Come the morrow, he won’t even be able to stand looking at you.” Her smile was nasty as she strode away, leaving Jared more perplexed than ever. He shook off the odd sense of foreboding that had gripped him and hurried to his trailer to get the forgotten keys.
Sometime during his reverie, Jared had tugged Jensen’s hand up to his face. The movement had pulled Jensen out of his cowering position and onto his knees. Jared could feel the trembles racing through the other man, one after another, but he felt a predatory smile curl his lips. It made Jensen cringe again, his breath rasping in his lungs with fear. Closing his eyes, the smaller man made a whispered plea. “Jared…”
”Jared? What’s wrong, man? You haven’t touched your dinner…” Jensen laid a warm hand to Jared’s forehead and gasped. “You’re freezing!”
“Really? I feel like I’m burning up.” Jared told him. It had started about six p.m. There was something just not right. The symptoms - nausea, fever, and tenderness in his gums - had grown steadily worse. His stomach was rolling at the scent of the food before him, and he felt like he was sitting in a vat of boiling water. Oddly, Jensen’s hand on his forehead was a soothing warmth, and his scent seemed to calm his queasiness, but the pain in his mouth turned sharp and he moaned.
Next thing he knew, Jensen was bundling him up and helping him into the lounge room. He laid him out on the sofa and drew a blanket over him before disappearing back into the kitchen. When he returned, he placed a couple of Tylenol in Jared’s hand and handed him a glass of water. Jared threw them back and washed them down with the whole glass under Jensen’s watchful gaze. Jared tried to smile, but he was aching from head to toe. “Thanks.” He managed to grate out.
“You’re welcome.” Jensen replied carelessly, his manners kicking in while his thoughts lay elsewhere. His teeth worried at his lip while he sat there thinking, and Jared watched the movement with an odd sense of anticipation. After a moment, the soft flesh gave, and a speck of blood dotted his lip. Without a second thought, Jared reached out, grabbed Jensen, and dragged him down so he could lick away that spot of red. Jensen jerked back, fingers going to his lip, and demanded, “What the hell are you doing?”
Jared’s mouth was watering. The flashing taste of copper on his tongue was a revelation. Still, he knew what he had done wasn’t normal. “Jen, man, I don’t know. I just…the blood…I wanted…needed…” He looked up at Jensen, hoping his friend could see his confusion in his eyes. Jensen saw something else entirely.
“Oh God! Jared…your…your eyes. They’re…they’re…” He sounded terrified.
“What?” Jared wanted to know.
“Glowing…like, really glowing. It looks like they’re…on fire.”
Suddenly, the pain in Jared’s mouth went from hurting to agonising. Jared threw his head back and cried out, but the pain was gone as quickly as it had come, and even the previous ache was no more. Jensen, however, gasped and pulled away, falling onto the floor in his haste. Jared moved quickly, even quicker than he had intended, and wrapped his hand around Jensen’s ankle. The bones felt small and fragile under his hold and Jared tightened his grip experimentally. Jensen’s hands shot out to grab Jared’s wrist, pulling ineffectually against the strong grasp. There was pain in both his voice and his eyes as he pleaded, “Please…don’t…you’re hurting me…”
Jared let go immediately. “Why are you so scared? I’d never hurt you, Jen.”
Jensen shook his head. “You’re…you’re not yourself, Jared.”
“Of course I am.” Jared smiled to reassure his friend. It seemed to have the opposite effect. Jensen’s heart rate picked up again. Huh, he could hear Jensen’s heart. That was…different. “What’s wrong with you?”
“With me?” Jensen gave a short huff of laughter, but it wasn’t amused. Fearfully, he whispered, “Jared. Your eyes are s-still glowing, you nearly crushed m-my ankle, and…and…you…have…f-fangs.”
“I do?” Jared asked. Jensen nodded. He had been backing slowly away the whole time he had been speaking, but suddenly stood and ran for the door. Jared saw red. With a vicious, animalistic snarl, he lunged after him, somehow making it to the door before him. Jensen froze, wide-eyed and panting with alarm. A low growl was trickling out of Jared’s throat, threatening the smaller man should he try another such move. Jensen seemed to understand, moving achingly slow as he backed away again. When his back hit the wall, his shoulders slumped and he slid down into a protective crouch. Jared followed him at a matching pace, telling him, “It’s burning, Jen. In my throat. I need…I need…”
Jensen looked up at him, understanding and something Jared couldn’t define in his eyes. He held out his hand, wrist up.
Jared realized what had happened. Jensen’s selfless offer had lessened whatever hold this…thing had over him. He could control it, as long as Jensen didn’t make any sudden moves. As long as he didn’t try to get away. Now he could think more clearly, Jared wondered what exactly was going on with him. He knew what it sounded like - glowing eyes, increased senses and strength, not to mention the fangs - but that wasn’t possible. Vampires didn’t really exist, and even if they did, he’d remember if he’d been in contact with one, he’s sure. Apparently, though, that’s exactly what Jensen is thinking, because he still hasn’t pulled his hand away, even though Jared had it up near his nose, absently inhaling not only his best friend’s familiar scent, but a more metallic scent from beneath the thin flesh. Jensen’s blood was rushing through his veins, and its sweet song was calling to him. Jared licked a stripe across the smaller man’s wrist, and Jensen involuntarily jerked back. The tiny movement was enough to make Jared tighten his hold, and he could hear the fine bones grinding together. Jensen made a hurt sound, and Jared had to concentrate to make himself loosen his grip.
“This won’t work.” Jared lamented. “You can’t help your instinct to pull away, and I can’t stop my reaction to it. If I tried to…to…feed…it would only take the smallest tug and I might lose control. I don’t…I don’t know what would happen if I did.”
“There’s no choice.” Jensen told him, his voice wavering despite his certainty.
“I can’t take that risk…” Jared started.
“You need to feed.” Jensen interrupted.
Jared shook his head, voicing his greatest fear. “I could kill you.”
There were tears in Jensen’s glittering eyes. Jared could see clearly that Jensen didn’t want to die. It was just as clear that he had no intention of leaving Jared to deal with this on his own. “There has to be a way. Maybe…maybe you could hold me down…”
“You would struggle.” Jared knew he would if the roles were reversed.
It was Jensen’s turn to shake his head. “No. I wouldn’t fight you.”
“Jensen…”
“I like it, okay?” Jensen’s interruption was full of embarrassment.
“What are you…oh.” Jared suddenly got what Jensen was telling him. He liked to be held down…and he wouldn’t fight if it was Jared doing the holding. Oh. “That crazy hoodoo expert was right.” Seeing confusion in Jensen’s pale face, Jared explained about his encounter with the woman, finishing with, “She said that by tomorrow you wouldn’t even want to look at me.”
“You think she…did this?” Ignoring the question of his feelings entirely, and despite the fear that had to be eating at him, Jared could still see his friend’s intellect start to work on the problem. “Like…like a spell maybe?”
“Hell, the way she was nitpicking I wouldn’t be surprised if we didn’t cast a spell while we were filming.” Jared muttered.
Jensen started pushing at him, not to get away but to guide him back towards the couch. When they reached it, he gave a light shove and Jared sat down. “It doesn’t matter anyway at the moment.” Jensen told him as he agilely straddled Jared’s lap. “Maybe once you’ve fed we can explore that angle and see if there is a cure, or another spell or something.”
How the hell was Jensen being reasonable like this? They were talking about a real spell that really turned him into a real vampire that really needed to drink his best friend’s very real blood! “Are you in shock or something?” Jared asked.
“Maybe?” Jensen looked at him before quickly glancing away and down. “That isn’t why I’m doing this. I…you need this, and…I’m here…”
“So that makes it alright?” Jared exclaimed.
“No. No, Jared. But you wouldn’t abandon me, and I won’t abandon you. So, ahh…go for it.” Jensen tilted his head, baring his throat.
Jared made a sound that was half moan and half growl. His arms wrapped around Jensen’s lower back and shoulders, holding him close like steel clamps. Jensen’s breathing slowed, like he was deliberately relaxing himself, and time almost seemed to stand still for a moment as Jared lowered his mouth to the taught skin between Jensen’s neck and shoulder. He licked out to taste, finding the saltiness to his liking, and then Jared sank his fangs straight into the offered flesh. Jensen did jerk and cry out, but he didn’t try to pull away. With every suckle, Jensen made a soft whimper, but to Jared it was just as intoxicating as the hot liquid flowing into his mouth. Still, wasn’t a vampire’s bite supposed to be pleasurable? Even as he thought it, the sound Jensen made changed into something needier, something…desperate. He felt Jensen swelling against his stomach, his body starting to rock into him. More, Jared thought, and Jensen arched as much as he could within Jared’s hold.
Jensen began to murmur Jared’s name, a soft litany of moreJaredpleaseohgod. It was the hottest thing Jared had ever heard, and the well-hidden desire for more than friendship that he had harboured for some time suddenly flared into full-blown lust. His desire must have transmitted to the smaller man, for he shouted at the overwhelming sensations. Jared growled softly and Jensen went stiff in his arms, his lower body spasming, before he sagged limply. Pulling back with one last lick, Jared looked into Jensen’s face. His eyes were closed and his mouth open, taking rapid breaths while his heart beat like a wild thing in his chest. “Jen?” Jared shook him slightly, but Jensen was unconscious.
***
Jensen opened his eyes slowly. His head was pounding like he had a hangover, and his body felt heavy, weighed down. It took him a moment to realise that he wasn’t alone on the bed, and that it wasn’t his bed either. It was Jared’s. Jared, who had become the stuff of nightmares, something unbelievable, and yet was still essentially his Jared. He remembered the look in the younger man’s unnatural eyes when he had said he could kill him; despair and horror and fear. He also remembered the feel of Jared’s arms holding him close, and the blinding pleasure of Jared feeding at his throat. Jensen reached up to touch the spot on his neck and whimpered when residual bliss tripped along his nerves.
“Jensen?” Jared was immediately awake and poised above him, looking down into his eyes, searching for something in his gaze. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fi…” Jensen started, only to begin coughing when the words stuck in his dry throat. Jared handed him a cup and Jensen drank - orange juice. Jensen raised an eyebrow and Jared flushed.
“You need to replenish your liquids. Whenever I donate blood…” Jared stopped, his eyes falling away.
Jensen reached up and cupped his cheek with one hand. “Jared, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. Don’t beat yourself up about this.”
“What if you’re only enthralled? What if you don’t have a choice anymore? What if…”
“Enough.” Jensen told him with gentle sternness. While he had slept, Jared had obviously worked himself into something of a panic with his ‘knowledge’ of vampires. “Jared, I am no more enthralled now than I was before all this happened. I had a choice, and I made it. And yes, I would make it again. You need to stop worrying about what has happened and start working out how to turn this back around.”
Jared huffed out a breath, partly annoyed and partly amused. “I know.” Another huff. “I know. I just…I’m worried for you.”
“I really am okay, Jared.” Jensen ignored mentioning his headache, not wanting to upset his friend any further. “We’ll find a way to undo this and you’ll be back to your sugar cravings in no time.”
The smile that Jared gave him was wide enough to flash his fangs, and Jensen had to remind himself exactly why that was not as hot as his body seemed to think it was. Unfortunately, the grin disappeared as quickly as it had come. “Jen? When were you gonna’ tell me?”
“Tell you what?” Jensen didn’t know if Jared’s change brought telepathy with it, but he himself certainly didn’t have any. Jared’s mind jumped around like a cricket on steroids at the best of times.
“That you were in love with me.”
The words hung in the air as Jensen frantically wracked his brain for a suitable answer to the situation. “I don’t know where you got that idea from, but…”
“Yes, you do. I told you. That’s why that…that…witch came after me, because you were in love with me and she wanted you to fall in love with her. Not to mention you practically admitted as much with that whole ‘I want you to hold me down’ thing.” Now Jared had that pissy Sam look on his face, and Jensen didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh or cry at the twisted craziness his life had suddenly become.
“I’m sorry, Jay. I’m sorry she came after you. I know it’s all my fault..”
“It isn’t you fault! I don’t blame you for what is going on. And stop trying to change the topic. When were you going to tell me?” Jensen began to shake his head in denial once more, but Jared’s hair-trigger control snapped. Jensen found himself pinned under Jared’s weight, his wrists held beside his head by the other man’s large hands. Jared growled at him, “You said you liked it. Let’s see if you were telling the truth.” Jensen just looked up at him wide-eyed, his heart racing again and his breathing going ragged. Jared smirked. “That’s what I thought. Go on, Jen. Deny that you’re enjoying this. Deny that you want me to hold you down, just like this, and make you take whatever I want.”
Jensen’s eyes closed in shame, and he gave in. “Never. I never planned on telling you. I didn’t want to chance our friendship. I didn’t want to hear you say ‘no’. I couldn’t lose you.” His eyes opened again and they were brilliant green.
Jared eased his grip on Jen’s hands, but he didn’t let go. “Did it ever occur to you that I might say ‘yes’? That I might want the same thing? And are you really so insecure that you think I would walk away from you for telling me?” One look into his friends eyes told him that ‘yes, he was that insecure’. “God, Jen. One day I’m going to find out how you got so screwed up, but until then, you’ll just have to believe me when I say that there is nothing that would make me give up the best, easiest friendship I’ve ever had.”
“If you wanted it too, why didn’t you ever say anything?” Jensen pointed out, trying to control his treacherous body and get Jared engaged in a rational conversation.
“I had Sandy. And when I didn’t, you had Daneel. At least I told you I’d had experience with guys. You never once let on that you did too.” Jared accused, hurt by his friend’s omission.
Jensen shook his head. “A couple of blowjobs and mutual whacking off hardly qualifies, Jared. And how do I slip that into a conversation? ‘Oh, yeah, and by the way, you know how you said you experimented with guys? Well, guess what, I like to be held down and fu**ed by them.’ I don’t think so.” He realised too late that he had said the wrong thing when Jared’s eyes - still unsettling with their otherworldly smoulder - flared brighter.
“So you do take it.” Jared purred dangerously. “That’s good. Because I think I might want to see just how much you like it.”
“Jared. No.” Jensen struggled briefly, stopping when he realised he couldn’t break Jared’s hold or shift the weight of his body. “Don’t do this. It isn’t what you want. You’ll regret it when…”
“When what, Jen? When we reverse the spell? We don’t even know if we can. Besides, I’m not going to regret having the hottest piece of ass in North America.” Jensen flinched like Jared had slapped him and his whole body sagged in resignation. “That’s it, Jenny. You just lay there and I’ll do the rest.”
Which is exactly what Jensen did. He stayed still while Jared stripped him, letting himself be moved and lifted and pushed around until Jared had him naked and positioned just how he wanted him. He didn’t fight it when Jared ripped one of the pillowcases to shreds and used the scraps of material to tie his hands to the bed head. The first move he did make was when Jared leaned in to kiss him, and Jensen looked away. That gave Jared pause, and he looked down at Jensen to see what the problem was. Jensen was no longer excited, no longer even really paying attention. His eyes were closed, and his body lax. The change was enough to draw the haze of lust from Jared’s eyes.
“Jen?” Those long-lashed eyes fluttered open to look up at him, and Jared saw the reason for the change. The hurt was all but tangible in his gaze, laced by something akin to despair. Jared tried to think why, and remembered what he had just said. Letting out horrified cry, Jared said, “God, Jen! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“Yes you did.” Jensen sighed. “Everyone else thinks it, you’re just the only one who has said it out loud. ‘Look at him. Look at the way he suddenly shot to fame. Obviously he earned it on his back, or his knees’.” He gave Jared a bitter smile.
“No. I never thought that.” Jensen scoffed in disbelief, and Jared gave him the truth. “Okay, fine. I’ve heard those rumours. People warned me about you before I even met you. But once I knew you, I dismissed them. You were shy and prettier than you had any right to be,” Jared smiled, “and one of the most brilliant actors I’d ever seen. You got where you are because there are people in this business who were smart enough to see a good thing when he auditioned in front of them.”
“Really?” The hope in Jensen’s voice was fragile, and Jared again swore to himself he would find out exactly what had happened to make Jensen so uncertain.
“Really.” Jared reassured. “My control is doubtful at best at the moment, but I don’t want to hurt you. I think the only reason I have any command at the moment is because you are so amazing, and trusting in me. But this...” Jared indicated Jensen’s bound, spread body, “this is different. It’s too easy to hurt you like this, too easy to get lost in the sensation and forget to hold back. So tell me to stop, Jen. Tell me, and I’ll do my best to walk away.”
Jensen shook his head. “No, I...I want this. Even with you like this...I’m willing to trust you, Jared.”
“Jeeen.” Jared whined and rested his forehead against his friend’s. “What if..?”
“Shhh.” Jensen soothed. “Have some faith in yourself. You haven’t hurt me yet, and I don’t think you will. You’re still you Jared.”
Jared looked down into Jensen’s eyes and could see that he really did believe in Jared that much. It was humbling, and built up his crumbling control that little bit more. So Jared leaned in and brushed his lips over Jensen’s, making the smaller man sigh. The next press was firmer, and Jensen licked along the seam of Jared’s lips. Finally, Jared closed his mouth over his friend’s slightly parted lips in a true kiss, licking his way inside and as deep as he could go. Jensen just opened up for him, and Jared revelled in the generosity. As he pulled away, his fangs grazed Jensen’s swollen bottom lip, leaving two thin cuts in the plump flesh. Jared licked the blood away with a moan. Jensen shuddered beneath him. Flicking his eyes open to check that it wasn’t fear or disgust making Jensen shiver, Jared was met with dazed green eyes almost gone black from lust.
“More.” Jensen whispered. “Please, Jare. Touch me...”
“Yeah, Jen. Just let me...” Jared reached out and ran his hands over the slim, whipcord strength of the man beneath him. Jensen was a beautifully made man, kept trim with hard work and kept human by the smatterings of freckles. Jared bent down and started mapping out the patterns he saw in the clusters of soft brown spots. He felt Jensen’s body relax further, different to the laxness of earlier, particularly as he could feel the hard length of Jensen’s cock against his thigh. “Mmm, Jen. I love your freckles. I’ve wanted to do this almost since the first time I saw them.”
“Freckle-kink, huh? Man, you are so vanilla.” Jensen teased, but Jared could hear the underlying embarrassment in the words. He wondered how much ribbing Jensen had received in school over his coloration.
“Oh, you have no idea.” Jared rumbled, a smile flitting over his face. “I also have a thing for you wearing your glasses. And when you grab the nearest thing to wear and it happens to be mine.” He felt Jensen’s surprise as he continued to map his way down his body. “Yeah, seeing you in my clothes makes me all...possessive.”
“Still all very vanilla, Jay.” Jensen huffed out as Jared trailed a swirl of freckles down into his friend’s belly button. The whine that followed was a little desperate.
Jared decided to reward Jensen for lightening the mood, continuing to move down and not pausing before taking the tip of Jensen’s leaking cock into his mouth. Jensen arched in pleasure, as Jared has expected, pushing himself slightly deeper. Not wanting to be choked, Jared put his hands on Jensen’s hips and teased the bundle of nerves just under the bulbous head with his tongue. Jensen swore and tried to arch up again, but Jared’s strength easily held him still. Jared smirked as he heard Jensen’s heart beat even quicker at realising just how much at Jared’s mercy he was, and he knew it was excitement that made it beat so. Jared began the task of swallowing him down, cautious of his fangs, and accompanied by a constant litany of encouragement and begging from Jensen. When Jensen slipped into his throat, Jared swallowed hard, and Jensen gave a choked off shout.
“Jay! Jay! I’m gonna’...”
“Mmmmmhmmmm.” Jared made a noise of agreement, and Jensen shook with the effort of holding back. Determined to push his best friend over the edge, Jared gripped his hips even harder and growled low in his throat. Jensen’s eyes flew wide open and he cried out, all control lost. Jared rapidly swallowed, trying not to spill any of the fluid filling his mouth, and milking the softening member for every last drop. Jensen tried to twist away when the stimulation became too much, but Jared ruthlessly kept him pinned until Jensen jerked in his bonds and gave a sob of frustration. Jared finally pulled off and looked up at Jensen, all wrung out and panting harshly for breath. “You’re gorgeous like this, you know. Now I want to see what you look like when you come with me inside you.”
Jensen stared at him for a moment before he smiled. “Do you have the, ah...stuff?”
“Condoms and lube?” Jared asked with an amused smirk. Jensen nodded. “Yes, I do.”
“You know...” Jensen started hesitantly. “You’ve, ah...you’ve taken my blood and...I trust you, so...I thought that maybe we...wouldn’tneedthecondom?”
Jared moved up Jensen’s body so quickly that the older man flinched, but Jared just looked into his eyes and asked, “Are you sure?” Jensen nodded again. “Then I think you’re right.” Jensen’s smile was beautiful.
Feeling his own cock starting to ache, Jared hurried to retrieve the lube from the bedside table. Quickly he coated his fingers and reached down to press one fingertip firmly against Jensen’s puckered opening. Jensen stayed still, and Jared circled the small hole, spreading the lube, before pushing in just a little bit. Jensen made a snorting noise. “Jared, I’m not a virgin. You can go a little faster.” Jared cocked an eyebrow and pushed his finger all the way inside. Jensen gasped, before he moaned, “More...please...” So Jared slowly slid a second finger in beside the first. Jared could feel the tightness and sure Jen wasn’t a virgin, but he sure as hell needed to be stretched more. Jared started to move the two fingers in and out, twisting them and trying to scissor them at intervals. He knew he’d found Jensen’s prostate when the other man let out a soft mewl and his tight channel clamped down around Jared’s fingers.
“Easy, Jen. I’ve got you now.” Jared murmured, and set about driving Jensen wild, stroking hard across the rough little nub again and again. He introduced a third finger when he felt that Jensen was ready, and his shuddered breath let Jared know that it felt good. Jared could feel his control unravelling, and knew he had to be inside Jensen before he lost too much, so he grabbed the lube with his free hand and covered himself generously with the slick liquid. He warned, “Jen...I have to...”
“Yes.” Jensen hissed, knowing what his friend needed and more than ready for it himself.
Jared eased his fingers free and smiled at the small whine Jensen made. He lined himself up with the smaller man’s opening and, grabbing his hips once more, began to push himself inside. The tight heat was incredible, and Jared marvelled at the way Jensen’s body seemed to shift and give way to him. He thought he heard Jensen say something, but the lust in his blood was making his head buzz. All he could think was that he needed more, he needed all. So, with one last thrust, Jared sheathed himself balls deep into his lover. The sound Jensen made this time broke through Jared’s haze, and Jared saw the pain in his face, in the struggle against the bonds at his wrists. Jared leaned down and wrapped his arms around Jensen. He kissed at the tears that had escaped Jensen’s scrunched eyes and whispered softly in his ear, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll make it good now, Jen. Please...I’m sorry.” He continued to babble as he brought his mouth down the smooth column of Jensen’s throat. Jensen stilled in his embrace, waiting. This time, Jared was already thinking thoughts of pleasure as he pressed his fangs into Jensen’s skin, was already feeling his desire ready to spill over as he drank down Jensen’s essence. Jensen gasped.
“Oh, god! It’s okay...it’s okay...just...move...please...” Jensen was arching against him, trying to make him move within his body. Jared took the direction and started to shift his hips, pulling out slightly and them pressing back in. Jensen moved in counterpoint, already begging for faster, deeper, harder. It was too much, and Jared could feel his orgasm tingling through his spine, building rapidly towards release. He pulled Jen tighter in his arms and started to rock into him, mercilessly driving against his prostate with every rough thrust, and thinking ‘Come with me’. Just as Jared felt his orgasm rush through him, Jensen keened, his warm fluid coating both their bellies. Jared took his mouth away from Jensen’s throat to cry out his own overpowering pleasure.
They collapsed together, and Jared knew he had to move or otherwise crush the smaller man. It took a moment to pull his coordination together enough to slowly draw out of Jensen’s body and drop beside him instead. Jensen was unconscious again, and Jared feared that he had taken too much of what his friend so freely offered. He strained his ears to hear Jensen’s heart beat and, though it was hardly a normal rhythm, it was definitely there, allowing Jared to relax. Reaching up blindly, he tore the material tying Jen’s hands and then allowed himself to wrap around the inert man and fall into slumber.
***
Jared woke up to the sun shining in his eyes. His first thought was a curse that he had forgotten to close the blinds, and then the enormity of the situation hit him. If he was a vampire, he should have been frying right about now. He quickly ran his tongue around his mouth. No fangs. Was the curse over? He quickly ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. One; he had a reflection. Two; his eyes were just plain hazel, no glowing. His shoulders slumped with relief. He had been terrified that he would have to continue drinking blood to survive. That thought led to another. He had drunk Jensen’s blood. He just made it to the toilet before he threw up the mostly liquid contents of his stomach. He chose not to dwell on what those liquids were. He stayed there, kneeling on the cold tiles, his arms resting on the porcelain bowl, until he was sure there was nothing left for him to bring up. Just as he was considering getting up, a warm hand gently came to rest between his clammy shoulder blades.
“Jared? Are you okay, man?” Jensen sounded a little shaky, and Jared turned to look at him. He saw Jensen’s gaze flicker over his face before he smiled. “Is it over? Was it just a short term curse?”
Jared pressed the button on the toilet and hauled himself to his feet. He was about to answer that he thought so when he took in Jensen’s appearance. He had obviously grabbed the nearest clothes on the way out of the bedroom, and they just so happened to be Jared’s sweatpants and his own t-shirt. Jared could see the tired circles under Jensen’s eyes, his skin too pale and his freckles standing out in relief. His lips looked bruised and Jared could just make out the cuts he had made there. Moving down, the mark on Jensen’s throat could have been a very enthusiastic hickey, were it not for the two pin-prick holes in its centre. The flesh around Jensen’s wrists was rubbed raw, the rough cotton material of the pillowcase used to bind him far too unforgiving on the thin skin. And where his sweats were falling off of Jensen’s hips, Jared saw the clear imprint of his own hands where they had clamped tight and held down. Jared stumbled back a step in horror, flinching when Jensen reached out towards him.
“Oh god, what have I done? What have I done? How can you stand there and ask if I’m okay when I...I did...that to you?” Tears filled Jared’s eyes before spilling down his cheeks unheeded.
Jensen looked at himself as though he hadn’t noticed. Shrugging, he said, “I’m okay.”
“Jensen! I hurt you! God, I...I marked you.”
With another shrug, Jensen told him, “It was a little rough, but mostly it felt good.”
There was a flicker in Jensen’s eyes, and Jared recalled, with more clarity now than he had had at the time, the way Jensen had asked him to slow down, to give him a moment, and then the way he had screamed when Jared had ignored him and ploughed forward. “Good? Jensen, you cried.” Jared’s voice broke on the last word.
Slowly, like he was dealing with a skittish animal, Jensen moved forward, stepping into Jared’s space. “Listen. I won’t lie to you. It hurt. Of course it did. But you were out of your mind, and you more than made up for it. Jared, someone did this to you. I’m not the victim here. I knew what I might be getting myself into when I agreed, and I still said yes. If anyone has hurt me, Jared, it was the person who did this to us.”
Overwhelmed by just how forgiving Jensen could be, Jared pulled him into his arms. He felt Jensen’s arms wrap around him without hesitation. “Don’t you ever let me hurt you like that again, Jen. Please, promise me.”
“Is there, ah...is there going to be more of...us?” Jared could tell Jensen hadn’t thought Jared would want him without the vampire’s needs riding him.
“You think I’m letting go of a guy who loves me enough to risk his own life for me? Or the guy I love enough to believe him when he says he doesn’t blame me?” Jensen’s arms tightened around him. “No, I didn’t think so.”
“Then, I promise.” Jensen vowed.
***
When the two men walked onto set on Monday morning, there was a scream of displeasure from the direction of the food services tent. “No! No! You shouldn’t be here!”
“Surprise.” Jared glared at Carley.
“There is no way...” She cut herself off and looked at Jensen in shock. She whispered, “No.”
“What?” Jensen wanted to know. “You were going to say there is no way he could have broken the spell, but we did. How?”
“A willing victim.” She muttered. “The only way to break it is to feed on a willing victim. Why? Why would you sacrifice yourself that way?”
“You know why.” Jensen told her coldly. “I love him, and he needed me.”
“No, no, no!” Carley was shaking her head. “That isn’t how it was supposed to go!”
“What did you think would happen? You sent the man you supposedly love home with a vampire. It was just lucky that he loves me enough to trust me, and I love him enough to care even in that state.” Jared advanced on her menacingly. “Now, I want you gone.”
“Hey guys! Is there a problem here?” Eric came over, frowning at finding his two leads glaring at a visitor to the set.
“Carley here tried to hurt Jared on Saturday. It took us the rest of the weekend to get him back on his feet.” Jensen accused.
“You can’t prove that.” Carley shrieked.
Jared took another menacing step forward, but Eric cut in. “I’m sorry, but we don’t need to prove anything. If you can’t work with the boys, then there is no use in you being here.” Eric also knew that, while Jared and Jensen would play pranks with the best of them, they wouldn’t exaggerate a situation like this. “Security. Please make sure Ms Grey leaves the set and doesn’t return.” Cliff and one of the regular set security staff stepped forward. Carley had the choice of walking away or being carried, but the look on Cliff’s face was discouraging. He took the protection of his two wards very seriously.
“Fine.” She growled. “But don’t think you are beyond my reach!”
Jared and Jensen watched her go, relieved to see her leaving, but worried about her words. A gentle hand landed on Jared’s shoulder, and he turned to see one of the set designers, Lana, smiling up at him. “Don’t you worry. I saw what Carley was doing, but was too late to stop her. My coven and I have cast another spell, a protection, for you both. Anything Carley may try in future will not touch you.”
“You’re..?” Jared didn’t want to say witch, in case she found it offensive, but she just smiled.
“A witch. Yes. We don’t practice the dark arts as Carley does. We do no harm to anyone.”
“Then, ah, thank you. Seriously, I never want to experience anything like that again.” Jared smiled too.
Jensen laid his hand upon Lana’s shoulder and also gave his thanks. “This is really good of you to do.”
“Hey! We’re fans too, you know.” She winked. “Have to protect our favourite show an’ all.”
As she walked away, Jared looked at Jensen. “Is this really happening?”
“You mean being cursed to be a vampire by a witch and now being protected by a coven of fans? Yeah, I’m afraid it is.” Jensen laughed as he answered.
Jared pulled him close with an arm around his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “Yeah, there is that. But I actually meant the part about my best friend becoming my lover.”
“Oh.” Jensen shivered, and turned his lips up to Jared’s in invitation. “Maybe you had better make sure?”
Jared did, and no one was even surprised.
The End