Hello all. This is another story from the brains of me and my buddy Jarjarblinx1. This story will DEFINITELY earn its mature rating so don't say we didn't warn you. Hope you guys enjoy!

A happy whistling broke the pre-dusk silence as he walked home. Being just far enough out of town, it was always pleasant getting that moment of peace after a busy day of work. The gym had been busy but not overwhelmingly so today; just enough that he wasn't bursting with energy or throbbing with aches. All he needed was a quick shower and he'd be ready for his lover to return home in the evening. Jack hopped the fence around the home easily, too excited to be home to walk all the way around to the front gate. Other than the windows, the house was just like any other. The tinted coating was the only thing that kept his lover safe during the day, so it was something he'd learned to live with.

Jack let himself in the front door and headed through the empty house towards the bathroom. The timer on the microwave went off right as he walked by the kitchen. There was an empty plate on the table with a bottle of wine, an empty wine glass, and a note. Dinner's in the oven. Turn it on for me, won't you? I had to head at one last time before night, but I'll be home in time to share it with you. I love you. -P

With a big smile on his face, Jack turned on the oven before heading back on his way. He showered quickly and returned to the kitchen just in time to take the food out of the oven. After everything was plated and wine poured there was nothing to do but wait anxiously for his dining partner to arrive. When the sun had fully set, Jack was practically tapping his feet in excitement.

"Bonjour, mon amour," a voice purred as the front door opened and closed. A tall man dropped his bag by the door and stretched his arms above his head, giving Jack a smile. "I see you read my note."

"Of course. Everything's ready for dinner." Jack jogged up to him and jumped on his lover, legs wrapping around his waist with a grin. "Though I still don't know how you managed to get in the house in the midday sun to leave the note and then head out again."

"I left it early this morning, naughty boy." Pitch chuckled and cupped under Jack's thighs, holding him up. "Not my fault you're not entirely awake before dawn."

"And that's my fault? I'm torn between being a regular human with a day schedule and staying up late enough to enjoy my time with you at night."

"You could always just become a vampire like me. It'd be a lot easier."

"Not quite yet." Jack gave him a small peck on the lips. "It'll happen soon enough."

"I know, I know. You want to wait until your thirtieth birthday." Pitch sighed and gently nipped Jack's lower lip with a chuckle. "In that case, you're just gonna have to suck it up about your lousy sleep schedule."

"A couple more years, and then we'll be home free."

"You better be worth the wait, mon amour," Pitch teased and carried him over to the table.

"You have said yourself multiple times that I am."

"After dinner, mon amour. After dinner." Pitch chuckled and put Jack down on his feet, holding his chair out for him. "I promise you that."

Jack took the offered seat. "So how was your trip? Worth the days you had to leave me?"

"Not at all. You know I hate to leave you." Pitch sat down across from Jack and smiled across the table at him. "But I was able to eradicate that Californian pack."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"It means a lot less weres, so yeah."

"Then yay. I'm glad you had a successful trip." Jack smiled and took a bite of his food. "Thank you for dinner, by the way. Your cooking is delightful as always."

"I figured you could use a nice home cooked meal. I bet you've been eating nothing but fast food and greasy garbage while I've been away."

"Why else do you think I keep you around? My health would be in poor condition without you," he teased.

"That's obviously the only reason why."

"Clearly."

"And obviously the only reason I keep you around is because you appreciate it."

"Obviously," Jack chuckled. He reached across the table to take his lover's hand. "I missed you, Pitch."

Pitch gave his hand a comforting squeeze. "I missed you too, mon amour. Life just isn't the same without you in it."

"You don't have anymore trips for a while right?"

"Nope. I'm all yours." Pitch smiled and pressed a kiss to Jack's wrist, the tip of a fang just barely teasing the pulse point.

Jack couldn't help the shiver that made its way up his spine. He'd never been into biting before he'd met Pitch, and now he knew all the pleasures those fangs could bring. He did his best to clamp down on the feeling, determined to at least finish a civilized dinner before running off to the bedroom with him. "Good. I took tomorrow off work so I could spend the whole night with you and not have to wake up early."

"Indeed? What a coincidence. I also happened to take tomorrow off."

"What a coincidence indeed," he chuckled.

"J'adore, mon amour," Pitch purred, giving Jack's wrist another kiss before showing him some mercy and releasing him.

"Love you too." He smiled and took another bite. "Are you hungry, love?"

"Absolutely ravenous." Pitch gave Jack's neck a heated look. "But this will do fine for now."

"After I eat dinner you can have as much as you'd like."

"As much as I'd like?"

Jack nodded. "Within reason, of course. I'd rather not die tonight if possible," he teased.

"I wouldn't do that to you, mon amour. That would ruin the fun of it." Pitch smiled and took a sip of wine. "Now, tell me everything I missed while I was regrettably away from you."

"You didn't miss much." He regaled his lover with tales of work and the classes he was teaching at the parkour gym. "Yesterday, a girl broke her wrist trying a move I told her she wasn't ready for."

"How unfortunate! I hope she's alright now?"

"She'll be out of classes for a few weeks, but she's fine."

"And how are you? I bet it was upsetting for you as well."

Jack shrugged. "It's part of the sport. I can't even count how many things I've broken or sprained training."

"Shame. I was planning on doing something...special to make you feel better, but never mind. You're too mature for that."

"Oh? You mean you couldn't tell I'm super torn up about it inside?" His lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I could definitely use some consoling tonight."

"I knew it. Guess I'll have to do that special something after all," Pitch chuckled. "You are not in trouble over it?"

"Nope. She did it after class had ended so there's no liability on my part. She's way too ambitious for someone who only started a few months ago." He chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "Oh, there is something new to tell you. I have a competition in a few weeks."

"Oh? That sounds interesting. Might I be invited?"

"I would love to have you there, but it's sorta smack in the middle of the day." Jack frowned.

"That is a problem. Perhaps you could move the venue to one with tinted windows? Or temporarily tint your windows?"

"Sorry. It's outdoors; there's nothing I can do about windows. Will you watch the live stream online though?"

"I'd love to. Would you set it up for me? You know how I am sometimes with this modern technology."

"Of course I would," he laughed. "When you talk like that, you make me feel like I'm dating a fossil."

"I would hesitate to call myself that, but I am over nine hundred years old. Not exactly a dinosaur, but pretty close."

"At least you don't look as old as you act sometimes. That could be a major turn off."

"Undoubtedly. Luckily for me and for you, I don't look a day over my original thirty-three."

"Not too big of an age difference after all." Jack grinned and finished up his food. If there was one thing he loved to do was to tease his lover about his age and the difference between the two of them. There had been many a joke about cradle robbers and man-cougars between them.

"Oh no," Pitch purred, sliding his hand up Jack's leg under the table. "Not too big. Not anymore."

"Just think. When you turn me in two years there will hardly be any gap at all."

"I'll be only robbing the cradle a little bit."

Jack took the empty plates to the sink. "Barely even noticeable." He turned back to his lover and led him from the room by the hand. "Now it's time for your actual meal. I know human food doesn't really do much for you."

"Unfortunately not. And you know how I refuse to feed from anyone but you."

"I do know that. I also know that I would be very upset if you ever fed from someone else." Once they were in the bedroom, Jack stripped his shirt over his head and sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't ever mind feeding you."

"Good boy." Pitch licked his lips and ran his hands up Jack's chest. "That's precisely why I only feed from you. Your willingness makes your blood so much sweeter."

"I'm practically a dessert for you then," he joked. Jack snuck in a quick kiss to the man's cheek.

"Practically? Mon amour, you're the world's finest delicacy."

"I think that's only to you. No one else would find me so willing."

"I should hope not." Pitch leant down, pushing Jack back onto the bed. You. are mine."

Jack smiled up at him. "Only yours."

"Mmm-hmm." Pitch licked his lips, his fangs extending. "Only mine." He gripped Jack's wrists and held them tightly above his head, stretching him out as he plunged his fangs into the side of Jack's neck. Jack moaned softly and bit his bottom lip. Oh, how he loved what those fangs could do to him. The first time he'd let Pitch bite him, he knew he'd never be able to live without the feeling again. Pitch sucked at his neck greedily. He gripped Jack's wrists with one hand and moved the other to push at Jack's pants. He pulled his mouth away with a frustrated gasp. "Damn these tight pants! Get them the fuck off right now or so help me!"

"Sorry, sorry!" He tried to reach down but still found his hands stuck in Pitch's grasp. "You need to let me go first, though," he chuckled.

Pitch released his wrists with a growl. "Hurry up."

"Yes, sir." Jack deftly undid his pants and pushed them down. He could feel a drop of blood slipping down his neck and disappearing with a swipe of his lover's tongue as he did the same to Pitch's pants.

"Thank you, mon amour." As soon as their pants were off, he had Jack flat on his back, his legs spread, and his fangs buried deep in a creamy inner thigh. A cry escaped Jack's lips before he could think to stop it. His fingers dug into the sheets above his head even as his eyes stared down at his lover. Pitch stared up at him, fiery amber meeting blue as he sucked hungrily at Jack's thigh. Rivulets of blood ran past Pitch's lips, streaking Jack's skin.

Never in his wildest dreams did Jack ever imagine he would find blood during sex such a turn on. His length jutted up obscenely between the two of them, a testament to how Pitch made him feel. Pitch hummed and released Jack's thigh. He smiled, his lips and chin covered in Jack's blood. He placed a loving kiss to the tip of Jack's length. "I have missed you too, mon amour."

"It's torture every time you leave me," he groaned. "But damn the make up sex when you get back almost makes it worth it."

"Almost?" Pitch dragged his tongue up Jack's belly and chest back towards his neck.

"Almost." Jack nodded with a shiver. He cupped the man's cheek and stroked it gently. "I love you too much for anything to be worth you being gone."

"I understand, mon amour." He rubbed his length against the wound on Jack's thigh, coating himself in a layer of Jack's blood. Pitch claimed Jack's mouth in a passionate kiss as he spread pale legs wide and thrust inside him. "I hate being away from you too." Jack wasn't sure if it was the separation or something else, but whenever his lover returned home he always felt more emotional when they made love. Tears dotted his eyes; not out of pain but out of sheer love for the man taking him. "No tears, mon amour." Pitch pressed bloody kisses to Jack's eyelids, kissing the tears away. "I only want cries of passion from you tonight."

"I'm sorry. I can't help it." Jack wiped at his cheeks and smiled teasingly up at his lover. "You're just so amazing."

"In general, or just in the bedroom?" Pitch teased as he thrust between Jack's legs, the blood on his thighs making it slick.

"Both, of course," Jack gasped.

"You're so very dear to me, mon amour," he hummed, kissing Jack deeply. He gripped Jack's hip and held him in place as he began to thrust harder into him.

Jack's smile grew breathless as the pounding against his prostate hurtled him closer to the edge. "Pitch…" He tugged him down for a kiss, their lips barely meeting between their ragged breaths.

"Mon amour, mon amour…" Pitch pulled his lips away, and, on Jack's next gasp, he plunged his fangs into the man's breast. Jack cried out and clutched him tightly, spurting cum between their bodies. Pitch growled deeply against his skin and rode him through his orgasm until he felt his own approaching. He pulled his mouth away and looked down at Jack with wild eyes. "Gonna cum inside you, mon amour. Beg for it."

"Please, love." He tugged at Pitch's hair. "I want everything you can give. Give it to me."

"Yes, mon amour. Going to give you everything I have." Pitch gripped his shoulders tightly and pounded deeply into his body and plunged his fangs once more into Jack's neck as he came deep inside him.

Jack let his head fall back, a satisfied smile on his face despite the usual dizziness. "Damn…" He ran a hand over his face, only managing to smear the blood around further. The crimson stood out in stark contrast to his pale skin.

Pitch smiled and gently pulled out of the warmth of his body, lying down beside him. "You were so good tonight." He ran lazy fingertips over Jack's chest, his eyes wandering down to see the lone bloody kiss mark on Jack's softening length. "More than worth the wait."

"Glad you think so," he chuckled. "I think I need another shower."

"I dunno. I think you look gorgeous like this."

"I don't feel like spending the rest of the night painted in my own blood."

"Then might I be allowed to offer my services? I could do with a light snack."

Jack snickered. "I wouldn't be opposed to a relaxing tongue bath."

"Very well. Just lie back like a good boy and let me do my thing."

"Yes, sir." He relaxed back into the bed with a happy sigh.

Pitch moved over every inch of his body, licking wherever there was a drop of blood, cum, sweat, or tears, until Jack was completely clean. As soon as he was done, he sat back and licked his lips with a pleased smile. "You truly are a delicious boy."

"Just for you." Jack smiled up at him and stroked a soft cheek.

"In only a few short years, you shall be my eternal mate. You will be mine, and I will be yours." He leaned into Jack's caress with a loving smile.

"Mere seconds in the span of your lifetime."

"But so long in yours. My child bride," Pitch teased, turning his head to press a kiss into Jack's palm. "As soon as you turn thirty, I make you mine eternally. Not a second later."

"I'll make sure to set a timer so we can make sure you aren't late."

"I already have several as well as a plan."

"A plan?" Jack curled up on his side against his lover.

"Mmm-hmm," Pitch hummed, pulling Jack tightly against his chest. "First, we'll have dinner. You'll be dressed in your best suit, that one that shows off your skin the best. Then I'll take you to the bathroom and strip you slowly for a round of lovemaking while we shower. And then I'll lay you down on our bed and make passionate love to you until the exact moment you turn thirty. The moment you do, I'll bite your beautiful neck and drink your blood. Then I'll cut my own neck and let you drink from me, making you my own."

"Sounds very romantic. Almost makes me want to do it right now."

"We can do most of it now. I would love to turn you right now…" Pitch scraped his fangs along Jack's neck, breathing against the vein. "But you're just so damn stubborn."

Jack shivered against him. "I am quite stubborn. If I recall correctly, it's one of the things you love most about me."

"I do. It makes the wait so much more tantalizing." Pitch smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to Jack's neck. "I'll give you your two years. I'll have the rest of eternity to have constant, twenty-four seven, passionate sex with you."

"It'll be the best eternity anyone could wish for."

"Especially you, if your reaction to our relationship so far is anything to go by," Pitch chuckled.

"Can you blame me for enjoying the sexy vampire who just so happened to walk into my life at the perfect time?"

"I can't. I am pretty sexy. However, if I recall correctly, I didn't exactly walk into your life. More like you rammed into mine. Remember?"

"Hmmmmm. I dunno...It's not my fault you walked right in front of my parkour route."

"Ah, my deepest apologies, mon amour. I should have known better than to have walked down those stairs. I should have simply teleported instead."

"Wrong. If you had teleported, we wouldn't be together and as happy as we are now."

"Thankfully for you, I do not have that ability. Vampires can't teleport, mon amour."

"Good thing they can't. I much prefer how I literally knocked you off your feet."

"Me too. You landed on me, sexy legs straddling my thighs and blue eyes staring at me in shock and just a little lust. We had our first date the next night and made love for the first time three nights laters."

"What can I say? You made a damn good impression for not flipping out when I knocked you down. It also helped how incredibly good looking you were."

"Why would I have flipped out? I had a very attractive man on top of me stuttering out apologies and offering dinner to make up for it. I was curious to see where it could lead. I knew the moment I met you at that little Italian restaurant that I was going to sleep with you very soon after and would make you mine."

"Not everyone appreciates being tackled to the ground by a stranger. I was nervous that someone so hot would hate me for it, and I wanted to make sure you didn't."

"I didn't. In fact, I thanked you for doing it four times our first night together. Remember?"

Jack snickered. "How could I forget?"

"There was the first time in this very bed. And then the kitchen table. Then against the wall. Then on the floor."

"Then on the front porch and on the sofa and in the car. You never let me forget it for a moment."

"Those were the next night," Pitch chuckled. "We didn't even make it into your apartment the next night after that. And then when it was time for me to go home, you offered to drive me back. Turns out it was just an excuse to screw me senseless one last time before we had to say good day." He smiled and kissed the back of Jack's neck. "J'adore, mon amour. Toujours."

Jack smiled and turned to kiss him. "Do you believe in fate?"

"I do every time I look into your eyes."

"You are so cheesy sometimes," he chuckled.

"You know you love it," Pitch purred, nuzzling Jack's nose. "But I mean it. Looking into your eyes, I could believe that there is such a thing as fate."

"I feel pretty much the same." Jack smiled and nuzzled him back. "I never imagined I would fit so perfectly with someone else in all ways."

"It's because you were made for me, mon amour. You're mine, now and forever."

"I'm glad I didn't have to wait as long as you did for us to find each other."

Pitch frowned, his fingers briefly freezing their motion on Jack's skin. "I didn't have to wait."

Jack looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"I've told you a little about my past. Lovers that have come and gone across the centuries."

"You have. And I don't fault you for finding happiness before me."

"I know, mon amour. You have been very kind to me in that regard." He smiled and kissed Jack's forehead. "But I never told you about Stefan."

"Was he more important to you than an average lover?" Jack sighed softly. He had a feeling where Pitch was going with this.

"Oh, yes. Much more important. I met him during the Muslim reign of Spain. He was so beautiful." Pitch sighed. "I brought him into my home as my lover, and we shared many a passionate night together. Somewhere along the way we fell in love."

"What happened with you guys?"

"I returned home one night to him lying in our bed, a smile on his face. I never meant to, but I turned him that night. I was stupid, reckless, and madly in love. When the Reconquista came, we left Spain and went to Italy. The Renaissance washed over us like a wave of cool relief. Stefan embraced it, and I loved watching him. I never noticed the bodies."

"The bodies?" A dark eyebrow raised in confusion.

"One of the first lessons a vampire is taught is to control our hunger. When to feed, how much to take, where to feed from on the body. When I turn you, this will be the first thing I teach you. In my lovesick madness, I forgot to teach this to Stefan. I fed and fucked and lived with him, but I never taught him control. As a result, he fed with wild abandon. It proved to be his doom."

"Was it a werewolf that...you know…" He didn't want to say it for fear upsetting his lover.

"Yes. An Italian pack found him while he was feeding. They chased him back to our home. I could feel his screams through the bond in our blood, and all I can remember doing is running. The last thing I saw was our home consumed in flames, Stefan running from window to window in panic as the fire swallowed him. I had never known pain like it before nor have I known its equal since. And to this day, I have sworn to avenge him by killing every last Were I can find." Pitch rolled onto his back with a sigh, pulling Jack against his side. "Don't get me wrong, I understand Stefan and I were both wrong. We were not innocents in this story."

"I had a feeling." Jack snuggled closer to him, trying to comfort him with what little warmth he could give. "A hatred as strong as what you hold for werewolves could only come from something incredibly traumatic."

Pitch snuggled closer to Jack, soaking up what little warmth he could. "The hunt continues, but the strange thing is that pain I carried with me was forgotten one night when I was knocked down by a very attractive boy. And when I tried to remember it again, I couldn't because I lost myself in the warmth of that beautiful boy's body. And every day and every night since then, that pain has lessened to nothing now, all because of you."

"Not so strange really. A new love to heal the wounds of an old one." He smiled and kissed Pitch softly.

"I would go mad if I ever lost you, mon amour," Pitch whispered against Jack's lips, running his fingers through his white hair. "I would destroy this world in memory of you."

"I think that I'll have a fantastic mentor when I'm changed, so there won't be anything to stop us from being happy forever."

"Always the optimist."

"One of us has to be." Jack grinned cheekily. "If I wasn't, our whole relationship would be doom and gloom and paranoia and angst. Thank goodness you have me."

"I wholeheartedly agree to that. You keep my heart light and carefree."

"That's my one goal in life now."

"To be the light in my life forever?"

Jack nodded. "Someone who has seen as much darkness as you have deserves to have some light."

"I only want you, mon amour."

"You have me. All to yourself. For eternity."

"And you have me. I'm all yours."

"Just what I wanted! How did you know?" Jack grinned at him.

"I have a gift," Pitch chuckled, burying his face in Jack's neck and covering it in kisses.

"A gift?" He chuckled. "What sort of gift?"

"A psychic gift, mon amour. I know exactly what you want, whenever you want it."

"Oh? That's a very handy gift for me."

"Yes, it is. Now, what do you plan on doing with it?"

Jack looked thoughtful for a moment. "I plan on getting as many kisses and massages as I possibly can from you tonight."

"Yes, mon amour."

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