John stood outside the study door shifting from one foot to another. Tonight his curiosity had been peaked and he so desperately wanted answers but was unsure if the questions that rolled around his mind were acceptable to ask.
"For fuck's sake stop lurking outside my damn door and come in John"
He jumped slightly and grinned, the way they could communicate through their thoughts still surprised him sometimes, and sent little shivers of childish glee down his spine.
"John!"
Wiping the smirk off his face John opened the door and stepped in, closing it quietly behind him. His Sire smiled at him over steepled fingers and tipped back in his chair. He raised a brow. "And what has your arse all twitchy John? You've been sending out little waves of anxiety all evening, it's incredibly distracting"
He licked his lips and shuffled his feet "I'm sorry Sire. Um, I wanted to ask some questions, but, um, I am unsure…" John trailed off, silently berating himself for still turning into a stammering moron around the older vampire. Shit, he'd been here nearly two years now.
"Drop the Sire John, how many times? And relax" Dean gestured to the couch "Sit. Take your time"
Nodding, and murmuring his thanks, John made his way over to a seat and dropped down, still falling into the sprawl he'd perfected as a human. It was a guaranteed way to piss off whichever member of authority happened to be bollocking him at the time. His Sire chuckled.
"Surprised they still managed to bollock you all spread out like that, personally I'd have preferred to fuck your rebellious little arse"
John gave thanks he was no longer capable of flushing. "Shit, cut it out Dean" He shifted position, and squirmed uncomfortably before sighing and giving in, ending up back in his lazy sprawl.
Dean grinned at him. "You can't fight it John" He gestured to his position on the couch "It was too ingrained in you as a human"
"Great"
"So, my Childe, what is it that is bothering you?"
John closed his eyes. When Dean had found him all those months ago, lying in a pool of his own blood where the other vampire had practically ripped his throat out, he had been given a choice. If he'd been given that same choice when he wasn't in the middle of dying a slow and painful death he'd like to think that he would have chosen differently, but looking up into green, kind eyes as the world around him grew dark he'd nodded, tears sliding down his face.
He started at the hand on his arm and snapped his eyes open. Dean frowned at him, those same beautiful green eyes searching his, reflecting anxiousness, apprehension. "John, what is wrong? Please"
Smiling at his Sire John laid a hand over his, thumb rubbing small circles over the pale smooth skin. "Nothing, just remembering, that's all"
Dean nodded "Good, cause when we start forgetting is when the rampaging killing sprees start happening"
John snorted then chewed on his lip "Um, Tara was talking about finding her uh, mate?"
"Ah" Dean leant back against the couch, spreading his arms along the back "You're curious?"
"Yes" He turned to look at his Sire "We're not, um…" John waved a hand vaguely.
Dean ran lazy fingers through John's hair, causing him to growl quietly "No darlin', as hot as you are and as much as I love having you in my bed we're not mates. We're Sire and Childe, we have a strong bond that allows us to sense one another, communicate with the other and draws us to protect and comfort each other but the bond that is formed between mates runs even deeper"
John raised his brows. When his transformation had been complete he'd been blown away by the connection he'd felt to the other vampire, the sense of belonging and being loved, wanted. He couldn't believe there would be something that would ever surpass that.
Dean sighed, a human habit he hadn't been able to drop, despite not needing to draw breath. "I have never found my mate, there is only one out there for each of us, I may have to wait another day or another century, depends when it's their souls turn to live, exist here on Earth, so I cannot honestly tell you what it is like, only what I have been told, what I have witnessed"
John nodded "Please?"
"When you are close to them, usually being in a five mile radius is sufficient, you will feel a tugging, a pull. It will draw you to them, help you seek them out. They may feel it but not as strongly, they may push it away as a nagging thought that they have forgotten something, or are being paranoid. Once you have felt this pull the bond will have started to form John, there will be no going back, if you try to walk away from it you will both be driven insane"
"More killing sprees?"
Dean snorted "Yeah baby, usually just before you die a painful death"
"Ah, shit"
His Sire tightened his grip on the back of Johns neck, he let out a hiss "Have you felt this John? You must tell me"
"Um no. No!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Dean. Shit, loosen the headlock will you?"
A cool hand massaged his bruised muscles "Sorry John, just got a little worried there. If you ever feel anything like this you must tell me ok?"
John winced slightly as he nodded "Ok. Um, is that because you don't want me to um, you know?"
"God no John, I wouldn't stand in the way of you being happy. I'm told it's an incredible feeling. I'd just want to make sure you were ok, safe. That's all"
"Ok. What's next?"
Dean shifted a little "Well, if all goes to plan, really great sex, a lot of emotional bonding, talking" He made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat, John grinned "And then you complete the bond"
"Uh, complete?"
"This bond is meant to last until one or both of you end John"
"Shit, I'd have to uh, turn them? Wouldn't they already be a vampire?"
"Sorry darlin', not how it works. Our mates are always human, turning them is what cements the bond, completes it"
"I have to kill the person I've apparently fallen in love with?"
"Not kill baby, turn"
"But they have to die?"
He felt Dean's hand drop to his shoulder and pull him into the other vampire's lap "Yes John"
Sprawled awkwardly over Dean he idly nuzzled into his neck, tongue darting out to taste his Sire's skin, seeking comfort. The beginnings of the idea he had been having now seemed more like a nightmare than a dream. In a way he hoped he'd never run into his mate, but then when Dean met his John could end up alone. An eternity of that didn't sound like fun. He scratched Dean's throat with one of his fangs, they'd dropped down unnoticed as he lost himself in his thoughts.
His Sire growled quietly and gripped his hair, pulling his face up to meet his "None of that until you tell me the rest John" John squirmed a little and got a slightly more aggressive growl in response, the grip tightened and twisted. "Tell me"
Fuck, his body never knew what to do when Dean began to turn on his dominance. Apparently this time it was going for fear, along with a half hard dick. Great. "Would I have known my mate when I was human? I mean, could you have loved them, or wanted them, before?"
Dean raised a brow and released him "You have someone in mind?"
"I, um, I don't know. We weren't, you know, but he was uh, special. I think. Maybe"
The other vampire rolled his eyes, not something John had seen before "No wonder you weren't fucking him John, you sound about as sure as a fucking high school junior"
"Hey! I never was great at this shit"
"You're a hot, kick arse vampire John, you should have improved by now"
"Yeah, well, apparently not" John muttered.
"Do you wanna go see him baby?"
John swallowed. If he went, if he felt 'it' for him, he'd set in motion a whole giant wheel of fucked-upness, not least having to turn someone who he cared about, did care about, still did? Crap. And if he didn't feel the pull, the tug, what then? Would he be able to forget, move on? Certainly in Dean's arms it was easier but he couldn't stay there forever, especially when one day another vampire would be curled into his Sire's lap, sharing a bond stronger than theirs. "Fuck" he whispered.
"John?" Dean trailed a finger down his throat, dipping it below the neckline of his tee "If I ever found my mate I wouldn't be able to take you to my bed anymore but I would never leave you alone, you hear me? You are my Childe, I love you. And I can't promise there won't be jealousy, just as there will be when you meet yours and my touch will no longer be welcome but our bond cannot be broken, not by anyone. Neither of us will be alone again, ever"
He looked at Dean through his lashes and bit his lip, watching his Sire's pupils dilate a little. "Thank you Sire. I love you too"
Dean growled quietly and slid his hand back into John's hair "Do you want to go John?" He brushed cool lips up his throat.
John whimpered, feeling himself harden even more, and tipped his head back further allowing his Sire better access to his neck. A cool tongue ran slick patterns over his skin, flicking over his pulse point. He shivered slightly. "I..yes, please"
Dean nipped at his skin then pulled his head down so he could look John in the eyes. "Then we go, tomorrow after sunset. Tonight you're all mine" He grinned a predatory grin at him "Just in case this is my last chance to fuck this beautiful body of yours into oblivion"
"Fuck"
His Sire hummed and flipped them onto the floor, rolling his hips into John's "Oh yeah, until you scream my name baby"
John hated himself a little for the whine that was forced from his lips at Dean's words then gasped as his t-shirt was ripped open and sharp teeth grazed over his nipple causing beads of blood to raise to the surface. Lapping at the liquid the older vampire groaned and moved down, opening up more small wounds over John's chest and stomach.
"Taste so good John, so fucking beautiful like this"
Feeling his cock begin to dampen at its tip John moaned and gently thrust up into the man hovering over him. The pleasure he got from his Sire feeding from him was still as strong as it was those first few days he'd spent with him, curled in Dean's bed, seeking reassurance, comfort. He knew later, when Dean was thrusting inside of him, those teeth would sink into his neck, making him cum with a force he never thought possible.
His Sire groaned "Keep those dirty thoughts to yourself boy or I'll fuck you right now and I really don't want to break you, yet"
John thrust up again "Please"
Dean chuckled "Not yet baby" John felt him slide down even further and grip his now steadily leaking cock that was soaking through his sweats. "So wet already for me John" He sucked him though the material, the friction sending pulses of pleasure up John's body, causing his balls to tighten.
"Dean" He breathed.
"Oh yeah" His sweats were yanked down and then hotwetsuction, shit. John wrapped his hands round Dean's head, pushing up into his mouth, moaning at the feeling of hitting the back of the other vampires throat. Dean growled around him sending vibrations up his length. "Fuck!"
John's hands were wrenched away and pinned to the floor, his Sire rising up above him. "Greedy little vampire. Tonight is mine" And Dean's lips were pushing down onto his, tongue forcing its way in claiming and swirling and sucking, hips grinding down, the rough denim dragging across his bare cock. John whimpered, sound lost in the mouth crushed against his.
Dean pulled away and John moaned, looking up into blown green eyes, glazed with lust, tongue darting out at the sight of bruised wet lips. God, the man was ridiculously pretty. The other vampire smirked at him. "Pretty isn't quite what I was going for"
John growled "Get outta my head Winchester" He flipped them. "My turn to taste" Not bothering with Dean's shirt John ripped open his jeans and pulled them low enough to release his cock. Swallowing him down he gave a little hum causing the dick in his mouth to twitch and his Sire to groan, then sucking hard John swirled his tongue over the length and drew small, slick circles round the tip, hungrily lapping up the taste of Dean.
"Enough"
John looked up, running his tongue over his lips, catching the last of the liquid that was spread around his mouth. Dean growled. "Stay there" Pushing himself up to stand in front of John he kicked off his jeans and boxers, pulled off his socks and dragged his shirt over his head. Still on his hands and knees John rocked slightly and gave a little appreciative moan at the sight of his naked Sire.
"Yeah, you look real pretty too baby. Don't move" Stepping out of sight John felt him move behind him, his cock jerked in anticipation. Then a cool tongue ran between his arse cheeks and swirled around his entrance.
"Shit"
"Hmm, should have taken this upstairs, no lube down here"
"Shit"
"Don't worry darlin', gonna make you nice and wet"
John trembled slightly, his dick was practically forming puddles on the floor below him now. As Dean's hand appeared in front of him he took the fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them.
"Good boy. Now hold still"
Another last swirl of the tongue and then a finger was pushing in, John relaxed against the pressure and quietly moaned as it slid in, crooking slightly to brush his prostate. "Shit Dean, not yet"
His Sire gave a dark chuckle and added a second finger, brushing against the bundle of nerves inside of him. His dick jumped. "Dean!"
"Just hold out for me John. Won't be long now"
Cursing quietly John squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to think about anything except the fingers in his arse and, oh shit, yeah the hand on his dick. "Not fair" he gasped.
"Hmm" Then the fingers were gone and the hand wrapped around his dick was gone and Dean was gripping his hips.
"Oh shit" murmured John.
"Uh huh" Dean thrust.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck"
Dean stilled while John adjusted to him, as soon as he relaxed his Sire moved again. Small thrusts to start, then each time he pulled out a little further and pushed in a little harder until John was being practically driven into the floor. Dean growled and wrapped an arm around John, pulling his back against him, still thrusting, centering on his prostate. Then his head was pushed to the side and fangs sank deep into his neck, his blood being taken in long pulls.
John's whole body was shaking "Shit, Dean" He couldn't take much more of this now, the feeding and the fucking overwhelming his senses and then a hand wrapped around his weeping cock and stroked.
"Fuck it!" John saw stars and came hard.
The next night.
Dean lay back on the scratchy motel sheets and pillowed the back of his head on his hands. A few moments later his eyes widened in surprise at the sudden rush of want rolling over him from his Childe. He quickly shut down their connection.
"Well fuck me" he murmured "The boy was right"
John stood and looked up at the apartment building, he licked his lips nervously. As soon as he'd driven to the outskirts of the town he'd felt the pull, the tug of his mate's presence. Pulling over he'd jumped out the car and paced by the side of the road, mind racing. Shit, he hadn't really thought that he was right about this, had kinda hoped he was wrong. But now he'd started it he couldn't stop it, that was what Dean had said. That was the choice he had made when he'd come here. Leaving the car behind he'd followed his instincts, let himself be guided by the pull, the feeling of want and desire, all the while telling himself it could be someone else. It was a big town, lots of people.
But standing here now, looking up at the window where a faint light shone, he knew, deep down in his soul that it was him. Slipping in behind another resident John slowly climbed the stairs, preparing himself for facing the man who he was pretty sure he'd loved as a human, and he damn well wanted now he was a vampire. He snorted to himself. This was going to be complicated 'Oh hey I'm not dead, well technically yeah, but not really. Oh and by the way I need to have sex with you and make you a vampire otherwise we're both gonna die horribly'. "Fuck" he whispered.
Raising his hand to knock at the door John rolled his shoulders and hesitated. You're a fucking vampire John, grow a fucking pair. His fist landed on the wood. As he stood in the shadows of the hallway his sharp ears picked out the sounds of footsteps heading in his direction. Bare feet padding over carpet, even breaths, the steady beat of the heart of his mate. John offered up a small prayer to whatever God took notice of undead monsters. Please still be hot.
The door swung open and John grinned in the darkness. Oh yeah, still hot. The man frowned slightly into the hall and stepped back.
"Cameron"
He stopped, hand frozen on the door, jaw twitching "John?" He whispered.
John took a metaphorical breath and stepped out of the shadows. "So, how you been?"
Then Cameron's fist connected with his jaw. "Hey!" He rubbed his face, that had actually stung a little, he was impressed. The man had been working out. "What the hell?"
"Two years John" The other man hissed. "Two fucking years" He turned and stalked back into his apartment, leaving the door swinging on its hinges.
John eyed the open door "Bollocks" He told it.
Cameron reappeared, a beer gripped between two fingers. "I didn't leave the door open for some fresh air John"
John looked at him. Say it for fuck's sake.
He sighed "For fuck's sake get in here before I change my mind"
"Thank you" Murmured John and stepped over the threshold.
Cameron looked at him curiously then shrugged, moving to take a seat on the couch. He took a long gulp of beer, John watched his throat work as he swallowed. His cock twitched. Shit. Sprawling in the recliner John attempted to hide his half hard cock and push out the urge to just take his mate right here, right now. They sat in silence.
"What the fuck are you doing here Sheppard?"
John winced at his last name. "Actually I was hoping to go with 'where the fuck have you been?' first"
Cameron glared at him. He could sense anger and hurt rolling off his mate, his lips twitching as a hint of desire nudged his mind. John shifted attempting to subtly adjust himself. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips. Another burst of desire rolled over him from the couch. He grinned at his mate, Cameron was feeling the effects of their bond. All he had to do was get him to stop resisting it.
"It's not fucking funny John. Start talking"
"Oh yes Sir" John ripped off the laziest salute he could muster.
"John" And oh God, he'd actually growled at him. John felt his pupils dilate a little. Shit, better get the talking done quick.
"The night before I was supposed to ship out for McMurdo I went to a bar, picked up a guy…" John revelled in the fresh rush of anger and jealousy "…as soon as we were out the bar I was being dragged down the side alley. He was so strong, I pulled out every trick I knew but I couldn't get free"
He was left breathless by the emotions being sent his way. "Shit" he murmured and shook his head.
"John, were you..did he..?"
"No" John fixed his eyes with Cameron's. "I was murdered Cameron, I died in that alley"
Disbelief, rage, confusion "You don't seem so dead to me John"
"He was a vampire Cam" John sat back and waited.
"I hate you"
"No you don't. Right now you're pissed and confused, also a little horny" John smirked at him.
"Excuse me?!"
"I can tell Cam, it's coming off you in waves"
"Right, because now you're a vampire you can tell when someone wants in your pants"
John smiled at him, allowing the predator to come forward, his fangs slid down "Yeah" He growled "I can"
A fresh rush of want, undercut by fear filled his nostrils, seeped into his mind, causing him to growl again "Shit Cam, you need to stop doing that, at least for now"
The other man just sat and stared, blinking at him. "Stop what?" He said dazedly.
"Thinking about sex, it's very.." John licked his lips "…tempting"
"I'm not. And don't even fucking think about it"
"Too late" John closed his eyes, pushed down the beast and attempted to block out his mate. For now it was the only thing he could do.
"John?" Cameron was standing now but he wasn't backing away. "You really need to tell me what the hell is happening"
He nodded. "Right, ok, sorry. You're just kinda fucking with my spidey senses at the moment"
"Spidey senses?"
"We'll get to that" John shifted "The man who attacked me was taken out by another vampire. There's good ones and bad ones, just like humans. Lucky for me this other guy happened to also be in the bar and watched us leave, growing suspicious of the other vampires actions he decided to follow us. Unfortunately by the time he got to me it was too late, I was bleeding out, everything was growing dark. He offered to save me, told me the consequences, and I agreed"
"I was going to come and see you before, about six months after it happened but then my Sire brought me a paper one morning. My dogtags had been found in the alley covered in my blood, I was officially missing presumed dead. Then I thought about having to explain to you what happened and what I was now, and it seemed easier to just let it go. Walk away from everything"
Cameron rubbed his temples "You're a stupid fucking bastard Sheppard"
"Thank you Cameron"
The other man clenched his jaw "And if I actually believe this shit then I have to wonder why you're here now? Get a little peckish did we?"
"In a way" John closed his eyes as his mate's emotions burst through the block he'd put up, he tried to push back want, desire, lust. "Shit Cam"
"What?!"
John moved, fast. Cameron blinked up at the man straddling his hips, then struggled to push him off. John didn't budge an inch. Cam swore quietly, he'd always been the stronger man, his muscle mass greater than John's. "When I punched you didn't even step back"
"That'd be the super strength"
"You're um, quick"
"Uh huh"
"Shit"
"Hmm" This may not have been a good idea. With his mate trapped under him, sat on the couch, his scent was intoxicating. His body radiated warmth, while the quickening beat of his heart was pounding in John's ears, along with the sound of rushing blood. As he felt the realisation hit Cameron it was quickly followed by fear, panic. John reached out searching for the desire he'd felt earlier. He grinned, oh yeah, there it was, now to give it a little nudge.
John gripped his mates chin raising his face and tilting it slightly to the side, Cameron's eyes widened and darkened "John?"
"Shh, won't hurt you I promise" Then he was dipping his head, running his tongue over the sensitive flesh of his mates throat. John moaned, this was so good, so sweet, he had no idea what the taste of Cameron's blood would do for him but his cock was getting pretty desperate to find out. His fangs slid down, gently grazing the skin. The man started to struggle underneath him again, panic rising.
John leant back, whimpering a little at the loss of contact, of taste. "Cameron" he growled "You need to relax"
"Relax!" He squirmed again "Jesus John, stop. Get the fuck off"
"No"
"John!"
"No, don't want to"
"Stubborn fucking bastard"
"That's horny stubborn fucking bastard to you"
Cameron hissed in a breath. "Please John. At least explain what the fuck is going on? You telling me you can't get laid elsewhere?"
"Of course I can Cameron, look at me. But I only want you. Have to have you" He felt his mates cock harden beneath his thigh and John moaned, rolling his hips into it "I know you can feel it Cameron, the connection, it must have been niggling at you for hours now, right around the time I drove into town. And as I get closer it gets stronger, right now with me on top of you like this it must be practically screaming at you. That's why this…" John ran a finger up Cam's jean covered cock "….is begging me to fuck you, even if you can't say it"
His mates eyes clouded over, lust glazing the startling blue. "Shit" he whispered.
John hummed and pressed his lips to Cameron's "That's it baby, just give in to it. I'm gonna make it so good for you I promise" Cameron whimpered and John pushed his tongue through his parted lips, stroking over his tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Uncertainty began to annoyingly interrupt the lovely feelings of pleasure currently sparking through John's body, prodding away at his state of bliss at the taste of Cameron Mitchell. He growled and got to his feet, placing himself at the other side of the room to his mate, folding his arms across his chest. "What now?"
Cameron attempted to glare at him, the effect being slightly lost due to the blown pupils and quick pants that gave away his desire. John smirked at him. "Wipe that smug look off your face Sheppard" Cam shifted "Look, apart from the fact I'm dealing with the slightly terrifying realisation that vampire's are real, and you're one of them, I'm also pretty sure I never wanted in a guys pants before"
John raised a brow. Back when he was human he'd been pretty sure Cameron Mitchell was straight too, that's why he'd never attempted to initiate any touch, or any conversation that could lead to some embarrassing revelations, and possibly the end of his career. But he'd wanted him, hell their close friendship had been sweet torture, John not being able to decide whether being around him without the sex was worse than not being around him at all.
"And yet your cock is saying otherwise Cameron" He purred.
Cam's fingers dug into the fabric of the couch and he swallowed "Have you done something to me John? To make me want this?"
"So you do want it?"
"Answer the damn question"
"The only thing I did was drive into town Cam. The rest is out of my control, we were meant to be, you are meant to be mine"
Another rush of fear, want. John hummed "Yeah, you like the sound of that don't you?" He dropped his barriers, time for Cameron to get a taste of what John was feeling for a change. Their bond was new, weak but it was enough for the human to be able to pick up on John's currently raw emotions, skim his mind.
The man in front of him thunked his head back onto the couch, eyes fluttering closed. "Holy fucking shit. What is that?" His hips rolled slightly and John fought the urge to haul him off to bed.
"That's the beginning of our bond Cameron, you're feeling what I am, sensing my thoughts, picking up on my emotions, my desires"
"Stop" The other man whispered.
"No, I'm sorry Cameron but I can't. Now it's started I can't stop it. If I walk away we will both slowly sink into insanity, and I will die, shortly after ripping the throats from any unfortunate humans who happen to be around me at the time"
Cam raised his head and tried to focus on John, a slight sheen of sweat glistened on his skin "Why?"
"Because you're my mate, and I am yours. I can't live without you, my soul would shatter, I would become a monster and then I would end"
The other man blinked slowly. "I fucking mourned you John"
A wave of hurt and despair rolled over the desire, causing John to swallow back a weird sick feeling. Settling back over his mate before the man had time to take another breath John ran fingers through his hair and dipped his mouth to his ear. "I'm so sorry Cameron. I won't leave you again, ever, I promise baby" He felt the exhaustion of the human, the strain of resisting taking its toll. "You have to give in Cameron, you're making yourself sick, please" John pressed his mouth against warm lips. "Please?" He murmured.
Cam rolled under him slightly and nodded, not moving his mouth from John's.
"Thank you Cameron"
John moaned as he swept his tongue over his mates, revelling in his warmth. Tonight would be the last time he would get to feel Cam like this, skin warm, blood rushing, heart beating strong in his chest, he meant to make the most of it. Taste all of him, touch everywhere. He forced his feelings into the other man's mind, swallowing his groans and rocking over the hardness in his jeans. Cameron's hands slid into his hair, gripping him, pulling him in tighter to his body. "Fuck" muttered John. He pulled away and stood, grinning at his mates little whimper.
He held out his hand "Bedroom Cameron, I'm not fucking you on a couch for our first time"
Standing silently Cam grabbed his hand and led him down the hall, pushing open a door and stepping into the master bedroom. John pushed himself up against his back and wound his arms around his waist, nuzzling into his neck. "Strip for me baby" He stepped back.
Not turning around Cameron pulled off his t-shirt revealing taut muscles, tanned smooth skin stretching as he flicked open the button fly on his jeans and pushed them down, kicking them off his feet. John growled quietly, the man had been going commando and now he stood, back to John, naked skin shining in the soft lamp light. Eyeing his mates now bare arse John let him see just what he intended to do it later and Cameron let out a little whine, fear now almost undetectable under the pure want, lust.
Humming quietly John stepped forward, running his hands up the humans back, kneading hard muscle. "Just relax baby" He walked around to face him. Dropping his eyes John took in all the skin on display for him, frowning slightly at the crisscrossed scars across Cameron's thigh. He dragged a finger over them and Cam flinched slightly "Won't have to worry about these anymore, no more pain, no more aches"
Licking his lips he ran his eyes over his mate's cock, now completely hard and leaking slightly at the tip. He growled again and wrapped his hand around it, gently pulling on the skin, dragging it slowly up and down. Cameron shuddered. "John"
"Oh yeah, you're going to enjoy this baby. I was good before but as a vampire I'm pretty outstanding, if I do say so myself" He leant in and brushed his lips over Cam's "There's a few upsides to not needing to breathe.." John went to his knees "…or swallow"
"Shit"
"Hmm" Placing his tongue at the base of the cock in front of him John ran it up the sensitive underside, lapping at the drops of pre-cum forming at the head and running down Cameron's length. Cam groaned and gently rested his hands on John's shoulders. Opening wide John wrapped his mouth around his mate's cock, sucking and licking he took his lover in until he felt him hit the back of his throat. Tracing his tongue along the underside again he pulled back then sucked the man back down. Hollowing out his cheeks and sucking John gripped Cam's thighs, careful not to hurt him, and nodded gently.
"Crap" whispered Cam, and thrust gently. Moaning as the man above him thrust harder into his mouth John could feel his own cock swelling, balls tightening. The taste of him was overwhelming, John was pretty sure the first few times they fucked it was going to be embarrassingly quick. As soon as he felt Cameron swell in his mouth he pulled back, whimpering a little at the loss of taste, fullness.
Cam growled. John ran a slick stripe across his hip bone, nipping gently "Next time Cameron, I want you to cum when I'm inside of you tonight"
His mate shuddered and rolled his hips, gently bumping John's nose. Rising to his feet he pulled Cameron over to the bed, gently shoving him until he was laid out on his back, head propped on the pillows. Drinking in the sight of his mate, all flushed skin and dripping cock, John moaned and pushed the heel of his hand into his own crotch. "You're not good for my control baby" Then he flicked open the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and reaching for his fly. He paused grinning as he heard the man on the bed's heart speed up another notch. Looking at him through his lashes he pushed his jeans and boxers off in one movement and kicked them to one side.
Cameron closed his eyes and swallowed. "Look at me Cameron"
As he opened his eyes Cameron's cock jerked and more liquid rolled from the tip, dripping down onto his stomach. "Glad I please you as much as you please me" John stalked to the bottom of the bed and crawled up between the mans legs, unable to resist lapping up more of his taste as he passed.
"John" warned Cam.
He grinned up at him and shifted, settling between strong thighs, pinning their cocks between them. Rocking slightly John leaned down for another taste, tongue delving into his lovers hot wet mouth. Moaning at the sensations John ground down further onto their cocks, the beautiful feeling of friction sending sparks of pleasure across his nerves. The man under him squirmed and muttered into his mouth. John raised his head and looked down questioningly.
"You need to stop that John" panted Cam.
"Hmm, yeah me too" He gently circled his hips once more then pushed himself up to a kneeling position "Hands and knees Cam"
"No"
"What?"
"No John. You want this? I have to see you"
John frowned "It'll hurt more this way the first time"
"Doesn't matter"
"Cam.."
"John, please. Don't you think you owe me, after what I'm giving you?"
"Fuck"
"Yes, this way"
John growled "Fine" Reaching for the lube he'd dropped on the bed earlier, unnoticed by Cam, he clicked open the lid and poured some over his hand and down between his mate's legs.
"John?" The uncertainty was back.
"Baby, you got your own way once, believe me you're gonna thank me for this in a little while"
"Shit"
"Relax Cameron, you're too special for me to ever hurt you, I promise"
John slid his mouth back down over Cameron's cock, it was only half hard now which was understandable. As his tongue swirled around the velvet skin he began to feel it swell again in his mouth and Cam let out a little moan. John pushed one finger between his arse cheeks and slid inside his lover, groaning at hottightwet. His lovers breath hitched and John felt him tense around his finger. Sucking hard and curling up to brush the man's prostate he was rewarded with another spurt of pre-cum and his name ground out from above him.
Sliding in a second finger while Cam was still coming down from discovering the wonderful possibilities of locating his prostate John groaned again and rewarded his mate with another wiggle of his fingers.
"Shit John, stop"
His cock slid free of John's mouth. "Did I hurt you baby?"
Cameron attempted to even out his breaths "Yes, no, shit yes but stop doing that if you still want me to wait. Jesus"
John smirked at him. "Say hello to your prostate Cameron" He curled his fingers and his mate cried out his name. "One more, won't be long till I'm in you, I promise"
"Hurry the fuck up John"
He growled quietly and forcefully pushed in a third finger "Quick enough for you honey?" Cameron cursed him out and writhed on his fingers, but his cock stayed swollen, twitching and leaking over his stomach. John made a little approving noise and twisted his fingers gently, then slowly scissored them out. His mate quieted and took a shaky breath, clenching and unclenching around him.
"That's it Cameron, take your time, explore how it feels" John moved inside of him again, another slow twist, gentle stretch.
"God John, I can't..it's like…shit"
"Tell me baby" John pressed a kiss to his stomach.
"All I can see is you" Cam whispered.
John groaned with pleasure, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed the lube, slicking himself up. "Have to be in you now"
"Please"
The waves of love and want and desire being sent his way made John's body ache, his fangs sliding down in preparation for the taking of his mate. Sliding an arm under Cameron's hips, slightly raising them, John tapped into his last shred of control over the beast inside of him and slowly, inch by agonising inch, pushed his way into his soul mate.
Head bowed over Cameron's body, John clenched his jaw and waited, allowing the human below him to adjust. Muscles fluttered around his cock. "Cam" he ground out.
A hand brushed down his chest and he looked up into his mate's darkened gaze, the stunning blue nearly lost to pupils blown wide. "I'm ready John"
Wiping away the single tear that had escaped and ran down his lovers cheek John pressed his lips to Cam's. "Will you forgive me?" He whispered.
Cameron wrapped his legs around John and gripped his arms "Everyday, until my end"
Growling John pulled back and thrust deep into his mate, tongue laving the sensitive skin on his neck. As his cock relentlessly thrust over the man's prostate John sank his fangs deep into his neck, drinking down the sweet, sweet taste of Cameron Mitchell.
Dean slammed upright on the bed, hot white stripes shooting over his stomach and chest. Cursing he shut the door on the connection to his Childe. His barrier must have slipped down as he slept.
He gave a shaky laugh. John's mate must be one hell of a fuck.
Four days later.
General Jack O'Neill ran his eyes over the official letter of resignation and the signed debrief papers. They'd been delivered to his office this morning, dated yesterday. Looking over the other, slightly less official letter currently in his hand he pursed his lips in thought.
Jack,
I hope this letter is never included in my official resignation papers but is, of course, ultimately your decision.
Some years ago I met someone who became very special to me, their loss shortly before my accident was devastating. Now they are back and I have a second chance, another shot at what has been missing in my life for too long now.
Unfortunately the regs will not allow me to have both this and my spot on SG-1. If our government and military ever manage to collectively pull their heads out their arses I hope you'll think about having me back.
I think we all know I never really led them, you trained them too well for that, but they have all become friends, a family even. Please tell them how much I will miss them, how sorry I am I couldn't say goodbye in person.
I want to thank you, for the opportunities you handed to me, and for your friendship.
Take care, Cameron.
Jack sighed and dropped the letter into the shredder. Picking up the phone in his office he dialled.
"Jack?"
"Hi Carter"
Two months later.
Cameron uncurled and stretched, flexing his arm muscles, grinning at the absence of the usual twinge in his thigh when he would wake.
His mate snorted beside him "It's been two months Cam"
Cam rolled onto his side and nuzzled into John's neck, tongue flicking out for a taste. "And I'm still enjoying, John" Sliding his hand back under the comforter he wrapped his fingers around the older vampire's cock and stroked gently. John twitched in his grip and let out a low growl.
"You know for a straight guy you're awfully handsy"
Cameron huffed against his throat. "You complaining Shep?" He tightened his grip and ran his thumb over the head of his mate's cock.
John hummed. "Well, there could be a little more…"
Their door shook as a fist pounded on it from the other side.
"Fuck" Cameron released his mate and rolled onto his back.
"Need to talk to you, study now!" Yelled Dean from the other side of the door "And put some fucking clothes on first!"
They heard him stalk down the hallway muttering to himself.
"Shit" Cam rolled out of bed and went to retrieve his jeans. Although his bond to the older vampire wasn't as strong as his mates he'd still picked up on the waves of worry rolling off him and into their bedroom. He'd only ever known Dean to be cool, calm and completely in control.
"Yeah baby" John was pulling a tee over his head, running a hand through his hair. He grabbed Cameron's hand "Come on, don't worry, he's not at the angry stage yet"
"It's the 'yet' I'm worried about"
John snorted and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before dragging him out of the room and down the stairs.
Once his transformation had been complete Cameron had left town with John, moving into the sprawling stone-built ranch nestled in 30 acres of Texan land that was their nest. It had instantly felt like home, and not just because the scent of his mate and his GrandSire had permeated the old stone, but it had reminded him of his parents house, albeit on a slightly larger scale.
Dean had welcomed him without question, John's obvious happiness seeming to please him. They'd spoken alone only once, as his mate had slept upstairs, and Dean had reassured him that he was family now, that he belonged here. There was a tugging on his hand.
"Cam?" John looked at him questioningly.
He realised he'd stopped on the bottom step, lost in thought. Cameron smiled at his mate "Sorry, just thinking"
"Uh oh"
"Hey!"
"When you've quite finished your chick flick moment I'd be so honoured if you could join me" Dean's growl vibrated through his head.
"Shit" John yanked him off the stairs and made his way to the study.
"Sit, for Christ's sake" Dean waved a hand at them. He was propped against his desk, ankles crossed, arms folded across his chest.
John dropped down onto the couch leaving a seat empty between him and his mate. He was guessing he needed to concentrate completely on whatever it was that had Dean so pissed. He frowned, the feelings washing over him from his Sire were even more intense now they were in the same room. Dean was usually so careful at keeping their connection muted, especially since Cam had arrived.
Dean sighed "I'm sorry John, I'm trying to control it but I'm a little wired right now, not to mention extremely pissed"
John waved a hand "Doesn't matter Dean, what's wrong?"
"I've never told either of you how I was turned, my life before this" He gestured vaguely to the room. Both younger vampire's shook their heads, staying silent, wondering where the hell this was going.
"I don't have much time, need to leave as soon as the sun sets but I wanted to explain before I took off. I may be gone a while"
"A while?" Echoed Cam.
"Yeah darlin'" Dean ran a hand through his hair. "I was turned twelve years ago whilst on a hunt along with my younger brother Sam"
John raised his brows "You have a brother?"
"Yeah, we were close until all this shit went down. My family didn't hunt animals John, we hunted monsters, demons, things like us"
Cameron sucked in a breath.
"Sucks doesn't it" Dean grimaced "It wasn't until we became what we hunted that we understood that not all monsters were evil, there's good and bad versions of them, just like humans. I thought Sam would deal much better with our situation than me, I was always the quick-tempered one, the thick-headed one but he really struggled to find his feet, find a place for himself in our new world. Our Sire was a rogue vamp, like the one who attacked you" he gestured at John. "So we had no nest, no family to help us through it"
"I found this place a year after we were turned and made the decision to stay. It was isolated enough to keep us safe and let us work out what the hell we were going to do. I also kinda hoped it would give Sammy time to adjust, have a stable home, somewhere he felt safe. But a couple of months after we moved in he left. Said he had to find his own place, figure out what he was going to do alone. There was a time I would have followed him, or knocked him the fuck out to keep him here, but looking down the long dark tunnel that is eternal life seems to change your outlook on things"
"Over the years I ventured out more and more, using my new found strength to protect people, hunt down the rogue's, take them out. Matthew and Tara also became my Children, after I was too late to save their human life, and then came you"
"What happened to Sam?"
Dean turned his gaze on Cameron "About five years ago he got in touch. Said he'd found his mate and had joined another nest. I discreetly checked them out, they seemed like the good guys so I left well alone. We speak regularly now, but it's still not like it was. Not sure it'll ever be" He forced out a breath. "But he's still my brother, and we share a Sire, and he's in trouble. His nest is being threatened, a bunch of Werewolves have moved into their territory, want them out. I'm going to give him a hand"
"Then we come too"
"No John. It's too dangerous, I won't put you at risk, especially now you've found Cameron. If one of you was lost the effect would be devastating" Dean shifted a little "And you're my family, my Childe and GrandChilde, it goes against every instinct in my body to take you into danger"
"Dean, you'll need us there, let us help. If you don't come back it'll be just as bad"
"No it won't Cam. You can both continue without me but not without each other" The older vampire pointed at him "You stay here, if you follow me I'll kick both your arses and you can spend eternity as little piles of dust you hear me?"
"Shit Dean.."
He growled, causing little shivers of fear to run up John's spine "No John. I mean it. Werewolves are strong fuckers, fast too, in vampire years you're both too young to be strong enough"
Six weeks later
John screamed as the pain tore across his stomach, doubling over in the shower, fighting the desire to just pass out. The door flew open.
"John?!"
"Dean, downstairs" John panted "Now"
"Shit"
Hearing his mate on his heels Cameron sped up, he could smell the blood now. His fangs slid down and he growled. Sliding to his knees in the entrance hall he shut the smell of the blood out and rested a hand on Dean's cheek. "Dean? GrandSire? Can you hear me?" He prodded Dean's mind and swallowed when all he found was darkness.
A hand gripped his shoulder. "Let me see Cameron"
Cam watched John run his hands over Dean's body, nose following, trying to assess the damage. He fought down a peculiar wave of jealousy.
"Not the same baby" John lifted Dean in his arms "Get all the blood we have Cameron, we need to try to get him to feed" He tilted his head "Matthew and Tara are on their way. He can at least take from Tara, she's unmated"
Cam nodded and headed towards the kitchen. "He can have your's if he needs it John"
"Thank you my love"
Three days later.
John woke to a gentle tugging on his wrist, he opened his eyes and smiled. His Sire was still unconscious but was feeding from him, meaning Dean was slowly fighting his way back from wherever his mind had taken him in order to heal. The first two days had been terrifying, each of them in turn curling around him, minds trying to seek his out, forcing blood down his throat to encourage his body to heal.
Dean had always sheltered his family, kept them safe, shielded from the other monsters that roamed the Earth. The realisation that even they were prey, could be killed, hurt, had sent shock waves through them. John frowned, when his Sire was up to full strength they were all going to have a little chat about what was and was not acceptable to be hidden from them.
He hissed as the fangs sank deeper into his skin, this was the beast feeding, acting on instinct and it wasn't gentle.
"John?"
"It's ok Cam. He's feeding in his sleep"
"He's hurting you"
"He doesn't know. I'm fine my love"
"Let me take my turn"
"No, you're not ready baby. Rest, I'll call you when it's time"
"I hate this"
"I know. Thank you Cameron"
"You owe me really great sex when this is done"
"It'll be my pleasure"
Cameron pulled the comforter up to their necks and wrapped himself around his mate. Dean still hadn't woken but his fever had left him and he was feeding more frequently now, leaving all of them drained and exhausted. Earlier he'd ordered the other three to go out and feed, with instructions to bring back as much fresh blood as they could for John.
When they'd returned he'd gently removed his GrandSire's fangs from his mate's wrist and lifted John from the bed, carrying him to their room. Tara had followed him with four pints of fresh blood and placed them in the fridge that stood near their bed.
She'd laid a hand on his arm and smiled up at him
"We will take the next three shifts Cameron, we are well fed, thanks to you. Comfort your mate, make sure you both feed" She gestured to the fridge "We will call if there is a change"
"Thank you Tara" He smiled tiredly at her. "Are you resting? Finding comfort?" Cam was a little worried that she was the only unmated, currently conscious, vampire in the nest.
"Yes Cameron" She patted his arm. "You must have been the boss as a human"
"Um, I was?"
"You are the youngest of us, yet you take charge, as does John. You also think of others before yourself"
"Are you saying I'm bossy?"
"Maybe a little, in a good way"
He half-heartedly glared at her "If you need anything you come to us"
"Of course Cam, thank you"
A tongue ran along his collar-bone, stirring him from his thoughts. John hummed into his skin. Cameron pulled away, slightly frowning at his mate's whimper.
"John, are you with me baby?"
He hummed again and shifted trying to regain contact with Cam.
"John? Sweetheart I can't give you anymore, I'm sorry. You need to wake up to drink"
Cameron hissed as John gripped him, forcing his face into the younger vampire's throat, fangs scratching his skin "Shit, John?"
"John!"
"Just a taste baby"
"No, wake up you bastard"
John growled and opened his mouth.
"Fuck" "John!"
His mate grumbled in his sleep and pulled back, he groaned as his eyes fluttered open. "Shit Cameron, I'm so sorry"
"Hey, it's ok. You're exhausted, you shouldn't have let him feed for so long"
"I don't know what else to do"
Cam shivered at the little wave of despair that rolled off his lover. He pressed a kiss to his mouth "You're doing great John, he's getting better"
"And I'm neglecting you, hurting you"
He frowned at him "Shut up you dick, I shall merely add this to your 'I owe Cameron hot sex' list"
John smiled weakly at him. "I need to feed my love"
"I'll get you some" Cameron winced as his feet hit the floor and his legs wobbled.
His mate growled quietly "And you too baby"
The next day.
Dean stirred and shifted slightly, groaning at the pounding in his head. He tensed as the arm thrown around his waist tightened its grip.
"Sire?"
"Tara?" He whispered.
"Yes. It is so good to hear your voice Sire. We thought…"
He winced as her relief washed over him, traces of despair fluttering around the edges. "Hey" He gingerly turned in her embrace, pulling her in closer "It's ok my Childe, I'm fine, I'm back"
Tara nodded against his chest and looked up at him "You must feed again Sire, you'll still be weak"
Dean looked her over, prodding gently at her mind, her memories. He frowned "Not from you darlin', or any of the others"
She sighed. "Dean.."
"No Tara. Fetch me some fresh from the fridge. I've taken enough from you, all of you. Fuck, you all feel exhausted"
"We gladly did what was needed"
"Hmm" Dean slid a hand into her blonde waves and pressed his lips to hers, moaning quietly as she opened her mouth, brushing her tongue across his. Reluctantly pulling back he smiled down at her. "Thank you my Childe, now you must get out of my bed before I do something that will cause me to relapse"
She pouted up at him "As long as you promise I can get back in it when you're better"
He growled quietly, his muscles protesting at the surge of want moving through his battered body "Out, now"
Smirking at him his oldest Childe rolled out of bed and padded over to the fridge. Watching her deliberately arch her back, lifting her arse in the air as she pulled out the containers of blood Dean rolled his eyes. "I pity the poor fucker who eventually becomes your mate"
There was a snort from the doorway "She sexually harassing you already Sire?"
He raised a brow at Matthew who was standing in the doorway with his mate Jenna and pushed himself up into a sitting position, hissing at another shot of pain. "Fucking werewolves"
"It is your own fault Dean" Tara handed him a glass of blood and curled up against his side "You should have stayed with Sam and Tash, they would have helped you heal before your long journey"
Matthew murmured his agreement and made his way to the bed, dragging Jenna after him. Sitting down with legs stretched out in front of him, he propped himself against the footboard and pulled her down into his lap.
"You spoke to my brother?"
They all shifted uncomfortably at his tone.
"Damn right we did" John pushed off the door frame, snagging his mates hand and dragging him in the room behind him. "Just what the hell were you thinking?"
Dean growled. "Watch your mouth Childe"
Cam gave another, quieter growl in warning and glared at the older vampire. Tara grinned. "Oooh, if you were all naked this would be just like my dream"
"Shut up Tara" Dean glared at her. "And as for you" He pointed at John. "It's none of your damn business what I was thinking. I told you this wasn't your concern"
"Yeah, well it became our concern when you passed out in the hallway and we had to spend a week trying to bring you back"
"John.."
"Next time you take us"
"No"
"Yes"
"You're not strong enough"
"This is what we used to do Dean, before this, before you. We've had training, hell Cameron spent several months getting his arse regularly handed to him by things stronger than him.."
"Wasn't that regularly"
Dean snorted.
"..and he survived. He even won a few times"
"Please, I was awesome"
"You got beaten up a lot baby"
Cam rolled his eyes. "Look, the point John is trying to make, and failing miserably, is that we can help, we may be a few years behind you strength wise but sometimes its about experience too, knowledge, tactics" He grinned. "And if that doesn't work, we'll just send Tara in, she can sexually frustrate them to death"
"Bite me Cameron" She smiled at him. "I kick arse too"
Dean dropped a kiss to her hair. "Course you do darlin'"
"Are you patronising me?"
"No"
His oldest Childe narrowed her gaze. He smirked back at her. "We'll talk about this again later, when I'm feeling more up to kicking your arses.."
"Naked?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "..but for now all fuck off, get some rest. You sure as hell need it and so do I"
Matthew eyed his Sire. "Do you need anything before we go?"
"No, now go away. And take that pretty mate of yours with you"
Jenna smiled serenely. "Are you sure you want me to go?"
"You've been spending too much time with Tara" Her mate pulled her from the bed and nodded at the other vampire's. "We'll see you later"
John offered a lazy salute and tugged on Cameron's elbow. "Come on baby, I'm gonna sleep for about three days"
"What about my sex owed?"
They disappeared out his door, their voices drifting down the hall. Tara rolled away from him and he slung an arm over her waist. "Not you darlin', you need to rest with another, it'll help your recovery" She rolled back and nuzzled into his neck. "None of that"
She huffed against his skin.
"I mean it baby" Dean slid back down under the sheets and held his arms open. "Come snuggle"
She made a little disgusted noise and curled up in his arms.