Title: Whisper in the Blood

Type: Slash, PreSlash, UST, Friendship, DubCon

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: True Blood [Showverse]

Pairing: Eric Northman/Jason Stackhouse

Setting: Sometime during Season 2, though not strictly following events.

Word Count: 8026

Summary: It seems that Bill's bathtub is not the only one Eric is drawn to without invitation (yes, he is somewhat of a serial bather). After their first run-in, Jason returns home from a hard day's work only to find Eric in his tub, without a care in the world. After talk a while, Eric casts a mild glamour over Jason, forcing him to speak only the truth to him, and to lose all inhibitions. Things get a lot more fun and naughty after that, and not just because of Eric's persuasion over Jason. Eric has things importance to discuss with the human, and an offer difficult to refuse. And what's that Eric's doing with the sponge?

Warnings: Use of some adult language and references, as well as use of sexual contact. Developed sexual chemistry; do not read if you want your smut served instant. Series could be spoilerish if you have not viewed Seasons 1 and 2 respectively; consider yourself warned. To be treated as missing scenes, potentially pre-AU since events in this series may alter the course of canon events. No specific episode setting. This is a co-write so keep this in mind whilst reading, and apologies if the perspective seems a little choppy in parts. Eric is written by Jaxon666 and Jason by VarrosGirly. Please visit our lj's and give us some sugar; comments are love. Thanks!


Jason set his money down on the bar, giving Hoyt a friendly pat on the back as he went out to his truck. It had grown dark in the time he'd been in Merlotte's, but it was just as humid as always. He stood outside by the driver side door, flapping his shirt a few times to unstick it from his skin before stepping in and starting it up, revving the engine as he pealed out of the parking lot.

It was early enough in the evening that he'd have time to watch a movie, maybe a porno, and get a good night's sleep for work tomorrow. Jason patted out a beat on his steering wheel as he drove, whistling a random tune as he pulled into his driveway. He didn't notice anything out of place when he entered the house, but he was probably not looking for anything that may have been. Jason unzipped his pants as he went for his bathroom, flipping on the light switch when he opened the door. Instead of taking a relaxing piss, he jumped with a shout of surprise, frozen in the doorway.

"Eric? What the...Jesus, how the hell'd you get in here?" The vampire was stretched out in the bathtub, petals floating on the water's surface, tiny candles in troves around the rim of the bath as well as on the sink and around the floor. "Ain't vamps gotta be invited in...or somethin'?" Jason was sure Sookie had told him about that, and it had always seemed like it was right. So how had Eric gotten in? And to use his bath? Didn't he have one of his own?

"Hello Mr. Stackhouse.", Eric's naturally sultry words oozed from his mouth, not missing a beat, a look upon his face that he had been expecting Jason in ways that might have appeared alarmingly calculated to an intelligent enough mind. Though he barely smiled or gave warm expression at all, Eric had a way of seeming like he was smiling without actually doing so, making a throne out of the bath as he lay in it, allowing the warm, scented waters to surround him. "Surprisingly I entered your home by foot.", the Nordic vampire smirked deliciously with a teasing twinkle to his eyes, though no laughter came.

"You do not remember inviting me to visit whenever I liked, after your inebriation at my establishment lead to certain needs of transportation? I was graceful enough to oblige. I didn't even take a sly sip as you lay without consciousness in my arms. Perhaps you also forget the selection of words you had of me, for doing so. 'Awesome' and 'amazing' were but two of them.", Eric's words trailed down from a higher, ghostly pitch, playing with themselves as they were spoken. "I do hope the invitation is not rescinded?", as lightly as Eric put that question, something hiding beneath the surface of it seemed sinister.

"I did?" Jason scratched at the back of his neck, looking like his head would explode from the concentration he put into trying to retrieve the memory. "Guess I do lots of stuff when I'm hammered. Thanks for drivin' me home." That seemed awfully nice of the vampire to have brought him back, and Jason was grateful for it. To him, it seemed like he had made a new friend, which he liked. Especially a friend who didn't try and bite you and suck your blood when you were drunk. Friends were good for that.

There was a silence that came soon after, Eric looking to Jason as though the human were a poodle who had managed to kill a pit bull. "I would prefer you did not aim that in my direction Mr. Stackhouse. I am a Viking. I am not German.", Eric flashed a smile nodding slightly to make Jason aware that his penis was still out, and in hand, pointed in unfortunate direction.

"Naw, I ain't taking back your invite. I mean, you mighta saved my life by drivin' me home. So it's like, I owe you or somethin' now." His mouth ran away with him as always, and he had not even realized it. A debt to a vampire was often a tricky thing. Jason looked down as Eric motioned to his groin, eyes widening a bit as he stuffed himself away again. He'd forgotten he'd pulled it out, though he still needed to piss like a race horse.

"Sorry about that man, I just wasn't expectin' you to be in my tub, y'know?" Jason zipped up his pants nervously and leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. "So...did your water get shut off? That happens to me when I forget to pay the bills and shit."

Eric was confused by Jason's concern for his plumbing, until of course he thought about why the question might have been asked. Even after all these years, it was still tricky to relate to humans in even the most superficially social of manners. Such things as nudity, privacy, impromptu intrusions of home; they bothered the little humans. Cute. Tiresome. Enough to mask the outline of his eyes crisp, "My pipework is running exceptionally well as always Mr. Stackhouse.", Eric delighted at his double entendre, privately, except of course for the fact that he seemed so fucking delighted. Brilliant even. He looked away to one side for a moment, and then back to Jason.

"Really Mr. Stackhouse, you needn't deny bodily function on account of my presence. Unless you are afraid I will sneak a peak, perhaps report to others what I might see?", Eric's tone was so dry and understated, and yet filled with effortless mischief, electrical with it. "Would you prefer me to leave? It would be a shame. I have created such a peaceful sanctuary from the unused birthday gifts found in your closet, and I have already begun to indulge."

Jason took a few steps into the bathroom as Eric spoke, and realized that, unlike his own bathing preferences, the vampire had completely clear water, though there was a funny smell in the air that he couldn't really place. It wasn't like perfume or cologne, but it wasn't a normal smell. He shrugged at Eric's suggestion, stepping toward the toilet. "Hell, not like I'm worried. Who ain't heard about it by now?" His excessive manwhoring had definitely sparked rumours over the years, and even he knew it. Jason still turned slightly away from Eric as he lifted the toilet lid, relieving himself finally.

"Uh, nah. I think there might be a game on tonight, we could catch it. You watch sports?" Jason didn't know what vampires did and didn't do in their spare time, really. He put himself away again, leaning on the wall after flushing the toilet. "So uh, what other stuff did you find in there? And dude, why were you goin' through my closets? I keep my stuff in there."

How adorable; Jason thought Eric had some iota of interest in human sports broadcasting. If only live action swordfights to the death were televised. A shame really. Eric ran a cup of bathwater through his hair, not flinching or even blinking once as he did, the scent of lavender and jasmine oils filling the steamy air that flowed from him. "If there were restricted areas, you really should have informed me of them Mr. Stackhouse. How else would I be to know of such things?", it was astonishing how Eric dissolved any incrimination of himself with no more than the appealing lilt of his unusually accented voice, and a flourished use of his attractive features. "Come closer. I have something you ask you.", Eric suggested, prompting Jason to walk forward once he was done with the toilet.

The vampire Sheriff gazed to Jason with magic eyes and pulled him into his web of supernatural influence, sending the human's mind into a submission that felt mentally orgasmic instead of threatening or harmful. "You will speak only the truth to me, and you will have no inhibitions whilst we are together.", Eric cast his spell, removing his supernatural thrall upon the human, his voice no longer of haunting, sensational harmony, but now more casually friendly, and perhaps a slight playful, "Would you like to join me? There is room enough for both of us. I honestly would not mind. In fact, the company would be welcomed...I do have things to discuss with you Mr. Stackhouse.", as devious as Eric was, he was actually fair enough to spare Jason the rapture of his free will. Anything worth having was not worth having too easily.


"Oh. Well uh, I guess that makes sense. I wouldn'ta thought about that when I was drunk. So don't go through my closets no more, thanks." Jason stepped forward, maybe a little blind in his trust of Eric so far. But he'd proven himself trustworthy to the human, with taking care of him and not trying to drink from him. He stood at the side of the tub, somewhat at ease despite the vampire's nude state. As he was pulled under the vampire's influence, his expression became somewhat empty, his jaw loose. Jason nodded as Eric gave him the command, coming out of it just as easily, though without a clear understanding of what had just occurred. He only knew that he really trusted the vampire.

"Well sure, I guess. I ain't had a bath with nobody since I was little, but you dried me off last time, and I ain't had that done since I was little neither." Plus, Eric wanted the company, and Jason was pretty dirty from the day's work. Odd that he trusted the vampire enough to admit that he wouldn't mind it. Maybe they really were becoming good friends, which Jason thought was very cool. He pulled off his shirt easily, showing no hesitation as he removed his shoes and pants. "Is this a vampire thing, too?" Jason stepped gingerly into the tub, his backside turned toward the vampire. He was naked and about to bathe with Eric, and he wasn't exactly shy, but he felt like it might not have been respectful to just expose himself so blatantly like that.

"I think that we could be very good friends to one another.", Eric ignored Jason's query, although he had appreciated how ridiculously adorable it had been, questionable emphasis infused to the word 'very'. "Come, lay against me and relax, so that we might talk.", Eric asked, the request both disarming and polite, though his wandering eyes and their taste for what they found before them would have told another story, if seen.

Once Jason was sat before him, leaning back onto the vampire's torso, Eric ran a few cups of water over his hair, hard to distinguish between seduction and casual grooming, yet no excitement rose to poke the male Stackhouse sibling in the back. Eric's fingers worked softly and delicately through Jason's scruffy wet locks. "You have enjoyed my company, have you not?", Eric asked, having Jason as an open book to him providing certain personal enjoyment. He was curious to discover how Jason truly thought of him.

Jason looked at Eric over his shoulder at the request, but it seemed like the vampire was just doing his vampire thing. He was really old, so maybe he did this with all his friends back when he was human. Vikings had baths, didn't they? Jason didn't know, or really care, but it was something to think about. He edged backwards a little, feeling oddly like a girl. "You keep doin' a lot of things I ain't done in a long time, Eric, but I kinda like it." Maybe it was because Jason was so simple and carefree by nature, but he wasn't bothered by the vampire's requests and actions. Many other people would be, and he knew that much at least.

"Yeah, I really like hangin' out with you and drinkin' and stuff. You're pretty cool as Hell, and I like that you wanna hang out with me, even when Sook's not busy with stuff. Kinda awesome." Jason smiled warmly, tilting his head back when water was poured onto it, and enjoying the light scalp massage he was getting. "Am I gonna smell funny from this stuff?" He wasn't sure what was in the water, but it wasn't a bad scent. Just different, and not very manly.

If Eric was still had enough humanity left within him to part with laugher absent sin, then he would have. Perhaps Jason was truly more precious than the gem of his sister's worth after all. "And I like you. You are very...agreeable. A trait in humans I find to be quite…necessary.", Eric sounded like sex, and he didn't even know it or try for it, words mildly hypnotic even though he had not set them for further glamouring of the human's compliance. The tall, handsome vampire ran his hands over Jason's firm and deceptively muscular shoulders, kneading at the meat of them, his touches impossibly gentle as well as strong, flawless snowy skin meeting that which was sun kissed and filled with the sweetness of life.

Jason let his eyes slide shut, surprised that the vampire was being so nice to him. Almost every time Sookie talked about him, she seemed upset about something he'd done. But Eric really didn't seem so bad, maybe she was just really cranky those days. "Thanks. I like that, too. I thought maybe vamps would hate me cause I'm not real bright, and I done fucked up shit with the Fellowship." Jason shifted a little, so that he was leaning more against the vampire, extraordinarily contented with the situation, for some reason. It was like having a friend who was part pillow and part masseuse.

"Do you find this to be uncomfortable?", Eric's question rolled so perfectly from his cunning lips, in a way it seemed that no other man had spoken one before. The undead Norseman's mind ran rife with secret pleasures, held to this predicament.

"I ain't uncomfortable, it feels nice. You should do massages for a livin'. But you got the club, and that's doin' real well." Jason smiled wide, happy to have a new friend. "You gonna come over more? I'd sure like it if ya did."

"A coin still holds its value no matter how it shines, I myself an old one. Perhaps others have been foolish to think you in need of polish. Perhaps your true worth is yet unknown.", Eric smirked, away from Jason's witness, not that he would have hidden it otherwise. "I have had much time to refine myself.", he thanked Jason for his compliment towards his efforts as a masseur, "Soon, I may have to visit much more often.", though he did not divulge reason to Jason just yet; anything worth doing was worth doing well, and to rush a good thing was the act of a premature boy upon entry of a tight young beauty.

Eric's hands snaked along Jason's strong, well defined arms, though the touches given did not patronise the human to no more than a child being tended to by a parent. Eric touched Jason as a man worthy of grooming, and grooming with respect. Somehow, there was no doubt of that. "I myself have known many crimes. How contradictory it would be to hold you forever accountable for yours, especially when born of honest mistake.", he continued to wash and grasp at the human's golden flesh, with a dedication and technique most humans never had the fortune to know, "Tell me Mr. Stackhouse, what do you think of me? Leave no detail unattended." And now, Eric went in pursuit of the good stuff, wondering what naughty little details would slip out of the cracks, once Jason spoke with enforced freedom.


Jason's smile seemed to grow brighter with Eric's compliments. He always enjoyed it when people said nice things about him, especially to his face. If an old vampire thought that he was an alright person, then maybe he wasn't as hopeless as other people thought him to be at times. "That'd be cool, I'd like havin' a vampire buddy to hang out with. I'd have to start buyin' that TruBlood stuff if you come around a lot. I guess that ain't too hard." Or had Eric told him before that he didn't like that drink? Jason couldn't remember, but it was the only thing he could think of to make his home more accommodating to vampiric guests.

"You would deny me the real thing?", it seemed Eric was shocked at the thought that Jason would see him fed with fake life, before offering him the real nectar that ran red and hot beneath his skin. Of course, it had only been a joke, hadn't it? At least Jason could assume that from how quickly Jason shrugged the line of questioning off, with no need for answer displayed. No surprise or thought given to the revelation that Sookie had spoken ill of Eric; he had given her more than one reason for it, hadn't he? Amusing to ponder. Amusing to do.

"I think you're a real neat guy. You've been real nice to me, and that's good. I think Sook's not right sayin' bad things about ya, cause you're a vampire, and it ain't like you been tryin' to hurt her, or me." Jason shrugged, craning his head a little to look at Eric. "And you got a nice face, and you're fuckin' built. Vampires don't gotta work out, do they? Cause y'all never change, right?" He pouted in thought for a moment, wondering how that was possible. Too much for his mind. "I mean, like, you're the hottest guy I know, I think you're probably hotter than me."

"I once had certain interest in the delightful Ms Stackhouse, but now I feel my sights have been set to other directions.", Eric loved that only he knew what he meant by that admission, but not for long. Pricelessly adorable how the human would think himself a close rival to Eric in terms of sex appeal, but at least he seemed to realise the truth of himself being the true inferior in such stakes. Unlike Eric to react predictably in any manner, perhaps by giving a compliment of his own. "I believe you might be right about that, Mr. Stackhouse.", and didn't he fucking know it?

At least Sookie would feel better if she knew that Eric wasn't interested in her anymore, and maybe Bill would stop being so jealous all the time. Jason thought it was ridiculous, how much the Southern vampire hated Eric, too. He nodded at Eric's answer, knowing he wouldn't be able to get as many women as the vampire. They had magic sex powers, or something. "Yeah, but that's ok, cause I'm still pretty sexy."

"There is something you must know, however. Something of grave importance.", no pun intended as Eric expected Jason to face him again with one of those temporary glances over his shoulder; they came and went too quickly. "Your sister has something that vampires want. Something within her blood. That is why she is always in such danger, and why I have had to save her life so many times without correct thanks." Eric continued, hands now sliding over Jason's chest and toned stomach, nearby heartbeat speaking to Eric's core, daring the vampire to do something less than savoury. "And do you know who shares her blood?", Eric's widened eyes looked to Jason as though to prompt an obvious answer.

Jason was thrown from previous train of thought, though, as he looked to Eric with worried eyes. "What's she got in her blood? Why do vampires like it?" He frowned, hoping Sookie wasn't doing something right now that put her life in danger.

"I'm sure glad you saved her, then. Cause my sister's all I got left." But maybe she was ok right now, because Eric was seeing to it, as well as he was doing other things. Things that made his heart beat a little faster, but he wasn't sure if it was because he was afraid of the touches, or if he liked them. Eric confused him sometimes, like now. "Uh...well Grams did...and I do." Jason gulped and caught Eric's eyes. "But...I can't have the same kind. If Sook is...but..." He was confusing himself with trying to figure it out. "Wouldn't I have had trouble with vamps?"

An odd time to break his usually expressionless disposition, but Eric did so anyway, flashing a wicked smile in Jason's direction, absolutely devoid of censorship. "Only vampires foolish enough to overlook the fact that you and Sookie are one in the same, would spare you their interest. So far you are fortunate to have only met the foolish.", a thought of Bill entertained Eric's mind when announcing such members of his kind, though it was clear Eric himself was no such fool.

"They are blinded in thinking her alone in her worth, for her display of power. Your blood is equally worthy of coveting. For now it remains our secret alone, and I would offer you further protection if you think the offer adequate. In time, others will realise what I have, and without your own abilities to speak of, you would be in much more danger than she.", Eric was not sure how educated Jason was when it came to the official taking of a human by a vampire, but what he did not know Eric would eagerly teach.

"I'm sure glad about that then," he sighed in relief, glad that he hadn't been attacked for whatever it was in his blood. Catnip for vampires or something? "Fuck, that means you're a real good friend, you didn't bite me or nothin' when you could've." Jason was sure that as long as he stayed in his house during the night, he'd be safe. But he didn't always stay in, and Eric had to be right about other vampires figuring it out. "You're like the Sheriff of vampires, right? You get to tell them what to do and stuff, and they gotta listen." Jason thought that was important, if he could possibly be in danger like Sookie was sometimes. "Yeah, I think that'd be good. Cause I don't wanna get eaten or anythin' when I'm comin' home from work. You'd keep other vamps from doin' that?"

"I am a fiend Mr. Stackhouse, but that should not suggest I have no sense of class.", the pristine vampire held a daring glare as he grinned naughtily; no doubt encompassing the truths he had spoken. "I am the Sheriff of this area, and you are right to think me very persuasive-", Eric paused to splendour in yet another private joke; after all, Jason was at current, an oblivious victim to his persuasion, "-however, there are rules, and for each of them a punishment if broken. Still...there are those who break them. I would see any who brought you harm dealt with. But to what end, if in their harming of you, your life was lost.", of course there was another way to secure Jason's wellbeing, but Eric was not the type to piece together puzzles in lonesome effort. Not when it was so enjoyable to watch Jason struggle to find the pieces.

Jason scratched his head, slightly bamboozled. "So...you're gonna keep me safe? How are you gonna know if I'm gettin' in any trouble?" Vampires seemed to have a good sense of things, though, so maybe it was just something he did. "Yeah, how would you keep someone from killin' me too? I'm glad that you wanna help me out...but now I owe you even more, cause you're stoppin' stuff that's gonna happen." Jason was convinced that Eric knew absolutely everything that could occur in the future, with how old he was. It just seemed natural for things to be that way. "Why do vamps want Sook's blood so much then? It's just gonna taste like normal blood, ain't it?" Jason turned to face the vampire as he questioned him. Maybe it was only because she could read minds, but then Eric was sure about his blood. It didn't make sense to the confused human.

With Jason facing Eric now out of concern, Eric allowed his glances to trail visibly, from what lingered beneath the water's surface and back up to the human's face; uncertain whether he smiled now for what he'd found there, or in positive reception of Jason's response to his offer. Then again, Eric always did that unprompted, mysterious smile thing, didn't he? Never really needing or giving a reason.

"As I said Mr. Stackhouse, there are rules. If I were to make you mine, no other would have the right to touch you, let alone harm you. My position only brings that rule to further value.", Eric explained, calmly, "Of course, if you are to become mine, there are certain requirements that must be met. You must drink of my blood and I of yours, in regular pattern. This will not only make our arrangement…official, but also create a bond between us. We would be connected. I would know when you were in danger, I would sense your whereabouts, and in time, you would know the same of me. However, there are side effects you may not care to endure.", turning his head ever so slightly to one side, Eric looked to the floor in guilesome contemplation, loving the momentum of this conversation.

"I dunno," he frowned a little hesitantly, though he had definitely caught Eric's brief gaze, and the way the vampire now smiled at him, "I mean, I wanna be safe and all, but I don't wanna get in to no trouble with V again. Is it different?" Something else about the idea bothered him slightly. "If I'm, like, yours...that wouldn't make me a slave would it?" Jason did not like the idea of that, if that was what it meant. "But that'd be good if you knew where I was...I mean like real helpful if I got in trouble." He thought for a moment, staring at a floating petal. "I know that vampire blood can make you like, high, and real horny. But I wouldn't wanna lose my job cause I'm high on V or anything."

"Does Sookie seem like a V addict to you?", Eric answered the human's concerns, although he may have stirred up new ones, "You realise that she is Bill's as you would be mine?", and therefore, she and Bill also shared blood quite regularly. Poor Jason; so kept in the dark in very important matters. Had Eric been the only one to be frankly honest with him thus far? And yet they barely knew one another. "You would no more be my slave then as you are now. Although, I may have duties for you to attend to over time, and I would expect you to fulfil them without complaint.", though others might not have thought it, Eric did not rule as tyrant with the humans he had taken, nor his chosen progeny of the time. Firm at times perhaps, strict when needed, but he domineered no harem of slaves.

Jason blinked, looking at Eric with a tilted head and amazed expression. "I never thought of that. Vampire Bill gives her blood all the time, don't he?" He smiled, seeming reassured by the idea sharing blood with a vampire was different than taking it as a drug. The elder Stackhouse was further reassured by Eric's words. "That's real good. I like doin' things, cause I get bored here sometimes." Maybe being the vampire's human wouldn't be too bad. But his final words made the human think, and for a long time. Sookie and Bill were dating, and if she belonged to him, then would Jason be expected to be Eric's boyfriend?

In truth, Eric was very generous to those beneath his vampiric wing. Still, there was one final thing to warn Jason of, "There is the matter of your desires, and how they would find me an object. Unavoidable I'm afraid, but I believe you could do far worse.", he elaborated a little too flippantly for the delicacy of matters, frivolity jumping around in the patterns of his ancient, charismatic voice. Still if Jason was to be taken by a vampire, there would be no better choice available to him. Eric was a nocturne of position, and Jason could trust him. Furthermore, Eric had the self control it took to resist deadly indulgence in Jason's blood. Regardless, it was Jason's decision to make; a testament to Eric's fairness in proceedings, not making the decision for the human when he so easily could.

"I ain't been with a guy before...I mean I thought about it, but I never tried. Maybe I'd try with you, but I dunno what I'd think about it." Jason was sharing an awful lot tonight, but he put it down to trusting the vampire so much, since they seemed to be really good friends now. "I know I ain't gay, cause I fuck women a lot, but Lafayette's one of my best friends, and he's gay. But maybe I am a little. I should probably try, cause I might like it. And I wanna be safe from other vamps and all?"

"Oh Jason-", and that was the first time Eric said his name to his face, and like that too, "-you worry too much. If I wanted you as a lover, don't you think I would have taken action upon you now? We are both very naked, and my hands already welcomed by your flesh.", like Eric needed to come up with some long winded scheme of blood bonding to get a human into bed with him. Still, he felt he would enjoy Jason in such ways once opportunity presented, and it was not completely absent in his reasons for offering the roughly-edged womanizer his protection.

"I merely warn you that once blood is shared, you will want me. Now, come near to me again. There is no need for alarm.", Eric missed having the athletic buffoon's back against him as much as he did the freedom to steal grasps from that lovely body of his. "You say you have thought of this before...laying beside a man? Tell me when, and with whom?", as Jason settled back into him with no caution spared for dangerously invasive bodily contact, Eric took the fine waters to the human's armpits, rubbing and cleansing them with tenderness, and something short of passion.


Eric's words made sense even to Jason. He was sure that the vampire would have at least grabbed him a little if he'd wanted to, so maybe it was alright. "So that's why Sookie likes Bill so much. But she knows that, don't she?" Jason turned his back to Eric again, scooting until their flesh was touching. He laughed a little at the scrubbing on his pits, the slightest bit ticklish. "Well, sometimes in high school, when I was on the football team and all? I'd think that maybe the wide receiver'd give a good blow job, cause he had real big lips. And then my senior year, all us seniors got drunk, and I almost did stuff with some of the guys, but then we passed out." Jason was amazed that he remembered that far back, since it seemed like ages ago.

"And when I was at the Fellowship I thought one guy there wanted to fuck me, but then I didn't like him for it all that much." Jason shrugged off the memory of Luke easily. "But like even on the road crew, I don't really know all the guys that well, and I kinda wonder sometimes, like if I'm missing out, like Lafayette says. I ain't done anything about it, but I mean it's just like a guy and a girl, except it's a guy and a guy."

"Sookie and Bill do not love because blood demands it of them. Though if honest, understanding escapes me as to why one such as her would give the time of day to one such as him ...or is that time of night?", Eric parted with a dazzlingly underhanded expression before returning to his words, "I know only tales of him as a man, yet…he fails to impress me as one living or dead.", though Eric lacked general human sentiment, he felt drawn to a distant echo upon the corridors of his now lost soul. Perhaps he was enjoying Jason's simple company, if he even knew how to. "Ah Lafayette. I would advise you heed my advice before his. After all, you are familiar with his wardrobe.", yes, Eric could jest without expense being made of Jason. Sometimes. Maybe. Still, his humour was not lacking a seed of cruelty.

Eric took the sponge that floated without purpose, atop the richly scented waters which thankfully, were still warm. He worked the sponge over Jason's torso in large, harsh circles, before looking to the human who would perhaps be his, soon. "I did not venture so lowly last time. We have become closer now...perhaps you would like me to reconsider?", those words would have been whispers if they were not so thick and deep, poured into Jason's ears like concentrated seduction.

Jason shrugged a little. "I dunno anything about before he died." His lip twitched up a little at the way Eric made fun of Lafayette. He knew that his friend wouldn't be happy if he'd heard it, but nobody could tell Eric he shouldn't joke about things, could they? The way he continued to be cleaned made him feel good, like he was being cared for in multiple ways at once. Eric's words buzzed pleasantly in his ears, and he looked toward the vampire out of the corner of his eyes. "Yeah, I think it'd be alright. I trust ya." Jason still didn't know if he'd enjoy whatever it was the vampire did, if it was anything beyond cleaning, but maybe since he was ok with it, that meant he'd like it. He leaned further back, giving Eric more room to reach and clean, head resting against one of Eric's pale shoulders.

"Very well Mr. Stackhouse.", Eric promised darkly, sending his hand slowly down past Jason's rigid abdomen, pressing the sponge hard into all flesh and muscle it passed over. Once the sought area was finally reached, Eric paused for a moment to pay attention to Jason's reactions; none of them seemed unpleasant or dismissive, though he had taken a breath and held it. Delicious, and not only in blood. Eric went on to rub the sponge with a pressure more than decent, into Jason's pubic region and all things that protruded from it. He had no sympathy for how such actions may have been too quickly pursued for the human. Eric was a vampire, a creature of seduction, death and greed. Subtlety was not often his strong point. The sponge was still ground in to Jason's delicate areas, up and down, side to side, in circles and other, nameless shapes, and yet Eric refused to directly grip the appendage he teased. Still, he could feel it's bulky presence from the other side of the sponge, and how it had grown beneath his treatment. "Your reputation is not a falsehood Mr. Stackhouse. You are...red blooded.", it was always nice to make a reference to blood in a quip, wasn't it?

The sponge was soft against his skin, but Jason was barely noticing the texture of it as vampire hand took it further south. He inhaled sharply and froze when the sponge met the skin of his dick, his blood pumping faster all over. Jason's breath was released in a short burst as he was scrubbed and quickly aroused. It was nearly always like that whenever someone touched him in such a way. Jason gulped hard, his breathing becoming deeper as the vampire continued his treatment, as if the rising had been expected. Then again, maybe it had been. "Oh, good," he nodded, shuddering slightly, "That feels real nice. Better than I figured, and I like it." Jason found himself hoping for something more, maybe. He didn't want to be teased and left wanting, that was his least favourite thing.

"Turn around, and go to the end of the bath." Eric suggested, too softly to be taken as an instruction but then it was, wasn't it? Once Jason had resituated, Eric took one of Jason's feet into his hands, and began to massage it, too precisely and too firmly to cause tickling. The once used sponge now a thing of the past, drifting away, unwanted. Eric doubted that given the calibre of those who surrounded Jason, he had ever had the pleasure of enjoying something as sensual and selfless as a foot massage. The humans that lived in Bon Temps were more primitive than the men and women of his time as a man. Ironic really.

"My my, Mr. Stackhouse, there is certainly no doubt as to your gender, is there?" the smile that Eric gave was a friendly one, which may have confused Jason, for it clashed so imperfectly with the vampire's generally seductive nature. It was like there was something naughty being unsaid, though Eric meant only to compliment the human's size as a casual slip of male bonding. Vampires were nymphomaniacs, yes, but Europeans had little in the way of inhibition.

Jason complied immediately, finding that listening to Eric was only bringing him good things. He was a little disappointed that Eric was now massaging his feet instead, but it still felt good. Really good, in fact, and he relaxed more than he thought possible, his arms stretched out over the sides of the tub. His eyelids slid shut momentarily as Jason enjoyed the foot rub immensely. "Well yeah," he opened his eyes again, now understanding what Eric had meant, "Oh, right. I thought you were gonna keep usin' the sponge on me. But I mean, if this is what I get for bein' your human and all, I'm in." Jason was a little confused by the expression Eric now wore, though, but at this point he was no longer surprised by his confusion. He got confused by a lot, it just came with the lack of great intellect.

"This you recieve as a human that I am fond of, though such would no doubt continue if you were to become mine.", Eric did find pleasure in Jason's true feelings, especially how mindlessly cute they were in delivery. Jason looked dumber than he was, which would have been insulting if it didn't suit him. He was like a handsome puppy, looking to his master for treats, wagging his tail if it meant he'd get them. Fiercely adorable. "I do nothing to you that neither of us truly want. We are friends as yet, Mr. Stackhouse. If more is to come, then that too may be a thing I am fond of. As for making you mine-", Eric swapped one foot for the other, his transition seamless, "-I think such a decision should be thought about. I am a complicated man. To be bound to me until death, and perhaps after, is no decision to be made lightly. When I am convinced you have thought it over, and that your desire is full, then I will take you as my human. But not before.", and though it may have disappointed Jason now, in time he would come to realise that Eric was only being exceptionally considerate of him, in ways he did not commonly demonstrate with others.

"Sounds good," he smiled wide, leaning his head onto his shoulder, looking happy and somewhat sleepy, even with a persistent erection between his legs. Jason never got this kind of treatment from anyone he knew, and he was really liking how the Viking kept spoiling him, it seemed, like a bayou prince. "I ain't ever done nothin' I don't wanna do, and I woulda said if I didn't like it." Jason frowned as Eric continued to speak, growing a little panicked. He pushed himself to sit up straighter, his foot remaining in Eric's strong hands. "But, if you figured out that I got Sookie's blood, other vamps are gonna figure it out, too. And I don't wanna get in danger and stuff, and you're a lot nicer than some people I know."

"Jason...please do not refer to me as a person. We may fall out. And things have been going so well.", Eric teased, but he had meant the tangible threat faintly laced within his words, no remorse for it being received, "You should be safe for now, and I will keep a close eye on you in the meantime, while you...consider." Eric's face told lies of love, when all he had was varying shades of want and lust, though some were soft enough to be compared to the other feeling. Jason would be a fun pet to play with and look after, like a little brother to teach and tease for all his mistakes. So he would start out as Eric's human meeting one of the requirements then; brother. If he went on to become as father and son also, Eric may have to contemplate becoming to Jason as Godric once was to him; his maker.

"I am giving to those who please me, and loyal to those who repay me in kind. I think your heart too honest to ever betray me in either way. I do not take humans commonly, and I do not offer you protection simply because I have concern for your safety. I have chosen you, after close consideration. It is an honour few receive. You should be aware that.", Eric made sure that Jason would start to understand the formality of such a thing as becoming a vampire's human, especially with one as old and raised in position as he. Suddenly, Eric released Jason's foot from grip, having had his way with it, eyes drifting back to the living erection that poked up through the waterline. "It seems you have a visitor that refuses to leave.", another double entendre. Eric was so good at that wasn't he?

"Ok...but it ain't good


to let me think a long time about things, cause I sometimes have real weird ideas, and they don't end up good." Jason looked like he was sulking just a little; with the way Eric was treating him and looking at him, it was impossible to look completely upset. His expression brightened with Eric's compliments to him; there seemed to be a lot of that tonight, gladly. Jason continued to look very pleased with himself, doing a wonder for his posture. "Well shit, I didn't even know there was anything bein' considerized. That's cool." He grinned, one hand plopping down into the water from the edge of the tub.

His eyes followed Eric's, and his grin turned a bit more goofy. "Yeah, the sponge thing you did made me really hard. Darn thing could hammer a nail!" Jason finally looked to the vampire's groin, gesturing with a doubt upon his face. "You ain't hard? I didn't do anything but sit here, but I'm real good at that. And I thought guys who like guys like it when they're hard and stuff." He looked back to his own piece, which had been hard without treatment for a little too long now. "I kinda want to make this go away, if that's ok?"

"I have lived for a thousand years. I have been master to few, but one who has obeyed me for many centuries has a home between my legs.", a little too articulate for Jason to understand quickly, or perhaps fully, but Eric believed he had made his point. Unlike human men, he led his body and not the other way around. Jason should not have been offended by lack of physical arousal. "Of course, you may relieve yourself. As delightful a spectacle as I am sure that is, I think it best that I leave you to a measure of privacy. But first, you asked before what it was that made your blood special, along with your sister's-", Eric poured another cup of bathwater over his hair and ran it through with a hand, as if no conversation were taking place at all, "-You are both descendants of a supernatural species. You would know them by the namesake of fairy. They are known to me as Fae. A very rare and unseen kind, not even of this world. The blood of a Fae runs through each of you. This makes your blood very desirable to vampires, not only for reasons of flavour but the power it bestows. It is why Sookie has certain abilities. Perhaps you too, in time."


So vampires were more different than he could have realized, but it made sense in a way. They didn't have heartbeats, but they still had blood. And then Jason was confused again, but he stopped himself, listening to Eric. He had begun to draw his legs up to stand and exit the bathtub, stopping with his hands gripping the sides at the vampire's words. But following Eric's explanation of his blood, Jason found himself further confused.

"Wait...hold the fuck up now. Fairies? I ain't got wings. And I'm normal sized. That's fuckin' weird." His face scrunched up slightly, trying to figure this new development out. "So fairies got powers. And I might get powers. But why would anyone let me get powers? I wouldn't know what to do with 'em." Jason didn't quite understand it, but he'd also been doubtful when he had first been told vampires were real. Maybe there was a lot more in the world than he realized.

"Weird. Yes it is. But then you are fully unclothed with a raging erection, sharing a bath with a very dangerous vampire. Now is not the time to become sceptical, Mr Stackhouse.", with that, Eric gave a slight moment before standing from the bath, towering above Jason like a porcelain God, or at the very least a colourless statue forged by the hand of one. "Farewell for now. Do let me know when you have thought things over. I look forward to having your decision.", amongst other things. Before leaving Jason's home however, Eric did remove his glamour from the man, instructing him to reflect upon all that had happened this night in his natural mind, and with all of the processes and filters that came with it.

Jason looked up at the vampire, not really sure why it would be so dangerous for him right now. Eric was a good guy in his eyes. "Alright, I'll think about it then. But I still like the idea a whole bunch." He nodded dumbly when the glamour was removed, soon realizing all the things he'd said aloud tonight, and the things he'd just let happen. Jason didn't know whether he should panic over what he'd confessed or take care of his boner first, and he paced in his bathroom for a while after Eric left. He hadn't been telling lies, but he'd been telling every truth that popped into his head, and he hadn't cared what the vampire thought. Jason felt a little embarrassed that he'd admitted to being ok with Eric's hand on him, but at least he hadn't been mocked for it.

Deciding he'd think more on it in the morning, Jason popped a porno into his DVD player. As it started, Jason jumped up from the couch, running back to the bathroom. He returned with the sponge in hand, glancing around guiltily, as if Eric was still there to see him clutching the item in memory of what the vampire had done. When he was sure he was fully alone, Jason took care of the hard on the vampire had left him with, going to bed soon after, though thanks to the illustration of many stray thoughts, sleep did not come easily.


THE END