V IS VERY, VERY SEXY
Jason froze as the icy fingers wrapped around his arm. Petrified to disobey, Jason let his jeans fall to the floor. He was completely frozen.
"Good boy," Eric praised, but Jason did not find it reassuring. The vampire gazed into his eyes, pinning him in place. Jason found himself wondering how the subconscious mind of a vampire worked. Was it possible for the dead to even have a subconscious?
Suddenly, Jason found himself face to face with the vampire. Eric moved with the speed of lightening. He stood before the human; their faces barely an inch apart. Jason immediately became aware of the vampire's blood pumping inside him. He felt very much apart of Eric. He looked at the vampire in a new light. While he was initially intimidated by the vampire, he now found himself yearning for his weight on top of him. He wanted nothing more than Eric to pounce and pin him against the mattress. How could someone he feared suddenly become someone he desired?
Jason unintentionally gasped when Eric had inched closer without warning. When Jason gasped, Eric paused; his lips barely brushing against the human's. Once Eric heard no further sound escape from Jason's lips, he leaned closer and pressed their lips together. Jason felt his head spin. The intensity of the kiss traveled down to his knees and made him weak. His legs quickly gave in, but Eric was there to catch him.
Eric pulled away. Jason immediately looked up to see what he had done wrong, but the vampire simply cupped his face in his hand. Again, he stared at him. It was odd how just that simple gesture could declare ownership; yet Jason desired it. He wanted nothing more than to belong to Eric, so he pressed his face into the cold hand.
Jason felt the vampire's cold hands move to his waist. Eric lifted his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. Eric's eyes wandered down to the human's chest, but only briefly. In just a single second, he was able to admire the tone torso and tanned body offered to him. Eric sat back down on the bed and once again patted his thigh.
While Jason anticipated the moment, he still felt a lump in his throat. His sudden attraction to the vampire was inexplicable and unexpected. He must have been hypnotized somehow. But Eric sat on the mattress, impatiently patting his thigh. Jason didn't want to disappoint.
While Eric would never admit to it, he felt a tremendous sense of pride as the human crawled into his lap. Jason draped himself obediently over his knees, simply waiting for the vampire's next move.
But Eric took his time. He wanted to indulge himself in the sight offered to him. Jason's backside was pert, muscular and smooth. He ran a hand over the bronze skin, feeling the human shudder at the sudden contact. Jason was so warm. His skin instantly came alive within his hands.
Without warning, Eric drew his hand back and smacked it painfully against Jason's backside. Jason involuntary jumped at the sting, but Eric held him firmly in place.
Eric smacked his backside again. His hand rained down in unforgiving fury as the human twitched and bucked on top of his thighs. Eric paused and watched Jason squirm in his lap. He placed his cool hand against the punished flesh. Heat radiated from the redden skin. Eric smelt the blood flowing through Jason's body and to the site of injury.
At that moment, Jason began grinding himself against the vampire's thigh. Eric indulged the human by slapping his backside with a sharp and painful swat. Jason moaned as the slap radiated throughout his body and found its way to his cock. Eric smacked him again, pushing Jason into his thigh so that the friction was nearly unbearable.
Jason squeaked when Eric's hand landed just below the tender curve beneath his ass. The hand rested there and gently teased the sore flesh with his fingertips. Jason whimpered when he felt the hand disappeared.
Eric's hands returned and they gripped Jason's cheeks and spread him open. His cold thumbs brushed against his opening. He smiled as the human tried to twist away.
"I take it you've never been touched there." Eric stated simply.
Jason didn't quite answer. He pushed his backside against Eric's thumbs and shook his head against the vampire's leg. Eric smiled. That would be an opportunity that he would explore further at a later time - at length. For now, he placed his fingers in his mouth and moistened them with his tongue.
Jason tensed and groaned as a finger pushed inside him.
"Shh," Eric reassured. "You've been so good so far. Why ruin it?"
Jason dampened his lips with his tongue, then bit down hard when Eric inserted another finger. But Eric found that his fingers slipped in with ease. Jason was much more willing than he was eager to admit. Or maybe vampire blood was also a muscle relaxant.
Jason gasped and arched his back as Eric's fingers brushed against his prostate. He had never felt pleasure like that before. Eric massaged him slowly, treating himself to the hastened gasps and pleas that overtook Jason. But when Eric's fingers abandoned the human's body, Jason moaned in disagreement.
"There'll be time for that later," Eric assured. This was, after all, Godric's house and Sookie was literally in the other room. Who knew how far she could read minds? Plus, he wanted Jason to simmer with lust and hunger for just a little while longer. That way, he would be completely eager and willing for more strenuous activities.
When Eric made no further movements, Jason rolled in his lap. He stared up at the vampire. He wanted to beg for release, but was unsure of whether or not he would be admonished for it. He knew he should be afraid of vampires, but tonight his instincts were turned upside down.
Eric's hand moved to caress Jason's cheek. Now filled with lust instead of fear, Jason did not flinch away from the touch. He pushed his face against the vampire's palm. He needed more than a gentle gesture.
Eric stared down at the human. The spanking left his blood boiling and the scent danced around the room. He initially longed for Sookie's blood, but now he found himself lusting over the Stackhouse boy. The pulse in his neck throbbed and begged to be taken. Eric leaned down.
Jason sucked in a worried breath. Eric heard him shudder and paused for a moment. He let his mouth brush gently against the vulnerable skin. His tongue sneaked out and tenderly moistened his intended meal. His mouth twitched opened and blunt teeth teased at the flesh. Jason jumped at the initially shock of teeth against skin, but settled down once he felt the rounded nubs. Eric softly bit his flesh, letting Jason get used to the idea of fangs.
Eric's fangs unfolded with a click, but Jason had no time to react. Eric's fangs were immediately inside Jason, ripping his flesh and greedily feeding from his blood. Jason's body quivered in response. Eric's eyes immediately sprang open as his mouth was filled with the sweet nectar. The blissful taste of Jason's blood exploded in his mouth. The taste was unfamiliar, yet captivating. He devoured Jason as an insatiable hunger took over him. It wasn't until he felt Jason's weak pounding at his chest that he was pulled back into reality.
He looked back down at Jason who remained lying in his lap, panting heavily. He looked back at Eric and smiled faintly at his blood stained lips. His blood on Eric's lips was somehow erotic.
"Oh, God," Jason whimpered.
Eric chuckled. "I'd rather if you'd just call me Eric." He knew the line was clichéd, but he loved to say it and humans never called him out on it.
"Fuck! I'll call you whatever you want!" Jason offered. "What do we do now?"
Eric looked around the room. "I suppose I have to get you back to Bon Temps."
Jason nodded. He hoped that once in his hometown, they would continue their antics. "Is it like this all the time for vampires?"
Eric shook his head. "You've haven't begun to feel the burn."
Jason's face lit up. "This isn't over."
Eric's eyes snapped back at Jason. What a curious creature that Jason Stackhouse turned out to be.
"Not by a long shot," Eric replied.