Title: Whisper in the Blood

Type: Slash, UST, RST, Friendship, Action, Snark

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: True Blood [Showverse]

Pairing: Eric Northman/Jason Stackhouse

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

Word Count: 10461

Summary: With questions about his recent run in with Eric, Jason visits Fangtasia, after all he was invited. Within no time at all, Jason finds himself swept away in Eric's world, and looking at him through even newer eyes than before. Yes, it's against the law to drink blood in a public work place, but Eric's office is not exactly public now is it? Is Jason about to find out first hand? And if so, what will he get in return? Knowing Eric, something oh so good, no doubt.

Warnings: Use of adult language and references, as well as sexual acts. 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. Also, in the beta with this chapter we tried chopping up the paragraphs some, to see if it made an easier read, so let us know if it helped or made any difference. Thanks!


Jason just sat in his truck, staring at the glaring neon sign at the building's entrance. He'd had a couple days to think about what Eric had done to him, what he'd let him do, and figured that if he didn't come here, he'd get another visit. Putting his forehead to the steering wheel for a few seconds, he finally stepped out into the parking lot, making his way to the long-ish line at the door. Maybe if he changed his mind while he waited, he could still get out. Jason had a very brief moment to consider that option before the female vampire who usually hung around Eric came to him, motioning once with her finger before heading back to the door. He stood in place for a second before following, she'd looked over her shoulder to see if he was anyway.

"Welcome, Mr. Stackhouse," some scary looking guy at the door nodded at him, holding it open for Jason to go through, as if he were esteemed company. Jason blinked in slight surprise, giving an unfitting "hey" before entering. It was loud and dark inside, like he remembered, maybe a little more crowded than usual? Pam had led him to Eric's table without Jason noticing, but once he finally saw the Viking, he lost whatever words he may have thought originally.

"Uh...so, hi Eric. Thought I'd stop by and...talk? About stuff." Jason shrugged, pushing his hands into his jean pockets.

As always, Eric was motionless; when he stood he stood still, when he sat he sat still, and when he bathed, he bathed still. Much like a statue, Eric's beauty was preserved, though by the mysticism of vampiric youth and not by simple stone. As Jason spoke to him, it was as though a veil had been lifted, as though Eric sprang to life and colour when previously enveloped by an unknown kind of dark anonymity. He had lived so long now, that Eric found most of his time was spent waiting. Waiting for something of new appeal to occur, that he might find a reason to spring to life for it. Usually, the wait was fruitless, but in all his anxious confusion, Jason provided quite the worth to the wait.

"Mr Stackhouse. Sit with me won't you?", Eric gestured with one prideful and elegant hand to the chair opposite him, seeming so animated, though he had barely changed position or expression at all.

Once Jason sat, still seeming unsure, Eric continued his smoky commentary, the eyes of those that surrounded them making loud notes of Eric's new guest. Jason didn't realise how honoured he was to be welcomed to share presence with Eric, then again neither had Sookie before him. Eric was too superior to really give much of a shit.

"To what do I owe the honour? Perhaps you have made your decision regarding recently discussed matters?", something in the way Eric spoke seemed set to mock Jason, but then it was so obscure and overrun with the spectre of a friendly tone that it wouldn't have been wise to accuse him of such, "I see that as usual...you are dressed for the occasion.", this time, with that unapologetic smirk, Eric made no secret of his insult, however playfully it came, eyes stealing breath from whoever looked into them.

He hesitated only a moment, wondering what the hell he was actually going to say to this vampire. Eric really couldn't kill him for saying the wrong thing in his own club, especially since he was supposed to be protecting him, right? Jason sat on the edge of the seat, as if sitting on it entirely would injure him in some way. He looked at his clothes, the slightly stained jeans and shirt that could have used ironing, but he thought he looked nicer than he usually did when he went to Merlotte's. At least this shirt had sleeves on it.

"Yeah. So. The other night at my place...in the bathtub and all?" Jason's voice dropped considerably, and he glanced around, a little alarmed when he noticed people watching them intently.

"I...fuck it, I can't say I didn't like it cause you did that hypnotizin' thing and know that I did, but why do I gotta like it? You did some weird vampire shit on me, and you...gave me a fuckin' boner." Jason looked like he was upset because he couldn't understand what had happened.

As if he couldn't help himself, Eric flashed a devilish smile as instantly as Jason had finished his words, "Successful erectile function offends you?", his words were both broken and crispy, as though tickled by an evil feather as he spoke them.

Despite his centuries of self awareness, even Eric only had some idea of how intoxicatingly fuckable he himself looked right then, "Or perhaps you are troubled because it did not. Either way, Mr. Stackhouse, I can assure you of two things. Whatever trickery you believe me guilty of, any arousal you experienced was completely genuine. Furthermore, such situations need not present themselves again. Though, it would be a shame. I did enjoy our mutual bathing.", he smiled again, like a glorious fiend.

Eric was simply to good at being Eric, and no one else could even begin to resemble that art. With one hand gesture, Eric beckoned forth a suited underling to his side, not even caring to look at him upon arrival, "A drink Mr. Stackhouse?", it was surreal how Eric made every situation a casual one, when none that encompassed him were ever lacking in controversy of some measure.

Jason's mouth was set unevenly, as if he were trying to appear angry, but could not make his face bend to his will. "Hell no, I don't want no…damn it, I'll have me a beer."

Nothing stronger for now, not after the last visit. The premium vodka had been amazing, but Jason needed whatever wits he had about him, tonight. He sat back in the seat, finally, and rested his hands on the arms of it.

"Somethin' ain't right about it. Did I really mean all that stuff I said?" He knew deep down that he did, but maybe a part of him wanted it to be of Eric's doing.

"Cause I...fuck, I can't even say I never thought about doin' none of that neither. And what the fuck did you mean about my blood? You were tryin' to make me think I was gay all over, right?"

It was not an easy process for one such as Eric to translate the words and thoughts of a man like Jason into something remotely intelligent, but this fact amused the vampire rather than it did aggravate him.

"You already know the answer to both questions.", Eric's robust underling returned quickly with two bottles of chilled beer, placing them down in front of Jason, making effort not to engage socially at all, or even make eye contact. Instructions perhaps?

"Now tell me Mr. Stackhouse, why are you really here? Of course, you are as always more than welcome, but it is clear to me that this night you arrive with purpose. As you can see I am not distracted. Now would be a good time to diminish the small talk."

Eric was a little peckish, but not to a degree that it would become a problem. Still, he refused to drink Tru Blood, unless he had appearances to maintain around false authorities that would be watching and taking note of such a thing. Then again, it might have been Jason's simple presence that caused his hunger to mildly stir.

He was not used to being served quite like this, with no words exchanged at all. Jason even stopped himself from thanking the unnamed guy for the beers. Shrugging the thought off, he picked up a beer and took a long swig of it, giving a refreshed gasp after.

"So I uh...well I thought about it, like you said to." Jason still looked a bit confused, but it was his normal expression more than true confusion.

"And I don't get it, still, but…I think I kinda do wanna be your human and all. Cause if I really do got the funky blood like you said, and other vamps figure it out, that'd end real bad. And...I like ya." He swallowed another large mouthful of beer.

"I didn't wanna like it the other night, but I did, and maybe that's...somethin' new I guess. But it don't make me real gay do it?"

"Of course not Mister Stackhouse. You, being real gay...we simply couldn't have that.", though Eric toyed with Jason a little, he meant only to tickle the unpolished human with it, not offend.

There was a strand of truth sewn through his words after all; Eric may have liked one kind of fairy, but the other was really not to his tastes. Better to fiddle with a straight bow.

"I suppose I shall accept your decision. After all, I do not already bother myself with enough selfless tasks.", his words on paper may not have suggested it, but Eric made it obvious that he was more than pleased to have Jason become his human, decidedly, especially considering what has transpired between them last time they met.

"Before we seal this arrangement irreversibly by a mutual divulgence of blood, you must tell me Mr. Stackhouse...not a single doubt has passed through your mind?", Eric was bad, dangerous, at times spiteful and arguably evil, but he did honour the ettiquette of the old ways he was taught, and to take a human or future progeny based upon untrustworthy foundations was not something he was prepared to do. Godric had taught him better.

Jason looked into the neck of the beer bottle as Eric spoke, his mouth grimacing to one side as he considered it.

"Well I was workin' the other day, and we were lifting boxes and shit, and then I got a cut on my finger and it bled a little bit. And then I remembered that I ain't got powers or nothin, but Sook does." He took a drink of the beer, pointing at Eric with a disbelieving gaze.

"Cause you said that I might get some of 'em, but I tried real hard and I can't do nothin' at all. And Sook ain't got a blood type, neither. So I don't think I'm gonna get powers or anything, cause if I got a blood type, then I can't. Maybe they done forgot about 'em at the fairy hospital or whatever."

Eric's calm gaze followed the rollercoaster of Jason's words, surprised to learn that in time, they did in fact have an arrival point. He turned his head mildly to one side and smiled at Jason's ridiculous articulation, understanding it's meaning regardless, "I have told you only the truth Mr Stackhouse. Your sister was born with the fairy essence much more active in her blood. Such in you has been latent. This has allowed you to have a blood type where Sookie does not, and failed to allow you any supernatural powers. You are however, just as much a fairy as Sookie is, even if the human sciences would indicate otherwise. I can smell it on you, if I overlook the scent of your cologne and manly perspiration. I promise you, there is no deception or mistake made in this matter.", and if Jason really needed Eric to, he could go about proving his claims to be true.

"So I still smell like a fairy?" Jason didn't look terribly thrilled about the fact.

"But wouldn't it be real cool if I did get some powers? Like if I could start readin' minds too." He drank his beer contemplatively.

"But I don't get it, if I was gonna be gettin' powers, why didn't I always have 'em? Sook did." What had made his fairy essence stay in hiding, as well, he wondered.

"Cause I was born first and all, too. Maybe them powers only come out in girls or somethin', cause a guy like me ain't really like a fairy."

It only took Eric a second to come up with a way to explain things to Jason in an infantile way, so that he may understand.

"Some children are born blonde and with curls. In the years that come, their locks may become darker, and their curls unfolded. It is much the same of you Mr Stackhouse. Whatever the benefits, you are what you are.", Eric was sure that would be simple enough to placate Jason's wandering thoughts.

"For all we are aware, you may already be able to read minds. Why not try now? Tell me what I'm thinking.", Eric smirked almost invisibly, already entertained by what hilarity was sure to come.

That made enough sense to Jason to make him drink quietly for a few more seconds, thinking over this whole fairy thing. He'd tried looking for information on it online, but none of what he'd found sounded like anything he knew.

"Shit, ya think I might? Like maybe how Sook can't read vamp minds, I could only read 'em!" Jason sat at the edge of his chair excitedly and set his beer down.

He narrowed his eyes, biting on his lip as he stared at Eric, his face screwing up in what he thought was concentration, but came off more as constipation. After a moment he exhaled sharply, shaking his head.

"I can't hear nothin'. Lemme try again." Jason reached across the gap between them, putting his palm flat against Eric's forehead, two fingers touching his own temple.

"You're cold," he said, "But I still can't hear nothin'! I think it's too loud out here, messin' with my vampire mind-readin' shit and all."

Despite the unwelcome, unsophisticated public touches by Jason's hand, Eric did not budge. In fact, his expression remained entertainingly stoic as Jason attempted to tune in to his thoughts, looking like the most loveable moron in the world as he did so. He was more like a monkey than a human, really, he just looked better. Eric liked monkeys.

"Well, I will forgive your failed attempt this once." he quipped quickly.

Immediately Eric's attentions were drawn away from Jason, behind him in fact, over his shoulder. Though the Nordic vampire barely moved at all, the slight shift of his eyes was noticeable enough in it's simplicity. Something short of a growl but perhaps more dangerous sounded, as Eric looked on. Two vampires were engaged in a dispute. How foolish of them to exhibit such poor behaviour in their Sheriff's presence, especially when his human was so close to harm's way.

"Maybe you just weren't thinkin' so I couldn't hear anythin' in my head."

Jason picked up his beer and lifted it to his lips, though when he looked at Eric again, he noticed how his eyes had changed, somehow, now that they weren't looking at him. His head whipped around as Eric disappeared from in front of him, but he found the nearby fight, though it was more of a beat down. Jason watched it with a curious expression, halfway between confusion and amusement.

Without blinking, Eric blurred over to the two stocky, inexpensive looking vampires, and though his actions were too quick to be specified, they could be heard, surreal thuds sounding as his fists went to work, as well as the snapping of broken bones. When he was done, the blur of his demonic speed ended, Eric appearing from it in a tranquil, untroubled posture, the two offenders being sent harshly through the air to collide with two separate walls. As the easily beaten vampires lay in broken piles at the foot of either wall, the crowds looked on both fearful and fascinated, Eric walking through them like a celebrity who tired of the paparazzi, parting those before him as Moses did the Red Sea.

He took his seat again, his composure just as lax as before, "Forgive my sudden departure. Usually I would deal with such offences with a greater measure of restraint, however those who fail to respect that I am in the company of my human will not come to know any benefit from it.", Eric smiled deliciously, like a child who just ate his first birthday cake, all by himself.

Pam appeared at the table, standing with one hand on her hip, looking half-bored and half-bothered, as per usual.

"I take it he said yes, then?", she asked, the only one allowed to snipe Eric like that.

"Why yes Pam, he did. Now, would you kindly remove all customers who can not stand of their own accord from our fine establishment?", the maker prompted his childe.

"Whatever. My outfit is way too well thought out for me to get in the middle of whatever this is.", her second to last word gestured to the invisible chemistry present at the table, between both men. And with that, Pam was gone.

"You will excuse my progeny. She is not good around new people, unless they are food…in which case she is sometimes slightly more…agreeable.", the Viking was positively energized by his own devious styling.

"Fuck me," he said as Eric returned, "That was better than those UFC fights."

He watched the way Pam spoke, how she seemed bored over everything, really. And then she was gone as fast as Eric had when the vamps started fighting.

"She ain't gonna bite me, is she?" Jason didn't think that Eric would allow that, but maybe it was in some rulebook or something. Jason also wasn't quite sure what a progeny was, but it sounded painful.

"You sure weren't kiddin' about protectin' me and all. Shit, them vamps weren't even mad at me about nothin'." He beamed at the thought of not having to worry about any sort of attack, even inadvertent ones that interrupted whatever he and Eric had going on.

"Not unless you want her to.", of course, Eric would more likely keep Jason's blood to himself, but then he would make allowances for his progeny if Jason was keen, and she had behaved to his liking, "You are my human now. Your blood is mine alone to savour, unless we both desire an alternative. I profusely doubt that I will.", Eric beamed gloriously after he spoke, catching Jason's perky glances with his own dominant eyes, again, "As promised, with you as my human no vampire should dare to so much as disrespect you and expect to walk away unscathed. We vampires heal very quickly Mr. Stackhouse, but we can feel pain. One as old as I am knows almost too many ways to take full advantage of that fact.", the vampire licked his lips a little at the thought of torture.

He shook his head quickly, clearly not too broken up about the fact that Pam wouldn't bite him. "That's cool, I don't want a lot of vamps drinkin' my blood and all. I need most of it." Something about the way that Eric talked about hurting other vampires gave him a chill, but not in a fearing way. He remembered well enough how easy it could be to keep a vampire in pain, if you really wanted to.

"Right, so now I'm your human and all...I get to still live at my place, right? And work with the road crew and all that?"

Eric had also talked about not having his blood until they made a decision, so maybe he wanted to get that out of the way, too. Jason didn't bring it up yet, but he was nervous and a touch excited to know what it was like to taste vampire blood straight from the source.

"You will live as you always have, only you will be much safer than before. Of course, we must share audience regularly, and...you must behave yourself Mr. Stackhouse. I can protect you from harm, however, if I am forced to do so when you are at fault, I shall be held responsible for your actions. Usually that won't be a problem.", until Eric's last sentence, what he had to say had seemed formal and maybe even a little uncomforting; the wicked delivery of six suggestive words were all it took to change the tone.

Eric believed that Jason had gotten the message. He could not simply act irrationally as he had before; that would be unacceptable.

"I kinda get in trouble without thinkin' sometimes, but I ain't done anythin' that...ok, I done a lot that I really shouldn'a." Jason sat back, thinking briefly over things that he'd done in his life that had gotten other people in trouble. He got bored with that train of thought when he hit his high school memories.

"Ok, I ain't gonna walk up to vamps and jump around like 'oh hey I'm a fairy, y'all should bite me' or nothin' like that." He nodded, looking pleased with himself. It might get hard being a vampire's human, but maybe he could do a good job with it.

"Good.", Eric approved Jason's particular way of promising compliance, "Look around you Mr Stackhouse...you are the envy of every human here. All of them want nothing more than for me to simply take their blood. None would dare to think themselves worthy of becoming my human, to which there are many benefits. However, you will find I am strict when need arises.", Eric grinned more wildly than before, cheerful images of Jason bent over his lap and being chastised by a good bare-handed spanking, rolling over the backdrop of his mind.

Jason did let his eyes wander over the bar when Eric indicated, noticing a lot of people simply watching them. Some of them, men and women, even tried to catch his eye. He was used to that normally, but it seemed odd now..

"Well I ain't gonna break any rules or nothin'. Least not ones I know." Jason emptied his bottle, setting it beside the first.

"And why d'you keep callin' me Mr. Stackhouse? Sounds like you're a lawyer or a cop or somethin'. Everyone else just calls me Jason."

Though Eric looked to Jason in an approving manner, he found no reason to respond to his question. He knew though, that Jason would do his very best to satisfy him as his human, even if it would take a lot of time and effort to fully domesticate him, scruffy little mongrel that he was. Eric ignored the question entirely, refusing to call Jason by any other name unless the moment felt fitting, "It seems I have neglected my appetite. Perhaps you would oblige?", those cuttingly mysterious eyes glistened with dark daring in Jason's direction, although the expression spared was predominantly a subtle one.

A little jolt shot up Jason's spine, and he felt as if he wanted to glance around again but could not escape Eric's gaze for a moment. "I...well I mean that's part of my job now...right?" His gaze did wander then, looking briefly about as if someone were overhearing them.

"You ain't allowed to out here, are ya? Cause I don't want to have people, y'know, watchin' me." Jason picked up the empty beer bottle as if it still offered some alcohol to him. Being Eric's human meant he'd have to be bitten eventually, and he'd agreed to it.

A part of him that he didn't want to admit to yet even wanted it. "So like, ok. You can bite me, but somewhere else." Maybe Eric could bite him where he could cover it up easy, too. Explaining a vampire bite to the crew would be hard.

"Drinking blood in a public workplace is against the law, as I am sure you know. However, my office is not public...and it is fitted with the strongest little bolt lock.", and something in how Eric shared such information would cause one to wonder; did he promise security, or threaten no escape?

Whatever the case may be, Eric stood and began a measured pace towards the door of his office, not offering even the slightest of gestures or looks to Jason, to indicate a welcoming that he may follow him. He spoke to the air as Jason trailed behind him, anxiously but willing. There was something enjoyably naughty about taking the first bite from an owned human, like a young boy before his first fuck, panicked for the thought of being caught.

"You are in perfect hands Mr. Stackhouse. I have the self control to take only what is necessary. You will be fine, and once you have tasted my blood in return, you will feel better than you ever have before.", Eric gloated even though Jason could not see his face, taking pride in the fact that his blood was of a rare old age, and therefore stronger in effect than most vampires'.

He seemed stuck in place for a moment before jumping up to follow Eric. Jason noticed how different their walks were, with the vampire almost gliding over the floor, as he felt he was more plodding, avoiding eye contact with anyone they passed by.

"That ain't too bad then," he supposed, though he seemed to take on a much lighter air as they entered the office, away from prying eyes, loudly wondering what the two of them could be up to. It would have been really awful to have Sookie's powers now, with the way everyone's minds out in the club must have been buzzing. Jason stood a few steps inside the door, somewhat awkwardly, looking around.

"So uh...so how are we doin' this then?" He tried not to appear nervous, but figured he wasn't being very convincing with that.


Eric's lips did things that should have been criminal once the door was slammed behind Jason by his hand, metallic rustling of the lock sounding shortly after. The charismatic Norseman lingered over Jason for a few moments of silence, body lunged forward to warn contact with his. An act of seduction perhaps, or frivolity between two beasts in the wild. Then, Eric stood back a little, pulling his long sleeved top over his head. Once he had thrown it to one side carelessly, he rushed back in front of Jason, pulling open his shirt in one unapologetic motion, fangs unsheathed with a sort of hiss ebbed from behind them. And then Eric was gentle again, fanning a hand smoothly over the golden, scrumptious flesh of Jason's collarbone. He admired the human's reactions almost romantically at first, maybe even a little captivated.

"Relax Mr. Stackhouse, I will make this as comfortable for you as possible...unless you have a certain taste for pain.", he flashed an uneven, fanged smile, though perhaps it wouldn't break the ice so much as chip at it, "If there is anywhere you would rather not be bitten, you should tell me now.", he continued stroking the meat of Jason's chest, gently, or even lovingly.

The door's slamming made Jason jump slightly. If it had felt like he was on display at a zoo out there, in here it was like he'd just been cornered by a lion. Jason's heart started to pound as Eric approached him, and his mouth hung open slightly as if he were going to speak more, though nothing came out. For once, he had been found speechless, even as the vampire pulled the folds of his shirt apart. Jason blinked, finding his voice again, perhaps the cold shock of the large hand on his torso bringing him back. He couldn't help continually glancing at those shining fangs.

"Yeah, I ain't about the pain and all," he nodded, a half smile coming onto his features, "But uh...ok, I don't think you should bite me on my neck, or like on my arms. Like for now, cause I still gotta do work and stuff." His eyes trailed down from Eric's, taking in the perfect, marble-esque skin before him. He even rose a hand unwittingly, just to feel the texture of it. The vampire had amazing everything, he thought.

"And how am I supposed to...have your blood and all? I don't think I got a very strong bite."

"How about here?", Eric asked, in a heavily friendly manner, resting his hand firmly over one of Jason's pectoral muscles, "Or here?", this time grabbing the supple flesh at Jason's side, just above his hips, "Or maybe somewhere here.", he tickled Jason's ears with his voice now, making it silky and melodic again, fingertips tickling dangerously at the flesh of Jason's abdomen, teasing his waistline.

"Jason...you worry too much. My fangs have no trouble piercing any flesh I set them upon...including my own.", Eric answered, still teasing Jason's nervous skin, listening to the enchanting drum of the human's rushed heartbeat.

Jason's eyes glazed over slightly at the touches, feeling a bit like he was out of his body in some way. He followed the vampire's hand with stolen glances, each contact making his pulse beat just a little faster. With the unanticipated caress to his stomach, Jason felt his blood pumping in new ways.

"I uh...um my...legs maybe?" He let out a deep breath, raising his eyes. "Cause I don't think anyone'd look there for a bite right now...you can get blood from there easy like, right?"

"Are you trying to get yourself more naked around me already, Mr. Stackhouse? And to think, you haven't tasted my blood even once yet.", the request of having one's leg bitten was uncommon, especially for a bite-virgin.

There were areas Eric did enjoy feeding from that would be more accessible if Jason were less clothed, but now was not the time or place for that. Cunning as ever, Eric thumbed over the palms of both of Jason's hands at the same time, remembering earlier tale of injury to one of them, finding the barely healed wound.

"This flesh is already open...not as painless to drink from as most places I would choose, but you have the courtesy of being granted a virgin's choice.", his eyes asked Jason the question that his words did not. Of course, Eric's patience did not know the eternal youth that he did; it would not last forever.

Jason let out a short, slightly nervous chuckle at Eric's insinuation, but maybe more instances of shared nudity had been in the back of his mind. Jason looked at the slightly sealed cut on his hand, thinking through the offer. If it didn't hurt too bad, Jason could deal with it, plus it was already a cut, so who would really notice?

"That'd work fine I suppose, but...where do you wanna bite me? Except for my neck and all."

His hand had already lifted on it's own though, as if offering itself up to the vampire. But Jason figured he should be a good human and worry about what Eric wanted. That was part of it all, wasn't it?

Eric ushered away the wounded hand now politely offered to him, letting it fall to Jason's side again, "You do realise that once you have tasted my blood, all wounds you now have will heal? The one upon your hand...any caused by my bite. There would be no mark to see.", Eric explained away Jason's concerns, eyeing the firm round muscle of his shoulder before kneading it in one hand.

"Oh yeah, vamp blood does that, don't it." Jason sucked on his bottom lip for a moment, thinking it over and nodding.

"Ok, that'd be fine then. Cause I ain't good at explaining stuff, so...fuck, I guess you can bite me anywhere." He smiled up at Eric brightly, the realization temporarily masking his nervousness. It returned quickly, just with less impact than at first.

"So...yeah, just not real hard like or nothin', if that's alright." Jason gulped once, tilting his head slightly, having at least noticed where Eric's eyes had been settled.

"Anywhere, Mr. Stackhouse...", Eric's fingers travelled down to tinker with the button and fly of Jason's jeans. Once unfastened though, Eric let out a brief, breathy spell of laughter, not even pushing the jeans down to Jason's ankles, "...a joke of course.", no, Eric did not want to bite Jason's dick off just yet, but it had been fun to watch the human fearing such a fate for a few seconds.

And just like that, the smile was gone. Too quick to be seen again since his last position, Eric's cool, wet mouth was fixed to the tender flesh of Jason's neck, razor sharp fangs cutting through just enough for a slow and steady flow of blood to seep into Eric's thankful mouth. After a short but substantial while of drinking had passed, Eric pulled himself from the punctures he had made, lips redder than usual but otherwise absent spillage.

"My my, Mr. Stackhouse...you are more delicious than anticipated. I trust I did not hurt you too much?", Eric barely awaited his human's response, foreign crimson life still warming his gullet and core in ways that typical human blood did not.

One short, hideous sound later and Eric had gnawed a deep wound into the ball of his own wrist, offering it to Jason, "Now you drink from me, and we become as one. Do it Mr. Stackhouse. We both know how much you want to.", Eric's face amazingly stunning as well as his ghostly words, though his expressions remained humorously stationary again.

Jason had stopped breathing for a moment when his jeans were undone, staring wide-eyed at the vampire. When Eric laughed, though, he did not join in with it, instead looking rather sour. He began to question the humour of the joke, but was interrupted quickly by the light pain in his neck. Stars jumped in his vision briefly, his hands gripping the vampire's sides. This was weird, different, but he kind of liked it. Jason heard an odd noise coming from his own throat, one that he'd never made before, and surely couldn't be making now. As he leaned into the vampire, the mouth was lifted from his flesh, leaving him feeling oddly satisfied with it. Weird. Jason touched his throat gently, as if he couldn't comprehend that he really had just been bitten. He shook his head in response, looking somewhat shell-shocked. Eric's hand, extended, seemed surreal already. Jason took hold of his arm lightly, bringing the wound to his face.

"Yeah...I do wanna." He glanced at Eric very briefly before putting his mouth to the bleeding wrist, drinking from it.

The first gulp sent tingles all through him, making him drink with a more eager pace, groaning at the flavour. The bite healed soon enough, though, and Jason licked his lips, more messy than the much older vampire.

"Holy...well fuck. I mean, like, really…fuck. It's like..." He grinned widely, looking from Eric's face to his wrist. This blood was better than any of the V he'd taken. Jason felt drawn to the vampire who now owned him, more than before.

"Shit, I just wanna fuck. Or run. Or like lift weights or somethin'. But fuckin's at the top of the list I think." Jason leaned forward into Eric, looking slightly drunk, as perhaps expected. "I like, feel you. Up in here, I think." He tapped his head. "S'that supposed to happen?"

Though fully capable of helping himself, Eric did not, instead allowing Jason to witness how potently pleased he had made him; compliments towards the vampire's blood, his trust and compliance, his open admittance to being aroused. Jason did not disappoint as Eric's human so far. His mind took ADHD to a new level of achievement, but then Eric found that to be quite charming in it's own unrefined way. He took his thumb to Jason's lips after licking it himself, wiping away any remaining smudges of blood.

"That and more Mr Stackhouse.", Eric promised Jason a whole new world of pleasurable connectivity; horrendously delightful that Jason had no idea what he was in store for.

"Your impulse to fuck something or someone is quite evident Mr. Stackhouse.", though he didn't look down, it was obvious Eric had already seen Jason's raging erection, strained against the denim of his jeans. It was also obvious that Eric enjoyed the view.

"It seems your blood has had a similar effect on me. Of course, I can't be sure since I haven't seen for myself. Perhaps you would like to check for me, and return with your report?", how eloquently Eric initiated verbal foreplay; it was an old practice, from a time when men and women fucked with intelligence, and fucked well.

Jason couldn't help his grin, again, or his apparent giddiness. The way he felt was more amazing than anything he'd ever known, and he wasn't even high. More like sharply aware. He glanced down at himself, seeing how his jeans were begging to be removed entirely, the flaps spreading open from his hard on.

"Cool. Fairy blood makes vampires get like humans do when they got vampire blood…all horny and stuff?" Jason looked at Eric's pants, which seemed to be fitting tighter than earlier in the evening, though it may have been a wanton illusion of his mind.

He smiled like a schoolboy about to intentionally get in trouble, though Eric had invited him to check. And Jason couldn't really trust his eyes all the time, could he? Looking down toward the vampire's groin, Jason pressed his hand against it, nodding.

"Yup, you sure do got a boner. Hey, I did that, didn't I?" Jason looked pleased with himself for accomplishing that.

"So I'm allowed to do stuff like this when I wanna, right?" He toyed with the zipper on Eric's slacks mischievously.

Like a long bladed weapon through the air, Eric's arm sliced through the atmosphere swiftly, his hand grabbing Jason's before it got itself into any real trouble.

"You are allowed to do much more than what you just have, whenever you would like. However...I would have the first time be sober of blood. I want to know that it is you who wants me, and not the thrall of that which you have sipped from. I trust you find my perspective to be...reasonable.", and as much Eric was horny enough to fuck a hole through a brick wall right now, he still took sadistic pleasure in the fact that his perspective was anything but reasonable.

What good reason was there for both of them not to fuck right then and there in his office? Unfair in the sense that Eric had a thousand years of self control under his belt, and Jason, well, he was famous for quite the opposite behaviour. How lovely, Eric thought.

Jason's face fell considerably when Eric pulled his hand away, and even more when the vampire insisted that they wait.

"But...but I'm like really horny! And I told you back in the bathtub that I liked it, and now I'm...I just really wanna do stuff." Jason frowned, looking at both fully formed bulges in stifled despair. "I promise I'm still gonna want it later, ok?" He understood the place Eric was coming from, but that didn't mean he had to like it at all.

"It's a good idea, what with the blood sharin' and me likin' it and what not." But maybe Eric was the kind of vampire who just didn't change his mind for anything. If so, that made this a second time Jason would be left frustrated. More so on this occasion.

"You have much to learn Mr. Stackhouse. First, that I never change my mind once it is made up. Second, that there are ways for a man to enjoy himself that do not depend upon the forcing of ejaculate...as positively thrilling as that particular bodily function is.", Eric seemed so full of himself and his world, which was everything around him, including Jason. He had whatever he wanted, as he wanted it and he knew it too. He fucking loved it, and why wouldn't he?

"Tell me Jason Stackhouse...do you kiss as well as a man with your reputation should?", the vampire almost laughed as he started buttoning Jason's shirt back up.


Jason's expression was much like that of an injured puppy, his wide eyes searching for and answer, perhaps this was another joke. He hoped, but it was clearly not. His face perked up a little, though, when Eric used his name, like he preferred.

"Sure do," he nodded, his smile returning.

"You wanna kiss me?" Jason leaned toward the vampire purposefully. Maybe his mind had been made up, but not how Jason imagined it was. Maybe if he kissed Eric, and the vampire liked it, then he would get to do the other things he really wanted to right now.

Jason continued to interest Eric; how he so easily amused him to the point of his cold, wintery features seeming flushed with warmth, when technically, the human was of no profound intrigue, or was he? He cursed Jason with his eyes, but the dark magic of it told a brilliant lie of something good, "Jason Stackhouse-", Eric still found it unnatural and tasteless to completely drop his namesake of choice for the human, and so 'Stackhouse' still stayed, and the delivery of the full name remained formal in sounding, "-I thought you were one to show more initiative...or do you hold yourself back only to prevent displeasing your new master?", Eric's words trickled over themselves like the euphoric bane of an exotic animal yet to be discovered. His eyes had never looked brighter.

Jason had been so confused by what he felt and what Eric had prevented that he hadn't given thought to what he might have been allowed to get away with.

"It's different, cause you're a dude and all." Jason glanced down again, but he didn't know what rules were in place at this moment.

His arousal was etched heavily into his face, and it was clear he would do as much as he was allowed to get away with. He'd never kissed another man before, or been intimate in the ways he and Eric had been so far. But he wanted the vampire more than he realized.

"And you're a vamp, but it don't matter none to me now."

Jason realized just how much of a height difference there was between them as he pushed his face to the vampire's. His kiss was less than tender, since he didn't see a reason to hold back with a vampire who had made him feel like this on two separate occasions now. Jason put his fingers through Eric's hair, gripping onto it like doing so offered a lifeline. There was also an odd taste to the vampire's lips that he couldn't place, maybe it was the remains of his own blood. He didn't care, kissing Eric felt dirty and amazing.

"Cute.", Eric said with an obscure attitude, as though a friend had just shown him a picture of their newborn baby. Then again, Eric may not have had quite such an innocent reaction if exposed to a teacup human.

He had let Jason kiss him, though he did not kiss the human back just yet. There was no need to rush, Eric was a being whose concept of time was much less temporary and desperate than a mortal's. He found Jason's touch to be a novelty, so nervous and timid, perhaps even innocent; and yet Jason Stackhouse had infamy held to his sexual prowess. Eric would tease it out of him until he was comfortable baring it all without fear of overstepping a mark. In fact, Eric would make Jason for more masterful a lover than ever before, in good time. He liked that Jason wanted him, even though the realisation of it forced the human's pitifully limited mind to struggle in discomfort for it. Still, it seemed Jason's liking of what Eric had to offer was winning out.

The captivating vampire slaked behind Jason with an artistry no other could match, positioning himself so that his head peered over Jason's shoulder. Eric's thumbs then pushed down at the waistband of the jeans he once threatened to remove earlier. This time, no threat was made. He liked how his sudden actions of forced exposure caused Jason to jolt forward a little as if it would aid him, how it altered his scent to one more suited to prey. Without lowering his head, Eric's eyes drifted to the nice hard piece that now stood freely from Jason's groin, without the obstacle of clothing.

"I think you have something to take care of Mr. Stackhouse. There is no need to become shy now...I have seen it all before, literally.", the radiance of Eric's victorious disposition was enough to burn Jason's back, as the vampire half-whispered smooth words just passed his ear.

One of Eric's hands slithered beneath Jason's shirt to caress the definition of his torso, the other pressed down on his nearest shoulder.

Jason found that Eric seemed more deadly walking at a visible speed than when he simply appeared in one place instantly. Like a silent predator stalking fluidly.

"Shit," he gasped, erection popping out suddenly. He could not see the way Eric was looking at it, but he could definitely feel it.

It was obvious that the vampire wouldn't be helping him, again, but he wasn't about to send Jason off on his own to get rid of it. This wasn't exactly a new concept to the human, but the way it was presented felt foreign.

Jason swayed lightly with the touches, taking a breath before grabbing onto his cock. He looked over his shoulder briefly at the vampire, the expression that met him sending chills over his body. Looking down to himself once more, he tightened his grip and began pumping with a steady pace. Jason's eyes slid shut as his pace quickly built speed, and his entire body felt alert for Eric. His unused hand took a hesitating route backwards to the vampire's thigh, holding it firmly once found.

"Can't ya, like…just touch it?" Jason was breathing deeply, half opening his eyes, though he was looking only at the office before him. His hand slid quickly over his length, slowly becoming slick with precum.

There might have been more comedy to Eric's enjoyment than sexual excitement, but not by much, and considering the twisted, unconventional origins of Eric's impulses, it hardly spoke ill of Jason's worth to him. He parted with a deep 'hmmm' whilst watching Jason work himself into a receptacle of his own pleasure, enjoying the study of this particular human's carnal behaviour.

"For a heterosexual, you are very eager to have me please you, Mr. Stackhouse.", Eric dripped into Jason's ear, catching the wrist of the hand that sought to claim his thigh, "As explained I will not yet touch you where you would like me to. However, perhaps touching me will provide you some compulsion for...release.", Eric loved dragging out his more devious keywords, and he did it so very well, moving the human's hand to his own, still-solid appendage, though it remained concealed by his trousers; although barely, for it's impressive bulk.

"Your choice Mr. Stackhouse. I bite. It does not.", he kept all of his words softly edged, spoken just outside of Jason's ear, and not directly into it. Every one of Eric's moves were so unique to him, so decisive and otherworldly. Jason was a lucky little Stackhouse.

The need for Jason to reaffirm his orientation was overridden by his need to get off, perhaps something the vampire could sense. Jason couldn't help the low, disappointed grunt that he gave as Eric continued to deny him what he was really wanting. Maybe it was a test of sorts. That thought quickly dissolved with the new positioning of his hand, which despite reputation took eager hold of the vampire. Jason turned halfway, moving his hand so he mimicked what he was doing to his own cock. He seemed surprised at his actions, if only a little, as he looked down at Eric's groin.

"Looks uncomfy," he said, thumbing the zipper so it moved slightly.

Jason raised his eyes, glossy and lustful, to the vampire again. His gaze broke slightly with a particularly nice stroke, moving his entire body.

"Jason...focus on your own predicament. Do not display yourself as too keen, when a course of allowance has already been given. I would not like to find myself offended...and neither would you.", even though he had found it necessary to reprimand Jason for being slightly rebellious, Eric did splendour in the fact that his human was so helplessly turned on by him, that it had caused him to throw caution to the wind and risk defying his new master. Foolish yes, but a way of being stupid that Eric could compliment, privately, to himself.

"Oh look...you are already wet.", Eric noted the gloss that had oozed over the head of Jason's prick; it smelled wonderful, wild and hostile; it could only taste the same, or perhaps better, "It seems you are very excited for me, Jason Stackhouse. I am flattered. Really." That last word may have just sounded unforgivably sarcastic, but then what was new.

Jason grinned in his simple way, though it was made a bit filthier given the circumstances. So he wasn't allowed to really touch Eric as much as he felt he should, and he wasn't going to be touched. He left the flaps of the slacks as they were, leaving his hand where it had been placed instead, pulsing his grip on it slightly. It was hardly entirely his fault that he tried to bend a few rules. That was just what he did. Jason looked at his cock again as his hand sped further, pulling low groans from him that were just as lazy and viscous as the juices slipping from his cock.

"Yeah, first guy I jacked off to...and twice now." His hips began to jump with the motion of his hand, pushing his side into Eric. He could feel the hints of an orgasm building up, causing his head to tilt back with elevated moans coming from him.

Showing his true nature, Eric took the hand that had repositioned Jason's own, running it through Jason's scalp in a claw before clutching at the thick mess of hair at the back of his head and pulling back on it harshly. Jason couldn't see it, but both corners of Eric's smile had reached new heights.

"I think you like being my human, don't you Mr. Stackhouse?", his other hand quickly finished its caressing of Jason's chest and abdomen, travelling to Jason's pubic region, his four main fingers parted at the middle to make room for Jason's prick as it was jerked and tugged by a hand not his own.

Eric firmly pressed into the area again and again, sometimes taking the hand briefly upwards to tickle and fiddle with Jason's belly button. Those hands could do very naughty and unexpected things. Eric laughed maniacally if only for a second, before speaking again.

"You are about to spill yourself all over my floor aren't you Mr. Stackhouse? I can taste it.", he laughed again, like a fiend before spectacle of perversity and a bloodbath. He let go of Jason's hair and slid the offending hand under the human's shirt, index finger tracing Jason's spine delicately.

The sharp tug to Jason's hair surprised with a jolt, and now that his head was pulled back, Jason stared at the ceiling, his mouth hanging open just a little. "I'm...likin' it a whole lot..." The way Eric teased, evilly in his opinion, just sent him that much closer to his breaking point.

"Are you going to show me how much mess you have made inside all of the women you have fucked, Mr. Stackhouse? I am waiting. Please...impress me, if you can.", he by no means intended to incite fear, but there was something to how Eric spoke now that seemed a little more sinister than usual.

"Gonna cum..." he admitted it with no shame or guilt, though he was barely able to speak coherently. A chill broke out over his flesh, central to the slow caress of Eric's finger down his back.

"FUCK." Jason's eyes shut instantly, his face having a spasm of sorts as waves of pleasure moved through him. "Oh fuck, fuck," his words were twisted with his moans, thick spunk beginning to jump from his cock messily. "Nngh, fuck, Eric." Jason didn't fully realize what he was muttering, just that this orgasm was at the top of the list of ones he could remember at this moment.

Eric, with no sympathy for Jason at this moment of climax, grabbed at both of his sides and forced him to swivel around and face him while his last waves of orgasm sank over his face and shook at it core. More than satisfied with the broken vision of a man undone, before him, Eric licked at his bottom lip just once, savouring it. While Jason's eyes were still closed, his expression lost between tension and imminent concussion, Eric swiped a finger across the underside of the human's dickhead, gathering a modest bead of cum that had lingered there, bringing it to his lips to fill his pallet with flavour; a favourable one too.

"Very nice Mr. Stackhouse.", he was still so calm; that in itself was intoxicating, but then it made perfect sense.

Perhaps Eric did not alternate between hot and cold as most did, and his generally rare blend of temperature was more so a constant thing. It would explain a lot, such as how he made sitting up and standing down seem sexy. Jason's taste much like his aroma was barbaric; one of clean filth. It reminded Eric of a time now lost to him, of the fellow warriors he had known and chased stars with. Delicious.


Abruptly, Jason's eyes would open to the sound of his fly being zipped up. Fun time had apparently been declared 'over'.

"You look so interesting when you arrive to climax, Jason Stackhouse...like you are trying to remember something whilst falling asleep. I should probably study this expression again soon, help you to remember that which evades you, do you agree?", Eric stood there in front of Jason without a care in the world, as though no scandal had transpired, and like his own impressive arousal was not on clear display at all.

Jason barely noticed his new position, too overtaken by the sensations still bubbling under his skin to pay attention to much else. A fresh bolt of pleasure ran through him as Eric gave him a too-brief touch, a smile pulling his lips at the corner, happy that the vampire enjoyed how his cum tasted. Now that was hot. His breathing settled, finally, and he was feeling refreshed as ever. Vampire blood really did do a wonder. Jason's grin turned to a confused grimace as his jeans were refastened, secure around his hips again.

"Wha?" He looked down and then at Eric's face, then down to the vampire's erection. "I...I really liked it yeah. But don't you...need to, y'know?" Jason gestured to his groin, endlessly confused by the vampire.

"I could show it to you again." One orgasm was usually good enough for Jason in a short timeframe, but tonight seemed different in many ways already. He was still aroused, but it wasn't as much of a frantic need as earlier.

Did Eric just giggle? Not exactly, but it was something like it, "You needn't be concerned in the matter of my loins Mr. Stackhouse, I have many to relieve me if the need lingers."

Jason was a simple human, lacking in intellect what he made up for in testosterone, though this was not truly a recipe of contrasts that complimented one another. Of course Jason would think that the presence of an erection demanded orgasmic release. Humans, there were so docile to Eric, so inferior and in a way loveable for their frailty and shortcomings. He would have fun with this one.

"I must say that your willingness to satisfy me has not gone unnoticed. You will find yourself well rewarded for such an attitude." Eric unbolted the door and took a seat upon his desk, giving Jason the freedom to roam wherever he might.

"Right." Jason had taken his permanent look of confusion once more, fidgeting where he stood, as if unable to decide where to go or what to do.

"So like, what sorta stuff's gonna happen to me now?" He looked at the unlocked door, choosing instead to stay in the room.

"Cause I feel way different than last time I...well I mean, like do I smell like you now or somethin'? How are other vamps even gonna know I'm your human or whatever?"

"They will know because I will let them know." Eric stated, matter-of-factly in a way only he got away with, "In fact, I believe most in this area have already been justly informed.", yes, Pam would have seen to that, but then Jason was not aware of the intricate planning that had gone into his becoming Eric's human beforehand, nor the instructions set in place for the fruition of such an event.

"Typically, even a common vampire's human is left untouched. There are dire consequences for those who break the rules. As Sheriff of this area, it would be difficult for any vampires passing through not to learn of who you are bound to. In any case, a simple mention from you is all it would take to disarm any vampires that sought you unpleasantly.", Eric explained accurately, and with an even pace of delivery.

It boggled his mind that other vampires already knew that he was Eric's human. Jason didn't think he'd been that loud, but maybe that's not how they knew.

"Cool, it's like a vampire rape-whistle or somethin'." He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at his feet for a moment.

"Yes...or something.", Eric folded his arms to mimic Jason's own movement, just to see if it sparked any sort of troubled or confused reaction from the human-come-behavioural project.

Jason blinked when Eric crossed his arms, too, but maybe that was coincidence. Or maybe it was something else, something about sharing the blood. He tested it, putting one hand into his jeans pocket and scratching his head with the other.

"I feel different, like I don't care you just seen me jerk off and stuff. Cause I figured I'd still kinda think it's weird, but I don't."

"You may care, once my blood has left your system...but I severely doubt you will care much.", he smiled, a malevolent angel who followed no rule unless he saw worth in it.

"So, if I find out I don't really care...I think you should come over and hang out at my place. Oh shit, I should call Sook when I get home and tell her, cause vampire Bill's gonna know, and I should tell her first, right?"

"If you must.", Eric picked up the landline phone at his desk and dialled in Sookie's number. When she answered, he started a conversation with her to arrange a meeting between them both. Not unusual at all, except for the fact that he was utilizing one of his vampiric abilities to exactly mimic Jason's voice, in twang, pitch and even structure; but then there was a measure of refined skill involved in that.

"Your sister will see you tomorrow. She seemed unhappy that you call her at such an hour.", he smirked again, vaguely, and it became evident that he had not blinked many times during this entire night.

Jason stared with his jaw dropped, an utterly dumbfounded expression on his face. How could Eric do that?

"Holy shit, you done sounded just like me. Did you get my voice from my blood?" Jason felt his neck, where the wound had healed, as if it had an answer.

"But I didn't call her, you did. She ain't never gonna believe that." But it was good that he was seeing Sookie tomorrow, though, so he could try explaining things to her. She probably wouldn't be too happy about it, but then maybe she would, since it meant Eric didn't care about following her around too much anymore.

The vampire laughed again, not something Eric did as often as ten times a year, at least not warmly so, "No...it is a simple trick and nothing more.", he could have gone on to explain how he had demonstrated this trick to amuse himself with Jason's priceless reaction, but then, Eric didn't want to bore his human with so many details.

"Since you have become my human, you should know that if you are ever in need, in ways that do not involve you being in danger, I am here to support you in any and all matters. I am far better to answer to than Vampire Bill...a statement you will understand fully, in time."

Jason wondered if he could imitate Eric's voice, though that would be something he'd try on his own sometime. That'd be hard, he thought, because the vampire had a way of talking that wasn't just part of his voice.

"Thanks. You mean like drivin' me home after I got all drunk here and stuff." Jason smiled, thinking that it was going to be great, being Eric's human. "Woah, can I like call you with my mind now? Cause that'd be really cool."

"No, thankyou...for sharing that delightful bath with me. I do love a good, soothing bath Mr Stackhouse, especially when joined by one such as yourself, unashamed of his naked form, and with good reason.", a hidden compliment, not only by the styling of delivery Eric used, but also for the understated placement of it. He went on to answer Jason's question, certain he had revealed such information to the man before, "In time you will learn to. Until then, I will know where you are and when you are in danger."

Jason had liked the bath as well, and had kind of hoped to share another one with Eric in the future.

"Alright, well I guess when you wanna, you can come over and maybe do another one. Or somethin'." Jason shrugged with a grin, scratching at his neck.

"So I think I'm gonna go home and sleep, or eat. Might work out before that. But I'm sure glad that I got to be your human."

"You and I both, Mr Stackhouse.", Eric gazed pleasantly as Jason left his office semi-awkwardly, grinning to himself in privacy, for his accomplishment in acquiring him as human; Sookie would simply love this.


THE END