Author's Note: Sorry for being slow. I get insecure.

Warning: This story will end with as much plot as it began. Maybe less…

I disappointed myself - no spanking in this chapter. But even a story with no plot needs a transition.

Most importantly – thanks for reading!

V IS VERY SEXY

Chapter 4

Merlotte's was still opened on a late Thursday night. It was quiet though. Glass clinked as customers finished their last rounds. There was some clatter from the kitchen as Lafayette impatiently cleaned up. Once in a while, the sound of billiards balls hitting against the back of the pockets were heard. Jason had promised himself to finally catch up some sleep. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Eric. And now that Eric had penetrated him with something other than his fangs, he needed a distraction. He certainly couldn't sleep now.

Hoyt was a good friend. It didn't take much begging for him to join Jason in a game of pool, even if that game turned into several and they were still playing hours later.

Every time Hoyt made a polite excuse to leave, Jason would stop him with a desperate plea. Or a friendly insult, which was his basically his version of a desperate plea. And with a sigh, Hoyt would always turn back. He knew something was bothering his friend, but he knew better than to pry. Plus, a distracted Jason was easy to beat at pool.

Jason had lost the last three games already. While he was angry and frustrated to begin with, it was a great relief to be angry and frustration at something other than himself. Unfortunately, his much needed distraction was about to come to an end…

Merlotte's technically should have been closed. However, they usually let the last couple of customers finish their drinks and meals before they were kicked out. But since it was after closing time, it was very noticeable when a new customer walked in. Especially when that customer was a vampire.

Eric had not seen Jason for a few nights now. He did not expect the boy to ignore him for so long, but since Jason met Eric at Fangtasia the last time, it was only appropriate that Eric now followed Jason to Merlotte's.

Eric couldn't quite remember what drew him to Jason initially. He was bored. Jason was a distraction. And it would potentially annoy Bill and Sookie. However, Jason turned out to be an exceptional prize.

The boy did remind Eric somewhat of Sookie, yet he was completely different. He allowed Eric to taste his blood. He had the muscle and drive to experiment. Sookie indulged herself in mind games, while Jason was more simple and easy to read.

And Jason was beautiful. He had smooth skin and firm muscles, which were accentuated further when he glistened with sweat. He smelt and tasted better than any other human. And his emotional state was jumbled with arousal, frustration and confusion. How could Eric stay away from that?

Eric was silent as he walked through Merlotte's. He smiled at Jason. The smile was not innocent, but predatory.

Startled, the blond practically stabbed his cue into the pool table. The shaft bent, but did not snapped. Eric continued to smile as he watched Jason curse and punch the table. He loved watching the boy work himself into a state.

Eric approached slowly. His eyes shifted from Jason to Hoyt. "This looks like fun. Mind if I join?"

"I'm sorry, man," Hoyt responded kindly. "We're in the middle of straight pool. Next game though."

Jason instantly smacked Hoyt's arm. Eric laughed softly and took a seat at the booth. Jason groaned and narrowed his eyes at his friend.

"What the fuck you tell him that for?" Jason hissed.

"Ow…?" Hoyt responded with confused agitation as he rubbed his arm. "He asked. You don't want him to play, you tell him!"

Sometimes Hoyt was too polite for his own damned good. Jason shook his head heatedly, but returned to the pool table nonetheless.

"There's three things I love about this game," Jason admitted as he picked up his cue.

"Skill," he said normally to Hoyt. "Friends!" he spat out angrily and narrowed his eyes at Eric.

The vampire returned his hard stare with a confused scowl.

"And beer," Jason completed. "Hoyt, get us another pitcher."

"Sure, man," Hoyt answered uneasily. More beer was a great idea, but he doubted they were serving anymore drinks tonight.

"You don't consider me a friend?" Eric asked with a mock frown. He was fine with that. He didn't want Jason as a friend. Friends always made a big deal when you tried to introduce sex into the relationship. And he planned to have plenty of sex with Jason.

Jason was still slightly mad. He did not forget his night with Eric. He remembered he had opened himself to another man; allowing a vampire to enter inside him. The pain was also a focal point of that night. His body responded in a way to Eric that it never had for anyone else. He did not know if that was good or bad thing, but as the nights passed on and on, he realized that he was willing to do it again – as long as it included the blond Viking. He could barely admit that to himself, which only caused him to become more frustrated when the vampire showed up tonight.

"I remember some asshole kicking me out of his office," Jason reminded angrily as he chalked up his pool cue.

"I didn't know you would be so offended," the vampire offered. "I'm sure you did that to lots of girls."

"I'm not a girl."

As if that was an acceptable excuse.

"I've treated you better than anyone else I've known," Eric insisted. It couldn't be helped if he had an abrasive personality. "Just ask your friend Lafayette. He's spent several nights at hotel Fangtasia."

Jason stared tensely as Eric. He had no interest in dragging anyone else into this.

Eric noticed that Jason was unmoving, so he turned towards the bar.

"Hey, Lala," Eric taunted casually. "Tell our friend how much you've enjoyed our dungeons at Fangtastia."

Lafayette dropped several pans at the sound of Eric's voice. He didn't even bother to pick them up as he turned away.

"Do not drag me into whatever shit you have going on over there," Lafayette said sternly and walked back into the kitchen.

Eric chuckled and turned back to Jason. "You got off easy."

But the blond was still not pleased. He was even further pissed off when Hoyt returned empty-handed.

"I'm sorry," Hoyt explained. "They're done serving beer."

Jason nodded tensely. That was most unfortunate because more alcohol was exactly what he needed right now.

"It's your shot," Hoyt reminded.

The blond turned around. He may have been mad at Eric, but in the end - Jason Stackhouse was a performer. Whether it was playing football or working construction, he never missed the opportunity to flex his muscle. Tonight, however, was not his best night.

Jason called his shot and lifted his cue stick to gain some leverage, but he hit the ball harder than necessary. Too much tension in his stroke caused the ball to skip into the air.

Jason's mistakes were obvious. If a tournament pro were watching, he'd probably criticize Jason's choice angle. Eric, on the other hand, could not complain. Jason bent just enough over the table to display one of his better assets. The jeans were tight around the blond's ass as he leant forward. Eric wanted nothing more than to bend him farther across the pool table and fuck him like countless other couples had done on that table before.

Jason turned around slowly when he heard the vampire laugh.

"That fabric is worn," the human explained. "All these little nicks and holes mess with the course of the ball."

Eric nodded politely. He really didn't care, but Jason was amusing to watch.

"And the house cues suck," the boy added quickly.

"Do you always make excuses?" the vampire questioned condescendingly.

Jason was too conceited to allow anyone to make fun of him. He slowly turned back to Hoyt.

"Go back to the bar," Jason urged to his friend. "Try again for another pitcher. Tell them that Jason Stackhouse insists."

"...okay..." Hoyt agreed hesitantly. If anything, that would make Arlene more reluctant to comply.

Once Hoyt left, Eric stood up and towered over his blond. "Pool is very much about strategy. You need to visualize success."

"Is that what you do?" Jason asked with more than a little annoyance to his voice.

"Well," Eric began with somewhat of a chuckle. "I didn't come to this oddball refuge for the beer."

The vampire came for Jason and he had no intentions of leaving without him. And yes – he was going to succeed.

"Listen," Jason began. "I'm done with V. I'm done with vampires. You made your point."

"I have?" Eric closed in on Jason and rubbed hand over his chest. "I don't think I did."

"I'm just here to play pool with my friend."

"I was in France when billiards was first invented," Eric offered – his own way of trying to impress. "It evolved from a variation of croquet."

The blond crinkled his face. It was his best what-the-fuck expression. "What's croquet?"

Eric smirked and shook his head. He should have known Jason couldn't be impressed by historical facts.

"This place is dead," Eric pointed out. "Let's go elsewhere."

Jason huffed. Then he said sternly, "I'm here with my friend. And we're finishing a game of pool."

Hoyt was about to return. This time, he did have a pitcher of beer in his hand. Eric flashed a polite smile at Jason before he turned around to stop Hoyt in his tracks.

"What's your name?" Eric asked easily as he stared into the man's eyes. Hoyt was motionless and his eyes immediately grew wide at the vampire's intense stare. Glamouring would never lose its charm.

"Hoyt," the man replied simply.

"Hoyt," Eric repeated sweetly. "Do you have anyone back home that you care about?"

"My mama," Hoyt replied with an honest smile.

"Is that so? I think I hear your mother calling you. Don't you agree, Hoyt?"

"Oh, shit," Hoyt replied instantly. Then he turned to Jason and slammed the pitcher onto the pool table. "Jas, I gotta go. My mother needs me."

"God dammit!" Jason cursed as he looked towards Eric then at Hoyt. "You just can't leave me in the middle of a game!"

"I can't help it, Jason!" Hoyt insisted. "What am I gonna do? Leave my mama alone crying for help!"

Jason shook his head, but knew he was defeated.

"I'm sorry," Hoyt added. "I'll see you tomorrow. Okay?"

Jason watched through narrowed eyes as Hoyt left Merlotte's. Eric turned towards Jason with a victorious smile. The pool game was canceled. Now they could move onto more interesting activities.

Unless, of course, Jason resisted. But that would only delay Eric temporarily.

"I can have any woman in this bar," Jason pointed out graciously. "Why would I settle for you?"

Settle? That was uncalled for.

Eric looked around and examined the remaining women at the Merlotte's. None of them were up to Jason's standards, but the human was probably willing to lower them to make a point. Eric spotted a half-way decent brunette and walked up to her.

Jason was slightly confused, but he watched Eric nonetheless. He whispered into the girl's ear; stroked her hair. She giggled back and touched his arm.

Jason hated himself for being jealous. He knew Eric wasn't really interested in that woman. But it killed him that the vampire was paying attention to someone else.

The brunette quickly turned away from Eric. She walked over to Jason with a smile.

Jason was shocked for a moment, but also pleased. However, the woman quickly frowned and threw her drink in his face. Jason groaned, but laughed lightly to cover his bruised ego. It wasn't fair that Eric was able to glamour everyone at the bar.

However, the fact that Eric did not try to glamour Jason did not go unnoticed by the blond. But it wouldn't score him extra brownie points either.

"That is NOT playing fair," Jason stated flatly as he wiped his eyes free from booze. Then he swore for emphasis. "Fuck."

Eric laughed. While the blond kept his eyes closed as the alcohol dripped from his face, the vampire took his chance to surround him. He placed a hand at either side of his hips, pinning him against the pool table.

Closeness did make the difference. Eric wasn't even touching the blond, yet he could sense the arousal and neediness that surrounded Jason. He had missed those sensations for last couple of nights. He wanted all the warmth that Jason's body had to offer.

When Jason opened his eyes, he stumbled for words. He was not expecting Eric to get so close so quickly. It wasn't exactly an unwelcomed surprise. It was very reminiscent of their night at Fangtasia.

Unfortunately, Merlotte's was not as exclusive as Fangtasia. Jason took a quick glance around the bar. There weren't very many people left. They were too distracted in their own shit to pay them any attention. Either way, Jason tried to gently push Eric aside. Yes, the keyword was gently. He did not want to press his hand too hard against vampire's chest because he knew if he felt the full extent of Eric's muscles, he'd no longer be able to say no.

"I don't think so," the vampire informed at the slight nudge. He refused to even budge an inch. The blond boy's excitement was obvious; he was just not ready to give in yet.

It was clear to Eric that what Jason needed was motivation. And a promise.

"If you don't come with me right now," Eric began as a harsh whisper that swept across Jason's ear. "I'll make your ass suffer."

And since his lips were already pressed against the human's face, he took the opportunity to drop his fangs and allow the click to echo through Jason's ear.

That earned Eric an even better reaction. An uncontrolled moan managed to escape through Jason's lips and his entire body went slack beneath Eric as his knees failed him. Best of all, the air was thick with heated arousal and impatience. That meant the prelude was over and they can finally skip to the grand finale.

Eric's hands moved to the boy's hips and Jason gasped in response. But that sudden intake of air brought him back into attention and very aware that they were still in a public place.

Their fingers touched as Jason struggled to remove himself from Eric's hold. He knew he had no secrets. He was well aware that his emotions would waft through the air no matter how much he willed them not to. But that didn't actually count unless he admitted to those feelings.

As Jason squirmed from the vampire's grip, a small bottle fell to the floor.

The tablets inside the plastic bottle had a delightful rattle. Jason's face immediately turned red. Eric indulged in his embarrassment for a moment before he bent down and retrieve the bottle.

"B12!" Eric declared eagerly. He gripped the bottle firmly in his hand and held it high above his head as if it were a trophy. He couldn't have hoped for more.

"Shut up!" Jason reproached as he quickly lunged for the bottle. Eric, however, was much taller and easily held the vitamins away from his reach.

In Louisiana, only fang-bangers took B12 religiously. It replenished their blood and gave them a boost of energy. But Jason was already at his physically peak. He could stand to be somewhat weakened, so Eric threw the bottle into the nearest the trash can.

"You were expecting me!" Eric accused freely. He knew his over-confidence would infuriate Jason, but that was all in the fun.

Since Eric had some concrete evidence, Jason finally decided to give up and give in.

But he could be just as over-confident as Eric.

"Who could stay away from this?" Jason insisted as he directed his hands towards his own body. His clothes were so tight and perfectly hugged his muscled frame. "You would be a fool not to."

"I certainly would," Eric agreed as he pressed his nose to Jason's neck. The blond's entire body was an aphrodisiac. He smelt of sex. He smelt of masculinity. And most importantly, he was willing.

"Let's step outside," Eric insisted. If Jason refused, he would have to forcible drag him out. They were both in no state to go unsatisfied.

"Is that an order?"

Eric moaned against Jason's ear. Then he laughed in disbelief. The blond certainly knew how to play.

"It's an order," Eric agreed. It was definitely more fun to have the blond obey his every word.

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It was another foggy night in Bon Temps. Ordinarily, it would be eerie, calm and tranquil, but Jason had a vampire in his arms. Nothing was more entrancing than that.

"Take off my shirt," Eric said - a reminiscent order of their previous night together.

Jason could have blushed. They were behind Merlotte's and out of sight, but still very opened. "Out here?"

"Like you haven't before."

He couldn't argue with that. He had many women pressed up against the large steel waste receptacle. But this would be the first time with a man. And a vampire.

Within seconds, Eric's shirt was gone and Jason was staring into the pale flesh. His muscles were well defined in the moonlight; practically glowing as they flexed. Eric had grabbed a shard of glass from a broken bottle and was pushing the blunt end into Jason's palm.

"I know you want to," Eric teased with a smile. He had seen Jason handle pain. Now it was time to see how well he could inflict it.

Jason immediately understood what he was referring to and he shook his head reluctantly. "I really don't need V."

"Not even from me?" Eric gently ran a hand through the boy's hair.

Jason looked up at him with his big brown eyes. This was different from drugs. Eric willingly offered his body; urging Jason to cut him open. It was a more intimate act than just simply doing V. There was a certain amount of trust involved, especially because Eric was not tricking him into it this time.

Jason felt the weight of the glass in his hand. It was light. It was very fragile - practically nonexistent and it caught the moonlight perfectly.

Jason instantly dropped to his knees and stared at Eric's pale, but perfect abs. It was almost a shame to mar the flawless sight.

He slowly pushed the shard against Eric's skin. The glass cut into the vampire's flesh easily. It began as a tiny wound; slightly bigger than a pinprick. But Eric's encouraging moan and a gentle thrust forward opened the wound larger and tore into his muscles.

It was still only a small wound. Deep, but no bigger than a dime. The blood poured from it and trickled down and around his navel.

Jason caught the droplets with his tongue. Then he pressed his mouth hot and warm against Eric's skin. His teeth brushed against his stomach as he hungrily tried to catch all the blood that seep from Eric's wound. He continued to lick as the wound quickly healed, but Jason refused to break contact. So he pushed his tongue into Eric's navel. The warmth of his mouth caused Eric to crave more. His fingers curled in Jason's hair as he urged his head lower.

Jason's hands were still unsure as he slowly unfastened Eric's jeans. However, V had a way of dispersing any and all inhibitions.

If Jason was intimidated by the sight of Eric's excitement springing from the confines of his clothing, he did not let it show. Instead, he quickly sealed his lips around the length.

Eric fisted his hands in the blond's hair as groans of pleasure pulled from his throat. Jason worked his tongue around his length just as methodically as he had done around the wound.

Jason's hands still trembled slightly, but that did not stop him from touching the muscled body that he nuzzled his nose against. His palms were on the vampire's hips, then his thighs, then his ass. They moved to the forearms that were wrapped around his head, urging him closer. Jason's hands finally settled against Eric's stomach and felt the muscles clench and twist as the vampire exploded into his mouth.

Eric rested his shoulder blades against the steel receptacle; gently petting Jason's hair as he recovered from his orgasm and Jason continued to loosen as the V still worked its way through his body.

"We can do this every night." Eric pointed out. But it was more of a promise. He had made Jason his long before he ever consented.

Eric felt Jason pull away; the warmth completely gone now.

But the warmth soon returned as the heat of Jason's breath pressed against Eric's ear. Had he been human, it would have caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end.

"We can do this every night," Jason agreed with even more enthusiasm.

TO BE CONTINUED.