Title: His Vampire Mate
Fandom: Various Dracula Mythos
Chapter: 10
Characters: Dracula, Jonathan,
Word Count: 1154
Warnings: memories, some sexy things
AN: Chapter 10 kind of had to be scrapped and rewritten but life ate my left leg. Just know that things are getting back to normal for me.
I still don't know what I'm posting next week, so…Maybe some bits and pieces.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays y'all.
Jonathan stood on the balcony of their new penthouse in lovely upstate New York, eyes staring at the bridge as he swirled around a cup of wine in his hands. His mind wandered back through the years of his life with his lovely perfect mate and had to smile to himself.
After he had broken off his engagement to Mina, he and Dracula had held a ball to announce Dracula's arrival. It had been rather an interesting experience for the young vampire. Dracula had luckily on hand some idiots who wouldn't be missed in the back rooms to eat when the lust for blood had become to much. That night had been an eye opening experience: getting fucked while being watched by dying idiots was quite the turn on for Jonathan and he had admitted it to his lover, blushing when the other vampire had merely leered at him as they redressed.
From that night on, they had enjoyed London's night life, Jonathan using the fact that he could, somewhat, walk out during the day to his advantage to meet with various people. He had come up with a lie of his great-grandmother's allergy to sunlight as a reason to explain away the way his carriage was enclosed so much, and that he used a sun umbrella when he did have to step out into the bright light. The full body outfits of the time had helped.
Eventually, they had set out to travel. Mina had gotten engaged and married to a lovely man who knew what they were. She had four children, all of them hale and hearty. They had told her eventually about what they were and all she had asked of them was to watch over her family as best as they could. The invention of telephones and computers and e-mail helped that endeavor.
His own family had continued without him. His sister and brother both finding love of their own, even if with his sister, it was her husbands sister she'd prefer to sleep with, she wasn't against sleeping with the man she had married. He still watched over their descendants, telling them stories of the years that he had spent traveling the world.
He and Dracula had explored all over. Going from England to Ireland and Scotland. They traveled to Iceland and later to Greenland. They went to France and worked their way through to Spain, Portugal, and back up to Germany, Italy, Poland, and every place in between and beyond. They spend most of the early nineteen hundreds exploring Africa, helping in Egyptian digs and going up and down the various coasts to see ancient monuments that still stood and talk with people who lived a harsh lifestyle.
He hadn't particularly enjoyed Russia or China, the little that they got to see at that time, but he had loved walking Japan's paths and finding himself. By that time, he had grown out his hair and looked rather androgynes compared to his very masculine lover. He had used the time and travel to experiment with women's clothing. He had learned one thing: He hated corsets and some of the styles that women wore to be considered high fashion. Luckily for him, by that time, they had new servants great-grandchildren of Maria and her husband, their daughter willing to help him find styles that hid the fact that he was male from the world.
He hadn't expected it to be so easy to change the pitch of his voice, Dracula explaining that some vampires used it to lure their prey into the shadows. Sounding like a young child or a hurt woman helped when hunting and Jonathan would have liked to have known that.
Dracula chuckled from behind him, Jonathan turning his head, braid swinging over one shoulder. "Thinking about the past, my love?" he asked, running his eyes over the lean body of his mate. One would think that the flames of lust to claim and mark his lover would have settled over the last few hundred years, but it hadn't. The need to be with his mate was one that would never die nor settle and they liked it like that.
Jonathan turned and rested against the banister, watching his lover move over to him. "Somewhat, yes. Thinking about the book that idiot wrote and how you 'died'. I'm sure that it was very helpful in keeping idiots off our trail but still! So insulting that you would go after a woman that you barely even know much less had never seen until you traveled to London," he said, reaching out to hook his finger into one belt loop of Dracula's pants, pulling him close. Dracula rumbled softly in pleasure, hands coming down to cup lean hips.
"Have I told you before how much I enjoy seeing you in skirts?" he purred, Jonathan smirking and shaking his head.
"Not lately but then again, I suppose that you like me in skirts because you can just shove them up and bend me over whatever surface you please to pin me to with your cock," Jonathan breathed, feeling his blood rush through his body as desire sparked between them. Dracula brushed their lips together with a chuckle as one hand started to pull the broom skirt up so that he could run his calloused hand over soft skin and around to the toy that had been pushed into his lover just that morning, tweaking it slightly and kissing away the groan of need.
"I suppose that is true. What would you do if I slipped this toy out and hefted you up to sit on this banister, taking my time with you while you lean over the rest of New York? Would you moan so prettily for me?" Dracula asked, sliding his lips down over Jonathan's neck, feeling the soft laugh that escaped his lover.
"I suppose that you'll just have to see what I would do, now wouldn't you?" Jonathan breathed, capturing Dracula's lips into a kiss, moaning in pleasure as his lover did just what he said he was going to do and slipping the toy out of him before claiming him once more with cock and fang. As Jonathan was taken, claimed and made to lose his mind, the rest of the world carried on around them as it had done so in the last few hundred years. While the world changed and shifted, their love and desire for each other never did.
And they showed it each time they kissed.
Each time they made love.
Each time they whispered their mate's name.
When Jonathan had gone to Transylvania all those centuries ago, he had never thought that he would have found himself a vampiric mate, but he could only thank whatever deity had sent him towards his love. He didn't ever want to leave Dracula's side, just as Dracula never wanted to leave his Jonathan's side.