Chapter V (II): That light in your eyes

During their kiss Jerry made his canines descend and they sank into Peter's tongue, allowing the vampire to taste that precious nectar that intoxicated him like nothing else.

Jerry had already drunk Peter's blood, consensually offered by the human, but to take it that way, directly from the source, was something totally different.

Peter moaned due to the pain mixed to intense pleasure, even more when Jerry bit into his own tongue on purpose, letting Peter have more of his blood.

He would have given anything to his baby.

They stared at each other deeply, Peter seemed totally unable to think straight, slave of that ecstasy.
Jerry brought his attention to his neck. At first there were only light kisses that grew hotter and hotter, turning into demanding hickeys, before reaching the juncture between his right shoulder and his neck.
The perfect spot.

"Do it, Jerry, fucking do it!" Peter urged his partner, pulling him tighter.

Jerry didn't need to be asked twice and did it, he opened his mouth wide and sank his fangs into his skin, a bite that was gentle and harsh at the same time.
He tasted that crimson ambrosia, he craved more and more of it.
The more he drank, the more he wanted that blood, the more his fangs sank deeper.

Peter moaned, letting himself go, he could feel his life slip away, with the promise to receive something priceless in exchange. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of total belonging, it was something he hadn't experienced before.

"I'm yours, Jerry." Peter murmured, feeling weaker and weaker.

Jerry pulled off him, giving him a quick kiss, before taking advantage of Peter's last energies.

He drew out from the drawer of his night table something that Peter knew really well.

"You know what you have to do," he smiles at his lover, trustfully, handing the dagger to him.

Even if fainter, Jerry could still see that light in Peter's eyes.

Peter grabbed the dagger without any hesitation, tracing a large cut from Jerry's right shoulder and crossed his chest.

Jerry burst out laughing for his irruence.

Peter would have made him proud. Jerry was already so proud of him.

Peter threw himself on that bloody trail, first licking it and then he greedily sucked it.
The more he drank, the more he felt a new energy invigorate him, a new strength. A rebirth.
He tried even to sink his teeth into that wound. They were still human teeth, but very determined.

"I'm afraid it's still too soon for that, baby." Jerry chuckled. "But you can cut me again." he suggested.

He wanted his Peter to have the control. He liked that.

And Peter cut him again, on his forearm, on his ribs, along his left thigh, as he kept feeding on him.
Jerry was strong enough to bear it. Actually he was having so much fun.

Peter's transformation had definitely started.

"Oh, shit, I'll have to give up my wonderful, amazing show!" Peter grumbled, sitting on the bed, where the sheets were stained with both of their blood.

"Maybe you won't, love, you can still perform the night shows and you can have the rehearsal in the evening," Jerry advised him.

"Sounds like a good compromise, although I'll do some research, there must be some heirloom that allows us not to be invisible to cameras and stuff. The world needs my awesomeness!" Peter swore, as he could already feel Jerry's blood working its magic on him, with the first, slow very slow changes.

Jerry laughed.

"Sure, my precious baby, I'm sure you'll manage to do it!" he smiled at him, ruffling his hair.

"Is everything set up for tomorrow?" Peter grew more serious.

"Yep, in every little detail." the one who now was practically his Sire nodded. "Maybe, while you sleep I'll go to create some other servants, just to be safer." he decided.

"Servants. A further servant." Peter frowned. "Do you also consider me like this?"

Jerry shut him up with a kiss.

"How can you even dare to think such a thing?" he looked at him, almost wounded. "Peter, you were the only human being who wasn't afraid of me, not even after seeing my real nature. You accepted me for what I am, without any mind tricks. I still recall the first hug you gave me, when you were only a kid, after what I had done." he spoke to him with a softer tone.

"I remember, as well. I just had to thank my superhero somehow." Peter beamed, taking his hand in his.

"So don't say not even joke that I want to make you one of my servants. You are my equal. You are my family. You are my heart, beating, unbeating, who cares? You're the part that completes me. You are my everything." Jerry declared, with ho filters, opening to him that heart that maybe didn't beat anymore but surely still knew how to love.

"Convincing, but way too sappy," Peter pretended to grimace. "I need an extra dose of Midori after that," he added, willing to make that way too tender moment between them end.

They could be both very romantic sometimes, but it was better not to exaggerate.

"Do it, you'll be extra happy. Alcohol will taste ten times better!" Jerry chuckled.

"Cool! A reason more to know I made the right choice!" Peter winked, with the intention to go to verify that thing immediately.

Truth is that he didn't even manage to get up from the bed, feeling a weird numbness overpowering him.

"What the fuck is happening to me?" Peter wondered with his last energies, feeling so worn out, his only desire was to sleep.

"It's more than normal, baby, to be honest I'm stunned you've resisted for so long," the expert vampire explained as the younger curled up on the mattress, wishing he could only close his eyes.

"It's your humanity that's abandoning you, just let it happen. When you wake up everything will be new, different and wonderful. Now just rest, my beloved black soul, tomorrow will be an intense, but fantastic day!" Jerry whispered to a deeply asleep, apparently dead Peter.

Jerry had only to wait. In the meantime he could check the last details, before going back and watching over his Childe's rest.

/ Charlie was looking around, out of place. He was walking through such a foggy place, it was deep night, it was cold and he hadn't the slightest idea where he was going.
Out of the blue he wasn't bothering anymore, there wasn't anymore that stony path fraught with peril.
It wasn't cold anymore.
He wasn't even walking anymore.
The fog had faded away. He was laying down. On a bed. That's where he was.

A large, king size bed, with black silky sheets.

No matter how comfortable that bed was, he hadn't time for sleeping, he had to move on, he had to look for Amy, he had to rescue her, he had to…

"Charlie," a voice called him out.

A voice he had learned to recognize very well.

"Peter, what are you doing here?"

"Amy can wait. Don't you want to stay here with me, for a while, mm?" the adult murmured.

An arm was already wrapping the boy's waist, holding him tight.
And for strange reasons Charlie had no intention to break free, quite the contrary, he wrapped his arms around the illusionist's neck.

Peter was so gorgeous, dressed totally in black, with his unmissable leather pants, so pleasant at the touch. Peter, with that oh so cheeky smirk, with those sculpted cheekbones, with that eyeliner that made his look deeper.
Charlie was watching him, bewitched.

"There's that light in your eyes…"

"It tells of all the naughty things I'd like to do with you, Charlie. Will you give me the chance?" Peter tempted him.

"Yes," Charlie answered, without a second thought, wishing only that Peter could annihilate the already insignificant distance between them with a kiss.

And Peter did, he kissed him with voluptuousness and with lust, mostly pure lust.

The illusionist's hands were everywhere but… where were their clothes?

How could they be already naked?

Charlie had no time for such questions and kept kissing Peter, craving to touch him, to explore him. He started with a hand on his chest.

Charlie felt someone kissing his shoulders and back, sensual, wet kisses that were going further down.
Amazing, overwhelming, wonderful and everything but… if Peter was busy battling with his tongue… then who was kissing his back?
Turning abruptly, Charlie found out the answer.

Jerry.
He was utterly naked, too, with his more robuste body and his muscles darting from every spot.
He was beautiful, too, like the sun.
No, not like the sun.
Sun was not suitable for him.
Jerry was the deepest night.
He was an abyss of darkness in which to get lost.
And Charlie did want to get lost there.

He didn't use rationality and threw himself on Jerry, kissing him voraciously, while Peter smiled, caressing them both in the hottest zones.
And then Jerry gave his whole attention only to Peter who seemed to wait just for that.
To Charlie that was unexpected, he was sure to be the object of their desire, but he wasn't upset at all, quite the contrary , he was rather… turned on?
Yep, because those two were such an obscene show, but the boy seemed unable to stop watching them.
They were so impossibly beautiful and Charlie didn't even realise his own hand was already between his thighs, giving himself pleasure.
The causes of his mental and sexual confusion had noticed that and they both turned towards him, famished, with a knowing smile.
Two lethal predators.
Jerry bit Peter and Charlie's hand increased the rhythm.

Charlie's rationality had abandoned him at all.
There was only instinct.
There was only passion.
There was only the desire of having those razor sharp canines into his neck.

Jerry seemed to feel his calling and once he had fed on Peter, for a short but intense moment, he turned to the boy.
"Do you want it?" Jerry asked him, as he caressed the left side of his neck, with one of his crooked smiles that made him simply adorable.
"More than anything else." Charlie replied, as if he was hypnotized.

Jerry pleased him, biting the teenager, quick and deeply.
There was just the initial pain and then it was like liquid ecstasy.

And as Jerry was sucking his blood, a weird, kinky idea popped into Charlie's mind.
He would have liked to be bitten by Peter, too; not a human bite, Charlie wished he could also have two pointy canines to sink into his neck, starting to drink from him.

But Peter was not a vampire, of course, he couldn't bite him, not in the way Charlie craved… and what was that noise growing louder and louder.

Beeep.
Beeeeep.
Beeeeeeeeeep.

Was it his heart?
Nope, it was something different./

Charlie woke up due to the loud noise of the medical machinery where his mother was attached. it had started to ring, drawing the attention of nurses and doctors.
It was a weak but important sign of recovery from the woman.

Charlie got up from the chair where he had fallen asleep, close to her bed, as he watched over her, surrounded by holy crosses he had put there personally.

He was relieved that the medical equipe was focusing only on the aptient, so no one had noticed the bulge in his jeans.

- What the hell that dream meant?No, wait, no dream, it was a fucking nightmare, so blood chilling! Everything seemed to be so real, so vivid . I … I can't really want those kinds of awful things. What the hell is wrong with me?-

Charlie was too afraid to find it out.

TBC

Notes:

I hope I managed to give you the idea of the weirdness and the discontinuity, so typical of a dream.

How many of you figured out it was a dream? ;P

Hope you enjoyed the dark hotness.