Bloodsucking Beefcake

Luke x Jesse x Master

The sewer stank. Black slime dripped from overhead pipes and spattered like rain on the moulding concrete floor. Splashes of it covered the lower parts of Jesse's jeans, seeping through and soaking the skin underneath. There was no time to process the sensation. Jesse tripped and was only kept on his feet by the monster's hand around the back of his neck.

There were two of them. The blonde girl from the Bronze and… and another one. He was huge, and wide, and horribly scarred in the face. It was too dark to make out any details, but Jesse was okay with that. He was fairly sure he wouldn't want to see it anyway.

Suddenly the pipe opened into a candle lit cavern. Jesse was thrown forward to his knees, jarring every single one of his bones. He gasped, curling up and scrambling away from the monsters.

"Is this for me?"

The voice was raspy and cruel. Jesse risked a glance from under his arm and instantly regretted the decision. Standing a few metres away and on top of a set of steps was a man. But not man. It was pale, almost white, except for the mouth. The mouth was a crimson pucker over sharp pointed teeth. Dark robes hung loosely around its shoulders.

"An offering, Master."

Jesse ducked his head back to stare at the male who had dragged him here. His face matched the girl from the Bronze. All three of these… people… had matching scars. Like they had all been involved in some horrendous accident. An offering? What did that mean? Jesse's heart was pounding in his ears, so hard he almost missed the rest of the conversation.

Quickly the blonde darted forward. "He's a good one! His blood is pure!"

The Master's eyes shot to the blonde's face. "You've tasted it."

She lowered her head in shame, shrinking back into the shadows of the pipe.

"I'm your…" the Master's face darkened. "Faithful dog. You bring me scraps." He spat the last words, throwing out his arms and scowling.

"I didn't mean it…"

"I have waited," the Master barked. "For three score years I have waited. While you come and go…"

Jesse slid away from the creatures. His chest hurt and he was struggling to pull air into his lungs. What was happening? Where the hell was he? The new girl Buffy seemed to know these people. Where had she gone? Willow too, she had been there. He hoped she was okay, hoped that…

"A Slayer!" The Master crowed. He turned quickly, robes billowing out around him. "How… curious."

The male stepped forward. "She fought me and lived."

"She must not be allowed to interfere with the Harvest. Darla, go. Watch."

Darla went to open her mouth and was silenced with a look from the Master. She frowned, pulling her scarred forehead even lower over her eyes, but disappeared anyway. Her footsteps faded away back down the pipe.

"Luke," the Master continued. "It is likely the Slayer will come to us."

The man, Luke, turned his head slowly to look at Jesse. A wide smirk pulled his lips, exposing sharp fangs. Fear twanged in Jesse's stomach. Luke stalked over and hauled Jesse to his feet, wrapping his large hand back around the back of Jesse's neck and throwing him forward toward the Master. Jesse passed through what felt like a sheet of water and they went forward. And then suddenly the pair were before the Master.

The Master bent at the waist until his eyes were level with Jesse. There were empty. Soulless. Jesse suppressed a squirm, unable to look away. The Master placed the tip of a nail against Jesse's temple and trailed it down the side of his face. It passed over Jesse's lips, and down over his chin, to the V in his shirt. The Master pulled and the fabric came away, revealing pale skin.

"If she is a Slayer, and this boy lives, she'll try and save him."

Luke growled into Jesse's ear. "I thought you nothing more than a meal, boy."

Jesse shivered uncontrollably. His voice stuck in his throat. "Please…"

Luke's grip tightened on the back of his neck. With his fingers he tilted Jesse's head back. There was no resistance. It was like Jesse had entered a trance. He stared into the Master's eyes. Two pinpricks of pain exploded in the side of his neck. Luke bit down, swiping a tongue over the wound.

Despite himself, Jesse groaned.

"Congratulations," Luke muttered against his neck. "You've just been upgraded to bait."

The Master bent more and pulled the pair towards him. He tilted his head to the other side and pressed his own fangs into the free side of Jesse's neck. Low growls rumbled in the vampires as they drank.

Jesse closed his eyes.

The hand holding onto the front of Jesse's shirt released and travelled up to the boys' chin. The Master held it there as he sliced his wrist with his other hand. Blood dripped down his forearm in small rivulets. He lifted it to Jesse's lips and pressed.

It was like magic. The taste of the crimson over Jesse's tongue was like a drug. Only a drop passed his lips before he raised his own arms to grip The Master's arm and hold on with dear life. Sensations of fire raged through his body. Vibrations ran through his bones. And then…

And then…

And then…

Death didn't feel like Jesse imagined it would. It didn't hurt, not really. Pleasure had wrapped itself like a warm blanket around his mind. The vampires cradled his body, and he cradled the vampires. Death came like a gift.

When he opened his eyes, he was staring at a grey ceiling. There was something different about it. It was the same one he had seen when they had brought him here, and yet it was completely different. It was not the solid black hole it had been before. Now every detail was sharp and… clear.

Before he could ponder why his vision was blocked.

"Welcome," the figure said, Luke. "To power."

The vampire offered a hand and Jesse took it. Where before Luke's grip had been harsh and powerful, now it felt as though Luke was an equal. He stood easily. He felt strong. He felt…

Luke's hand had let go of his and had instead been placed on his stomach. He glanced up to find Luke staring at him. There was an intensity in his eyes. Perhaps before the intensity would have scared Jesse. Now it only ignited a fire inside of him.

"Come," Luke said.

Jesse obeyed.

They walked for a few minutes to a junction in the sewer. On the ground were a set of rusty metal shackles. Jesse flicked his eyes from the chains to Luke. The older vampire smiled wickedly.

"It has to be convincing," Luke said. If Jesse didn't know better, it almost sounded as though Luke had become suddenly nervous.

"Of course."

Luke bent to grab the chains. He placed a hand on Jesse's calf and didn't move. Jesse tried to hold his breath, but the movement was forced and unnatural to him now. Luke pulled the hem of Jesse's trouser leg up and caressed the skin. The contact lasted less than a second before he snapped the chains around Jesse's ankles.

"I won't be far," Luke said after a moment of silence. He stood and began to walk away. After a few feet he paused and glance back. "You'll be safe."

"I'm not worried," Jesse said immediately, without a shred of concern.

Luke forced a small smile and turned the corner. "You should be," he muttered once he was out of ear shot.