A/N: The twentieth one. This one written in response to a prompt made by myself. Apparently, the meme for which I wrote these has dried up and died (it's really a shame), but I still want to experiment and write more. So if you guys have any prompts for me, please go ahead and submit them; just include the prompt, and the pairing that you'd like. Thanks!
Title: turn into a blue tranquility
Pairing: Jasper/Seth
Prompt: 'do whatever you want to me' from the GazettE's Silly God Disco
Words: 289 words
Disclaimer: The Twilight series and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer; I only borrow them for this non-profit work. I get practically NOTHING out of doing this except my own enjoyment and hopefully that of others.

. turn into a blue tranquility .

Cold. It's very, very cold. It's a second best thing, it's something wrong and twisted, and Seth knows that he's only second best, the rebound, but none of that matters. As the very talented icy fingers trace over the hard, muscled contours of his body, he forgets this; in fact, he forgets almost everything, and all he can remember is his name. Oh, and the one who's inflicting this delicate torture on him.

"Ahh... Jasper...!"

The long fingers leave burning trails across his skin in complicated patterns that are meant to illicit a form of almost forbidden desire within him. And it works wonders, or maybe he's just very susceptible, because it doesn't take long for him to give himself over to the temptation that the vampire presents to him.

Dark, smoldering gold eyes nearly glow out at him from under tousled blond locks, and they lock with his, and Seth finds that he can't escape. Much less want too. Then the venom coated, too sharp teeth are trailing down his neck, and send his blood thrumming through his veins; his insides were screaming, wanting those teeth buried in his neck, to feel everything that this vampire, this perfect creature, has to offer.

Lips ghost along his neck, breath cold and heavy, "Relax... you have my word that I won't hurt you."

He knows, but part of him, having put himself completely at the mercy of the vampire, longs for that pain, for that satisfyingly burning hurt that only he can give him. Oh how sweet that pain would be, and he doesn't know it, not now, but that desire of his is not born out of a need for contact; but a need for companionship.

Seth's in love and he doesn't even know it.

FIN.