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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 10 hours ago

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I’ve got to be real, I struggled with getting through this chapter so if it feels like it skips around that’s why. Either way I hope you enjoy. Next week will be a treat

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner, Jake Kiszka X Chris Turpin *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please! The Kiszkas being brothers, flirting, more flirting, history talk (please I do not know what I’m talking about), vampire!AU

Word count: 3k

Jake followed Chris back through the decrepit graveyard up to the old church. Chris let him enter first, waiting a moment to join everyone himself. Surely no one would notice the two fresh puncture wounds on the side of his neck, his collar hid it pretty well now that he had his shirt buttoned all the way up. Even if someone did get close enough to make out the peculiar marks, they were in the company of plenty of vampires. Who’s to say he was the one who bit him?

“And where’ve you been?” Josh cocked a suspicious eyebrow as Jake approached him with a straight blank face, trying to hide how cheery he was.

“Around” Jake replied vaguely and took a seat next to his twin on the pew he had claimed as his own. Except he always had to share with Jake. Josh turned towards him, waiting rather patiently compared to how he naturally could be, but Jake kept his mouth shut as his eyes followed Chris across the room just like they had the night before. Only this time he didn’t shy away when Chris’s eyes met his for brief moments here and there. He knew he’d have to tell Josh sooner or later. There was no keeping secrets from him, but for now he wanted to revel in the novelty of it by himself for a little while longer.

At least that’s what he anticipated doing, until Sam walked over and followed Jake’s gaze to the charming blond.

“Someone’s been a little busy” Sam commented, a roughness in his tone that combined with the lack of sleep he’d gotten only came off as more rude than he’d actually intended.

Josh looked between his brothers, then took Sam’s lead to see who it was they were talking about. “What’s the deal with him? Is he like a vampire groupie?��

“What would even make you say something like that?” Jake fussed, embarrassed that both of his brothers were currently also staring at Chris now. “He’s looking for the cure, like everyone else here”.

“But why?” Josh questioned further. “He’s not one of us, so what does he care?”

Jake felt anger bubbling underneath the surface. Why should Chris have to explain his presence here to anyone? Though Jake knew the real reasons, he didn’t want to overshare what he’d been told in confidence. “He’s got his reasons. Let’s just do what he says and not try to cause a scene”. That was a big ask considering who his brothers were.

“Did he ask you to lunch? Or was that your idea?” Sam spoke again, pointing at the side of his own neck to further signify what he meant until Jake quickly swatted his hand down before anyone else saw. “What!” He groaned, petting his wrist like Jake had slapped him with a switch like when they were kids chasing each other around the pond on a hot summer evening. “I’m just stating the obvious!”

“That could have been anyone” Jake chose to stick to his delusion. Deny it until proven guilty.

“Jake, be so for real-” Sam tried to continue to argue, but Josh butt back in. Silencing them both for a moment.

“How was it?”

Jake formulated his response in his head before answering. If he was going to come clean then he might as well be completely transparent about it otherwise they would never get off his back. “It was unlike anything I’ve even experienced before. I mean feeding is always satisfying, but that was…” he struggled to find the right word to perfectly encapsulate the feeling he got when they were together.

“Intimate” Sam finished for him, making both Jake and Josh confused about why he would know what it was like. “You forget I’m in love with a vampire. I’ve asked Daniel to bite me, multiple times”.

“Gross Sam. I do not need the details of your kinks, please keep them to yourself” Josh scrunched his nose and stuck his tongue out like he was gagging.

Jake on the other hand heard exactly what Sam had said - not just the gross part. “You’re in love with him?”

“What?”

“You said ‘I’m in love with…’ then proceeded to talk about Danny”.

Sam’s face turned a bright salacious shade of rouge and he started to stammer. “I mean- Well I just mean to say- I didn’t mean anything by it! We’re not even together”.

Jake finally let a grin crack across his face. Not only was the interrogation off of him now, but he got to watch his sassy little brother squirm instead. That stupid love-sick idiot.

“Sam and Daniel sitting in a tree!” Josh sing-songed like an immature kindergartener only making the blush in Sam’s cheeks grow across his whole face. He looked like a balloon ready to pop.

“Shut up!” Sam shouted, not too loud but enough so that a few people glanced in their direction. “Whatever, forget this. I’m going to find Daniel”.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Josh kept going as he was walking away, and Sam threw the bird over his shoulder.

Jake was chuckling while watching the two of them when he felt a presence come up from behind. He stood quickly, the smile on his face faltering so he didn’t look like he was amused by such childish behavior. “Chris” he kicked Josh’s shoe to get him to stand up too. “This is my brother Josh”.

“How-de-do” Josh turned around and bowed slightly at the waist making Jake want to kick him even harder.

“Nice to meet you again” Chris smiled. “I hope you weren’t too worried about your brother when he didn’t join you earlier. I may have stolen him away for a while to help me with my studies”.

“Oh not at all. Jake is a big boy”.

A ‘big boy’ Josh, really?

“Indeed, he is very capable. His handy work was impeccable”.

Jake cleared his throat and Chris smirked in response. Well that was enough teasing, for now.

He directed his attention fully to Jake now, his attitude taking a more serious turn. “I just spoke with Callum. We’ve found something important I was looking for, so I’ll be off tomorrow evening to fetch it”.

Jake deflated a little at Chris’s words, his mind already jumping to conclusions that he had no evidence to support them with. And yet he thought them all the same. Is he trying to get away from me? Does he regret what we did?

Chris caught Jake’s sudden alarm, though it wasn’t his intention to cause him stress. “Would you like to accompany me?” He quickly finished his train of thought. Of course he didn’t give Jake very many details to formulate a decision from, but he hoped he would agree anyway.

Details or not, Jake wasn’t concerned about where they would be headed to. His mind was now running back and forth debating on whether or not he could stand leaving knowing the people he’d sworn to protect would be here where he couldn’t get to them if need be. “Can my brothers come?”

Josh, who had been standing beside them trying not to interrupt, couldn't help himself any longer. “Another road trip? Is it somewhere more exciting than the middle of fucking nowhere Nebraska? Because I’m already bored out of my mind sitting around here”.

“Philidelphia, Chester specifically” Chris answered him, and Josh’s eyes lit up at the sound of it.

“Count me in” He reached forward and took one of Chris’s hands into his own, giving him an overzealous handshake.

His arm still shaking Chris looked back toward Jake who shrugged his shoulders and nodded in agreement. “Great, we will make all of the arrangements tonight. If you’re not still packed then you’ll need to get a few things together. We’ll be gone a couple of days”.

They expected another long road trip but when Danny followed the directions Callum had given him on the map it wasn’t another stretch of highway they faced, actually it was a runway. Jake stared out the window as they drove further through the private airstrip towards a singular hanger in the distance, stopping when someone dressed in a pilot's uniform came out waving them down and directed them where to park.

“We’re flying to Pennsylvania?” Sam was the first to state the obvious, though everyone was sharing in his shock.

“Callum told me he had connections to private charters that specialized in night time flying, but I wasn’t expecting this either”. Danny replied, putting the car in park and handing the keys over to the second man who had run out to meet them.

“The rest of your party is waiting for you onboard” The pilot addressed them all at once as he walked briskly into the hangar where a jet was already roaring alive ready for take off. They didn’t have long to stop and ask questions or take a look around as they were all urged one by one up the steps and through the cabin door.

Inside Chris was already sitting in his seat, sipping on a glass of bubbling white wine.

“You didn’t say we’d be flying” Jake mumbled to him as he took the last seat open next to Chris. Danny and Sam obviously chose to sit together behind them and Josh took the single seat across the aisle.

“Are you nervous?” Chris leaned forward for the spare glass that was sitting at the table in front of them and pulled another bottle of red wine from the ice bucket. He poured just a tasting before handing it off to Jake. “This should calm you”.

Jake inspected the contents for a moment. He wasn’t scared to drink something Chris had given him, he’d already done it more than once after all, but he didn’t see how a glass of wine would help him at all. When he brought the glass to his nose to take a smell he noticed there was something different about it than any wine he’d ever encountered before. He drank it in one go, feeling the familiar ease in his throat that feeding gave him. “What is this?” He questioned, noticing the bottle Chris had placed back in the ice didn’t have a label.

“It’s fermented blood. A speciality of this airline. Callum told me it was his favorite so I had some brought on board for you”.

“Thank you” Jake set the glass back onto the table and let Chris pour him a full serving this time to sip on.

“Have you flown before?” Chris asked, surprising Jake again with small talk while the plane started to roll its way towards the runway.

“A few times with my parents when they were alive, but just short flights”.

Chris raised his brows and Jake was suddenly aware that despite how much they had talked in the past two days he had failed to mention anything about his parent’s death. It wasn’t like he was trying to keep it to himself, but it honestly just hadn’t crossed his mind to bring it up. Actually if he really thought about it, Jake would have to admit that he kind of liked that Chris didn’t know much about his past. Everyone from home knew what had happened. It was a terrible thing, and he still grieved the loss, but it was like every time he bumped into someone who wanted to catch up they would have to apologize all over again and it was tiring to constantly be reminded of the open wound on his heart.

Chris didn’t apologize. He was well aware of the pain Jake carried with him, so instead he just reached over and laced their fingers together right as they began to take flight.

After about twenty minutes of assent the captain came over the intercom and announced that they were free to move around the cabin. Sam jumped up first and immediately began to open up all of the small cabinets in search of snacks.

“Please tell me we can get some take out wherever we're going cause I am starving”.

“We would have to check and see if it's still there, but I know of this lovely tavern that was refurbished in the nineties” Chris suggested. “It was originally built in 1765. I used to meet Benjamin there for dinner and drinks from time to time because it was close to his print shop”.

“Benjamin?” Sam questioned as he munched on some bland corn nuts he’d finally found. It looked like they’d been left behind by someone else, but he was going to eat them anyway. It was going to be about two and a half more hours until they landed and his stomach had already started growling since they’d gotten in the car.

“Benjamin Franklin, he was a close acquaintance of mine while I was traveling. In fact he let me stay at his guest house for a couple of weeks while we were working on a project together”.

Sam’s jaw dropped and he turned to Danny to see if he’d heard that correctly. “Did he just say Benjamin Franklin?”

Danny just chuckled and went back to grazing over his book. Sam hadn’t quite gotten used to meeting people who had been around for a long time and personally knew historical figures. Danny himself wasn’t even that old and yet he and Sam had already had the mind-blowing conversation about all of the famous band members Danny had met while they were in their prime after he and Dave ran off together for a few years.

“I’m going to pretend like I didn’t just hear you were besties with Benjamin fucking Franklin and go mind my own business somewhere”. Sam excused himself and Jake leaned over to apologize for his idiot baby brother’s crudeness. Chris laughed it off, he was enjoying getting to know Jake’s family - as eccentric as they all were.

Josh leaned over the armrest of his seat for his turn to annoy them next. “So what was it like? The American colonies. Is what they teach us in the textbooks even accurate?”

“I’d say a good bit of it is, at least the major happenings. Life back then was simpler. You didn’t have to worry about more than what directly affected you. Crime was actually significantly less than it is nowadays. People fought for what they had so in turn we appreciated things more”. Jake and Josh both sat quietly and listened as Chris recounted the past again, giving them a first hand look into a life they had only ever read about. “That being said, it was hard. The mornings were cold and the nights were long. I was fortunate enough to come from an influential family in my hometown back in England. They ran a series of bathhouses that were built by the Romans. It was beautiful then and it’s even beautiful now”.

“After I finished university I went back home and worked to save up for my travels, and when I arrived in the colonies it didn’t take long to find my group of people who helped me along my journey. Benjamin being one of them”.

Chris looked back to Jake sitting next to him, directing his next words to him specifically. “You’re lucky you have family that can accompany you on your journey. Makes it less lonely, to always be surrounded by your loved ones”.

“At this point it feels like we’re just a bunch of strays running around aimlessly” Jake admit with a sigh, finishing his glass and placing it on the far corner of the table to show he didn’t need a refill. “But you’re right. I’m glad we have each other”.

“You’re all pretty close aren’t you?” By this point Chris had let Jake’s hand go, but they were still sitting close enough that Jake could feel the warmth radiating off of his body. Hear the sound of his heart thumping at a steady peaceful pace. Smell the hint of cherry enticing him to draw ever closer.

“Josh and I, always. Sam has tried to go off on his own but I don’t think he really wants to leave us behind. We had to look after him when our parents passed so now we get the brunt of his rebellion. I worry about him, but he’s just as grown as we are so I know I need to let him live his life the way he wants to”. It felt strange talking about his brothers while they were in the same area as he was, but when Chris looked at him with those eyes that stared deep into him, so focused and intense, it was like there was no one else. Josh was entertained now by gazing out the window at the sparkling lights thousand of feet down below, and Sam was talking behind them with Danny so neither were really paying attention.

“Are you worried he’s leaving you behind, or that you’re leaving him?” Chris questioned. He didn’t realize how deep that hit Jake, so when he watched his features twist in confusion over how to answer Chris tried to clarify. “I mean you’re a vampire and he’s not. I guess that’s why you’re looking for the cure”.

“We’re looking for the cure for Josh. He never asked for this, but I did”.

Chris looked taken aback. That wasn’t what he’d expected when he’d met Jake. How reserved he was, and quiet, hiding himself behind a mask of composure. “So you’re not planning on taking the cure if we find it?”

Jake nibbled his lip. He hadn’t asked himself that yet. Being so focused on Josh he hadn’t had much time to consider what he wanted for himself. “I don’t know” he confessed, eyes flickering over to his twin knowing he could hear even if they kept their voices down. “Maybe, one day”.

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 7 days ago

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Hello again we’ve made it to another Thursday! Another shorter chapter, but trust I got a bit of writing done this week and I’m trying to hurry it along because we still have ALOT to get to

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Chris Turpin *Mirador slash ohh laa laa

Warnings and tags: 18+ only, please minors do not enter here, hard crushing, suggestive thoughts, some talk about death, kissing, biting, blood drinking, vampire!AU

Word count: 3.3k

It was interesting, it really was, how the brain could think so many different thoughts all at once. At least that’s how Jake felt trying to focus on what Chris was showing him. He had years of valuable knowledge of both the human body and the chemistry of blood, thousands of notes on antidotes to nearly every infection imaginable documented in his books, and he was offering to teach all he could in one day to Jake with a gentle voice and a steady hand. Jake was keeping up, but not by patience, only because every thought was consumed by him.

Like how cute his coy little smile was, rising to fill his ocean blue eyes. How his hands were surprisingly soft as they kept brushing against Jake’s own. Sometimes Jake even purposefully let his hand linger near his in hopes he’d brush against it again.

Chris blushed when he realized that was what Jake was doing, but Jake resolved himself to believe he’d only imagined it.

The rain had stopped at some point, but the glass that wasn’t covered in growth was fogging with the evening humidity that filled the air now. That same humidity made Chris’s hair cling to his skin and Jake was transfixed with a drop of sweat that rolled down his neck from behind his ear, getting lost somewhere underneath the collar of his shirt.

How Jake wished he could follow that droplet, with his tongue, and now he was imagining undressing him slowly so he could show him a little of what he had learned about the human body. He had the experience after all, and it was something he never shied away from gloating about. Everyone usually went wild for a man who showed a little confidence. Especially in the bedroom.

The feeling he got from watching Chris was different than anyone he’d been with bore though. Admittedly, whether it was vain or not, Jake never felt on the same level with the people he got into bed with. Whether it was the nurses from the hospital that whispered to each other shared stories about him as he strut the halls with his head held high, or even the occasional man that caught his interest for a night or two, besides the initial carnal attraction there was never any real connection there.

Jake wouldn’t describe himself as someone who desired more than his quaint upbringing, more than his small East Texas town. On the contrary, he used to believe he was exactly where he was meant to be. Everyone loved him. At work, when he’d stop by the bar, even at the old bank downtown and the grocery market up the street. Seeing Jake walk into a room made people smile and he was pleased with that simplicity. Until he wasn’t.

Listening to Chris speak of his travels, of his home in Europe - a small ancient city that the Romans built, it made Jake realize just how much of life he had been missing when he unconsciously settled with what he had. What would it be like to experience these wonders with him? Chris was so calming and easy to get along with even after just one day of talking with each other that it already had Jake daydreaming about walking down the cobblestone. The glow from street lanterns highlighting their path and turning the blond of his companion’s hair a regal shade of gold. Jake would take his hand and pull him through a narrow opening only to steal a few quick kisses before resuming their walk, giggling together at how tousled their hair would be from grabbing at each other in the heat of the moment.

Chris noticed Jake’s eyes looked dark and distant where before they were sparkling with wonder at everything he was showing him. “Would you like to take a break? We’ve been at this for a few hours”.

Jake shook his head, his train of thought fleeing with the motion. “I’m sorry, I’m paying attention”.

Chris set the strange instruments that before now Jake had never seen down and stepped back from the table. “Well I could use some fresh air. The sun is down. Would you like to join me for a walk?”

Glancing at the windows, Jake hadn’t even noticed it was already dark. Should he go looking for his brothers? We’re they looking for him? Chris was waiting patiently for his answer so he blurted out the first reply that came to mind. “I’d love to”.

They walked further through the cemetery which extended on down the hill reaching the remnants of a broken fence so far in the distance that Jake would not have been able to see it in the dark while he was still human. He could see all sorts of things while in the dark of the night now. Fireflies dancing in the fields surrounding them looked like yellow stars floating around in aimless patterns. The brush and leaves and grass almost looked like it was growing, and he could make out textures in the leaves he never once could see before. It was almost overwhelming how much detail he could perceive now. That’s why he wore his tinted sunglasses even at night. To dull everything a little bit like it used to be.

Right now, however, he walked next to Chris without any of his comforting things, not knowing where they were headed and not caring. It was quiet except for the sound of their trekking and when Jake glanced over he could see the tiny hairs that decorated Chris’s face. Before he could contain himself he was already playing through his mind how they would feel across his own skin.

“So what was it like losing what, a hundred years? I mean I guess time is just relative to you when you have an endless amount of it, but I still can’t imagine the disorientating feeling of waking up in a different century. So much happened in that time, both world wars, prohibition, the Great Depression, fuck when were airplanes invented again?” Jake found himself rambling now to keep himself from thinking other things. How very unlike himself.

“1903” Chris answered off the top of his head. “The idea of ‘heaver-than-air powered flight’ was around before then so it wasn’t a completely foreign concept to me, but being able to cross the sea in hours instead of months was a very pleasant change to say the least”.

Jake nod. As much as he was fascinated by ship sailing, especially from that era, admiring a concept was certainly different from experiencing it. He’d learned that the hard way since becoming a vampire.

“That was one of the predominant reasons why I decided to do it. Sleep for that long. Technology advanced differently back then. The world operated on hand tools and labor, not machines and computers. I reached a point where everything I’d learned up to then simply wasn’t going to be enough”.

“Hmm” Jake stopped next to a large tombstone with a crack down the middle. The name was hardly legible anymore. Thomas something… funny that was his name too. What would happen in a hundred years from now? That’s what he thought about at that moment. He had a few friends back at home that would likely be trying to contact him at some point to ask when he was coming back. Diane for one at least. She had already sent him a few messages wishing him a safe trip after he’d stopped by her apartment once more and given her his number, among other things.

Should I even go back at all? There’s really nothing left for me there. Even if Jake did decide to go home for a while, people would start to notice how young he still looked. Eventually there would come a point where he’d have to leave again otherwise too many questions would be raised. So what was the point then. Funny, he was still here but it felt like his old life, as it was, had already just about ended.

He could fake his own death. Leave a piece of himself behind in the form of a slab of granite with his name carved on it next to his mother and father’s. There would be people who would visit it, he knew that because he always noticed some fresh flowers left for his parents around the time of their passing.

“The best treat was music” Chris continued drawing Jake back from his internal mulling. It was comforting that he didn’t seem to mind the awkward dulls in their conversation. “Classical was fabulous in my day of course, but I went on a deep dive of every decade I’d missed and was amazed by it all. The early days of blues is what really blew me away though. I thought about settling in Detroit for a while, or Nashville, but somehow I ended up back here instead”.

Excitement bubbled up in Jake again. They shared a love for music, what a coincidence. “I love the blues. My father had a huge collection of limited edition records, we used to sit in his office and listen to albums on repeat until I could play all my favorite tracks by ear myself”.

Chris looked impressed, “You play?”

“I do. Whenever I have the chance. Something about just letting my fingers think for me and the strings talk for me makes living life so much easier”. That might have sounded a little pathetic when he said it aloud, but it was genuinely how he felt. And now he was realizing that he’d never said something that vulnerable to anyone outside of his family before.

Maybe Josh got all the social genes between the two of them. He was musically inclined as well, loved to sing even when it got annoying, but he also liked to entertain so it all came easy to him. Jake on the other hand, he had taught himself for years how to play the guitar so by this point it was practically an extension of his body, mind, and soul. Everything else he was still learning.

“I’d love to hear it sometime”.

That could easily be arranged. Jake had insisted the acoustic he’d been gifted for his eighteenth birthday come along with them and it was still sitting in the trunk of their car waiting to be reunited. For now though he watched in curiosity as Chris approached a mausoleum, pushing the large stone door open for Jake to join him inside. How had he missed that this was even here?

Just like when they entered the green house a torch in each of the far corners lit themselves, illuminating the room and its few contents.

Inside there was a cast iron gate that creaked heavily when it was pushed aside. The side walls had built in stone benches that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years, and right in the middle was a covered coffin made of the same stone the entire building was fabricated in sitting at about waist height.

What an odd place to visit on a walk. Jake thought, but even then he felt calm and content as he strolled around the small room taking it all in.

Chris leaned against the head of the coffin and Jake was about to mention something about how that person might not like being used as a place to sit until Chris beat him to the punch. “Lovely place to spend 100 years, innit?”

Jake looked at Chris and the way he casually made himself comfortable, then it clicked. “This is where you were all that time?”

“Where else would I be?” He chuckled, and again Jake had to remind himself that he did not find it cute at all. “No one bothers the dead. It was safe, dry. I’m quite fond of the place actually, I had it built to replicate the ones in Louisiana”.

Jake took a moment to look around again, seeing the place through a new set of eyes. There were so many intricacies from the curling molded vines and leaves that were craftfully formed on the iron gate, to carvings etched right into the stone walls. It was beautifully made, and the fire flickered in a way that made the room look like it was dancing.

When Jake turned back around to face Chris again he was shocked to see that he was starting to pull open the last few buttons of his shirt.

Meeting Jake’s stunned expression Chris dropped his hands leaving his now unbuttoned shirt to fall slightly open. “I umm… was going to offer, but I didn’t want to get my blouse stained” he stumbled to explain himself, finding his resolve half way through when Jake’s eyes grew with interest. “Are you hungry?”

Licking his lips Jake approached slowly, a stalk he’d learned naturally, but hesitated to get any closer than a couple of feet. “I thought you were wearing a special perfume?”

“I washed it away” Chris answered him, his voice gone soft and meek in Jake’s shadow. He wasn’t a tall man, rather petite all around from the width of his shoulders to the space he took up when standing with his feet crossed, but while Chris leaned against his old stone bed they were exactly the same height. “I want you to have me, but I have one request”.

“A request?” The fire sparked behind Jake as his tone grew challenging, his feline-like grin curling into place as he stepped closer. “You say that after admitting your defenses are down”.

Chris didn’t waver, even after only a day spent together he knew this tease Jake played was just an act. He wouldn’t hurt him. “A kiss” he proposed like it was a worthy trade off. “Kiss me first?”

Jake’s initial reaction was to ask him if he was sure, but after a second thought it started to make sense. All of the stolen glances, bashful touches, hours and hours of talking, it had all accumulated to this and Jake was not about to leave this place without granting this beautiful man his wish.

They did not look away from each other for even a blink as Jake leaned in, fitting his hand in the warm spot against his jaw and just beneath his ear. Chris was still, not moving closer but also not away as Jake bridged the gap between them, slotting their lips together just as his eyes fluttered closed.

It was like time itself had stopped for them. Chris’s breath came out in one warm satisfied sigh and before he could stop it Jake was pressing his lips to him again, harder and with more intention than before. Chris reciprocated by placing a hand at his waist, pulling Jake closer and deepening the kiss as they matched each other’s intensity.

Jake would have been pleased to continue like this for the rest of the night. Forget the others, forget their responsibilities, all he wanted right now was to explore this feeling he had. A feeling that told him like a voice shouting in the back of his head that he’d found someone special. And he needed to protect that. Chris broke the kiss first though, pulling away and looking at Jake with flushed cheeks and huffing to catch his breath then nodded to show he was ready and tilted his head to the side.

Usually this was where the beast would take over. His vision would blur and all he could imagine was feeling his teeth pierce flesh. This time however, Jake was slow and easy as he gathered Chris’s hair to one side. Pausing to admire the shade of his silky skin and how his shirt fell off his shoulder a little exposing one of his pinkened nipples. He leaned in again, placing a few kisses to the side of his neck until Chris was tightening his grip in a silent plea to just do it already. So Jake did, he bit down and waited for Chris to tense up and cry out, but when he didn’t Jake relaxed and let the blood flow into his mouth.

Cherry and almonds, that’s what he tasted like. Jake was instantly drunk on it.

Chris had befriended a vampire or two in his lifetime, and he was always willing to help a friend in need with a quick slit of his wrist or poke of a finger. He’d never gone as far as to let anyone bite him though. Certainly not a new vampire that was still learning how to control himself.

Just as he was starting to feel a little fuzzy Jake stopped drinking, electing instead to lap at the wound until the bleeding had stopped fully. As if still locked in a trance Jake turned his head and captured Chris’s lips with his own again. He kissed him on the mouth fervently for another moment then trailed down, his fingers now pulling at the collar of Chris’s shirt that still clung to his form to gain access to more of his chest.

Chris sighed again, tossing his head back and threading his fingers through Jake’s hair but not daring to tug at the strands. He tasted bitterness on his lips, the remnants of his own blood on Jake’s tongue, but in this instance it was a sweet sentiment so he didn’t mind.

“Ah!” His voice felt raw and wild echoing off the walls as Jake nipped at his other nipple but it only encouraged Jake to go further, pressing himself between Chris’s legs and grinding their clothed erections together.

There was always a part of himself that drove Jake to pursue physical relationships with people. It was easier for him. Just like it was easier to play a guitar to convey his emotions, he was well practiced in using his talents to pull all sorts of pretty sounds from a partner. It gave him satisfaction to deliver pleasure. There was no worry about coming off the wrong way, or saying the wrong thing, all he had to do was listen and feel his way around someone’s body to know exactly how to make them come apart for him.

With Chris that drive was still there, but instead of each move of his hands being a calculated reaction his mind was completely lost in the moment and his own primal needs took over. It was like their bodies were magnetized, the way he fit so well with their chests pressed against each other as Jake pulled Chris into another kiss.

For a moment Jake thought he could feel his heart beating wildly, but that was impossible. When he realized it wasn’t his own heart thumping like a war drum on the horizon, he pulled away staring into the eyes of someone he’d only just met but felt like he’d known for ages.

“What is this? Some kind of spell?” He muttered, too afraid that if he spoke loudly the walls would crack and this entire frame in time they’d found himself caught in would come crumbling down around them.

Chris cupped Jake’s cheek tenderly. “A spell maybe, but not one of my own. Perhaps the universe has called us here together for some reason we can't comprehend, and I’m not going to question it. Perhaps I was meant to sleep that long so that I’d be here now, with you”.

Jake had never once considered that the universe played a part in his life. Why would it? Who was he in the grand scheme of all things? But even in all of his years spent as a human he’d never felt more alive than he did right now.

“What if I don’t believe it?” Jake contested, trying his hardest to put up a fight now before he was sure to be consumed by this fateful connection.

“Take it or leave it love” Chris smiled as his thumb caressed Jake’s cheekbone. “But something like this” he guided Jake into another kiss. One that was tender, heartfelt, and as they met the flames from the two torches in the back of the room arched and crackled again. “Doesn’t come around for centuries”.

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