A/N: This one-shot is dedicated to HopeStreet. She was the winning bidder in my part of the Support Stacie Author Auction. She asked for a crossover between Twilight and Southern Vampire Mysteries (True Blood) involving Jasper and Eric Northman- and a vibrator. For those of you who are not True Blood fans, all you need to do is look up Alexander Skarsgard and picture him with our lovely JaXXXsper.
For those of you who have read the SVM series, I have placed this roughly in book one or two.
We hadn't had a day-walker enter Fangtasia in over a year. One or two came in after the Great Revelation, but the day-walkers and fanged ones tend to keep separate company. Our kings and queens had eliminated their royal family after a power struggle to dethrone Sophie-Anne. I had taken great satisfaction in ripping Aro to shreds.
We had known of their existence, but due to their ability to infiltrate our nests, we had kept ourselves quiet until ready to go entirely public. Now, we had to set guards during the day to watch for the day-walkers who were unhappy with our mainstreaming. The fangless are weaker than we are in strength after their first year, but their only worries come from other vampires, the shifter community, and fire. They cannot be killed by normal means, unlike us.
After Sophie-Anne sent Pam and I to contact the larger day-walker Covens and offer her protection, many had filtered through Area Five on their way to give allegiance to the Louisiana Queen. Only one of the Covens had held out, a group from Washington that even their king had feared. Between their mind reader and shield, with help from their oracle, the Coven had no need of our protection.
I was sitting on my “throne,” as Sookie has dubbed it. She and my subject are still together, despite my wishes to the contrary. Her blood calls to me and only my thousand years of experience allow her to still live. I want to drink until she must be turned, give her my own blood, and then hold her through the change. She has evoked feelings in me that I do not like.
In response to these new sensations, especially the frustration of not having what I want, I have demanded tribute, often in the manner of physical release from any eye-pleasing travelers in my Area. The red head from Area Two had been a real treat. She could levitate; and given my ability to fly, we had a lovely mid-air fuck that lasted until the morning sleep came upon us.
This day-walker who entered, however, he looked to be the fuck of a decade, if not century. He wore black jeans that were well worn at the knees and on the back of the hem. His white dress shirt still bore crisp lines from being ironed and the black leather jacket he wore had silver studs that matched those on his boots. The boots easily put him at six four, if not six five. I liked a tall man, especially one who had blond hair that waved in a manner that made me want to pull his head back as I fucked him.
Oh yes, I would fuck him.
“Pam, who is that and why haven't I seen him before?” I spoke into my headset as Pam checked his ID.
I watched as the stranger moved over to the bar and downed a True Blood, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly while he swallowed. His gaze wandered once the bottle was empty until it moved to rest on me. He touched his forehead and nodded slightly, offering deference without submission. He would submit before the night was over.
Pam left her place at the door and came to perch on the arm of my chair.
“Jasper Whitlock, the empath the Cullens had loaned out to the King of Texas to deal with the day-walker uprising. Married to the tiny one you accused of being part nixie. He came to pay his respects and request a safe house for a day or two of rest while the last of his injuries heal, before going on his way.”
I waved her off and turned my attention back onto this Jasper. An empath would certain be fun to play with. But the injuries, I would have to wait for those, unless he was willing to accept some of my blood.
As it does with humans and our own kind, vampire blood heals day-walkers. The heightened awareness is a permanent side effect however. No matter where the empath went, I would be able to sense his location.
We are immune to their venom outside of the more painful bite due to their lack of fangs. The sparkling ones tend to avoid our blood except in dire situations as it also changes their appearance slightly. Who does he drink from? The synthetic blood delays their need to feed but does not put a damper on their hunger.
Look at me, I willed. I thought about his cock and how I'd love to stroke it while fucking that lovely round ass. Perhaps I wouldn't even wait to take off his jeans, I'd just rip the seam along the crotch. My own cock hardened in response to my thoughts. I let the lust and desire to dominate build until Jasper's eyes met mine.
Come to me. I used my glamour to pull at his mind, drawing him closer with energy.
“Two more bottles, Pam.”
I felt her acquiescence through our bond, my eyes not leaving Jasper as he slowly stood and dropped a dollar on the bar as a tip before working his way across the floor. A few patrons were dancing to the music and Jasper moved in time with the beat, a slight shimmy to his hips as he avoided the humans who reached out to him.
Jasper and Pam approached my dais at the same time and she slid around him, intercepting his further approach.
“Do you seek an audience with the Sheriff?”
“Yes, Ma'am. If it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience, I'd be much obliged to your Sheriff if he could make time to meet with the likes of me. Do you think you could arrange that, darlin'?”
Jasper's lips curled up into a smirk that I wanted to see parted around my dick, and then his eyes flashed with silver fire. He drinks from other vampires. I had to fight to stay still in my chair, my dick obviously pushing against the zipper of my jeans. My hands itched to just palm it, right here in my bar where everyone could watch. I'd laughed when Pam bought me several pair of the same jeans from Seven for all Mankind; my laughter concerning the company name, not the fit, as it was exceptional. It was as if the “slimmy” had been cut and sewn just for me. Given what she had paid for each article of clothing, they may have been.
Pam turned to me and I gave a disinterested nod, motioning the newcomer to approach as if I did not care either way.
“I'm unarmed, Sheriff.” Jasper opened his coat wide to show that he had no guns or knives.
“I know you carry no firepower or my little Pam would not have let you in that door. But unarmed? Tsk tsk. I wouldn't think one of the Cullens would outright lie to my face. I can read other vampires, even day-walkers like yourself, quite well. You are most definitely armed for any task.”
A flicker of something, (was that interest?), crossed his face. “My wife says much the same of you, Sheriff Northman.”
“Eric, please. You are a guest on my premises; formality shall be set aside. Although, if you want to kneel and pay respects, I will not stop you.”
“I kneel to no one.”
For now.
“What a pity.” I took the bottles of blood from Pam and motioned to her to bring up a second chair. “Sit, empath, and let us drink to the end of another war. I hear you were injured.”
I watched as he sat and then lifted the bottle to his mouth and caught one tooth beneath the cap, flicking it free with a slight motion of his neck. I popped the cap from mine with my thumb, my eyes locked onto Jasper's mouth as he drank half of his refreshment. A crimson line marred his lower lip as Jasper moved the bottle to rest upon his thigh. My fingers swept across it, bringing the A positive synthetic to my own mouth along with the slightest essence of his venom to sweeten the taste.
It was Jasper's turn to feel the spike of lust between us, and his gift broadcast it in our immediate vicinity. Pam's thighs tensed and then released before she quickly gave me a nod of respect and then returned to her assigned place for the evening, her long black poet sleeves fluttering behind her.
“Both sides lost many great fighters and tacticians. I was forced to face my maker, the one I had fled from many decades ago. King Stan had contracted me to train the Texas vampire militia and assist with his military tactics in rousting Maria and her army from his lands. In the end, I chased her for several days from the main battle grounds. I was not expecting her to have weres on her side. The tiger took a chunk out of my back and Maria ripped off my left arm while I was down.”
I appraised his form with slowly moving eyes. “You seem well enough now.”
Amusement rippled in the air between us.
“I fed from a young male devoted to your Queen who was sent as a medic. I was losin' venom faster than I was creatin' it until he offered a vein. Lucky for me, I did not need the arm to take out Maria. She underestimated by abilities. It will take another moon rise, maybe two, before my body has fully processed the blood and I am back at full strength. I came to offer a gift in exchange for safe passage through your Area and perhaps a safe place to feed and rest. Synthetic and animal blood should be plenty. I have no need to have a human bled for me.”
I drank from my own bottle, imagining all sorts of dark and lovely thoughts. “But you are vegetarian, or whatever the word your patriarch used, yes?”
He nodded, dark blond waves falling forward into his eyes. Long fingers, those of a musician, lifted the locks up and back, tucking them behind his ears. Those eyes, golden with the outline of silver from drinking vampire blood, fixed on mine.
“I have issues abstainin'. I attacked my brother's mate before she was changed after she obtained a small paper cut.”
I shrugged in response. “You're a vampire, she's human. It happens. She lives, or rather, she did until her change. What did you expect to happen when mixing humans and vampires? I do not let any I create be near humans who are not aware of the risk. There are accidents, of course, as well as rogues, but we cannot feel endless guilt for what we are. You are a vampire, a strong one with many talents it seems. Do not fret for the lives of lesser creatures. You were made to feed from them.”
Jasper's eyes locked on some unknown point and I could no longer feel the insistent presence upon my mind. I finished my drink and set the bottle aside for Pam or one of our workers to clear away. It was time for me to play. I like to play.
“Now, you spoke of tribute, did you not? What do you have to offer me for my protection?”
Jasper stood up, his hips bowed forward so that his pelvis was just eight inches to my right. I turned and watched as he slid one hand into a pocket so tight that had he been human, the skin probably would have been rubbed raw. He flicked a card at me, and it struck my chest before sliding down into my lap.
“My apologies, Eric. I thought you'd be ready for me.”
Challenge was clearly written on his face.
“Oh, I'm more than ready. What token is this you've given me?”
I picked up the card between two fingers, spinning it slightly.
“That's my wife's private cell number. She has offered to search the future for you, any one time for free. Alice does have limits in regards to shifters, they're not viewable due to their odd state of bein'. She'll most likely have your answer before you even dial.”
I thought back on when Sophie-Anne had requested Alice to seek a way around the battle. In payment, Alice had demanded three cars that were extremely difficult to obtain even with our resources and contacts. It was certainly worth more than a day crashing in one of my safe houses, but it wasn't what I wanted.
“I can use one of those magic eight balls if I need an answer to the future. Fate bends to my will, Jasper. What will you give me?”
“I don't know if out here in your receivin' room is the proper place for further discussions of that nature, Sheriff.”
Giving a slight show of my own powers, I raised myself to my feet using my skills in levitation. Jasper's lips pulled up on one side, showing me a glimpse of strong white teeth that could be swift granters of death.
“That looks like it could be used for all manners of fun, Eric.” My name came off his lips like a caress.
“Can you think of any?” I asked as we stepped down the few stairs from my stage to the main floor and then to the hallway leading to my office.
I was three steps shy of the guarded door when my body turned inside out with pleasure. It started in my toes, fingers, and even in my hair, spiraling through me to explode through my cock and balls in an almost orgasm, stopping just before I spilled my seed into my jeans. Jasper's laugh followed me into my room, the door closing behind me, shutting off his laugh as one booted foot caught the slamming slab of wood. He pushed the door open and leaned against the doorjamb.
“I was just showin' you my idea, Sheriff. If'n you don't like it, I'd be glad to re-offer you my wife's card.”
I sat down at my desk. “I never said I didn't like it, Jasper.”
His smirk returned.
“But, this is my domain. I'm in charge.”
Those silver rimmed eyes looked up at me from a downward tipped face. “Anythin' you say, Eric.” He slowly stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, the deadbolt sliding into place. I watched as he put his hands behind his back. “Did you want to cuff me to ensure I'm a good boy?”
I was on him in a second. Jasper's back pressed into the door as my body molded to his.
“For some reason, I'm a little hard up right now. Shame to see it go to waste. But you're going to be a very good little vampire. If you bite or unfairly use your gift I'll bind you and leave you for the Fellowship of the Sun to play with.”
He grinned at me. “An' here I thought you'd like it when I bite.” An ice cold tongue pressed against my neck and then I felt the pain of teeth biting through my flesh. Pleasure coursed through me, from both my response to the bite and from the hard cock rubbing against mine with only denim between us.
Jasper pulled his head back. “See? I knew you'd like it.”
Cocky bastard.
I slid my hands down his well-sculpted back, my fingers feeling the shallow dips from what had to have been Quinn's claws. Few other weres would take on a day-walker let alone align themselves with a female of the sparkling ones.
“Drink from me, Jasper. You'll need your strength for what I intend to claim as my tribute.” I cupped his ass, pulling his hips into me.
His tongue licked a slow trail down my neck where I could feel the trickle of my blood from his previous bite. Jasper's venom slowed my healing but would not leave a scar. As his mouth drew at the crescent-shaped wound, I could feel the lust around us deepening. I had to be inside him.
When I could feel his emotions more strongly, our bond made by the sharing of blood, I stepped back, and enjoyed the sight of the aroused vampire before me. There was a smear of my blood on his lips I couldn't let go to waste. Grasping his face, I tugged Jasper to me, my mouth claiming his as my own, my tongue lapping up each drop of blood, enjoying my taste on his lips.
When he groaned, I let the sound echo through me, the vibration ending as a purr in my chest. I lifted Jasper by his ass and walked us backwards to the leather couch and sat, his legs going to either side of me, straddling me while our tongues fought for dominance. I would win, of that I was certain.
His body arched against me as my hands scratched their way to his chest, my fingers unerringly plucking at the small hardened nipples. With one last swipe of my tongue across his teeth, I shoved Jasper to the floor, hissing in response to the feral growl he released. My fangs were distended with my need, and his eyes turned jet black, only the shimmer of silver from his recent feeding showing at the edges as he looked at my teeth.
I kept my eyes locked on him as I undid my belt, lowered my zipper, and popped the button free. I lifted my hips, pulled the tight-fitting jeans down over my ass, and then kicked them to the side. My cock was free, standing proudly, the head resting against my stomach as I leaned back into the leather.
I motioned to my cock and then to Jasper. “You may offer me tribute now.”
Jasper reached for his own shirt and began to unbutton it. “I don't believe I gave you permission to undress, Mister Whitlock. On your knees.”
His eyes met mine and then he growled. I focused my will onto him. On your knees.
Jasper dropped down, his eyes still locked on my face. His tongue peeked out, leaving a wet trail of his venom across them as lubricant. Black eyes were still focused on me as his torso bent at the waist, coming closer to my lap.
He pressed a kiss against my glans, the pressure deliciously insufficient. My hips bucked toward him and Jasper's mouth parted as if he'd choreographed my movement to happen as he wished. Cool wetness wrapped around me and my head slammed back into the couch repeatedly as Jasper began to suck.
Looking down, those dark orbs were still staring up at me, a few locks of blond hair falling into them. I shoved the offensive hair back and then gripped a handful of the waves on each side of his head. Using his hair to guide him, I pulled Jasper onto my cock before letting him pull back. We formed a rhythm, his hands still behind his back , until I was right on the edge. I pulled him off of me, my hand going down to squeeze my erection, staving off my orgasm.
“That's no fun, Sheriff.” Jasper's eyes took on a dangerous gleam before he unleashed his gift.
“Fuck!”
It was the only word I could think of as a pleasure so strong it was akin to pain ripped through me. My balls unleashed pulse after pulse of my come as Jasper leaned down, catching the red tinged fluid on his tongue. He unclasped his hands as my body relaxed, and pressed down on the couch, pulling himself up onto me.
Jasper's tongue forced its way past my lips and we shared my seed. I undressed him as we kissed, my fangs snagging on his flesh. It was firmer than my own, but with effort, I could bite him. I could mark him for a little while. If I smeared the punctures of a bite with my blood, they would remain as a faint scar until his venom processed my blood over a few days.
Not yet, Northman. Not yet. Wait until you have claimed his entire body.
I reached between us and stroked Jasper's cock, my hand sliding over his length. He was cut and part of my mind mused over foolish mortal habits of ensuring the immortality of their souls. I fisted the length, twisting slightly at the tip until Jasper broke our kiss to let out a low moan of pleasure.
“Let us take this somewhere more comfortable. I shall fetch us some refreshment. If you lift the cushion on the corner chair, you'll find a ladder inside. Take it down. I will be with you shortly.”
I closed the hidden entrance to my bolt hole and then reached for my headset. “Pam, I need a fangbanger who can feed two.”
“As you wish.”
~*~
The human girl was in her mid-twenties and rather pretty for a fangbanger. Her makeup was overdone but her hair was a natural, healthy, deeply golden shade that contrasted with her pale skin. She bore no scars nor scents of any other vampires. It was her lucky night.
I covered her eyes with one of my Fantasia t shirts that was on a table inside my door. I glamoured the curvy girl until she was almost asleep and then lifted her into my arms, dropped down the hole to the bottom, landing lightly. Jasper had followed my scent into the personal chamber I utilize when I am caught at sunrise in the city. I walked into the room, outfitted with fur rugs, a bed the size of most bedrooms, black paint going to waist high on me, but the brilliant blue of the sky as I could remember it over my home. The walls were blank of art save rich tapestries depicting the ships of my people, farms, and other images of times gone by. One of them hid a painting I'd made of Aude. It was this one that Jasper was fingering.
“I thought you were getting refreshments?”
I dropped the girl onto the bed. “I have. I wasn't about to go out hunting without any clothes on. So, I brought us something, err... someone to share.”
Jasper's cock was engorged but soft against his thigh and he shrunk away from my gift.
“I can't. I'm sorry.”
I shrugged. “More for me. There are bottles of synthetic in the fridge. Thirty seconds in the microwave should make them palatable.”
I waited until Jasper had his warmed bottle in hand before I uncovered my meal's eyes. She looked us both up and then down, her eyes widening as she saw our cocks. I didn't need to be a mind-reader to know her thoughts.
“Do you willingly give your vein?”
She nodded, and offered up her wrist. I wasn't going to have any of that. I motioned Jasper to the bed and he sat beside the girl. I lifted her and then sat, her body rubbing against my cock. Her temperature rose even higher as I gently pressed her head to the side.
I could feel Jasper's hunger as we watched the faint flutter of her pulsing blood. Biting down, I felt the two streams of blood flow into my mouth while I reached for Jasper's cock. I stroked him to hardness while drinking down the woman's blood. He was panting, fighting to control his body. He wanted this and I could give him what his body needed. I could feed his craving.
I took another drink, summoning Pam to me as I did, and then shoved the girl to the doorway. Pam was there to catch her and then pulled the door closed behind her. I turned to Jasper and gave him an open-mouthed kiss, the blood trickling past his lips. He gulped it greedily, his tongue seeking out every drop.
Venom beaded up on the head of his cock, making my thumb slip across as I stroked. I released his cock, my thumb coming up to my mouth to lick it off. The sweetness created a burning desire for more.
“I'm going to fuck you now,” I growled as I broke away from Jasper's arms.
He laid back on my bed, his arms folding behind his head, the black satin sheets making him appear to glow. I reached to the bedside table and grabbed the lubricant and a toy. Jasper's eyebrows lifted in a silent question.
“You'll have to be ready for me first.”
Jasper froze as he saw the long silver vibe but then slowly dropped his legs to either side, his hips tilting up. I generously applied the gel to the vibe and teased his ass with the tip. I stroked his opening, barely pushing against him and then releasing, making Jasper purr.
“Push down for me, lover.”
I waited until his lower body was bearing down, and then eased the toy into him. He growled out his pleasure and I fell to the side so I could take his cock into my mouth while stretching him with my favorite vibe. My tongue wrapped around the underside of his cock, teasing each little ripple in the flesh, flicking along the ridge, until he cried out my name.
I smiled, my fangs pressing into my lower lip before I lightly traced them along his length, not hard enough to do more than apply pressure. He fucking shivered, his hips lifting to push the head back into my mouth. I flicked the switch on the toy, starting the vibration as I swallowed his cock down to the base.
I purred around him, the pleasurable sounds he made filling me with a warmth I hadn't felt in ages. Jasper arched into my arm that held his hips down while I thrust the toy deeper, pulling out and then slipping it back inside. I could feel his own desire pulsing higher and higher, the spiral tightening within him.
Come for me, Jasper. I pushed the thought into his mind, my lips coming back to the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the corona as I pressed the vibe against his prostate, giving thanks to the ancient gods for leaving some parts intact during our change. Jasper let out a groan that I'm fairly certain was heard fifty feet above us in the bar as he came into my mouth.
I released his cock while he was still coming, and pulled the vibe from him, lubing up my cock and sliding it home while his body was still contracting. He hissed at the intrusion and then groaned as I reached forward, my fingers stroking his chest.
He was tight and I could feel my body being brought just to the edge. I lifted his legs up onto my shoulders my hands sliding down muscular thighs to cup an ass that was made for tight denim, or to be fucked. I leaned over him and caught his lips with my own. Jasper smirked as I groaned, my hips grinding against his.
I pulled out of him and using my hold on his hips, I flipped him onto his stomach. Sliding backwards until I reached the floor, I stood beside the bed and used Jasper's legs to pull him to me. I squirted more lube onto my cock and massaged the round globes of his ass before pushing back into him. The angle gave me complete dominance of the situation and after more human blood, I knew I was stronger than he was.
I grabbed Jasper's hair and pulled his head back until he pushed up with his arms, arching his back beautifully. My blood had finished healing him, leaving only a series of decades old textured scars along his upper back from the other day-walker bites. Roughly shoving his head to the side, I bit down into his shoulder, venom bubbling up into my mouth as I sucked.
His answering roar swept through me and I thrust faster. Jasper's ass clenched around me, his hips working against the sheet as he pushed back onto me before sliding against the sheet and then again on my cock. His venom filled me with an icy blast that exploded through me. I could feel his pleasure and my own as his gift swept over us through the sharing of blood and venom.
I released the first bite and then bit down into his neck, right into the corded muscle running down the side. Letting go of my hold on his hip with my right hand, I offered him my wrist while my left hand still gripped his hair. Jasper growled before biting down, our cycle complete as I drank from him and he from me while I fucked him.
The suction on the wound sent me spiraling over the edge, my seed spilling out into Jasper as he drank. Thrusting slowly as my member finished its last pulses, I detached my fangs from his neck and allowed them to retract, the discomfort worth the ability to close my mouth fully.
Taking it as his cue, Jasper licked over the marks on my wrist and lowered his head to the bed. I pulled out of him and collapsed beside his lanky body on the bed. He rolled over, arms spread wide, his hand resting over his cock which was still hard with need.
“Have I properly paid my respects now, Eric?”
I nodded and turned onto my side, propping up on my arm. “I am quite pleased and you may stay here in my chamber while I sleep.. I will have need of you when I awaken. The sun is rising on the horizon and I will be asleep shortly.”
He nodded and then looked down at his cock. “You may take care of that while I sleep.” I pulled the sheet up over me and let my day repose take over, my last glimpse being that of Jasper's aroused form, his face contorted with anger.
~*~
As I did awaken as the day blended into dusk, Jasper had not been that upset with me.
“Good evening, lover. Did you rest well while I was indisposed?”
“Mmhmm. I had forgotten that your breed sleeps like the dead once you are out, Eric. It was so kind of you to leave the lubricant out.”
I sat up and felt wetness beneath my ass as Jasper's essence ran out of me. My anger slowly grew before Jasper halted it, replacing my emotions with those he desired, namely lust and amusement.
“You told me I could take care of my need, but didn't leave any stipulations.”
I stretched, purposely lifting my body above the sheet, showing my hardened cock. My morning wood, or night wood, as it should be called, has always been an insistent son of a bitch.
“Do you need help with that?” Jasper's lips were twitching with his amusement.
“Yes, I believe I do.”
It's good to be the sheriff.
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