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It wasn't until you'd both made it halfway from the hospital that he sense him. Geoffrey was a good hunter there was no mistaking it, but Jonathan recognised his scent easily, the way his heat beat far too steadily in his chest as he followed the pair. The fact that Geoffrey McCullum felt the need to stalk Jonathans movements annoyed the Ekon far more than he'd let on. After everything he'd done so far as well as avoiding any guards of Priwen he came across, leaving them unharmed, should have been enough to prove to Geoffrey they were on the same side. But no, clearly the hunter wasn't giving up on his prey so easily.

Jonathan wasn't sure McCullum would know about his private life with you, or you at all for that matter. Jonathan was certain he'd never followed the two of you before so he found it unlikely he would be in the know about your relationship. Probably just assuming I have mesmerised her, taking her somewhere quiet to finish her off.

Jonathan almost stopped walking as the idea formed in his mind. God what a scandalous idea it was too. A small smirk pulled at his lips as his grip on your hand increased and he pulled you slightly quicker down the street. You looked at him in question but Jonathan simply put his finger to his lips, shh you'll find out, his expression said.

He sense McCullum keeping pace, staying in the shadows, ironic really. By the time you'd both made it back to your house you were still confused and non the wiser as to Jonathans plan. Where would he do it? Sneak around back into the garden perhaps? When Jonathan lead you down the side alley of your home you almost stopped him to ask what on earth he was doing, but he hardly gave you the chance. Opening the gate and leading up to the back door of your home, leading to a generous kitchen....with windows. Perfect.

Jonathan couldn't believe the plan he'd conjured up in his mind, could hardly believe he was actually going through with it. Perhaps he simply wanted McCullum to realise Jonathan had other intentions besides drinking blood and giving into the best Geoffrey so often called him. Perhaps he wanted to show him he was different and still clinging to human life. Perhaps he wanted to simply embarrass him.

Either way, Jonathan excitedly pulled you though the back door once you'd unlocked it, kicking it closed behind him as he walked you to the furthest counter. Knowing full well McCullum would need to enter the garden to see them from that angle. Jonathan lit a single candle - Geoffrey's human eyes would need the help after all- before making quick work of lifting you onto the empty counter top.

"If I had known this was the reason for your eagerness to get me home we could have left sooner" You giggled as Jonathan pushed your now open blouse down your shoulder, placing kisses as the fabric fell down exposing your skin to his lips. He wouldn't remove everything, just incase, he didn't want to give McCullum too much of a show. His hands slipped down pushing the skirts covering your legs up until we could happily slot between your thighs, his covered length evident already.

McCullum sighed as he carefully pried open the lock of the gate, he'd caught a glimpse of Reid leaving the hospital, the girl on his arm had caught his attention. He'd never seen Reid with her before. Call it whatever you like but he couldn't let the girl go home with a leech, likely unknowingly walking to her death.

He wouldn't give Reid the satisfaction of feeding tonight, or any night ahead if he had any say in it. The lock gave way and Geoffrey quietly pushed the gate open, slipping inside. The garden was dark, the path up to the back of the house just visible in the moonlight, his eyes snapped to the kitchen windows were a faint light flickered.

He moved fast, making his was up to the windows, keeping low to avoid being seen. A gasp, just audible through the closed windows from his position. His hand reached for his gun, pulling it from the holster he moved along the house, leaning up just enough to look inside the window. The kitchen was dull, the candlelight not aiding much to light the whole room but he saw shadows. Two shadows, Reid was leant over the girl. Geoffrey moved quickly to the further window, he'd be able to see Reid from there, perhaps take a shot at him through the glass.

Another noise came from behind the window, Geoffrey leant up, still out of shoot of the window, a well placed bush hiding him from view as he positioned himself. He leaned forward just enough to-

"Jesus fucking christ" Geoffrey's angered whisper would have almost carried through to Jonathan had he been just a fraction louder. The hunters face flared with heat as his eyes found the vampire and his so called prey. Jonathans' body was indeed hunched over her, but not in the way Geoffrey had hoped, or could ever have expected.

Jonathan's movements never faltered, even when he heard the hunters heartbeat increase momentarily, a quick secretive glance towards the window told his Geoffrey had fallen for the bait. Your moans simply adding to his grand plan. He also didn't stop himself from pushing you back further just a little to change the angle and hit a spot he knew would make you moan all that little bit louder.

Not the crime scene you expected is it hunter? Jonathan felt your hand come behind his neck pulling him to you, he followed placing a kiss to your lips before you pulled back just enough to speak.

"As happy as I am for you being able to make your point my love would you kindly bring your attention back into the room now?"

"You knew?"

"Yes it was rather transparent I'm afraid" You smirked and pushed your hips into Jonathans quickening the pace slightly. "I hope he appreciated the show"

McCullum made a quick dash down the garden and back out the gate, no longer able to allow himself to watch. When he reached the Main Street again he cursed. "Fucking leech"

The only thing more satisfying than Jonathan's plan last night and being intimate with you was the idea of Geoffrey having to be in the same room as him tonight. Edgar had arranged a meeting with McCullum and wanted Jonathan to be present, he wasn't sure why but the reason hardly mattered to him as he quickly made his way up the main stairs in the hospital to Edgar's office.

He stopped when he saw McCullum waiting outside. "Geoffrey"

"Leech" McCullum spat, not unusual for him however.

"Edgar isn't here yet I take it?"

"Oh no I just thought I'd stand out here like a fucking idiot, what do you think?"

"About you being an idiot or Edgar being late?" Now usually a snide remark from Jonathan would have Geoffrey up in his face ready for a fight but the hunter barely glanced sideways at him. In fact to Jonathans delight he realised Geoffrey was looking everywhere but at him. "Geoffrey? Something wrong?" He could hardly keep the smirk off his face.

"No"

"Are you sure? You won't look at me"

"I don't make it a habit to acknowledge your kind unless you're on the end of my blade"

"Hmm quite" Jonathan paced a little edging closer to the hunter, he knew Geoffrey noticed, of course he would, but still his eyes remained on the door to Edgar's office. "Would you like to know what I think? About your aversion to looking at me I mean?"

"I don't care what you think about anything but I get the feeling you'll tell me anyway"

"I think...you went on a hunt last night and saw something you weren't expecting...or am I wrong?" This made Geoffrey look, his eyes flicked to Jonathan, a look on his face so pouty and pissed off Jonathan almost laughed.

"Why are you smiling like that you fucking-" Geoffrey turned to Jonathan now. "You fucking knew"

"Knew what?"

"Don't play fucking stupid with me you perverse fucker, you knew what you were doing"

"Only a little perhaps" Jonathans smile continued to grow at McCullum's discomfort and his own attempt not to laugh.

"I swear to fucking God leech-"

The sounds of his boots on the chipped and warped wood of the theatre was the first indication of Geoffrey's return. You turned the page down in one of the old journals you'd picked up from Geoffrey's desk, he didn't mind you reading through them, a small smirk always pulling at his lips when you recounted a fact from past leaders of Priwen that he had already read a thousand times over.

The room was warming slowly thanks to the small fireplace, a luxury Priwen had never had until they moved into the old theatre. You were so shocked when you walked in to see the empty hearth, dusty and covered in old ash and soot, that a small squeak left you as you turned to Geoffrey with a smile on your face.

Geoffrey was still getting used to having someone, especially someone like you. That night he spent what little hours he had before hunting cleaning out the fireplace and ordering a few of the younger recruits to get wood to light. The look on your face when the fire caught and flames flicked gently, warming the room and filling it with an amber glow was something Geoffrey would strive to put on your face for the rest of his life.

When the door to the room opened and Geoffrey walked in you were already on your feet, walking over and leaning up to place a kiss on his jaw, your hands already pulling his damp jacket from his shoulders and hanging it on the back of the door. When you looked over his face you could see how tired he was, the hunt he'd just returned from had lasted a good few more hours than he'd expected and his muscles ached from fighting numerous ekons.

Geoffrey let you lead him over to the bed, you climbed on first settling into the corner by the wall, he followed after kicking off his boots, slumping down against you, his head resting on your stomach. You let your fingers push through his hair, playing with the longer strands as you watched his eyes drift shut.

"You were gone much longer than I thought, I was starting to worry"

Geoffrey hummed in agreement, his eyes opening just enough to look up at you. "Told ya, ya don't need to worry about me"

"Won't ever stop me though" You smiled gently, continuing to play with his hair as he slowly started to drift off again.

"Geoffrey we should get you out of these clothes" When Geoffrey didn't move you decided to take things into your own hands, sliding out from under him to start unbuttoning his shirt. He groaned in protest but didn't fight you on it, his clothes were damp and dirty from the hunt. You couldn't help admiring Geoffrey as you helped him undress, the hard muscles that made up his body were littered with scars, one in particular your eyes always drifted to, just above the fine hairs on his chest, below his collarbone was a jagged scar. He told you the story of it once, simply shrugging when you showed sympathy.

You let yourself lean over him to place a kiss on it, and another on a scar just lower down before leaning up to place one on Geoffrey's lips. He returned the kiss lazily, his eyes still closed and his breathing deep. When you pulled back he opened his eyes to look at you. "I still don't think I'm used to this"

"Use to what?"

"To coming back after a hunt and have you look after me" You smiled laying down beside him, resting your head up on one hand as the other traced along his jaw.

"Well I'm not going anywhere so you better get used to it"

"I'll try" You knew he was joking with you, the light smirk pulling at his lips as he let his eyes close again. Despite his joking he knew that he didn't want to be without this, the way you waited for him, looked after him, wanted him. He may not admit it out loud often but Geoffrey couldn't imagine coming home to anything else.

Your fingers idly traced along Geoffrey's chest, playing with the hairs there before tracing down between the muscles of his abdomen and down to his hipbones. You smiled when he twitched, knowing you'd brushed over a sensitive part of him, not that you'd ever comment on the fact that he was ticklish there. But just as quickly as he tensed he relaxed again letting you trace over his skin as his eyes grew heavier and heavier. A content sigh leaving his lips, knowing he would happily die right here and now if it meant never having to be without this feeling.

***You flicked your gaze back to Geoffrey, his eyes still closed before stealing another quick kiss to the side of his mouth. "Geoffrey?" he hummed in response but didn't open his eyes this time. You knew your intentions were slightly selfish given how tired he was but you couldn't help yourself as you let your hand slide lower still, brushing against his member.

This got his attention enough for him to open one eye to look at you. You played innocent, putting on a questioning look, but you both knew what you wanted. "I want it too but, sure I don't think I can move let alone do that"

"Don't move then, I will" You made quick work of removing your own clothes, climbing gently back on top of Geoffrey. His member pressed against you as you settled above him. He let his eyes close when you moved your hips once, dragging yourself along his length, a deep sigh coming from him. You brushed some of his hair back into place before leaning down to trail small kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

It was rare for Geoffrey to let you take control but when he did he did it fully, his hands came up lazily to stroke your thighs but he didn't rush you to do anything more, he simply laid there and enjoyed whatever you gave to him. His muscles relaxing under every kiss you left against his skin, every squeeze of your hands against his tense muscles working him looser. He was sure if he wasn't so hard he would have fallen asleep, but his body had slightly different ideas as his arousal grew.

When you'd moved down to his abdomen you felt his muscled tense as you kissed, nipping gently at his skin. Geoffrey felt your breath ghost over his skin as you moved down him, teasing and gentle, when he felt it against his member he let a soft groan leave him, anticipating your lips on him but you kept him waiting. Your lips pressed down instead to the top of his thigh, so close to where he wanted your mouth. Geoffrey almost protested but you didn't give him a chance before your lips wrapped around his member, the surprised moan that slipped from Geoffrey's lips was loader this time, his body tensing against the pleasure of feeling your warm mouth around him, taking his length slowly.

The pace you set was a slow and lazy one, moving your lips gently, your hand taking up what your mouth couldn't. Geoffrey cursed himself for not taking things this slowly more often, life wasn't alway predictable enough for him to enjoy time away from his duties to Priwen. When you felt Geoffrey start to move his hips to meet your mouth you pulled away, leaving your hunter momentarily frustrated at the lack of attention.

You climbed back on top of Geoffrey settling yourself as you had before, looking over him, his gaze heavy with sleep but also lust as he watched you. "Promise you won't try to take over?" He nodded gently, watching as you lifted your hips just enough to take his length inside of you. It was hard not to push up into you but Geoffrey halted his hips, letting you set your own pace which just like before, was slow.

You always felt Geoffrey so deeply in this position, taking his full length, your hands pushing against his chest to keep yourself steady as you moved your hips against him, each rolling movement pressing him deep within you. You listened to the soft groans and deep breaths Geoffrey was letting out, trying to keep your own at bay not knowing which of Geoffrey's men were in earshot of your room.

Geoffrey felt you take his hands in your own, pressing them into the mattress either side of his head as you leant down closer to him. Your foreheads resting against each others as you continued to grind down against him. The urge to speed things up took over a little, Geoffrey felt his hips stutter up almost on their own, hitting a spot inside of you that made you gasp in surprise. "You promised" You scolded, voice full of play as you looked at him in mock annoyance.

Geoffrey smiled lazily at you. "Sorry, couldn't help it" you hummed in response, smirk pulling at your lips as you sat back up, placing his hands on your hips you began moving slowly again.

"When I say so you can move as well, but only when I say so, you're suppose to be resting remember?"

"Says the one who initiated this" Geoffrey laughed gently at your annoyed pout. "Alright, when you say" You continued your slow movements, taking in the way Geoffrey's body tensed and the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing quickened when you picked up the pace, moving against him faster now as you felt yourself growing closer to the end.

Geoffrey could feel you tensing around him, pulling him with you towards your climax, his fingers dug into your hips, holding you tight, waiting...slightly impatiently now for you to let him move. "Please?" He whispered.

"Yes, move" it took less than a second for Geoffrey to sit up, pulling you close against him as he pushed up into you, his hips lifting up to meet yours with every thrust. Your head fell against his shoulder, pressing your face into him to muffle the growing sounds that you found harder and harder to keep quiet as you moved against each other.

Geoffrey's grip on you never faltered as he held you close, his movements faltering just slightly as he grew closer and closer. You didn't last far beyond that, your orgasm washing over you suddenly, fingers digging into Geoffreys shoulders as you came, taking him with you. Warmth filled you as Geoffrey finished, his breath hard against you own shoulder as he tried to keep quiet.

It took a few moments for you both to gather yourselves, your breathing slowly returning to normal as you leant back, pushing Geoffreys hair back into place as much as you could, your hands brushing gently down the side of his face as he look back at you.

The rain was falling heavier now than it had been a few hours ago, the scent of damp streets, smoke and that unmistakable smell that always hit ones nose when in London was settling heavy as the storm continued.

If anyone asked how it was exactly you had come to be stood in the rain with Geoffrey, you likely wouldn't be able to give an exact answer. His jealousy? Your own stupidity for being caught in the act so to speak. You knew working alongside Jonathan Reid would cause nothing but trouble. But you couldn't help it. He was different.

How Geoffrey couldn't see that was beyond you. His hunter training clouding any chance of seeing that Jonathan - even Elizabeth, wasn't like other Ekons. He wanted to end this epidemic, as did you. Geoffrey had reluctantly allowed you to help bridge the gap between Priwen and Edgar - a go between so to speak. The late night trysts between you and Geoffrey had come about slightly later, when he'd finally given up playing the cold hunter around you.

Now that cold stare that you'd almost forgotten about was being directed at you. The rain hitting you relentlessly was starting to soak through your jacket, your hair hung heavy around you, strands sticking to your face. You breathing coming in short bursts from running to catch up with Geoffrey - who had only and very reluctantly stopped evading you on the border of Whitechapel when you'd almost slipped on the wet pavement.

"Why won't you listen to me?" desperation laced with frustration as you spoke. Truth be told you couldn't quite believe you were here arguing with Geoffrey in the first place, he really meant that much to you after such a small amount of time? Enough for you to chase after him? Explain yourself and your decisions? You were realizing all too quickly how close you'd allowed Geoffrey to get, how much you didn't want him to leave.

"Listen to what?" Geoffrey's voice was harsh as he spoke, his quick to temper personality shinning through as he almost scoffed at you. "You sympathize with leeches! You've been working with them this whole time?!"

"Not the whole time, just since-"

"Since good ol' Dr. Reid came runnin' into your life" a disbelieving smirk pulled at Geoffrey's mouth, his head shaking, his own hair wet and falling from it's place with the movement. "You know for a second I thought..." He wasn't sure he was ready to admit to you what he had thought, that you cared perhaps? That for once in his life maybe, just maybe he didn't have to live alone, that maybe he could have you.

"Why can't you see he's different? If you opened your mind even a little you would see Jonathan could help you!!"

"Why can't you see that he is nothin' but a blood sucking monster?!" You felt defeat wash over you, how long had you both been arguing like this? In this cramped and dim backstreet, had it been minutes or hours? It felt like an eternity of back and forth shouting, you were thankful a lot of Whitechapel had been abandoned.

"Geoffrey" He could hear the defeat in your voice, it seemed to only make him angrier at the whole situation. His growing frustration felt like it was about to drown him, his mind pulling back and forth between wanting to walk away and forget you and running to you. Everything in him from years of training screamed to run, to see this for what it was - a betrayal. But the part of him that wanted you - that cared for you begged him to stay. Your eyes never left his, your face wet from the rain, perhaps from tears he couldn't tell, even now soaked by the downpour he found it was so easy to become distracted by how beautiful he found you. "Please just... give it a chance?"

"I can't" he heard your groan of frustration just before he felt your fists connect with his chest. It didn't hurt, he didn't even flinch, but the movement seemed to ignite the fire back up in you as you looked back up to him.

"You are the most single minded, hard headed idiot I have ever met" your fists came back against his chest almost on every word, if it wasn't for the situation Geoffrey would have laughed at your outburst. But he simply reached up to grab your wrists, stopping you just before you hit him again. You tried to shake him off, clearly not finished with what can only be described as a tantrum, but his grip was strong, your arms barely moved.

You slumped against him instead, your forehead pushing into his chest. Geoffrey wondered if this would be the last time he would hold you this close. "I'm sorry my beliefs are such an inconvenience to you" he tried to sound malicious, he's not entirely sure he managed it.

You lifted your head up to meet his gaze again, those blue eyes you'd grown too fond of watched you, you could see the hard set of his jaw, the frown pulling at his brows. You weren't going to win this fight. You pulled your arms away again, and this time he let you go. You quickly pushed them into his chest, pushing Geoffrey a step away from you. You tried hard to blink away the tears that threatened to fall as you looked at Geoffrey. "I thought..."

"What that I'd change the way I am because you found a small ounce of good in one leech?"

"That you'd at least listen to me-"

"What because I fucked you? You think that changes things?" When your mouth closed instantly at his words he realized he'd done it, that those final words would be the end of the argument. Yet there was no satisfaction, no relief that you would finally stop shouting at each other, in fact he felt worse than he'd ever felt, seeing the hurt on your face, the way you pushed your lips together to stop yourself from crying more as you frowned at him.

You didn't even answer him, he watched you turn and start walking away from him, your footsteps quiet against the sound of the rain. It hurt. It hurt watching you walk away, Geoffrey didn't allow himself to think before he began following you, just as you had him, but it didn't take more than a few seconds for him to catch you by the arm, pulling you to a stop and towards him.

"Let go" You tried to keep walking but he held you, your voice almost too low for him to hear.

"Wait"

"No!" You turned to face him now, your cheeks streaked with tears and rain, your hair whipped around with you when you turned, soaked through from the rain. "You've made it clear how you feel"

"No I haven't" For the first time Geoffrey was scared of what to say next, how to tell you how he felt, how to make you believe him after what he had just spat at you. "I don't...I didn't...fuck it anyway" His hand slipped from your arm to push his own wet hair back out of his face. "I'm sorry... but I love ya, it wont change how I feel about them...but I can't let ya walk away from me after what I said"

He watched your face, the way something flashed across your features. He almost expected you to slap him, call him an ass and continue on your way. He certainly didn't expect you to pull him to you, your lips pushing against his. Geoffrey kissed you back like a man starved, his kiss hungry, demanding. Yours was just the same, both of your touches laced with desperation as you pulled each other closer, your hands clawing at the back of Geoffrey's head as he lifted you, his hands gripping under your thighs, your back hitting the wall of the alleyway. His grip was like iron holding you close to him, your bodies pressed together.

Your skirt had been pushed up when Geoffrey lifted you, the wet fabric bunched up between you, the cold long forgotten against the heat of Geoffrey as he pushed his body against you, his arousal hard beneath the material of his trousers. Your mind was fogged, nothing mattered, your body ached with want as you reached between you to clumsily undo his belt with one hand. Geoffrey shifted you slightly, lifting you just high enough to aid in pushing his trousers down just enough for his member to fall free, the wall aiding in holding you up as he pushed aside your underwear before rubbing himself against your entrance.

You whimpered against his lips, a subtle plea to hurry up. A hoarse moan fell from your lips when he pushed in, a gasp falling from Geoffrey before he starting moving into you. It wasn't sweet or romantic, the way you both moved against each other. It was desperate. Your lips moved, tongues hungrily fighting for dominance, your teeth catching his lower lip. Moans fell from you both as he moved, your back hitting the wall behind with each thrust. You didn't care, about the wall, the location, you only cared about Geoffrey moving against you.

He felt your nails dig into the back of his neck as you gripped him, the warmth from between your thighs tightening around him as he moved. Geoffrey couldn’t get enough of you, despite the harsh rain still hitting you both, the almost savage way he was taking you - so unlike the many nights you’d both found comfort in each other. He could feel your anger - his anger still, but with each thrust that anger ebbed away, his shame at what he said to you slowly creeping back in and Geoffrey found himself slowing down, his thrusts turning slow and deep.

You almost protested but Geoffrey’s lips trailing down your neck distracted you. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as he continued his slowed pace, soft lips making their way back up to your own, the kiss this time was slow, what you were used to. You didn’t imagine Geoffrey could do anything slowly at first, his whole mannerism usually spoke otherwise, but with you, after those first few times together you watched him take his time, enjoy every single moment with you. You prided yourself in seeing a side to the Captain of Priwen that no one else saw, that was who was with you now.

Geoffrey could feel his orgasm approaching, his hips stuttering and slightly picking up pace as he neared his peak. One of your hands moved up along the back of his head, toying and finally gripping onto the longer hairs near the top before your hand came to rest at the side of his face, keeping his pulled close as you began to push back against him, using the wall as leverage to meet his thrusts, your own orgasm knotting up inside of you.

Geoffrey’s kisses became desperate again, you both moaning and gasping against each other’s lips, faces pressed close. His hands tightening their hold on your legs, still holding you up to the wall, never faltering.

“Fuck” Geoffrey’s voice was rough with arousal. “I’m sorry”

“I know” you felt the tight coil in your snap seconds later, your orgasm washing over you, your eyes closing, head falling against Geoffrey’s completely as he continued fucking you through your high, his own came quickly after, your body warming as he filled you.

If you weren’t still so close to each other you wouldn’t be able to hear both of your heavy breathing in the rain. But when Geoffrey looked at you, his hair messed and falling in front of his face, droplets of water dripping from the dark locks you found you couldn’t care less about the rain.

Your body on the other hand did. Geoffrey could feel you shivering in his grip, he slowly lowered you to the ground, arms keeping hold of you until he was sure you were alright to stand on your own before fixing himself up quickly.

“We should get out of the rain” you spoke.

“Aye, you want me to walk ya back to the hospital?” You shook your head, home was further away, the hour was late and the rain wasn’t letting up but going back to Pembroke was the last thing you wanted now. Geoffrey looked around, as if only now taking in your surroundings and where you were. “Priwen base ain’t far from here, I could sneak ya in”

You couldn’t help smile at that. “You mean I’d get to see the Captains chamber?”

“Aye what little there is of them anyway” Geoffrey returned your smile with a smirk before pulling you close to him and turning you both in the direction of the base. “Better be on your best behaviour” he joked.

If Jonathan could see himself now he's sure he would feel so ashamed he would burn himself at the stake on Priwen's behalf. Yet here he was, balancing precariously on a dark ledge by Geoffrey McCullums window, watching him...well watching them.

It had started off as a relatively innocent peak of curiosity when Jonathan saw Geoffrey walking with his arm around a girl. Jonathan was so shocked by the idea that McCullum had a special someone that he almost started moving without realising. Following them as they made their way to Priwen's current base, keeping himself to the shadows of course.

What had made him jump up the building and perch on the ledge? Jonathan was sure that question would go unanswered for many years to come. Jealously? Knowing he would never experience what McCullum had again? Some perverse part of him that simply wanted to watch? He wasn't sure he wanted the answer.

When Jonathan looked into the room, lit dimly by candlelight he was almost slightly unimpressed by the casualty of things, McCullum was in the process of stoking a kindling fire in the shabby hearth he was surprised the room had, while his girl was sat on the edge of the bed talking gently to him. The scene made Jonathan's heart ache, the companionship McCullum had something he was sure he wouldn't find in his new life.

But also disbelief, disbelief at the fact that Geoffrey McCullum, fearless vampire hunter and emotionless pain in his ass was right there, knelt by the fire, smiling and talking and as relaxed as he'd ever seen anyone. Jonathan clung to the idea that, that was what made him stay where he was, knowing he was out of sight and simply wanting to watch how different McCullum appeared in this intimate moment.

When McCullum moved towards her Jonathan didn't expect the coming and rather intimate necking session he witnessed, Geoffrey's lips so easily moving against hers as he manoeuvred them both back on the bed, leaning his frame above her.

Geoffrey had shrugged his heavy coat of the moment you had both entered the room, glad to be rid of its weight no doubt. Jonathan noticed he was no longer armed as well, though his eyes did pick up on the firearm on the bedside table. Always at the ready. Frankly seeing McCullum in this manner made Jonathan want to both look away and keep watching, he didn't even like men - that he knew of anyway, and the idea of watching McCullum's girl sent a wave of shame over the Ekon, yet here he was, not looking away.

Geoffrey looked down at you when you pulled away from your kiss, his breath slightly laboured with excitement as he helped you undress, his fingers working quickly at the fastenings of your dress. His own clothes following just as quickly and he was glad he took the time to light the fire now, the little room quickly becoming cozy against the chilled winter air outside.

His hands roamed over your newly exposed skin, watching as you tens and lean into his touch, leaning down to trail his lips along your neck, leaving small kisses in his wake before seeking out your lips again. Geoffrey traced your bottom lip with his tongue, asking permission that he knew you'd give, his hand sliding along your thigh before lifting your leg at the knee upwards, his member sliding along you as he pushed his hips forward.

Jonathan should leave now, no, he should have left ages ago, no, he shouldn't have followed in the first place. Why wasn't he moving?! He isn't sure he would have been able to move his eyes away from the scene in front of him even if someone threatened his own life. He watched as McCullum moved against you, teasing. Johnathan almost laughed at the idea of McCullum dragging any moment out over just running in head first. Yet he watched as Geoffrey reached between the two of you, lining up and slowly, very slowly, pushing in. Jonathan watched as both of your eyes closed, quiet moans leaving both of your lips as Geoffrey pushed in all the way.

Geoffrey stilled for a moment, his eyes opening to look at you, waiting for you to give him the signal to move. When you lifted you head to kiss him again he started moving, his thrusts slow and deep, both of your bodies moving against each others rhythm.

Jonathan was impressed at how quiet you were both being, likely used to having to keep any noise from reaching any of Geoffrey's men, but with his hearing he could still make out the subtle gasps and groans that slipped through, he could almost smell you both, the light layer of sweat that was building on Geoffrey's back thanks to the fire and his movement. Jonathan realised for once since waking up in that pit that blood and hunger wasn't the first thing on his mind.

Geoffrey's arms encircled around you as he pulled you closer to him, the two of you a tangle of arms and legs as you clung to each other, his hips moving steadily.

Jonathan watched as the muscles of Geoffrey's body moved and tensed as he made love to you, the scattering of scars across the hunters body a testimony to his years of fighting. Such a contract to you own smooth skin, your delicate frame beneath him as he continued to move against you.

Jonathan could hear the way Geoffrey's breathing increased, the way you both found each others lips move often now to quieten any moans that threatened to slip through. Jonathan watched as Geoffrey reached out, his hand gripping the bed frame which he used as leverage to keep thrusting into you at a quicker pace now, his eyes falling closed. A part of Jonathan tried to reason that if he looked away now he might be able to rid himself of some of this shame but he found it even harder now to pull his eyes away as he watched you both near you end.

It was only a few more moments before he heard you gasp, pushing your head into Geoffrey's shoulder to try to silence yourself, your nails leaving crescent shaped marks in his back as you pulled him against you, tensing your legs around Geoffrey. He watched as Geoffrey came just after you, hand still on the bed frame, his head dropping to lean against yours, mouth slightly open as his hips stuttered and slowly came to a stop after he'd filled you.

The next few moments seemed to go slowly and very silently, Jonathan watched as Geoffrey pulled out and fell beside you, the both of you still wrapped up in an embrace, sharing soft kisses, the soft murmur of Geoffrey's voice as he spoke. Jonathan didn't even listen to what was being said, the vey idea that he had stayed and watched such an intimate moment was still dawning on him, feeling that much more real now that it was over.

With a shake of his head Jonathan finally moved, letting his shadows envelope him as he moved swiftly in the direction of home.

...

Jonathan would have liked to have forgotten about last nights stalking as quickly as possible, he'd done a fine job of berating himself for the rest of the night when he'd gotten home, vowing to just forget about everything.

It was when Edgar came into his office that it all went pear shaped. Now Johnathan leant against one of the worktables in his office watching the hand on the clock tick down the minutes until he had to go to Edgar's office for a meeting, a meeting that also included Geoffrey McCullum.

At the mere mention of the hunters name Jonathan felt a wave of shame and embarrassment take over him. Not fully sure if he'd be able to look at the hunter let alone make conversation. Well not that Geoffrey would mind if he didn't have to talk to a leech. Regardless, the thoughts of the night before were still swarming in Johnathan's mind as he made his way to Edgar's office.

"Oh watch were you're going dear boy!" Edgar's voice pulled Johnathan quickly from his thoughts as the other doctor came barreling out of his office and past Johnathan. "Go on in I just need to grab some reports! McCullum's already in there!"

If it weren't for the fact that Jonathan was stood in front of the now open office door where McCullum could clearly see him he would have waited for Edgar to come back, but alas, no such luck. Jonathan walked in, making his way to the empty chair in front of Edgar's desk, the other already taken up by Geoffrey who was silently picking at a loose threat on the end of his sleeve. Avoiding looking at Jonathan as he so usually did, well today that suited Jonathan just fine.

The doctor made himself comfortable in the chair, relaxing now at the idea that Geoffrey would simply prefer to remain quiet rather than talk to a vampire. Perhaps it wasn't so bad after all, he could just forget-

"Enjoy the show last night?" Jonathan felt himself tense at Geoffrey's words, his voice cutting through the thick silence between them.

"I'm sorry?"

"You should be, it's no news that toffs are perverts but I didn't expect it from you" If he'd had a beating heart Jonathan was sure his would have been trying to beat its way out of his chest as he turned his shocked eyes at McCullum.

"You knew I was there?!"

"I'd be a fucking piss poor hunter if I didn't know when I was being watched by the likes of you, didn't expect you to stay and watch the whole thing though" Jonathan couldn't even look McCullum in the eye. He knew if he weren't a vampire he'd be blushing and half way to throwing up at the idea of being found out. "You're looking a little pale there leech, what's the matter? Did you not think about what would happen if you'd been caught?"

"You are taking far to much pleasure in this McCullum" Jonathan didn't need to look at him to know that he was smirking, he could hear in it his voice.

"Well otherwise I'd have to give into the anger I feel towards you seeing what you did, so may as well take advantage of seeing you squirm"

"There was me thinking you'd love any excuse to inflict your violence upon me"

"I would, but sure I feel a bit sorry for ya, so for now I'll take comfort in knowing you're at least ashamed of the fact that you're a pervert" Jonathan felt his blood boil at the name and he turned angrily to spit out.

"I'm not a pe-"

"Oh by the Stole I leave you both for a moment and you're down each others throats, like children honestly!" Edgar rounded the table and sat down, holding the reports in one hand. "McCullum, while I appreciate your love for winding up Jonathan please take that smug look off your face so we can proceed, Jonathan, eyes over here please"

"Don't worry Swansea, he likes to watch so you can be sure his eyes will be giving you their full attention"

Geoffrey was seething, Jonathan didn't need his vampiric senses to tell him that, the look on Geoffrey's face was enough. The Hunter was staring at him now, the bodies of numerous skalls littered the floor of the back alley surrounding them.

He wasn't sure whether or not to speak, unsure if he should simply vanish as quickly as he appeared. He suspected the hunter was angered by the very idea that Jonathan had jumped into battle to help him, or even more likely just angered by his presence at all.

"I didn't need your help leech" the former then. Jonathan walked over one body, then another before he reached the hunter. Stopping only a few feet away from him, his eyes flicking to the hand Geoffrey now rested on his firearm.

"I'll pretend you simply said thank you"

"I'd never thank you"

"No I don't believe you would - shame really given how often I tend to save you" Jonathan knew he was walking on thin ice, goading Geoffrey was never a wise decision but he grew tired of the game they were playing. To put it rather simply he was waiting for the hunter to slip up again.

It had been only for a brief moment, so brief it could have been easily missed but Jonathan saw the look McCullum had shot him way after the last fight they had joined forces in. A similar look he often found himself shooting the hunters way - a look of lust. He knew he'd seen it, he just needed the hunter to act on it. And Geoffrey unfortunately didn't seem to do anything unless it was his idea to do so. But Jonathan was in no mood to dance around the idea of this again, he'd spent too many nights alone since being turned. Too many nights thinking of the hunter before him.

"I never ask for your help. The further away from me you stay the better"

"Is that because you're worried about what you'll do if I get closer?"

Geoffrey's eyes narrowed on Jonathan, his body tensing in a way that could be concern but also simply McCullum readying himself for a fight. Jonathan had a hard time telling the hunters emotions apart more often than not.

"Kill you, you mean? I've no concerns about that leech"

"I'm not talking about you killing me" When Geoffrey didn't respond Jonathan sighed and paced back a step. "Am I not bloody enough tonight? Granted the last time there were more skalls - and I wasn't prepared so it got messy... but is it being beaten up and bloody that does it for you? No? What else was different... my jacket? Would it help if I took it off?"

"What the actual fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, surprisingly it doesn't suit you" Geoffrey's scowl deepened at Jonathan's words, his lips rising slightly in anger. "Are you simply deep in denial perhaps?"

"I'm in no mood for whatever mind game your playing" Jonathan's bark of laughter made the hunter flinch, his grip tightening on the handle of his gun.

"You're an idiot, or you must think me one. I saw how you looked at me" Geoffrey's anger faltered, his eyes widening slightly as his hand dropped from his gun entirely. He looked away from Jonathan then back at him again.

"And what exactly is it you think you saw?"

Jonathan felt a brief moment of doubt, an uneasy feeling sinking in...what if he'd been mistaken? The confused and irritated look on Geoffrey's face was becoming more convincing by the second and Jonathan found himself unable to answer.

"Gonna answer me leech?"

"I...I thought..." Jonathan closed his mouth, lips pressing together as he eyes the alleyway behind him, wondering if he could just shadow jump his way out of there and away from what he was worried would be an uncomfortable situation. But there wasn't enough room, and no ledge to use to get to the rooftops.

He turned back to Geoffrey, who was waiting with a look on his face that almost looked smug, like he was glad to see Jonathan doubting himself. Well...may as well.

Jonathan moved quick, quickly enough that Geoffrey had no time to take hold of his gun again before Jonathan had him pinned against the wall of the alley. The brick cold and slightly damp under his hand as he caged Geoffrey against it. "No more pretending"

He could hear the way Geoffrey's pulse quickened, but the hunter didn't look afraid, if anything he looked...amused. "Are you done with the dramatics leech?"

"What-"

"That's the problem with you toffs, you beat around the bush instead of simply saying what it is you want. You could have just said what you meant and what you wanted. But you wanted me to say it, is that it?"

"It's not about what I want, you're the one who-"

"Isn't it? If this isn't about what you want then you would have ignored the look I gave ya, but you didn't"

"So you were eyeing me up!" Geoffrey rolled his eyes and relaxed fully against the wall, looking over Jonathan's face briefly before shrugging.

"Maybe" Jonathan frowned both elated at the idea that he had been right and annoyed at how casual McCullum was being, like it was completely normal that he'd eyed up Jonathan even though they'd been close to killing each other for months. "You want me to show you what I wanted?"

Jonathan knew if he had a pulse it would have quickened, his eyes locked onto Geoffrey's. He nodded, not fully trusting his voice, or perhaps not fully feeling confident enough to use it now that the dynamic changed. Geoffrey had managed to take full control of the situation and now Jonathan was stood there impatiently waiting for the hunter to make a move.

"Hmm." Geoffrey's head tilted to the side, watching Jonathan. "I wanted to fuck you but... maybe we'll start elsewhere" Jonathan took a moment to remember where they were, not the most discreet or the cleanest location for them to be doing this. "Kneel"

Jonathan's eyes flew back to Geoffrey's. "Excuse me?"

"Don't act so shocked, get down on your knees" Geoffrey's eyebrow rose as he waited for Jonathan to obey.

"Here?" Geoffrey simply nodded. He was almost tempted to argue....almost. The idea of him getting his hands on the hunter in any capacity was exciting enough for Jonathan to ignore the location and the demands. His knees hitting the ground as he lowered himself his face now level with the very hard outline of Geoffrey's cock beneath his trousers. His gaze flicked up at the hunter who was watching him intently, his gaze almost too much for Jonathan.

"Watch the teeth leech, they'll be nothing for ya if you so much as graze me" As if he needed to say so, Jonathan had no desire to end this moment by being too fang happy to be careful. His fingers made quick work of Geoffrey's trousers, pulling them down just enough to free the hunter, his hard length stood to attention between them.

It had been a moment since Jonathan had done this but, he was determined to give the hunter what he wanted. Geoffrey sighed as Jonathan let his tongue travel up the underneath of his cock, his lips gently kissing the tip when he reached the end. He repeated the motion and then let Geoffrey push into his mouth slightly, keeping his jaw relaxed, his lips only just closing around him.

When Jonathan heard Geoffrey mumble something about him being a tease he almost smiled enough for his right fang to dig into McCullum but he quickly masked the movement by taking Geoffrey's length fully into his mouth, his lips closing in tight around him as he moved slowly down, taking more and more of Geoffrey. The hunters groan was enough to motivate Jonathan further. His throat relaxing enough to take even more.

He quickly revelled in the fact that a lack of breathing almost meant a lack of gagging, using this new found skill to push Geoffrey deep into the back of his throat. This got a moan, a moan that Jonathan wanted more of. His head bobbed in earnest now, taking on a pace that had Geoffrey's thighs tensing beneath Jonathan's grip. A shudder racking over the hunters body as Jonathan used his other hand to work the rest of him, teasing and tugging more groans from him.

When Geoffrey began subtly thrusting his hips forwards Jonathan let him, he let him grab his hair, he let the hunter use his mouth to chase the end Jonathan could sense was coming. Geoffrey's voice was rough as he muttered words of encouragement, his hands holding Jonathan's head in place. Jonathan sucked his cheeks in working Geoffrey harder trying to match the pace he wanted. He didn't have to match it for long before he felt Geoffrey's release spill into his mouth, the warmth of him threatening to spill from Jonathan's lips as he let Geoffrey ride out his orgasm.

The air seemed to rush back over him when Geoffrey pulled back, the warmth of his body no longer overwhelming him. Jonathan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched Geoffrey tuck himself back into his trousers and straighten his clothing. Still on his knees he watched as Geoffrey ran a hand through his own hair before turning his gaze back to Jonathan, his eyes wandering down his body, stopping on the hardness now evident in Jonathan's trousers.

"Hmm, well leech it's been a pleasure"

Jonathan's brows drew together as he watched Geoffrey move past him towards the end of the alley, avoiding the mess of skalls. "You can't be serious"

"Have you ever known me not to be?"

"But you said-"

"I said I wanted to fuck you, not that I would, but sure you proved yourself to be well behaved, so maybe next time I'll treat ya" Geoffrey didn't wait for a reply, he turned and continued on his way, leaving Jonathan still kneeling and confused and more annoyingly, unsatisfied. The vampire groaned before getting up and brushing the dirt off of his trousers. He had half a mind to follow Geoffrey, to demand... or more likely beg for the hunter to relieve him. But he knew he wouldn't get what he wanted.

The very fact that Jonathan had pushed Geoffrey to give him what he wanted and still ended up being the one to walk away untouched had Jonathan shaking his head, only Geoffrey could make him completely forget his goal and end up on the receiving end of disappointment. But the hunters words still rang hot in his ears. Maybe next time I'll treat ya.

Geoffreys feet carried him slowly and unsteadily through the streets of London as he made his way back to Priwen's current hideout. His breath was laboured, his muscles ached, bruises from the fight with Reid littered his skin. But wounds and bruises Geoffrey could deal with, it was the gnawing feeling of anxiety that was making the walk back so difficult.

God you're a fool. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind when he threw his head back, drinking the dark liquid from the vial. It wasn't until Reid had put him on his knees and scoffed at his stupidity that Geoffrey considered why the blood of Arthur was such a valuable enhancement. "You're going to become the very thing you hate the most McCullum, did you even consider the consequences? Leaving not only your men but the woman you love behind as well?"

He hadn't. He'd selfishly pushed all thoughts of both of those things to the back of his mind when he'd made the trip to Pembroke to confront Reid. Now as he approached the base it was all he could think of. And for the first time in many years, Geoffrey felt broken.

He felt the weight of sadness, helplessness, anger, so many emotions pilling up on his shoulders. He wanted to scream, to curse himself for making such a stupid decision, and for what? His pride? His own need to rid the world of leeches? Even now he knew deep down that Reid was different, why couldn't he have come to that revelation before he'd tipped the blood of a potential vampire down his throat?

It took a moment for Geoffrey to realise he'd stopped walking, the entrance to the base was just across the street but he couldn't move. His eyes flicked up to the window where he knew you were waiting for him, a faint light flickering behind the closed drapes. Of all the things he'd put you through, the danger he'd introduced into your life just by being a part of it, none of that compared to what he was about to do. To tell you after everything, all the battles he'd come back from, all the fear and hardships you'd both gone through, this was the last night he'd have with you.

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The silence was so thick Geoffrey was sure it was the reason he was finding it hard to breathe. He didn't move though, his feet stayed firmly planted to the same spot in the middle of the room he'd been stood in for the last ten minutes. That's all it had taken. Well, five really, then the rest of the minutes ticked by like hours as you sat there on the edge of the bed staring at him. Your eyes almost as red as his tired and beaten ones were, but yours he knew were red from the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.

Geoffrey wasn't sure what he wanted, your anger? Maybe he wanted you to scream at him, hit him over and over for being so stupid, to throw things, to let rage take over. But then again maybe that was what he wanted himself to do. But instead you just sat there, jaw tight as you continued to stare at him in disbelief.

"I'm sorry" Even his voice didn't carry the way he'd intended it to, it was hoarse, rough and tired, all but breaking as he tried to hold in whatever emotions were trying to claw their way out of him.

"So am I" you whispered. Geoffrey watched as you took in a deep but shaky breath, your eyes falling to the floor as you continued to sit there. He knew in this moment that seeing you angry would be easier for him, seeing the pain and sadness on your face was heartbreaking in a way he didn't even want to think about let alone be feeling himself.

"I don't know for sure - the leech - Reid, didn't tell me if he knew what would happen" Geoffrey took his own deep breath now, letting it go and his eye close as he shook his head. "I suppose I can see why he didn't want to be helpful"

"Perhaps he doesn't know either, he hasn't been an Elon very long" You were still staring at the floor, your voice quiet but lacking the shake that it had earlier. "I don't know what to do"

"Maybe I should leave, or tell the lads what's happened, have them lock me up until we know. Then they can take care of it."

"Take care of it? Geoffrey it's you we're talking about" Your eyes flicked back up to meet his, your brows coming together not in anger but pure frustration and helplessness. "No. You're staying here, in this room. You've taught me what to do and...and I don't want to spend what could be your last night with you locked away and not being able to be with you"

"It's too risky to do it like that, if I do turn you'll be right beside me, what if I can't control myself?"

"Then I won't have to spend the rest of my life alone" Hearing those words come from your lips hurt Geoffrey more than his stupidity. He may not have accepted it before but he was important to you, more important than anyone. You had sacrificed so much, been through so much together, the very idea of losing you would have sent him into a blind rage of agony. So of course if would feel the same for you.

The building Priwen was currently calling home was quiet, only the occasional pattern of footsteps were heard as Geoffrey laid down beside you on the bed, his weapons and jacket discarded haphazardly on his desk, except for his gun, which he placed beside you, loaded with silver.

You turned your head to Geoffrey, wrapped in his arms Geoffrey felt you push closer to him. This could be it. How could it be that the moment he finally found an ounce of happiness in his life, he goes and makes the biggest mistake of his life. He would never be able to touch you, to kiss you or laugh with you again, he wouldn't be there to see Priwen put an end to the leech problem. Hell if they even can.

But tonight, for however many hours he might have left he can at least spend them by your side. "I want to kiss you"

"When have you ever asked permission to kiss me?" You smirked, he remembered the first time you had kissed, you were sad, angry and blabbering endlessly until he had crushed his lips into yours. This time is wasn't like that. This time you kissed like it could be the last, you knew very well it could be. It was slow, familiar, full of emotion.

You kissed each other like you'd done a hundred times before, but this time it felt different, a frantic need scratching at both of your hearts begging both not to stop, to never stop. A part of Geoffrey knew that undressing you was a bad idea, he didn't know when he would turn if he does and the both of you being undressed and wrapped around each other didn't seem like the best scenario to put yourselves in. But he didn't care, he needed you. And by the way you pulled his clothes off just as fast he knew you felt the same.

Your bodies moved slowly against each other, you both trying desperately to drag this moment out for as long as you could, Geoffrey felt your arms pull his down closer as he moved his hips, relishing each small gasp that feel from your lips. God if he is going to die he wants this memory to stay with him wherever he ends up.

He brushed away the tear that slipped down the side of your face as you looked up at him, trying your best to lock every little feature of him into your memory, every scar, the colour of his eyes, the curve of his lips when he smiled. It was painful. So painful that tears kept filling your eyes, you couldn't lose him. Not now. Geoffrey felt your grip on him tighten, you foreheads pressed together, gentle kisses were places between shallow breaths as you clung to each other until the end.

It was late, almost dawn you imagined. Hours had passed since you and Geoffrey laid in bed holding each other. The room had the faint chill of the morning winter air, but Geoffrey made you both get dressed just in case so you weren't cold. But the shaking that racked through your body had nothing to do with the cold. You were nervous, every little noise raising the hairs on your arms. Geoffreys sleep heavy breathing the only other sound in the room as your fingers laced through his hair over and over. His head rested on your lap, his gun rested in your other hand.

You had been like this for an age, your legs were stiff and your back begged you to lie down but you remained sitting upright, half in fear of waking Geoffrey up but also half in fear of not being in a vulnerable position if the worst happens. Time went on, your eyes grew heavy, your body screamed, your heart raced in anxiety at what was to come. Waiting was never a game you liked to play, but this felt like torture.

Your footsteps were the only sound as you made your way through the winding streets of London towards the theatre Priwen had made their base. Jonathan was convinced you could talk Geoffrey McCullum into allowing him safe passage around the city, he was tired of hurting his men, or having any of them hurt him.

Why he thought you could get through to him was beyond you, you'd barely spoken to words to McCullum. You'd only met Jonathan through Edgar and while you helped as much as you could so far during the outbreak, the only times you came across McCullum was when you were privy to one of his meetings with Edgar. Even then you stood quietly as the two men argued it out and watched just as quietly as McCullum stormed out, you'd be surprised if he even knew who you were.

You would have said no but Jonathan's look of defeat when he asked you had you almost as annoyed at McCullum as Jonathan was. Given Jonathan's track record you couldn't understand why Geoffrey was so against letting him help, surely there was no one better than Jonathan to help with the current epidemic. But you knew McCullum was a fanatic, likely blinded by all of his hate and power.

You turned the rain soaked corner and the theatre came into view, the once colourful sign at the front of the building long since gone dull, only a few letters remained. Your eye caught the two guards on patrol outside the front doors, a burly man and a slightly smaller one beside him. You took an intake of breath before making your way across the road with determination. The men's attention snapped your way when you got halfway, their guns held tightly ready to attack if needed.

"You should move on miss, streets ain't safe" The larger mans voice matched his stature, a deep tone that you suspected warded off most people who came to close to the base.

"I'm aware, but I need to speak to McCullum" You kept your voice even, not allowing yourself to be intimidated by the men before you.

"What's the reason?"

"The reason is my own, let me see him" you could tell the guard had reservations about allowing you inside, but after another painstakingly silent moment he relented and lead you inside. Priwen had striped the place bare by the looks of it - replacing any unneeded furnishing with crates of supplies and weapons, the place was barely recognisable as a theatre save for the architecture itself.

You were lead quickly down a main hall and up a flight of stairs towards the end of which was a set of double doors. The guard headed straight for them, his knuckled rapping against the wood a couple of times before a muffled voice told him to enter. McCullum's office certainly wasn't anything special, the room was thrown together to be functional, a mismatched collection of furniture created an office come bedroom. McCullum himself was leant over a worn desk, a map of London and papers scattered across the surface, his shirt rolled up his forearms, the top of it unbuttoned showing off the red scarf he had wrapped around his neck.

"What's this?"

"Lass says she needed to see ya boss" McCullum's eyes flicked to you, narrowing slightly before he nodded to his man to leave you be. It was only when the door clicked shut behind you that he started speaking again.

"What do you want?"

"I'm-"

"I know who you are, part of the job, and I know who you keep company with, so what do you want?" If his tone was anything to go by you could already feel what little hope of success you had slip from you.

"A truce, ideally indefinitely, although temporary is fine for now" His eyebrow quirked up at your words.

"Reid put you up to this"

"He knew you wouldn't have agreed to meet with him to ask you himself" You felt the pressure of McCullum's stare, his eyes never leaving you. You couldn't help the way it made you shiver, his gaze almost too intense. He was intimidating that was certain, you supposed he needed to be as the leader of Priwen.

"No"

"No?" You scoffed at the fact he'd so quickly denied you what you came here for, you felt a momentary rise in anger that you couldn't contain. "God you are an asshole" It slipped out before you could stop it and McCullum to your surprise barked out a laugh.

"Foul mouth for a lady, what did you think that I'd give in just like that? Reid is a leech same as all the others. We don't collaborate with leeches"

"I'm not asking you to collaborate, I'm asking you to simply stop trying to kill him so he can work on saving this city"

"Saving it? Is that what you believe he's doing?"

"Oh please spare me whatever speech you have coming, you hate his kind fine, everyone gets it. But tell me as you're clearly all knowing, how close are you to solving this epidemic?" McCullum stood up straight, his height adding to his already overpowering presence, his brows forming a considerably ticked off frown that matched the tight twitch of his jaw. You swallowed quickly, trying to think of something to say to prevent what you imagined would be a rather large outburst, but all you managed was a feeble. "Surely there's something I can do to persuade you?"

"Do you think I'm someone who's easily persuaded?"

"No.."

"No" You felt defeat wash over you, and a real sense of shame at not being able to help Jonathan in one area he needed the most help. Priwen were relentless in their attacks against him, cornering him on the streets every chance they got. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, sighing and letting your head tilt back slightly, eyes flicking to the cracked ceiling. When your eyes met McCullum's again you were met with eyes less angry but still unmoved.

"I suppose this was a waste of time then" You had wanted your words to be filled with more malice but you found after working yourself up to coming, convincing yourself you had a chance only to be useless, you couldn't quite bring the ire to your voice.

You turned to leave, reaching for the handle of the door but McCullum's voice stopped your hand mid air. "Three nights"

"What?" You turned quickly back to the hunter, he'd moved around his desk, leaning now casually against it, his arms crossed as he looked at you.

"I'll give you three nights, starting today" You were sure your jaw was on the chipped floorboards as you stood dumbly staring at him. The sun was still setting so you knew you had plenty of time to get to Jonathan and tell him the news... three nights, was it enough? It would have to be.

"Thank you, it'll make a difference I pro-"

"Come here" You looked at McCullum confusion written all over your face, he made no efforts to repeat himself, though you couldn't imagine him doing that often. Your steps were cautious as you made your way across the room to stand in front of him. You could smell him now, the smoky scent of gunpowder and a sweet undertone from the unfinished glass of whisky on his desk. His eyes were bluer than you'd noticed before, and now they were watching you again.

You waited for him to do something, a slight pang of fear creeping over you like a spider across your skin. "Kneel"

It took a moment for the words to sink in, it was your turn to frown now. "What?"

"You want three nights? You can use that foul mouth and persuade me to give them to you"

"But you already-"

"I've already done nothing, make your choice" You couldn't stop your heart from beating, the audacity of this man! Your mind was running wild, thinking of the reason you were here, how much this time would mean to Jonathan's mission, how leaving here victorious would be so much better than leaving a failure. But you hated the idea of being used like this, and you hated more the way it filled your body with such heat, the way McCullum's gaze was making your breath catch.

His eyes flicked down to your lips, you realised only after that you'd once again pulled the lower one between your teeth as you wrestled the thoughts in your mind. You could see now the hunger growing in his gaze and you tried desperately to fight what that was doing to you. Would it be so bad? When a rather large part of you was starting to want it?

You raised your chin, trying to show confidence as you lowered yourself to your knees, the hard floor unforgiving, but you put the thought of it aside as you reached up to undo McCullum's belt and trousers. You felt him relax more against the desk as you pulled his shirt out and then began to pull the trousers down just enough to free him. He was already hard and thick, your hand wrapping around him, wondering briefly how he would feel inside of you. You leant forward slowly, pressing your lips to the base of him, then letting your tongue drag along the underneath of him as you moved back. You heard the intake of breath, you felt his thigh tense beneath your other hand, but the gasp that slipped from him when you let your lips wrap around him was the reaction you relished the most.

You set a slow pace, both for yourself and to drag out the feeling for him, if you were going to do this then you were going to do it well. You were almost lazy in the way you let him slide in and out of your mouth, moving down him only as much as was easily comfortable, though you knew you could take more. You sucked in your cheeks every other time you glided along him, each time you were rewarded with a deep sigh from the hunter as he relaxed even more, his arms now holding him up against the desk. The hunter didn't seem to know whether he wanted his head tilted back towards the ceiling or tilted down to watch you, he swapped between both regularly but you avoided his gaze for the most part, focusing purely on your movements.

In a moment of curiosity you relaxed your throat, suddenly taking more of him than before. If you could have smirked you would have at the moan that he let slip and the way he cleared his throat to try and hide that fact that you'd pulled it from him in the first place. You found yourself relishing each noise you heard slipping from him, making it your own little challenge to hear as many of them as possible as you sped up your movements. Your tongue teasing the underneath of his length as you moved your mouth over him with more enthusiasm than before.

When you heard the whispered curse leave his lips and felt his thighs tense again you knew he was drawing near to the end. It was only when his breathing became fast and heavy you removed your mouth from him only stroking him painfully slow with your hand. His head snapped forwards to look down at you, confusion and frustration flicked across his features. "Give him the three nights"

"You didn't-"

"And I wont until you say you'll give Jonathan the three nights" You swore an almost impressed look flashed across McCullum's face as he tried to calm his breathing.

"I'll give my men the order" With that you went back to work, your mouth was on him again in a heartbeat, moving with the same haste as before, your cheeks sucking in around him relentlessly until a deep groan left him and the warm saltiness of him was filling your mouth. A soft moan of your own slipped out before you could stop it, your thighs clenching together restlessly as you swallowed.

He pulled away from you, watching as you licked away the small drop that escaped onto your lip before you stood on slightly shakier legs than you'd care to admit, your eyes finding his as he tucked himself away and tried to straighten his clothing out. McCullum looked so different from the man you'd looked at when you first entered the room. Some of his hair had fallen out of place, his breathing was slowly returning to normal but the frowning captain of Priwen wasn't frowning now, his features relaxed in a way that only made him more attractive.

You didn't allow him to speak, he'd gotten quite enough of the power tonight and you'd be damned if you were letting him have the final word. "Make sure you give the order once you've collected yourself"

If he wanted to reply you didn't let him, turning quickly and leaving the room, the door closing behind you. You let out a breath, willing your body to calm down enough for you to make your way back out of the theatre, the cool air finally hitting your skin when you pushed the entrance door open was like finding water in a desert.