vampire jason is caught by vampire hunters, and rescued by hood!tim. while feeding on him, jason instigates a psychic/empathy bondāsomething heās been lacking since his parents died. tim canāt break it without causing him harm <3
āKid.ā Hood gets his attention again. āThe sunās gonna be up soon. Thereās no way we can get you anywhere safe before it rises. You need to get some blood in you.ā
Jasonās mouth twists. He knows. Hood doesnāt need to remind him. But... āI donāt want to take too much,ā he admits quietly. Itās been so long⦠the risk of him losing control is too big.
āI wonāt let you,ā Hood promises. āI promise, kid. Everything is going to be okay.ā
Jason searches his face. He looks for any hint, any trace of a lie.
He doesnāt find one.
Hood... He just saved Jasonās life. Heās still trying to save Jasonās life, andā
Jason doesnāt want to die.
Especially not as slowly and painfully as sun exposure would be.
He swallows.
Nods.
Hood... he looks relieved. He holds his arm out again, and this time, Jason scoots closer, and takes it. One hand wraps around Hoodās wrist. The other, just above his elbow. This close, he can hear Hoodās heartbeat. Itās slow. Steady.
Jasonās mouth waters. Venom flows onto his tongue, and he drags it over Hoodās skin. He waits a full, agonizing minute to make sure the area is well and truly numbed and then, finallyā
He sinks his teeth in.
Blood gushes into his mouthāwarm and hot and thick and just. Perfect. Jason sighs. His eyes fall shut as the tension just... melts off of his body. For the first time in years, his fangs slide back into his gums as he transitions to sucking at the wound, restraining himself just enough not to bruise.
Hoodās presence beside him is solid. Warm. Jason can hardly help the way he lists towards him. Hoodās other arm wraps around him, pulling him against his chest. Jason canāfeel him. Protective. Caring. He feels like the promise of safety.
Jason canāt help but bury himself in it. Something clicks into place. He sighs again. He feels Hoodās arm tighten around him. Hears his breath hitch. He doesnāt pull Jason off, though, soāJason ignores it.
Heās forgotten what itās lie to drink directly from the source. Blood bags pale in comparison, now. Heās not sure how he ever survived on them.
Itās been so long...
Jason grows full quickly, the blood settling into his stomach and warming him from the inside out. He lets go, eventually; licking the wound lazily until it closes, and catching the remainder of the blood as he does.
Then, finally, he pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
His eyelids are heavy. Heās so warm.
Hood pulls his sleeve back down. He doesnāt put his jacket on, though. Instead, he wraps it around Jasonās shoulders.
Itās pleasantly heavy. The leather-gunpowder-gun oil scent isnāt as pleasant, but. Who cares. It cuts off the autumn chill, bringing the same warmth outside that Jason feels inside. He yawns, sinking into it.
āHey, kid. Stay awke a little bit longer, okay?ā
Jason hums noncommittally.
Hood laughs. He jostles Jason slightly, making his nose wrinkle. He glares at him through slitted eyes.
āYou got anywhere to go?ā
Jason ducks his head into the jacketās collar. He considers. Itās been three days. āProbāly not.ā
āProbably?ā
āMm. Had a squat. Probāly got stolen.ā Jasonās eyes fall shut again.
Itās too much work to keep them open now.
Hood sighs. Jason feels a tangle of things. Worry. Fondness. Sadness. Itās not his, though. Thereās another presence in his chest, now. He pets it, a little clumsily.
Itās a nice presence.
Jason would like to keep it.