#vampire!jake

It takes a minute to realise why your door is being knocked on at 12am. Once the reactionary, pissed-off confusion subsides, however, you drag yourself to the front door and open it to one more vampire than you were expecting.

Before you can even open your mouth, Sunghoon speaks. “Can we come in?”

The temptation to deny him just to mess with him is tempered by the state of the vampire just behind him. He looks… rough, to say the least, a hand curled into the sleeve of Sunghoon’s coat and pale bottom lip caught between teeth. You step aside, holding the door open.

“Yeah, come in, both of you.”

Sunghoon drags the other vampire bodily inside and pushes him onto the sofa in your living room like a sack of flour with legs. “Stay.” He steps to the side and beckons you over, face somewhat panicked.

Closing the door, you step over with him, one eye on the other vampire who’s now slumped on your sofa and taking pointless, concerningly shallow breaths. Sunghoon clears his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Um, that’s Jake.”

“…okay?” You look at him expectantly. “Need a little more, Hoon.”

He swallows, nervous and fiddling with a button on his coat. “He needs to feed. Badly. Long story short, he doesn’t drink unless he absolutely needs to and only from this one girl, and she decided that today she doesn’t want to have anything to do with him and I wouldn’t do this to you unless I really had to, but…”

“But he looks like he’s on death’s door for the second time,” you finish his sentence for him, and Sunghoon looks at you gratefully.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” He asks, trying really hard to give you a choice, an out. “I know we have our agreement, and we can find someone else if you don’t want him to–”

You scoff, making a gesture towards Jake. “He’s gonna pass out. It’s fine, Hoon, he must be important to you if you’re bringing him to me.”

Sunghoon visibly relaxes, throwing an arm around your shoulders to bring you into a forehead kiss. “Thank you, he’s a fucking nightmare to convince to feed, I don’t think I could make him drink from anyone else if you said no.” He tugs you over to where Jake is practically shivering against the sofa cushions, and you have the slightly unsettling feeling that he’s acutely aware of your heartbeat and is counting.

“Jake, this is my donor.” Sunghoon nudges you forward. “You will feed from her, or I swear to god, I’m gonna feed from her and we’re gonna hold you down while I spit her blood down your throat.”

“That’s vile,” you grimace, but it gets a tiny breath of a laugh from Jake. Clearing your throat, you place a knee on the sofa, barely touching his thigh. “Is it okay if I sit on your lap? It’s most comfortable.”

You’re pretty sure Jake isn’t aware of anything but the soft pulse of your heart in your neck, but he manages to nod and swallow a few times. “Y-Yeah, yes, you can do that.”

With a soft smile – what? The guy’s cute – you straddle Jake’s thighs, settling down midway between his hips and his knees. Sunghoon, moving to sit beside the both of you, snorts at the tiny noise that his friend makes as you take a seat. Jake’s hands are clutched at his sides, doing his absolute best to behave. It’s utterly endearing.

“Jake,” you hum, making the first move and resting your arms over his shoulders. “It’s very sweet how you’re trying to be all respectful, but you look like you might explode if you don’t bite me, so just do it, okay?”

Bless him, he looks like he could start crying. He straightens up, eyes fixed on your artery. “…are you sure? I don’t want to–I mean, you’re Sunghoon’s donor–”

His words fade to unimportance as you become suddenly very aware of his accent. Holy fuck, he’s Australian. Sunghoon clocks the hearts in your eyes and smirks, his own eyes rolling in exasperation. “Just shut up and bite her.”

Jake shifts, flexes his fingers, opens his mouth, closes it, shifts again, and tentatively leans forward until you can feel cool breath on your neck. Your arms tighten around his neck encouragingly, head tipping to the side as his fangs graze the surface. You can almost feel him psyching himself up, but he doesn’t make another move until you practically push your neck into his mouth.

The bite is surprisingly deep, considering his hesitance. Sharp pain flares, hot and white, and Jake’s hands fly to your hips to stop you flinching away. He retracts his fangs and his lips seal over the fresh wound.

The first drag of his mouth is viscerally desperate, forcing a gasp from your lips and your eyes to squeeze shut. There’s a warmth at the small of your back – Sunghoon, resting his hand to ground you while the bite goes numb, vampiric venom taking effect. Jake takes deep swallows of your blood, instinctively pulling you closer until your chest is pressed against his.

For a while, the room is quiet, all three of you focused on the same thing. Sunghoon slips his hand under your top, cool fingers smoothing along your spine as his friend drinks.

The more he drinks, the more ‘alive’ he becomes, and the bolder he gets. His hands, once chaste on your hips, begin to wander. Fingers squeeze and knead at your waist and thighs, hinting at greed and want. Reflexively, your hips roll down – vampiric venom is a numbing agent, yes, but also a low level aphrodisiac, and the moan Jake makes against your skin sends a burst of heat through you. It’s a low sound, needy, and unfairly sexy. You repeat the action, very invested in getting him to make that noise again.

Jake’s mouth slips on your neck, dislodged as he bucks his hips in response. A rivulet of crimson escapes down your neck and collarbone, thick and shiny, and Sunghoon ducks his head to drag his tongue over your skin, stealing that little bit of your lifeforce that Jake let slip.

“C-Can I…?” Jake breathes out, his mouth back on your neck – not to bite, but to kiss, lips and tongue warm from your blood. He pushes his hips up again, the hard length of him pressing between your thighs through the layers of clothing.

Sunghoon licks, slow and deliberate, over the fang wounds in your neck, murmuring against the freshly sealed dents. “What do you think, babe? You gonna let him?”

You don’t even hesitate, a hand snaking into Jake’s hair and tugging. “Go ahead, sweet boy.”

The nickname draws a broken sound from Jake’s swollen lips, and his hands tighten at your hips to start to guide you. You smirk as Sunghoon as he pulls away, settling back to watch with lidded eyes. “He’s like you,” you tease, grinding down on the whimpery, squirmy vampire beneath you. “So needy after feeding.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes but looks away, unable to deny the accusation. “Shut up.” But his actions betray him – even a single taste of your blood is enough to have him palming himself through his jeans.

Jake whines, not getting enough attention, and nips under your jaw, trailing his lips up to meet yours. “You’re on my lap,” he mumbles, almost sulking. He rocks his hips up again, the movement stuttering with his breathing. “He gets you all the time, can’t I have a turn?”

You laugh, soft and breathy, and tug his hair again. “Are all vampires as needy as you two?”

He shakes his head, nipping and sucking at your lips. It’s not convincing, with the way soft moans spill from his mouth into yours, his body rolling up and dragging against your covered core. It’s both desperate and lazy, wanting but sluggish, Jake a little blood-drunk after going what must have been two weeks without drinking.

Sunghoon slips his hand beneath his jeans, hissing as he wraps his fingers around his cock. Jake’s eyes flick to the motion, a broken exhale leaving him.

The harsh denim fabric beneath you is delicious to grind on, the shape of Jake’s cock fits perfectly against your covered core. The room is just quiet enough to hear how wet you are in your pyjamas, and both boys groan.

Jake is already visibly on edge, nails digging into your hips and his bottom lip being torn to shreds by his teeth. Sunghoon moves lazily, like he has all the time in the world, but you know him too well by now – there’s a subtle tension in his body, abs flexing where his hoodie has ridden up. Frankly, you now have two vampires under your spell, and it’s intoxicating.

Of course, Sunghoon can’t resist teasing. “Are you seriously gonna come before she does? C’mon, man, have some respect.”

Jake attempts a scoff that falls flat as a weak sigh. “Shut up, ‘m not gonna.” He looks up at you, big brown eyes pleading. “You’re gonna come, right? I wanna make you come, you tasted so good–”

He loses himself a little, like the mere mention of your blood was enough to pull him closer to the edge. It’s cute, sweet, and unbearably sexy to have him babbling mindlessly as he encourages you to use him to get off.

One of your hands slips into your pyjama pants and the pair of vampires short-circuit. Your fingers find your clit, slippery and sensitive, and a soft, wanton moan falls from your lips as you press down. Jake nods frantically, eyes flicking between your face and the movement of your hand beneath fabric.

“F-Fuck, yes,” he whimpers, hips bucking harder. “Touch yourself, ohmygodyou’resohot–”

Sunghoon lets slip a groan, low and deep, and it only makes your fingers work harder.

“O-Oh my god, fuck–” Your free hand tangles into Jake’s hair and yanks as you tip over the edge, shaking apart on your fingers in his lap. In turn, Jake’s jaw goes slack and he holds you in a vice grip, coming in his pants with a beautifully pathetic whine. Sunghoon covers his mouth with his free hand as his body spasms against the sofa, spilling into his hand and jeans.

Slowly, you withdraw your hand from your pyjamas, panting a little. Webs of slick glisten between your fingers, and it’s Sunghoon who leans in to bring them to his mouth. Jake might be experiencing death again, hands lax and eyes blinking slowly up at the ceiling. He’s the first to break the subdued quiet.

“I don’t need to find another donor,” he grins dazedly, head lolling to the side to look at Sunghoon. “I’ll just borrow yours.”

Sunghoon scoffs around your fingers and pulls back, laying a protective, possessive hand on your thigh. “No way, this was a one time loan.” He looks up at you with a smirk. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

Unable to resist, you grin back, and roll your hips in a way that makes Jake choke. “I could be persuaded otherwise.”

Jake and Bradley are vampires, like full blown, Anne Rice style vampires. In the 1700s, they fall in love with the same girl and become almost a throuple type thing.

Jake can’t stand the thought of losing her and wants to turn her constantly, Bradley is very against the idea and won’t let it happen. The girl is involved in an accident and one way or another, is dying in front of them. They’re left with no choice but to turn her.

They have to keep her from her family to keep their identities safe. The people in the town think that Jake and Bradley killed her or whatever, so they move far away. She’s far from everything she has ever known and distraught.

As much as she loves Jake and Bradley, she’s terrified by what she is now. Rejecting the vampire life, refusing to feed, crying all day and begging some higher entity to let her go back to who she was.

They’re both heartbroken, doing anything that they can to help her adjust. Bradley and Jake are at odds about the decision they’ve made. She’s left on her own in their huge property one day while they’re arguing.

She comes across a maid, and she can’t help it, she’s just so thirsty. Jake and Bradley find her covered in blood with the dead maid in her arms. They immediately move to soothe her, telling her that “it’s okay, they’ll clean things up”.

Slowly, she starts to return more to her old self. Being affectionate with them again. They’re relieved. So relieved that even when she starts to have more and more ‘accidents’ that wind up with someone dead in front of her, they tell her that it’s not her fault and cover for her.

She goes from being this innocent little farm girl to a blood-thirsty monster in the span of weeks, essentially.

Jake leans into it at first. He likes the sex that they’re having, and he likes seeing her enjoy the new life he has given her.

Bradley’s more apprehensive but he’s got a soft spot for her. Even covered in blood, when she comes crawling into his lap, he can’t stay upset with her.

But things quickly spiral out of control. She becomes obsessed with the pleasure that her newfound life affords her. Both from feeding and from sex. As Jake and Bradley start to tell her no, she pulls away from them.

They’re furious to find out that she turned a local boy from a wealthy family, after finding her in bed with him. The boy is thrilled, and mentions turning more people, staying young and beautiful and feeling like this forever. In a rage, Jake kills him and they realise they’ll have to move again.

She runs away from the two of them. Jake and Bradley part ways and spend the next two hundred years heart broken.

After setting up home in southern coastal California, Bradley lives a reclusive life in a big house, searching for purpose. Jake turns up in the middle of the night in 1984 and tells Bradley that he’s been following her, cleaning up her messes to keep her safe this whole time.

She has been turning people freely across the world, leaving families missing loved ones constantly. But she has been leaving a trail and now someone’s following her.