#vampire tommy

Tommy follows Buck, sneaks into whatever motel room he’s holed up in this week, and goes through his binders of information and snaps pictures of the ever growing murder board. Tommy isn’t always able to understand the kid’s rambling notes, but he trusts that Buck will lead him in the right direction.

And he does. Tommy isn’t as happy as he should be. 

First, even though Buck has no idea who his guy is yet, all signs point to Sal and it’s only a matter of time before Buck identifies him and Tommy can’t let that happen (not until he figures out what the hell is going on).

Second, Tommy realizes he never really thought this part through. So Buck solves the case for him and then what? 

So at the same time he tries to track down Sal Tommy also tries to sabotage Buck’s investigation—he steals all his binders and evidence that he can find, leaving him with nothing but a cork board and a mess of red string (although rope might be more accurate, it looks pretty durable)

Tommy thinks that’s the end of that, but he still plans to follow Buck for a little while longer to make sure (that’s the only reason of course and not the delicious pulse point in his neck or the way he sucks and chews on anything and everything when he’s trying to puzzle something out)

Tommy sneaks in the motel room in the middle of the night and to his dismay, Buck has not been deterred by his efforts and just recreated the board, only this time he's found the answer to his investigation: he knows about the supernatural--about vampires. He knows about Sal, knows how to find him. And now Tommy does too. He just has to get to him first.

Tommy takes all the new evidence down, though at this point it's naive to think it'll do anything more than slow Buck down. But if it buys Tommy some time and lessens the risk of exposure--if it delays Buck putting himself in harm's way-- then it's worth it. 

So Tommy takes the red string--the red rope--and ties a still sleeping Buck to the bed. The only knots he knows how to make are for bondage, but it'll have to do. 

He starts up top and says a silent prayer that Buck doesn't wake up. Tommy could easily overpower him, but he doesn't want to have to. Once Tommy's done with Buck's torso (and how much time did he lose staring at his tits? He's exhausted by the effort it took not to just sink his fangs into them), he realizes that Buck's cock is hard and leaking and it feels like such a violation--Tommy fed from countless unwilling victims in the early days and it never felt like this--but he ignores it and moves on (the image is seared in his brain and he'll never forget the sound of the pulsing blood...)

Buck wakes up just as Tommy is finishing up, wild-eyed and squirming, pulling at the restraints, mumbling "what the hell?" and Tommy almost hates himself for how much it turns him on, but he sees the blush that blooms across Buck's skin and how the wet patch at the front of his briefs grows. Tommy needs to leave before he does something stupid like bury his face in it.

"Sorry about this, kid," Tommy says as he pulls the rope taut, testing the restraint.

It's Techno who finds you, and it's Techno who loses you.

He was Phil's first fledgling, long since turned - but he'd been hesitant about the whole thing, the few centuries ago the question came up

Who wanted to live forever? That sounded terrifying, to him. Why would he want that? There-there was just so much that could go wrong; what if he regretted it?

Eventually, he was turned, and now he's settled with the idea

Wilbur joined their small coven, then Tommy; then those outside their little family circle, their inner group of sire and prized fledglings

It was Techno who found you, all those years ago

Young, naive, tough; you were strong and brave, brash though reserved, with a fire that lit you from the inside out, like a candle with an everlasting flame

You two grew close, over time, human and vampire. It spurred into something that even Wil and Tommy hadn't been for him, not quite

His instincts purred at the very thought of you, murmurs of nestmate-mine and declaration of lovelovelove beating in his mind like his once-there heartbeat

Of course, you were introduced to Phil, and his brothers, and other important members of the coven, but you were Techno's

Like him, when proposed eternity, you were tentative and fearful

You wanted time to think about it. Techno said yes, of course; why wouldn't he? He had the rest of time, you had decades and decades spanning ahead of you, before he needed to seriously worry

At least, that's what they'd all thought

Then you'd gotten sick, so sick

No longer used to human illness, and with your downplaying the initial symptoms, it had been written off as something that would go away

That's what they'd all thought

It's what Techno had thought

The diagnosis of your terminal illness was like a slap to the face, lavender ash to his chest, a stake to the heart

It was the crushing weight of failure, of knowing he'd failed to protect you, to keep you safe, like he'd promised

Phil had insisted on your moving into the main house, their house, and you accepted

Tommy was always at your side, Wilbur always watching, ever attentive

Techno worked and worked, he went far and wide to find a solution. Phil pressed the prospect of vampirism, growing more and more stressed-upset the more you turned him down

It wore at them all.

Wilbur ended up calling Techno back, with news of your being bedridden and so, so frail.

He was there in an instant, swearing that he hadn't died until that day, when he held your shaking-pale-too cold hands in his own, weakness and tremors plaguing you. Exhaustion clearly weighed on you, eyes fluttering with every rattling breath, every labored-forced inhale you took.

The soft-sad-guilt smile you donned was his grave, his headstone, and the omen of what was to come.

You died, that night, and Techno's last shred of humanity was taken with it.

It wasn't for another decade and a half that he found you.

Tommy'd been guarded like none other. Wilbur had grown paranoid, switching between distant and dependent like the unpredictable rapids of a reef. Phil had become cold and firm, a ruling, unforgiving hand on the necks of human and vampirekind alike.

Techno grew distant and overprotective and angry.

Phil would be away for weeks at a time, in the temple of his Lady, fasting and sacrificing and pleading for something, anything from her.

Yet it was Techno who was whispered to.

It was him who was graced with a second chance, a redeeming life.

He found you, young and alive again, and found his breath returned.

Techno knew he'd have to prove himself again, and so he watched, and so he waited. He had eternity, though this time, so did you. He'd make sure of it, this time.

Nothing would keep him from his nestmate. Not anymore, not everagain.

He learned your routine, your schedule, your habits; your favorites and your icks. He waited, and he learned. Time was his ally, his reward.

And he reaped his reward.

He got you.

He got you.

You believed him, when he said you reminded him, you were his youngest, previously-passed brother. You believed him, and you kept coming back, you kept agreeing to meet him. You trusted him, and he took it with pride.

When he was sure it was enough, that you weren't afraid (or at least not tooafraid), he reintroduced you to the coven.

Tommy was ecstatic, clingy, hovering and buzzing with love-happy-homehome-nestmate

Wilbur was soft and tearful, gentle and just so awed as he brushed his hands over your face, your hair, arms--taking in as much of you as he could

Phil was quiet and firm, strong as he wrapped you in arms that would never let you go again, waning-warbling call of safe-fledgling-stay-mine rumbling in his throat

And yes, maybe you would ask to leave, later - to "go home," when you were home, home was right in front of you, it was here, it was them -

Yes, maybe you'd beg and cry and fearthem -

But you were home.

You were safe.

When the time came (and it did, whether or not you sobbed and pleaded and screamed--), you would choose Techno to turn you.

(It was a betrayal, of course it was, but even still--you knew him best. You knew him first, loved him first, trusted him most. You would hate him for it, possibly, but...you'd rather it be him.

(At the very least, they respected thatabout you.)

He was honored, and he was over the moon when your instincts had tentative-embarrassed sire calls whimpered at him

Techno wouldn't worry too much about your shame, your anxiety around them, now, and yourself. He had time to deal with it, to correct it, to fix it.

He had eternity, finally. They all did.