YOUR TAGS ON THAT ONE POST... OHHH MY GOD. I'm gonna be thinking about this forever. Jon so so hungry and Elias hiding him and him being so stubborn because he's trying to do better he has to do better but the moment he sees Elias' blood he crumbles because it smells so good and he's so close. Oh. Jon moved closer. When did he do that? Is he drooling? When did he start doing that? Elias looking so disappointed in him for waiting for so long and he's so hungry and he's right there and oh god. Fresh blood is so much better. Fresh blood is SO much better he can hardly think he can't speak it's so good and elias is chiding him and he's so humiliated but oh god he can't stop. Everything feels so hot and he can't stop grinding against him he needs more now now now and Elias pets his hair and chuckles at what a mess he's making and he thinks hes going to explode. When he's finally satisfied and he's so humiliated he's covered in blood everywhere and he tried so hard to be better but god he can't help it and at least it's Elias. At least it's Elias and it was his fault he was a vampire anyway so it was only fair . I'm really normal.
- skiesandcandy
Vampire Jon who didn’t have a choice in becoming a vampire, because when had Jon had a choice in anything? Maybe Jon doesn’t know Elias is a vampire, let alone the vampire who turned him at first. Jon having to stumble through learning what he is like a newborn kitten, if the newborn kitten could rip someone’s throat out.
Jon starving because he doesn’t know what he needs, doing extensive research, and concluding that he’s a vampire, but that he’s going to be a good one. Jon new to this whole vampire thing trying to live off the rats running around the Archives, but they don’t actually help that much, like the statements in canon they’re stale, and not nearly enough.
Jon locking himself in his office to protect his assistants, because he a monster but a tame one. Soon he can’t even get up the energy to move, hiding under his desk as he feels like he’s being eaten from the inside.
Elias finally going to him, Jon protesting weakly but Elias is insistent as he pulls him out from beneath his desk settling him onto his desk. Elias visibly disappointed, he isn’t actually but that outward appearance makes Jon feel a spike of shame, as he slices his hand holding it out to Jon. Almost like you would hold out your hand to let a cat sniff it, not wanting to spook them.
Jon resisting but he’s so hungry and Elias is right here, and he’s offering, it’s okay if he’s offering right? Jon already inches away before he even agrees with that thought in his own mind. He intends to be careful, maybe just a few kitten licks of the dripping blood, but once it hits his tongue he can’t hold back.
Latching onto Elias’s arm chasing the sweet taste, it’s messy and desperate. Elias chiding him for the mess, wondering at his lack of self control, each word carefully barbed to hit Jon where it hurts. When Jon is sated, and god for once in so long he isn’t hungry, he feels like he’s floating, finally sated.
Elias pulling him into his lap, stroking his hair as Jon burrows against him, because it feels so good to be held. He’s had to avoid any sort of touch since he was turned, scared he’d hurt someone. He can’t resist grinding down against Elias’s thigh, all of his senses heightened as he realized how much he needs more.
Elias chiding Jon, calling him an insatiable little thing, so needy. It’s okay he will take care of him, he doesn’t have to think, he’s so bad at it. Elias calling him a good boy, that he’s so pretty like this, that he’s so glad he turned Jon, that he made Jon his.
A spike of betrayal as Jon realizes that the reason he’s like this is because of Elias. That it wasn’t just some monster and bad luck, this was planned, Jon struggling for a second to pull back, but Elias is strong. So Jon surrenders, goes limp, because well it’s not his fault right? Elias did this, Jon can’t fight against Elias, and it feels so good to be held.
Elias stroking Jon over his clothes encouraging him and Jon can’t help but grind against him again because it quiets his thoughts and the edges don’t hurt as much. He comes as he starts to cry, bloody tears, which only adds to the mess he made from feeding. Jon knowing that he can’t go back to starving himself, not after this, he’s a monster, but it’s fine because it’s not his fault. Right?
Jon still getting kidnapped, only now it’s not to end the world but because he’s Elias’s. Nikola, maybe a vampire, maybe something else entirely. Jon isn’t yet sure how many of the monsters he thought were stories are real. She not human though that he can tell by the way she easily overpowers him chaining him to a chair. How she can hold him still with one hand, fitting a muzzle on his face after his fangs come a bit too close to her fingers.
Nikola taunting Jon, pointing out how many days it’s been that’s he’s been missing and yet his Elias hasn’t found him yet. Feeding him just enough blood to keep him conscious, but not enough to even touch the hunger. Nikola leading him around her ‘Circus’ on a heavy leash, once he’s too weak to fight, yanking him along whenever he slows too much for her liking.
Nikola getting bored as Jon stops reacting to her taunts, poking and prodding him to get a reaction. Like a child with a toy that ran out of batteries, just trying to get him to be fun again. Jon giving up, thinking he’s finally going to die when Nikola stops bringing him blood, he hasn’t seen her in what must be days. He hadn’t seen anyone, maybe they forgot about him, just like Elias.
Jon thinking he’s hallucinating, that’s he’s finally lost it when he feels someone removing the muzzle. He flinches but the hands are so gentle, prying it off, trying not to hurt him. Jon open his eyes, and now he knows he’s dreaming because Elias is there, kneeling next to him, getting his pristine suit dirty. He doesn’t care if it’s a dream though, leaning into him, whimpering, he’s so hungry, and his dad is here. That thought doesn’t surprise him as much as it should since Elias did make him a monster. The hallucination chuckles, and strokes his cheek, and Jon can’t help leaning in. He whimpers that he was so scared, why didn’t you come sooner, dad, why leave him so alone?
Jon being carried out, and not really believing it’s real till he’s sat down drinking from Elias wrist in the other man’s home. Jon feels a small bit of embarrassment remembering calling Elias dad, but he can’t regret it. Elias pulling him close stroking his hair, telling Jon he’s so good, that he’s sorry but took him so long, that he’ll never let something like this happen again. It’s okay his dad is here, he doesn’t have to be in pain anymore.
The sex they have next is probably the softest they’ve ever had between them. Jon just wanting to be close, to get rid of the feeling of others hands on him, of the empty room, of being paraded like a prize in a leash. Elias holding him tightly, whispering gentle words, how he’s so good, his good boy, don’t worry he’s here, and he won’t let anything get to him again. Jon falling asleep in Elias’s arms, not letting go even asleep.