FIC: Power of Suggestion. (1/1)
Title: Power of Suggestion.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto, Tomo Milicevic, Shannon Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 97 - Writer’s Choice: Manipulated. (for 100_situations
Word Count: 887.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Vampirism, slash (implied).
Summary: Once someone gets inside your head it's near impossible to get them out, and for some, impossible to resist.
Author's Notes: A slight departure from my usual pattern of who gets to play the aggressor role, but then, that's part of the fun with writing. Exploring all the different avenues of a character even if they're less likely to use certain behaviors instead of others.
He felt cold, so terribly cold, but it was a strange sort of cold. His teeth weren't chattering, his body wasn't shivering. Nor was it an emotional sort of cold. He felt like... "You'll never be warm again,"
Jared blinked and rolled his eyes up, finding Tomo looking down at him, an almost gentle look of understanding on his face as Jared rested his head in his lap. "Yeah," His voice was raspy, his throat felt like sandpaper and his tongue just as dry. Was he sick?
"No, just thirsty."
He briefly closed his eyes as he felt fingertips brush his hair out of his face but then his eyes snapped open at the warm, sweet smell just above his nose. Both hands curled around Tomo's forearm and he wasn't stopped as he lightly tugged his wrist closer to his mouth, mouth opening wide to reveal two perfect sets of fangs, one slightly smaller than the other. Tomo didn't make a sound as Jared bit deeply into his wrist, just stroking his hair with his other hand as Jared fed.
The blood had a tangy sweetness to it, and Jared couldn't get enough. His little noise of hunger was muffled as he bit down harder, hands locked around Tomo's arm as his tongue worked like a cat's, keeping the wound stimulated so the blood would continue to flow.
"That's right, take what you need. This will make the thirst go away and you'll feel warm again." Tomo's voice was soft and encouraging, the fingers of his other hand combing Jared's hair away from his face. Jared would have said he already did but that would require moving his mouth away and god, his skin felt so soft against his lips. Had he always felt, been so... so sensual? He could feel warmth tingling through his body and whimpered softly when his hands were finally pried away, his eyes glued to the gaping wound, lips still parted and tongue partially extended to catch any droplets that might fall, as Tomo brought it to his mouth to lick clean and heal. Jared felt warm but he wanted more, needed more. "You'll always need more, Jared. You'll always need me. I turned you, and only my blood can bring you back from the brink."
He could only murmur incoherently, tongue snaking out to clean his lips as he turned his head to nuzzle Tomo's stomach through his shirt, body slowly turning to curl up against him on the sofa. Mm, he could smell something else now... "No biting there." Jared rolled his eyes up slowly to meet Tomo's, nose nudging his shirt up just enough so his tongue could flick across the waist of his jeans and brush his skin. He felt sated now, like a cat with-- "Catnip? Yes, you do look rather pettable. Who would have thought such a thing was possible," Jared was so content, lulled by the blood, that he didn't complain about having his thoughts finished for him, eyes closing as his hair was again stroked.
When Shannon woke up he had the strangest feeling of being watched, which was only confirmed when he opened his eyes and nearly jumped out of his skin when he found his brother's intent gaze - was something different about his eyes? -- just inches from his. "Jare, what are you -"
"You always look after me, big brother, now it's my turn to look after you."
He was awake enough to give Jared an odd look, and that was all he had time to do before Jared's face was suddenly pressed against his neck, the wetness of what he presumed was a tongue against his skin before-
"Ow, fuck! What the hell?!"
Jared's hands caught his on their way to his shoulders, fingers lacing before pressing his hands down flat against the bed on either side of his head. Wide awake now, he squirmed but Jared was like a lead weight on top of him, firm and immobile. When he raised his head a few moments later Shannon could only stare at his bloodstained mouth, drops of blood splattered on his chin like tiny rubies. One instant he was feeling revulsion... the next he was leaning his head up, tongue darting out to lick at Jared's chin. His brother's lips pressed to his in a crushing kiss, the coppery taste of his own blood taking away from that of Jared. As he drew back Shannon bit down hard and suddenly, feeling driven by an instinct but unable to place it, drawing a noise from Jared in surprise as blood quickly stained his lower lip. Their eyes met as Shannon began to suck on his lip, the thirst rising quickly in him - just as Tomo had told Jared it would -- and Jared lazily kissed him for nearly half an hour while he let his brother feed from the shallow bite on his lip.
Neither of them noticed they were being watched from the bedroom doorway; the look on Tomo's face dark, pleased, only growing more so as he plucked Jared's thoughts from the air. Only once he was satisfied the act was complete did he slip back into the shadows, leaving the two to do what they wished, knowing when dawn came his little fledgling would return to him.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto, Tomo Milicevic, Shannon Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 97 - Writer’s Choice: Manipulated. (for 100_situations
Word Count: 887.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Vampirism, slash (implied).
Summary: Once someone gets inside your head it's near impossible to get them out, and for some, impossible to resist.
Author's Notes: A slight departure from my usual pattern of who gets to play the aggressor role, but then, that's part of the fun with writing. Exploring all the different avenues of a character even if they're less likely to use certain behaviors instead of others.
He felt cold, so terribly cold, but it was a strange sort of cold. His teeth weren't chattering, his body wasn't shivering. Nor was it an emotional sort of cold. He felt like... "You'll never be warm again,"
Jared blinked and rolled his eyes up, finding Tomo looking down at him, an almost gentle look of understanding on his face as Jared rested his head in his lap. "Yeah," His voice was raspy, his throat felt like sandpaper and his tongue just as dry. Was he sick?
"No, just thirsty."
He briefly closed his eyes as he felt fingertips brush his hair out of his face but then his eyes snapped open at the warm, sweet smell just above his nose. Both hands curled around Tomo's forearm and he wasn't stopped as he lightly tugged his wrist closer to his mouth, mouth opening wide to reveal two perfect sets of fangs, one slightly smaller than the other. Tomo didn't make a sound as Jared bit deeply into his wrist, just stroking his hair with his other hand as Jared fed.
The blood had a tangy sweetness to it, and Jared couldn't get enough. His little noise of hunger was muffled as he bit down harder, hands locked around Tomo's arm as his tongue worked like a cat's, keeping the wound stimulated so the blood would continue to flow.
"That's right, take what you need. This will make the thirst go away and you'll feel warm again." Tomo's voice was soft and encouraging, the fingers of his other hand combing Jared's hair away from his face. Jared would have said he already did but that would require moving his mouth away and god, his skin felt so soft against his lips. Had he always felt, been so... so sensual? He could feel warmth tingling through his body and whimpered softly when his hands were finally pried away, his eyes glued to the gaping wound, lips still parted and tongue partially extended to catch any droplets that might fall, as Tomo brought it to his mouth to lick clean and heal. Jared felt warm but he wanted more, needed more. "You'll always need more, Jared. You'll always need me. I turned you, and only my blood can bring you back from the brink."
He could only murmur incoherently, tongue snaking out to clean his lips as he turned his head to nuzzle Tomo's stomach through his shirt, body slowly turning to curl up against him on the sofa. Mm, he could smell something else now... "No biting there." Jared rolled his eyes up slowly to meet Tomo's, nose nudging his shirt up just enough so his tongue could flick across the waist of his jeans and brush his skin. He felt sated now, like a cat with-- "Catnip? Yes, you do look rather pettable. Who would have thought such a thing was possible," Jared was so content, lulled by the blood, that he didn't complain about having his thoughts finished for him, eyes closing as his hair was again stroked.
When Shannon woke up he had the strangest feeling of being watched, which was only confirmed when he opened his eyes and nearly jumped out of his skin when he found his brother's intent gaze - was something different about his eyes? -- just inches from his. "Jare, what are you -"
"You always look after me, big brother, now it's my turn to look after you."
He was awake enough to give Jared an odd look, and that was all he had time to do before Jared's face was suddenly pressed against his neck, the wetness of what he presumed was a tongue against his skin before-
"Ow, fuck! What the hell?!"
Jared's hands caught his on their way to his shoulders, fingers lacing before pressing his hands down flat against the bed on either side of his head. Wide awake now, he squirmed but Jared was like a lead weight on top of him, firm and immobile. When he raised his head a few moments later Shannon could only stare at his bloodstained mouth, drops of blood splattered on his chin like tiny rubies. One instant he was feeling revulsion... the next he was leaning his head up, tongue darting out to lick at Jared's chin. His brother's lips pressed to his in a crushing kiss, the coppery taste of his own blood taking away from that of Jared. As he drew back Shannon bit down hard and suddenly, feeling driven by an instinct but unable to place it, drawing a noise from Jared in surprise as blood quickly stained his lower lip. Their eyes met as Shannon began to suck on his lip, the thirst rising quickly in him - just as Tomo had told Jared it would -- and Jared lazily kissed him for nearly half an hour while he let his brother feed from the shallow bite on his lip.
Neither of them noticed they were being watched from the bedroom doorway; the look on Tomo's face dark, pleased, only growing more so as he plucked Jared's thoughts from the air. Only once he was satisfied the act was complete did he slip back into the shadows, leaving the two to do what they wished, knowing when dawn came his little fledgling would return to him.