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When he comes into the motherhouse and demands to see Jasper, to see the man really in charge, he almost expects it to not work. But he was trying to regain some control here. Of this impossible fucking situation.
He had no life to return to. Did he even have a life before? Did they really run every moment of his life, truly? That would be troubling to think about for sure. Because Guy’s life had not been good so far. Quite awful, truly.
He remembered how his foster mother Ruth seemed to think the Talamasca was so great, that they had fixed him from the freak that he apparently had been. Guy didn’t want to even think about what he had been before or what they had done to him. He thinks of all the things done to him growing up and he wonders if they had a part in it.
Maybe not everything, not the worst parts of it, but certainly the repeated forced stints in psychiatric facilities or the isolating coldness of his foster family. Why would they place him with a family that would never love him, if not to make him more vulnerable and easy to control?
So he came in and batted his eyes, practically flirted with the vampire that was really running the London motherhouse. Guy tried to read him, but it felt like a brick wall – usually people’s thoughts jumped at him. Even Helen’s did sometimes, when he wasn’t drugged up. Jasper was radio silence. It was almost peaceful. Still, he tried harder.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’
The thought was the only thing to come at him. Guy blinked at Jasper. ‘I’m not doing anything.’ He thought. ‘Why don’t you let me in?’
Jasper chuckled, “Come upstairs.” He said.
“Upstairs?” Guy asked, his voice embarrassingly small.
“Upstairs.” Jasper said, condescendingly gentle.
That made him nervous, “Um- I should be going, we can be in touch-” He started to say, making his way to the door. Jasper was there quicker, suddenly up in his space with his hand slamming the door as Guy opened it.
“I don’t trust someone like you walking around this fucking neighborhood at night.” Jasper said and he made it a point to look at Guy’s bare throat. He was leering, practically.
“Someone like me.” Guy repeated, “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked.
“You know.” Jasper said.
The next thing that Guy knew, he was in a different room and he was being held by Jasper. His hands were on Guy’s hips. As Guy properly opened his eyes, Jasper let him go. He stumbled, like he was unsure in his ability to walk now. Jasper’s hands were on him again, steadying him. “Easy, there boy.” He said, “You’re stumbling like a baby deer.”
“Fawn.” Guy blurted out.
“Yeah, that is what you’re doing isn’t it?” Jasper muttered. He ruffled Guy’s hair and Guy stiffened.
Guy immediately got up and started to run for the door – he was terrified and was feeling massive regret. He couldn’t trust anyone. Maybe he should just get on a plane and leave the country? But Jasper was faster and stronger.
He got to the door when he was grabbed and lifted up, with inhuman strength. He cried out, afraid as he squirmed in Jasper’s arms, kicking and fussing. Jasper didn’t seem bothered at all, he carried him back down the hall and into a bedroom.
When he was laid down on the bed, pressed down onto it, it became all to obvious what was happening. And what was going to happen to him now. This had happened before. Strong hands pinning him down and holding him in place as he was penetrated. He was pretty sure Jasper was going to rape him. It doesn’t even occur to Guy that something else could be happening here.
He couldn’t fight back – he never could, but certainly not now. The only option that Guy thought he had was to circumvent any violence with his own charm offensive. If he participates, he tells himself, it will be less scary and painful. Wrestling back control no matter what.
He sat up and Jasper watched him with interest – waiting to see what he would try. Guy started pawing at him, kissing him desperately. He kissed with a need to survive. With experience that if he did this it would be less awful for him.
Jasper stiffened, like he was surprised that Guy was doing this. Guy didn’t understand, wasn’t this what he wanted? Or was he the type that liked it more if Guy was completely unwilling? Guy hoped not, he would have no recourse but to be violated then. To be hurt. It would hurt, he thought, he was an alpha. He had never had a good experience of being knotted. The first time he had been, his body had struggled to take it. He had been twelve. The last time he had been knotted, it still hurt. He didn’t know if it was psychosomatic or real pain – but he had felt like it was tearing him apart inside. That hadn’t been long before he left his foster home.
Jasper pulled away. “Take off your clothes.”
Guy’s eyes widened. “I don’t-” He started to say, even as his fingers started to work at the buttons. This was happening. It was happening. He couldn’t stop it. It was happening.
“Do you need me to help you?” Jasper asked, his eyes lingering over Guys’ collar. His intent is clear, extremely so. Guy nods, not wanting to do it himself. Jasper unbuttoned layers of flannels and sweaters. “All these fucking layers,” He muttered, “What are you hiding, boy?”
He finds it when Guy’s undershirt is off. So many scars, neat straight lines that encapsulated his forearms, shoulders and even his chest and stomach. The places easy to hide under a tee shirt. The pants and shoes come off next and Jasper sees more of a story there. A story of a boy that must have been hurting himself for years. The scars are thin, but deep. Some of them cross over where Guy had tried to make extra space to mutilate himself.
Jasper laid him down on the bed, moving over him to press a kiss to his forehead. Guy flinched momentarily, but then melted at the gentle kiss. Jasper kissed his cheeks and jaw and nose, one by one. “Ohh, you’re a sweet little thing aren’t you?” He teased. “Are you going to kiss me again?”
Guy does, he closed his eyes and leans forward to press his lips against Jasper’s own. His kisses are sweet, but unsure. Timid. Jasper pulled away, delighted by this lean and pretty omega who kissed him so sweetly.
He considered just keeping him permanently. A psychic was good to have in your back pocket and he seemed to be a powerful if completely uncontrolled one. And he smelled like he would taste so good – omegas had that benefit, they always tasted sweet and fulfilling. He could keep him, fuck him and feed from him occasionally and when needed send him out as his little spy. Once he trained him to use his mind gift in a way that was actually useful instead of what he had been doing.
As it stood, Guy was currently projecting his many racing thoughts. A chorus of – fuckfuckfuck gotta keep him happy-don’t wanna- Scared, so fucking scared. Gotta do something- can’t get out of here. Maybe if I’m good he won’t kill me.
Jasper chuckled, “I’m not gonna kill you.” He said, “If I wanted you dead, you would be dead already. I have plans for you.”
Guy looked up at him, all deer in the headlights. “Right. Vampire. You can hear me too.” He said, “I guess its not the same though. Not exactly.”
“Not exactly?” Jasper asked, amused. His hands were roving over Guy’s body and Guy was not even pretending to stop him. He was in his underwear now, just little blue cotton panties with a tiny bow in the center. He was very slim, small breasts and small hips. Long, slim legs. Jasper could see the faint outline of ribs and hip bones. He would rectify that, soon enough.
“Probably doesn’t feel the same.” Guy muttered.
“Yeah? How does it feel for you?” Jasper asked, genuinely curious about his head space. It wasn’t uncommon for mortals with gifts to struggle – especially one in his situation, with no family and no support system to help him learn to control it. Usually the Talamasca agents were trained from childhood to control their gifts and use mental blockades to defend themselves against being read.
Not Guy. He seemed completely untapped, but simultaneously like something had been cut off of him that was weakening his natural ability. It was odd. Intriguing. You had to wonder what the reason for it was, what was up with him that the Talamasca kept him starved and at an arms length distance.
“Like I’m drowning?” Guy said, unsure how to phrase it. “It’s just… so much.”
Jasper filed that away for later. He leaned in and kissed Guy’s cheek. A tender, sweet gesture. “You’re going to go to sleep now.” He said, “In the morning, we’ll talk more. Alright, baby?”
“You’re not letting me leave.” Guy said. It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. He was being held captive. That was his new situation. Out of the frying pan and into the fire he went, because all he had been trying to do was escape from the Talamasca. Now he might be somewhere worse.
“No. I’m not.” Jasper agreed, “You’re going to stay here while I work you over.” A statement that sounded loaded to Guy.
Guy felt himself starting to feel heavy and tired. Jasper was using his suggestion on him to lull him to sleep and it was working. He let out a small whimper and Jasper shushed him, his scent started to reek with distress. He stroked Guy’s face, “None of that. You’re going to be okay.” He murmured, “You don’t have anything to worry about. Not anymore. No, I’m not like them. I won’t just use you and discard you.”
Guy’s lower lip wobbled and he felt his stomach cramp in fear. He didn’t know what Jasper intended at this point. What was he going to do? Jasper stroked his hair, playing with his curls. “Just rest for me, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He promised.
Whether Guy wanted to or not, he did. He fell asleep with Jasper nearly on top of him, playing with his hair.
…
Guy woke up to light blaring practically in his face. “Wakey, wakey amigo.” Jasper said, opening the curtain. Guy let out a little gasp. He was still in his underwear. He adjusted himself, looking down at his bare legs. He’s not sore. At least, he doesn’t feel sore in a way that feels like anything more than regular soreness you get from waking up.
“Did we have sex?” Guy asked, “When I went to sleep, I mean.”
“You’re asking if I fucked your sleeping body?” Jasper asked, sarcastically. “Not this time, pup. Maybe later. When you’re a little less scared.”
Jasper made it perfectly clear. He was going to take and claim Guy… just not now. “What are you going to do to me, now?” He asked.
“Breakfast. How do you like your coffee?” Jasper asked.
Guy got up, “Can I have my clothes?” He asked.
“You look better like that.” Jasper said, eyes looking over Guy’s body. They caught on a scar on his left breast.
“Don’t fuck with me like that.” Guy said, crossing his arms over his chest. He had small breasts, not even big enough to need a bra so he usually didn’t bother with it. The downside was that he only had one article of clothing to cover himself now.
“I’m not fucking with you,” Jasper said, “You got a pretty body. It’s damaged, but that just tells a story doesn’t it?”
“Give me my clothes.” Guy muttered, getting more and more uncomfortable by the moment.
“I got you something. Don’t be difficult.” Jasper said and he went into a dresser and pulled something out. Jeans and a pretty henley top, cuter looking than what Guy usually wore.
“Get out. So I can change.” Guy said, reactive in his fear. He looked at Jasper with so much wariness. He just wished that he would get it over with. Rape him or kill him or whatever he wanted. Not this… weird game. Playing nice to mess with his head, it was worse than brutality.
“Ohh, yes sir.” Jasper said with a mocking salute. “Come out when you’re done. So we can get to know each other properly.” He said.
Guy didn’t think he wanted that. He didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted to go home to New York. He wanted to go back to his old life and finally have some stability. He wanted nothing to do with any of this. He got up and put on the clothes that Jasper gave him.
“There you are.” Jasper said. “Now, you didn’t tell me. How do you like your coffee?” Guy shrugged sullenly. “Well? It’s not a million dollar question. Shouldn’t be too hard to tell me.” He went on.
“I usually just order it.” Guy admitted. “Like a… latte thing.”
“What, every day?” Jasper asked.
“I get them from the bodegas. Or a 7-Eleven. I don’t know if they have those here but-”
“You want me to order you one?” Jasper asked.
Guy faltered at that, “I don’t-”
“I want you comfortable. Is that gonna make you feel comfortable?” Jasper interrupted him before he could even think a proper response.
“Maybe just a hot chocolate.” Guy mumbled after a moment. “Or tea. I could have tea.”
“Cute. I’ll get you a hot chocolate.” Jasper said. “Go sit at the table. We’ll have breakfast.”
Guy did sit down and Jasper had someone bring up a hot chocolate, just like he said, in a paper cup from a local cafe.
“Are you having coffee?” Guy asked. “Maybe that’s a stupid question.” He muttered to himself.
“Would it make you more comfortable to think that?” Jasper asked and then frowned. “No I don’t want to lie to you. It’s blood. I can drink coffee. Doesn’t taste like much. Or do much for me.”
“What am I doing here?” Guy asked. “I don’t understand. It seems like you’re holding me prisoner.”
“A little bit.” Jasper said, “I like you. And you made it pretty clear you have nowhere to go. So you’ll stay here. For a while.”
“What’s your game here?” Guy asked, “What do you want?”
Jasper circled around the table, cupping Guy’s face with one hand. Guy stiffened, looking up at him. He felt so small in this position. And he felt like he was frozen, completely trapped underneath Jasper’s gaze. “I want a lot of things. I want the 752. I want the Talamasca ripped to shreds. Now I want you here.” He said. “I’m single-minded, I have a tendency to obsess until I get what I want. So you’re gonna stay here and you’re going to behave. Sound fair?”
It didn’t. Nothing that had happened to him so far was fair. But Guy nodded regardless. "Okay." He said softly.