Sawyer (sthrn_uncomfort) wrote in sharp_kisses,
Sawyer
sthrn_uncomfort
sharp_kisses

Beginning a Life

Sawyer spends the rest of the night watching over Jack.

He is not fretting, nor is he sulking, worrying, pouting, or whining.

He's just constantly touching Jack's cold, lifeless body, pacing -- though never far enough away to take his eyes off his childe -- and occasionally kicking the wall, just because it was looking at him funny.

Sawyer's never spent a longer day, living or undead, and he keeps obsessively checking the wounds on Jack's neck, the scratches on his body. They do look smaller, don't they? Magic of turning, and all.

Sawyer feels the sun set and stalks back over to the bed, glowering at Jack.

He is going to rise now, isn't he?

An hour later, he's still staring, and hungry to boot. But no way in hell is he leaving to find food, so he orders take-out Chinese -- door-to-door delivery -- and chucks the body out the window after sucking down dinner.

Sawyer sits on the bed, tapping his thigh restlessly, eyes burning on Jack's form. Something... nothing's changed in Jack's position, but Sawyer swears he can feel electricity zinging in the air, blood calling, and he moves a little closer to Jack, hand resting on the bed, brushing lightly against Jack's.
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Jack goes from unconsciousness to consciouness with a startled snap. His eyes fly open and he breathes deeply trying to figure out where he is, what is different, why its different.

He sits up, senses assaulted by stimulus overload. Eyes wide and wild, he seeks an anchor and sees Sawyer. His sire. And he just has to grin.

His beautiful, beautiful sire.

Jack's demon rises and his face shifts, and Jack laughs out loud with utter delight.

He's free. He's finally fucking free.

Jack cups the back of Sawyer's head, and pulls him in for a brutal, celebratory kiss. They did it.

"We did it!"
Sawyer takes Jack's hand the minute his eyes snap open. He hasn't forgotten a moment of waking up, alone in the dark, clawing his way up through the dirt, and when the feralness in Jack's eyes calms a little, giving way to that gorgeous grin, Sawyer's hard and proud and relieved and thrilled all at once.

And sweet fuck, Jack's demon is the most beautiful thing Sawyer's ever seen. His own demon rises to match, and Sawyer falls against his childe with a low, possessive growl, kissing him with lots of fang, slicing both their tongues and growling again at the taste of mingled blood. Last taste as a human, first as a vampire.

Jack is his, for real now, body and not-soul.

"We did it," Sawyer echoes, voice low and hungry and wondering.
The taste of blood - his sire's blood - drives Jack wild. With a panther scream, Jack pounces, rolling them repeatedly as he thrusts against his sire.

His MATE! His demon screams its silent recognition.

"Yours!" Now really truly, dark bindings of immeasurable strength.

Stopping the roll, to lie side by side, Jack pushes the hair away from Sawyer's face. "Gorgeous," he gasps. Another inhuman growl, and he's devouring Sawyer's mouth again.
"Mine!" Sawyer roars back, demon and human adknowledging, kissing Jack with feral hunger hands roaming gloriously over Jack's vampiricly cool skin.

Sawyer had known. Known from their first night he was claiming Jack for his, known that there was a bond even stronger than sire-childe, or would be. But Jack, gorgeous and wild and uninhibited and free, a vampire. His forever, completely beautiful, uninhibited childe.

Sawyer grinds against Jack brutally, clawing at his shoulders and back, and when the scent of blood hits the air, Sawyer panther-screams, and then he's rolling them on the bed again, greedy and desperate. Fuck fuck fuck so beautiful. Jack's demon, infant-young and wild and free.

He stops them side by side again, clawing ever closer to his childe, even though their already too close for air to pass between them.
Jack claws back, needing to be a close to his sire as possible - then closer yet.

The mixed scents are driving him wild. Sex and Sawyer and blood and Sawyer and blood and Sawyer. The scents are like a physical thing, and he needs to roll in it now. But all he can do is rub against his sire, rocking, grinding, clawing, thrusting.

So so good. Orgasmic. Ecstatic. Enraptured. Jack comes with another inhuman scream. And the scent's so right, so good, the only thing missing is Sawyer's release. So Jack keeps grinding demon wild urging him on with purr that's louder than a diesel engine.

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Lindsey's bored out of his skull, although he's covering it behind a smile and a glass of bourbon. He hates having to socialize with the new associates, an annoying duty that gets passed around to whoever's currently in the W&H shit list.

Stifling a sigh, he bares his teeth at the idiot blathering on about his experiences editing his school's Law Review.

Lindsey almost smiles with relief when he sees Sawyer enter the bar. Even if the vampire's obviously hunting. Making his excuses to the boring idiot, Lindsey saunters over to the blond. "Hey, Sawyer."
Well hell, they are just not gonna get anything done tonight. Sawyer shoots a wicked grin over at his lover, beckoning him over. Sawyer makes his way over to Lindsey.

"Hey there, Lindsey." A wolfish smile. "How's Dewey, Cheatum, and Howe." He slings his arm possessively around Jack's shoulder. A public enough claiming to someone who knew about the things that go bump in the night, but casual enough not to scare off any potential dinners.

"This here's Jack. Jack--" Nearly purring out his childe's name. "This is Lindsey."

ooc - You're brilliant. Lol and sorry I was so slow on repping to this, actually was just starting one when I saw this. *grinzmosthugely*
Jack presses himself against Sawyer and slides his arm around his sire's mate, giving the man before them a pleasant but slightly predatory smile.

"Lindsey."

He does a slow once over, then rests his head on Sawyer's shoulder.

"Nice to meet you."

Maybe even nice to eat you, but Jack figures that's not going to happen what with Sawyer knowing the man. Too bad. He's hot.

ooc - NP! :> Just thought it'd be fun to bring Lindsey in.
Lindsey smirks watching the two vampires together. Fuck, the dark one's hot. Just how Lindsey likes his men. Big. Well-muscled. Dark hair. Intense gaze.

"Doubt it." Lindsey grins, "I'm never nice, but I'm often fun. Just ask Sawyer."
Sawyer laughs outright, both from Lindsey's obvious lust, and Jack's clear possessive body language. He scratches his cheek against the top of Jack's head, less blatantly possessive, but no less jealously guarding, and grins at Jack wickedly. "Lindsey might have that unfortunate condition--" The human one. "--but he can be all sorts of fun." Sawyer's eyes sparkle wickedly.

"Jack's..." He pauses, giving his childe a lingering look. "All kinds of trouble." Drawled out, voice overtly sexual and full of trouble.

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Jack shivers, looking at the horizon. Even though Sawyer's driving, Jack wraps himself closely around his sire. "It itches." But there was nowhere physically that he could scratch.

By the time they reach the warehouse, Jack's body hums with tension, and he's panting fast even though he doesn't need the air. The only thing that keeps him from screaming is Sawyer's scent which brings him a small measure of comfort.
Whenever he doesn't need both hands for driving, Sawyer runs his hand over his childe, rumbling a purr.

Even though he feels like crawling out of his skin himself.

Time for good little vampires to be in bed.

Even a human could see the sky lightening to gunmetal grey with shots of pink in the clouds by the time they're at the warehouse, and Sawyer wastes no time getting out of the car and inside, slamming the heavy metal bolts closed, still holding on tightly to his childe.

Even though they're safe enough downstairs, so long as they're careful where they step, Sawyer doesn't stop until they're upstairs. He's fighting to keep from clawing out of his skin on the short elevator ride, but he forces himself to keep it in check, holding Jack close and purring soothingly, keeping his childe as calm as he can. They're only safely in the apartment for less than a ten-count when he feels it, that strange, full-body shiver, like life's bleeding out through his spine.

Ah, sunup. He will never get used to that.

He winds Jack close to him, still rumbling a soft purr, knowing his shitty that feels.
Jack doesn't know how he could've survived this without Sawyer. He needs his touch, his scent, the sound of his purr. When the sun comes up, Jack almost screams from the sensation.

Clinging to Sawyer, Jack whimpers and buries his face into his sire's chest. Mewing with distress, he tangles himself as tightly as he can around Sawyer.

Its awful. Worse than waking from death. Sawyer's the only thing that makes sunrise bearable.
Sawyer's heart breaks for Jack, and he tightens his arms just a little more, purring hard, a sire's tone. "I've got you I've got you I've got you, it's all right, you're safe, I've got you." A constant stream of purred out words, keeping Jack's face tucked against him, winding back just as close to his lover. "I know it hurts, beautiful, I'm so sorry, you're so brave, doing so well sweetheart." Constant praise and words of love, something his own sire had never bothered with, just shuddered, tossed a blanket over him, and told him to get used to it.

Something that just makes him all the more protective for his Jack.
At last the pain recedes, eased in no small amount by Sawyer's reassurances. Jack thinks no one has ever held him so close. Not his mother. Not his father. No one's ever allowed him to show weakness, and when he had, no one's ever comforted him like his sire.

When he finally stops shaking, Jack eases his death grip on Sawyer, but otherwise doesn't let go. Falling into an exhausted sleep, he holds on tightly, mumbling words filled with an underlying anxiety.

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