Ride it like a cowboy [Hoyt]

[jespermoore]

Today, or well tonight Jesper had been building up energy like a bunny, without any really thought of where to put his energy he had gotten this crazy idea that he would go dancing, the ordinary nightclubs had seem dull and most of all boring. Though he had remembered this one place with a more country inspired theme. The thought of sexy hunks in cowboy hats and boots had sure gotten him far more excited than it actually should. And if it turned out that there wouldn't be so many of them in their he would be more than sad and let down than he had been for the past week. He sure wanted himself a cowboy, but a little bird was whispering in his ear that it would probably be hard, cowboys were such straight men in appearance. But the challenge made him want it more.

He didn't own a hat or even boots himself but he had made his best in trying dressing up in a pair of blue tight jeans that fitted his overall lean figure nicely. Over that was a shirt, a black one cause that was the only thing he could find in his closet that was something along the line.The first few buttons were up, showing a bit of skin as the collarbone, chest and neck. Once inside the dance hall he wasn't late with fulfilling his dream, though he didn't start off dancing with a man exactly but instead went for a woman, just so he could learn some basic steps that she was kind enough to teach him.

He looked absolutely misplaced but during the entire time he kept a smile over his face, cause after all this was fun. His feet weren't really following to the music, usually he had a good sense of rhythm but country had never really been his favorite type of music and he frankly had no idea how the oldies around here could manage to dance to it. His eyes were sparkling like a child yet rather boyish charming together with the smile, after three songs he said thank you to the kind lady and passed on to the bar. He needed something to drink before he could go hunting for his cowboy. He ordered plain water in a glass and looked around, frankly he also opened up his shirt all the way so his body could cool itself down more.

Right there he began to pick victims, most men were too involved in their own ladies, while others were just spying for the hottest girl they could find, he wasn't sure for once where he should start off, maybe he could just go on the drunkest guy in there and try to seduce him, maybe he could get away with it or he simply wouldn't. His fingers wrapped around the water glass and he drank some more, the expended pupils were constant luring through the crowd of people until he found a man that made his knees weak. He looked absolutely straight but so gorgeous that Jesper could already picture himself doing naughty stuff with the man.

As the man was actually walking toward him, he got up and simply just bounced into him, like a clumsy little girl he grabbed the other man's arm for support, the fingers pressing around the fabric and the muscles underneath. His body lightly pressed against the others the first few seconds. Jesper put up a fake act of being dizzy and smiled charmingly during the whole time as he stared up in the man's eyes, taking a soft step backwards and letting go of the arm. He gave away a soft chuckle.
“Oh, I'm Sorry.” he said in an ashamed voice before firing away another smile, he kept his intense eyes looking at the others, even if he was high his eyes didn't really give it away more than the pupils being a lot bigger than they should be.

[Hoyt 'Stoney' Blackwell]

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Hoyt, or Stoney as everyone called him, was in a bad mood again. Word had gotten out that Marcel was kept in the underground bunker beneath Stoney’s and the freaks kept coming out, trying to get in. There were three bloodstains on the floor outside the door that lead to the stairs that marked the way to his makers chamber. These seemed to deter nearly everyone so Stoney decided to leave them there. The stains seemed to have become more of a novelty than the door itself, which was constantly guarded by two members of his 12 man posse.

He had just finished feeding his maker and with a few drops of blood from each of them, he renewed their blood bond so if anything changed while he was not in the room with Marcel, he would know it. His frustration was increasing. He thought for sure that seeing his old friend Angelique would have wakened him. But no. He would have to continue researching the journals, perhaps there was a lover out there that could wake his maker. But for now, he was disheartened, cross, ready to snap at the first person who spoke to him. His posse knew to avoid their maker when he was like this, and they did.

He was dressed in his normal every day outfit of black jeans, black boots, black western cut shirt that fit his body so perfectly, one could swear he was born with those clothes on. His black hat was pulled down just enough that he could look out into the crowd but he could avoid any gaze with the tiniest downward tilt of his head. He had a show in half an hour. This was how he managed to keep this maker living in the safety of the underground bunker. Stoney’s was the only country genre establishment in New Vegas so people flocked to it. Granted there were very few who resembled authentic cowboys, mostly his posse because all of them were authentic. As he made his way across the club, people moved out of his way. He would tip his hat and say “Pardon me” if a human bumped into him or vice versa. He was always polite.

It was while he made his way through the crowd of wanna be cowboys and cowgirls that he saw Marcel. He froze and stared and his head tilted slightly to one side. Slowly, he began to follow, “Marcel?” he whispered softly. Two of his posse who were close by heard him and fell in behind him. He made a beeline for the location where he saw his Marcel go but he did not smell him. His scent still wafted from the secure door, it was nowhere to be found in the path Stoney was walking. “Marcel?” he whispered again. He knew two of his men were behind him, looking to see what he was going on about. Then Marcel disappeared. Stoney picked up the pace and moved more quickly, trying to catch up, “Marcel wait!” The sane part of his mind broke through the part that was riddled with madness and it occurred to him to have someone check on Marcel, “Roy, go, check the chamber.” He commanded and one of his men near the bar blurred away.

That was when the clumsy human who was putting on quite a display bumped into him. He might have been annoyed and thought it was just a fang banger trying to get his rocks off by being bitten by a vampire but he was distracted by one captivating fact. This man looked so much like Marcel it threatened to bring tears to his eyes. He stopped and just stared at the man as he made a spectacle of himself. All Stoney could see were the resemblances he had with his maker. His body even felt similar in build and stature. When he took a step back and let go of Stoney’s arm he had a moment of panic. He was going to disappear. Stoney reached out and grabbed his upper arms. “Be still.” He commanded. He gazed at the man’s face. Even his smile was similar. He lifted one hand to his face and with two fingers he traced the humans delicate jaw then pushed gently to turn his face so he could see his profile. “You look like someone I know.” He offered a soft explanation.

Stoney needed to know more. He suddenly leaned in and smelled the man’s neck. His scent was sweet but there was something off. He pulled his head back and looked the man in the eye, “Why would you want to put something like that in a body like yours?” he asked. “You know that’s illegal?” he added and let his eyes travel over the form that was so much like Marcel’s. It stirred things in his that he had not felt in over 100 years. He knew he should turn him in for having a foreign substance in his body but the thought of this human leaving his sight or his presence was an extremely unpleasant one. “I’m the owner of this establishment, Hoyt Blackwell.” He informed the young man as he moved his hand to trail his fingers though the young human’s hair, “Tell me your name.”

[jespermoore]

Ever since he had gotten there he had heard about the owner, being a vampire like most of the club, bar and pub owners around, but what was special about this owner was that he seemed to have something special locked away in a room nearby. Secrets were ever so thrilling, and even if he respected privacy his fingers wouldn't and his all too curious side defiantly wouldn't even give it a try. It seemed to be very well kept with guards and what not, making it even harder to just get a sneak peek of what it might be.

But for the moment he had put it away since he was far too excited and lustful for thinking rational and well, he had also found his pray. What he didn't think though was that he instead had seemed to turn out to be the pray. He did not fancy the look upon the other man's face at all, it was really staring into him and he sensed danger. The grip around his upper arm frankly hurt, the vampire probably didn't think about his own strength at the moment. He was still, he was in shock nevertheless. And that secure self had turned into insecurity cause he didn't know what was going on in the man's head right now. Was he going to report him? Did he know? He got struck of fear by the thought of it.

A shiver run through his spine by the two fingers tilting his head to the side, the drugs had already fucked up his nerve system pretty bad by the long term using of it. And since that system controlled heat, cold and as well as pressure such as pleasure and pain, it got enhanced. The man had probably not been pressing too hard on his arm, it just felt like it in his mind and as well the soft brushing stroke along his jawbone felt more pleasurable than it should. He wasn't scared anymore, the gentle touch had broken that, but now he found himself being awful silent, probably cause it was an awkward moment. “Uhm.. I've never been here before..” It was a rather cheesy attempt in saying, you haven't met me before because I've never seen you in my whole life.

He took a deep breath as the vampire leaned in closer and smelled his neck, was he getting bitten now? He had never been bitten actually, not a single mark on his body more than the little red dotted sticks from injections in the fold of his arms that was well covered by the shirt. He had let other vampires taste him though, but that had also been made through injections, he only did it in exchange for drugs though and frankly there were vampires that enjoyed the effect his blood could have on them. His eyes glared up at him as he pulled back his arm to his own body. Shit.. If he hadn't known from before he certainly did now.

“First of all it's my body, what I do to it is my decision.” Not really, Jesper. He forgot that he was food for the creature in front of him together with a thousand more alike. “And have you taken a look around? It's frankly not a happy place to be human in. What I do, allow me to be happy.” He smiled charmingly, like he didn't have a single problem in the world. Not that he knew nothing better about the world than how it was like now and frankly his life was better off in New Vegas but it still was rather depressing that it was so few of his own kind and so much of the bloodsucking mutated zombie demon angel kind. But most of all, it erased his whole past and he'd like to keep that forgotten completely.

The truth was though that Jesper really badly wanted to stop, he just.. Couldn't. So instead of admitting his own fault he rather said he was doing it on purpose. It made him feel less weak. But for honesty, he needed it just as much as he needed air. He needed it just as much as the vampires needed blood. He did not answer if he knew it was illegal or not, he knew it was but wasn't rules meant to be broken? He stared up at him, that was the owner? Oh.. You really got it this time Jesper. “I'm Jesper.. Moore.” He leaned in further and looked up at Hoyt's eyes with his own angelic looking ones, trying to look as innocent as possible. He let his breath softly hit against the others cheek. “You won't tell anyone, will you?” he whispered gently with a rather pleading voice. He did not know if you, as a vampire could get in trouble for not giving up a human that didn't obey by the laws but he could imagine that their certainly was rules against that as well.

[Hoyt 'Stoney' Blackwell]

Stoney stared at the young man and was surprised at his lack of respect and fear of the vampire. It was not so much the lack of fear though. He did not care if they feared him or not but the lack of respect was astounding. He did, however, admire the man’s courage. The problem was, the part of his mind that was consumed by madness screamed at him that this was Marcel somehow inhabiting this boy’s body. How else could he be carrying such an uncanny resemblance? He had to have him. He so longed for Marcel’s arms around him again. The thought of it gave him goose bumps and caused a stirring in his loins.

It really surprised him when the youth leaned in and asked him if he would tell anybody. However, his warm breath on his cheek stirred that old emotion; that old need again; the need for Marcel that caused a never-ending ache. Perhaps this substitute would help to fill that need. He leaned in himself, slipped his arms around Jesper’s waist, and pulled him against him so he could feel his arousal press against him. He inhaled as he let his lips brush over the boy’s neck. “Hmm, I could make you happy, Jesper.” He drawled in his thick Texas accent. He could get the boy off drugs and fatten him up some, take care of him for awhile and fill his deep and aching need for Marcel’s companionship. “I don’t think I will give you a choice.” He mumbled against his jaw. Suddenly, he kissed the boy hard, forcing his tongue into his mouth. The kiss was deep but didn’t last long. He pulled away and released the boy then stepped back.

In a loud and clear voice he said, “I call offense. This man has offended me. It is my right as a vampire and owner of this establishment to take this man as my blood slave for as long as I see fit.” He grinned at the boy for a moment before tipping his hat, “Welcome home, blood slave.” He said with a wicked grin.
“Bring him to my office boys, be gentle, I don’t want him bruised.” He commanded to the two members of his posse that were standing behind him. He then turned and walked toward his office. This day might turn out to be better than he thought.

[jespermoore]

Jesper did lack a lot of respect for pretty much anyone, he didn't care about races but instead saw into the personality. Everyone could be dangerous and everyone could as well be nice, it wasn't a matter of species after all. Though, he frankly did not like the vampires that much. They were demanding, and also was Jesper, so they would have two wills clashing there.

He got slightly confused when the other didn't answer to his question, would he tell? If he was a good little vampire he would, but Jesper's intuition said he wouldn't. As their bodies were pressed together he kept his eyes in Hoyt's, the arm slipped around his waist made himself fold his arms around the back of the neck of the man. The fingers stroked through the hair, gently brushing through it and playing with a wisp of hair. He couldn't really do anything but to smile at the words, first cause he found it highly impossible and the secondly, that Texas accent was rather charming. He sure had found himself perhaps a real cowboy. The following sentence made his eyes wide open as he in shock got kissed, which he did his best at matching. The kiss made him weak in his knees and if Hoyt hadn't kept the grip around his body he would've taken some unsteady steps back.

He did not like the tone or the meaning of the sentence though. Jesper was that type of person who liked to be free as a bird and why he wasn't on the rebel side was a good question, there was simply too much fun in New Vegas. As the grips around each other disappeared suddenly from the broken kiss he stared confused at Hoyt and then even more confused at the people around him.. Wait what? “What!?” he yelled loudly. Oh no no no.. This just simply did not happen. In his mind he already pictured chains and thousand bite marks along his body, he had no idea what a blood slave was but that was sort of the mental image he had. He hadn't a problem with tight spaces, so he wasn't claustrophobic but he hated to be locked up and not be able his freedom. So of course he made a run for it, as fast as his feet could probably move.

He didn't get far though before the two men gripped him. “Bastard!” he screamed after Hoyt. This was totally unfair. He hadn't done anything, really.. As hard as he could he pressed down his feet in the dance floor in an attempt to stay right where he was as the men started to drag him along to the office. Jesper of course were struggling for his life, kicking, screaming and waving his arms around like crazy to get away, but it was a fact that vampires were far more stronger than humans so it didn't take long until he was inside the office right after Hoyt. From putting up a fight he had a heavy breathing as his body was let go off the vampires. “This is so unfair..” He whimpered, childishly. "You are kidding right?"

[Hoyt 'Stoney' Blackwell]

Stoney knew the boy would put up a fight. That was good. As long as he had fight in him he had hope for him. He walked directly into his office and to his desk where he pulled out a collar. He motioned for his men to leave as soon as Jesper was inside the room. He turned and looked at him. “You look so much like him.” He murmured.

“I never kid. I do no joke.” He said as he walked up to the boy. In a blur of movement before Jesper could realize what was happening, Stoney put the collar around his neck. Once again he took pause and looked at him. “Why do you look so much like him?” he asked just above a whisper and lifted his hand to his cheek. “So young, so perfect.” He looked down at the boy’s body, his eyes filled with desire. “Take off your shirt.” He commanded. “I want to see how much I need to fatten you up.” In reality, he wanted to see if he really was built like Marcel. If he was, he was not sure he would be able to control himself. As it was he was aroused and felt a burning desire to rip the youths clothing off. It would not be difficult for him to see this in Stoney’s tight jeans.

It was all he could do to not devour the young man’s mouth with his. The single kiss that he had given him left him craving more. If he were to put his hands of lips on him in any way, Stoney would be putty in his hands. “Now,” commanded again, take it off. He moved away long enough to lock the door the turn to gaze at Jesper once more.

[jespermoore]

Jesper was partly afraid and partly confused by the whole situation, his eyes wondering around the office, searching for an escape. For a moment ago he would've loved the fact he was alone in a room with Hoyt, getting naked and sensual but now it wasn't as pretty as he had thought. He could barely hear the mumble and was far too busy finding a way to get out of there and the panic increased by the sight of the collar. “No..” he whispered, whining, in a soft pleading voice as a protest while he backed away against the door.

Soon enough the collar was around hi neck and he used his nails to try and get it off, he stared up at him by the soft touch, his eyes were burning from tears that wanted to roll out from is eyes but he wouldn't let them. “Like who?” he whispered and pulled on the collar. He was now convinced the man was the devil. He shook his head. “I'm not taking off my shirt.” He laid his arms across his chest, some dignity he had left, and if the guy was going to make him fat on top of all, which in Jesper's mind was almost as bad as dying. “And I absolutely refuse to get fat.” He muttered, he wrinkled up his forehead and nose, obviously looking pissed.

The harsh tone of the now made him going and he slowly, a bit reluctantly started to unbutton his shirts, revealing more and more of the flawless skin. First of all you could see the collarbones showing through, until he unbuttoned the last button which revealed his hipbones were visible as well. Then he slid off the shirt slowly, almost seductively yet gracefully until he just let it drop to the floor, he had a few ribs showing but nothing that was yet dangerously looking. The cold made his nipples harden and he run his hand through his own hair, moving it out of his eyes as he glared up at Hoyt. He left out a soft sigh, he felt naked and exposed. He wouldn't mind this usually but now he was forced into it and it was probably why it was so hard for him.

Gosh he was acting like such a wimp. If Hoyt was playing hard, Jesper simply had to play harder. His eyes changed from giving up to mischievous as he took a step toward Hoyt, gripping onto his shirt and then moving him towards the table. Leaning him towards it as he stepped himself closer, one hand was still kept around the fabric of the shirt in a firm grip as the other slipped down between the man's legs. The palm began to rub over the area in deep circles, hard enough for him to feel it through the fabric but soft enough to not hurt. He had seen the arousal in the man's pants and was sure to take advantage of it, cause after all it was a chance of escaping. He kept his eyes looking at Hoyt's during the whole time, was just waiting for him too relax enough, and when he did Jesper suddenly dashed for the door in an attempt to escape. But he had the feel that before he would even have the time to unlock the door, Hoyt would be back to his senses.

[Hoyt 'Stoney' Blackwell]

Hoyt looked at the mans body, examining every line. “Not too bad.” He said softly. The seductive way it was removed left him wanting to touch him, but not yet. Not unless he wanted him to. The blood slave status made it so he could keep him there. He didn’t want to hurt him, in fact, he didn’t even want to feed on him. He just wanted…Marcel. And he looked so much like him. He wanted to tell him. But before he could, his hands were on him and all worlds left Stoney’s mind.

All he could think of was the delicate hands on him. Maybe he was wrong, maybe he wanted him too. He let him push him towards the desk and leaned back against it as the hand stroked his manhood. This was good, oh so good. He moaned softly and let his eyes close. But suddenly the hand was gone. His eyes opened and he looked a Jesper as he reached the door. But he didn’t move. “You can’t unlock it.” He said in a disappointed tone. “And even if you could, two of my posse are outside the door.” He stood up and began tucking his shirt in.

“You know, I don’t want to hurt you Jesper.” He said calmly, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I just want to take care of you. I wanted to, feed you, clothe you, give you a home, a place in my bed, maybe a job if you wanted one.” He walked over and picked up Jesper’s shirt then walked over to him. “You see, you resemble my maker. He has been asleep for over 100 years. And I miss him, you know?” His eyes were filled with a sad loneliness. “I just thought…If I took care of you…maybe…” he stopped and dropped the shirt on Jesper’s shoulder. He walked away from him, around the desk and lowered himself into the chair the spun around so his back was turned on him. “You can go, come back in three days and I’ll take off that collar.” He said just loud enough for him to hear. Then he called out, “Let him out boys. Let him go.” The lock on the door clicked open.

[jespermoore]

The eying over his body made him feel rather uncomfortable, if he had been on the dance floor and everyone staring their eyes out he wouldn't have mind it at all. Usually he loved attention, not just this type of kind, he felt like a juicy piece of meat on the Christmas table right now. However he got what he wanted and made an escape, though the door wouldn't unlock for himself no matter how much he used his nails, fingers and palms, for a brief moment he thought about biting his way open. But the door simply wouldn't move. He turned around once he saw it was pointless.

He listened at Hoyt speaking, about all the things he wanted to do for him which was far better than Jesper could imagine, he was rather fast at taking his shirt and sliding it onto his own body. Buttoning it and made sure the fabric wasn't too wrinkly. Once he was free to go he wasn't so fast out the door that you might have thought, he actually went in front of Hoyt, walked around the chair to face him. His hands gad started shaking slightly, something Jesper didn't really notice.“You thought if you took care of me I could replace the empty hole in you that is what left of your maker just simply cause we look alike in appearance? Even if so, we would only be alike each other in appearance and our personality would clash, you wouldn't be left happy at all.” He took a step backward. “Is that what they are guarding? Your maker?” He asked pretty impolitely, now he noticed his fingers shaking more than they should and he knew he should get out as fast as possible cause the drug was running out of his system. His always so secure smile was slowly fading away.

It was a pretty sweet deal to just leave now and get the collar removed within 3 days, his pupils were slowly turning down to a normal sized one and he moved like a ghost over to the door, not as elegant and graceful he had been moving out in the dance hall, now more dragging his feet after himself. He put a hand on the door and was about to open it before he simply just fell apart. He leaned back his head against the wall and closed his eyes as tears were burning and warning about him going to cry. “I don't want to be like this.. I really don't.. I want too be happy, but happiness seem so far away right now. This allows me to be happy if only for awhile.. It erases everything that is bad. Everything that is wrong with me.” It erased the pain of not being loved by your mother or even your father, the pain in seeing your boyfriend getting eaten alive and everything in between. It was his own fairyland. “You think I enjoy doing this? I hate it.. I hate It so bad.. I just can't stop..”He curled up in a ball, pulled his legs close to his own stomach, he embraced them and started to cry. “I liked to believe you could make me happy..” he mumbled and lowered his head further, used a hand to dry the tears away. “I'm just dirty..” he whispered, putting his own mother's words right out there. That was the biggest problem of all, he was just dirty and frankly, he would never really get clean. Not clean enough for his mother's love at least.

[Hoyt 'Stoney' Blackwell]

Stoney didn’t follow or even watch the boy leave but he did hear him fall on the floor and cry. He wanted to go to him. He wanted to pull him into his arms and tell him everything was OK but he knew that no matter how many people told him it was OK, he would not believe it until he could tell himself that. Instead he sat there. “You think you are the only one to feel this way?” he asked softly. “I know what it is like. What it is like to not be good enough, no matter what you do.” He kept his tone even and flat. “I have done everything I know how to do, everything older vampires have told me to do but still, it is not good enough to wake him.” He sighed and turned to face the boy with a single bloody tear drop rolling down his cheek.

“But unlike me, Jesper. I can take your pain away. It is a lot less temporary than that poison you put in your body. I can make it last for days.” He paused and watched the boy cry. He fought the urge to rush to him but he knew the boy had to want it. He had to have a desire to beat it or he would not succeed. “I can glamour the pain away; the withdrawal from addiction too. I can glamour that away and you will never know you feel it. Or I can make you enjoy it.” He added. He stood up and walked around the desk, facing the young man curled up on the floor. “I know you can never be Marcel, but what is wrong with trying to find a small piece of that happiness I once had? Everyone wants a little happiness, my only happiness lies in that chamber in the sleep of the dead, most likely to never wake up again because of my failure.”

“So, Jesper. You have a choice.” He said softly, “Take the right path at this crossroads and you may find happiness. It seems if you stay on the road you are on, you are destined for more pain.” He reached up and removed his hat and placed it on the desk, revealing unruly blonde curls under it. “Choose to walk out that door and never come back and continue on the road of misery you are on. Or, come to me, tell me you want to say and let me take care of you. Tell me you want to help take away some of my misery. And I promise, I will do everything I can to take away some of yours. Why should be both be miserable?” He held an upturned hand out to Jesper to take, if he wanted to take it. "Besides, Cowboys like dirt." he forced a crooked grin.

[jespermoore]

Why did Hoyt even want to wake something that was already dead? Why would anyone want to do that? For a human it was just obvious, when you were dead, you were simply just dead and nothing could bring you back to life, why should vampires have any sort of special treatment, cause they were the living dead? Bullshit. But in a way, he did understand him. The loss of a loved one, it scarred deeply into ones body, mind and soul. The worst blow was probably in the heart. Still he found it unfair that once you were dead, they could live again. Or well some. Not all, but Hoyt was a living proof of being lucky enough to have two lives, even though he wouldn't ever change in appearance or destined to live in the dark of the night forever, but with the new technology, the vampires had found their way by walking in the sun as well. Like those stupid vampire police force.

He used his hands to dry away a few tears running down his cheeks as he softly stroked over his forehead. “Is that how you want to spend your eternity? Trying to wake him up?” He looked up at him. He didn't know what it was like to have a maker or the special bound between them, but he could imagine it was like having a father or a very close friend, maybe even a lover.

He nuzzled down his head in his arms, resting on his knees as he watched Hoyt through the bangs of his hair, sobbed lightly for himself. He lowered his head further, used his hands as a shield over himself and the world around. It was cheating if he would let Hoyt glamour him, but he was really tempted. “It's wrong cause you are only hurting yourself.. You said it yourself, he will probably never wake up again. Wouldn't you be happier if you just, moved on? Can't vampires glamour other vampires?”

Jesper watched him, listened to the choices he had. His fingers were shaking during the entire time even if he kept them tightly pressed against his own legs. His eyes glanced over at the door when he told him the first option before he stared at his hand with the second option. His mind was screaming for him to just run like hell for the door, find the first drug dealer and just forget about this whole thing before he showed himself more pathetic than he already was. He dragged himself back up on his feet, with the red eyes from crying he stood silent for awhile, thinking. “I'll do it in one condition.” As he grabbed the hand in an agreement, lacing their fingers together he spoke his condition. “You will try your hardest to forget about him.” That was the only way Jesper could see him getting out of his misery, or he hadn't have to forget about him, but at least get over him and realize, he after all was dead, he had tried his best to revive him and it simply did not work. Then maybe Jesper wasn't the best at making him forget when he was some sort of copy of the other guy, would Hoyt go insane if he saw light glimpses of Jesper and think it was Marcel? Only time could tell huh?

He was being rough on the vampire man now, but Hoyt had probably no idea what Jesper gave up, Jesper gave up his entire life, cause it really evolved around the drug, as soon as he woke up, he would get high, until he went to sleep and then it all started over again. Hoyt's life evolved around Marcel it seemed, so they both had to give up on their addiction. It was only fair. He laughed softly by the the last sentence. “Good, cause I'm probably the dirtiest boy alive.” He leaned in and said gently, a bit seductively actually. Hard to tell if he actually meant like dirty or in a more sexual way.

[Hoyt 'Stoney' Blackwell]

Hoyt shook his head. "I can never forget about him. One day he will wake up and he will always be my maker." he said slowly. "But I will try not to make my existence revolve around him the way it has for so long." That was the best he could do. One did not forget about an ailing parent who is in a coma if there is still hope. Marcel would wake up one day and Stoney would be there for him when he did. That did not mean he had to be miserable. Although he had already gone mad and if he did continue to obsess over his maker, he would never let Jesper know that.

He liked how Jesper could turn on a dime in his emotions. Stoney was good at that too. He thought it would help them to understand each other better. He didn't know if he could form a real attachment to the youth but you never know what could happen. He did know one thing, the way the boy was so seductive really stirred Hoyt up on the inside and he really wanted a taste of him.

"Well come here dirty boy." he said roughly as he reached out and pulled him against him. He now had one knee on each side of Jesper's hips from where he sat on the desk."Why don't you show me how dirty you can be." One hand went to Jesper's ass, the other slid up his back to tangle in his hair.

[jespermoore]

Jesper almost felt like rolling with his eyes, it was sweet of Hoyt to have that special bound with someone, but what if his maker woke up and almost got sad cause he he hadn't moved on? Hoyt couldn't be the only one he had made, or he was, and then they were inseparable with each other. But when Marcel for once actually died for real, would Hoyt be able to take that at all? Or would he die with him? “Good enough” he said lightly, he wasn't going to argue more than he already had.

Even though he had that wanting need after meth was the need after some love and sex even greater. Weird after crying for just minutes ago, but he really felt like putting all that away and showing Hoyt a good time. He took the step closer against him, letting their hips meet each other as he placed one hand against the desk beside Hoyt and the other began to unbutton his western shirt. During the meantime his head bend forward, came closer to him, for a split second his breath stroke over the other man's lips before he met up with them, embracing the lips with his own warm and plumb ones. His eyes close as he got the shirt up, the hand placed itself against his abdomen and began to travel and explore the skin underneath. The fingertips following every line of his upper body curiously.

Throughout the discovering of Hoyt's body his own tongue slipped out enough to press through the others lips, only to search for the vampire's tongue and began wrapping around and rubbing against the pink muscle. He enjoyed the lustful taste over his lips and tongue. His hips pressed forward in a soft pelvic thrust, just enough to put some pressure against Hoyt's own lower region, too show him that for this time he was serious. The hand stroke up over his chest, over the collarbones and up against the back of the neck before moving down again, once he ended the kiss with a soft peck. He then moved down, following the jawline and down the neck, pecked passionately over to the collarbone as his fingers had caught a nipple which they were vigorously massaging.

[Hoyt 'Stoney' Blackwell]

*****FADE TO BLACK******


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