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Chapter I: When I grow up I want to become like you

Las Vegas, Nevada, 2011

After tasting that delicious stripper, the beers that that young boy had gently offered him was ideal.

But in that exact moment Jerry had a whole different kind of appetite.

That’s why Jerry jumped I his pick-up- determined to head towards a specific place.

He parked and walked undisturbed in the chaotic, colorful and crowded Hard Rock Cafè.
On the main entrance, there was a giant poster of his darling.

How far he had come, with, but even without Jerry’s help!

No one paid attention to Jerry who managed to sneak through a specific room, without anyone stopping him.
He knew for sure it was there that there was the rehearsal for the show and he wanted to enjoy it, lurking in the shadows.
After all, that lounge was dark and all the staff’s attention was towards the stage.

In the only lit spot there, everyone could clearly see a bed. On the bed there were three supposed ‘vampire girls’ who were seducing a woman, lying at the center of the bed.

And then, with a dreadful noise and a high flame, here came Peter, with the stage costume, ready to play his character: an expert occultist, a skillful illusionist, a well-known vampire hunter.

Jerry still remembered when, years and years before, Peter had illustrated him his odd project. First, the vampire had laughed about him, but sooner than he could imagine he had changed his mind about it.

That idea could have worked at their advantage and it was the perfect covering.
Besides, Jerry had to admit that Peter was particularly sexy when he handled stakes, every kind of weapons and fake witchcraft.

From the stage, Peter noticed the oh so pleasant spectator who had just paid a visit to him, so on some excuse he stopped the acting.

“Okay, people, enough work for today! There are still some things to improve, but we’ll deal with that tomorrow. Now, anyone, go get some rest; especially you, Ginger, you’ve been such a disaster!” he said, turning to the girl at the center of the bed.
She was beautiful, with long black hair and sinuous forms.
She raised her third finger at him, but eventually followed his advice.
It was only a matter of few minutes, before Peter remained alone in that room. Well, alone save for a certain someone, still hidden inside there. He was just waiting the proper moment to show up.

“Your show has such pathetic special effects!” he commenced, making Peter laugh. “Maybe I should loan you some lady-friends of mine to make it more credible!”

“If you did, probably I could use a real stake and oops… aim at her heart!” Peter stroke back, pretending to be sorry.

Jerry laughed, amused.

“Oh, baby, when will you figure out that they are nothing to me? Nothing more than a snack!” he replied, jumping on the stage with a leap. “Besides, what am I supposed to say? You practically get laid with anyone!” he accused the other, with a growl of protest.

“I chose to be a bastard, publically, officially; it’s different!” Peter justified, approaching him with a bold stride. The long, black leather coat, that caressed his hips, made his movements even more meandering. “While you live or rather un-live in the shadows, so you could be secretly faithful to me!” he retorted.

Jerry resorted to his languid look and that tone of voice that turned Peter into clay in his hands.

“You know I only have eyes for you.” he murmured, before kissing him, hungrily.

During the kissing, he passed a hand through his black, long, smooth hair; but it was only a wig and he craved his real, untamed locks.
“Let’s take this off!” he ripped the wig off him, with a fierce tug that got tangled also in his real, brown/blond hair.
“Ouch! Easy, tiger!” Peter complained, massaging his throbbing head.
“Yeah, sure, like you don’t actually enjoy some pain!” Jerry chuckled, ripping off also his fake mustache and goatee, his fake piercing on his left eyebrow and all his esoteric necklaces in a not very kind way, in order to confirm his theory.

The black eyeliner was the only make-up that Jerry liked, maybe because it set off his mesmerizing eyes in a prohibitive way.
“That’s true, you great bastard!” Peter laughed, smashing the other against a wall and kissing him ardently.
He made his hands slip under the black T-shirt, caressing his stomach and six-pack, but it wasn’t enough. It was only a matter of few seconds before he ripped the T-shirt to pieces, all scattered on the floor. Finally, he could caress and nibble all the skin he could reach.

“Someone is particularly eager tonight!” Jerry chuckled.
“I have at least twenty clothes of yours in my bedroom; I’ll give you something to wear before you leave!” Peter replied. “Not to mention that you lack a bit of imagination in dressing: you just have black T-shirts or white tank tops!” he rolled his eyes at the ceiling.
“Hey!” Jerry snapped, insulted. “Probably shopping is not my biggest skill, but I guess I have many others pretty interesting qualities…” he added, pulling Peter closer to himself, rubbing the crotch of their jeans, denim against leather. His main purpose was to make the other feel how hard he was already for him.

Peter went into raptures; even more when Jerry violently ripped his coat open, making all the buttons jump and setting him free from that captivity.
“Hey! Contrary to you, I have only one stage costume!” Peter pretended to reproach him.
“It means that your costume designer will have some extra work to do!” Jerry stroke back, ready to undo his super-tight leather pants; when the door slammed open.
They were both caught off guard.

“Mr. Vincent, I forgot to ask you, for tomorrow show, where you want the torture chamber to be plac… Oh, forgive me, I’m so sorry!” Brittany chirped.

She was one of his Peter’s last hired assistants and she had just figured out the kind of situation her boss was in.
She had started working for him just for few weeks and she had already gained many icy glares from him: when she had booked the rehearsal room for the wrong day, when she had not printed all the show posters in time, or even when, during a show she had handed him the wrong stage tools. The magician had managed to improvise only thanks to his great professionalism.
But this time Peter wasn’t simply scolding her with a glare. Peter was looking at her in a way that froze the blood in her veins. The way of someone who is incapable of forgiveness.
After all, catching him with a handsome man, in such intimate attitude, both half naked and very explicit … well, this was definitely something that the poor, young Brittany wished she hadn’t ever done.
She really did it this time, but maybe she was still in time to fix things, acting with extreme nonchalance.
“I’m sorry, I’ll come back later!” she closed the door again, leaving with long steps.

“That bloody, insolent nosy parker! Doesn’t she know what a closed door mean? I had fucking ordered anyone to fucking leave!” Peter snapped.

He was so angry for what had happened.

“Can I?” Jerry hazarded, pointing at the door.

And Peter figured out what he meant.
He had already given too many chances to that blonde bimbo to try to improve her awful efficiency.
He just couldn’t waste more time with her.

“Do as you please. After all, I’ve already fucked her!” he informed him, with the wicked purpose of annoying his lover.
In fact, the other growled due to jealousy.

“I just don’t want a fanged version of her, hanging around; so just kill her and get rid of that useless bimbo!” Peter instructed him.

Jerry opened the door and he was back after a few minutes.

“I snapped her neck and already disposed of her corpse.” he informed his lover.

“Oh, that’s brilliant!” Peter rejoiced. “After all, she was a complete bloody failure as assistant; she even brought me the wrong coffee this morning! I’ll have to find another one!” he grumbled so smug, as if he was just talking about a change of linen.

Jerry was terribly amused by that.

“You’re such a cynical, insensitive, bastard sociopath!”
“I take it as a compliment!” the magician shrugged.
“It is, indeed, baby!” Jerry giggled, kissing him, before throwing him on the bed.

Stage stuff or not, that bed just was waiting for someone to proper use it.

Jerry observed the fake cross-shaped tattoos that Peter had on both sides of his neck, before tracing one with a long, slow lick, back and forth, repetitively.

Peter shivered in deep pleasure, but then he realized that Jerry was only trying to remove it, rubbing the skin also with his hand, as if it was a stencil.

“Oh, if it’s only for that, I can use Midori!” he replied, a bit disappointed.
“Naaah, this way is so much funnier!” Jerry stroke back, repeating the same process on the other side.

“But this way I deceive myself!” the human complained. “Not even a tiny bite?”
“I know, baby, and I am sorry. It’s not going to happen.” Jerry confirmed. “But this doesn’t prevent you from keeping busy with other pleasant activities, does it?” he winked at him, making his mate smile again.

With a feverish longing, Peter got rid of his jeans, definitely pleased when he found out he wore nothing else under them.
He just had to take any possible advantage.

“Oh yes, baby!” Jerry moaned beneath him, before Peter kissed him, making the vampire taste himself.
“What about me? Don’t I deserve the same treatment?” the younger pouted. “These bloody things don’t make me breathe!” he grabbed the leather of his oh so skinny jeans, pulling away from his thighs, in the attempt of giving himself some relief.

“No way, I’m just going to lower them as strictly enough as possible. You’re just too impossibly sexy when you wear them. Besides, I love the noise and the feeling of that fabric on my skin when you move upon me!” he purred languidly, sinking his hands in the human’s hair.
Peter loved that, but only if it was just and only his Jerry doing such a thing.

“Oh, fuck! If you speak to me like that you already make me come!” Peter growled, searching for him for another violent kiss.
“Well, let’s not waste time, then!” Jerry exhorted his lover, while the other lowered his pants the essentials, before straddling the vampire.

He was so excited that he didn’t even need any sort of preparation, before he let himself slip inside his mate who was lying beneath him with a throbbing and hard erection, more than ready for him.
Peter began straddling him in a dominant way.
It was a fast and brutal sexual intercourse, because they both liked it even in that way, sometimes.
But both were still missing one thing.

With his jeans settled again, Peter got up from the bed, in order to find something that could serve his kinky purpose.
There was one of the several stage weapons, a dagger. Apparently, it could do for real its cutting work.

He grabbed it from the floor and went back to the bed. He stared at his lover, with a sort of complicity, mixed with lust.
He stretched his left arm out, while his right hand was holding the dagger. He cut his arm, passing the blade all along his radius. He grimaced in pain, but it was for sure a price worthy to be paid, in exchange of the deep, overwhelming he would have drawn. It was just a matter of time.

Jerry’s eyes turned utterly black, also filled with lust and he latched on that generous and dripping offering.
He was very caution making no fangs come into play.
Peter arched his back, slave of a pleasure that lasted even too shortly.
However, he was trustfully waiting for his reward, staring at his mate with hungry eyes.

Jerry figured out what he craved and smiling at him, he slit his own wrist with one of his sharp fingernails, bringing it to the illusionist’s mouth.
Peter latched on it with the longing of someone who has been wandering in a desert for days and finally finds an oasis of water.
But it wasn’t water at all.
Few but precious drops that made Peter happier than a whole case of Midori.
Jerry had made Peter addicted to his blood and Peter couldn’t have ask for better.

It was a morbid and wicked game between themselves. They had been playing it for fifteen years, which coincides with the beginning of their love story.
Anyway, until there wasn’t a bite from Jerry, there couldn’t be any irreversible consequence.

“Well, if you did it in the proper way, it would be a whole other experience!” Peter grumbled, getting up from the bed, just to rush into his bedroom and come back with a T-shirt for himself and one for Jerry
“You know, Petey…” the vampire sighed, as they both wore the respective T-shirts.

“All I know is just that even the janitor in this building has more chances to be bitten by you than me!” Peter snapped, rather pissed off.
“Peter…”
“Do you remember what I used to tell you when I was a kid?” the human asked him, now much quieter.
“Of course I do. You used to say to me ‘When I grow up I want to become like you.’” Jerry smiled at the memory.

“Yeah. So how can it be that I’m almost thirty five years old and it has not happened yet? Do you have the slightest idea of how frustrating it is, seeing you make all those vampires during all these years, seeing you bite all those victims; while all I can do is just to wonder how it would feel to have your fangs sunk into my neck? That’s right, I know everything about vampires, because I’ve been studying them for so long, I know the peculiarity of every tribe, of every ancient dynasty. I just still miss the finale step to expand my knowledge: to become one of them.” the magician stated.

It wasn’t the first time Peter gave Jerry a speech like that.
Peter had been craving that since when he had fallen in love with Jerry; when he had figured out that the affection he felt towards him went much further than thankfulness or friendship. Jerry had been more than happy to welcome him in his waiting arms and he had acknowledged Peter as his mate, but without turning him. It would have been too soon.

And to avoid any sort of risk, Jerry had deliberately chosen not to ever bite him, because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Am I wrong or it’s your birthday in three days?” Jerry asked him casually.
Peter stared at him dumbfounded. What was that poor attempt of changing argument?
“Yeah, so what? Since when do you pay attention to these human matters?” he struck back, kind of rudely.
“I was thinking about giving you Eternity as a gift…”

Hearing those words, Peter opened his eyes wide.

“Wait a minute… you’re not talking about those stupid Calvin Klein perfume … are you?” he looked for the umpteenth confirmation, walking towards him.

Jerry shook his head negatively, smiling, before welcoming him in a tender embrace.
“Petey, your moment, our moment, has finally come. Thirty-five years old is the most suitable age. Not too young. Not too old. My human age stopped at thirty-three years old. So it’s just perfect.” Jerry revealed to him.

“So why don’t you do it now? What’s the difference with three days?” Peter hazarded.
“Patience, my darling. Besides, I like the idea that it must be a gift for your last human birthday.” the vampire winked at him.

“It will be the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received. The only one I really want.” Pete beamed with joy, kissing him for a very long time.
“Are you sure this is just the only gift you want?” Jerry teased him, when they parted.

After all, he knew Peter better than anyone else.

“Well, now that I think about it… there’s your new neighbor and he’s such a hottie! Although I saw him only once and from afar…” the human admitted.
“Oh, well, you still don’t know what my dear neighbour did!” Jerry snorted, before telling him about the latest developments.

“I can’t believe it; he was about to fool you with the trick of the barrier?” Peter made fun of him, at the end of the tale.
“It’s not funny!” Jerry growled.
“Hell yeah, it is!” the other chuckled.

“But he didn’t succeed and at the end he gave me the bottles; but he was growing so nervous that he could almost cut himself in front of me!” the vampire informed him.
“Well, he certainly wouldn’t have made things easier for him if he did!” Peter commented, more and more amused.
“And I’ll tell you what. I have the feeling that, while I’m here with you, he must have sneaked through my house. I’m holding a girl, who is one of his friends, captive; so probably he’ll try to set her free.” Jerry added.
“No kidding!”
“Yep. And she was such an amazing fuck!” Jerry pointed out, well aware that he was making his mate jealous. Indeed, Peter growled something unintelligible.
“I don’t care, he can find her, take her and bring her outside… he’s just going to have an unpleasant surprise!” Jerry sneered evilly.

“You, infamous villain!” Peter burst out laughing. “Well, this young boy is so resourceful and intrepid! And he’s also a bit reckless, nonetheless. Now I like him even more than before.” he smiled, enthralled. “Are you sure I can have him as a gift, love?”
“Of course you can. I’m going to give my baby all my baby desires.” Jerry caressed his cheek. “A gift for your birthday… and a gift for your rebirth. “ he grinned, with an evil sparkle in his eyes.

The same that there was in his lover’s eyes.

“I have to say that I don’t mind at all the eventuality of having him here with us, quite the contrary…” Jerry smirked at the thought.
“So, maybe this is the kind of gift I could even share.” Peter murmured lasciviously, making Jerry smile wickedly while he caressed his chest, this time contenting himself just with the contact of the cotton of his black T-shirt.

“We just have to play our cards right, love. You said that he found the video that his friend Ed left to him, did not he?” he asked for confirmation.
Truth must be told, Peter said that name with so much loathe, prompted mostly by his insane jealousy.
He was another lucky guy who had received Jerry’s gift.
The only thing that warmed Peter’s heart was that it was just a matter of a bunch of days and he would receive his gift, too. Pricelessly, a more prestigious one.

“Of course he must have found it; otherwise he wouldn’t be such a nag!” Jerry rolled his eyes at the ceiling.
“So I can wish for a close encounter with him, soon. If you caught his attention, that boy will look for me!” Peter sneered.
“Maybe even sooner that you guess, my love!” Jerry smiled, kissing him one last time, before leaving back to home and pretending that he had not noticed anything.
Their plan had just begun.
TBC

See? That’s what I meant with ‘Plot twist’.
Did you expect it?
Probably not everyone is going to like it … but I wanted to write about a darker version of Peter >: ), lol
Please, let me know whatever you think …

and if you like it where I’m going with this one… don’t miss next chapter, Charlie will come into play, too ;)
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