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Summary:
Jerry hates waiting, Peter is jealous, Charlie is sooooo confused...

Chapter III: Running out of patience

Peter decided to sip some other Midori as he stared at the fireplace, losing himself in his fantasies.
- It’s just a matter of few days, very few, and Jerry will make me his in the eternal, sanguineus and bloody way I’ve been wishing for half of my life. And then we’ll take good care of Charlie. Oh, Charlie. I would have liked to do oh so much more when he was here, nothing more than a bunch of minutes ago, I would never allow him to leave this room. But we need to take time, doing things slowly, otherwise we’ll screw everything up - the gorgeous illusionist pondered, while he stared at the flames that blazed, as impatient as him.
MIdori was over and after crunching some of the left ice cubes, he dialled the most familiar of the numbers in his phone book.
With his vampire reflexes, Jerry answered at half first ring.
He had already finished feasting with Charlie’s buddies… or maybe they were just bullies of the quarter. He still had to figure out, the only thing that mattered was that they tasted delicious.
Maybe the braggart attitude made their blood spicier … or maybe it was the weed of the joints they had smoked.
So what was better, after the ecstasy of blood, than hearing the voice of his lover?
“So what?” he wondered, eager to know.
“Hottie has just left, nothing more than twenty minutes ago and he was rather bewildered.” His protégé giggled.
“Oh yeah, I can see from here how distressed he is; he’s filling his rooms with garlic!” Jerry informed him, making the human laugh.
“Really? As if it was something that could really save him from you. From us.” He sneered.
“Well, let’s make him believe it for now. It’s so much fun!” Jerry laughed.
“Our first meeting was very interesting.” The magician informed him, extending the last vowels of the last word.
“I didn’t expect anything different, the boy already proved to be so brave.”
“Hell yeah he is! He stole a jacket from someone in a meeting to pretend to be a journalist and ask for an interview with me.” Peter made him laugh again.
“Well, he’s really creative!” the other said.
“You’re right. And he’s such a good kisser, too! Yeah, okay, he’s not that he kissed me first… and I didn’t even give him the time to kiss me back.” He admitted.
“Well, you surely didn’t waste time.” The other chuckled, intrigued.

Jealousy didn’t even barely skim Jerry, for two simple reasons.
Peter was too much devoted to him.
That young boy drew his own attentions, too.
“And he seems to have sexy fantasies also about you. He didn’t exactly told me what he dreams about, but… c’mon, you don’t have to be a fortune teller to guess it!” Peter amazed Jerry with that flash news.
“Good to know.” The vampire sneered ,licking one of his hands, still stained with blood.
“Yeah, it’ just…” Peter stopped abruptly, sensing something. “You’ve just fed!” He accused him, feeling insulted.
“What? We are not having a video phone call ...how the hell do you know it?” The vampire asked him in awe.
“I always know it!” The other scoffed. “Who?” He inquired.
“Charlie’s friends.” Jerry answered vaguely.
“Lucky bastards!” Peter snapped, corroded by jealousy.
Jerry couldn’t bear him a second longer.
“Oh please, spare me these tantrums worthy of the eight-year old kid you’ve been!” He snapped. “Do you really want to put yourself at their same level? Do you really want something so rough, without any poetry? Do you really want to be treated as gross food, mauled and ripped apart, just like a banal piece of meat?”
“Nooo, of course I do not want it!” The other muttered.
“And I’m glad you don’t. I have so higher plans for you, baby.”
“Tell me about those plans.”
“When I make you mine forever, it will be such unique experience. First, I will make love with you in a way you’ve never…”
“Yeah, yeah, go on.” The human urges him, eagerly.
“What do you mean with ‘Go on’?” The vampire wonders, puzzled.
“Whatever, we always make love, we’ve done two billions of times, not to mention phone sex… jump to the bite part!” Peter begged him, feeling hot just at the only thought.
“Oh. So the fantastic sex with this impossibly sexy vampire already bores you to death? You’re such a cheeky squeaker!” The vampire pretended to be insulted, but he was actually amused, a lot.
“Okay, okay, First, I would pepper your delicious neck with kisses. Light, innocent kisses that would grow more and more demanding, wetter, hotter.”
“Oh, yes, please go on.” Petter begged him with hoarse voice, the kind of voice that drove Jerry crazy.
“The kisses would turn into hickeys. Soft hickeys at the beginning, then harder, leaving the sing of my teeth, my blunt teeth on your skin.” The vampire went on, hearing a long moan of appreciation from the other side.
“And then I would stare deep into your eyes, figuring out that you’re finally ready for me, for all I have to give you, for the ecstasy, the pleasure, the darkness, the oblivion, the perdition.”
“The perdition…” Peter repeated, already lost in his own world.
“And then I’d trace the left side of your neck, with a long, long lick, so inexorably, unbearably slow.”
“Mm.. and then?” Peter moaned, feeling his leather pants even tighter than usual.
“And then… I have to go, baby. There’s a hot teenager I have to torment.” Jerry chuckled.
Peter was drawn back to reality.
“Whaaat? Would you really leave me so bloody unsatisfied?”
“Let’s see… I bet you’re drinking Midori, so there must be ice cubes at your disposal… use them!” Jerry struck back, merciless.
“You’re such a fucking bastard!” Peter growled at thee display.
“Get accustomed to that, my love. You’ll have to deal with this fucking bastard for a whole eternity!” The vampire chuckled, hanging up.
He took his time, before knocking at Charlie’s door.
“Jane, it’s Jerry from next door.” He tried to get Charlie’s mother’s attention.
He smiled at himself, because, thanks to his supernatural hearing he could easily hear how much Charlie was insisting for her not to open the door.
He still had many aces upon his sleeve to play.
“Jane, I need to talk to you.” He tried again.
Still some seconds of silence. Further hesitation.
“Aah. Just hold on!” came the trembling Jane’s voice from the other side.
“Now. You son is harassing me.” He insisted with a whining tone.
For his usual standards, he was already waiting for too long for them to let him in.
“Jane. He broke into my house!” He rose the bar, running out of patience.
He chuckles, hearing Jane while she bitterly asked her son if that was true.
It mean that Jerry was pushing the right buttons, maybe he just had to insist a little more.
“I’d rather not take this to authorities, but I will. I have no choice. He’s sick. He’s deluded!” He overstated the actual situation.
Some more hateful silence. Jerry hoped to see the handle pushed down, the door being opened… instead he heard the worst sentence ever.
“Go get the authorities!” The woman exhorted him, as diffident as ever.
The vampire smirked hysterically and left, only temporarily.
He grabbed the mobile phone again, dialling his favourite number.
“Well, well, looks like someone has changed his mind!” Peter’s cheeky tone welcomed him. “You know, I was on my way to have a shower. An icy one. thanks to you!”
“So are you naked?” Jerry got distracted and intrigued.
“Tell me, genius, how the fuck do you have a shower?” The other scoffed.
“Petey, they don’t want to let me in!” He informed his soon-to-be-Childe with a more whining tone than he planned.
“Who is the eight years old baby now?” Peter made fun of him, before jumping to an important conclusion. “So you didn’t call back for me, but only to whimper?” He grew irritated.
“I want to get in, I have to get in!” The other insisted.
“And I’m going to find someone who can satisfy me tonight, since my bloody boyfriend is too bloody busy minding his bloody, fucking business!” Peter threatened him in a subtle way.
“You won’t do that!” Jerry growled.
“I’m already doing that!” Peter struck back.
From one hand a stubborn teenager who was putting up a barrier against him, from the other hand a fiancè who was not very collaborative.
Jerry had more than a reason to go ballistic and stop thinking lucidly, as he always did.
“And then you dare to say I am the fucking bastard! I don’t even know why the hell I called you. However, I already took my decision. I’m going to flush that happy family out, no matter what!” He informed him.
“What? No, Jerry, wait, don’t fuck this up!”
“Too late for that.” The vampire sneered, hanging up and looking for a shovel.
Said ‘happy family’ was observing him from the window, while he put his clever and drastic plan in motion.
A hole in the ground, deep enough to allow Jerry to eradicate some cables, a little hole in them, enough to put a little but determinant flame in it and BOOM! The previous happy family’s house now was only a pile of rubble.
“Don’t need an invitation if there’s not house.” He stated, satisfied, but his three victims didn’t give up and jumped in the car, ready to flee.
Jerry didn’t give up as well and got on his motorbike.
They started an improbable chasing through the almost desert roads of Nevada, made of blows, dents, broken glasses, collisions with every possible vehicle, until Jerry found himself under the weight of a whole heavy car.
Nothing so alarming, he was used to way worse stuff.
He got rid of the car and got up, as if nothing happened, although, due to all those efforts, his features had changed a lot, revealing the most demonic characteristics: pale as a corpse, with an unnaturally large mouth, black, full of razor sharp lethal teeth.
It was in that scary shape that he walked towards a poor man who had just got off his car. He was guilty only of being in the wrong place in the wrongest moment ever.
Even Charlie had tried to send him away, but it was useless.
Jerry was already feeding from his victim and the man’s blood was so reinvigorating that it allowed Jerry to display again his awesome features.
As he was busy feeding, Charlie took advantage to take a large cross from the car.
“Hey!” He tried to get his attention.
When the vampire turned towards him, Charlie had a bitter surprise, or rather a too sweet one.
“Hey.” Jerry smirked at him, as if they were best friends.
- Oh, shit! Why didn’t he remain dreadful, horrible and monstrous as he was a few minutes ago? Why is he beautiful again? And that smile? He must quit.. no, Charle, you must quit!- The guy tried to keep cool.
“Please, go. It’ll be alright. Go. Take her and go! Amy, take her and go!” He instructed his girlfriend in order to keep his mother safe.
- Great! This way it’s just me and him… alone. From the pan to the embers! No, Charlie, at least you’re saving them, be a hero!-
“Catch you later.” The vampire greeted them, calm and peaceful, waving his hand.
- What? Is he kidding me? Now he acts like the perfect, lovely neighbour, after he blew our fucking house up? And here we go again with that sexy smirk! - Charlie had a tough time, before concentrating and ignoring his wild hormones.
“I repel you with the power of Christ the Lord.” He stated, his tone determined and cold.
Charlie had watched ‘The Exorcist’ at least twenty times, it had to help somehow.
“Do you? Really?” Jerry smirked.
Again, in that oh-so-impossibly-sexy way.
- At least, Father Karras fought against a green monster with the shape of a little girl, not against this sort of… Greek god!- The boy pondered, trying his best to keep it cool.
But he was wavering and Jerry had noticed that.
- Oh, poor dear boy, here’s a little ego boost for you.- He plotted.
He stared at Charlie, moving a step closer, but trying to look worried.
“That’s a mighty big cross you got there, Charley.” He stated in a way too sensual way.
- Shit! No, Charlie, there’ no fucking sexual innuendo in what he has just said, stop it!- The teenager made an effort to remain concentrated, holding the cross against him.
“The question is, do you you have faith?” The vampire teased him.
He was having so much fun.
“Get back!” The boy threatened him, pushing the cross forward.
Jerry played his game, hissing, like an annoyed cat.
“Charlie not the cross, Charlie,”
-Fuckin stop calling my name… with such a deep voice.- The teenager pleaded.
“Not the cross, Charlie.” Jerry repeated, this time mocking him.
He touched the cross and sent it on fire. He glanced at Charlie condescendingly and then blew on it, as if it was a birthday cake.
Jerry had made his wish. It was time to make it come true.
He bent over Charlie for a short, fleeting kiss that had the task to taste those sweet, soft, full lips. Too fast for a human eye to notice that; too impalpable for Charlie to realize if it had happened for real.
Just like Peter had told him.
- Oh, fuck! One sexy man at a time in my mind, please… it’s already really hard this way!- He mused, frustrated.
Jerry wasn’t done with him, yet.
“Come here.” He said with hoarse voice, full of lust.
He pushed the boy against the door of his car, just for the pleasure of hurting him, just a tiny bit, only a light bruise.
Even if aching, the boy moved forward.
Jerry got closer to his ear.
“I know you want me, Charlie.” He whispered, blowing cold air, but it wasn’t only that what sent shivers all over the boy.
“I don’t…”
“Hush.” Jerry interrupted him with a kiss, a real, proper kiss, this time. He violently demanded access to his mouth, amazed by that fact he didn’t have to force Charlie so much.
It was a matter of few instants and seeing from afar it seemed mostly an aggression.
Charlie found himself moaning, before Jerry pushed him away, abruptly.
He was so tempted to deepen the kiss and maybe also have a little taste of Charlie’s blood, but he had to behave.
- He’s the gift for my Peter and it’s not nice to unwrap gifts before the party. - He summoned himself.
However, he thought it was funny to pretend to threat him.
- Mixed signals are so much fun!-
“You ever get a stake in the chest, Charley?” He asked him, with a darker tone.
- Although, judging by the way you’re looking at me, you would like to have another kind of stake from me!-
“I have. It hurts. But they missed the heart. It’s right here, Charley”. He went on, drawing an imaginary cross upon the boy’s heart.
- He’s touching me in a such a delicate way, not very suitable for someone who is going to kill me.- Charlie pondered, cursing himself, because, dammit, he was enjoying that touch.
“Easy measurement. You shouldn’t have been so nosy.” He concluded, ready to stake him, or at least scaring him good and proper.
There was someone much more determined than him, ready to act at the most proper moment.
Charlie’s mother had staked Jerry with a rent sign. She had missed the heart, but she had hurt him a lot.
Jerry tried to get rid of it but ended up on the ground, passing out. He was so weak, even more when, leaving, Charlie made sure that the car near Jerry hit him.
********************* (In the meantime)
Peter was staring thoughtfully at the large window, sipping the umpteenth Midori.

“Good show tonight, right, babycakes?” Ginger’s chirping voice distracted him.
He wasn’t joking at all when he told Jerry he would have find someone who could satisfy him; but he was in a bad mood anyway, because he hadn’t heard from Jerry anymore.
“You were late again on ‘The Devil’s Torture Chamber.” He scolded his assistant, coldly.
“I have something for you. Look.” She struck back, pretending to blow something that revealed to be the third finger.
Deep inside, Peter loved her gross humor.
“You were early again in the bedroom.” She threw her poisoned jab
- No wonder about that, you’re not Jerry. No one makes me feel like my Jerry does. You’re just a pastime, a stop-gap!-
“Fuck you!” was his real answer.
“I will fuck myself. Someone’s got to do it.” She had the final word, leaving.
Pastime or stop-gap, Ginger was his friend, first of all, a few of the true friends Peter had.
And he cared about his friends.
Peter knew what was going to happen and he wanted to keep her safe.
He got up and followed her in her room.
“Probably you didn’t understand, I really mean you have to fuck off, far away from here!”
“Hey, you can’t fucking kick me out!” Ginger scoffed.
“I’m your employer, the owner of this loft and, oh right, even if you don’t want to admit, I know I’m your favourite occasional lover!” He insisted, stealing an involuntary smile from her. “Three bloody good reasons to move your amazing ass!” He added.
“Okay, okay, I’ll go to my sister for a while!” She gave in, wearing her clothes again and putting all her stuff in a suitcase, as quick as possible.
She walked towards him.
“I’m doing this just and only for your lovely, sweet face!” She pinched his cheek with two fingers with a dark nail-polish. “You, fucking, merciless asshole!” She added, leaving the room and then the whole loft.
“It’s better this way. Goodbye, Ginger, who knows? Maybe one day we’ll meet again.” He mused, while he watched her leave, from his window, sort of melancholically.
He sent a WhatsApp to Jerry, without even receiving the notification he had seen it.He tried to call him. No answer. Again and again.
He was growing nervous.
- What the bloody hell did that bloodsucker rabble-rouser do? I must find him!- He decided, getting dressed as fast as he could.
He took all the necessary stuff for what he already considered an emergency and then he jumped on the Harley Davidson he had in his garage.
He rode through the streets and luckily he found out that Jerry wasn’t so much distant from the Hard Rock Cafe in Las Vegas.
When Peter got closer to him, Jerry had had just the time to heal his broken arm, but when he looked at him better, Peter bust out laughing.
“Why the fuckl are you laughing, dickhead?” Jerry scoffed, still aching.
“Sorry, but.. you seem a giant sandwich with a flag on it!” Peter made fun of him. “I would film you to blackmail you for eternity, if only you appeared on screen, geez, you’re so boring!”
Jerry muttered something unintelligible.
“You, fucking grouchy vampire, relax! If I’m laughing it’s because I already figure out there’s nothing to worry about, right?” He clarified, before removing roughly the picket of the sign from Jerry’s back.
“Aaaaahh!” Jerry screamed in pain, but he started to feel better immediately after.
“If it had been something serious I would haunt them all and kill them with my bare hands!” The human swear, with an icy tone, making the vampire so proud of him.
“Here, these bags should help you recover!” He went on, throwing at him the blood bags.
He kept them in an hidden space of his refrigerator, just in case.
Jerry emptied them in a heartbeat, recovering a little, but it wasn’t enough yet.
Peter was fully aware of that.
“Don’t worry, my love, here’s the real kicker.” He smiled at him, kneeling in front of him.
he draw out the knife from his pocket, cutting his wrist, without any hesitation, making the blood surface.
Jerry stared at him with the most thankful look ever and sucked eagerly that generous offer, feeling better instantly.
To Peter it seemed even to soon when the vampire parted from him.
He wrapped a handkerchief around his wound, because Jerry was still too weak to heal it.
“You’ve found someone who can fight tooth and claw. The boy has such a temper, I must admit it.” Peter mumbled, while he sat on the ground, in order to recover from the blood loss that wasn’t irrelevant.
“But we’re going to bite harder!” Jerry swore.
“Hell yeah we will, love. However, now it’s better if you calm down and leave me do my job. The hottie needs someone he can trust in.”
“I know, Peter. By the way you’re right, He sneered, proving he had fully recovered. “He’s such a good kisser.”
TBC
Well, obviously, that’s how things really went, they’re all the deleted scenes no one showed us.
LOL, just kidding XD
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