Logs:Midnight Feedings

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Content Warning

Body Horror

Cast

Simon Dubois, Jasper Wright

Setting

Hotel Room

Log

It's late. Very late. Nearly 1 in the morning. Jasper gets a text message.

I'm at the hotel we went to last time. I'll be here all night. You should come. Jasper WrightYesterday at 12:44 AM Humans are so funny. Jasper considers but ultimately shows up around 1:45 with a light knock.

When the door is opened, a very bohemian looking Jasper is in the door with a paisley shirt somewhat unbuttoned, and a kilt on. With the same earring and glasses as always.

Simon is currently... a very sloppy drunk. He only has a very fancy robe on, only loosely tied, and some designer pajama bottoms on underneath. Feet bare, hair a bit rumpled. He leans against the doorframe, looking him up and down with that usual judgemental stare. "What the hell are you wearing?" He's earning points right out the gate...

"I could ask the same thing," says Jasper as he takes in the other. "You're quite drunk."

"Mhmm." He steps aside--or more like... slides aside, keeping himself propped up against the wall. "Come in."

"You've calmed?" asks the Kindred even as he comes inside. Once there, he looks back to Simon. "What's the occasion?"

"Do I need an occasion?" he mutters, then steps in, reaching out to grab his shirt to pull off. He leans in, trying to press his lips to the other's clumsily.

Terribly quick, Jasper has Simon's wrists to lower in his grip. He turns his head off the kiss, leaving him to take a mouth full of fuzzy jawline. "Last we spoke, you were terribly rude."

That doesn't slow Simon down. He continues trying to lean into him, pressing his mouth along his jaw, then down to bite and suck at his neck. "So?"

Jasper's eyes drift briefly closed. "So apologize."

"Will you kiss me if I do?"

"Maybe. You won't know until you do," says the Mekhet.

He exhales an impatient breath. "I'm sorry," he says in the most insincere voice imaginable, then continues kissing heatedly over his neck, trying to press himself against Jasper's chest.

Jasper gives him all of a minute to enjoy himself and free reign over his body before getting hold of the man's throat. Then he shoved him very hard into the wall to hold him there as he stares at him. "Stop. You're going to listen to me, understood? No threats, no distractions. You're going to listen to me because I am not one of your playthings."

He lowers his hand slowly. "Are we clear?"

Simone is easily manipulated, his drunk body clumsy and sluggish. He blinks slowly at Jasper as his mind processes, then his lips purse tightly as he watches him.

He let out a slow breath. "You were rude to be because you didn't understand. It took me four times to get that bouquet right. Nothing felt right as an apology. You worked very hard for your wealth and position, and I should not have dismissed that."

"So I'm sorry that I scared you by being indecisive. I'm sorry you thought I would be a threat to your home. I am owning my mistake, and I will be better in the future but." The word hung there a moment. "You cannot dictate to me. You will not threaten me. That's not what either of us wants."

He slid a finger down the man's chest. "Do you hear me? Do you agree?"

Simon just... stares for a long moment, blinking slowly. Did... he hear that right? Was Jasper seriously apologizing? That was definitely not what he was expecting.

He sighs heavily, a hand lifting to rub over his eyes. He tries to push through the booze haze to think more clearly, but is struggling. "...I... agree. Yes. I hear you."

"Now, I understand you were emotional at the time, but you were not understanding in the least. You gave me little chance to explain this, and instead defaulted to threats. You in fact claimed you would ruin me." The Mekhet stares. "I would like a real apology. Not some words you mutter trying to get your way."

His eyes narrow. "You stalked my home. Not just where I sleep, but where my daughter sleeps. You made yourself a threat not just to me, Jasper. I would ruin you if I ever thought you'd hurt her."

"I've explained myself already. Do you doubt me?" he asks plainly.

"I just want you to understand why I reacted as I did."

"I do. But understanding the reasoning and feeling upset that you would threaten me are separate."

His jaw rocks for a moment as he stares at him. "...I'm sorry I threatened you."

"Will you at least talk to me should anything come up in the future?" asks Jasper as he reaches up to cup the other's face. "Try to be civil instead of defaulting to crime lord?"

His eyes close, head rolling back against the wall as he seems to be dredging up patience from the pit of his stomach. "I will try."

Jasper leans in, kissing the tender place where jaw met neck as he slid his hand up to play with Simon's ear. "Thank you," he breathed against the man's skin.

"Mmm..." His eyes flutter open, then closed again, head tipping to the side to bare his neck. His hands grab Jasper's shirt again to pry off, tossing to the ground. He apparently isn't set on talking anymore.

"I take it that it's my turn this time?" breathes Jasper before shoving the man's robe off. Those strange fingers come up, tweaking at his nipples.

"Yes," he pants out softly, grabbing Jasper by the waist to drag in against him, pressing his leg in between the Kindred's firmly.

Some time later, Jasper's arms go around him to pull him in. "What's on your mind?"

Simon doesn't fight it. He's tired and drunk and dizzy from blood loss and after glowy. His eyes drift closed. "How much I want another drink," he mutters.

"You've had enough." With that, Jasper goes to roll Simon onto his side to make the drunk the little spoon...

"Nnghh..." There's some drowsy, weak fighting back, a hand pressing to Jasper's chest to push. "No."

"Why not?" asks the Mekhet.

"Can't... Mnn. I'll spoon you."

"Why can't you?" presses Jasper.

"I'll big spoon," Simon says stubbornly.

"We'll hold each other," compromises Jasper, letting the man turn in so they're face to face. Waaaaaaay more intimate a pose now. Fingertips trail along Simon's sides. "I'm glad you called, even if you're a messy drunk."

Simon's lips purse tightly, but he doesn't resist. He closes his eyes, letting Jasper hold him, one of his arms draping around Jasper's waist. "Glad... you came."

"Hell must be a tundra now. You said something nice and no teeth were pulled from your head," says Jasper.

"Shut up," he grumbles. "Or I'll kick you out."

"Did we not discuss threats, Simon?" asks Jasper lightly. "You want me here. I want to be here. Stop trying to pretend both aren't the case."

He stares at Jasper's chest quietly for a moment, then exhales a heavy annoyed breath before his eyes close, letting his face rest against Jasper's shoulder.

Jasper lets the man calm and even sleep, never stopping his study of the kine - even as that hour rolls around.

Simon... does in fact fall asleep. In Jasper's arms, even! Alas... it's only about forty minutes later when something.... weird starts to happen.

A wailing, high pitched, inhuman crying sound comes from the back of Simon's head. At first just a soft insistent whining, and then a full on cry, loud enough to jolt Simon awake with a disoriented blink.

Jasper's already awake, and now he's sitting up. "What's happening? Are you alright?" asks the Kindred in... well, frankly obvious distress. He's good, but he's not this good.

Simon blinks a couple times, then curses under his breath, sitting up. "I'm... fine..." he grumbles out, looking so, so tired. He moves to drag himself out of bed, hand cupping the back of his head. He stumbles, still very much drunk.

Halfway between the motion of stumbling, Jasper is suddenly there on the man's other side, supporting him. Maybe he blacked out a little? "Where are you going?"

He blinks rapidly, but just leans into him. "The kitchen."

Jasper's still looking back as if something's behind them, but after just a moment the pair of them are just in the kitchen without really taking a step. It's likely disorienting. "What next?"

The crying is still going, wailing from Simon. He doesn't seem particularly bothered other than being tired and annoyed. "I'm fine." He moves to the fridge, opening it. "You may wish to return to the bedroom."

"I'm not going anywhere," states Jasper as he keeps a hand to steady Simon. "Is it...?"

He shoves Jasper's hand off with annoyance, giving him a glare. "I don't need your pity."

"It's not pity. It's concern about what's happening," insists the man, but he's not going away...

Simon glares at him for a moment, still only looking half awake. But then he turns to pull out a wrapped package from the fridge. Quite a large one. He unwraps it, showing expensive butchered fresh meat, already cut into small thin chunks. He leans against the counter, turning so his back is away from him as he holds his hair back with one hand, and starts feeding chunks to the back of his head with the other. There's some... sickening chewing and swallowing sounds.

You know, it's good that vampires don't get sick. Jasper has a thousand yard stare, but then something clicks for him. He steps forward, with a soft voice. "May I?" asks the man as he holds up a hand. "I could either hold your hair or help?"

"That isn't neccessary. It'll just take a moment," He mutters as he feeds another bit of meat to his head.

"No, not necessary, but I would like to." Jasper is so very calm at the moment, as if he were going to spook him. "Will you let me help you some way? Please?"

"It just... needs food. Quite regularly. Damned insistent monster," he mumbles sleepily, then pauses to let out a long, loud yawn while the other side of his head chews.

"... How do you sleep like that?"

He gives Jasper a dry, irritable look.

Jasper considers a moment. "Remember about my curse?" he asks even as he steps in closer.

"Mm. You were very vague."

"Part of it is that I must be home every night before sunrise. It is... inconvenient at best." Jasper slides his hands over the other. "That part isn't as bad as inconvenient as this but... perhaps you could let me feed it? Then you'd get some sleep, and I wouldn't feel so bad about having to leave before morning."

He stares for a moment, lips pursing tightly. Then, finally, he lets out a heavy sigh. "Fine... But I don't want to hear any complaints about it being disgusting."

"You won't," assures Jasper. Steeled in his resolve, the man takes some meat and... very, very carefully feeds the other man's monster as he held back hair. "How often does it need to eat?"

The second mouth is small, but... really fucking creepy. This clearly makes no anatomical sense. It's a mouth that seems to open up to just... rot and void, with sharp chittering teeth that tears through the bits of meat hungrily. Simon stares intently at the ground. "Every hour."

"How do you get any sleep?" reiterates Jasper as he slowly works to feed the mouth without any risk to his fingers. Keen eyes seem to study, then not, just to avoid it. "Next feeding time, I'll let you sleep and just feed it. Let you get a full night's rest - or as close to one as I can, hm?"

"I don't." His shoulders lift. He's quiet a moment. "How are you going to sleep then?"

"I won't. I'm mostly nocturnal now," admits Jasper. "Being afraid to be not at home when the sun rises means you stay up to be sure of that fact."

His eyes open, looking back at him. "Afraid?"

"Bad things could happen if I'm not home at that time."

"Hm. The sun is a part of your curse?"

"Part of it," says Jasper with a nod.

"What are you, a vampire?" Simon asks dryly, only half serious.

"What are you, a Janus?" quips back Jasper. "I'd prefer not to be called such, but I understand why your mind goes there."

His head turns to peer at him, staring for a long moment in thought. "Mm..." He waves a hand. "That's enough, for now."

He sets down the meat and then steps back. "... Are you going to try to send me home now?"

"No." He sighs, but he does move to try to pour himself another drink, if Jasper doesn't stop him.

Jasper doesn't. Honestly, dude deserves a drink. "Good. Maybe this could be the start of more openness."

He pours himself a glass and downs it in one long gulp. No comment. But no argument either. He just sets the glass down onto the counter and staggers off to bed.

There, Jasper climbs in with him, and times it so that throughout the next couple hours, instead of letting the mouth wake him, he feeds it to see if the man could sleep if fed.

It... seems he can! At least while so overcome with exhaustion and booze. When was the last time he was able to sleep for more than an hour at a time...?

It's just after sunrise, maybe the mouth giving a bit of extra time from a last feeding from Jasper before he left. If Simon looks around, there's a note:

S,

I didn't want to wake you since you could use the sleep. I gave you another meal right before I left in hopes you could sleep a bit longer. Hopefully it was restful.

You won't believe it, but I enjoyed tonight. I hope you did too. I hope next time you reach out, you don't have to be quite as drunk.

Sincerely, J.