Title: Give and Take

Author: Agarwaenloth

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Mick/Josef, with past Mick/Coraline, Coraline/Lucius, and one-sided Lucius/Mick

Warnings: Contains Slash (duh) and non-consensual sexual activity, along with torture and the general round of angst.

Summary: What if Mick's morals weren't the real reason he refused to drink fresh blood out of the vein? What if Coraline didn't willingly marry Mick? What if by turning him, she was saving him?… "The bond between the sire and the sired can be very compelling if the sire has the mental strength. However, the bond between mated vampires is strong whether the vampires are or not. This is bond of blood and love, but when it is tainted and twisted, it becomes a thing to be feared…"

Give and Take

Chapter One

He looked up into the inhuman eyes of the recently become Mrs. St. John. This was not his wife, he thought through the pain. His wife would never do this to him. Not his Coraline. Yes, she had made him into a vampire, a creature of the night, something that was portrayed as a monster and feared by the masses, even if most would never believe in his existence. But she had done it for him. To save him from him

He locked eyes with the cold, ice-blue eyes that were sparkling with glee, and fought harder against their combined mind-control.

It hurt so bad…

Hypnosis was not supposed to be used to control another vampire. It was against their code, Coraline had taught him that. However, she had also taught him that this monster before him cared nothing about any rule set out to keep the vampire community safe. He was ruled by his own cruel intentions, and right now, those intentions were set on Mick.

"He wanted to sire you himself. You must understand that I did not want this to happen," Coraline had said.

He closed his eyes and centered himself. This man would not win. He would not let him take what he wanted.

"He sired me, and the bond between a sire and his sired is very strong, especially with a vampire as strong as he. I cannot resist his control. He made me pursue you and get you to marry me. He wanted to sire you, so that you would be under his control as well. I would not wish that upon anyone!"

What did he hope to do now? Coraline had already sired him.

The platinum haired vampire laughed cruelly. "Don't you see, boy, this way is even better!" he stated, walking up to Mick and making him open his eyes to look at him. Dear God, he was already in his head! He couldn't fight him off much longer!

"By making you my mate, I will be able to not only control you, but I will be able to suck your energy over the centuries, becoming more powerful than ever before!"

Mick froze at the words and released a mental blast towards his adversary that sent him reeling from his mind. Unfortunately for Mick, he failed to realize that a seed had been planted in a last ditch effort by the other vampire…

Mick St. John bolted away in his refrigerated bed, forgetting momentarily that there was a solid sheet of metal above his head keeping the cool in, which resulted in him cracking his head against the unrelenting steel.

"Shit!" he cursed, his nightmare, or rather memory, causing him to lose the cool that he fought so hard to maintain.

"That sounded like it hurt," an amused female voice stated outside of his "coffin," for lack of a better word.

He threw open the lid and relaxed as he saw that it was only Beth. "You know, it's not very wise to sneak up on a bloodthirsty monster."

"If I ever see one, I will keep that in mind," she quipped before sobering. "I actually came about this case that just opened up."

"Sound like my kinda thing?" he asked rhetorically.

"Two children were found in the park. Both of them had had their blood removed. Sounds an awful lot like a vamp to me," she said seriously.

"I'll look into it, but— "

"Why do you even bother trying to tell me to stay out of it?" she asked, knowing exactly what he was about to say. "It never works."

He just glared at her.

OoooOoooOoooO

"My contact at the morgue confirmed that they were both drained by a vampire. We must have a new rogue on our hands," Mick stated.

"Or an old one that decided to come back to the good ole U. S. of A," Josef replied sardonically, glancing up from his putting. "Rumor is that Lovett is back from Europe."

"Lucius Lovett?" Mick asked, his blood running cold.

Josef quirked an eyebrow. "Heard of him?"

Mick forced a smirk and a shrug. "Vaguely," he replied casually, leaning back against the sofa.

Josef frowned and crossed the room in four strides before Mick realized he was moving. He put one hand on either side of Mick, effectively trapping him between his body and the back of the sofa. He leaned up and grabbed Mick's chin, bringing him down into a possessive kiss.

He smiled against Mick's mouth as the other vampire moaned deep in his throat and pressed closer to him. He pulled away, ignoring a sound of protest, and looked straight into Mick's eyes.

"Leave it alone," he ordered, not only as a friend and lover, but as the head of the vampire community of Los Angeles. "You are no match for Lovett, especially in your condition."

"What do you mean, my condition?" he asked heated.

"You haven't had a fresh drop of human blood in over a decade! Believe it or not, Mick, but that wears away at your strength, and Lovett has been at this game for centuries before you were even born." Josef's eyes softened ever so slightly, a look reserved for Mick alone. "I know you care about the mortals, but for once, put yourself first!"

He watched as Mick nodded slowly. "I won't pursue him then."

Josef smiled devilishly, but in the back of his mind knew that Mick's acquiescence came too quickly. Putting that thought aside, he drew Mick into another passionate kiss. God, he loved this man, not that he had ever admitted it. But Mick knew. The trust in those lust-filled eyes as he reached down between them and freed both of their straining erections. Mick's eyes fluttered shut and he moaned as Josef slowly stroked both of them together.

Grinning mischievously, he suddenly flipped Mick around so that he was bent over the sofa. He quickly stripped him of his pants and boxers, before ridding himself of his own. Reaching over Mick and under a cushion, his hand emerged with a hidden bottle of lube. He smiled triumphantly down at Mick, whose eyes still held that deep trust that Josef was certain was reflected in his own.

He had never imagined feeling this way for anyone. As he lazily circled Mick's puckered entranced with a lubed digit, he wondered yet again why he hadn't claimed this magnificent creature as his mate. As he added another digit, he remembered that the vampires of Los Angeles might not take too kindly about a leader with a companion who cared so much about mortals that he wouldn't even feed directly on them. As he buried his arousal into Mick's ass, he hated the fact that mating with Mick, acknowledging to any vampire who saw them that they were bonded for life, would endanger both of their lives.

As Mick cried out in ecstasy, coming all over the expensive leather sofa, Josef felt his own release rush through him, filling Mick with his seed.

As Josef watched Mick leave yet again, he wished that he didn't have to, wished that Mick would just feed like a normal vampire…

Tbc…