Jason remembers Luke's words, "a dude, or a vampire, or a vampire dude. That's like the crème de la crème of sin."

"What are you thinking?" Jason hears Eric whisper, a warm breath in his ear.

"Huh?" Jason twists around to face Eric, putting on his best signature Jason Stackhouse smile and rubbing the back of his head. "Nothing, just rememberin' something someone told me once."

"It wouldn't have anything to do with the Fellowship of the Sun, would it?" Here Eric raises his eyebrow ever so slightly.

Jason flinches for a split second before settling back into Stackhouse charm.

"Because of course, any words of theirs are trash and don't belong in your head." Eric slowly traces his fingertip down Jason's cheek.


"And," Eric continues as his finger travels down Jason's chest, "I thought I did away with any unnecessary thoughts."


"Or did we not," Eric smirks now, "fuck each other's brains out?" Modern vocabulary really was entertaining at times.

At Eric's words, Jason, sexual savant that he is, turns crimson up to the tips of his ears.

"Well." Eric pauses.

Jason looks to him, confused.

"There's just no helping it." With vampire speed, Eric spins Jason around so that he's on his hands and knees. His hand ghosts over Jason's bare bottom, tantalizingly close but still so far.

For a moment Jason can't breathe. He'd be sure his heart stopped beating except that he just heard the "shhhnk" of Eric's fangs emerging and knows his veins still hold Eric's attention.

"I'll just have to teach the lesson again." Eric leans over Jason, pressing kisses in the air just above the heated skin of his neck and traveling down his back. "This time, remember. The only thoughts you're allowed to have are of me and the pleasure I'm giving you." Eric smiles before turning his attention to the sweet spot between Jason's cheeks.