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Title: Lovers of the Night
Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster
Summary: Some love is eternal. (Sucky summary, I know, but that's all I have.)
Warning: Lots of blood here. That may squick you if you're squeamish.
Disclaimer: Neither boy belongs to me, sadly.
A/N: I've been re-reading Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles for Halloween and knew I had to do a vamp fic. I imagine this to be almost a cross-over, despite the vampire sex, as I think Lestat would have been rather taken with Jeeves. I see him kidnapping Jeeves, turning him, teaching him, loving him. But, of course, Jeeves has only one true love, and he would return to claim him. And, once again, I have to thank crowson75 for her excellent beta and for keeping my Jeeves voice in line. Thank you, darling!

The flat was dark when I entered. Even though it was well past midnight, I was vaguely surprised to find Bertram Wooster at home and asleep in his bed so early on a Friday night. Yes, even as I stood in the darkened hall, I could tell Bertram was asleep in his bed. I could hear his heart beating in the sluggish rhythm of sleep even from this great distance. It was one of the many gifts to which I was still getting becoming accustomed.

I gazed around the sitting room and noticed the telltale signs of my weeklong absence. The mantle was dusty. Bertram's books were in disarray on the table. The ashtrays were full. I silently and almost instantly put these things to rights, then I entered the master bedroom.

Bertram was curled into the foetal position in his bed, as if the heavy blanket covering him was not quite providing enough protection from the night's chill. I could smell him, the heady musk of his skin and the perfume of his shampoo, but I could also smell the salt of dried tears. As I looked down on his perfect face, I could see the tear tracks staining his flawless skin.

He was breathtakingly beautiful in his sleep. Oh, how I wanted this man and his childlike innocence! If I had had any illusions as to what I was going to do this night, they were shattered in that moment. I wanted him, and I would have him.

"Sir," I said, careful to modulate my changed voice to something he would recognize. "Wake up, sir."

He stirred in his bed, then sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Jeeves?" he asked, still half-asleep. "Am I dreaming again?"

"No, sir. You are not dreaming. I have returned."

It was so easy to sense his emotions. Confusion from being awakened so suddenly, hope that I was truly home once again, elation at my return, anger at my sudden disappearance a week ago. I savored each one like a fine brandy.

"Is that really you, Jeeves? Good Lord! Where have you been, man?" He was fully awake now and staring incredulously at me in the low illumination. I made no move to put on a light, not until I was sure he wouldn't run from me.

"I am sorry I have been absent for so long, sir. I assure you that it was not by my own design. I was... attacked seven days ago on my evening off as I walked home from visiting friends. I am only now able to return to you."

He threw off his bedclothes and rose. Even from where I stood four feet away from him, I could feel the warmth of his body. I ached to take him into my arms, to bend his young body back, to sink my teeth....

"Attacked? Jeeves, old thing! Are you injured? Have you seen a doctor?"

His concern touched me in a way I had thought lost with my humanity. "I am...." How could I tell him how I was now? What I was now? "I am... uninjured."

Bertram peered at me in the dim light from the full moon outside the window. "Are you sure, Jeeves? You look a little pale to me."

"I am sure." He was looking at my eyes now. I moved forward to let him see them more clearly. I saw his own widen slightly as he registered their... strangeness. "Bertram." It was the first time I had ever used his Christian name, but he did not even blink in surprise. I had enthralled him with my gaze.

I advanced upon him until our chests were nearly touching. There was no way he could now miss the whiteness of my skin or the lack of heat coming from my own body. Yet, he did not move away, trapped as he was by my eyes. I was surrounded by him. His scent, his heat, and his fiercely beating heart were my world. I wanted to drown in him. I wanted to devour him.

"Bertram," I whispered again in my new and hypnotic voice. His eyes fluttered closed. With a moan, he tilted his head to the side, exposing the side of his neck. I could see the artery pulsing there, hear the rush of blood beneath the skin. My body ached for him. I yearned to sink myself inside him and, for a moment, I could not tell if the impulse was the one I had recently come to know or one of a sexual nature. Could I still have sexual urges? A glance at Bertram's full, pink lips answered that question. I wanted to kiss him as a lover would.

I had dreamt of this so many times in the little bed in my servant's quarters. Dreamt of the day that Bertram Wooster would allow my kiss and my touch. And now, here he was before me, offering himself to me, and I could feel his desire. I want you, Jeeves, he was thinking. I have always wanted you. Please. Please, have me. Make me yours.

With two quick pulls at his nightclothes, I had Bertram naked before me. His sex was erect and flushed a pleasing shade of pink. It bobbed with his heartbeat and swayed slightly as he shifted his weight. I gathered him into my arms and took his lips with my own. He responded in kind, though the movements of his tongue were sluggish, as if he were drunk or still mostly asleep.

When I had satisfied my need to know his mouth, I buried my face in his throat, breathing in his scent. So alive! So wanton and ripe for the tasting. I could feel the desire to sink into his neck pull at me, and my teeth lengthened and sharpened, readying themselves for the plunge.

It was too soon. I released him from my arms and laid him on the bed. He didn't move to cover himself, only lay there waiting for me. Faster than he would have been able to perceive, I rid myself of my own clothing and mounted him.

My own sex was eager for him, though no fluid came from me. I did not wish to tear him as I ravished him, so I searched in the table beside his bed until I discovered a small pot of Vaseline. I coated my hardness with the substance, then encouraged Bertram to lift his hips. He did so, and I saw for the first time the little hole I had so often dreamt of penetrating.

I slipped a finger inside him, and Bertram moaned my name. The heat inside his body was incredible. If he minded the coldness of my finger, he did not show it. He only clenched his fists into the sheets and begged me silently for more.

I gave him more. By the time I had three fingers inside him, Bertram was writhing beneath me. His erection was weeping freely onto his stomach. I touched the sticky mess and brought my fingertips to my lips for a taste. Salt, bleach, musk. Nothing compared to the sumptuous feast his body could give me in other ways.

The desire for him throbbed in my body. My prick was hard as stone and as cool to the touch, yet he didn't so much as flinch as I eased it into him. He wrapped his long legs around my waist and gripped my shoulders with his pianist's fingers. His blue eyes opened, and gazed up at me with a dazed adoration. "Jeeves," he whispered again. His hands tightened on my flesh. "You're so cold."

"I will warm presently."

He nodded, closing his eyes again. You are mine, I told him. You belong to me. All that you are is mine.

"Yes," he said and threw back his head, offering his throat.

I bit into the artery and began to suck.

It was Heaven, if such a creature as I can know that bliss. The warm salt and copper tang on my tongue filled my every sense. All that I knew was heat and blood and his body struggling in my arms. I held him tighter as I drew harder on his neck. My hips began to move in time with the drinking, fucking him as I feasted on him.

Below me, Bertram cried out over and over in ecstasy. His hips rose to meet my every stroke. His thighs gripped my waist harder and harder. His heart pounded and raced. He was exquisite. My lover, my life, my beloved, my everything.

His heart skipped a beat, then another. His hands clutched at my hair as his back bowed and he came, spending himself against my warm belly. The smell of it drove my thirst higher, and I drank deeper, realizing my own satisfaction wouldn't be found between his legs but in his blood. I gloried in the drinking, reveled in it, continuing to fuck and suck until my vision went dark and my body threatened to combust from the scorching heat of my pleasure.

I didn't stop until he was limp against me and his heart had slowed dangerously. Withdrawing my fangs, I panted and swallowed thickly, enjoying the last drops as I licked them from my lips. I removed my still hard organ from Bertram's body and cleaned his release from my skin with the sheet. The cloth came away tinged with red and I realized that I was covered in a thin sheen of blood sweat.

"Bertram," I said, though I wasn't sure if he could still hear me. His breathing was shallow and his eyes glassy. The wound on his throat still oozed blood. It sent a faint thrill through me to see it, but I was too satiated to drink any more. "Bertram. I meant what I said. You are mine. You will be mine for eternity. Drink." I pierced my own tongue with my sharpened teeth then leaned down to insinuate the bloody muscle between his lips.

Bertram was slow to respond. Eventually, he latched onto my mouth, his sucking growing stronger and stronger as the blood infused him. When the slow trickle from my mouth was no longer enough for him, I sat astride him and slashed open my carotid artery with a fingernail. Bertram rose and reached for me. His mouth found the wound, and he began to drink deeply from me.

It was not the ecstasy of draining his blood, but this exchange did bring me pleasure. I could commune with him more clearly now. I felt his emotions as if they were my own. The pleasure of the blood, the fear and confusion, the love that he still felt for me even after I had brought him to the brink of death.

I hoped he would still feel that love when he realized just what had happened here. Would he still look at me with adoration when I taught him to hunt and to kill as I had learned these last six nights? Or would his kind nature abhor what I had turned him into? Only time would tell.

I pushed his head away from my throat when had drunk enough for the transformation to take place. He struggled, wanting more, but I shushed him and promised him his fill when he was ready. He acquiesced reluctantly, licking his bloodied lips and eyeing me hungrily even as my wound healed.

After a minute, he told me quietly, "I love you, Jeeves." His body heaved suddenly, and he cried out in pain as the transformation began.

"I love you, too, Bertram," I said and held him close as he died.


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Oct. 31st, 2009 02:08 pm (UTC)
Holy smokes that that was sexy. So, so hot. Probably burned my lunch/dinner in the oven. Oh well. Loved this, esp. the last line was gooooooood.

Is that book as sexy as this fic was? If it is, I'm so going to read that.
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:34 am (UTC)
thank you, sweetie! :D

oh, yeah, the books are so much better than this, even. there's no real sex until book four, i think, but they're full of dark sensuality and angst. i highly recommend them. well, about the first six, or so. after that.... meh.
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Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:32 am (UTC)
thank you! :D
Oct. 31st, 2009 03:56 pm (UTC)
This will no doubt be the weirdest compliment you get. I was glad you didn't get into the whole business about how Jeeves became a vampire. By the time this scene occurs it's a moot point.

This is one breathless Halloween ride. And this is just how I imagine vampires would act. They love, but they have an overriding physical need to "drink your blood!" No Twilight vamps for me.

Good show, my dear!

P.S. It would not surprise if after this scene Aunt Agatha welcomes Bertie into the vampire fold.

Edited at 2009-10-31 03:57 pm (UTC)
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:31 am (UTC)
*lol* thank you, darling. ;D

i meant to put a warning on here, "no vampires sparkled in the writing of this fic," but i totally forgot. i hate what twilight has done to vampires. i much prefer this anne rice version. sooo much sexier.

and *LOL*! i could totally see agatha as a vampire. but i think i'd much rather write jeeves paying her a little visit in the night. *evil laugh*
Oct. 31st, 2009 04:21 pm (UTC)

This was...beautiful!
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:26 am (UTC)
thank you, dear! :D
Oct. 31st, 2009 09:55 pm (UTC)
Wow. That was hot and romantic, definitely. I've never read the Anne Rice's vamps (nor Twilight's either, though they sound absolutely ridiculous), but this is how I imagine vamps to be and I think you knocked it right out of the park, lol. I also agree with storyfan that I'm glad the focus wasn't in what happened to Jeeves, but rather his relationship with Bertie. And dude, this was just a compelling story. lol, I can't say enough good things because I have a bit of a kink when it comes to Jeeves seducing innocent!Bertie, so yes. Love this. :D
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:26 am (UTC)
thank you! yeah, i didn't want this piece to be so much about jeeves becoming a vamp, but about jeeves and bertie being in love and jeeves wanting them to be together forever. i may go back and write jeeves being turned later, though. that'd be a lot of fun to do.
Nov. 1st, 2009 12:01 am (UTC)
Oh, wow. Marvellously done, darling. I give the smoking hot vampire sex (*happy shiver*) its full due, of course, but weirdly my favorite part was seeing how much Bertie's missed Jeeves. I dunno, just heartstrings and all. And now I totally want a whole series of them through the ages and Bertie getting jealous of Lestat.
Nov. 1st, 2009 09:07 am (UTC)
I saw that (your icon) just the other day, and after twenty years I still find myself cracking up every time he says it. Such simplistic humor. Sorry, just had to spread my Shultz love.
(no subject) - waqaychay - Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:24 am (UTC) - Expand
Nov. 1st, 2009 12:53 am (UTC)
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:21 am (UTC)
i'm telling you, it's how he moves so silently and how he always knows what's going on. IT B TRUFAX. ;D
Nov. 1st, 2009 01:45 am (UTC)
Guhbuh, is I think the phrase the young folks are using these days. That was hothotHOT. Thank you for the Halloween candy *grin*
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:20 am (UTC)
you're very welcome! i'm glad you enjoyed it. :D
Nov. 1st, 2009 03:47 am (UTC)
Very raw, intimate scene. I liked :3
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:19 am (UTC)
i'm glad! thanks, dear. :D
Nov. 1st, 2009 09:05 am (UTC)
And this, boys and girls, is why Jeeves and Berite never age even in the canon.
I love it everso. Shades of Anne Rice and it's all quite delightful and sexy. There's also a sweet slight-imbalance between Jeeves' remaining love for Bertie as a human and his new base vampyric needs, which is pulled off very well. Thanks for it!
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:19 am (UTC)
*lol* i've outed them! they are totally vampires. ;D

thank you! i'm so glad that you enjoyed it!
(no subject) - toodlepipsigner - Nov. 2nd, 2009 04:44 am (UTC) - Expand
Nov. 1st, 2009 10:09 am (UTC)
Wow! Very hot and wonderful!
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:18 am (UTC)
thank you! :D
Nov. 1st, 2009 11:12 am (UTC)
Oh, wow. So hot, and very romantic and... sensual is the right word, I believe. Very good. :D
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:17 am (UTC)
thank you! :D "sensual" is just the word i would use to describe the chronicles, so i'll take it.
Nov. 1st, 2009 05:52 pm (UTC)
*purrs* Very sexy this fic. Dark and delicious. It's rather odd how Jeeves seems to lend himself to vamp-like behaviour, but he SO does.
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:14 am (UTC)
thank you, darling. jeeves does have some tendencies, doesn't he? i wouldn't be surprised if he only came out at night. ;D
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:54 am (UTC)
Hot damn-brilliant, as ever!
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:55 am (UTC)
thanks, dear! :D
Nov. 2nd, 2009 07:16 am (UTC)
Whew, that was hot! Only now I'm all worried about how well Bertie will end up dealing with the attacking people part of the vampire gig - not well, I'm guessing? Oh dear.
Nov. 10th, 2009 09:47 pm (UTC)
'not well'. you'd be right. *lol* when i get a chance, i'm going to expand on this and you'll get to see just how not well. ;D
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