(153) Instincts.
Request from my dearest v-egaslights. Sorry its so late everyone but here's a spicy vampire au for ya!
If you had asked Jack to describe Mark, he'd tell you hes a little strange, hates sunlight, is allergic to garlic and much prefers gold things over silver. If you asked Jack if Mark was and is a vampire, he'd laugh at you. An ex monster hunter would know a vampire when he saw one.
But guess Jack needs some glasses because Mark is exactly that.
They started dating after Jack had met him in the darkest corner of the bar; looking all mysterious and maybe Jack was too curious but he had asked if the seat was taken and surprisingly the man let him sit with all but a raised eyebrow in question. People didn't usually approach Mark like that and he was glad, really. Being around for so long you actually begin to love your own company over others and really perfect the whole brooding and stormy eyes look but apparently this bright eyed stranger didn't get the memo. Although, seeing as this is the first stranger perhaps bold enough to approach him whilst hes drinking the strongest and deepest red drink the bar has to offer, he leans forward eyes curious and landing on the stranger - taking a proper look at him.
Hes a pretty, young lil' thing - Who smells sweet as if Mark had just passed by a candy store. Again, normally Mark wouldn't give people the time of day (or night) but there's something about this stranger.
"Who are you hiding from?" The nameless man across from him asks, sipping his beer.
"Everybody. Can't a man brew on his own?" Mark smirks, a small upturn on his features which makes the man across from him beam for some reason.
"I thought you could do with some company, you look like you have a rain cloud over your head." Mark is listening to him speak closely, realizing he isn't from these parts and is trying to place that accent which isn't too overpowering but bleeds through some words.
"Most people are put off by the whole brooding thing. I'm Mark, by the way."
"Mark. Less mysterious name than I would have thought but, I'm Jack."
Give it a few more drinks and a few loose lipped compliments spilling from Marks mouth and Jacks a little smitten.
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Since then, they exchanged numbers and began dating. Mark is still all brooding and stormy eyes which scream stay away but deep down once you break past that hes all piercing soft eyes and deep, rumbling laughter. Although, he can act strange. He goes out at stupid times of the morning and Jack doesn't think hes ever saw him properly sleep and his house is something pulled from the Victorian era with the darkest curtains Jacks ever seen and he actually hisses at sunlight.
"Whats that on your teeth?" Jack asks from behind his cup of morning coffee. Mark wipes the red substance from his sharp tooth and licks it off his finger with a content sigh and shiver followed. "Jam." He replies simply to which Jack raises an eyebrow at but doesn't finish questioning. Hes learned just to accept the mans quirks, if you will, as he knows he probably has weird habits that Mark questions, too.
But Mark gets weirder. He seems to have a fascination with blood and red things - the cocktails he drinks, the shows he watches and pays more attention he should too and then when Jack cuts his hand pretty deep from a slip up of him chopping things, the man can't get any clumsier at this point.
They're standing in the kitchen as Jack runs his hand under the cold water, the blood splashing slightly but never stopping. Mark comes into the kitchen to check progress on the meal and stops dead when he smells the sweetest blood hes ever had the pleasure of smelling on his lost count of how many years on this decaying planet. He freezes in the doorway, eyes wide and probably flickering between his normal hazel and that pretty red.
Without realizing he walks over to Jack, where hes running his hand under the tap and without a second thought grabs his hand;
"What are you doing-" Jack watches in perhaps horror? As Mark just... starts licking the blood from his hand where its bleeding and the wound feels a little better and hes lapping over his palm, a shiver up his spine as he does so, almost uncomprehendable words slipping from his mouth, sharp teeth, fangs exposed.
"You taste good." Jack is too light headed from the entire situation to comment at how weird that fucking was, Mark literally just did that and suddenly his hunter extincts are kicking in and everything makes sense.
Mark is a fucking vampire.
The sunlight, the lack of silver in his home, him leaving at all hours during the night, the blood thing - Jack has been out of the hunting business for a long time but some things you can't forget like how to spot a vampire but apparently hes been blind this entire time.
He could kill Mark for not telling him.
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Instead of buying a stake, Jack decides to have a little fun and torture Mark.
After some shopping and some (a lot) of liquid courage Jack finds himself sat on Marks of course, black sofa - in the skimpiest outfit he could come up with. Which does involve a choker and a skirt; waiting for his stupid vampire to return home from his probably nightly feeding and as if on cue he does just that, the lights flickering on and barely flinching upon finding Jack seated on his sofa. They haven't spoken about the blood situation since it happened but Jack plans on changing that. Mark takes a deep smell of the air and walks over to Jack eyes blown out and attention on him, Jacks almost intimidated until he remembers why he did this in the first place and then hes rising, a smirk upon his features as Mark draws near.
"No touching." Jack utters before Mark can even place his hands on him, frozen and ghosting over his hips.
"Why-" Mark asks, confusion littering his features and Jack laughs.
"Im kidding, go ahead." It sounds more like a dare than a request and Mark takes the bait; falls into the trap so easily and Jack feels powerful.
Mark touches him and immediately draws back, like hes been burned which he probably has as underneath his clothing he has silver dangling around his neck and on his fingers and even decorated in his mouth, just for extra.
"What the fuck!" Mark hisses and falls back as Jack looms over him.
"You're a vampire and didn't fucking tell me." Mark looks like a deer caught in the headlights and seemingly goes paler than he already is. So much for him trying to keep a low profile. He wants to deny it but by the look on Jacks features he isn't getting out of this and he could strangle the man for looking so good but wearing silver, the sting in his hands a reminder.
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Mark turns his head to find Jack still in that skirt but with a slight rip and the silver scattered across the room, the necklace torn in a frenzy and smiles toothily as the man wakes up. There had been few words exchanged between the two after Jacks little stunt and Mark being revealed, there's still a slight worry upon his shoulders, He likes to keep the vampire side under wraps as much as he can knowing their still are hunters out there who would happily have his heart through a stake.
"I'm an ex hunter, I should have known the signs." Jack utters, sleepliy and Mark has to double take as he sits up.
"Before you start, you kept you being a vampire from me so I kept this from you. I haven't been a hunter in years and I was just a kid needing to pay his rent and college tuition."
That seems to silent the vampire and Mark hates how good Jack is getting at shutting him royally up. Part of him is telling him to get Jack out of his bed immediately as hunters ex or not are never to be trusted and the other is telling him to relax and pull the man closer, he never knew Mark was a vampire otherwise he would've caused a scene in the bar. Would have punished him in other ways that didn't involve him being in a skirt. Jacks not out to kill him.
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They're sat on Marks luxury couch, getting more than acquainted with one and others mouths as some (ironically) vampire movie plays behind them but its drowned out by the sound of their kissing and Mark pulls back, breathing heavily as he stares down Jacks blown out pupils and a smirk creeps upon his features as Mark realizes something.
"I would've devoured you as a hunter." Maybe its how he speaks it; all rumble and breathless that has Jack shivering or the fact it sounds like a challenge hes not sure but is response is so very, Jack.
"In your dreams, maybe." Mark tackles him and tickles Jack for his pure sass; and although he doesn't get to speak past that statement because hes laughing too much - Mark knows Jacks right; he was a very good hunter in his days.
But Mark is unbelievably clumsy in his old age and ends up elbowing Jack in the nose and cause him to get a nose bleed. Mark utters an apology until his eyes are almost glued in place to where the blood is steadily dripping as Jack tries to control it but hes a little distracted by the way Mark is looking at him; hazel eyes flickering with a slight colour of red thats oddly hypnotising.
"Can I have some?" Mark utters, in his trance like state and Jack just laughs and pushes him off as he goes to get a tissue.
Jack knows how Mark is around blood, especially his; its like he changes completely and Jack can't deny its imtimidating but also fucking sexy. Like Jack can control him with his blood or in other words be a tease. Hes seen Mark hesitate when around his neck and pause before distracting himself by kissing him on the cheek or lips and the nose bleed is obviously no acception
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Mark knows that he has feelings for Jack, he wouldn't allow him to hang around if he didn't, vampires don't let just anybody into their space and Jack probably knows that but doesn't comment on it like Mark does not. But he didn't realize how much he cared for the ex-hunter until recently.
Its when he stumbles into Marks apartment, eye bruised and lip scared; shirt torn at the neck and something unmistakably primal washes over the vampire as he stands to catch Jack as hes light on his feet. Hes breathing uneven and Mark smells another vampire on him and it sparks unholy rage inside of him hes trying to contain as he sets the light-headed man onto the couch and gets a cold rag to put upon his forehead. Mark speaks softly as he can, trying to calm the flames in his stomach and the voice which is telling him somebody - something touched what was, is his.
"What happened baby?" Jack weakly coughs and then utters a small reply;
"Vampire, attacked me out of nowhere." Jack feels like a coward; what ever happened to the brave hunter he once was - he never even held his own against the undead bastard. If it were five, six years ago he would've had a stake through its heart before it even had a chance. Hes angry with himself for letting the creature overpower him so quickly and easily.
Mark huffs and he has to step away from the man with labored breathing on his couch. He wants to kill whatever vampire did this to whats his.
He lets Jack sleep, keeping an eye on him as he watches his chest heave. Marks primal instincts are screaming at him to mark whats his; to spoil whats his - give Jack everything he wants on a silver platter but Mark knows that's all such a huge commitment he isn't sure Jack is ready for, he doesn't want to mark Jack, that makes them more than what they are - and marking means until death. Who says Jack isn't just looking to be played with for a little while?
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But he does give in to the instinct that tells him to spoil Jack, even if he doesn't intend too. It just sort of happens, Jack comes over one night and theres bags full of gifts for waiting for him.
"Who are these for?" He asks, tone littered with curiosity.
"You." Mark utters, trying to sound casual about it but probably comes off cold instead.
"Its not my birthday?" Jack laughs, but wonders over to the bags.
They're filled with expensive looking jewelry and other various clothes items.
Mark can still smell the vampire off Jack even though its been days and countless baths, it still makes his blood boil (the blood he doesn't actually have, mind you.) but seeing Jack preen over the gifts and wear the jewelry settles a small fraction of his primal feelings.
"Thank you, Mark. These look so expensive-" Jack trails off, gazing at the watch around his small wrist.
"Just felt like spoiling my- you." Mark pretends he didn't nearly just do that but he can particularly sense Jacks smug look behind him as he fumbles over the stove.
"Love you, daddy." Jack teases and Mark nearly sets fire to the kitchen thanks to him.
"I can still like kill you, y'know that right?" Mark mumbles. Jack just laughs in return.
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Its early hours and Marks awake as his lover sleeps peacefully. Normally the want to mark would fade away espeically now that the scent of the other vampire is fading too but its still there and Mark wants to bring it up to the sleeping man beside him but they haven't been whatever they are for long -- just scraping a year or so, but Mark can't fight this feeling longer and Jack must have a sixth sense that hes up and overthinking as he rises and turns to the vampire.
"Mark? You alright?" His morning voice is lower and sweeter at this hour and it makes Mark want to give him the world and more. God, hes weak.
Mark reaches a hand out, grazing across Jacks skin and he closes his eyes and Mark wouldn't be surprised if he stared purring. He looks at ease, and when he opens his eyes again Mark says what he wants too - because hes a sentimental old vampire.
"Let me mark you."
Jack is clearly taken aback by the late or early morning confession and he knows about marking, knows its something not to be taken lightly and it makes his heart speed up and he feels like everything he feels for Mark hits him at once, right here before the sun has risen. They never labelled one and other and suddenly the gifts make sense; Marks wanted this for awhile and Jack pauses; he hasn't thought about anyone else since hes been with Mark, hes apart of his daily life now and he feels at home in his bed and in his kitchen watching him fail at cooking, even though hes spent centuries on this planet he still can't cook and Jack loves it.
Loves.
And he has his answer.
"I- yes." Jack says and Mark seems relived and surprised all at the same time as he almost dives on the man - showering him with kisses and soft, small praises into his skin, until he reaches his neck and utters an 'are you sure.' which Jack knows he would have missed if he wasnt so close and he gives a nod, because yes he is and Marks fangs are sinking into his neck.
Jack hears the vampire sigh happily, like an ache in his bones had been eased and Jack feels slightly light headed and joyful - he giggles as Mark releases his fangs from upon his neck which burns from the bite. Jack had expected it to be more painful than it was, but it just gave him a soft out of it feeling.
"I love you." Mark utters against the skin, and Jack heart races as he runs his finger along the soft bite there; two little marks akin to a ring upon his finger.
"I love you, too."
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"So whats that mark on your neck?" His late friend Felix asks from across the table, chowing down on some chicken wings as soon as he gets the question hes obviously been dying to ask out. Jack shoots a look to Mark who is setting across him, with a slight upturn on his lips.
"Birthmark." Jack sees that Marks smirk widens slightly at his sorry excuse and Jack kicks him under the table, given - a ring would've been easier to explain.
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