Warnings: Vampires, blood, non-consensual, death
Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, Jonathan Rhys Meyers/Viggo, Sean/JRM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real. Never happened. If you really think, that Sean Bean is a vampire and Viggo Mortensen is his human servant, then you really need to think about getting a therapist.
Notes: Thanks to Lanna Michaels for letting me play in her universe. And even more thanks to Cass for beta-reading this. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Summary: Jon finally gets what he wants – but not without having to pay a high price.

Jon leaned back against the bar and watched the blond man who was standing against the opposite wall. The stranger was watching the dance floor, but he didn't move himself. Jon had noticed him here before, but he'd always been accompanied by another one. One of them. One of the vampires.

His Master. His Owner.

But tonight the stranger was alone. The prominent scar in form of an "S" was visible from even where Jon was standing and he smiled. He'd never been one to avoid challenges, and this one would be a good one.

Jon flashed a quick smile at Viggo as they made eye contact. Viggo's gaze was intense in some weird way. It was as if he were looking right through Jon, as if Jon could almost feel his eyes on him. And there was something else in Viggo's gaze. He was looking a bit… lost. Almost lonely.

Jon briefly wondered where Viggo's owner was, but then discarded the thought. He either had broken up with Viggo or Viggo'd been allowed to go out and explore on his own. Either way it wouldn't stop Jon from approaching him now that he had the chance. For a second, he couldn't remember the name of Viggo's owner, but then the 'S' on his cheek reminded him again. Sean.

He'd been warned by several friends of his that Sean was rather possessive and didn't tolerate any kind of contact that went beyond polite small talk unless he gave the express permission for more. But Sean wasn't here tonight, was he? And if Viggo was really free, well, Jonathan wouldn't want to waste that chance for anything in the world.

Determined, he walked up to Viggo, his posture showing far too much self-assurance.

"All alone here tonight, lad?" he asked with a smirk, quickly closing in and forcing Viggo back up against the wall behind him. There was no need to introduce himself.

"Apparently," Viggo replied softly, not meeting Jon's eyes.

"What happened to your usual company? Did he allow you to walk free tonight?" Even in the dimly lit bar, the smirk on Jon's face was all too visible.

"That's none of your business."

"Maybe it is... what if I want to play with you tonight?"

"Then you're free to do so, I s'ppose."

Viggo was still avoiding Jon's eyes, his gaze fixed on an empty table before them. He either didn't dare to meet his eyes directly or it simply was Sean's good training. Jon strongly suspected it was the latter. He knew as well as Viggo did that Jon didn't deserve his respect. Not yet. He still had to prove that he was worth it. "What, you're willing to go with me without even wanting to know my name? I know yours, Viggo, don't you think that gives me an unfair advantage?"

"I'm not dumb, Jon. I've noticed you watching me all the time. I did my research. If you want to have me, I suppose you're free to do so. Just don't make me feel stupid." Viggo's reply was half a growl and this time he did meet Jon's eyes, holding his gaze for a second before turning his head away again.

"Alright. Sorry if I offended you. You coming with me then?"

Viggo nodded - it was the only reply Jon would get at this moment. He hadn't earned much more so far.

"Well, lead the way, then. I'm afraid my place is not fully equipped yet - I've just moved recently. But knowing your Master, I'm sure I can find everything I need there."

Viggo didn't say another word and just turned around, gesturing with his hand for Jon to follow him.

~~~~~

Jon smiled as he looked at Viggo, chained up before him. A few hours ago, he hadn't even really known him. And now he was there, chained to the ceiling, arms stretched out over his head, his legs spread as wide as they would go with the spreader bar. Jon pondered the exposed body in front of him, weighing the flogger in his hands. He loved to use the knives, but they were even more effective when used on heated skin. With a smirk he let the strands of the flogger caress the skin of Viggo's back, watching the muscles flinch under the touch of the whip, tensing at the anticipation of the first hit that would eventually follow.

"You are either incredibly stupid or brave to trust me with a knife like that. I have yet to decide which." There was amusement swinging in Jon's voice.

A groan was the only reply that came from Viggo - he was gagged, effectively so and the sound was so sweet to Jon's ears. With a low chuckle, he raised the flogger and brought it down on Viggo's back for the first time that night. A soft one across his shoulders, just enough to be registered through all this adrenaline and the pheromones that were no doubt rushing through Viggo's veins at that moment. He pulled the whip back again, hesitating for a moment as if to ponder where to hit next. He could almost sense Viggo's tension, could almost smell his arousal.

Another second passed before he finally hit Viggo again, criss-crossing the last blow, a lot harder this time. Hard enough to leave a red welt across his shoulders. The next blows followed in quick succession. One after the next, giving Viggo just enough time to take a breath between them. The pattern was random, hitting him everywhere - his ass, back, thighs. It took several blows - Jon had lost count - to draw a muffled scream from Viggo. But finally, it worked. A particularly hard one, the strands circling around his waist, catching his hard cock.

Viggo's body was rocking forwards with the force of the blow, causing a sharp pain to shoot down his arms, shoulders, back. He was biting down hard on the gag, trying to stop the scream, but he couldn't help it. He was shaking, he could feel the sweat literally pouring down his back, tickling, running between his cheeks and down his legs. His back was on fire and he would have screamed several minutes ago. But pet or not - he still had his pride. A youngster like Jon was surely would have to work a bit harder to get what he wanted.

Jon moved closer to Viggo and reached out to run a hand over his back. Perfect. The skin felt hot to the touch and even though Viggo was still stoically silent, Jon could feel the muscles flinch under the touch, the skin twitching as Viggo desperately tried not to move, not to let him know he hurt him - and at the same time aroused him that much. But his body didn't lie and Jon reached around to run one finger down the length of Viggo's erection. The movement was causing his own hard shaft to press against Viggo's backside - an unspoken promise. But there was still one thing left to do.

With care, Jon reached for the belt that he had discarded a while ago and drew his knife from it. It was a simple, straight blade. Sharp. Designed to make precise, small cuts. He carefull let it run down Viggo's right arm, not cutting yet, just letting him feel the blade on the un-heated skin. With his other hand, he removed the gag, waiting for Viggo to catch is breath.

"I want to hear you scream for this, Viggo. If you don't, I'll make sure you will." The last words were punctuated with a squeeze of Viggo's balls, drawing a groan from him. Stubborn... Jon can't help but wonder why Sean was so keen on keeping him.

Viggo's back looked wonderful now. Covered in red welts. He had been careful not to draw blood with the flogger - he would do that with the knife. A toy that was a lot more precise and elegant than a whip or flogger was. He chose a place between Viggo's shoulderblades, right over his spine to make the first cut. He could hear Viggo hissing, holding his breath as the blade of the knife cut into his skin, a few small beads of blood forming along the cut. The sight was too inviting and Jon leaned forward to lick at the cut, tasting Viggo's blood. It tasted of copper - and salt from the sweat that was mixed with it. He moaned against Viggo's back, then gently nibbled along the cut skin, a satisfied smile on his face as Viggo screamed in response, finally letting the pain out.

"Wonderful... Is that what you regularly give your Master? Those sweet screams? The precious taste of your blood? One could almost..." Jon was cut-off mid-sentence as he felt Viggo's body freeze, tense up more than it should. And just a second later he saw the reason for it.

Sean.

Standing in front of them, his anger, fury, visible on his face. Immediately, Jon dropped the knife. He was no match for a vampire Master, not even nearly.

"I think that's enough." Sean's voice was cold, not showing any emotion.

Jon took a step back from Viggo's body and held up his hands. "I didn't mean any disrespect, Sir. I thought your pet was free for the night as he didn't indicate anything that would contradict that suspicion. In fact, he did invite me, even, Sir."

Sean didn't leave Jon any time to react as he moved with the speed only vampires can move with and within a matter of seconds, he had Jon grabbed and pressed up against the wall, his breath hot on Jon's neck. He looked back for a second, over his shoulders, staring at Viggo, indicating that he would deal with him later. After this was over - however it was going to end. "And since when have pets, the lowest of humans, anything to say… Jon?"

"I… I was mistaken, then, Sir." Jon gulped, the proximity of the vampire unnerving to him. What was even worse, he could feel Sean's hard cock pressed against him, only the thin fabric of Sean's pants keeping it from actual contact.

"I hope you like to play, then. I hope you like to receive as much pain as you can give in this case." Another motion, way too fast for anything remotely human, and Sean's pants were down and he pressed into Jon's hole, dry, unprepared as he was.

Jon cried out at the sudden pain, a fire starting in his ass. "Please…" Please what? You surely couldn't expect any mercy from a vampire. Definitely not in this case.

"Please? Oh no, Jon, you touched and harmed my property - and now you will pay for that." Sean thrust slowly in and out of Jon's ass, licking over his neck. "Have you ever been bitten?" He knew Jon never had been, there were no marks, no where on his body. He didn't wait for an answer and with a particularly hard thrust, he sank his teeth into Jon's neck, right into the jugular vein, drinking his blood.

Jon cried out as he felt the teeth breaking the skin, his body shoved against the wall with hard thrusts, scraping skin. He could feel Sean tearing his insides… and then not much. Weightlessness… a strange sense of calm overcoming him as Sean continued to feed. He barely registered Sean coming inside of him as he felt cold, tired… his eyes closing, his mind enveloped by darkness. He felt his heartbeat slowing down… the time between the beats taking much longer every time. And finally, there wasn't a next one, his body going slack against Sean's and he let go.

Sean smirked as he felt Jon dying in his arms. Not wasting any time, Sean reached out and grabbed the knife Jon discarded earlier and slid his wrist. He waited for the first drops of blood to appear, then pried Jon's mouth open and let the blood flow into his open throat. He smiled satisfied as he felt Jon starting to stir, his body arching up to suck at Sean's wrist, drinking the life-giving liquid. Yes, this one would be fun to train. He would allow him to feed from Vigoo for the time being, train him… until he was ready to have his own blood pet. Sean looked at Viggo again, smirking. "I hope you can keep up with two of us, boy." A painful groan was the only response from Viggo and as soon as he was satisfied that Jon wake up soon, he stepped over to Viggo to feed from him, replacing the blood he gave Jon. "I will leave you hanging here for the night. You can think about why you betrayed me. You will serve Jon as well. He's under my command now, he still has power over you." He grinned and grabbed and squeezed Viggo's cock painfully hard. "You understand?"

Viggo looked at Sean, into his eyes, something he didn't do often. "Yes, Master, I understand perfectly." And somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but wonder if this had all been a part of a plan. Sean's plan to get Jon.

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