From a whole new perspective

Chapter III: Running out of patience

Summary:

Jerry hates waiting, Peter is jealous, Charlie is sooooo confused...

Notes:

hello, sorry for late in updating here, too, but I'm sure no one is reading anyway, lol

Chapter III: Running out of patience

Peter decided to sip some other Midori as he stared at the fireplace, losing himself in his fantasies.

- It's just a matter of few days, very few, and Jerry will make me his in the eternal, sanguineus and bloody way I've been wishing for half of my life. And then we'll take good care of Charlie. Oh, Charlie. I would have liked to do oh so much more when he was here, nothing more than a bunch of minutes ago, I would never allow him to leave this room. But we need to take time, doing things slowly, otherwise we'll screw everything up - the gorgeous illusionist pondered, while he stared at the flames that blazed, as impatient as him.

MIdori was over and after crunching some of the left ice cubes, he dialled the most familiar of the numbers in his phone book.

With his vampire reflexes, Jerry answered at half first ring.
He had already finished feasting with Charlie's buddies... or maybe they were just bullies of the quarter. He still had to figure out, the only thing that mattered was that they tasted delicious.

Maybe the braggart attitude made their blood spicier ... or maybe it was the weed of the joints they had smoked.
So what was better, after the ecstasy of blood, than hearing the voice of his lover?

"So what?" he wondered, eager to know.
"Hottie has just left, nothing more than twenty minutes ago and he was rather bewildered." His protégé giggled.
"Oh yeah, I can see from here how distressed he is; he's filling his rooms with garlic!" Jerry informed him, making the human laugh.
"Really? As if it was something that could really save him from you. From us." He sneered.
"Well, let's make him believe it for now. It's so much fun!" Jerry laughed.
"Our first meeting was very interesting." The magician informed him, extending the last vowels of the last word.
"I didn't expect anything different, the boy already proved to be so brave."
"Hell yeah he is! He stole a jacket from someone in a meeting to pretend to be a journalist and ask for an interview with me." Peter made him laugh again.
"Well, he's really creative!" the other said.
"You're right. And he's such a good kisser, too! Yeah, okay, he's not that he kissed me first... and I didn't even give him the time to kiss me back." He admitted.
"Well, you surely didn't waste time." The other chuckled, intrigued.

Jealousy didn't even barely skim Jerry, for two simple reasons.
Peter was too much devoted to him.
That young boy drew his own attentions, too.

"And he seems to have sexy fantasies also about you. He didn't exactly told me what he dreams about, but... c'mon, you don't have to be a fortune teller to guess it!" Peter amazed Jerry with that flash news.
"Good to know." The vampire sneered ,licking one of his hands, still stained with blood.
"Yeah, it' just..." Peter stopped abruptly, sensing something. "You've just fed!" He accused him, feeling insulted.
"What? We are not having a video phone call ...how the hell do you know it?" The vampire asked him in awe.
"I always know it!" The other scoffed. "Who?" He inquired.
"Charlie's friends." Jerry answered vaguely.
"Lucky bastards!" Peter snapped, corroded by jealousy.
Jerry couldn't bear him a second longer.

"Oh please, spare me these tantrums worthy of the eight-year old kid you've been!" He snapped. "Do you really want to put yourself at their same level? Do you really want something so rough, without any poetry? Do you really want to be treated as gross food, mauled and ripped apart, just like a banal piece of meat?"
"Nooo, of course I do not want it!" The other muttered.