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Reach, Reach, Reaching

Chris Turpin X Jake Kiszka Slash fic

Warnings: M/M, vouyerism, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering (m!rec), handjobs

Chris sees something not meant for his eyes. He decides to stick around.

(Note: This is all fiction. I am in no way implying these two are together IRL, this is just me having some fun and writing a fic. Don’t like, don’t read and all that jazz.)

Jake was pent up.

That’s all there was to it. Days and days and weeks of being on the road on tour, cramped in a small bus most days left him with little private time to himself. He always had at least one other member of Mirador with him, and it was starting to frustrate him. He caught a lucky break when the others decided to stick around at a bar instead of heading back to the bus.

He feigned feeling tired, slipping away as soon as he could to the privacy of the bus.

What he didn’t know was that Chris had followed him. It was unlike Jake to turn down a night out, and the blonde was worried that Jake might’ve been sick or feeling off in some way.

He thought he was right when he entered the bus, hearing a whimper, only for the whimper to turn into a moan. Chris felt silly, realizing Jake just wanted some alone time. He knew he should turn around and leave Jake be, but something pulled his feet closer, letting him peek through the crack in the door.

Jake laid on his bunk, one hand gripping the sheets while the other was busy between his legs. His breathing grew heavier as he stroked himself in his boxers, the tip leaving a wet spot.

“Fuck,” He whispered, staring through the crack.

At the same time, Jake’s mind was racing with fantasies. A faceless woman, maybe one from the crowd, on her knees in front of him. She morphed into some faces he had seen before, eventually landing on a blonde. He twitched as he thought harder about this blonde. Her eyes a blue-grey and her hair a soft and familiar style now. He gasped as his fantasy shifted into Chris, causing his cock to twitch in his grip.

“Chris…” he groaned, causing the blonde hiding behind the door to hold back a gasp.

Jake’s hips bucked against his hand as he got closer to his peak, his cock throbbing and leaking. He began thrusting up to meet his hand, the blanket rustling with his movements. His strokes become faster, more urgent, chasing his release. Jake’s eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open in a silent cry of pleasure as he came hard, his cock twitching in his hand. The front of his shorts move with each spasm, a damp spot forming where his cock head is pressed against the fabric.

Chris slipped away as soon as he could, his face red and the blood all rushing south. Jake? Into him? He almost couldn’t believe it, had he not seen it himself. He vowed to not peep on Jake again, slipping back into the bar to drink the filthy thoughts away.

-

He didn’t last long. The next time Jake had an excuse to not join the others, Chris was following after. He told himself it was just to make sure Jake was alright, but he knew the truth deep down.

This time was different, though. Jake stripped and then climbed into his bunk, on his hands and knees. He pulled out a travel size bottle of lube from his sheets, pouring some on his fingers before pushing them into his ass with a whine. Chris couldn’t help but let his hand trail down to his cock, palming over it.

Jake’s breath hitched as he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep into his hole, curling and scissoring them to stretch himself open. He let his mind wander again as he rocked back against his hand, his moans muffled in his pillow.

“Deeper… fuck… go deeper,” Jake muttered, clearly absorbed in whatever fantasy was in his head.

A third finger was pushed in alongside the other two, pumping them in and out. Jake’s cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, leaking precum onto the blanket beneath him. Chris fucked against his hand, biting his lips as he watched Jake come undone.

Jake’s body tensed and shuddered as he came, his hole clenching around his fingers as sparks of pleasure shot down his spine. He buried his face in the pillow to muffle his cries, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the blanket beneath him.

“Fuck- ah! Fuck me!” He gasped out, riding the waves of his intense orgasm while Chris did the same, ruining his pants. Finally spent, Jake collapsed onto the bunk, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He slowly pulled his fingers out of his sensitive hole, a shaky moan escaping his lips at the sensation.

He made no move to clean himself up yet, instead basking in the afterglow of his release. Chris snuck away again, feeling shame wash over him at what he did. When he returned to the bus later, Jake was asleep and cleaned up, no traces of what he had done still left.

Chris had trouble sleeping that night.

-

It happened two more times, Chris catching Jake. Each time he’d shamefully get off, telling himself it would be the last time. But then he’d get drawn in again, getting off to it just like before.

This time, though, he was a bit tipsy by the time Jake headed back to the bus. As he crouched in his usual spot, hand down his pants, he shifted a bit. This caused him to get off-balance, falling against the door with his pants still down.

Jake froze, his eyes widening as he saw Chris stumble into the bunk area. He tugged a blanket over his lap to cover himself, not even daring to breathe. Then he saw Chris’ undone pants, and the shame on his face. Putting two and two together, a blush spread across his cheeks. He was mortified, but also strangely excited that he got caught in such a compromising position.

“C-Chris?” Jake mumbled softly, his voice slightly hoarse, “Did you… Were you watching me?”

He waited with bated breath for his response, his heart pounding in his chest. A part of him hoped Chris would say yes, that he’d confess to watching. But another part of him was terrified of possibly ruining the good thing they had.

Chris stood, his face red. He adjusted his pants, clearly still half-hard. He knew he couldn’t deny it.

“Yeah… I… I was.”

He was ready for Jake to yell at him, to hate him for this. Instead, Jake’s quiet words made him do a double take.

“I don’t mind. Y’know, if you keep watching?” His voice was barely above a whisper, “In fact… I kinda… kinda like the idea of being watched like that…”

He sat up slowly, letting the blanket fall away to reveal his naked torso and the tent in his boxers. Jake’s cheeks were flushed, but there was a new intensity in his eyes as he looked at Chris.

“Come in and close the door,” He murmured, gesturing to the spot across from him, “If you want to see… I’ll show you.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, but also a newfound boldness. The air between them was charged with a tension that wasn’t there before, a palpable heat and anticipation.

Chris knew he was giving him a way out. He knew he should take it, should turn and leave. But… He found he didn’t want to say no. Instead, he silently shut the door behind him, and approached Jake’s bunk. He sat at the other end, watching him. He didn’t touch himself yet, giving Jake his full attention.

Jake couldn’t believe this was happening. Emboldened by Chris’ presence, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down, freeing his hard, aching cock. It bobbed slightly as it sprang free, already flushed a deep red. Jake wrapped a hand around it, stroking slowly as he looked up at Chris with half-lidded eyes.

He picked up the pace of his strokes, panting softly as he put on a bit of a show for Chris. The sight of his friend watching him, the heat in his eyes as he took in every inch of Jake’s naked body, only served to turn him on more.

Chris slowly moved his hand to palm his cock through his pants, unsure if he should take his out too.

“I didn’t mean to watch you at first,” He admitted, his eyes never leaving Jake’s hand, “I just… I couldn’t resist.”

Jake shuddered as he felt Chris’ eyes roaming over his body, his gaze burning into his skin. He moved a little faster, more urgently.

“I… I’m glad you didn’t. I think I wanted you to see,” He breathed out, his voice thick with desire.

He spread his legs wider, giving the other man an unobstructed view of his hard cock and heavy balls beneath. Jake’s other hand slid down to cup himself, fondling his sack as he kept stroking.

“Touch yourself for me, Chris,” He urged softly, “I wanna see you too… wanna watch you get off on watching me.” He licked his lips, his chest heaving with each panting breath. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the sound of skin on skin.

Chris did as he was told, as if controlled by Jake’s voice. He shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees, giving himself a few unobstructed strokes.

“Jake… hah…” He groaned, his voice trailing into a whine as he watched Jake play with his balls.

The sight of Chris touching himself for Jake sends a bolt of pure lust straight to his core, making his cock throb and leak even more.

“Fuck, Chris… That’s so hot,” He growled, his voice ragged with desire, “Is that because of me?”

Chris nodded, his breathing heavy and low now.

Jake cupped his balls more firmly, rolling them in his palm as he pumped his shaft faster. The obscene sound of his hand flying over his cock filled the small space, mingling with the creaking of the bunk beneath them and their shared moans and gasps. Brown eyes were glued to Chris’ hand, watching the way his fingers danced over his hard flesh.

He suddenly wondered what it would feel like under his own hand.

“Come closer, Chris,” He urged breathlessly, reaching out a hand towards the blonde.

His cock was flushed a deep, angry red now, the tip an even darker shade as it leaked copious amounts of precum. Jake was teetering on the edge and Chris knew it wouldn’t take much to bring him there. He was hesitant at first, before scooting closer. They were thigh to thigh, and both seemed to wait for the other to make a move.

After a moment, Jake moved first. He slowly trailed his hand over Chris’ thigh, wrapping it around his hard cock and feeling the weight and heat of it in his palm. At the same time, Chris mirrored his movements. Jake shuddered as Chris’ fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip. He let out a low, guttural moan into Chris’ shoulder at the contact, his hips jerking forward into his touch.

His head was tucked into Chris’ shoulder as they jerked each other off, the intimate touch adding to it all. Jake was panting now, breathing in the scent of Chris as he picked up the pace.

“Chris… fuck… you’re so warm and big in my hand…” He moaned, his voice muffled by Chris’ shoulder.

The feeling of their hands on the other’s most intimate place was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of their bodies. Jake nuzzled into his neck, breathing in deeply as he lost himself in the sensation of finally touching Chris, of finally having Chris touch him back. He knew this was crossing a line, but he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. All he wanted was to keep touching Chris, to feel his skin against his own.

Chris knew he was getting close too, and spoke the first thought that came to his mind.

“ I saw you the other day… you took your fingers so well. Were you imagining it was my cock?”

Jake suddenly let out a choked off cry as Chris’ words sent him over the edge, his cock pulsing in Chris’ hand as he came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from the tip, splattering onto his thigh and a little onto Chris’ too as he rode out the intense waves of his orgasm.

“Ah- Fuck! Chris!” He shouted, his body aching with the force of his release. At the same time, he felt Chris’ cock twitch and swell in his hand before coating his fingers and thigh in his hot seed. The feeling of their cum mixing together, the knowledge that he made Chris lose control like that, it all intensified Jake’s pleasure. He stroked Chris through it, milking him for every last drop of his release as their thighs rub together, smearing the mess between their bodies.

Finally, as the aftershocks began to subside, Jake went limp against Chris, his face buried in the crook of his neck. He was panting heavily, his skin slick with sweat and the evidence of their mutual pleasure. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at Chris, his eyes hazy and satiated. A shy, satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“That was… fuck, that was amazing, Chris,” He murmured, his voice hoarse from his cries of ecstasy. He leaned in, nuzzling his head against Chris’, “If you ever want to watch me again… the door’s open.”

the amount of () in joshs caption I can't he's so silly

istg most people who hate on hannah are just jealous that they aren't with sam.. idc I love hannah I think shes so awesome

Sorry for not updating last week. I had the chapter done so I figured I’d get around to posting it while on vacation, but I couldn’t focus on making sure it was edited so I decided to just wait to post. Anyway, we’re here now and have just a few more chapters before things get even more crazy…

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please! This is actually a pretty mild chapter so just a few things to mention: jealousy, maybe a little bit of depression, brotherly banter, my sad attempts at humor, mentions of drinking blood, coping with becoming a vampire, vampire!AU

Word count: 4.2k

A few days of private lessons with Danny on how to be inconspicuous when finding ‘volunteers’ as Danny put it, never having liked using terms like ‘hunt’ or ‘victims’, by his report Josh and Jake were both doing a great job adjusting. Jake mostly, he was a natural according to Danny which Sam wasn’t sure exactly how he felt about that.

Josh was a little more inept at learning the new way of life placed before him, but he kept up with the lessons because he didn’t want to seem like the weak twin. And he wanted to get back to work as soon as possible.

“How did tonight go?” Sam questioned when he got home from his extra long shift. Since the break up he’d been staying back at his brothers’ house. Danny would only allow him to stay somewhere other than with him if Sam agreed to go straight from the bar every night to their house - that was only after he offered to sleep on a cot in the cellar room so Sam could take the bed, but Sam knew he wouldn’t be able to handle sharing a room with him.

Even if Sam believed he’d done the right thing by trying to take a step back and focus on his life right now, his family, he knew he was weak at his core. One little slip up and he’d be back in Danny’s arms feeling the full weight of his guilt come crashing down on him all over again. In the meantime, he spent as much time as he could at the bar to keep himself occupied.

“It was okay” Josh answered with a frown. Tonight Danny had told him if he did well then it would be alright for him to go back to work. With the hope of some normality being restored Josh tried his absolute hardest and it was the first night he’d been able to keep himself under control around fresh blood. He’d been practicing his ‘breathing’ techniques like Danny had taught him. Pretending to inhale and exhale while drawing your focus to something other than the blood before fangs appeared - thinking about Mrs. Peter’s flirting with all of the young cowboys who came into the bar when the rodeo was in town was thankfully doing the trick so far.

He’d been proud of himself, but Danny still looked hesitant when he’d given him the go ahead to ease himself back in. Despite how badly he wanted to get back to his bar, the last thing Josh wanted to do was put his customer’s in harm’s way so he really wished Danny had seemed more sure that he was ready.

“So? Does this mean you’ll try again tomorrow?” Sam asked next as he set his book bag down on the table, assuming from the frustrated face Josh was making that he too was being held hostage here another day.

“No, I’m going in tomorrow. I’ve already called Terry and told him I’d be there as soon as I could”.

Sam’s brows shot up in surprise. It was a good thing to hear that Josh was ready to get back to work, they certainly needed the help, but he’d never admit aloud that now there was just going to be one more thing for him to worry about. Surely Danny wouldn’t have agreed to let him start getting out again if there was any real danger, but Sam was still anxious about it all. “That’s great Josh!” He pushed through tight lips before looking around the otherwise quiet and empty house. “Wait, where’s Jake?”

Josh scoffed, looking through the glass of red wine he often poured himself just to fulfill his need for something familiar. Just because he couldn’t drink it anymore didn’t mean he couldn’t still enjoy the novelty of getting out a glass, pouring a good healthy serving, and carrying it around with you from room to room. “They’re still out” he replied with a dramatic eye roll and swirl of the crimson liquid.

“Still?” It was nearly two in the morning… What more could Jake need to learn that they hadn’t already had the time to practice, especially if Jake was ‘such a fast learner’ as Danny had been praising him for.

As if the universe had picked up the festering bitterness shared between them, the two in question came waltzing through the front door being met with scowls from both Josh and Sam. “Hey Sammy, already home? Were we really out that late?” Jake laughed, hiding the curl in his lips with his hand as he looked up at Danny like a teenager being caught trying to sneak in after breaking curfew.

“You two were gone for hours” Josh groaned before throwing his head down into his hands. “I can not wait to find some work to do tomorrow. Staying here is driving me insane”.

“Come on,” Jake went to his brother and gathered him up into a side hug “let’s give the kids some room to talk shall we?”

Josh grumbled under his breath, something along the lines of really needing that glass of wine right now and how was he possibly to survive eternity sober, but he allowed Jake to carry him off further into the house. Jake tossed one last look in Danny’s direction as they left, a look that made Sam suspicious that Jake knew something he didn’t and it made white hot anger bubble up in his stomach.

“How have you been?” Danny asked when Jake and Josh had more or less left earshot - though they could probably hear them from anywhere in the house if Sam was being honest with himself, and he kept that in mind as he formulated his reply.

“Fine” he bit out. I miss you.

“Sorry we were out so late. Jake had a lot of curious questions and we just got to talking…” Danny cut himself short when he saw how Sam’s face twisted in distaste at the idea of them talking for hours. He and Danny used to talk for hours, and look where it had gotten them. Danny steered the conversation, wanting to talk about him instead of his brother. “How was class? I didn’t get the chance to ask you the other day”.

“I’m a little behind still, but this professor has always liked me so I’ll be fine”. Sam didn’t want to be chit chatting right now, he was too afraid he’d say something that would clue Danny in on the fact that he wasn’t over him. Not by a long shot. So instead he blurted out stupid nonsense without paying any mind how it might sound. “I think he’s got a thing for me honestly”.

Sam forced out a strained laugh. Why the fuck did I say that? He thought to himself. Was he trying to make Danny think he was just some dumb student that would sleep around with their teacher for good grades? Yeah, that’s exactly the type of behavior that would give Danny the impression he was moving on, and make Sam look like an entire tool in the process. He thought he was over that phase of his life now.

“Well, I’ve no doubt you will catch up in no time” Danny skated over the awkwardness that consumed their every interaction, choosing to not put any weight in the inappropriate comment about his professor. “Well, I don’t want to keep you up too late. I’ve got some things to check on up at the house anyway”. With his thumb pointed backwards Danny threw his hand over his shoulder towards the door.

“How are things coming along?” Sam rushed out before Danny could turn to leave. “Any of the rooms look habitable yet?”

A soft smile graced Sam’s lips and Danny found himself staring at his perfect mouth for a few beats too long before shaking his head and clearing his throat. “Oh not yet, but you’re welcome to come over whenever you want”.

He knows that idiot, Danny internally shut himself up. He’d already told Sam the same night he’d packed up all of his stuff and left that he would always have a home there with him. Sam didn’t need reminding, he just needed space, or time, whatever would help him process everything. “To see how the renovation is going I mean” Danny quickly tacked on after a few seconds too long of silence.

And just like that Sam’s smile faded again. “I think I’ll be pretty busy with Josh coming back to work”.

“Of course,” Danny nodded harshly, feeling his curls bounce with the force. Which Sam definitely did not also catch. “I’ll be stopping by tomorrow to make sure everything he needed fixed is done. I guess I’ll see you then?”

Sam’s heart fluttered. Even if they weren’t an item at the moment there was nothing wrong with still wanting to see him around. Right?

“I’ll see you then”.

“Good to see you back behind the bar” Terry actually braved coming out from the kitchen to greet Josh before they were sure to get busy for the night. He’d already overheard word was getting around that Josh was back and people were coming in just to see if it was true. It was a rare occasion to see Terry outside of his ‘habitat’ so Sam came bouncing over as well, throwing his arms around Terry’s slightly pudgy center that was usually covered by his apron and giving him a squeeze.

“It’s good to be back” Josh smiled as he cleaned another beer glass and put it back under the shelf to be used when needed. He’d been doing that all night, buffing one glass after another, or at least that’s what Sam saw him doing every time he found a reason to walk by the bar and inconspicuously check on him.

Sam wanted to play it off as having done such an impeccable job taking care of things while Josh was away that he didn’t have to spend all night going around correcting any errors, but in reality he could tell by the set in Josh’s jaw that standing behind the counter with a fake smile on his face and keeping his hands busy was just about the only task he could handle right now.

Terry pat Sam’s arm to acknowledge his presence and continued his conversation. “Have you decided yet if you want strawberry or chocolate?”

“Strawberry or chocolate for what?” Sam butt in, smiling casually.

“The cake” Terry chuckled like he couldn’t believe either of them had forgotten. “The wife is asking”.

It immediately clicked to Sam what he meant just as Josh abruptly stopped wiping the inside of his next glass. Terry’s wife made a birthday cake for the twins every year, and they always closed early to have the party right here at the bar. He looked past Josh to the calendar of national parks hanging on the wall, scanning his eyes across the page featuring the Great Smokies to find that this Wednesday was indeed their birthday.

“Tell her strawberry will do fine” Josh finally spoke up as he set the towel and glass he was working on down. “Jake loves strawberry, and pink is his color” he joked in his usual fashion before excusing himself and wandering off towards his office.

“Well I better get back in there, those patties aren’t going to grill themselves”. Terry turned to Sam and squeezed his shoulder - his version of the full on hug Sam had just given him.

When the coast was clear Sam snuck into the office, finding Josh slumped over in his chair with a worried look on his face. “Hey, we can come up with an excuse to cancel this year. You can stay home again Wednesday and I’ll kick everyone out of here quickly at closing so we can just celebrate together…” Just as Sam was speaking he started to work himself up as well, realizing that this would be the first of many many birthdays the twin’s would have that didn’t really mean anything anymore.

No, fuck that, I’ve got a limited number of birthdays with them. We can still celebrate.

“We can’t do that” Josh lifted his head up with his eyes still pinched closed and let out a sigh. “I’m supposed to be acting normal right? I can’t cancel my own birthday party and it not raise questions”.

He had a point. The bar staff looked forward to this party every year. Partly because it was the only time they were allowed to drink on the premises for free, and because it was the one night a year Josh let loose and took off his ‘boss cap’. Actually he always made a show of theatrically taking off his metaphysical hat at the end of the night, signaling that the party had officially begun with a round of shots. Tequila. Another drink Josh would likely be bellyaching about no longer being able to partake of.

“Ok, so we're doing this? Wednesday night?”

Though Sam was the last person he needed to pretend to, Josh flashed a toothy smile as he tried to find the positives to their situation. This was still a party after all, everyone was going to be drunk, how well behaved did he really need to be?

“Can’t wait to see what Terry’s wife wears this year. There’s no way she’s beating that green and purple dress from last time”.

Sam laughed at the exact memory Josh was having. The poor lady loved to shop but she never had anywhere to wear the outfits she bought online, so for years now she had been coming to their birthday party in more and more elaborate dresses. She was a sweetheart though and she adored all of them for treating Terry so well.

“You better start planning what you’re wearing now, less you get shown up again at your own party!”

With that crisis seemingly averted, Sam left Josh to work on tidying up his books and went to go see if Danny had come to stop by yet…

The next few days felt like things were getting back to the way they were before Josh took his ‘break’. The excitement of him coming back had all but worn off by now, which meant they were back to being dead between the rushes. No one minded the down time though, that only gave all of the staff extra time to prepare for the party.

“At least we’ll have something to celebrate” Josh commented optimistically with the official passed inspection paperwork from the fire department in his hand. “Tell Danny I said thank you again” he added before noticing the way Sam wiggled anxiously at the idea of talking to him. “Or I can?”

“We haven’t talked since the other night when he stopped by” Sam bashfully admitted. Josh was exactly the last person he wanted to talk to about his complicated relationship situation with, but he was also just about the only person who understood the full reason why they had broken up. Well him and Jake, but Jake had been on the short end of Sam’s shit list for a few nights now.

“He’s trying to give you space you know”. Josh wasn’t about to lecture Sam on what an idiot he was being. Danny was a great guy, they’d all come to understand that after all he had willingly done for their family, but it was more complicated than that. The idea of trying to date anyone now turned Josh off almost immediately. Some day he’d get over it and find someone interesting enough that he wouldn’t care about how fucked up it was to claim a human as his own. Yeah, Danny had very awkwardly tried to explain that to them one night. It wouldn’t have been that weird of a thing to hear about if it hadn’t been his very own little brother he knew Danny was referring to every time he mentioned ‘the last human he called his’.

It was also odd hearing Danny speak about humans like they were a whole other species entirely. Blood, that’s all they needed to survive. Well no sunlight, no wooden stakes to the heart, and no silver ‘unless you want to figure out how bad that shit burns’ Danny had warned. Besides those rules, Josh felt human still. He still felt pain when he stubbed his toe on the couches in the basement because it was so fucking dark down there. He still felt emotions, sad most of the time if he’d admit it, but happy too every once in a while which gave him hope for the future.

And hunger, he still felt hunger. Before he could tell when his body was thirsty or hungry, but now the feeling all combined into one mind numbing throb of his throat. Josh had been sticking to the diet Danny had given them of eight ounces of blood a day. Eight ounces was just enough to be filling considering a new vampire’s heightened appetite, but was also a useful measurement to train on drinking because it was mostly safe for humans to lose that much blood at once. How thankful Josh had been that he didn’t have to figure that number out on his own.

He could drink his allowance all in one go or make it last through the night, but Josh chose to have it in a coffee mug first thing after waking up so that he could heat it up in the microwave making it easier to drink. Actually, he’d even asked Sam to blindly sniff the appliance one night, worried that his constant heating would leave a weird metallic smell behind. Sam said it smelled fine, but even then Josh felt like he could smell it every time he walked near the kitchen. Coincidently, he had no reason to go into the kitchen often anymore, so he avoided it mostly.

“I know. I asked him to” Sam’s reply made Josh finally put the paperwork he’d been looking over away in his desk drawer for proper storing later.

“I get why you’re upset. I mean we’re all upset right?” Except for maybe Jake… “But everyone is trying to move on. Danny is going to move on too, sooner or later, and I don’t want to see how hurt you will be when that happens”.

“Ok, I’ll just keep my feelings to myself then” Sam crossed his arms against his chest and pouted.

“You know that’s not what I meant. What I’m saying is, don’t give him the chance to move on. Not without you at least. The two of you can move on together”.

“And we’ll hold hands as we walk into the bright white light!” Sam grabbed his brother’s hand and turned him around until they were facing the office door, holding up his free hand to shield his eyes like there was indeed a blinding light coming from the hallway. “All those years of passing notes back and forth on the pews, arguing with our Sunday school teacher! We should’ve been paying attention!”

“Alright! Cut the theatrics” Josh pulled his arm free, accidentally jerking Sam backwards a bit.

“Come on,” Sam continued, acting like he hadn’t been startled by Josh’s show of strength. “Everyone’s waiting for us on the other side”.

As much as Sam didn’t want to think about Danny, the longer the night went on the harder it was to not mull over the discussion he’d had with Josh.

The two of you can move on together.

Maybe Josh was right. It was a willful attempt on Sam’s part at trying to convince himself to go and talk to Danny, but he didn’t want to approach him out in the open where every drunk person at this party could come crashing into them at any second.

“Hey Sam! We’re getting low on ice!” Terry called out to him. He was hunched over the cooler trying to scoop out the last few cubes floating around in the water at the bottom. It was only April for crying out loud, and it was already hot enough to melt an entire cooler in an hour. “I’m going to go dump this, will you take the buckets from the bar and get some more?”

Shit, I’ll have to carry those all the way out here. They’re heavy when they’re full of ice. That’s when Sam got a bright idea. “Sure thing!” He beamed at Terry and quickly turned on his heel to find where Danny had slipped away to next.

Danny really had been enjoying himself at the party. Jake of all people had been the one to invite him. He got the message when it didn’t come from either of the other brothers, so he kept his distance the best he could. When Sam ultimately came walking straight towards him though, he couldn’t help but stand frozen with his eyes stretched wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Would you do me?” Was honestly all that he heard come out of Sam’s mouth in that moment. He blinked a couple of times, mouth flapping open and closed a few times too, until he took a shot and replied.

“Of course”.

“Great!” Sam smiled and Danny felt a phantom shock course through his veins. Like his heart was in trying to pound back to life at just the sight of it. “Can you go inside and fill the ice buckets behind the bar then bring them back here?”

It was obvious now that Sam had asked him will you do me a favor. And he had technically already agreed…

“Bring them back here?” Danny looked around at where he was standing, near the tree line away from everyone else. What a stupid thing to ask.

Sam laughed, and suddenly Danny didn’t feel so stupid any more because he would’ve performed a whole circus act had he known he could still get Sam to laugh. “Over there where Terry’s at”.

“Right” Danny agreed and he handed off the bottle of warm beer he’d been holding onto to look like he was drinking like everyone else. Normally Sam wouldn’t condone pouring alcohol on grass, but he walked for a bit until he found a large enough pile of dirt and dumped the whole thing out.

Okay, give him a few minutes then follow him inside. That had been Sam’s plan all along, get him alone so they could talk… but what was he going to say? Sam started to panic as he tossed the now empty beer bottle into a trash can they’d drug outside in an attempt to lessen the amount of broken glass they had to clean up out of the gravel after last year's party.

“Hey Sam!” A sweet sounding southern voice called out his name. Sam turned to see Terry’s wife standing before him in a hot pink fully sequined pantsuit.

“Oh my god”. He stopped in his tracks, momentarily forgetting that he’d been on a secret mission while he pulled her in for a hug. “You look great tonight! Whatever is Terry going to do!”

“Well for starters he can ask me to dance” she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes over to where her husband was working on pulling the cooler back to its designated spot for the night.

“Did you go get that ice?” Terry asked, slightly confused about why Sam was still standing there.

Sam bit his lip between his teeth and glanced over his shoulder. Danny should be done soon, had he missed his chance? “I asked Daniel to do it. I’ll go check on him right now”. With Terry now watching his back Sam had no choice but to follow Danny inside.

Besides the few people that stumbled in to use the bathroom. The bar was dark and empty, and quiet. Quiet enough that as soon as he pulled the back door open and entered the back hallway Sam could hear hushed voices.

“Why don’t we pick up where we left off last time?”

Sam instantly recognized that voice, he’d heard it nearly every night for weeks grating on his last nerve. Diane, once again, wasn’t minding her own business. She must’ve had the same idea as Sam about getting him somewhere alone.

“I’m sorry, but last time wasn’t what you think it was” Danny tried to reason with her politely, and it only made Sam angry that he didn’t just tell her to fuck off. That’s the only way she’d ever understand, didn’t he get that?

“Come on now, what’s the matter?” She playfully sulked in a baby voice that made Sam physically heave. “Is it Sam? I thought you guys broke up?”

“We- we did” Danny stuttered out. Sam was only glad he was still around the corner and couldn’t see the way she probably had her hands snaking all over him.

“Ha! I wasn’t sure you had, but by the way he’s been moping around here I already knew!” She sounded proud of herself for the outstanding detective work. “So what do you say? We can ditch the party. I’ve seen the way Sam’s been avoiding you all night. He won’t even notice you’re gone”.

What a bitchy thing to say, but even Sam knew she was right. If Danny did decide to leave with her now he wouldn’t have much to rightfully say about it. In a fit Sam turned to leave, but just as he reached for the door he kicked over a beer bottle some asshold had left on the floor. With his presence now known to everyone inside, Sam threw the door open and ran back outside.

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hiiii, saw your recent posts I felt like you should be filled in on what all Hannah has done. without getting too into the gritty details– you can find most of the drama & kaflama on here or twitter– basically Hannah displayed extremely gross, racist, and fatphobic behavior in her teen/young adult years, both in her personal life and repeatedly on Twitter. posts that's she's since deleted and apologized for, yes, but which felt like a very half-assed and non-genuine statement to most of us. also, not long after people called her out for those tweets, when a school shooting occurred in Tennessee she proceeded to make a "statement" on the matter and... basically used a tragic and traumatic event to promote her upcoming single. Those two incidents is what personally made me dislike her, because I used to feel like you. Like "why are we giving this so much grief and basically bullying her" then when I did a tiny bit of digging... yeah. She might also be homophobic?? Not 100% on that

All in all I'm not trying to change your mind or tell you what to think or who to support, I'm just relaying info I know about her that maybe you didn't know since you're knew to the fandom. And pointing out that she's proven time and time again that she isn't a good person, and that while she might've changed somewhat (who knows if she genuinely has, we don't know her. nor do we know Sam) she definitely hasn't shown any true growth, just apologizing after getting exposed for being a jerk.

thank you for actually explaining!! I do not agree with these things shes done at all ermm ermmmm

can he spit in my mouth next

I’m sat

HOLYYY FREAK IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

Thanks for tuning in to another chapter of this shit show. It keeps getting worse from here so, I’m sorry?

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please for the love of all that’s good, graphic depictions of grief, aftermath of violence, dealing with character death, shock, guilt, lots of angst, blood, drinking blood, some kissing, vampire!AU

Word count: 6k

Jake you need to come home, it’s Josh.

5:48PM…

*a constant high pitched ringing blurred everything in the background*

6:15PM…

“Sam? Sam what happened?!” Jake was yelling but Sam couldn’t hear him, he just sat immobile with his eyes fixed straight ahead. The knobs on the cabinets were digging into his back but he couldn't feel it. The only thing he could feel was how the blood dried on his hands stuck in the curls on Josh’s head as he stroked his hair back and forth, back and forth… waiting for the sun to go down.

“We need to get him to the hospital!” Jake’s frantic voice finally broke through the buzzing in Sam’s head as he tried to pry his twin’s limp form from Sam’s hold.

“No!” Sam cried out, feeling his cheeks warm up as tears started streaming down his face again. “We have to wait for Daniel. I’m waiting for Daniel-” his voice trailed off as his pupils constricted, giving him tunnel vision again. He was staring back ahead, trying to dissociate until Danny came to fix this mess.

Another hour passed and Jake had given up on trying to do anything to get Sam to release his brother’s body. He always thought with all of his professional training he would be able to remain calm in a situation like this. Josh was a clutz, he banged himself up pretty often and he always let Jake patch him up with a steady hand and a clear head. This however he never could have prepared for. Seeing his other half lie lifelessly on the floor.

Working as an emergency room nurse Jake saw his fair share of blood and it never phased him, until now. There was so much blood. All over the kitchen floor, all over Sam’s clothes, and all over Josh. He’d already emptied his stomach into the sink once, Sam not even flinching at the sound of Jake’s wrenching above him.

Now he sat at the table, his back turned away from the scene with his head slumped over in his hands. He knew they needed to call the cops, he wanted to call the cops, but he was still in shock and he feared how Sam might lash out if someone else even tried to come near them.

Josh was… dead? How could this have happened? He needed answers, but the only person who had any possible answers was in even worse shape than he was. Was Sam here when it happened? Is that why he was so out of it right now? Jake was jumping to conclusions, but what else could he do? He clearly wasn’t here.

No, he wasn’t here to protect Josh, and what was he doing instead? Hooking up with just another nobody when he should have been home.

Neither of them really registered the sun setting behind the kitchen window, nor did they realize that all of the lights had still been on until the fiery orange glow that cast shadows was replaced with the harsh artificial light above them. Any minute now Danny would be here, Sam kept telling himself that over and over again as his eyes started to feel heavy.

“Sammy?…” A hoarse but comfortingly familiar voice shattered the silence that had enveloped the house. Both Sam and Jake’s heads snapped towards the sound, watching in shared shock and subject horror as Josh’s eyes blinked slowly open.

“I’m here” Sam choked out, resuming the petting his hand had grown too tired to continue before.

Another sound startled Sam, the chair clattering against the floor as Jake stood up so quickly it knocked over. “Josh?” He called out, so incredibly confused but overwhelmingly happy at the same time that he hadn’t lost the most important person in the world to him. But how could this be happening? Josh was all but dead merely seconds ago, and now he was trying to sit up until Sam pulled him back down into his lap.

Jake wanted to run over to him and throw his arms around his shoulders, vowing to never let go again, but just as he started to take a step towards them the front door was thrown open and Danny came running inside.

“Please! Help him!” Sam finally snapped into some semblance of himself when he saw Danny’s form looming over them, immediately zeroing in on the gash on Josh’s neck.

“I’m so sorry Sam…” Danny muttered, backing away slowly to allow Jake to lower himself onto the floor in front of them in his place.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jake questioned, his fingers brushing against the wound making Josh wince slightly. He hadn’t seen this before, but it was clearly the source of all the blood. It looked like his artery had been torn open yet somehow he was awake and trying to speak.

“Vam-” Josh’s voice cracked and his brows furrowed as he tried to swallow to no avail.

“What?” Jake leaned in closer, trying to get his answers.

“Vampires” Sam spoke up for him, his eyes meeting Danny’s from across the kitchen. “He was attacked by vampires”.

Of course Jake didn’t believe him, at least not at first. But as he followed Sam’s gaze and looked up at Danny who was standing at a distance, watching and waiting until they’d had a second to process, his own eyes widened.

“Is he going to be alright?” Sam questioned Danny, the two of them being the only one’s in the room who’d had extra time to understand this at all.

Danny bit his lip, carefully choosing his next words. “Yes, in a way he will be. He’s in transition”.

Sam choked out another sob and Josh with barely any energy reached up to swipe his thumb across Sam’s cheekbone.

Jake broke then, shouting “please!” to get everyone’s attention. “Will someone tell me what is going on?!”

“I know this is a lot for you to take in right now” Danny was trying to sound as calm and composed as he could, but internally he was just as panicked as Jake was. “I need you to listen to me, if Josh doesn’t drink human blood by the time the sun comes up tomorrow morning then he will die”.

“Why are you saying this?” Jake began to cry as well, so absolutely terrified of losing his brother again.

“Here”. Sam reached for Jake's hand, pulling him closer and using his support to help stand up as they traded places while holding Josh’s head up.

Jake dried his eyes on his shoulders, the only comfort he had now being Josh’s weak grasp on his pant leg. “Wait, what are you doing?” He questioned when he calmed back down a bit, watching as Sam pulled his hair into a bun at the top of his head, a determined look in his eye.

Danny quickly caught on to what Sam was intending to do and pulled him aside in an attempt to talk to him one-on-one. “I don’t think that’s a good idea” Jake still managed to overhear him saying. “He won’t have much control, and it’s not been long since the last time…”

“I don’t care”.

“Sam, I can help him find someone-”

“No” Sam abruptly shut him down. “I’m not letting my brother feed on some stranger”.

“Well then maybe we can just give him some in a glass”.

“Does it look like he can drink from a glass right now?” Sam spat out in defiance. “He can hardly hold his eyes open!”

While the two of them were arguing, Jake took it upon himself to find a solution of his own. He searched the area around him for something he could reach to help, his eyes landing on the handle of a knife left sitting out on the kitchen counter just above him. Blindly and as stealthily as he could to not jostle Josh in his lap too much he reached overhead and grasped for the knife, his fingers brushing against the cold steel before he gripped the handle and brought it down.

Just as Sam proved there was nothing Danny could say to stop him he turned back towards his brothers, the air being knocked out of his chest when he saw Jake running the blade against his wrist.

Jake wasn’t sure he really believed them, but he’d do anything to save Josh now. Anything to right his wrong. So as crimson started to pour from his cut he turned his wrist over and pressed it firmly against Josh’s bluish lips.

“Come on Josh, you need to drink it” Sam encouraged him, getting back onto his knees in front of them as he watched the blood run in a line down his chin. In an attempt to help he used his thumb to pry his lips apart, and Jake quickly replaced his wrist as Josh finally closed them back around the hot skin.

As if what little energy Jake had left was flowing from him into Josh, he lifted his arms and wrapped his hands around the wrist at his mouth, his tongue poking out to lap at the opening where blood was still flowing out.

“That should be enough” Danny instructed, still watching from a distance to see if they’d be able to handle it on their own. “Sam” he spoke louder when Josh didn’t even try to stop.

“Hey, you’re ok” Sam cooed, urging Josh to regain focus. “It’s going to be ok”.

Josh released Jake’s arm who pulled it back and accepted a towel Danny offered him to wrap tightly around his cut. He licked his lips and swallowed again, feeling the numbness in his throat subside as warmth trickled down into his stomach.

“Thank you” Josh began to regain control of his voice and muscles as he slowly sat up and wrapped his arms around Sam’s shoulders.

“You scared me” Sam was still shaking as he reciprocated the hug, meeting Jake's equally teary eyes.

Danny put his hand on Sam’s shoulder, helping each of the brother’s back to their feet one by one. “Come on, let's give him a chance to clean up in the shower then we’ll all talk”.

Josh nodded his head, allowing Jake to place his arm over his shoulder and walk with him towards his room and en-suite bathroom.

Sam and Danny spent the time that Josh was showering to clean up the mess in the kitchen. They ultimately decided to just throw the towels away that they’d used to soak up the pool of blood instead of attempting to get the stains out. With everything double bagged in a kitchen trash bag and then in a large black lawn bag Danny offered to take it out to the trash while Sam and Jake went upstairs to also change.

“So Danny is a vampire?” Jake asked once he’d pulled an old black t-shirt over his head, having tossed a change of clothes for Sam to borrow onto his bed. Sam didn’t respond, he didn’t want to start this talk alone but he knew Jake wasn’t going to just drop it that easily. “Seriously Sam? Just when we thought you were getting your shit together”.

“What do you want from me Jake?” Sam turned around and hissed, “Vampire or not, Danny is a great guy. This wasn’t his fault…” The last part he didn’t sound so convinced about. It was like he was also trying to make himself believe it too.

“But he knows why this happened?” Jake continued. Of course he knew there was something else Sam and Danny wasn’t telling them, Jake was too smart to not have his suspicions.

“Let’s just go back downstairs. We’ll explain everything”. And with that Sam pulled the pants on Jake had offered him, not even waiting until he’d finished buttoning them before he was already turning and making his way out the door.

Everyone regathered in the living room, having had enough of the kitchen setting even with the evidence of what had happened almost completely erased. Danny could still smell the faint remnants of blood though, and he’d been stiff as a board trying to be on his best behavior now that everyone was all looking at him for answers.

“Josh?” He began tenderly and cautiously, “do you remember what happened?”

The eyes in the room shifted to where Josh was curled up in the chair with a blanket draped around his shoulders. His hair was still dripping wet from the shower, but for once in his life he didn’t seem phased by the state he was in. “A man,” he began with a crinkle between his brows as he tried to remember every detail he could before it all went black. “Last night I got home from the bar. I couldn’t sleep so I was having a glass of wine in my office when someone knocked at the door”.

“And you let him into the house?” Sam interrupted, though it didn’t quite hit him that he was the only one who really knew the implications of inviting a stranger into your home since he’d met Danny. He and his brother’s were raised in southern hospitality. When some came knocking at your door you let them in with a smile.

“He said he was a detective” Josh used as an excuse for his ignorance - though he couldn’t have known any better. “He was dressed in a suit and he showed me a badge. Said he was investigating a missing person case and the last place they were seen was the bar so he wanted to ask me a few questions. So of course I let him in. I grabbed my glass of wine and led him into the dining room. I asked if he wanted anything to drink and left him at the table to put on some tea. When I came back we talked for a little while. I kept drinking my wine, and let me tell you I’ve had more than one glass of wine after coming home, but this one must’ve really hit me because I started to feel really light headed”.

“He must have spiked your glass with vampire blood” Danny explained. “It can have mind altering effects on humans”.

“And if you die with it in your system…” Sam started to add, but Danny squeezed his hand to quiet him. The last thing they needed was a brand new vampire with little to no impulse control knowing how the transformation process worked.

Josh had already understood what Sam was going to say though, and he realized that whoever this was, they had meant to turn him on purpose. He swallowed hard, still feeling the soreness even though his wound had magically healed already, and finished his story. “I excused myself to get my own cup of tea, and I was getting ready to cut up some lemons for it when he grabbed me from behind and bit me in the neck. Next thing I know I’m waking up on the floor and well, yeah”.

“So do you know who this was?” Jake spoke up next, looking at Danny as he avoided eye contact with Sam. “Why come here? Why us?” He used us liberally even though Josh was the only one who was hurt because Jake considered an attack on any of them was an attack on them all.

“I can’t say for sure without more information,” Danny answered straight, watching as Jake huffed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “But, I don’t think Josh was the one he was after. I think it was supposed to be Sam”.

Jake finally looked up and met his youngest brother's gaze, his eyes wild with hearing that after what had already happened they were still in potential danger. He didn’t care about details anymore, he just wanted to protect his family. “So what do we do?”

“You two should be safe here now, just don’t let anyone else who you don’t know into the house. And do you have a basement?”

Jake nodded his head, opening a mental tab to take notes on Danny’s instructions.

“Josh should set up a room down there, no sunlight can get in”. Danny turned to speak to Josh directly now, making sure he understood the living conditions he’d have to abide by from now on. “You won’t burst into flames but it’ll burn, like hell”. He waited for him to nod as well, then continued with Jake who was the most alert out of the bunch. “Make sure he goes down before the sun comes up, and if the door has a lock, lock him in there. It will take some time for his mind to get used to the new sleep cycle and if he wakes up during the day he can get confused. It’s for his safety and your own”.

“I will” Jake assured him, but Josh quickly voiced his own opinion on the matter.

“Jake! You have to work! You can’t be here taking care of me. And what about the bar? Who’s going to open for lunch? Terry can’t handle it by himself every day!”

“I’ll call in the morning and tell them I need to take the week off” Jake replied without hesitation. “It’ll be fine, I know a few people who have been looking to pick up some hours anyway. This is where I should be”.

“And I’ll keep an eye on the bar for the time being” Sam chimed in. “Terry and I can take turns opening. And Danny can help me close up until we get all of this figured out”.

“I’ll be able to go back to work right?” Josh looked like he could tear up as he looked at Danny for support, but he wasn’t sure he was even capable of something as simple and human as crying anymore. “I mean, at night right?”

“Eventually, but it would be best to take a few days to adjust. You’ll feel ill for a while until your body accepts the transformation, and then you’ll be hungry…”

If Josh didn’t already look frightened, he really did now. How was he supposed to just ‘adjust’ to needing to drink blood to stay alive? If he could even call what he was now alive at all. He already felt it, like his stomach was full of bile that needed to be expelled but he didn’t want to throw up now, not in front of everyone so they could worry about him even more.

Jake stood and placed his hand on Josh’s blanketed shoulder, the same one that was now bandaged up at the wrist. “I’ll take care of it. I can run by the hospital and take a couple of blood bags. We go through them all the time no one will notice if a few are missing”.

“So it’s settled then. The two of you stay here, lay low, and we’ll check in every day. Sam’s staying with me, it’s the safest place for him to be right now”.

It wasn’t ideal. None of it was. And there were still so many unanswered questions no one had the energy to continue to debate it right now. Even if they spent all night talking about it, nothing would change. Josh was a vampire. The only thing they could do now was accept it and try to move on, together.

“Fucking hell. This shit is harder than it looks” Sam grumbled to himself as he entered in the bar tickets for the fourth time, having had to start over every time he messed it up since he didn’t know how to stop in the middle to fix it. He squinted again at a receipt smudged with the rim of a glass, trying to decipher the tip amount so he didn’t accidentally over or under charge anyone.

“That’s an eight, not a three” Diane pointed a pink manicured nail to the first digit scribbled on the tip line. She’d finished her closing duties nearly an hour ago, so she had just been hanging around watching Sam struggle with a smug grin on her face before she decided to actually get up and help him.

“Right, thanks” Sam tried to act truly grateful, even though all she’d done all night was try to make this job ten times harder for him. What was her deal with him? She had gotten ten times worse recently.

“Where’s Josh anyway? Haven’t seen him in a few days?” She asked, her tone switching to sounding sincere. Contrary to her never ending competition with Sam, she quite liked Josh… and she needed this job so if something was wrong she wanted to know if it was time to jump ship before it sank.

“He’s not been feeling well. Took the week off to recover but he should be back soon”. It had been three days since Sam found Josh laying in a puddle of his own blood, having been turned into a vampire against his will by some unknown enemy that may or may not still be after them. None of that was any of Diane’s business though, so he stuck to the same cover story he’d been using on everyone else who asked where their beloved ball of sunshine was. Hopefully Josh would retain his jovial attitude in his return, otherwise his favorite customers would easily be able to detect something was off with him.

“Are you ready?” Danny came up from behind Sam, Diane’s eye falling on his hand that came to rest on Sam’s hip before she rolled them and left to gather up her jacket and bag.

“I think I’m almost done” Sam replied, tidying up the stack of receipts and paper clipping them together to put into the folder in Josh’s office along with the cash bag in the safe. “Hey, do you think we can stop by and see them for a bit? Terry is opening tomorrow so I have a few hours to spare”.

“Of course, I’m sure Josh would like an update on things here anyway”. Danny had been continuing fixing up everything on their list even while Josh was stuck at home. He needed to keep an eye on Sam anyway, so there was no better place for him to be.

With everything locked up they headed to his brothers’ house, Sam growing more and more quiet the closer they got to the neighborhood until he was parked outside and staring at the lights shining through the windows. They were home. Of course they were, where else would they be?

“He’s going to be happy to see you” Danny tried to read Sam’s thoughts based off of his facial expressions, or lack thereof. Sam wasn’t worried about that though, Josh loved him to death - and after, he knew that hadn’t changed. What did worry him was seeing his brother in this state. He knew Josh had transformed but how much of him had changed? He needed to find out sooner or later.

When they made their way to the door, Sam took the lead and knocked, his fists clenching and relaxing over and over again at his sides as he waited for one of them to answer the door. It was Jake who ultimately cracked it open and stuck his head out, cautious of who could possibly be visiting at this hour.

“Sam?” He answered, though he didn’t pull the door open any wider.

“Hey, can we come in for a bit?” Sam asked, his eyes already trying to look past Jake to see if Josh was nearby.

Jake nibbled on the bottom of his lip for a moment. He looked like he was about to try and find an excuse to tell them no, but after a moment he sighed and stepped aside. “Yeah, come in”.

What’s his deal? Sam wondered as he crossed the threshold first, thinking it odd that Jake was wearing a sweater when it was hot enough to make his hair stick to his forehead. “Everything alright?”

“Hmm?” Jake acted like he didn’t know why Sam was asking that. He closed the door behind Danny and adjusted the ends of his sleeves down around his palms before taking them both to the living room where Josh was.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were stopping by!” Contradictory to Jake’s weirdness, Josh looked excited to see them as he jumped up from the chair and pulled Sam into a tight hug.

“Yeah, we decided to come see you” Sam wrapped his arms around Josh’s too but he had to tap on his back to get him to loosen his grip. “Ouch Josh, you’re squeezing me like a gorilla”.

“Right, sorry seems I don’t know my own strength anymore” Josh pulled back, flashing him a toothy smile.

“It’ll get easier to regulate yourself” Danny said as he too got a hug from Josh.

Maybe nothing really had changed… Sam thought to himself as he watched the two of them hug and laugh as Danny filled him in on where they were with the repairs. He started to feel less worried, at least that was until he looked over at Jake again who was reaching over to clean up a dirty plate from the coffee table and caught a glimpse of something on his wrist.

Sam followed him into the kitchen, the other two hardly even noticing they had left the room. When Jake dumped the scraps into the trash and left the plate in the sink Sam caught his arm and pulled up his sleeve before Jake could shove him off. “Sam! Don’t!” He shouted, alerting Danny and Josh who both found their way to them in just a few seconds.

“What the hell is this?” Sam exposed a unique looking pair of puncture marks on Jake’s wrist, ones that matched a still healing wound he himself had on his inner thigh.

“It’s exactly what it looks like” Jake snatched his arm away and pulled his sleeve back down to cover it again, though in the harsh pull of the material it exposed another bite on his collar.

“Jesus Jake, another?!” Sam pointed at his neck and Jake tried to hide that one too with his hand. “You’ve been letting him feed off of you?”

“And! What else was I supposed to do? Just let him suffer?” Jake spat back in defense.

“No! But it's dangerous! Why didn’t you call us?”

“Because I have everything under control. We’re fine Sam, you see? So why don’t you two just leave already!”

“Jake-” Josh tried to speak, but he himself felt just as guilty about putting Jake in danger. He’d just been so thirsty, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt anyone. So when Jake kept insisting he didn’t know what else to do.

“Come on, give them a break. Jake looks fine”. Danny tried to calm his boyfriend but Sam only slapped his hand away and ran out of the house. “Are you ok?” He stayed behind to ask Jake.

“I’m fine” Jake bit out. He knew how much blood loss a body could withstand, and Josh hadn’t gotten anywhere close to actually harming him. He was just taking care of what he needed to.

“And you?” Danny asked Josh next, who didn’t respond in time. “I’ll come over tomorrow night and teach you how to feed safely. Just please try to stay in control until then”. Josh’s face scrunched into frustration and he stormed away, Jake following closely behind leaving Danny to go chase after Sam himself.

“I can’t believe him!” Sam fumed as he sped towards Danny’s house. “What if something had happened? How does he think Josh would be able to live with himself if he hurt him?”

“It’s my fault” Danny tried to shift the blame so Sam wouldn’t be mad at his brothers. “I should’ve known the blood bags wouldn’t last long. New vampires always go through more than they need”.

“See!” Sam only continued to get more and more mad. “Jake thinks he can handle this, but what if Josh loses control? What then?”

“This is actually a pretty good thing, if Josh is drinking from the vein instead of a cup then that means he’s handling his transition really well. The bites looked even, his fangs must’ve come in all the way by now. It’s time to teach him to start hunting”.

Sam’s grip tightened on his steering wheel as he pulled up to Danny’s house and he threw the car in park before turning to Danny with a scowl on his face. “I need you to have my back on this Daniel. You don’t know them like I do, this isn’t a good thing”.

“I do,” Danny sighed, once again feeling guilty for not knowing how to help them the right way. He’d never done this before, having refused over the years to turn anyone despite the few that had asked him to. “I’ll say something to him tomorrow, is that alright?”

“Yes” Sam exhaled as well, letting his hands fall off the steering wheel into his lap.

“I’m sorry you’re upset” Danny reached over and tucked some of the loose ends from his bun around his ear. “How can I make it up to you?”

“I just want to go to bed” Sam answered, popping his door open and stepping outside, not even waiting for Danny to follow him as he marched over to the side of the house and stood outside the cellar doors until Danny joined him and unlocked the padlock around the handles.

Danny let Sam enter first, making a solo trip into the house to check on a few things, and also give him a little bit of space to cool off. When he made his own way down into the room Sam was already in bed, his hair let down and his back turned away from the door with the blanket pulled up high around his shoulder. He crawled in next to him slowly in case Sam was already asleep, pausing to brush his fingers against the top of his back just so he could feel the way his body moved with each deep breath.

Though he had dozed off waiting for Danny to come down, Sam rustled first then rolled over. With sleep still trying to pull him under, Sam blinked up at the faint outline of Danny’s form covered in a soft glow from the night lights. One hand reached forward and his palm slid against Danny’s jaw who leaned his head into the touch and closed his eyes. Sam pulled him closer, connecting their mouths as Danny came to lay down next to him.

“I’m sorry” Danny apologized again, his voice a quiet tickle against Sam’s lips.

Sam knew he should probably say something, tell Danny it was alright to ease a little bit of his guilt, but what could he possibly say that would make all of this alright? He had willingly put himself in harm’s way when leaving with Danny the night they met, but he hadn’t expected his brother’s would also suffer the consequences of that rash decision. Maybe guilt is what they needed to feel, guilt for rushing into this relationship without thought to who else could get hurt along the way.

For tonight though, Sam didn’t want to feel guilty anymore. He’d felt guilty most of his life for things that were ultimately out of his control. He has thought that with Danny at least, he was finally in some sort of control. If gambling with his life was any way to gain jurisdiction over fate.

Not wanting to think about blame or guilt anymore, Sam pressed his lips against Danny’s again. Danny kissed him back, not knowing how Sam had gotten over his anger so easily but unwilling to stop and question it as he slid his arm between Sam and the mattress and held him closer. Sam parted his lips, deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue that Danny responded to by allowing him inside.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other until Sam needed a break to catch his breath. Danny could feel him pressed up against his thigh hard and hot but he didn’t make a move, allowing Sam to call all of the shots tonight. Although Sam had initiated the make out, there was something different about the way he clung to Danny. The way his eyes looked distant and unfocused. Danny chalked it up to all the stress he was under, but a little voice in the back of his head warned him that wasn’t the extent of it. Whatever it was that had Sam acting this way, it frightened him.

“Good night Daniel” Sam whispered, loosening his grip and rolling back over into his sleeping position without another word.

There were still a few hours until dawn, so Danny watched Sam’s back waiting for his breaths to even out again before he sat up and raked his fingers through his curls with a sigh. He could go back upstairs for a while. Take out his frustration on one of the many unfinished projects he had up there, but even in his sleep he didn’t want to leave Sam down here alone. His eyes searched the dimly lit room for something to occupy his mind in the meantime, scanning over the books on the shelf across from the bed until he remembered the one Sam had pulled out and set on the nightstand.

Danny picked the book up and carefully turned over the cover, already knowing what was on the other side. In faded black ink was his father’s name written, something he often did with the books he added to his collection to show their ownership. He examined each letter, every detail of his father’s penmanship from the loop of his ‘g’ to the arch of his ‘r’, and when he was done he turned the next page over and began to read.

It was nearly noon when Sam woke up. Or at least that’s how late it felt, his body feeling heavy and stiff with all the sleep he’d finally managed to get. Danny was still next to him, asleep himself now with a book turned over on the last page he’d read resting against his unmoving chest. He didn’t need to breathe when he slept, so he laid there like a statue with his features carved into a blank expression leading Sam to believe he didn’t get to dream in his sleep either. How boring that must be, having all the time in the world but never getting to dream. He’d go insane.

Sam didn’t think he’d be able to wake Danny, but he was still careful as he climbed out of the bed and tiptoed around to the other side so he could pick up the book and set it back onto the nightstand. He slipped a piece of paper between the pages so Danny would know where to pick back up reading, though he was surprised when he saw which book it was Danny had selected to begin last night. He would have to ask him how it was later.

Today he had to go home for a while. Do some laundry and pack another week’s worth of clothes in his duffel bag. He also needed to go grocery shopping since Danny didn’t have any reason to keep much food stocked in the house. Just as he was pulling his jeans on he heard his cell phone vibrating and when he saw who the contact was he answered it right away.

“Jake?”

“No, it's me” Josh’s voice came through the other end, making Sam grab the phone from where he had wedged it between his ear and shoulder as he put his shoes on.

“Josh? Why are you calling on Jake’s phone? And in the middle of the day?”

“Well, I broke my phone…” Josh vaguely answered his first question but ignored the other. “Sam, I need you. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad”.

“What?” Sam stood up, the laces on his shoes still undone but he didn’t pay them any mind. “What happened?”

“Please…” Sam could hear the tremble in his voice even through the phone. “Just come over, quickly”.

With a glance in Danny’s direction Sam debated trying to wake him up, but the sun was out. What was Danny going to be able to do right now?

“Stay on the phone with me” he replied, grabbing his keys and his wallet and slipping out the door by himself. “I’m on my way”.

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