Both Alike in Dignity

A/N: This was a fun chapter to read and re-write again. Sexual tension ftw. Thanks very much for the reviews and the continued support, it pretty much makes my day. Reviews make for a snuggly Jasper. ;D

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Chapter Six

The room smelled of rot, human, semen and sweat. It hit Sebastian as soon as he walked in the door, strong enough that his nose wrinkled. If it was bad for him, he couldn't imagine how Jasper felt. Sebastian eyed the bed – it had been changed, but he didn't even want to know how many people had fucked on it. The fluids that had been spilled on it. His nose told him enough, even if he couldn't see anything untoward.

Sebastian paused at the threshold, considering the benefits of just duelling it out with Blaine compared to spending a night in this room. He hovered, unable to make himself take a step onto the filthy green carpet.

Jasper pushed him hard into the room, making his mind up for him. He shut the door behind him, the greasy motel key clutched tightly in his fist. He flipped on a light and they both looked around the dingy room with a mix of disgust and hopelessness.

There was mould above the door, a damp patch of it. Sebastian dreaded to think what the bathroom would be like. The carpet felt sticky under his feet. He didn't even want to know what had been spilled on it. Sebastian eyed the bed like it was a snake. Was he actually expected to lie down on that? He could just stay awake. That seemed preferable to going near that bed. Ever.

“Stop curling your lip like you were just pushed into a pile of dog shit,” Jasper said, dropping the key onto the bedside table. He deposited his wallet next to it.

Sebastian's gaze snapped up from the bed, focusing on Jasper's broad, muscular back. He scowled. His eyes narrowed. “And I suppose you're right at home. Excrement is a dog's perfume, right? Why don't you just roll around in it?” he asked, sneering.

Jasper froze. He turned slowly, his eyes fixing on the other intensely. He took a step forward, sneering right back when Sebastian held his ground. Jasper growled, low and menacing.

The hairs on the back of Sebastian's neck stood on end. He forced himself to stay in place, holding Jasper's gaze.

“Don't ever call me a fucking dog again,” Jasper said, his voice low and menacing.

Sebastian hesitated. He didn't want to back down, but Jasper's proximity made him shift uncomfortably. His spine straightened. He refused to look away, getting into a fucking staring contest with the other male, his dark eyes meeting the wolf's light grey-blue. Then, Jasper's eyes flashed yellow and he let out a low, resonant growl.

Sebastian twitched and gave up. He looked away, and he immediately hated himself for it. He drew his hand into a fist, digging his nails into his palm. “Oh, sorry, did I hit a nerve?” Sebastian asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It made him feel a little better, but they both knew who had won this little exchange. Sebastian deflated a little. He felt small, standing in the middle of the room with Jasper watching him.

A pause drew out between them, the silence heavy. Sebastian couldn't bring himself to speak again; if he spoke, something would shatter between them. He wasn't sure what it was. And all Jasper did was look at him, eyeing him obviously from head to toe, like he had a right to it now that he had won.

Sebastian clenched his fists harder, his muscles tensing under the scrutiny. He held his breath and let it out again in a long whoosh of air when Jasper stepped closer. His heart pounded in his chest. He could feel Jasper's breath hot against his throat, not touching but so close that Sebastian's skin tingled. Goosebumps raced across his skin.

Immediately, Sebastian's hands came up, resting on Jasper's chest like they had a mind of their own. Internally, he struggled, his body at odds with his mind. Then, the physical and the mental aligned correctly and his spine snapped straight. Sebastian shoved Jasper away hard enough that the other fell back onto the bed.

“What the fuck was that?” Sebastian asked, his hand flying up to where he'd felt Jasper's breath. It still tingled, just a ghost of sensation, warmth.

Jasper grinned up wolfishly from the bed, spread across it like a particularly delicious platter. Sebastian couldn't help the way his eyes lingered.

“I was learning your scent,” Jasper said, like it was obvious. Like he was fucking stupid. “In case we get separated.”

Sebastian just stared dumbly at the other. “Oh,” he said. He wasn't sure whether to feel violated or like an idiot. Maybe both. Jasper made it sound like the most natural thing in the world, but it was his neck. Things happened when vampires and necks got involved. Intimate, inappropriate things. Things that would have made him blush if he'd had enough blood. He was past all that. He just took blood. He wasn't the sensual sort. The sexual sort.

Realising that he was still standing in the middle of the room like a fucking idiot, Sebastian decided to check the bathroom. He crossed the room silently, ignoring the way that Jasper was sprawled out on the bed. He could feel the other man's eyes on his back. Sebastian opened he bathroom door with trepidation and peered inside. It wasn't as bad as he had feared. The shower curtain needed to be burned, but he could probably use the shower. Maybe. One glance at the toilet and Sebastian was infinitely grateful that he no longer ate digestible food. He wouldn't go near that cesspit with a ten foot pole.

“I hope you don't need to use the bathroom anytime soon,” Sebastian said, turning. “Jesus!” He jumped nearly a foot in the air when Jasper was right fucking behind him. What was it with werewolves and creeping up on him? He sprung back a step.

“Scared?” Jasper asked, cocking a smug eyebrow and smirking. He peered around Sebastian and into the bathroom. That wiped the smile off his face. He grimaced at the state of the toilet and went over to flush it. That didn't seem to help. The stench was overpowering. Jasper immediately went to wash his hands.

“No,” Sebastian said, scowling. “Just wasn't expecting it.”

Jasper laughed. “That would kind of be the definition.” He eyed Sebastian in the mirror. The other was so fucking pale. It seemed impossible.

“Shut up,” Sebastian snapped. He turned smartly on his heel and prowled back into the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door behind him. Sebastian eyed the bed again, then decided that the wall was better. He leaned against it and crossed his arms protectively over his chest. There was still no way that he was going near that damn bed.

Jasper followed, leaving the bathroom door open just to piss Sebastian off. He sat gingerly on the bed – he'd probably already been infected by whatever diseases it had. He looked at Sebastian, a contemplative expression on his face.

“What?” Sebastian asked. He was getting thoroughly irritated with the way that Jasper was always staring at him.

“Come here,” Jasper said, gesturing for the other to come closer.

Sebastian stood up a little straighter and stared suspiciously at the wolf. “Why?” he asked. He refused to move until he knew what the other wanted. Especially after that 'scenting' stunt.

“You need to feed,” Jasper said.

Sebastian looked at him blankly. Unless Jasper had grabbed someone when he wasn't looking and hidden them under the bed, he didn't see why that statement required him to go near the disgusting thing.

Jasper rolled his eyes. “So come over here and you can feed from me,” he said, holding his wrist out and shaking it like a he was offering a dog a treat.

Sebastian stiffened. “No,” he said. “I don't want to.” It might have been childish, but feeding from Jasper seemed too intimate. He eyed the other's proffered wrist. Just that made him hot with hunger. His stomach twisted painfully.

“Don't be fucking stupid,” Jasper snapped. “You lost a lot of blood last night, and you're so white that you look like you're dead. We haven't got time to go prowling around for someone and I don't wanna risk it anyway. Just get over yourself and take a little from me, it's convenient.”

Sebastian licked his lips and hesitated. He stepped forward before he consciously made the decision to give in. Once he'd taken one step, it was like he couldn't stop. He took another, and another, until he was right at Jasper's side, standing beside the bed.

Jasper reached up and gripped his wrist, tugging him down firmly. Sebastian could have resisted, but the promise of blood sang to him. He sank down onto the disgusting bed without further protest, just focusing on not letting on how much he wanted it. His body hummed for it.

“Okay,” Sebastian said, like it wasn't obvious that he'd agreed the moment he had stepped away from the wall. “Only because we don't have time for anything else.” He shook his wrist free from Jasper's firm grip and reached for the arm the other offered. Sebastian hesitated again. It had been so long since he had done this with someone knowing, willing, consenting.

The hesitation must have shown on his face, because Jasper rolled his eyes again. “What, you a timid bloodsucker now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sebastian glared and raised Jasper's wrist to his full, pale lips. “I'm not timid, just not used to doing it like this,” he muttered. He was so hungry that his teeth ached. Needy. There was no other way to describe it. What he was feeling was pure, intense need. He licked his lips, shivering with anticipation.

“Will you just fucking get on with it?” Jasper asked, clenching his hand into a fist a few times, a pumping motion that made the veins on his arm stand out nicely.

Sebastian stared at them, and he could swear that his stomach rumbled. Fuck, he needed it. He shifted forward. “I'm doing it,” he snapped, narrowing his eyes. He couldn't do it with Jasper prodding at him every five seconds. It was too intimate. He couldn't just sink his teeth in and be done with it, it wasn't that simple.

“Fuck, what is this, foreplay? It's real simple. All you gotta do is sink your teeth or whatever into my arm and suck my blood. Doesn't sound too complicated,” Jasper said, shifting restlessly.

“Shut up. Just shut up and I'll do it, okay?” Determined, Sebastian allowed his fangs to descend. The ache of it was erotic. His body knew what was going to happen. It left him half-hard, and that made him flounder. He didn't want Jasper to see, and if the other did, he didn't want him to think that it was because he was attracted to him. That would be way too fucking awkward.

In the end, he just gave up. He needed to feed. It was probably going to make him hard. He just needed to deal with that – there was nothing he could do. Jasper would probably make fun of him, but it would be worth it. He would feel so much better if he could just feed.

Sebastian took a deep breath and pulled on Jasper's arm. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against warm, soft flesh. It was so easy to locate the vein. Suppressing a groan,. Sebastian bit.