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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fright_Night_(1985)
  Relationship:
      Charley_Brewster/Jerry_Dandrige
  Additional Tags:
      Character_Turned_Into_Vampire, Oral_Sex, Hypnotism, Mind_Manipulation,
      Not_Beta_Read, Non-Consensual, or_maybe_it's, Extremely_Dubious_Consent,
      I_Don't_Even_Know, Do_Vampire_glamours_count_as, Mind/Mood_Altering
      Substances, Underage_Character(s), Blood_Drinking, Out_of_Character,
      Because_of_Reasons, blame_the, Mind_Control, Marking, non_cons, First
      Time
  Series:
      Part 4 of Underappreciated_fandoms, Part 2 of Dominion
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-03 Words: 3056
****** Thralldom ******
by Leafling
Summary
     Under Jerry's glamour, Charlie is willing to do to anything.
Notes
                           Definition of Thralldom:
                                      •1
                  A : a servant slave : bondman; also : serf
                   B : a person in moral or mental servitude
                                      •2
                     A: a state of servitude or submission
                      B : a state of complete absorption
                           — thrall•dom or thral•dom
See the end of the work for more notes
Charlie was surprised that Jerry hadn’t bitten him right then and there. That
he left after leaving a hot, bruising kiss upon Charlie’s reluctant lips.
The teen sunk to the floor beside his window, chest heaving as he tried to
catch his breath. He couldn’t believe what had happened. That he’d said yes.
Charlie didn’t sleep that night, or the succeeding nights thereafter. He waits
for Jerry to come for him at the setting of each sun; fear making him
hysterical as he sits against the headboard of his bed, hands gripping his
makeshift stake until he’s got splinters in his palms.
It’s the fourth night since the attack when Jerry finally reappears.
Charlie’s on the fringe of unconsciousness when he hears the almost inaudible
sound of Jerry’s coat fluttering in the wind. The teen startles out of his
reverie and clutches his weapon against his chest. His eyes are bloodshot and
he breaks out in a full-body shiver that has the bed trembling underneath him.
Charlie’s sweating bullets, his clothes are almost soaked completely through by
the time Jerry pulls his window open.
“Good evening,” Jerry says in a way that’s half-menacing and half-comical as he
sets his feet down on Charlie’s floor.
Charlie doesn't laugh because he's holding his breath. He doesn't blink as he
watches Jerry advance upon him in a few short strides. It's unnerving, the way
Jerry moves so quickly and yet so effortlessly. Charlie doesn't think he stands
a fighting chance against the master vampire; Jerry could break Charlie's neck
with a simple flick of his wrist.
Charlie curls up into a pitiful ball, thinking he should have bought one cross
at the very least.
“Hm… it would seem that someone’s a little shy,” Jerry notes, stopping at the
foot of Charlie’s bed to take in the sight of the petrified teen. The vampire
looks awfully amused.
Charlie wishes he wasn’t so afraid; he wants nothing more at that moment than
to wipe that filthy grin right off Jerry’s face.
Naturally, Jerry senses his hostility, his eyes lock onto the stake in
Charlie’s hand and he has the nerve to smirk at the teen. “Is that for me?” He
asks with a tone of delight, “Oh, Charlie, you shouldn’t have.”
Charlie doesn’t respond. He can’t think of anything he could possibly bring
himself to say in a situation like this. Jerry takes advantage of Charlie’s
silence. In a blur of movement, he seizes the teen’s wrist and yanks Charlie
off the bed.
“You know, some people think you’re being really rude, Charlie," He clicks his
tongue, "you haven’t said hello, or even asked me how my day was.” Jerry pulls
Charlie until the teen’s chest is flushed against his own. “And you’ve
got this, too?” He jerks his head towards the stake in Charlie’s hands.
The teen is completely immobilized against him. Jerry doesn’t worry about any
possibility of being gouged, instead he continues to antagonize the boy. “I’m
beginning to think you don’t like me, after all,” Jerry says in a voice that is
meant to sound wounded.
He squeezes Charlie’s wrists hard, forcing the teen to drop the stake onto the
floor by their nearly entangled feet.
Charlie grits his teeth to keep from sobbing out in pain. “You’re a monster!”
He wheezes, body taut like a bowstring against Jerry’s, but he doesn’t resist
the vampire’s hold. Defiance and fury shine in his eyes, but Jerry can smell
pure fear wafting off the teen.
It's so heady, it seems that the scent will never wash off of Charlie’s skin.
“I’ve been called worse,” Jerry remarks fondly.
Charlie curses at him. Cutting right to the chase, the teen snaps, “why didn’t
you just turn me the other night?”
“Where would the fun be in that?” Jerry answers matter-of-factly, a smirk
spreading across his handsome features. “You were so scared. I had you at my
utter mercy.”
Charlie feels nearly overwhelmed by disgust, feeling Jerry’s hand settle on his
lower back. They're an insistent pressure that keeps Charlie’s hips fixed
against the vampire’s own.
“I could have had you anyway I wanted,” the vampire muses, his voice
practically a purr as he leans in close enough to feel Charlie’s labored breath
on his face.
“Then…” he finds himself breathless, like he doesn’t want to ask the question,
but hasto know the answer, “why didn’t you…?” Charlie feels his stomach do a
flip and he tries to lean away and keep from bearing his neck all at the same
time. “Why’re… why’re you making me wait…? What kind of sick game are you
playing at?”
“There’s no game, Kid.” Jerry assures, leisurely stroking Charlie’s spine with
the hand that kept the teen against him. Charlie shudders and Jerry can’t say
he isn’t just a little appreciative of the teen’s delicious reactions. It’s
been a while since he’s had someone as responsive as Charlie. “I needed to make
some preparations.” Jerry explains.
Charlie feels punch-drunk as he tries to break eye-contact with Jerry and finds
that he simply cannot. He feels hot all of a sudden; this growing heat climbs
up his spine until he feels like he’s on fire.
“Preparations...?” Charlie starts to say, suddenly feeling himself being walked
away from his bed and towards the opened window. He barely has anytime to
register what’s happening before Jerry whisks him from his bedroom.
--
Jerry’s house is antiquated. The fixtures are probably older than Charlie’s
grandparents, even. If it’s not still in its box, Jerry’s furniture is already
collecting dust tucked away in a corner to be forgotten. Charlie doesn’t get
the grand tour. He’s taken right into one of the many bedrooms that lined the
second-floor.
Jerry has him undress and Charlie feels like—no, he knows—he’s out of control
of his body because he does so without much complaint.
The teen shudders as he pulls his shirt over his head. Jerry’s house is drafty.
The wind blowing in through the cracks in the walls makes him break out all
over in goosebumps.
Charlie drops his shirt onto the floor by his feet, feeling awkward and
ungainly as he toes out of his shoes and socks next. Jerry watches him from
where he stands by the fireplace. There’s hunger in his eyes as he watches
Charlie’s hands fumble with the button of his jeans.
Charlie feels woozy as he shimmies out of his trousers. Why's he doing
this? His whole body feels like its vibrating as it radiates with an unearthly
warmth.
His jeans pool around his ankles. A part of him screams to stop, but he
can’t. He just can’t.
When he’s fully undressed, Charlie stands awkwardly in the middle of the room,
his arms folded in front of him because he doesn't know what to do with them.
Jerry gives him a long, appreciative look before he shrugs off his trench-coat
and slings it over the arm of a nearby chair.
Charlie's afraid, lightheaded...
The room is spinning too fast for him to register. Jerry's hand finds Charlie’s
hip to steady him as he sways dangerously. Charlie finds himself leaning
against the master vampire for support, his hands groping uselessly at Jerry's
back and shoulders as the vampire gathers him against his chest and rests his
chin on the top of Charlie's head.
Charlie feels the solid weight of Jerry against him, but there's no heat
emitting from the vampire's body; there’s no pulse underneath his sturdy chest.
It’s only raw power, barely concealed underneath flesh and muscle. Power that
made Charlie's hair stand on end as Jerry gently caresses the teen's cheeks and
neck.
The gesture catches Charlie off-guard; it's chivalrous and oddly intimate,
without even the slightest suggestion of harm. It’s a far cry from anything
Jerry has done to him before. Charlie turns his head to meet Jerry's gaze. His
eyes are an ominous shade of crimson, focusing intently on Charlie, as though
he's the only person in the entire world.
The teen can't tell if the heat in Jerry's eyes is love or hunger, triumph or
menace. Charlie feels his heart skip a beat, and then suddenly... he's no
longer afraid. Charlie's fear melts completely away. And in its wake, there’s
heat, taut coiling heat that winds ever tighter in the pit of his stomach with
each passing second he spends lost in Jerry's gaze.
Charlie feels his skin prickling with perspiration, his nipples hardening
rapidly as a shiver courses through him. He's still lightheaded, still panting,
but it’s altogether different now; his body is tingling all over like he's
being caressed.
A deep, yearning ache washes over him. Charlie gasps brokenly as he feels
himself becoming agonizingly erect. Trembling, Charlie finally breaks Jerry's
passionate gaze to rest his head on the vampire's shoulder helplessly. Oh God,
what was happening to him? There was no way he was so… aroused by this—he
wasn’t supposed to want this…!
"Ah..." Charlie moans, hands balling up in Jerry's shirt as he lets the vampire
close the small space between their bodies.
More so than before, Charlie feels like he’s losing himself.
Jerry purrs, feeling Charlie's hips against his own, the teen's legs
insinuating themselves betwixt Jerry's on their own accord.
Jerry gently begins to rock his hips then, encouraging Charlie to start rutting
hard against him. Charlie’s shy initially, the movement of his hips is shallow
and clumsy. As his confidence builds, however, he begins to grind his hips
harder; soon he’s biting his lip to stifle his moans and whimpers as he rocks
hard against Jerry.
It’s so intense, Charlie thinks, he can come just like this. It doesn't even
occur to him that the vampire is barely moving. Jerry is just watching him with
this predatory look in his eyes as he feels up Charlie's back, tracing the
gently protruding ridges of the teen's spine as he gently spurs Charlie on-
wards.
Charlie's eyes flutter close as he drags his cock along the expensive cloth
shielding Jerry's body from his own; the fabric is neither coarse nor smooth,
providing just the right kind of friction. Charlie feels his release
approaching, the coil in his tummy is wound so tight that he feels he’s going
shatter into a million little pieces if he doesn't come soon.
Jerry senses this, of course he does. He halts his caresses to grab Charlie's
hips, stilling them in his firm hold, much to the teen's dismay. Charlie
groans, eyes flying open as he struggles to move underneath Jerry's vice-like
grip. The teen's eyes are wild, brimming with tears of frustration.
His mouth falls open as he starts to complain—Charlie doesn’t know what he
wants to say—but, the sound he manages is muffled against Jerry's lips.
The kiss isn't at all what Charlie expects. It’s sharp. Painful.
Even in his state, Charlie tries to pull away. One of Jerry’s hands reach up to
grip the base of his neck, holding Charlie still as the vampire bears down hard
on his mouth, claiming it with the harshest kiss Charlie’s ever received in his
life.
Somewhere between letting himself be kissed and finally kissing Jerry back as
viciously as he can, Charlie melts amidst all the intensity.
Jerry’s fangs puncture the inside of Charlie’s bottom lip.
It's a shallow cut, Jerry doesn’t want to spook the kid. Charlie barely notices
it, only feels the echo of pain; he’s too far gone as Jerry’s glamour wholly
envelopes his senses. As his mouth fills with an ominously familiar metallic
flavor, somewhere buried deep beneath the heavy veil of lust, Charlie knows
that what he tastes is his blood. And it only intensifies as Jerry worries the
wounds he’s left in Charlie’s mouth. Charlie feels the sharp sting of split
skin, more warm blood seeping from his lip and spilling between his and Jerry’s
mouths.
It shouldn’t be so erotic, feeling Jerry grow increasingly warm as he drinks in
Charlie’s blood, but Charlie’s body hums with pleasure nevertheless.
Even though it hurts to do so, Charlie can’t stop himself from pressing deeper
into the kiss, wanting Jerry to grow warmer, wanting to chase this taste
between them. Jerry sucks his lip harder still, until the cuts yield no more
blood; by then, Charlie’s lip is swollen and pulsing, his mouth rubbed raw.
Jerry’s hunger becomes unbearable, so much so that he has to pull away from the
kiss, lest he tear Charlie’s tongue out with his teeth. It's then that he grabs
Charlie’s legs and lifts him swiftly from the floor. Instinctively, Charlie
wraps his legs around the master vampire’s waist. Trying to catch his breath,
Charlie buries his face in the side of Jerry’s neck.
Barely a second that goes by before Charlie finds himself on the floor, Jerry
depositing him by the fireplace in a nest of soft pillows and coverlets.
They’re bathed in firelight, the close proximity to the flame makes Charlie
warmer than he thought possible. Jerry purrs admiringly as he caresses the
teen’s cheek. Charlie arches into the vampire’s hand and then into the deep,
slow kiss that Jerry presses to his lips.
The exchange is awfully dreamy. Charlie is surprised; Jerry never struck him as
the romantic-type.
The unexpected tenderness makes Charlie’s heart swell, suffocating him as he
lets Jerry massage his numbed tongue. He moans when they separate, arms
wrapping around Jerry’s neck as he tries to keep the vampire from sitting up.
Charlie doesn’t think he can stand being separated from Jerry—doesn’t think he
can stand a moment longer not being one with the master vampire.
Jerry chuckles as he leans down to litter kisses all over Charlie’s jaw. The
teen’s eager, he breathes dreamily as he feels Jerry’s lips on his skin.
Charlie lets his head fall back into the pillows surrounding him to encourage
Jerry kisses lower. The vampire complies greedily, kissing down the pale column
of his neck. It's Charlie's turn to purr as he writhes against Jerry, moving
his hands to the vampire’s hair where he grasps silky, dark locks and pulls.
Jerry mouths Charlie’s jugular and revels in feel of the teen’s pulse thrumming
against his tongue. He knows how easy it would be just to bite him and bleed
him dry, but the goal here isn’t to killCharlie; the master vampire’s never had
any intention of doing so.
Instead of sinking his fangs into Charlie’s gorgeously presented neck, Jerry
settles for sucking the skin beneath his lips hard enough to burst the
capillaries underneath, leaving a nice purple bruise in his wake.
Charlie emits a sound that’s not quite a shriek as his fingers twist and twitch
in Jerry’s hair. The vampire moves away from Charlie’s neck in favor of nipping
his collarbone; here, he’s unafraid of nicking the skin with his teeth, swiping
over the protruding bone with his tongue. Charlie whimpers at the pain, but
Jerry can tell the teen doesn’t want him to stop.
When Jerry’s satisfied with the amount of angry red and purples streaks he’s
left on Charlie’s skin, he moves his attention down Charlie’s body, taking his
time licking and sucking until he’s got his mouth wrapped around Charlie’s
neglected cock.
The teen doesn’t last long; there’s no way he can possibly stave off his orgasm
when Jerry’s tongue wraps around him so exquisitely.
Charlie climaxes with a cry that leaves his throat raw. Squirming and bucking
like he’s possessed, his vision going white as he arches against Jerry. As
Charlie empties down Jerry’s throat, the vampire swallows around him until
Charlie softens in his mouth. It is a testament to the vampire’s own self-
control that he doesn’t sink his teeth into the Charlie’s flesh as the teen
goes limp against the pillows.
When Jerry finally pulls off, he's licking his lips.
Snaking up the length of Charlie’s body, Jerry admires how malleable the teen
is in his hands. Charlie murmurs his contentment as Jerry reaches his hands
underneath the teen to pull him upright. Charlie’s elbows barely support his
weight, but the teen does his best to stay where Jerry has propped him up as
the vampire purrs something in his ear that he can barely discern.
Charlie hums in simple agreement, not knowing what he’s agreed to, but letting
his head loll to one side and his eyelids droop. Jerry’s lips press against his
neck in a gentle kiss and Charlie lets his eyes close all the way.
The room goes silent.
Time seems to linger on that one second that Jerry is kissing his neck—
—and then those fangs pierce Charlie’s skin and the teen feels himself jolting
in Jerry’s arms.
His whole body seizes, a scream of agony lodging in Charlie's throat. His heart
feels like it stopped, so much adrenaline flooding his system it seems to clog
it up. Pure horror crashes over him like a wave. The glamour Jerry has over him
finally breaking, bringing the teen violently back to his senses.
Horror, shame, anger—all of his feelings and thoughts come rushing back to him.
It's so much to process.
Charlie's shaking all over. Through all the pain, the teen feels adrift, feels
the heat draining from his body as Jerry feeds from him. His body goes numb in
increments that leave Charlie feeling dangerously ill.
His mouth falls open as he tries to breathe against the wetness filling his
lungs. His vision goes dark as his eyes start to drift close on their own.
Charlie’s heartbeat slows.
Right when he thinks he’s about to lose consciousness, Jerry pulls away. His
mouth is gleaming red, his chin dripping with blood. The master vampire hisses
at Charlie, hands moving to grip behind the boy’s head as he makes Charlie meet
his crimson gaze. Jerry’s face is grotesque; gaunt and warped into a demonic
caricature.
Charlie feels terror flare-up inside of him once again, but he doesn’t look
away from the master vampire as Jerry fixes him with a piercing gaze.
“You’re mine,” Jerry roars.
Charlie can’t shake his head yes or no; he can't do anything. The vampire’s
grip is too strong to maneuver against. He can only continue to stare.
Jerry wastes no more time in turning him. And if Charlie thought that being
bitten hurt, being turned was infinitely worse.
End Notes
     This was so much harder to write than it should've been. I don't know
     why, but I don't like it. :(
     And I'm a little iffy on the title too, but it fits the "words that
     end in DOM"-theme I've got going, so I think I'm going to stick with
     it for now.
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