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Written for [livejournal.com profile] natyu0815 who finally guessed me right! ^_^ Happy Halloween all!

Title: Primal Hunger
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: Greg/Jeff
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Dub con overtones (nothing explicit), supernatural
Summary: Greg has always been a fussy eater...



Outside one perfectly quaint, white painted church in small town America stood an addict, criminal, an up-to-no-gooder, or so whispered the flock as they left the Sunday service. The man in question welcomed their glares with a viscous smile and blew clouds of sweet smelling smoke in their general direction. From behind his shades he eyed up the townspeople as they cringed and spluttered, judging them as they judged him.

High cholesterol. Low blood pressure. Greg had always been a fussy eater.

Then a pair of young women who actually smelled edible. He made a point of leering at them over the top of his sunglasses just to hear the scandalised exclamations of their mothers. He snorted and flicked his joint to the floor, snuffing it out beneath his heel.

A warm hand gripped Greg's shoulder through his leather jacket and he turned to meet the warm gaze of the local priest. With artfully tousled brown hair and sinfully dark eyes, the man seemed both too young and too beautiful to be a member of the clergy.

“I don't believe I've seen you at Our Lady and St. Benedict's before,” the priest said teasingly. In such a small town it was likely he knew the name and troubles of every member of his flock.

“I'm just passing through,” Greg said before introducing himself and holding out a hand for the priest to shake.

“Nice to meet you. I'm Father Jeff Davis. You can call me Jeff.”

Jeff shook his hand in a firm grip and flashed him a smile, not a hint of fear or distrust in his expression. A gentle breeze picked up and Greg's nostrils flared as he caught the mouth watering scent of AB negative in the air. It took all of Greg's considerable resolve not to just jump the young man there and then.

“Would you care for a coffee?” The priest asked, inclining his head towards the now empty church. “It'll keep you from dying of boredom while I try to convert you.”

Greg's shocked laughter was bright and loud. “Yeah, why not? At least you're honest about it.”

“I wouldn't be to sure about that,” Jeff grinned as he turned and led Greg inside.

“I'm not exactly the church going type,” Greg said, glancing around to check that they were the only ones left in the modest church. “I was just hanging around because I'm hungry.”

“Oh, well soup kitchen's on a Wednesday but I might have a sandwich in here somewhere.”

Turning your back on a stranger was not all that clever. When the good priest did just that Greg went on the attack. One arm around Jeff's chest and arms to restrict movement, the other tangled in his hair, pulling sharply to expose a pale slender neck.

With a growl of hunger Greg sunk his fangs into that sweet flesh and sucked.

Nothing.

He pulled back and bit again, certain he'd pierced the carotid artery. He hissed with displeasure as he experienced the same result. No spill of hot AB negative, no flush of pleasure as his needs were satisfied. Jeff was an empty shell. He shoved the priest away and fixed him with a wary gaze.

“What the fuck are you?”

Jeff smiled back, no hint of fear in his eyes, only a primal hunger that matched Greg's own. He walked forwards, crowding into Greg's personal space, running his hands over places that priests should not be touching. For the first time in decades Greg felt the thrill of fear.

“Something much older than you, vampire,” Jeff said. “Your kind can't feed from me. But I sure as hell can feed on you.”

The world shifted around Greg as he found himself pressed back against the altar, Jeff moving to lie upon him.

“Excuse me, Father – oh. Oh!”

The heated atmosphere vanished as Jeff and Greg turned to look at the intruder, a sixty-something man who looked on the verge of having a heart attack.

“Goddamnit,” Jeff groaned as he let his head thump down onto Greg's shoulder. Greg bit his lip to stop himself from laughing and turned to look at the intruder who was now down on his knees, crossing himself repeatedly. Greg bared his fangs and hissed, then hummed with contentment as the man tipped over in a dead faint.

“Better.”

Greg's pleased expression vanished as he felt the body over him tremble with suppressed laughter.

“Sorry,” Jeff apologised, wiping a tear from his eye. “You just sounded like a wet cat. I can't believe he fainted.”

Greg propped himself up on his elbows and glared at the non-priest.

“So tell me, can an incubus get blue balls? Maybe I should go drain the old man and leave you here to suffer?”

“I don't like that plan,” Jeff said, perilously close to pouting. “How about you save draining the human until I've finished ravishing you? It'll be like coffee after dessert – just the thing to perk you up.”

“Hm, maybe I could be convinced.”

A dark smile curled Jeff's lips as he bore Greg down against the altar and ground his hips against him. Greg's eyes darkened with reckless abandon and he tilted back his head, exposing his throat for only the second time in his life.

“Show me what you've got...”
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