The last three months had been exciting, and Jake had never felt more powerful. It was side effect of being around a powerful person, and Jake admitted that he liked that power. He liked being known as the vampire Oligarchs boy, or the closest thing Lazarus had to one. He liked that he was picked. He liked that Lazarus had been in the city long before his arrival but to the best of Jake's knowledge hadn't treated another with such respect and wanting. It was so different than Ben. It was less personal but somehow still romantic. Their fun was more playful than he and Ben, but could also be taken past human limits which was exciting. Most of all was the rush of the seduction and the feeling of humans crawling all over them. Jake had never been wanting for men, but now he had his pick and got to share with someone he liked. Part of him hated how much he liked it all, but it was buried under the rush and thrill of Lazarus.
Everything was going perfect, except for Ben. Ben was still in Jake's life, and that at best was complicated. Their sexual relationship was still unusually good and for that Jake was thankful. It was the only part of Ben he could still enjoy, and when they weren't naked and inside one another Jake felt itchy, and awkward around his ex. He didn't hate Ben, but he didn't think he loved him anymore either. He was just a painful piece of the past every present in Jake's life. He showed how weak Jake had Ben, before Lazarus had helped him feel strong again. It's why he enjoyed humiliating Ben, the sexy ritual of looking down on him. Jake hadn't realized how much of a sadist he could be, but Ben had shown him and strangely he was thankful. There was another part of him that felt guilty, but that guilt was buried under Lazarus too. The blonde had a way of taking up all Jake's space.
As Lazarus got his head, Jake's mind was strangely still on Ben. He was an exposed nerve, and as they'd entered Jake's eyes had been all over Ben's exposed torso and pretty face. It made him hard, not the trick they'd picked up for a good drunk feed. Jake didn't even remember his name. He was also weirdly angry at being so turned on by Ben. Why did he care so much?
"Of course I do," Jake said sweetly, leaning in to kiss Lazarus as the blood donation below blew him. Jake put a hand on the back of the mortal's head. He wasn't slamming it down like he did to Ben, but encouraged the sucking as his tongue danced with his friend's. Jake had avoided talking about Ben with Lazarus, and despite the other being intelligent he was too superficial to ask. He'd told Jake that superficial nature was to help survive the passage of time. Jake was starting to think he had a point. He pulled back from the kiss.
"Mind if I bite first," he asked, not stating yet what he really wanted. He was hoping for a little one on one with Ben, but he wasn't about to do it sober.