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Jason was usually at peace with his fate.
There was little to be done about it and all the things he had to give up were, in his opinion, in proportion to the gifts vampirism had given him.
One of those gifts is sprawled out beautifully across Jason's sheets. His long ginger hair — unfortunately out of fashion amongst humans these days — spread around him like a halo. The view is one of the few reasons Jason mourns his fate, because he knows how much more stunning Roy might be with a few beams of sunlight raking through his soft hair and curling around his sturdy body.
Jason supposes that one could describe freckles as night-kissed too, for all his efforts.
His trailing eyes reach the bruises and scattered bite marks he'd made when they made love last night. He dislikes that he has to hurt Roy to drink, despite the fact that he gives himself willingly and lovingly. Roy has assured Jason a thousand times over that he likes it and that he especially likes being marked and being claimed. Deep deep down Jason is willing to admit that while he does not enjoy hurting Roy he does feel a curl of possessive satisfaction whenever Roy is so undeniably his.
Any other vampire would be able to sense Jason on him.
Jason sets his serving platter — freshly collected from the kitchen — on his bedside table before he carefully sits down next to Roy. Even that small shift in weight is enough to make him wake just enough to mumble something that is even incoherent to Jason's enhanced hearing.
"Good morning darling," Jason whispers. He trails his fingers across Roy's skin. Roy is filled with the relentless flutter of human life. The beating of his heart, the goosebumps that trail after Jason's fingers and the small twitches of muscle as Roy thinks he might move. Each of them beautiful.
Life is strength and it is weakness.
Roy stirs. The second his eyes flutter open and find Jason's face he smiles like the sun.
Jason would burn down the world for him.
"Good morning Jaybird." His voice is hoarse with sleep and if Jason had been a little more mortal he is sure his heartbeat would have picked up.
"I've brought you some breakfast. You should eat well after last night."
Roy snorts and thankfully does refrain from making a dirty joke.
His nude lover rolls onto his back to look up at Jason.
It is the height of impropriety to eat breakfast in bed like they do, but Jason has been raised a long time ago with different manners all together and Roy has never been good at caring about being proper. It certainly does not rank high in the list of most improper things Jason's bed has been subject to. Jason pays his staff enough that nobody should care too much if his bedding gains some marmalade spills besides everything else.
Roy moves a little to lay his head in Jason's lap and Jason feeds him his breakfast like that.