Fic: A Dark Alley and a Bad Idea (Gerard/Ryan, Hard R)
Title: A Dark Alley and a Bad Idea
Author: sophie_448
Rating: Hard R
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Vampire!Gerard/Ryan
Word Count: 619
Warnings: Vampires and themes generally associated with vampires, fairly graphic sexual content
Summary: Gerard can't save Ryan, but he can make him forget for a while.
Notes: Title shamelessly stolen from Fall Out Boy. So we've been playing fic from a hat at my house, and I pulled Gerard/Ryan, which is a fairly easy pairing to do, but instead of cute fanboy!Ryan, my brain decided on vampire fic. So ... that's what we've got.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Gerard says.
The kid shrugs and doesn’t shrink back. He tilts his chin up slightly in a show of false bravado. Gerard studies him for a moment. He’s rail thin and tall, all coltish limbs and sharp angles. His face is pretty and delicate, big eyes ringed with just a hint of dark eyeliner. There’s an inch of pale torso exposed between his babydoll t-shirt and his threadbare, too-small jeans. It’s a purposeful display meant to look accidental. Gerard licks his lips. He wants.
Gerard moves across the alley just a shade too fast to be mistaken for natural. For human. He stops himself inches from the boy, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat and life of him. The mingled smell of fear and arousal coming off him in waves is intoxicating.
“What’s your name?” he asks. He always asks. To remind himself that this is a person with thoughts and feelings and a name. Sometimes that’s enough.
“R-Ryan,” the boy breathes.
“You shouldn’t be here, Ryan,” Gerard repeats, his breath cool against the shell of Ryan’s ear.
Ryan shrugs. “I do a lot of things I shouldn’t do.”
There’s a wealth of bitterness and conflict behind the words. Gerard hears it, but he doesn’t ask. It’s not really his business, and Ryan didn’t come here to talk. “You know what I am?” he asks.
Ryan nods.
“Then say it.”
Ryan bites his lip and drags in a shaky breath, but his arousal is starting to overtake the fear. “Vampire,” Ryan whispers, almost like a prayer.
Gerard smiles, sharp and dangerous. He can’t save Ryan, but he can make him forget for a little while. “Very good,” he nearly purrs, infusing his voice with just a hint of compulsion. He doesn’t take unwilling victims, but the trance is part of what makes it good. Ryan sways slightly on his feet, his eyes going unfocused. Gerard walks him the couple of steps backwards to lean against the brick wall. He cups the back of Ryan’s head in one hand, tipping it gently to the side to expose his neck. He snakes his other arm around Ryan’s waist, pressing in close against him.
Gerard licks his lips again, looking at Ryan’s pale, bare neck. He can hear the blood singing just below the surface, calling to him. His fangs descend and he lowers his head to taste. Ryan’s blood is sweet and warm on his tongue, just as good as he knew it would be.
Ryan moans and tenses against him, but Gerard knows it’s in pleasure not pain. He works a leg in between Ryan’s thighs and presses up against his cock, hard and straining in his jeans. Ryan’s hands come up to clutch at Gerard’s shoulders. He ruts against Gerard’s leg shamelessly as Gerard drinks him down. It’s barely more than a minute before Ryan’s breath speeds up, coming in short whining pants. He shudders against Gerard and goes limp, letting Gerard hold him up.
Gerard pulls his head away a little reluctantly. He licks across the wounds on Ryan’s neck, chasing his taste. He lets go slowly, giving Ryan a minute to support his own weight again. He pulls back a little, his arms still resting lightly around Ryan’s waist and in his hair.
Ryan’s eyes clear. He looks at Gerard for a long moment and just says, “Thank you.”
Gerard shakes his head. He leans in and kisses Ryan, softly and only once. He makes himself break contact, taking a step back. “No, thank you.”
He melts back into the shadows, but the memory of Ryan, his taste and his wide, wounded eyes, lingers like a light in the darkness.
Author: sophie_448
Rating: Hard R
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Vampire!Gerard/Ryan
Word Count: 619
Warnings: Vampires and themes generally associated with vampires, fairly graphic sexual content
Summary: Gerard can't save Ryan, but he can make him forget for a while.
Notes: Title shamelessly stolen from Fall Out Boy. So we've been playing fic from a hat at my house, and I pulled Gerard/Ryan, which is a fairly easy pairing to do, but instead of cute fanboy!Ryan, my brain decided on vampire fic. So ... that's what we've got.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Gerard says.
The kid shrugs and doesn’t shrink back. He tilts his chin up slightly in a show of false bravado. Gerard studies him for a moment. He’s rail thin and tall, all coltish limbs and sharp angles. His face is pretty and delicate, big eyes ringed with just a hint of dark eyeliner. There’s an inch of pale torso exposed between his babydoll t-shirt and his threadbare, too-small jeans. It’s a purposeful display meant to look accidental. Gerard licks his lips. He wants.
Gerard moves across the alley just a shade too fast to be mistaken for natural. For human. He stops himself inches from the boy, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat and life of him. The mingled smell of fear and arousal coming off him in waves is intoxicating.
“What’s your name?” he asks. He always asks. To remind himself that this is a person with thoughts and feelings and a name. Sometimes that’s enough.
“R-Ryan,” the boy breathes.
“You shouldn’t be here, Ryan,” Gerard repeats, his breath cool against the shell of Ryan’s ear.
Ryan shrugs. “I do a lot of things I shouldn’t do.”
There’s a wealth of bitterness and conflict behind the words. Gerard hears it, but he doesn’t ask. It’s not really his business, and Ryan didn’t come here to talk. “You know what I am?” he asks.
Ryan nods.
“Then say it.”
Ryan bites his lip and drags in a shaky breath, but his arousal is starting to overtake the fear. “Vampire,” Ryan whispers, almost like a prayer.
Gerard smiles, sharp and dangerous. He can’t save Ryan, but he can make him forget for a little while. “Very good,” he nearly purrs, infusing his voice with just a hint of compulsion. He doesn’t take unwilling victims, but the trance is part of what makes it good. Ryan sways slightly on his feet, his eyes going unfocused. Gerard walks him the couple of steps backwards to lean against the brick wall. He cups the back of Ryan’s head in one hand, tipping it gently to the side to expose his neck. He snakes his other arm around Ryan’s waist, pressing in close against him.
Gerard licks his lips again, looking at Ryan’s pale, bare neck. He can hear the blood singing just below the surface, calling to him. His fangs descend and he lowers his head to taste. Ryan’s blood is sweet and warm on his tongue, just as good as he knew it would be.
Ryan moans and tenses against him, but Gerard knows it’s in pleasure not pain. He works a leg in between Ryan’s thighs and presses up against his cock, hard and straining in his jeans. Ryan’s hands come up to clutch at Gerard’s shoulders. He ruts against Gerard’s leg shamelessly as Gerard drinks him down. It’s barely more than a minute before Ryan’s breath speeds up, coming in short whining pants. He shudders against Gerard and goes limp, letting Gerard hold him up.
Gerard pulls his head away a little reluctantly. He licks across the wounds on Ryan’s neck, chasing his taste. He lets go slowly, giving Ryan a minute to support his own weight again. He pulls back a little, his arms still resting lightly around Ryan’s waist and in his hair.
Ryan’s eyes clear. He looks at Gerard for a long moment and just says, “Thank you.”
Gerard shakes his head. He leans in and kisses Ryan, softly and only once. He makes himself break contact, taking a step back. “No, thank you.”
He melts back into the shadows, but the memory of Ryan, his taste and his wide, wounded eyes, lingers like a light in the darkness.