Fic: ‘We might have said goodbye just a little soon (We're throwing stones at a glass moon)’ [2a/3]
Title: ‘We might have said goodbye just a little soon (We're throwing stones at a glass moon)’ [2/3]
Author:
jen_jm
Pairing: Pete/Mikey, Pete/Patrick.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Mikey Way, mention of others.
Word count: 24,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings.
Disclaimer: no one in here belongs to me, they all belong to Pete Wentz themselves.
I really don’t mean to offend anyone and nothing of what I wrote in this story is to be considered real, it’s all fiction.
Author’s Notes: Prequel to Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional) and I slept with someone in the Wentz clan (And all I got was this hugeass mess about demons and weird spirits). Title from Fall Out Boy’s “The Carpal Tunnel Of Love”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
Beta: my dear and very patient
nejem
Dedication: to my webwife
faechan. Luv ya, darling. <3
Summary: “When he looked in that direction, Pete saw a big wolf drinking from the lake, his blond fur shining in the moonlight. He reached for the knife he kept in his pocket, but the animal looked up and saw him. A second later Pete stood and the wolf growled loudly.” - Set before Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional).
Crossposted
Part 1
~~
One week later
“I never spent this much time alone with someone who wasn’t Mikey,” Pete declared as he sat on his armchair with a sigh.
“Are you trying to tell me I’m the worst company ever?” Patrick looked up from the book with a little smile.
“No, I’m just telling you that twenty years ago I would have killed you on the third day, maybe the fourth.” Pete shrugged, his frown deepening.
“That’s flattering,” Patrick retorted with a sarcastic smile.
“It’s my way to tell you I like your company.” Pete rolled his eyes, then looked for a book as well.
“If you miss him you should, you know--” Patrick hesitated, taking a deep breath, then continued, “You should tell Mikey to come back.”
“He needs to learn the lesson.” Pete’s face hardened and he looked up at the werewolf. “Besides, I promised to keep him away from you.”
Patrick looked relieved by those words and smiled a little. When he saw Pete stand from the armchair and head for the door, he frowned. “Where are you going?”
“To see if Butch changed his mind.” Pete shrugged, like it was the most natural thing to say. “Behave,” he said with a little smirk, then walked out.
Patrick watched the door close and lied down on his side, thoughtful. He tugged at the chain once, then pursed his lips. Pete had left him alone just a couple of times during that week, always coming back with food for him, or some new book. They had had a few long conversations about how Pete was going to have a huge library in his new house, and Patrick had been shocked to realize he wanted Pete to have what he wanted.
He shook his head as he tried to ignore those thoughts for the tenth time that day, and focused on the chain instead. Maybe if he pulled strongly enough, he could break the hook in the wall that kept it there. If Butch’s guys were everywhere, once he escaped they were going to find him pretty soon.
Patrick sighed and pulled at the chain halfheartedly, wondering if the guys from his pack were really looking for him or if they had given up on saving him. Pete was treating him right, hell, Pete was treating him well, and Patrick was convinced that if Butch kept refusing, the vampire was going to free him anyway. He abandoned himself on the bed at that thought, his heart clenching painfully. If Butch kept refusing to help him, then maybe Patrick wasn’t going to go back to him, not even if Pete freed him.
That thought made him want to scream his lungs out, to let his rage out. Instead he wiped the single tear that fell down his cheek and closed his eyes, hoping Pete was going to be home soon.
~
It took almost six hours and Patrick slept for most part of them, waking from time to time to make sure he was still alone in the apartment. When Pete finally came home, Patrick was lying on his stomach, concentrating on the book he was reading. As soon as he looked up, though, he noticed Pete’s shirt was soaked on blood and the vampire was limping.
“Are you okay?” Patrick stood from the bed, but the chain stopped him.
“Just a graze, it’s healing.” Pete nodded and quickly took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. “You should see the other guy,” he added with a little smirk.
“What happened?” Patrick sat on the edge of the bed, biting on his lower lip.
“Your friend Butch attacked me.” Pete touched his side tentatively and hissed as he lost more blood from the wound.
“Did he follow you here?” Patrick eyed the door, worried.
“No, he’s injured too and I’m good at covering my tracks.” Pete saw the relief in Patrick’s eyes and frowned. “You should be sad, now.”
“I know.” Patrick looked down and took a deep breath. “But I’m happy you’re okay.”
Pete was surprised to hear that and a little genuine smile tugged at his lips. The wound finally healed and he walked to the water-filled bowl he kept in the small kitchenette to clean himself. Once he was done, he came back and stood in front of Patrick.
“You know what?” Pete took a little key from his pocket and reached for Patrick’s left wrist. “Here, go home,” he added as he opened the handcuff.
“What?” Patrick froze on the spot, unbelieving.
“I’m an idiot, I shouldn’t have brought you here.” Pete walked to the closed window, not looking at him. “I can’t put you through more pain and trouble, not after what Mikey did.”
“Pete,” Patrick whispered as stood from the bed, still shocked. “What about your freedom? What about everything else?”
“I’ll find another way, another guy to kidnap.” Pete shrugged, facing the werewolf.
“One Butch will care about?” Patrick arched an eyebrow, his face hardening.
“One I’ll be able to kill, if needed,” Pete retorted, his voice harsh and surprisingly low.
“You don’t have to.” Patrick shook his head quickly, approaching. “You’re not evil, Pete, I thought you were, but--”
“But?” Pete waited for the werewolf to continue, both curious and annoyed.
“When Mikey’s not around, you’re a different guy, you’re a better guy,” Patrick whispered, careful, like he feared Pete could get mad.
“Mikey’s a part of me.” Pete’s gaze moved to the side, to the dark surface of the desk. “I was like him not a long time ago.”
“You’re better than that, you can be,” Patrick insisted stubbornly as he took more steps towards the vampire.
“You’ve known me for two weeks.” Pete chuckled, angry and confused.
“But I’m still here.” Patrick spread his arms, looking around. “No chain keeping me, but I’m standing in front of you.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t believe you’re evil. You’re playing the part of the bad guy only because you think it’s your role, but it’s not.” Patrick reached the vampire with a determined look on his face. “Because you bring me food and you buy me new clothes while Butch should be the one who cares about me, and he doesn’t.”
“He does.” Pete lowered his gaze, biting on his lip. “And he’s really close to giving up.”
“Then why are you letting me go?” Patrick shook his head, visibly confused.
“You want the truth?” Pete sighed, exasperated. “I’ve know you for two weeks, two fucking weeks, and I watch you sleep, I feel bad when I see you cry, I fucking care about you and you’re not good for me.”
“You’re an idiot,” Patrick whispered, not taking his gaze off Pete once.
“Go home.” Pete turned and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t understand why the thought of Patrick leaving for good made him feel so sick, but he knew he had to let him go before it was too late. Getting involved with a kidnapped werewolf was the worst thing he could do in that moment.
“I’m gonna help you,” Patrick said, and his voice was much closer. “I owe you, for saving me from that village, for taking care of me, for protecting me from Mikey.”
“Dude, I kidnapped you.” Pete chuckled, but tensed when he felt a tentative hand on his shoulder.
“You could have done worse things.” Patrick nodded as he watched Pete turn slowly.
“You’re the most selfless creature I’ve ever met.” Pete sounded awed and the werewolf tilted his head to the side.
“Take notes, then,” Patrick joked, a little smile tugging at his lips.
“D’you really want to help me?” Pete looked at the werewolf in the eye, surprised. “If Butch finds out, he’ll never forgive you.”
“He won’t find out.” Patrick shrugged, pointing at the chain resting on the bed. “I know how to play the damsel in danger, I practiced a lot.”
“If I wasn’t the tough bad guy I am, I’d hug you,” Pete admitted and Patrick let out a soft, relieved laughter.
“How long d’you think it’ll take him to give in?” The werewolf asked as he walked back towards the bed.
“I don’t know,” Pete admitted with a sigh. “If you miss your family, you should go back.”
“If my family missed me enough, I wouldn’t be here.” Patrick’s face hardened, but he didn’t lower his eyes. “Butch made me swear eternal loyalty to the pack when he bit me.”
“A real leader doesn’t leave anyone behind.” Pete nodded and saw the surprise in Patrick’s gaze. “As bastard and wicked as Mikey can be, I’d never leave him behind.”
“You’re in love with him, of course you wouldn’t.” Patrick smiled softly at that, looking at the chain.
“I’m not in love with him.” Pete frowned, surprised by the werewolf’s words. “He’s my Childe and he’ll always be special to me, I love him, but not like that.”
“Oh.” Patrick looked down and bit on his lower lip, embarrassed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not the kind of tough bad guy who’s too tough to talk about this stuff.” Pete smiled and went to sit at the desk.
Patrick raised his gaze, a little surprise when he realized Pete wasn’t mad at him. “So, what are we supposed to do?”
“Well, wait.” Pete shrugged and opened a book. “I’ll go get some new books.”
“And strawberries,” Patrick added, smirking when Pete turned to address him a surprised look. “What? I’m not a prisoner, I’m a guest, so I can ask for things.”
Pete chuckled and shook his head, going back to reading.
~~
Two days later
Patrick woke up with the feeling of being watched. When he opened his eyes, Pete was lying on his side right in front of him, smiling.
“Creep,” Patrick muttered sleepily and Pete laughed.
“I brought you strawberries,” Pete announced as he put a little bowl on the bed between them.
“I forgive you.” Patrick smiled and took a fruit, putting it in his mouth.
“How thoughtful.” Pete chuckled, then rested his head on his hand, propped up on one elbow.
“No, I mean, I forgive you.” Patrick looked at Pete in the eye, serious. “For kidnapping me, I understand why you did it.”
“Oh.” Pete looked surprised, then gave in and smiled. “And I forgive you for biting me twice at the lake.” Patrick blushed slightly at that and Pete picked a strawberry. “I totally shouldn’t feel like this right now.”
“Feel how?” Patrick swallowed, a bit taken aback.
“Happy,” Pete admitted as he held out the fruit and Patrick took it in his mouth. “I shouldn’t want to keep you with me.”
“But you do,” Patrick whispered with a little smile.
“I do.” Pete looked down, then shook his head, chuckling. “That’s why you should leave.”
“I’m not going to.” Patrick brought one hand to Pete’s chin, forcing him to look up. “I like staying here.”
“With me,” Pete added with a raised eyebrow.
“With you,” Patrick confirmed as his cheeks got suddenly pinker.
“Man, I’m so screwed.” Pete let himself fall on the bed, his eyes closed. Patrick laughed softly and took another strawberry.
~
Three days later
Pete entered the room and Patrick immediately understood something wasn’t right. “What happened?”
“Butch accepted,” Pete whispered, looking at Patrick in the eye. “His guys are leaving the city.”
Patrick felt his heart freeze for a second, then break in several pieces as he realized that no, he didn’t want to leave. The past days had passed too quickly, he and Pete had spent more and more time talking, joking, flirting. They had become closer than Patrick had expected and the thought of leaving, of going home, was making him feel sick.
“When?” Patrick asked as he lowered his gaze.
“Tomorrow afternoon, at the forest,” Pete announced with a flat voice. “You can keep the clothes when you go.”
“Pete.” Patrick looked up and saw the vampire shake his head.
“Shut up.” Pete headed for the other room and closed the door, leaving a stunned Patrick behind.
The werewolf sat on the bed as a tight knot formed in his throat. He spent the following hours lying on his back with his gaze fixed on the ceiling, trying to be happy. All he could feel, though, were rage and pain. Pete had brought him there three weeks before, and if Pete had been the vampire Butch thought he was, Patrick could have died anytime. He couldn’t get past the feeling of betrayal that made his heart clench.
When he looked at the pocket watch on the nightstand and realized it was one pm, he stood from the bed, going towards the second room. He knocked softly and waited for Pete to reply; when the vampire didn’t say anything, Patrick opened the door and looked inside.
“You remember how to get there, right?” Pete asked with an even voice, not looking at him as he stood next to the closed window.
“Yeah,” Patrick whispered, taking a few steps towards him. “What are you gonna do now?”
“I’ll buy a manor just out of town and I’ll try to mind my own business.” Pete shrugged and looked at the werewolf. “You know, I wouldn’t want to give Butch another reason to kill me.”
“I’m gonna miss you,” Patrick admitted as he felt his eyes water.
“You have to go.” Pete looked away from him and gestured towards the door. “Or they’ll think I’m keeping you.”
“Goodbye, Pete.” Patrick placed a small kiss on the corner of Pete’s mouth, surprising him.
Pete shut his eyes and, when he heard the main door close after the werewolf, he let out an angry growl and threw the nearest chair against the wall, breaking it into pieces.
~~
One week later
Mikey looked at the huge house in front of him and smirked. “You weren’t kidding when you said it was big.”
Pete smiled at his Childe and looked at the manor, sighing. There were rumors about a couple of guys getting killed by mysterious creatures in that house, but Pete hadn’t even asked about them. Death didn’t disturb him when he wasn’t the one causing it, and Mikey wouldn’t have cared anyway.
“I put wooden panels at the windows, just like the apartment, we can use any part of the house at any time,” Pete informed as they closed the gate and headed for the house. “There’s a barn for the horses in the back, and the garden is pretty wide.”
“I love it.” Mikey beamed like a little kid and hooked his arm around Pete’s. “I’m happy the werewolf turned out to be useful, after all.”
Pete stopped dead in his tracks and forced Mikey to look at him. “Don’t talk about him,” he whispered, suddenly angry. “Never, you got it?”
Mikey looked a little taken aback and nodded quickly. They didn’t say anything as they reached the door and stood in front of it. “We’re home.”
“We are,” Pete confirmed as he took the key from his pocket and opened. “Ladies first.”
Mikey was surprised by the abrupt change but smirked anyway, walking in the house. “Lady my ass.”
“That’s exactly what makes you a lady, darling,” Pete joked and slapped Mikey’s ass as he entered as well, then closed the door.
~
Six days later
When Pete heard the knock on the door, he immediately reached for his knife, keeping it hidden behind his back. Mikey was upstairs and Pete didn’t expect visitors, so when he opened the door and saw who was standing outside, he dropped the knife, shocked.
“Hi, Pete,” Patrick whispered, his eyes bloodshot, like he had been crying, and his smile unsure.
“What-- what are you doing here?” Pete moved aside to let him in and picked up his knife, putting it away. “I thought the pack left Chicago.”
“They did,” Patrick confirmed, looking at the floor. “I came back.”
“Why?” Pete could feel strong, conflicting emotions coming from the werewolf.
“If you can’t guess why I’m here right now, then it was a mistake.” Patrick raised his gaze and Pete could see him bite on his lower lip.
“If you do this, Butch will never forgive you.” Pete shook his head, worried. “If you leave him. he’ll never let you go back.”
“I know,” Patrick replied with unsteady voice. “It’s up to you, Pete, just say yes or no.”
“If you say yes, I’ll be out of that door in ten minutes,” Mikey warned from the top of the staircase, furious. “For good.”
Pete looked at his Childe, shocked. “Don’t make me choose between you two, Mikey.”
The young vampire walked downstairs and reached them, glaring in Patrick’s direction. “Why the fuck is this dog so important to you?”
Pete slapped Mikey at those words, his gaze hardening. Mikey’s eyes widened and Pete saw plain rage in them. “Fine,” Mikey muttered through clenched teeth. “Consider me a part of my brother’s clan from this day on.”
“Michael.” Pete watched as Mikey turned to walk upstairs, furious. “If you leave--” Pete stopped when he felt Patrick’s hand on his arm. He turned to look at him and saw the werewolf shake his head ‘no’.
Mikey quickly retrieved his things from his room and came back downstairs with a suitcase. “If I leave?” He stood in front of Pete, facing him.
“If you ever want to come back here, I’ll wait for you,” Pete replied, his gaze and his voice firm but not hostile. Mikey looked surprised by those words and hesitated just a second. “The door will always be open for you.”
Mikey turned and addressed Patrick a disgusted look. “I hate you,” he whispered before making his way to the door and slam it on his way out.
“That’s not what I was trying to do.” Patrick looked down and Pete sensed he was feeling ashamed and sorry for Mikey. “Pete, I--”
“Stay with me,” Pete just whispered, pulling Patrick close.
“Are you sure?” The werewolf looked up at Pete, worried and surprised. “Mikey’s important for you.”
“Mikey will get over it, sooner or later, but I can’t let you go.” Pete pulled him in a tight hug, closing his eyes. “You’re all I’ve thought about in the past two weeks, wolfie.”
“That’s better than Pattycake,” Patrick muttered against Pete’s neck and they both laughed.
“Welcome home.” Pete placed a kiss on Patrick’s forehead, smiling. Without a word the werewolf withdrew enough to look at him in the eye and tilted his head to the side. The second their lips touched, Pete realized Patrick was there to stay. For good, this time.
~~
Two months later
“Am I sure I want you to pick the furniture for this place?” Pete asked as Patrick showed him the new curtains. “Blue is too classic.”
“Peaceful,” Patrick corrected him with a smile. “You need something calming, I like the lamps and you already threw two of them against the living room wall.”
“I’m working on anger issues as well.” Pete’s jaw tightened and Patrick slapped him on the arm.
“See? That’s what’s wrong with you.” The werewolf sighed and brought a hand to Pete’s cheek. “Just take things a little less seriously, laugh about it.”
“If I laugh about the curtains you picked, then you’re gonna get angry and I’m gonna get angry too, and another lamp will be lost.” Pete arched an eyebrow, eyeing the lamp on the library table.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” Patrick chuckled and let Pete circle his waist with an arm. “Just try to see the bright side.”
“I’ll try.” Pete nodded, lowering his head to kiss Patrick’s neck. “Actually, blue isn’t so bad.”
“Really?” Patrick frowned a bit, surprised.
“Reminds me of your eyes,” Pete admitted with a genuine smile and saw Patrick blush. “I know, sappy.”
“I like you sappy,” Patrick confessed, looking at the vampire. “Even when you’re supposed to be the tough bad guy.”
“I told you, I’m a romantic kind of tough bad guy.” Pete snickered and suddenly lifted Patrick off the ground. The werewolf found himself with Pete’s shoulder against his stomach and the vampire’s arm around his legs.
Pete headed for the door, carrying Patrick like that, and the werewolf had to lower his head to dodge the doorframe.
“Okay, now you’re acting like a caveman.” Patrick laughed as Pete started to walk upstairs. “Where are we going?”
Pete slapped him gently on the ass and Patrick in response did the same to Pete’s head, but didn’t ask again. When he reached the top of the staircase, the vampire took the corridor on the right, then turned right again. He entered the first door on the left and Patrick looked around, realizing they were in Pete’s bedroom.
“Pete?” Patrick asked with a little frown, unsure.
Pete put him down on the bed more gently then the werewolf had expected, and lied down too.
“Would you like to share the master bedroom with me?” Pete asked with a huge grin, and Patrick let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding back. “What? You thought I was really going to go all caveman on you and steal your precious virtue?” Pete asked with an incredulous look on his face. “I would ask you first.”
“That’s reassuring.” Patrick smirked despite his words.
“So, d’you want to share?” Pete moved his hand to Patrick’s side, stroking his arm slowly.
“I’d love to.” Patrick nodded and moved closer, his face just inches from Pete’s.
“What about your virtue?” Pete grinned, lowering his head to kiss Patrick’s neck. “May I steal it in a very wild, sweaty and animalistic way?”
“I was wondering when you were gonna ask for this,” Patrick whispered, his voice serious as Pete looked up. “I was starting to think I did something wrong.”
“I thought you needed time to adapt.” Pete bit on his lower lip, surprised. “I just-- I didn’t want to rush things, for once in my life.” He sat up and brought Patrick with him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I never-- I mean, not with a guy.” Patrick looked away, embarrassed. “And that time with Mikey you-- I don’t think I could be like that, not at first at least.”
“Patrick,” Pete whispered, bringing his hand to stroke the werewolf’s cheek. “If I wanted rough sex against the wall, there’d be Mikey here.” He leaned closer and kissed Patrick’s forehead. “I want you to be yourself.”
“Even if I’m clumsy and I have no clue about sex with guys?” Patrick tried to ignore the way his cheeks felt warmer and focused on Pete.
“Yeah.” Pete smiled at him, sincere and reassuring. “Whenever you feel ready.”
Patrick smiled up at him and relaxed, closing his eyes. “Can we sleep now?”
“Sure.” Pete pulled Patrick closer and kissed him briefly, then stood from the bed. “We left the candles in the library, I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” Patrick watched as Pete exited the room, then let himself fall back on the bed, happy.
~~
Part B here, since LJ is a stupid bitch and doesn’t allow long posts.
Author:
jen_jm
Pairing: Pete/Mikey, Pete/Patrick.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Mikey Way, mention of others.
Word count: 24,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings.
Disclaimer: no one in here belongs to me, they all belong to Pete Wentz themselves.
I really don’t mean to offend anyone and nothing of what I wrote in this story is to be considered real, it’s all fiction.
Author’s Notes: Prequel to Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional) and I slept with someone in the Wentz clan (And all I got was this hugeass mess about demons and weird spirits). Title from Fall Out Boy’s “The Carpal Tunnel Of Love”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
Beta: my dear and very patient
nejem
Dedication: to my webwife
faechan. Luv ya, darling. <3
Summary: “When he looked in that direction, Pete saw a big wolf drinking from the lake, his blond fur shining in the moonlight. He reached for the knife he kept in his pocket, but the animal looked up and saw him. A second later Pete stood and the wolf growled loudly.” - Set before Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional).
Crossposted
Part 1
~~
One week later
“I never spent this much time alone with someone who wasn’t Mikey,” Pete declared as he sat on his armchair with a sigh.
“Are you trying to tell me I’m the worst company ever?” Patrick looked up from the book with a little smile.
“No, I’m just telling you that twenty years ago I would have killed you on the third day, maybe the fourth.” Pete shrugged, his frown deepening.
“That’s flattering,” Patrick retorted with a sarcastic smile.
“It’s my way to tell you I like your company.” Pete rolled his eyes, then looked for a book as well.
“If you miss him you should, you know--” Patrick hesitated, taking a deep breath, then continued, “You should tell Mikey to come back.”
“He needs to learn the lesson.” Pete’s face hardened and he looked up at the werewolf. “Besides, I promised to keep him away from you.”
Patrick looked relieved by those words and smiled a little. When he saw Pete stand from the armchair and head for the door, he frowned. “Where are you going?”
“To see if Butch changed his mind.” Pete shrugged, like it was the most natural thing to say. “Behave,” he said with a little smirk, then walked out.
Patrick watched the door close and lied down on his side, thoughtful. He tugged at the chain once, then pursed his lips. Pete had left him alone just a couple of times during that week, always coming back with food for him, or some new book. They had had a few long conversations about how Pete was going to have a huge library in his new house, and Patrick had been shocked to realize he wanted Pete to have what he wanted.
He shook his head as he tried to ignore those thoughts for the tenth time that day, and focused on the chain instead. Maybe if he pulled strongly enough, he could break the hook in the wall that kept it there. If Butch’s guys were everywhere, once he escaped they were going to find him pretty soon.
Patrick sighed and pulled at the chain halfheartedly, wondering if the guys from his pack were really looking for him or if they had given up on saving him. Pete was treating him right, hell, Pete was treating him well, and Patrick was convinced that if Butch kept refusing, the vampire was going to free him anyway. He abandoned himself on the bed at that thought, his heart clenching painfully. If Butch kept refusing to help him, then maybe Patrick wasn’t going to go back to him, not even if Pete freed him.
That thought made him want to scream his lungs out, to let his rage out. Instead he wiped the single tear that fell down his cheek and closed his eyes, hoping Pete was going to be home soon.
~
It took almost six hours and Patrick slept for most part of them, waking from time to time to make sure he was still alone in the apartment. When Pete finally came home, Patrick was lying on his stomach, concentrating on the book he was reading. As soon as he looked up, though, he noticed Pete’s shirt was soaked on blood and the vampire was limping.
“Are you okay?” Patrick stood from the bed, but the chain stopped him.
“Just a graze, it’s healing.” Pete nodded and quickly took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. “You should see the other guy,” he added with a little smirk.
“What happened?” Patrick sat on the edge of the bed, biting on his lower lip.
“Your friend Butch attacked me.” Pete touched his side tentatively and hissed as he lost more blood from the wound.
“Did he follow you here?” Patrick eyed the door, worried.
“No, he’s injured too and I’m good at covering my tracks.” Pete saw the relief in Patrick’s eyes and frowned. “You should be sad, now.”
“I know.” Patrick looked down and took a deep breath. “But I’m happy you’re okay.”
Pete was surprised to hear that and a little genuine smile tugged at his lips. The wound finally healed and he walked to the water-filled bowl he kept in the small kitchenette to clean himself. Once he was done, he came back and stood in front of Patrick.
“You know what?” Pete took a little key from his pocket and reached for Patrick’s left wrist. “Here, go home,” he added as he opened the handcuff.
“What?” Patrick froze on the spot, unbelieving.
“I’m an idiot, I shouldn’t have brought you here.” Pete walked to the closed window, not looking at him. “I can’t put you through more pain and trouble, not after what Mikey did.”
“Pete,” Patrick whispered as stood from the bed, still shocked. “What about your freedom? What about everything else?”
“I’ll find another way, another guy to kidnap.” Pete shrugged, facing the werewolf.
“One Butch will care about?” Patrick arched an eyebrow, his face hardening.
“One I’ll be able to kill, if needed,” Pete retorted, his voice harsh and surprisingly low.
“You don’t have to.” Patrick shook his head quickly, approaching. “You’re not evil, Pete, I thought you were, but--”
“But?” Pete waited for the werewolf to continue, both curious and annoyed.
“When Mikey’s not around, you’re a different guy, you’re a better guy,” Patrick whispered, careful, like he feared Pete could get mad.
“Mikey’s a part of me.” Pete’s gaze moved to the side, to the dark surface of the desk. “I was like him not a long time ago.”
“You’re better than that, you can be,” Patrick insisted stubbornly as he took more steps towards the vampire.
“You’ve known me for two weeks.” Pete chuckled, angry and confused.
“But I’m still here.” Patrick spread his arms, looking around. “No chain keeping me, but I’m standing in front of you.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t believe you’re evil. You’re playing the part of the bad guy only because you think it’s your role, but it’s not.” Patrick reached the vampire with a determined look on his face. “Because you bring me food and you buy me new clothes while Butch should be the one who cares about me, and he doesn’t.”
“He does.” Pete lowered his gaze, biting on his lip. “And he’s really close to giving up.”
“Then why are you letting me go?” Patrick shook his head, visibly confused.
“You want the truth?” Pete sighed, exasperated. “I’ve know you for two weeks, two fucking weeks, and I watch you sleep, I feel bad when I see you cry, I fucking care about you and you’re not good for me.”
“You’re an idiot,” Patrick whispered, not taking his gaze off Pete once.
“Go home.” Pete turned and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t understand why the thought of Patrick leaving for good made him feel so sick, but he knew he had to let him go before it was too late. Getting involved with a kidnapped werewolf was the worst thing he could do in that moment.
“I’m gonna help you,” Patrick said, and his voice was much closer. “I owe you, for saving me from that village, for taking care of me, for protecting me from Mikey.”
“Dude, I kidnapped you.” Pete chuckled, but tensed when he felt a tentative hand on his shoulder.
“You could have done worse things.” Patrick nodded as he watched Pete turn slowly.
“You’re the most selfless creature I’ve ever met.” Pete sounded awed and the werewolf tilted his head to the side.
“Take notes, then,” Patrick joked, a little smile tugging at his lips.
“D’you really want to help me?” Pete looked at the werewolf in the eye, surprised. “If Butch finds out, he’ll never forgive you.”
“He won’t find out.” Patrick shrugged, pointing at the chain resting on the bed. “I know how to play the damsel in danger, I practiced a lot.”
“If I wasn’t the tough bad guy I am, I’d hug you,” Pete admitted and Patrick let out a soft, relieved laughter.
“How long d’you think it’ll take him to give in?” The werewolf asked as he walked back towards the bed.
“I don’t know,” Pete admitted with a sigh. “If you miss your family, you should go back.”
“If my family missed me enough, I wouldn’t be here.” Patrick’s face hardened, but he didn’t lower his eyes. “Butch made me swear eternal loyalty to the pack when he bit me.”
“A real leader doesn’t leave anyone behind.” Pete nodded and saw the surprise in Patrick’s gaze. “As bastard and wicked as Mikey can be, I’d never leave him behind.”
“You’re in love with him, of course you wouldn’t.” Patrick smiled softly at that, looking at the chain.
“I’m not in love with him.” Pete frowned, surprised by the werewolf’s words. “He’s my Childe and he’ll always be special to me, I love him, but not like that.”
“Oh.” Patrick looked down and bit on his lower lip, embarrassed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not the kind of tough bad guy who’s too tough to talk about this stuff.” Pete smiled and went to sit at the desk.
Patrick raised his gaze, a little surprise when he realized Pete wasn’t mad at him. “So, what are we supposed to do?”
“Well, wait.” Pete shrugged and opened a book. “I’ll go get some new books.”
“And strawberries,” Patrick added, smirking when Pete turned to address him a surprised look. “What? I’m not a prisoner, I’m a guest, so I can ask for things.”
Pete chuckled and shook his head, going back to reading.
~~
Two days later
Patrick woke up with the feeling of being watched. When he opened his eyes, Pete was lying on his side right in front of him, smiling.
“Creep,” Patrick muttered sleepily and Pete laughed.
“I brought you strawberries,” Pete announced as he put a little bowl on the bed between them.
“I forgive you.” Patrick smiled and took a fruit, putting it in his mouth.
“How thoughtful.” Pete chuckled, then rested his head on his hand, propped up on one elbow.
“No, I mean, I forgive you.” Patrick looked at Pete in the eye, serious. “For kidnapping me, I understand why you did it.”
“Oh.” Pete looked surprised, then gave in and smiled. “And I forgive you for biting me twice at the lake.” Patrick blushed slightly at that and Pete picked a strawberry. “I totally shouldn’t feel like this right now.”
“Feel how?” Patrick swallowed, a bit taken aback.
“Happy,” Pete admitted as he held out the fruit and Patrick took it in his mouth. “I shouldn’t want to keep you with me.”
“But you do,” Patrick whispered with a little smile.
“I do.” Pete looked down, then shook his head, chuckling. “That’s why you should leave.”
“I’m not going to.” Patrick brought one hand to Pete’s chin, forcing him to look up. “I like staying here.”
“With me,” Pete added with a raised eyebrow.
“With you,” Patrick confirmed as his cheeks got suddenly pinker.
“Man, I’m so screwed.” Pete let himself fall on the bed, his eyes closed. Patrick laughed softly and took another strawberry.
~
Three days later
Pete entered the room and Patrick immediately understood something wasn’t right. “What happened?”
“Butch accepted,” Pete whispered, looking at Patrick in the eye. “His guys are leaving the city.”
Patrick felt his heart freeze for a second, then break in several pieces as he realized that no, he didn’t want to leave. The past days had passed too quickly, he and Pete had spent more and more time talking, joking, flirting. They had become closer than Patrick had expected and the thought of leaving, of going home, was making him feel sick.
“When?” Patrick asked as he lowered his gaze.
“Tomorrow afternoon, at the forest,” Pete announced with a flat voice. “You can keep the clothes when you go.”
“Pete.” Patrick looked up and saw the vampire shake his head.
“Shut up.” Pete headed for the other room and closed the door, leaving a stunned Patrick behind.
The werewolf sat on the bed as a tight knot formed in his throat. He spent the following hours lying on his back with his gaze fixed on the ceiling, trying to be happy. All he could feel, though, were rage and pain. Pete had brought him there three weeks before, and if Pete had been the vampire Butch thought he was, Patrick could have died anytime. He couldn’t get past the feeling of betrayal that made his heart clench.
When he looked at the pocket watch on the nightstand and realized it was one pm, he stood from the bed, going towards the second room. He knocked softly and waited for Pete to reply; when the vampire didn’t say anything, Patrick opened the door and looked inside.
“You remember how to get there, right?” Pete asked with an even voice, not looking at him as he stood next to the closed window.
“Yeah,” Patrick whispered, taking a few steps towards him. “What are you gonna do now?”
“I’ll buy a manor just out of town and I’ll try to mind my own business.” Pete shrugged and looked at the werewolf. “You know, I wouldn’t want to give Butch another reason to kill me.”
“I’m gonna miss you,” Patrick admitted as he felt his eyes water.
“You have to go.” Pete looked away from him and gestured towards the door. “Or they’ll think I’m keeping you.”
“Goodbye, Pete.” Patrick placed a small kiss on the corner of Pete’s mouth, surprising him.
Pete shut his eyes and, when he heard the main door close after the werewolf, he let out an angry growl and threw the nearest chair against the wall, breaking it into pieces.
~~
One week later
Mikey looked at the huge house in front of him and smirked. “You weren’t kidding when you said it was big.”
Pete smiled at his Childe and looked at the manor, sighing. There were rumors about a couple of guys getting killed by mysterious creatures in that house, but Pete hadn’t even asked about them. Death didn’t disturb him when he wasn’t the one causing it, and Mikey wouldn’t have cared anyway.
“I put wooden panels at the windows, just like the apartment, we can use any part of the house at any time,” Pete informed as they closed the gate and headed for the house. “There’s a barn for the horses in the back, and the garden is pretty wide.”
“I love it.” Mikey beamed like a little kid and hooked his arm around Pete’s. “I’m happy the werewolf turned out to be useful, after all.”
Pete stopped dead in his tracks and forced Mikey to look at him. “Don’t talk about him,” he whispered, suddenly angry. “Never, you got it?”
Mikey looked a little taken aback and nodded quickly. They didn’t say anything as they reached the door and stood in front of it. “We’re home.”
“We are,” Pete confirmed as he took the key from his pocket and opened. “Ladies first.”
Mikey was surprised by the abrupt change but smirked anyway, walking in the house. “Lady my ass.”
“That’s exactly what makes you a lady, darling,” Pete joked and slapped Mikey’s ass as he entered as well, then closed the door.
~
Six days later
When Pete heard the knock on the door, he immediately reached for his knife, keeping it hidden behind his back. Mikey was upstairs and Pete didn’t expect visitors, so when he opened the door and saw who was standing outside, he dropped the knife, shocked.
“Hi, Pete,” Patrick whispered, his eyes bloodshot, like he had been crying, and his smile unsure.
“What-- what are you doing here?” Pete moved aside to let him in and picked up his knife, putting it away. “I thought the pack left Chicago.”
“They did,” Patrick confirmed, looking at the floor. “I came back.”
“Why?” Pete could feel strong, conflicting emotions coming from the werewolf.
“If you can’t guess why I’m here right now, then it was a mistake.” Patrick raised his gaze and Pete could see him bite on his lower lip.
“If you do this, Butch will never forgive you.” Pete shook his head, worried. “If you leave him. he’ll never let you go back.”
“I know,” Patrick replied with unsteady voice. “It’s up to you, Pete, just say yes or no.”
“If you say yes, I’ll be out of that door in ten minutes,” Mikey warned from the top of the staircase, furious. “For good.”
Pete looked at his Childe, shocked. “Don’t make me choose between you two, Mikey.”
The young vampire walked downstairs and reached them, glaring in Patrick’s direction. “Why the fuck is this dog so important to you?”
Pete slapped Mikey at those words, his gaze hardening. Mikey’s eyes widened and Pete saw plain rage in them. “Fine,” Mikey muttered through clenched teeth. “Consider me a part of my brother’s clan from this day on.”
“Michael.” Pete watched as Mikey turned to walk upstairs, furious. “If you leave--” Pete stopped when he felt Patrick’s hand on his arm. He turned to look at him and saw the werewolf shake his head ‘no’.
Mikey quickly retrieved his things from his room and came back downstairs with a suitcase. “If I leave?” He stood in front of Pete, facing him.
“If you ever want to come back here, I’ll wait for you,” Pete replied, his gaze and his voice firm but not hostile. Mikey looked surprised by those words and hesitated just a second. “The door will always be open for you.”
Mikey turned and addressed Patrick a disgusted look. “I hate you,” he whispered before making his way to the door and slam it on his way out.
“That’s not what I was trying to do.” Patrick looked down and Pete sensed he was feeling ashamed and sorry for Mikey. “Pete, I--”
“Stay with me,” Pete just whispered, pulling Patrick close.
“Are you sure?” The werewolf looked up at Pete, worried and surprised. “Mikey’s important for you.”
“Mikey will get over it, sooner or later, but I can’t let you go.” Pete pulled him in a tight hug, closing his eyes. “You’re all I’ve thought about in the past two weeks, wolfie.”
“That’s better than Pattycake,” Patrick muttered against Pete’s neck and they both laughed.
“Welcome home.” Pete placed a kiss on Patrick’s forehead, smiling. Without a word the werewolf withdrew enough to look at him in the eye and tilted his head to the side. The second their lips touched, Pete realized Patrick was there to stay. For good, this time.
~~
Two months later
“Am I sure I want you to pick the furniture for this place?” Pete asked as Patrick showed him the new curtains. “Blue is too classic.”
“Peaceful,” Patrick corrected him with a smile. “You need something calming, I like the lamps and you already threw two of them against the living room wall.”
“I’m working on anger issues as well.” Pete’s jaw tightened and Patrick slapped him on the arm.
“See? That’s what’s wrong with you.” The werewolf sighed and brought a hand to Pete’s cheek. “Just take things a little less seriously, laugh about it.”
“If I laugh about the curtains you picked, then you’re gonna get angry and I’m gonna get angry too, and another lamp will be lost.” Pete arched an eyebrow, eyeing the lamp on the library table.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” Patrick chuckled and let Pete circle his waist with an arm. “Just try to see the bright side.”
“I’ll try.” Pete nodded, lowering his head to kiss Patrick’s neck. “Actually, blue isn’t so bad.”
“Really?” Patrick frowned a bit, surprised.
“Reminds me of your eyes,” Pete admitted with a genuine smile and saw Patrick blush. “I know, sappy.”
“I like you sappy,” Patrick confessed, looking at the vampire. “Even when you’re supposed to be the tough bad guy.”
“I told you, I’m a romantic kind of tough bad guy.” Pete snickered and suddenly lifted Patrick off the ground. The werewolf found himself with Pete’s shoulder against his stomach and the vampire’s arm around his legs.
Pete headed for the door, carrying Patrick like that, and the werewolf had to lower his head to dodge the doorframe.
“Okay, now you’re acting like a caveman.” Patrick laughed as Pete started to walk upstairs. “Where are we going?”
Pete slapped him gently on the ass and Patrick in response did the same to Pete’s head, but didn’t ask again. When he reached the top of the staircase, the vampire took the corridor on the right, then turned right again. He entered the first door on the left and Patrick looked around, realizing they were in Pete’s bedroom.
“Pete?” Patrick asked with a little frown, unsure.
Pete put him down on the bed more gently then the werewolf had expected, and lied down too.
“Would you like to share the master bedroom with me?” Pete asked with a huge grin, and Patrick let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding back. “What? You thought I was really going to go all caveman on you and steal your precious virtue?” Pete asked with an incredulous look on his face. “I would ask you first.”
“That’s reassuring.” Patrick smirked despite his words.
“So, d’you want to share?” Pete moved his hand to Patrick’s side, stroking his arm slowly.
“I’d love to.” Patrick nodded and moved closer, his face just inches from Pete’s.
“What about your virtue?” Pete grinned, lowering his head to kiss Patrick’s neck. “May I steal it in a very wild, sweaty and animalistic way?”
“I was wondering when you were gonna ask for this,” Patrick whispered, his voice serious as Pete looked up. “I was starting to think I did something wrong.”
“I thought you needed time to adapt.” Pete bit on his lower lip, surprised. “I just-- I didn’t want to rush things, for once in my life.” He sat up and brought Patrick with him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I never-- I mean, not with a guy.” Patrick looked away, embarrassed. “And that time with Mikey you-- I don’t think I could be like that, not at first at least.”
“Patrick,” Pete whispered, bringing his hand to stroke the werewolf’s cheek. “If I wanted rough sex against the wall, there’d be Mikey here.” He leaned closer and kissed Patrick’s forehead. “I want you to be yourself.”
“Even if I’m clumsy and I have no clue about sex with guys?” Patrick tried to ignore the way his cheeks felt warmer and focused on Pete.
“Yeah.” Pete smiled at him, sincere and reassuring. “Whenever you feel ready.”
Patrick smiled up at him and relaxed, closing his eyes. “Can we sleep now?”
“Sure.” Pete pulled Patrick closer and kissed him briefly, then stood from the bed. “We left the candles in the library, I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” Patrick watched as Pete exited the room, then let himself fall back on the bed, happy.
~~
Part B here, since LJ is a stupid bitch and doesn’t allow long posts.