Moonlight Fic: Gatecrashing for Amateurs

[midknight2501]

Title- Gatecrashing for Amateurs
Author- Midknight2501
Email- Midknight2501@yahoo.com
Rating- NC17
Pairing- Mick/Beth, Mick/Josef, Josef/Beth/Mick
Disclaimer- They're not mine, I'm just playing with them.
Notes- Part of the Thrall verse.
Music- Michael Buble- You Belong to Me, Mazzy Star- Into Dust. Don't ask me. This should have had porn music, really.

He catches Beth climbing in a spare room's window, and it's lucky it's him and not one of Josef's other guests, but from the blood scent coming from the faint scratch on her ankle from trekking through their Host's roses it's not going to be long before they've got company. Mick shoves the door shut, and glowers.

“What are you doing here? I told you this wasn't a party for-”

“Reporters?” She chirps, and he looks over his shoulder to the door again, and makes shushing gestures in the meantime.

“Not reporters. Beth, you really shouldn't have followed me here.” Mick herds her towards the open window, hand on her arm, and looks out once at the dark garden and his heart catches in his throat wondering how she even made it this far. Josef isn't throwing a party for his stock broker friends after all.

“Oh.” Josef says from the door, martini in one hand, and for a moment Mick is very glad it's not a Bloody Mary one way or the other. Josef's angry glare slides to him, and Mick narrowly avoids cowering. He puts himself between Beth and the older vampire, and Josef pushes the door shut again, leaning on it. “I thought I told you not to bring her.”

“I crawled in through the window.” Beth offers cheerily, before Mick can say anything.

“Did you not think she might follow you?” Josef demands, gesturing with the drink then sipping it.

“She didn't. I checked.” And he ignores the way she huffs behind him.

“Then how'd you get here?”

Mick turns, and he can't help thinking her smug grin is cute, even as vexed as he is with her. She waves her iPhone, showing a GPS tracking site. “You're not the only clever one.” She tells Mick, and Josef hides his smile in his drink, because really he should be furious about this. “So, what kind of party is this? A vampire one?” And she makes a gesture right out of a Hollywood horror movie and Josef only just spares himself the agony of alcohol up his nose.

At the dead silence, Beth glances back and forth between the two of them, and her face sort of crumbles, only it doesn't. “Oh. You're serious.”

“No.” Josef says. “You're serious. You said it.”

“Should I leave?” And she tries to duck back towards the window, only Mick grabs her arm. He stares at his hand, as if he's never seen it before, but won't look her in the eye. Beth looks to Josef, startled.

“That's not really a good idea. No idea what might happen to uninvited guests in the garden.” He looks her up and down, drinks. “It's awful dark out there, and one bad step amongst all that landscaping...”

Beth swallows hard, and he's pleased she pales a little. And damn her, even shocked she's too pretty. Josef wonders how Mick has this kind of luck. “The front door?”

Mick shrugs. “You'll have to pass...Everyone.”

He says that the same way Josef is saying she might have an accident in the garden. Well, not an accident, but- It'll look like an accident in the end. Josef watches Mick's hand slide down her arm, slow, coming to rest on her wrist and he wonders if he watches long enough if Mick will actually work up to holding her hand.

He doesn't have to wait. There's some loud laughter in the hall, and then someone knocks at the door, and when he glances back Beth and Mick's hands are linked like two bits of chain.

“Yes?” And he opens the door. Closed doors are rude at parties, everyone knows that, and there's a whole gaggle of giggling girls in the hall, a few with red bruised wounds here and there. They smile and wave, and then Thomas and Rosemary walk past chatting about wine and investments and at the same creepy moment their heads swing to the side in unison and their eyes find Beth. Josef pretends he's not cursing inside, and offers them his Host smile. “Rosemary, what a lovely dress you have on tonight.”

Rosemary nods, and stares past him, and Josef has to wonder exactly what it is about Beth. She's cute, there's something about her, but for god's sake he's Josef Konstantin and he's lived nearly four hundred years and he knows exactly how to wear bracers to the best effect and even Thomas is staring at Beth, with a hungry smile on his face.

“And who's this?” Thomas asks, stepping towards the door Josef is currently blocking. Rosemary blinks when Josef doesn't just get out of the way.

“Ah.” He turns back, glances over his shoulder, and imagines Mick putting up a fight to protect Beth from the ravening hoard of party goers. “This is Beth.” He turns his big smile back on the other two vampires. “She's one of Mick's special friends. Sort of a gift to the host, if you know what I mean.” Josef can literally feel Mick's glare between his shoulder blades, and wonders if he should put a lock on the inside of his freezer, just in case. He glances back, and there's the glare. “Right, Mick?”

He sees the hand holding Beth's hand go white at the knuckles but Mick's face doesn't change. “Right.” He says after a slow second of tension, and his arm goes forward, handing Beth up like this is a dance and Josef is cutting in. With the hand not holding the drink Josef reaches for her, her hand hot like a brand or a water bottle, and pulls her close. Cleverly she wraps her arm around his, clinging like a vine and only glances back at Mick once.

Rosemary and Thomas watch with avid and interested eyes, and Josef dips his head into the curve of her neck, full of her freshly clean scent which is slightly nervous, and sweetness of blood. The pale blue dress hanging on her shoulder begs to be pushed off, but he can't seem to do it, despite the dishable he's left some of the other party girls in. He glanced up, over her shoulder through the veil of her hair and the look on Mick's face is agony. Josef throws him a wink.

“Come on, Mick, no sense in drinking a vintage like this alone.”

Mick, sadly, doesn't cling like a vine, but he follows them. Down the hall, through the press and crush of the vampires and the girls, through the living room. They wind up in Josef's study where one well placed glare clears the room. Josef wonders what exactly James McKay thought he was going to find snooping around his desk, because really, this is a party and Josef isn't stupid enough to leave piles of money or bank account numbers just lying about, but then his mind comes back to Beth and the eaten up face Mick is making and Rosemary and Thomas in the doorway, standing too close. They're going to watch, and Josef absently wonders if the two of them mounting each other while Josef and Mick feed on Beth is going to be tomorrow's Buzzwire headline. With photos, no doubt snapped with Beth's ever present iPhone.

The look he favors Mick with is a mix of “You owe me.” and “I'm going to bite your girlfriend.”. The look he favors Beth with is something he hopes Mick doesn't see, and it leaves her flushed. He tips back his martini and then abandons the empty glass on a convenient table all the while walking Beth back towards the leather couch that looks like it's big enough for three, even lying down. He's still got a hold of her, where she's holding on to him, so when he stops, right before her calves hit the leather she goes nowhere, and he ignores Mick's warning growl and reaches for her. Two fingers trace the little part of her shoulder that is bared, then up her neck, and he takes one step farther in, hand bracing against her hair, and kisses her.

At first she thinks it's an act, this kiss, but Josef tilts her into it, plays the edge of her lips with his tongue, and when she finally gasps he knows she's his. Or as close to his as she's ever really going to be.

Mick's growl hikes up, warning, and Josef finds himself wrenched away, Beth gasping and then Mick's mouth is on his for the taste of Beth. At least that's what Josef assumes Mick wants, because he's searching everywhere for her, tongue against Josef's teeth, tangled with his own, and with a gasp, because he's forgotten Mick can kiss like this, so much chained passion under those Henleys and the do-good attitude, Mick breaks away. Mick's fingers trace over Josef's own, against the soft silk of her hair, and Mick is taking her mouth so possessively Josef has to wonder if he's going to be allowed to kiss her again.

Absently, he wonders about her boyfriend Josh, but decides he doesn't care. This is all about saving Beth he tells himself and glances back over one shoulder at a barely quiet moan. Thomas has his face buried under Rosemary's hair, but she's staring at Josef as if she wants to be under his hands. He looks away and conceals a shudder by pushing Beth down onto the couch, breaking the kiss. She blinks up at them, confused for a second and touches her lips, surprised.

He sinks down on one side of her, and Mick waits a tense second until Josef waves for him to sit, and then he's back to toying with her hands, white knuckles and all.

“Are you learning anything about gatecrashing?” Josef asks, and Beth turns her attention to him as he lifts her wrist, fingers tracing the soft flesh light as a breeze. There's a slim bracelet in his way, and he toys with the clasp before slipping it off. Blood flushes her cheeks, and he wonders if this is even a real punishment.

“I'm not supposed to?” She replies, watching him, watching her. Mick presses a kiss to her upturned palm, and her attention swings to him. Josef settles back into the soft leather, and lifts her wrist, twining his fingers with hers. He doesn't bother to kiss her hand, but leans forward and presses his face into the crook of her arm, dragging that soft skin against the side of his face until the paper thin flesh of her wrist grazes his lips and all he can breath is her scent.

Mick can toy around as long as he wants, but Josef is having this now. He tastes her once, strong swipe of tongue, and absently he registers Thomas' faint growl and then he presses his fangs into her skin and it gives, soft like butter. Beth cries out, startled, only it's not a bad cry and her fingers twine with his just before they find the side of his face and the very edge of her nails comb against his hair. He purrs against his will at the touch, and wonders if he should shake it off before he becomes addicted to such a thing.

She pulls away from him, and his fingers tighten on hers, and she makes a whining noise and he can taste it in her blood the moment Mick has given in as well. There's a certain sweetness now, warm like rum in her blood, and Josef lets himself fall back amongst all that soft leather, the warmth of her curling against his side. Debauchery, that's what this is, and he breaks away from her wrist, the taste of her, because he has to reach over, and Mick is already struggling with his shirt sleeve, the wrist of it, and Josef yanks it back with a growl and the snarl of rending fabric, and then he can bury his fangs in Mick's flesh as well, and Mick probably bites down a little at that because Beth makes a very interesting noise. Her scalding fingers come around his neck, press under his jaw feeling him swallow Mick's blood, and he feels her blood smearing on the inside of his collar, hot like butter in a skillet, and he realizes the stupid high pitched noise is coming from him as her blood drips like fire down the inside of his shirt, against his bare chest.

He jerks away from Mick, gasping, and in one fell swoop he's got Beth in his arms, and Mick is staring at him with eyes big and black like a puppy dog's, only there's a heat there pets just can't manage. He makes sure to elbow Thomas in the kidney on his way out the door, earning a snarled ooomf, and then the cool metal of his door knob is under his hand, and Beth's breath is like an open furnace where she's buried her head in the crook of his neck, and he can feel Mick just behind him like a fucking bookend.

Probably not the worst analogy he's ever come up with in the heat of passion, but it's bad enough that he flinches right before he flings Beth on to his too big bed. She reaches for him, blindly, and he catches her hands, presses wet kisses to her wrist wounds, then leans in and shares a blood flavored kiss with her, and she reacts like it's chocolate syrup. Absently he hears Mick set the lock, and he wonders if the party is going to be ok for a few hours without it's host.

Mick pulls her away with a sullen moan, and her hair falls loose around her face because Mick just happened to lay hands on her in whatever way gets all the bobby pins wrong, and Josef takes a moment to peel her heels off, fingers catching at all the little clasps, and then he shrugs and grabs the hem of Mick's black Henley and drags it up, ignoring Mick and Beth's hiss as cotton came between them. He kicks his shoes off, and kneels up on the bed, and the mattress gives just enough that Beth spills across his lap. Mick growls, reaches over, and finds the buttons Beth can't seem to make work and he just rips. Vampire strength is good for one thing at least, and there goes a hundred dollars of nice shirt fluttering off the side of the bed. His suspenders survived somehow, loose around his hips, and Beth traces the edge of them, her fingers too warm.

Grabbing Mick by the hair he drags him over Beth, hears her squeal, and then he's tasting Beth's blood again from the inside of Mick's mouth. He makes the kiss just this side of angry, and wrenches his hand in Mick's hair hard enough that Mick whines and arches his throat, and breaks the kiss with a hissed “Sorry, I'm sorry.”.

“You better be.” He snaps, then pushes Mick away. His hands fall on Beth's dress, the shoulders of it sliding down, baring her.

“What?” She asks, muzzily, and reaches back to cup Mick's head to her, finger combing his hair as he pressed kisses to her nape.

“You.” Josef says, jabbing her with a finger between her now bared breasts. “You should be out in the parlor, being shared amongst all my guests and dumped in a ditch tomorrow morning.” She blinks at him, confused, as one of Mick's hands and one of Josef's caress her, cupping a breast apiece. “Instead, I'm going to pretend that Mick gave you to me, and I was magnanimous enough to share, and you'll go home anemic and well fucked and alive. This is terribly rude of me because I'm the host.”

Beth can't seem to make out the words, but her hands run up his arms, the lean flesh of his muscles, and Josef's eyes slot almost closed at the heat of her. Mick watches him over Beth's shoulder, their hair blending together, and Josef wonders when the last time was he had two people this pretty in his bed, and decides it was the early nineteen hundreds, and then he hisses because Beth is cheekily grinning at him while she pinches his nipples, and even Mick looks a little cowled at the face he's making. He crawls over her, crushing her into Mick and if he took her mouth before, this time it's to ravage it, to make her cry and squirm between the two of them, dress hinched around her hips like the most preposterous kind of belt.

Mick's hands come between them at the same time Mick presses wet kisses to the side of Josef's throat, making him keen into Beth's kiss. Nimble fingers grasp his hips, pulling him down hard, making him growl as he grinds into Beth, and then they find the button and the zip. His pants and his boxer briefs are shoved down his thighs with some clever shifting about and Josef meets Mick's eyes, a little startled that he's being so accommodating that Josef should have Beth first.

Josef leans off Beth just long enough to shove her dress and her silk underwear off her, off the bed, and Mick pulls her against him, still half clothed, his hands on her breasts and she turns half a second to kiss him ravenously. It's too much passion for one little girl, and Josef wonders if she's been drugged, but he knows the taste of her blood and it's pure. She wants this, as unsingle as she is, and he thrusts into her hard, getting her attention back from Mick with a pleasured gasp. Her heat scalds him, and he sinks his fangs into Mick's neck, hearing him scream, feeling her arch between the press of both their bodies. She does a little screaming herself, because even if Josef has his fangs buried in Mick's neck he's flexible, and clever, and one hand slides from her hip to where she's open for him and his thumb draws little circles against her center, and it's almost like she's fighting them except the nails on his back aren't cutting into flesh and she's muttering the best kind of obscenities into his hair.

It's good, better than some of the sex he's paid for in the last few years, and he only reluctantly takes his mouth from Mick's throat and lets her kiss him, throughly, hungrily as he slides in and out of her heat at a ravenous pace. She comes twice before he does, sobbing, and the third time he's finishing himself and what sets him off are the teeth in his own neck. He can feel his own blood on his skin, and he nearly roars, going blind, and it's only after that he realizes they're blunt human teeth. He shoves her away, a little harder than he has to, and she falls on Mick like a rag doll, gasping hard, mouth red and wet.

“Fuck.” He hisses, glaring. “Look what your fucking human did to my neck.” And he presses his fingers there, painting them an obvious red. And for some reason he's grinning, even as he puts those fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

Mick huffs at the side of her neck, in the depths of her scent, and his eyes go wide. Josef curses again, because even without that look on Mick's face he can guess what Mick is smelling on her, in her. Them.

Beth took the blood out of his mouth, Mick's blood, and the blood from his neck, which he can't seem to stop petting as much as it makes the wound hurt, bright and sharp. She's not dying, thank god.

“This is your fault.” He says and gets off the bed. His pants are so high end the wrinkles fall out of them with one shake and he pulls them back over himself with harsh gestures.

“How is this my fault?” Mick demands, as Josef turns to his wardrobe looking for a new shirt. He buttons it quickly, tucks it in, and the bracers are back up. He pauses in front of a mirror, finger combs his hair, then pets at his throat where blood is still faintly welling.

“She's your human, therefore this is all your fault.” Josef tells him, turning to face his well used bed and it's two occupants. Beth is giving him a look so heated he almost throws his clothes off, but then he remembers why he's angry at her and he doesn't. Almost.

“Technically, now she's our human.” Mick points out, then cringes at the look Josef gives him. Josef pauses, shakes himself, then walks to the door. He looks back once, eyes hot on both of them and not just with anger.

“Fuck her, get her out of here, and I swear to god you better be ready to make this up to me when I get back.” He snaps, and slams the door open and shut.

It's only once he's got another martini in hand and Rosemary is giving him this desperate look, one Thomas is echoing, that he lets the sated grin settle on his face. Beth is good. He's had her now, he'll have her again, and once all this Host business is over he'll be having Mick.

It's a red letter night and he plans to mark it on the calendar.