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VAMPIRE PORN I REFUSE TO GRACE WITH A TITLE
RATED NC-17, ARE YOU EVEN SURPRISED AT THIS POINT
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon+William
Warnings: The usual vampire nonsense (including dubcon that could be interpreted as noncon), plus (spoiler) bonus ruined orgasms! Oh and incredibly self-indulgent, once again.
Summary: Sequel to my last vampire porno adventures. Basically.
Disclaimer: ...No.
Brendon wakes up unable to see, unable to move, and barely able to think.
Well, “wakes up” isn’t quite accurate-the more aware he becomes, the more he remembers the hands, the words, the eyes that led him here. He remembers being told to strip, get on the bed, position himself on his hands and knees, shut his eyes and not open them again until he’s told to.
They’re still shut. Brendon thought he’d been blindfolded, but he doesn’t feel any cloth over his face-and no restraints around his wrists. He could open his eyes, he could stand up and walk out right now-
“Brendon.”
No, he couldn’t.
“Yes?”
“There’s someone here to see you.”
Brendon listens, tries to pick up who else is in the room, but he’s still having trouble orienting himself, much less making sense of his surroundings.
“Get on the bed.”
Brendon’s still trying to process the order when he feels a weight shift the bed, and he realizes it wasn’t for him. It’s not much weight-it might be Carden, or one of the newer recruits, it could be anybody, really, William’s type tends to be small and skinny.
Except-Brendon takes a deep breath, taking in as much sensation as he can.
He smells a human.
“You must have known I’d find out,” William says, never one to keep his mouth shut if no one will contest him (which, generally, never happens). “I can smell you on him, and him on you.” William’s voice starts to move, circling around the bed. “You touched something of mine, Brendon. You bit him. Did you really think you’d get away with it?”
Brendon can’t move. Even if he could, he wouldn’t protest; he didn’t think he’d get away with it. He knew he’d be punished, he just-
“I suppose you’re still young,” William continues. “Unable to control yourself.”
There’s silence for a moment, then the bed shakes a little, and there’s a small gasp.
“And I suppose you’re not entirely to blame. Ryan here, he says you mesmerized him.” There’s another gasp, and Brendon wishes he could see what William’s doing-maybe breathing on Ryan’s throat, maybe running his perfectly maintained nails down his back.
“But we both know that’s not true, right? You haven’t mastered the mesmer, not yet. Maybe you had some influence, but…” Another gasp, this one sharper. “He certainly didn’t fight you very hard. He forgot that he belongs to me.”
Ryan makes another noise, another pained gasp followed this time by a sigh. William’s probably biting him, marking him, taking some of his blood to make a point.
It doesn’t last long, just a second or two of sucking noises before Brendon hears William’s footsteps moving to the other end of the room.
“I’m going to have to punish you. But first, I have a promise to fulfill.” There’s a soft thump of fabric against fabric-William must be sitting in the armchair a few feet away.
“Ryan, you’re going to fuck Brendon, and I’m going to watch.” Brendon can almost see William crossing his legs, lacing his fingers together, his usual position when he’s trying to look authoritative sitting down.
Ryan doesn’t move, and Brendon can hear him taking a few nervous breaths. He’s just as confused as Brendon is.
“Ryan,” William hisses, and Brendon can hear the mesmer in his voice, can feel its effects even when it’s not directed at him, making his brain slow down and listen to every word William says. “Get him ready.”
Brendon’s hips jerk without his permission, because William’s voice-he’d follow that voice to the ends of the earth just to hear another word.
(He’s gotten off from listening to that voice alone-William once tied him to the bed and just talked to him until he was straining up and begging, and he came without a hand on him the second William gave him the order to.)
William laughs, and Brendon realizes he’d made a noise in the back of his throat just thinking back to that time. “See? Look how eager he is-he needs this. You’d better give him what he needs before he starts begging, it’s a pathetic sight to see.”
Brendon should probably feel indignant, or ashamed, but then there’s a plastic pop and one hand on his back and William’s saying, “Start with two, he can take it,” and Brendon relaxes, waiting.
(He vaguely wonders when he stopped having any will at all that wasn’t William’s.)
Then Ryan’s pressing two slick fingers into him-clumsy, without warning, obviously influenced by the mesmer-and Brendon goes on autopilot. He likes Ryan’s fingers, likes the way they’re longer than William’s. (has liked them since he saw them wrapped around Ryan’s cock, oh god, he’s barely even had the chance to think about that since this whole mess started)
“Hurry up,” William sighs, with just enough mesmer in his voice that Ryan speeds up immediately, and Brendon pushes back against him without thinking. Ryan’s not making it particularly good for him, but Brendon can wait, he can definitely wait for Ryan. (for William)
He doesn’t have to wait long, apparently-William’s obviously impatient. “That’s enough.”
Ryan retracts his fingers quickly, quick enough that there’s a pinch of pain, and Brendon has to will himself to relax as Ryan puts his hands on Brendon’s hips, lining himself up.
Brendon’s used to being fucked with as little prep as possible, William’s always trying to push his limits, but fuck, he’s never been put up against this before-Ryan’s stretching him to the point of pain already, and he’s barely got the head of his cock inside. He feels grateful for every second Ryan stretched him with his fingers, every ounce of lube Ryan’s been allowed to use.
When Ryan’s finally slid into him all the way, there’s a long pause as Brendon waits for his body to adjust. And he’s going to need some adjustment, because holy fuck, it’s been a while since he was with someone who wasn’t William, and this is kind of a jump.
But once he’s gotten used to the feeling (so fucking stretched, so fucking full, he’s going to break in half, he’s going to burst if he moves a single inch), he lets out a sharp breath, which Ryan apparently takes as the cue to start moving.
It takes a few thrusts before Ryan starts to build up a rhythm, but once he does, he’s fucking Brendon hard and fast, gripping his hips tightly enough to leave bruises (at least, they would, assuming he had enough blood to spare for a bruise). Brendon would be scrabbling at the sheets for a better grip, but he can still feel William’s mental bonds on him, keeping him from moving his limbs or opening his eyes. All he can do is sit and wait and listen and feel, which he supposes is enough-especially when Ryan fucks him just right, tearing a moan out of him that just goes on and on as Ryan takes the hint and hits that spot again and again, and fuck, he’s already-
“Getting close?” William whispers right next to his ear, and Brendon jerks away in surprise, breaking the rhythm Ryan’s still managing to keep up.
It’s a few more seconds before he remembers that he should probably answer William’s question, and he hisses out a “Yes” between gasps and groans. William knows how easy he is with a cock in his ass, how much he loves being stretched to his limits, how he looks when he’s getting close to the edge, William knows fucking everything about him.
Then Brendon feels a third hand on him, wrapping around his cock and stroking to match Ryan’s rhythm. He’s seeing spots behind his eyelids, his arms and legs are trembling, and he can barely force his mouth to gasp out the word “Please.”
William’s hand disappears. “No.”
Then Ryan’s pulling out, way too fast, and Brendon hears a loud thump and an “Ow, fuck, what the fuck!” from the floor. Brendon feels some of the mental chains on him break as William shoves him onto his back, spreading him open and taking his cock back in hand, and Brendon moans graciously-he’d been worried, so worried he wouldn’t get to come tonight, but now William’s stroking him at fucking superhuman speeds and oh fuck, oh fuck he’s so fucking close he’s going to he needs to-
William’s hand is gone again, and Brendon’s thrusting up into empty air, and he feels-
Like everything he’s felt in the past hour’s being sucked out of him. His cock is twitching and spurting over his stomach, but he barely feels it-he’s oversensitive and exhausted, like he always is, like he should be, but with nothing to show for it.
“Open your eyes.”
Brendon does, and blinks a few times to clear the blur, but it’s definitely William looming over him, smiling at him with that small smirk that never gets close to reaching his eyes. He’s still fully clothed, not a hair out of place.
“Now, Brendon.” William puts a hand on Brendon’s cheek and leaning forward, and even that is almost too much stimulation. “Next time, you won’t be touching something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Brendon nods, curling away from him slightly. William steps off of the bed and walks over to Ryan, who’s panting and shaking on the floor, still more than half-hard.
“You should go home now, Ryan,” William says, his voice cold and mesmer-less. Ryan scrambles across the floor to grab at his clothes, not looking at William.
“And you should go back to your room.” William raises an eyebrow at Brendon, and he doesn’t need to tell him twice.
Brendon and Ryan don’t look at each other as they leave William’s room. Brendon jumps onto his bed and stays there, and he hears Ryan slam the front door. William won’t like that.
He thinks about jerking off before going to sleep, just waiting a little while so he can at least get one real orgasm out of the night, but-
But William wouldn’t want that.
VAMPIRE PORN I REFUSE TO GRACE WITH A TITLE
RATED NC-17, ARE YOU EVEN SURPRISED AT THIS POINT
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon+William
Warnings: The usual vampire nonsense (including dubcon that could be interpreted as noncon), plus (spoiler) bonus ruined orgasms! Oh and incredibly self-indulgent, once again.
Summary: Sequel to my last vampire porno adventures. Basically.
Disclaimer: ...No.
Brendon wakes up unable to see, unable to move, and barely able to think.
Well, “wakes up” isn’t quite accurate-the more aware he becomes, the more he remembers the hands, the words, the eyes that led him here. He remembers being told to strip, get on the bed, position himself on his hands and knees, shut his eyes and not open them again until he’s told to.
They’re still shut. Brendon thought he’d been blindfolded, but he doesn’t feel any cloth over his face-and no restraints around his wrists. He could open his eyes, he could stand up and walk out right now-
“Brendon.”
No, he couldn’t.
“Yes?”
“There’s someone here to see you.”
Brendon listens, tries to pick up who else is in the room, but he’s still having trouble orienting himself, much less making sense of his surroundings.
“Get on the bed.”
Brendon’s still trying to process the order when he feels a weight shift the bed, and he realizes it wasn’t for him. It’s not much weight-it might be Carden, or one of the newer recruits, it could be anybody, really, William’s type tends to be small and skinny.
Except-Brendon takes a deep breath, taking in as much sensation as he can.
He smells a human.
“You must have known I’d find out,” William says, never one to keep his mouth shut if no one will contest him (which, generally, never happens). “I can smell you on him, and him on you.” William’s voice starts to move, circling around the bed. “You touched something of mine, Brendon. You bit him. Did you really think you’d get away with it?”
Brendon can’t move. Even if he could, he wouldn’t protest; he didn’t think he’d get away with it. He knew he’d be punished, he just-
“I suppose you’re still young,” William continues. “Unable to control yourself.”
There’s silence for a moment, then the bed shakes a little, and there’s a small gasp.
“And I suppose you’re not entirely to blame. Ryan here, he says you mesmerized him.” There’s another gasp, and Brendon wishes he could see what William’s doing-maybe breathing on Ryan’s throat, maybe running his perfectly maintained nails down his back.
“But we both know that’s not true, right? You haven’t mastered the mesmer, not yet. Maybe you had some influence, but…” Another gasp, this one sharper. “He certainly didn’t fight you very hard. He forgot that he belongs to me.”
Ryan makes another noise, another pained gasp followed this time by a sigh. William’s probably biting him, marking him, taking some of his blood to make a point.
It doesn’t last long, just a second or two of sucking noises before Brendon hears William’s footsteps moving to the other end of the room.
“I’m going to have to punish you. But first, I have a promise to fulfill.” There’s a soft thump of fabric against fabric-William must be sitting in the armchair a few feet away.
“Ryan, you’re going to fuck Brendon, and I’m going to watch.” Brendon can almost see William crossing his legs, lacing his fingers together, his usual position when he’s trying to look authoritative sitting down.
Ryan doesn’t move, and Brendon can hear him taking a few nervous breaths. He’s just as confused as Brendon is.
“Ryan,” William hisses, and Brendon can hear the mesmer in his voice, can feel its effects even when it’s not directed at him, making his brain slow down and listen to every word William says. “Get him ready.”
Brendon’s hips jerk without his permission, because William’s voice-he’d follow that voice to the ends of the earth just to hear another word.
(He’s gotten off from listening to that voice alone-William once tied him to the bed and just talked to him until he was straining up and begging, and he came without a hand on him the second William gave him the order to.)
William laughs, and Brendon realizes he’d made a noise in the back of his throat just thinking back to that time. “See? Look how eager he is-he needs this. You’d better give him what he needs before he starts begging, it’s a pathetic sight to see.”
Brendon should probably feel indignant, or ashamed, but then there’s a plastic pop and one hand on his back and William’s saying, “Start with two, he can take it,” and Brendon relaxes, waiting.
(He vaguely wonders when he stopped having any will at all that wasn’t William’s.)
Then Ryan’s pressing two slick fingers into him-clumsy, without warning, obviously influenced by the mesmer-and Brendon goes on autopilot. He likes Ryan’s fingers, likes the way they’re longer than William’s. (has liked them since he saw them wrapped around Ryan’s cock, oh god, he’s barely even had the chance to think about that since this whole mess started)
“Hurry up,” William sighs, with just enough mesmer in his voice that Ryan speeds up immediately, and Brendon pushes back against him without thinking. Ryan’s not making it particularly good for him, but Brendon can wait, he can definitely wait for Ryan. (for William)
He doesn’t have to wait long, apparently-William’s obviously impatient. “That’s enough.”
Ryan retracts his fingers quickly, quick enough that there’s a pinch of pain, and Brendon has to will himself to relax as Ryan puts his hands on Brendon’s hips, lining himself up.
Brendon’s used to being fucked with as little prep as possible, William’s always trying to push his limits, but fuck, he’s never been put up against this before-Ryan’s stretching him to the point of pain already, and he’s barely got the head of his cock inside. He feels grateful for every second Ryan stretched him with his fingers, every ounce of lube Ryan’s been allowed to use.
When Ryan’s finally slid into him all the way, there’s a long pause as Brendon waits for his body to adjust. And he’s going to need some adjustment, because holy fuck, it’s been a while since he was with someone who wasn’t William, and this is kind of a jump.
But once he’s gotten used to the feeling (so fucking stretched, so fucking full, he’s going to break in half, he’s going to burst if he moves a single inch), he lets out a sharp breath, which Ryan apparently takes as the cue to start moving.
It takes a few thrusts before Ryan starts to build up a rhythm, but once he does, he’s fucking Brendon hard and fast, gripping his hips tightly enough to leave bruises (at least, they would, assuming he had enough blood to spare for a bruise). Brendon would be scrabbling at the sheets for a better grip, but he can still feel William’s mental bonds on him, keeping him from moving his limbs or opening his eyes. All he can do is sit and wait and listen and feel, which he supposes is enough-especially when Ryan fucks him just right, tearing a moan out of him that just goes on and on as Ryan takes the hint and hits that spot again and again, and fuck, he’s already-
“Getting close?” William whispers right next to his ear, and Brendon jerks away in surprise, breaking the rhythm Ryan’s still managing to keep up.
It’s a few more seconds before he remembers that he should probably answer William’s question, and he hisses out a “Yes” between gasps and groans. William knows how easy he is with a cock in his ass, how much he loves being stretched to his limits, how he looks when he’s getting close to the edge, William knows fucking everything about him.
Then Brendon feels a third hand on him, wrapping around his cock and stroking to match Ryan’s rhythm. He’s seeing spots behind his eyelids, his arms and legs are trembling, and he can barely force his mouth to gasp out the word “Please.”
William’s hand disappears. “No.”
Then Ryan’s pulling out, way too fast, and Brendon hears a loud thump and an “Ow, fuck, what the fuck!” from the floor. Brendon feels some of the mental chains on him break as William shoves him onto his back, spreading him open and taking his cock back in hand, and Brendon moans graciously-he’d been worried, so worried he wouldn’t get to come tonight, but now William’s stroking him at fucking superhuman speeds and oh fuck, oh fuck he’s so fucking close he’s going to he needs to-
William’s hand is gone again, and Brendon’s thrusting up into empty air, and he feels-
Like everything he’s felt in the past hour’s being sucked out of him. His cock is twitching and spurting over his stomach, but he barely feels it-he’s oversensitive and exhausted, like he always is, like he should be, but with nothing to show for it.
“Open your eyes.”
Brendon does, and blinks a few times to clear the blur, but it’s definitely William looming over him, smiling at him with that small smirk that never gets close to reaching his eyes. He’s still fully clothed, not a hair out of place.
“Now, Brendon.” William puts a hand on Brendon’s cheek and leaning forward, and even that is almost too much stimulation. “Next time, you won’t be touching something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Brendon nods, curling away from him slightly. William steps off of the bed and walks over to Ryan, who’s panting and shaking on the floor, still more than half-hard.
“You should go home now, Ryan,” William says, his voice cold and mesmer-less. Ryan scrambles across the floor to grab at his clothes, not looking at William.
“And you should go back to your room.” William raises an eyebrow at Brendon, and he doesn’t need to tell him twice.
Brendon and Ryan don’t look at each other as they leave William’s room. Brendon jumps onto his bed and stays there, and he hears Ryan slam the front door. William won’t like that.
He thinks about jerking off before going to sleep, just waiting a little while so he can at least get one real orgasm out of the night, but-
But William wouldn’t want that.