Fic: I slept with someone in the Wentz clan (And all I got was this hugeass mess about...) - [11/20]
Title: ‘I slept with someone in the Wentz clan (And all I got was this hugeass mess about demons and weird spirits)’ [11/20]
Author:
jen_jm
Pairing: Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer and a few many others.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Butch Walker, Greta Salpeter, others. Pretty much everyone from Cobras, Academy, FOB, Paramore, Green Day. Plus Maja Ivarsson of The Sounds, Bryce Avary, Pierre Bouvier and David Desrosiers from Simple Plan and many others will appear somewhere along the way.
Word count: 77,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, the same as the other one.
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: Sequel for Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional), so I suggest you read that one first, or you might not have a clue about what’s going on. Title from Fall Out Boy’s “I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and I got was this stupid song written about me”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
Beta: my dear and very patient
nejem
Dedication:
faechanand
nejem, who are two of the most amazing human beings on the planet. They supported me through this, they never yelled at me when I started obsessing over a scene, or when I freaked out for a writer’s block. Thank you girls, you are wonderful.
Summary: “Guys.” Maja looked between Pete and Patrick. “I think we have a problem.”
“No.” Patrick shook his head, determined. “Repeat with me, Maja. Everything is perfectly fine.”
“We really have a problem.” Maja bit on her lower lip, actually a bit scared by Patrick’s glare. - Set one month after the epilogue of Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional).
Timeline here (I’ll keep it updated)
Wentz Manor maps here
Crossposted
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Mikey entered the room and slowly closed the door, his eyes immediately stopping on Bryce. The boy was standing in front of the bed, holding a few clothes in his hands.
“Can we talk about this?” Mikey sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Tom already said everything that needed to be said.” Bryce muttered, turning to retrieve his shoes. “And I’m not here to cause trouble, I like staying here.”
“Tom is a jerk.” Mikey said as he took a step towards the werewolf.
“And you’re his Sire.” Bryce objected, turning to face him. “And from the few things I’ve learned in the past two weeks, that’s not something I should mess up with.”
“You’re not messing up with anything.” Mikey arched an eyebrow, looking at him in the eye. “I turned Tom because I needed his help and I used him. That’s all.”
“Look, you don’t owe me any explanation, we didn’t get married or anything, we just had sex.” Bryce resumed collecting his clothes, stubborn.
“And I’d love to repeat the experience, actually.” Mikey tilted his head to the side with a little grin.
“Why not Tom?” Bryce threw a pair of jeans on the bed and turned, exasperated.
“I have my reasons.” Mikey saw the werewolf’s expression harden and for a few seconds he just held his gaze. Then, he shook his head with a sigh, looking at the clothes lying messily on the bed. “I’m his Sire, there’s a bond between us, and I don’t want that bond to get stronger, I don’t want him to have feelings for me.” Mikey paused, looking back at Bryce.
“Why?” Bryce seemed confused by that answer, but his anger was cooling down.
“Because that’s what happened between me and Pete. And when Patrick came along, it was-- let’s just say things weren’t easy.” Mikey explained, shaking his head.
“You don’t have to cut him out like that, maybe Tom is your Patrick.” Bryce showed a little smile and took a step towards Mikey.
“Probably not.” Mikey let out a little laughter, truly amused. “Anyway, how the fuck did you get me to tell you the story of my life? Are you a shrink or what?”
“Hey, you said you weren’t against talking.” Bryce shrugged, and when Mikey circled his waist with an arm, he didn’t protest. “Don’t worry, nothing will leave this room.” He added, understanding Mikey’s discomfort for opening up so quickly.
“Not even you?” Mikey grinned, lowering his head to kiss Bryce’s neck.
“Not even me.” Bryce eventually gave up, closing his eyes.
“Don’t worry about Tom, as soon as he calms the hell down, I’ll talk to him.” Mikey assured, walking them towards the bed.
“You know, there’s only one word I can think of to describe this family.” Bryce laughed as he fell back on the clothes he’d been collecting.
“Dysfunctional?” Mikey straddled him, smirking widely.
“No.” Bryce glared a little, but the smile came back immediately. “Complicated.”
“Welcome to the Wentz motel.” Mikey pinned Bryce to the bed with his body, catching his lips in a quick kiss.
Not three minutes later the alarms went off and Bryce let his head fall back against the blanket, sighing. “Now what?”
“Get used to it, this place has more visitors than Panama Beach during Spring break.” Mikey started to get up but Bryce stopped him, bringing a hand to the back of the vampire’s neck.
“Do we need to go downstairs?” Bryce bit on his lower lip, looking at the boy above him. “I mean, there’s enough hunters to take care of it.”
“You only look innocent, don’t you?” Mikey smirked and bit gently on Bryce’s chin. “But I think it’s better if we go see what’s going on.”
“Okay.” Bryce let out a soft sigh and let Mikey go. The vampire kissed him again, then stood up slowly. “Do we need… I mean, should we hide this thing?”
“Why?” Mikey shrugged, fixing his shirt. “Everyone already knows about it.”
“What? How?” Bryce’s eyes widened in shock at that, and Mikey laughed, genuinely amused.
“You’re so not used to this place.” Mikey shook his head while the werewolf stood from the bed. “Ryan was in the library, so he knows, and he’s Brendon’s boyfriend, so Brendon knows as well.” Mikey explained with a smile. “If Brendon knows, everyone knows. It’s the golden rule of secrets here.”
“This place is crazy.” Bryce laughed as well and reached the door.
“Dysfunctional, I told you.” Mikey corrected as they walked out.
~~
“I like Bianca.” William whispered at Gabe as the vampire sat down on the couch in the library. Bianca and Pete were in the opposite corner, apparently talking about Ashlee.
“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.” Gabe pulled William in his lap, and the younger vampire circled his shoulders with an arm, while his legs rested on the couch. “She likes you too, and let me tell you, she’s kind of picky when it comes to who I spend my time with.”
“How many boyfriends have you introduced to her?” William narrowed his eyes, suspicious.
“You’re the first.” Gabe laughed quietly and placed a kiss on William’s temple. “But she’s never been exactly proud of me when I was, you know…”
“Evil?” William asked without accusation, caressing the back of Gabe’s neck with his thumb.
“Yeah.” Gabe admitted with a sigh. “She feels guilty, she thinks she gave me too much freedom when she turned me.” Gabe explained, looking at his Sire talking to Pete. “But she never gave up on me.”
“You never talk about her.” William rested his head on Gabe’s shoulder, relaxing in his arms.
“I know. She… retired.” Gabe replied, and his smirk came back. “About a century ago she went back to Uruguay and she made everyone believe the Council killed her.”
“Why?” William looked up, surprised.
“Well, look at Pete. He’s four hundred and eleven years old and he’s got a lot of people ready to shoot him right in the head for what he does with this clan.” Gabe took a deep breath, looking at William in the eye. “Bianca is considerably older than me and Pete, she hunted for most part of her life, and believe me, she has a fuckload of people ready to shoot her for that.”
“How old is she?” William frowned, visibly surprised.
“It’s not polite to ask a girl’s age.” Gabe smirked at his boyfriend, then placed a kiss on his cheek. “But I can tell you this, she’s one of the five oldest vampires that still exist on the planet.”
“And she blew up her cover just to help us?” William’s eyes widened as he talked, and Gabe laughed softly.
“She’s awesome like that.” Gabe admitted with a touch of pride in his voice.
“You definitely took after her.” William placed a kiss on the corner of Gabe’s mouth, smiling widely.
“Let us know when you’re done with the sappy moment.” Pete eyed them from across the room, cocking an eyebrow, while Bianca simply smiled at them.
Gabe opened his mouth to reply, but closed it as soon as Mikey and Bryce entered the library.
“What’s going on?” Mikey looked around with a frown, and when his gaze stopped on Bianca, his eyes widened in surprise. “Bianca? How-- I thought the Council killed you a few decades ago.”
“Well, that’s curious, because I’m pretty sure Butcher killed you a few months ago.” Bianca replied with the same surprised expression. “I faked, what’s your excuse?”
“Ask Pete.” Mikey shrugged with a little smirk, walking farther in the room. “I think it involved Black Magic.”
“So much for being discreet.” Pete muttered, glaring at the vampire.
“You brought him back with Black Magic?” Bianca looked like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh or slap Pete. “How?”
“Ask Butch.” Pete smirked as Bianca’s eyes got even wider. “Yep, Butch Walker is here.”
“Man, this must be worse than I thought, then.” Bianca shook her head, chuckling. Then she saw Bryce, who was still standing in front of the door, looking puzzled. “And you are?”
“I, uh… Bryce Avary.” Bryce held his hand out to Bianca, hesitant. The vampire took it and smiled at the boy.
“I’m Bianca.” The girl replied, then watched as Bryce quickly reached the couch and sat down. “Where’s Pat--” She didn’t have the time to finish because Patrick entered the room, quickly followed by an annoyed Butch. “Butch Walker!”
“It was too good to be true, wasn’t it?” Butch glared at the girl, ignoring her wide smile as he reached the table and sat down. “My soul was so happy when I thought you were dead.”
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Bianca pouted and reached the werewolf quickly. Before he could react, she sat on his knees and hooked an arm around his shoulders, mimicking Gabe and William’s posture.
“I’m smiling on the inside.” Butch said through clenched teeth, throwing a furious glance at a very amused Patrick.
“You two are so going to have sex one day.” Gabe snickered, and William looked at him with an incredulous smile.
“Could you please get off me?” Butch took a deep breath, trying to control his irritation.
“You might want to rephrase that.” Bianca purred at him, her finger stroking Butch’s scruff teasingly.
“You know, I never thought I’d say this, but… I actually agree with Saporta.” Mikey grinned as he sat down as well, his arm circling Bryce’s shoulders.
Butch was about to reply, probably with some kind of nasty insult, but Pete raised a hand, frowning. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a minute… what’s that?” He asked, pointing at Mikey’s arm.
“Sex.” Mikey arched an eyebrow at his Sire, and shrugged as Bryce’s cheeks went from slightly pink to crimson red in a second.
“Oh shit, here we go again.” Patrick sighed, while both Gabe and William snickered at Pete’s incredulous face.
“Well, I can’t really blame him.” Bianca grinned, hooking her arm tighter around Butch’s shoulders. “I mean, the kid is hot, and lately I’ve come to realize werewolves are kind of interesting to have sex with.”
“Really?” Butch glared at the girl, trying to get free from her grip. “Then go find one to shag.”
“I already did, silly.” Bianca replied as she pinched his cheek playfully. Then she turned towards Pete and smiled. “By the way, you should totally lock up the gate with some magic-voodoo trick or something, you know?”
“Butch is working on it.” Patrick nodded and the smile didn’t leave his lips. “He’s supposed to put it up tonight.”
“You know what?” Butch asked with a determined look in his eyes. “I should go work on that now. So could you please--”
“Help you? Sure.” Bianca finished for him with a smirk, then stood quickly.
“No.” Butch let out an irritated and exasperated sigh and headed for the door without a word.
Gabe waited for him to be out of earshot, then turned towards Bianca. “Are you trying to drive him crazy or what?”
“I’m just trying to get laid. I mean, have you seen him? He’s hot.” Bianca shrugged, arching an eyebrow when Pete burst out laughing.
“Maybe you should look somewhere else.” Gabe suggested with a grin. “He’s not very fond of vampires.”
“You think I don’t know?” Bianca chuckled, shaking her head. “You underestimate me, cariño. Besides, Wentz has been the first to mate with a werewolf, but he’s totally not the only one anymore.”
“Really?” Patrick seemed to be amused by her words, and Bianca’s grin widened.
“Really. I’ve heard a lot of vampires and werewolves kind of… got together.” Bianca confirmed, and Pete smiled smugly at her. “They didn’t challenge the Council with a mating ritual like you two did, though.”
“You really did that?” William looked at Pete with a smile, surprised.
“What can I say, I was born a rebel.” Pete shrugged and circled Patrick’s waist with an arm, gaining a soft slap on the head.
~~
One day later
“We have wings, right?” Brendon asked suddenly, sitting up on the bed.
Ryan was at the desk, working on his laptop, and he turned his head to look at him like he’d grown two heads. “Yeah, we do.”
“D’you think we can already use them? D’you think we can, like, fly?” Brendon asked with an awed smile.
“We should ask Pete.” Ryan admitted, smiling at his boyfriend. “I never really tried.”
“We could.” Brendon quickly stood from the bed, and reached the other vampire. “Let’s go down in the hall, we’ll jump down the stairs and try.”
“And break our necks.” Ryan added with a laughter.
“Ryan.” Brendon looked at his boyfriend in the eye, pleading. “C’mon, it could be awesome. Think about it.”
“We don’t even know if we can fly, I don’t think we can learn how to do it on our own.” Ryan tried to sound reasonable, despite his own curiosity about the thing. “I don’t even know how to get them out.”
“We could ask Gabe.” Brendon shrugged, the smile never fading as he kneeled between Ryan’s legs.
“He’s with Bianca, and from what Bill told me I think they want to spend some time together.” Ryan arched an eyebrow, thinking. “And Pete is out with Butch and Maja to see if they can find a trail to catch Hayley.”
“Mikey.” Brendon said with a frown. “Maybe he could help us.”
“I’m not asking him.” Ryan shook his head, determined. “He’s probably having sex with Bryce, anyway.”
“Maybe Spencer knows something about it.” Brendon shrugged at Ryan’s surprised look.
“Last time I checked, Spencer didn’t have wings.” Ryan laughed, shaking his head
“But he’s an angel.” Brendon smiled as he said it, and the other vampire leaned down to kiss him.
“That’s very sweet and very useless. He doesn’t know how to grow wings.” Ryan looked at Brendon in the eye and sighed.
“Well, let’s just try.” Brendon straightened and quickly took off his shirt. “It must be like that Matrix thing with the spoon.”
“What?” Ryan laughed hard at that, almost falling off the chair. “I don’t think repeating ‘the wings exist’ sixty-eight times will make them grow.”
“C’mon, let’s just try.” Brendon reached for Ryan’s shirt as well, and the boy sighed, taking it off. “Ready?”
“Ready, Neo.” Ryan smiled, shaking his head.
Brendon ignored him and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Ryan did the same, his lips now stretched in a thin line. For a few seconds nothing happened, and Brendon frowned, a little worried. Then, suddenly, Ryan let out a sharp yell and fell on his knees, cursing as white wings slowly grew from his shoulder blades.
“Ryan, are you okay?” Brendon kneeled in front of him, gripping his shoulders to prevent him from falling forward.
“Shit, these things hurt when they come out.” Ryan panted, keeping his eyes closed. The wounds that surrounded the base of the wings healed quickly and he finally looked up. “Okay, it’s… it’s gone.”
“Want me to call someone?” Brendon looked at him in the eye, worried.
“No, no, I’m good now. It was just… it was easier than I thought.” Ryan grinned and started to stand with Brendon’s help. “They’re kind of heavy.”
“They’re beautiful.” Brendon whispered as he raised a hand, but stopped mid-air. “Can I?”
“Yeah.” Ryan whispered, spreading them slowly. As soon as Brendon’s fingers started to caress the white feathers, Ryan inhaled sharply. Brendon froze, worried he might have hurt Ryan, but he didn’t have the time to ask him. “Do it again.”
“Like this?” Brendon brought his hand to the point where it disappeared inside Ryan’s back and stroked the upper edge of the wing, feeling the bone and the muscle lying right under the feathers.
“Yeah.” Ryan closed his eyes and put a hand on the desk to help him stay upright. He bit on his lip, trying to repress the sounds that were rising in his throat as the touch sent strong jolts of pleasure through his body. “Fuck, Bren, it’s--” The sentence was cut off by a moan, and Brendon stopped once again. “It feels so good.”
“The sex kind of good?” Brendon asked with awe, bringing one hand to Ryan’s hip, stroking the skin soothingly.
Ryan turned and opened his eyes, looking at him. “Would it be a bad thing if I said I want you to fuck me right now?”
“It wouldn’t.” Brendon whispered, his eyes never leaving Ryan’s flushed face. “’Cause I’m pretty sure your wings are my newest kink.”
“That makes the two of us.” Ryan let out a breathless laughter and placed a kiss on Brendon’s jaw. “Get naked, now.” Ryan growled against his skin when Brendon’s fingers stroked his wing again.
Brendon nodded with a smirk and quickly did as told, while Ryan locked the door and reached him by the bed. “How do we--” Brendon didn’t have a chance to finish his question because Ryan pushed him down on the bed, kissing him.
“Sit up.” Ryan whispered between kisses, getting rid of his pants as well.
Brendon sat with his back against the headboard and let his eyes roam over Ryan’s lean body. The wings were completely spread and they were shorter then Pete’s, but perfectly proportioned to Ryan’s figure. Beautiful, Brendon though.
Ryan climbed on the bed as well and kneeled between Brendon’s parted legs. Without a word he leaned down and took Brendon’s half-hard cock in his mouth in one smooth move, not even flinching when the boy’s hips jerked upwards.
“Fuck.” Brendon closed his eyes and did his best to keep still, but Ryan was moving too slowly and his lips were wrapped so tightly around him.
It didn’t take him long to get completely hard, and Ryan brought his hand to squeeze the base of Brendon’s cock as he sucked at the head, making sure to keep him far enough from the edge. When Brendon let out a particularly loud moan, Ryan let the erection slip from his mouth with a wet sound.
“Shit, Ry, you’re the fucking evidence that practice really makes fucking perfect.” Brendon said with a smirk, breathing heavily as Ryan straddled his lap and reached for the lube on the nightstand.
“Did you just call me a cocksucker?” Ryan asked with an incredulous smile, grinding his erection against Brendon’s.
“Of the best kind.” Brendon confirmed, then bit on his lip to repress a groan. Ryan opened the lube and the other vampire offered his hand, then he brought his fingers to Ryan’s opening, teasing it briefly before pushing one inside until the first knuckles.
“Right down to business.” Ryan let out a shaky breath and leaned down to kiss Brendon’s neck. Brendon waited just a second, then started to move his finger in and out, gaining a series of soft moans from Ryan. “Fuck, Bren, more… use two.”
Brendon complied and slipped a second finger inside, while his other hand reached Ryan’s wing, stroking it slowly. Ryan whimpered and pushed back against Brendon’s hand, moving his hips quickly.
“Ready?” Brendon asked after a couple of minutes, feeling Ryan relax around his fingers.
“Ready.” Ryan breathed out against Brendon’s neck, and bit on his lip when he felt the hand move away and leave him with an uncomfortable sense of emptiness. Brendon coated his cock and positioned it at Ryan’s opening, still not pushing inside. “Brendon, fucking move.”
Brendon let out a breathless chuckle and Ryan withdrew enough to look at him in the eye, glaring. “You fucking bastard.” Ryan hissed, then sank down in one movement, a soft whimper leaving his lips.
“Holy fucking fuck.” Brendon closed his eyes and his hands gripped Ryan’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re so fucking--” His sentence was cut off by a groan when Ryan clenched his muscles around him.
“Touch them.” Ryan whispered and slowly rose on his knees, then sank back down. His hands rested on Brendon’s shoulders, nails digging in.
Brendon moved his fingers up Ryan’s sides, feeling the ribs under the pale skin. When the fingertips finally touched the inside of the wings, stroking gently, Ryan closed his eyes, quickening his pace.
“Fuck, Pete never mentioned this.” Brendon panted as his hands got bolder and his touch more firm. With a smile he leaned forward and licked across Ryan’s nipple, then bit it gently.
Ryan moaned loudly at the combined stimulation and arched his back, exposing his neck to Brendon’s mouth. The vampire immediately licked Ryan’s collarbone, then sucked on his Adam’s apple, feeling the vibrations of Ryan’s moans thought his lips.
The pace of Ryan’s hips became more erratic as louder moans left his lips, mixed with Brendon’s name and a stream of curses. “Fuck, I’m so close already.” Ryan whispered, opening his eyes and leaning in.
Brendon kissed his way up to Ryan’s mouth and covered it with his own, while his fingers stroked the wings where they met the vampire’s back. Ryan moaned in the kiss, and just as thought he couldn’t hold back anymore, one of Brendon’s hands closed around the base of his cock, preventing him from coming.
“Bren, please, I need to--” Ryan whimpered, looking at Brendon in the eye.
As a reply, Brendon brought both his hands to Ryan’s hips and lifted him. Ryan groaned when Brendon’s erection slipped out of his body, and he was about to yell at him because what the fuck? Then Brendon put him down on the bed and smirked.
“On your stomach.” Brendon waited for Ryan to lie down, then retrieved a pillow and used it to lift Ryan’s hips.
“Fuck.” Ryan parted his legs and Brendon entered him in one fluid move, supporting himself with his hands on either side of Ryan’s head. “Fuck, Bren, you can’t touch them if you--” Ryan stopped when he felt Brendon’s lips on his shoulder, slowly moving lower.
“You think?” Brendon asked before licking the skin around the left wing. Ryan cursed and arched his back, pushing his hips down against the pillow to get more friction.
“Fuck, Bren, I knew there was a reason I loved you so much. Best idea ever.” Ryan panted as Brendon started to move his hips at a slow pace, his lips and tongue still working around Ryan’s wings.
“I wanna try something.” Brendon grew his fangs and used them to tease the edge of the left wing. The thing resulted in Ryan screaming as his hips bucked wildly into the fabric of the pillow. “Again?”
Ryan nodded frantically, his hands closing in fists as he waited for his boyfriend to do it again. Brendon quickened the pace of his hips and brought his mouth to the other wing, teasing it a little more firmly, and Ryan barely repressed another cry.
“Brendon.” Ryan spread his legs wider, pushing back again. “I’m gonna-- fuck, I’m--”
Brendon got the message and brought his lips to the base of the left wing again and sucked. Hard. Ryan’s eyes opened and he screamed again as he came on the pillow, his hips jerking without control. “Brendon, Bren-- fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Yeah.” Brendon pushed in one last time and came, his moan muffled against Ryan’s wing.
It took a few seconds before Brendon managed to move, careful as he slipped out of Ryan’s body. As soon as he fell back on his back, Ryan kneeled next to him and threw the pillow on the ground.
“You okay?” Brendon brought a hand to Ryan’s face, moving a few strands of hair away from his forehead while the boy slowly folded his wings.
“Understatement of the year.” Ryan smiled and closed his eyes, trying to get his breath under control. Ryan let himself fall on the bed, lying on his stomach next to Brendon. “It was amazing.” He whispered as he curled up against Brendon’s side, burying his face in the boy’s neck.
“Next time it’s my turn.” Brendon brought his hand to Ryan’s back and stroked the base of the wings once again, smiling when Ryan shivered. He placed a kiss on the top of the boy’s head and moved his fingers to the small of his back, where the skin wasn’t so responsive and over-stimulated like the wings were.
“Love you.” Ryan muttered back, his arm wrapped around Brendon’s waist.
“Ry, shouldn’t you, like, make them disappear?” Brendon wondered with a yawn, half-closing his eyes.
“Probably.” Ryan agreed and started to sit up. He closed his eyes and Brendon immediately took his hand in support, knowing it was probably going to be painful just as much as it had been when they had come out. Ryan kept his eyes shut for several seconds, a look of deep concentration on his face, then he suddenly opened them. “Bren.”
“What?” Brendon sat up as well, confused.
“It’s not working.” Ryan whispered, a little scared. “I can’t make them go away.”
~~
A/N: So, the NC-17 is here this time, no more mistakes. But it’s a little weird, isn’t it? LOL
Next chapter will have wings again and not only Ryan and Brendon anymore. *grins* And yes, Bianca is having fun driving Butch insane. LOL
Also, if you missed it, here’s the first part of the Peterick prequel.
We might have said goodbye just a little soon (We're throwing stones at a glass moon) - Part 1 of 3
And the first of four picspams.
What else? Let me know what you think about this and get ready for real drama.
See you next week, folks. ;)
JM
Author:
jen_jm
Pairing: Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer and a few many others.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Butch Walker, Greta Salpeter, others. Pretty much everyone from Cobras, Academy, FOB, Paramore, Green Day. Plus Maja Ivarsson of The Sounds, Bryce Avary, Pierre Bouvier and David Desrosiers from Simple Plan and many others will appear somewhere along the way.
Word count: 77,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, the same as the other one.
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: Sequel for Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional), so I suggest you read that one first, or you might not have a clue about what’s going on. Title from Fall Out Boy’s “I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and I got was this stupid song written about me”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
Beta: my dear and very patient
nejem
Dedication:
faechanand
nejem, who are two of the most amazing human beings on the planet. They supported me through this, they never yelled at me when I started obsessing over a scene, or when I freaked out for a writer’s block. Thank you girls, you are wonderful.
Summary: “Guys.” Maja looked between Pete and Patrick. “I think we have a problem.”
“No.” Patrick shook his head, determined. “Repeat with me, Maja. Everything is perfectly fine.”
“We really have a problem.” Maja bit on her lower lip, actually a bit scared by Patrick’s glare. - Set one month after the epilogue of Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional).
Timeline here (I’ll keep it updated)
Wentz Manor maps here
Crossposted
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Mikey entered the room and slowly closed the door, his eyes immediately stopping on Bryce. The boy was standing in front of the bed, holding a few clothes in his hands.
“Can we talk about this?” Mikey sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Tom already said everything that needed to be said.” Bryce muttered, turning to retrieve his shoes. “And I’m not here to cause trouble, I like staying here.”
“Tom is a jerk.” Mikey said as he took a step towards the werewolf.
“And you’re his Sire.” Bryce objected, turning to face him. “And from the few things I’ve learned in the past two weeks, that’s not something I should mess up with.”
“You’re not messing up with anything.” Mikey arched an eyebrow, looking at him in the eye. “I turned Tom because I needed his help and I used him. That’s all.”
“Look, you don’t owe me any explanation, we didn’t get married or anything, we just had sex.” Bryce resumed collecting his clothes, stubborn.
“And I’d love to repeat the experience, actually.” Mikey tilted his head to the side with a little grin.
“Why not Tom?” Bryce threw a pair of jeans on the bed and turned, exasperated.
“I have my reasons.” Mikey saw the werewolf’s expression harden and for a few seconds he just held his gaze. Then, he shook his head with a sigh, looking at the clothes lying messily on the bed. “I’m his Sire, there’s a bond between us, and I don’t want that bond to get stronger, I don’t want him to have feelings for me.” Mikey paused, looking back at Bryce.
“Why?” Bryce seemed confused by that answer, but his anger was cooling down.
“Because that’s what happened between me and Pete. And when Patrick came along, it was-- let’s just say things weren’t easy.” Mikey explained, shaking his head.
“You don’t have to cut him out like that, maybe Tom is your Patrick.” Bryce showed a little smile and took a step towards Mikey.
“Probably not.” Mikey let out a little laughter, truly amused. “Anyway, how the fuck did you get me to tell you the story of my life? Are you a shrink or what?”
“Hey, you said you weren’t against talking.” Bryce shrugged, and when Mikey circled his waist with an arm, he didn’t protest. “Don’t worry, nothing will leave this room.” He added, understanding Mikey’s discomfort for opening up so quickly.
“Not even you?” Mikey grinned, lowering his head to kiss Bryce’s neck.
“Not even me.” Bryce eventually gave up, closing his eyes.
“Don’t worry about Tom, as soon as he calms the hell down, I’ll talk to him.” Mikey assured, walking them towards the bed.
“You know, there’s only one word I can think of to describe this family.” Bryce laughed as he fell back on the clothes he’d been collecting.
“Dysfunctional?” Mikey straddled him, smirking widely.
“No.” Bryce glared a little, but the smile came back immediately. “Complicated.”
“Welcome to the Wentz motel.” Mikey pinned Bryce to the bed with his body, catching his lips in a quick kiss.
Not three minutes later the alarms went off and Bryce let his head fall back against the blanket, sighing. “Now what?”
“Get used to it, this place has more visitors than Panama Beach during Spring break.” Mikey started to get up but Bryce stopped him, bringing a hand to the back of the vampire’s neck.
“Do we need to go downstairs?” Bryce bit on his lower lip, looking at the boy above him. “I mean, there’s enough hunters to take care of it.”
“You only look innocent, don’t you?” Mikey smirked and bit gently on Bryce’s chin. “But I think it’s better if we go see what’s going on.”
“Okay.” Bryce let out a soft sigh and let Mikey go. The vampire kissed him again, then stood up slowly. “Do we need… I mean, should we hide this thing?”
“Why?” Mikey shrugged, fixing his shirt. “Everyone already knows about it.”
“What? How?” Bryce’s eyes widened in shock at that, and Mikey laughed, genuinely amused.
“You’re so not used to this place.” Mikey shook his head while the werewolf stood from the bed. “Ryan was in the library, so he knows, and he’s Brendon’s boyfriend, so Brendon knows as well.” Mikey explained with a smile. “If Brendon knows, everyone knows. It’s the golden rule of secrets here.”
“This place is crazy.” Bryce laughed as well and reached the door.
“Dysfunctional, I told you.” Mikey corrected as they walked out.
~~
“I like Bianca.” William whispered at Gabe as the vampire sat down on the couch in the library. Bianca and Pete were in the opposite corner, apparently talking about Ashlee.
“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.” Gabe pulled William in his lap, and the younger vampire circled his shoulders with an arm, while his legs rested on the couch. “She likes you too, and let me tell you, she’s kind of picky when it comes to who I spend my time with.”
“How many boyfriends have you introduced to her?” William narrowed his eyes, suspicious.
“You’re the first.” Gabe laughed quietly and placed a kiss on William’s temple. “But she’s never been exactly proud of me when I was, you know…”
“Evil?” William asked without accusation, caressing the back of Gabe’s neck with his thumb.
“Yeah.” Gabe admitted with a sigh. “She feels guilty, she thinks she gave me too much freedom when she turned me.” Gabe explained, looking at his Sire talking to Pete. “But she never gave up on me.”
“You never talk about her.” William rested his head on Gabe’s shoulder, relaxing in his arms.
“I know. She… retired.” Gabe replied, and his smirk came back. “About a century ago she went back to Uruguay and she made everyone believe the Council killed her.”
“Why?” William looked up, surprised.
“Well, look at Pete. He’s four hundred and eleven years old and he’s got a lot of people ready to shoot him right in the head for what he does with this clan.” Gabe took a deep breath, looking at William in the eye. “Bianca is considerably older than me and Pete, she hunted for most part of her life, and believe me, she has a fuckload of people ready to shoot her for that.”
“How old is she?” William frowned, visibly surprised.
“It’s not polite to ask a girl’s age.” Gabe smirked at his boyfriend, then placed a kiss on his cheek. “But I can tell you this, she’s one of the five oldest vampires that still exist on the planet.”
“And she blew up her cover just to help us?” William’s eyes widened as he talked, and Gabe laughed softly.
“She’s awesome like that.” Gabe admitted with a touch of pride in his voice.
“You definitely took after her.” William placed a kiss on the corner of Gabe’s mouth, smiling widely.
“Let us know when you’re done with the sappy moment.” Pete eyed them from across the room, cocking an eyebrow, while Bianca simply smiled at them.
Gabe opened his mouth to reply, but closed it as soon as Mikey and Bryce entered the library.
“What’s going on?” Mikey looked around with a frown, and when his gaze stopped on Bianca, his eyes widened in surprise. “Bianca? How-- I thought the Council killed you a few decades ago.”
“Well, that’s curious, because I’m pretty sure Butcher killed you a few months ago.” Bianca replied with the same surprised expression. “I faked, what’s your excuse?”
“Ask Pete.” Mikey shrugged with a little smirk, walking farther in the room. “I think it involved Black Magic.”
“So much for being discreet.” Pete muttered, glaring at the vampire.
“You brought him back with Black Magic?” Bianca looked like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh or slap Pete. “How?”
“Ask Butch.” Pete smirked as Bianca’s eyes got even wider. “Yep, Butch Walker is here.”
“Man, this must be worse than I thought, then.” Bianca shook her head, chuckling. Then she saw Bryce, who was still standing in front of the door, looking puzzled. “And you are?”
“I, uh… Bryce Avary.” Bryce held his hand out to Bianca, hesitant. The vampire took it and smiled at the boy.
“I’m Bianca.” The girl replied, then watched as Bryce quickly reached the couch and sat down. “Where’s Pat--” She didn’t have the time to finish because Patrick entered the room, quickly followed by an annoyed Butch. “Butch Walker!”
“It was too good to be true, wasn’t it?” Butch glared at the girl, ignoring her wide smile as he reached the table and sat down. “My soul was so happy when I thought you were dead.”
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Bianca pouted and reached the werewolf quickly. Before he could react, she sat on his knees and hooked an arm around his shoulders, mimicking Gabe and William’s posture.
“I’m smiling on the inside.” Butch said through clenched teeth, throwing a furious glance at a very amused Patrick.
“You two are so going to have sex one day.” Gabe snickered, and William looked at him with an incredulous smile.
“Could you please get off me?” Butch took a deep breath, trying to control his irritation.
“You might want to rephrase that.” Bianca purred at him, her finger stroking Butch’s scruff teasingly.
“You know, I never thought I’d say this, but… I actually agree with Saporta.” Mikey grinned as he sat down as well, his arm circling Bryce’s shoulders.
Butch was about to reply, probably with some kind of nasty insult, but Pete raised a hand, frowning. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a minute… what’s that?” He asked, pointing at Mikey’s arm.
“Sex.” Mikey arched an eyebrow at his Sire, and shrugged as Bryce’s cheeks went from slightly pink to crimson red in a second.
“Oh shit, here we go again.” Patrick sighed, while both Gabe and William snickered at Pete’s incredulous face.
“Well, I can’t really blame him.” Bianca grinned, hooking her arm tighter around Butch’s shoulders. “I mean, the kid is hot, and lately I’ve come to realize werewolves are kind of interesting to have sex with.”
“Really?” Butch glared at the girl, trying to get free from her grip. “Then go find one to shag.”
“I already did, silly.” Bianca replied as she pinched his cheek playfully. Then she turned towards Pete and smiled. “By the way, you should totally lock up the gate with some magic-voodoo trick or something, you know?”
“Butch is working on it.” Patrick nodded and the smile didn’t leave his lips. “He’s supposed to put it up tonight.”
“You know what?” Butch asked with a determined look in his eyes. “I should go work on that now. So could you please--”
“Help you? Sure.” Bianca finished for him with a smirk, then stood quickly.
“No.” Butch let out an irritated and exasperated sigh and headed for the door without a word.
Gabe waited for him to be out of earshot, then turned towards Bianca. “Are you trying to drive him crazy or what?”
“I’m just trying to get laid. I mean, have you seen him? He’s hot.” Bianca shrugged, arching an eyebrow when Pete burst out laughing.
“Maybe you should look somewhere else.” Gabe suggested with a grin. “He’s not very fond of vampires.”
“You think I don’t know?” Bianca chuckled, shaking her head. “You underestimate me, cariño. Besides, Wentz has been the first to mate with a werewolf, but he’s totally not the only one anymore.”
“Really?” Patrick seemed to be amused by her words, and Bianca’s grin widened.
“Really. I’ve heard a lot of vampires and werewolves kind of… got together.” Bianca confirmed, and Pete smiled smugly at her. “They didn’t challenge the Council with a mating ritual like you two did, though.”
“You really did that?” William looked at Pete with a smile, surprised.
“What can I say, I was born a rebel.” Pete shrugged and circled Patrick’s waist with an arm, gaining a soft slap on the head.
~~
One day later
“We have wings, right?” Brendon asked suddenly, sitting up on the bed.
Ryan was at the desk, working on his laptop, and he turned his head to look at him like he’d grown two heads. “Yeah, we do.”
“D’you think we can already use them? D’you think we can, like, fly?” Brendon asked with an awed smile.
“We should ask Pete.” Ryan admitted, smiling at his boyfriend. “I never really tried.”
“We could.” Brendon quickly stood from the bed, and reached the other vampire. “Let’s go down in the hall, we’ll jump down the stairs and try.”
“And break our necks.” Ryan added with a laughter.
“Ryan.” Brendon looked at his boyfriend in the eye, pleading. “C’mon, it could be awesome. Think about it.”
“We don’t even know if we can fly, I don’t think we can learn how to do it on our own.” Ryan tried to sound reasonable, despite his own curiosity about the thing. “I don’t even know how to get them out.”
“We could ask Gabe.” Brendon shrugged, the smile never fading as he kneeled between Ryan’s legs.
“He’s with Bianca, and from what Bill told me I think they want to spend some time together.” Ryan arched an eyebrow, thinking. “And Pete is out with Butch and Maja to see if they can find a trail to catch Hayley.”
“Mikey.” Brendon said with a frown. “Maybe he could help us.”
“I’m not asking him.” Ryan shook his head, determined. “He’s probably having sex with Bryce, anyway.”
“Maybe Spencer knows something about it.” Brendon shrugged at Ryan’s surprised look.
“Last time I checked, Spencer didn’t have wings.” Ryan laughed, shaking his head
“But he’s an angel.” Brendon smiled as he said it, and the other vampire leaned down to kiss him.
“That’s very sweet and very useless. He doesn’t know how to grow wings.” Ryan looked at Brendon in the eye and sighed.
“Well, let’s just try.” Brendon straightened and quickly took off his shirt. “It must be like that Matrix thing with the spoon.”
“What?” Ryan laughed hard at that, almost falling off the chair. “I don’t think repeating ‘the wings exist’ sixty-eight times will make them grow.”
“C’mon, let’s just try.” Brendon reached for Ryan’s shirt as well, and the boy sighed, taking it off. “Ready?”
“Ready, Neo.” Ryan smiled, shaking his head.
Brendon ignored him and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Ryan did the same, his lips now stretched in a thin line. For a few seconds nothing happened, and Brendon frowned, a little worried. Then, suddenly, Ryan let out a sharp yell and fell on his knees, cursing as white wings slowly grew from his shoulder blades.
“Ryan, are you okay?” Brendon kneeled in front of him, gripping his shoulders to prevent him from falling forward.
“Shit, these things hurt when they come out.” Ryan panted, keeping his eyes closed. The wounds that surrounded the base of the wings healed quickly and he finally looked up. “Okay, it’s… it’s gone.”
“Want me to call someone?” Brendon looked at him in the eye, worried.
“No, no, I’m good now. It was just… it was easier than I thought.” Ryan grinned and started to stand with Brendon’s help. “They’re kind of heavy.”
“They’re beautiful.” Brendon whispered as he raised a hand, but stopped mid-air. “Can I?”
“Yeah.” Ryan whispered, spreading them slowly. As soon as Brendon’s fingers started to caress the white feathers, Ryan inhaled sharply. Brendon froze, worried he might have hurt Ryan, but he didn’t have the time to ask him. “Do it again.”
“Like this?” Brendon brought his hand to the point where it disappeared inside Ryan’s back and stroked the upper edge of the wing, feeling the bone and the muscle lying right under the feathers.
“Yeah.” Ryan closed his eyes and put a hand on the desk to help him stay upright. He bit on his lip, trying to repress the sounds that were rising in his throat as the touch sent strong jolts of pleasure through his body. “Fuck, Bren, it’s--” The sentence was cut off by a moan, and Brendon stopped once again. “It feels so good.”
“The sex kind of good?” Brendon asked with awe, bringing one hand to Ryan’s hip, stroking the skin soothingly.
Ryan turned and opened his eyes, looking at him. “Would it be a bad thing if I said I want you to fuck me right now?”
“It wouldn’t.” Brendon whispered, his eyes never leaving Ryan’s flushed face. “’Cause I’m pretty sure your wings are my newest kink.”
“That makes the two of us.” Ryan let out a breathless laughter and placed a kiss on Brendon’s jaw. “Get naked, now.” Ryan growled against his skin when Brendon’s fingers stroked his wing again.
Brendon nodded with a smirk and quickly did as told, while Ryan locked the door and reached him by the bed. “How do we--” Brendon didn’t have a chance to finish his question because Ryan pushed him down on the bed, kissing him.
“Sit up.” Ryan whispered between kisses, getting rid of his pants as well.
Brendon sat with his back against the headboard and let his eyes roam over Ryan’s lean body. The wings were completely spread and they were shorter then Pete’s, but perfectly proportioned to Ryan’s figure. Beautiful, Brendon though.
Ryan climbed on the bed as well and kneeled between Brendon’s parted legs. Without a word he leaned down and took Brendon’s half-hard cock in his mouth in one smooth move, not even flinching when the boy’s hips jerked upwards.
“Fuck.” Brendon closed his eyes and did his best to keep still, but Ryan was moving too slowly and his lips were wrapped so tightly around him.
It didn’t take him long to get completely hard, and Ryan brought his hand to squeeze the base of Brendon’s cock as he sucked at the head, making sure to keep him far enough from the edge. When Brendon let out a particularly loud moan, Ryan let the erection slip from his mouth with a wet sound.
“Shit, Ry, you’re the fucking evidence that practice really makes fucking perfect.” Brendon said with a smirk, breathing heavily as Ryan straddled his lap and reached for the lube on the nightstand.
“Did you just call me a cocksucker?” Ryan asked with an incredulous smile, grinding his erection against Brendon’s.
“Of the best kind.” Brendon confirmed, then bit on his lip to repress a groan. Ryan opened the lube and the other vampire offered his hand, then he brought his fingers to Ryan’s opening, teasing it briefly before pushing one inside until the first knuckles.
“Right down to business.” Ryan let out a shaky breath and leaned down to kiss Brendon’s neck. Brendon waited just a second, then started to move his finger in and out, gaining a series of soft moans from Ryan. “Fuck, Bren, more… use two.”
Brendon complied and slipped a second finger inside, while his other hand reached Ryan’s wing, stroking it slowly. Ryan whimpered and pushed back against Brendon’s hand, moving his hips quickly.
“Ready?” Brendon asked after a couple of minutes, feeling Ryan relax around his fingers.
“Ready.” Ryan breathed out against Brendon’s neck, and bit on his lip when he felt the hand move away and leave him with an uncomfortable sense of emptiness. Brendon coated his cock and positioned it at Ryan’s opening, still not pushing inside. “Brendon, fucking move.”
Brendon let out a breathless chuckle and Ryan withdrew enough to look at him in the eye, glaring. “You fucking bastard.” Ryan hissed, then sank down in one movement, a soft whimper leaving his lips.
“Holy fucking fuck.” Brendon closed his eyes and his hands gripped Ryan’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re so fucking--” His sentence was cut off by a groan when Ryan clenched his muscles around him.
“Touch them.” Ryan whispered and slowly rose on his knees, then sank back down. His hands rested on Brendon’s shoulders, nails digging in.
Brendon moved his fingers up Ryan’s sides, feeling the ribs under the pale skin. When the fingertips finally touched the inside of the wings, stroking gently, Ryan closed his eyes, quickening his pace.
“Fuck, Pete never mentioned this.” Brendon panted as his hands got bolder and his touch more firm. With a smile he leaned forward and licked across Ryan’s nipple, then bit it gently.
Ryan moaned loudly at the combined stimulation and arched his back, exposing his neck to Brendon’s mouth. The vampire immediately licked Ryan’s collarbone, then sucked on his Adam’s apple, feeling the vibrations of Ryan’s moans thought his lips.
The pace of Ryan’s hips became more erratic as louder moans left his lips, mixed with Brendon’s name and a stream of curses. “Fuck, I’m so close already.” Ryan whispered, opening his eyes and leaning in.
Brendon kissed his way up to Ryan’s mouth and covered it with his own, while his fingers stroked the wings where they met the vampire’s back. Ryan moaned in the kiss, and just as thought he couldn’t hold back anymore, one of Brendon’s hands closed around the base of his cock, preventing him from coming.
“Bren, please, I need to--” Ryan whimpered, looking at Brendon in the eye.
As a reply, Brendon brought both his hands to Ryan’s hips and lifted him. Ryan groaned when Brendon’s erection slipped out of his body, and he was about to yell at him because what the fuck? Then Brendon put him down on the bed and smirked.
“On your stomach.” Brendon waited for Ryan to lie down, then retrieved a pillow and used it to lift Ryan’s hips.
“Fuck.” Ryan parted his legs and Brendon entered him in one fluid move, supporting himself with his hands on either side of Ryan’s head. “Fuck, Bren, you can’t touch them if you--” Ryan stopped when he felt Brendon’s lips on his shoulder, slowly moving lower.
“You think?” Brendon asked before licking the skin around the left wing. Ryan cursed and arched his back, pushing his hips down against the pillow to get more friction.
“Fuck, Bren, I knew there was a reason I loved you so much. Best idea ever.” Ryan panted as Brendon started to move his hips at a slow pace, his lips and tongue still working around Ryan’s wings.
“I wanna try something.” Brendon grew his fangs and used them to tease the edge of the left wing. The thing resulted in Ryan screaming as his hips bucked wildly into the fabric of the pillow. “Again?”
Ryan nodded frantically, his hands closing in fists as he waited for his boyfriend to do it again. Brendon quickened the pace of his hips and brought his mouth to the other wing, teasing it a little more firmly, and Ryan barely repressed another cry.
“Brendon.” Ryan spread his legs wider, pushing back again. “I’m gonna-- fuck, I’m--”
Brendon got the message and brought his lips to the base of the left wing again and sucked. Hard. Ryan’s eyes opened and he screamed again as he came on the pillow, his hips jerking without control. “Brendon, Bren-- fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Yeah.” Brendon pushed in one last time and came, his moan muffled against Ryan’s wing.
It took a few seconds before Brendon managed to move, careful as he slipped out of Ryan’s body. As soon as he fell back on his back, Ryan kneeled next to him and threw the pillow on the ground.
“You okay?” Brendon brought a hand to Ryan’s face, moving a few strands of hair away from his forehead while the boy slowly folded his wings.
“Understatement of the year.” Ryan smiled and closed his eyes, trying to get his breath under control. Ryan let himself fall on the bed, lying on his stomach next to Brendon. “It was amazing.” He whispered as he curled up against Brendon’s side, burying his face in the boy’s neck.
“Next time it’s my turn.” Brendon brought his hand to Ryan’s back and stroked the base of the wings once again, smiling when Ryan shivered. He placed a kiss on the top of the boy’s head and moved his fingers to the small of his back, where the skin wasn’t so responsive and over-stimulated like the wings were.
“Love you.” Ryan muttered back, his arm wrapped around Brendon’s waist.
“Ry, shouldn’t you, like, make them disappear?” Brendon wondered with a yawn, half-closing his eyes.
“Probably.” Ryan agreed and started to sit up. He closed his eyes and Brendon immediately took his hand in support, knowing it was probably going to be painful just as much as it had been when they had come out. Ryan kept his eyes shut for several seconds, a look of deep concentration on his face, then he suddenly opened them. “Bren.”
“What?” Brendon sat up as well, confused.
“It’s not working.” Ryan whispered, a little scared. “I can’t make them go away.”
~~
A/N: So, the NC-17 is here this time, no more mistakes. But it’s a little weird, isn’t it? LOL
Next chapter will have wings again and not only Ryan and Brendon anymore. *grins* And yes, Bianca is having fun driving Butch insane. LOL
Also, if you missed it, here’s the first part of the Peterick prequel.
We might have said goodbye just a little soon (We're throwing stones at a glass moon) - Part 1 of 3
And the first of four picspams.
What else? Let me know what you think about this and get ready for real drama.
See you next week, folks. ;)
JM