[fanfiction] everything you ever thought of . . .
Fandom/Pairings: Bandom/Sixteen Candles au; William/Brendon
Rating: R for vampire mesmerism porn.
Pre-Notes: Ahahahaha so this was written straight into the comments of this entry as part of my NaNo novel (no seriously, it works in the novel, albeit a little weirdly) for teh_slush and then cleaned up to actually post as a separate, stand-alone fic. Clearly I fail at this amnesty thing if I’m going around and writing mesmerism porn instead of, you know, any of the fics I already had started.
Disclaimer: No. Just no. William Beckett is not a vampire and Brendon Urie isn’t either.
Summary: Brendon is everything Pete wasn't, and William trusts him because of that. William takes care of him because of that.
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everything you ever thought of is everything I'll do to you.
“Every time I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste.
I want to fuck you like a dog, I'll take you home and make you like it.”
William's voice pulls on him and forces Brendon to walk forward. The cruel smile on William's face scares Brendon, somewhere deep with him, because he'll do anything for that smile. William's teeth sink into Brendon's neck, and a calm washes over Brendon. The feeling doesn't last for long, though, because William only takes a sip before he runs his tongue over the wounds and releases Brendon.
"Do you think," William whispers against the shell Brendon's ear, "you can do that now?"
Brendon can only nod dumbly, unsure if he could even form the words if he wanted to say them. There's a glint in William's eyes, and it sends a shiver down Brendon's spine. He wants to tell William that he would do anything for him, but Brendon's almost entirely sure that William already knows. It's not like it's a big secret or anything, his willingness is written all over his face. With a laugh, William presses a kiss to Brendon's lips, nipping slightly at the bottom one to tear it up. Brendon licks over the cuts instinctively.
"Good," William says fondly, "you'll do well, Brendon."
There's a hint of promise in William's words, and Brendon allows himself to smile at William. Brendon knows that William doesn't teach everyone how to mesmerize people. Only the small handful of vampires closest to William (in an already small handful of Dandies) knows the secret to it, and Brendon is extremely proud to be among the select few. It means that William trusts him, and William's trust is worth more than a lot of things in a world where William can make Brendon do anything he wanted. It meant he trusted Brendon enough not to try it on him-even though that would never work. You couldn't, William whispered into his ear when they first started the lesson, mesmer your sire.
It wasn't as if Brendon wanted to anyway. He was perfectly content to do William's bidding, even without the mesmer.
William turns and walks off, beckoning for Brendon to follow him, and Brendon does without question. He's fairly new at the whole vampire thing, but he knows that it's stupid to deny William anything. Besides, Brendon may be new, but even he can recognize the signs of arousal and William is definitely aroused. At the thought of being spread out under William, Brendon licks his lips-partly out of nervousness and partly out of excitement.
They're heading toward William's room, and though Brendon has been there before the walk feels entirely new and different. Exciting. William opens the door when they reach it, holding it open for Brendon-who steps inside and waits for an order from William. He stands perfectly still, more like a doll than a person, and William runs a hand along Brendon's cheek.
"So perfect," William murmurs, "so still. You are everything Pete did not want to be, Brendon, everything I want in someone I keep by my side . . . Strip and get on the bed."
Brendon complies with the order as quickly as possible, feeling the heat of William's eyes burn his skin. They never leave him, and as Brendon lies on the bed, presenting himself for William, William's eyes are still on him. William has shed his jacket and is slowly undoing his shirt, letting-no, making-Brendon watch.
It's partially a gift, but partially a curse. William can see that Brendon is hard and willing, his cock already leaking from the anticipation, and William knows that having to watch as he undresses, without being able to touch, is absolute torture. William moves on to his pants, sliding the zipper down and then slowly shedding them to reveal moonpale skin. He isn't wearing any underwear-not that he ever does-and Brendon licks his lips again as William climbs onto the bed. It seems to take forever, but finally, he's over Brendon and pinning Brendon down, holding Brendon's wrists in place.
"Gorgeous," William breathes, "So gorgeous, Brendon."
Were he allowed to speak, Brendon would ask to be kissed-but he hasn't been granted that permission yet, and William knows him all too well anyway. He brings their lips together forcefully, licking into Brendon's mouth without asking. The sudden rush of sensations makes Brendon shake.
As soon the sensation is there, though, it's gone. Instead, William slides a couple fingers into Brendon's mouth, and along Brendon's tongue. Brendon obediently sucks on them, and when William deems them wet enough, he pulls them away. There's a string of saliva connecting William's fingers to Brendon's tongue, which should be gross but isn't at all. Without much warning, William is pressing the fingers into Brendon and working him open. Brendon whimpers, the stretch on just the right side of painful.
"Such an obedient thing," William says, so low that Brendon isn't sure he's meant to hear it, "much better than the failure Pete was."
At the mention of Pete, William twists his fingers perfectly, hitting somewhere that makes Brendon cry out. There is nothing William doesn't know about Brendon, and Brendon sometimes wonders if that's why Pete was such a failure. If Pete was a failure because he kept parts of himself away from William. If he was a failures because some part of him was afraid to give himself up entirely. The thought doesn't stay in Brendon’s mind for long, though, because William removes his fingers and pushes into Brendon. All thoughts beyond William William William are pushed from his mind, there isn’t any space for them.
"Shhh," William says against Brendon's mouth, "relax, Brendon. It's okay, you can take it."
William's words aren't mesmered, Brendon knows this logically, but it feels like they are. It feels like every word that William speaks is absolute truth and he has to take them as gospel. William keeps speaking to him as they fuck - a constant stream of words that Brendon can barely process, spoken in time with William's thrusts forward, and it's too much.
It's too much for Brendon to handle all at once, but he can handle it because William is telling him he can. William is whispering that Brendon is so good and he can handle it, he can take it. Brendon believes it because William's voice is saying it. He can handle it and he does, moaning brokenly because he can no longer form the words. That seems to be the thing that pushes William over the edge, because William wraps a hand around Brendon and strokes roughly in counterpoint to his increasingly erratic thrusts.
Brendon comes first, spurting and making a mess of both their stomachs, but William doesn’t come too far after. There's a moment where both of them are panting too hard to do anything, and then William releases his grip on Brendon's wrists as he pulls out and collapses next to Brendon.
"Sleep," William says in a voice barely colored with mesmer, "Brendon."
Brendon feels the covers being pulled over the both of them, and he wants to say something about cleaning up but his eyes are already fluttering closed. Just before he falls asleep, Brendon thinks he hears William say something, but he's to sleepy to process what it is.
He doesn't dream.
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Postit-Notes: teh_slush wants 50K of this, but unfortunately I’m writing something else for my NaNo, so this is all she’s getting unless I feel the sudden and intense need to write more 16c!au. And until I finish everything else I’m supposed to be writing.
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comments. :D
Rating: R for vampire mesmerism porn.
Pre-Notes: Ahahahaha so this was written straight into the comments of this entry as part of my NaNo novel (no seriously, it works in the novel, albeit a little weirdly) for teh_slush and then cleaned up to actually post as a separate, stand-alone fic. Clearly I fail at this amnesty thing if I’m going around and writing mesmerism porn instead of, you know, any of the fics I already had started.
Disclaimer: No. Just no. William Beckett is not a vampire and Brendon Urie isn’t either.
Summary: Brendon is everything Pete wasn't, and William trusts him because of that. William takes care of him because of that.
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everything you ever thought of is everything I'll do to you.
“Every time I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste.
I want to fuck you like a dog, I'll take you home and make you like it.”
William's voice pulls on him and forces Brendon to walk forward. The cruel smile on William's face scares Brendon, somewhere deep with him, because he'll do anything for that smile. William's teeth sink into Brendon's neck, and a calm washes over Brendon. The feeling doesn't last for long, though, because William only takes a sip before he runs his tongue over the wounds and releases Brendon.
"Do you think," William whispers against the shell Brendon's ear, "you can do that now?"
Brendon can only nod dumbly, unsure if he could even form the words if he wanted to say them. There's a glint in William's eyes, and it sends a shiver down Brendon's spine. He wants to tell William that he would do anything for him, but Brendon's almost entirely sure that William already knows. It's not like it's a big secret or anything, his willingness is written all over his face. With a laugh, William presses a kiss to Brendon's lips, nipping slightly at the bottom one to tear it up. Brendon licks over the cuts instinctively.
"Good," William says fondly, "you'll do well, Brendon."
There's a hint of promise in William's words, and Brendon allows himself to smile at William. Brendon knows that William doesn't teach everyone how to mesmerize people. Only the small handful of vampires closest to William (in an already small handful of Dandies) knows the secret to it, and Brendon is extremely proud to be among the select few. It means that William trusts him, and William's trust is worth more than a lot of things in a world where William can make Brendon do anything he wanted. It meant he trusted Brendon enough not to try it on him-even though that would never work. You couldn't, William whispered into his ear when they first started the lesson, mesmer your sire.
It wasn't as if Brendon wanted to anyway. He was perfectly content to do William's bidding, even without the mesmer.
William turns and walks off, beckoning for Brendon to follow him, and Brendon does without question. He's fairly new at the whole vampire thing, but he knows that it's stupid to deny William anything. Besides, Brendon may be new, but even he can recognize the signs of arousal and William is definitely aroused. At the thought of being spread out under William, Brendon licks his lips-partly out of nervousness and partly out of excitement.
They're heading toward William's room, and though Brendon has been there before the walk feels entirely new and different. Exciting. William opens the door when they reach it, holding it open for Brendon-who steps inside and waits for an order from William. He stands perfectly still, more like a doll than a person, and William runs a hand along Brendon's cheek.
"So perfect," William murmurs, "so still. You are everything Pete did not want to be, Brendon, everything I want in someone I keep by my side . . . Strip and get on the bed."
Brendon complies with the order as quickly as possible, feeling the heat of William's eyes burn his skin. They never leave him, and as Brendon lies on the bed, presenting himself for William, William's eyes are still on him. William has shed his jacket and is slowly undoing his shirt, letting-no, making-Brendon watch.
It's partially a gift, but partially a curse. William can see that Brendon is hard and willing, his cock already leaking from the anticipation, and William knows that having to watch as he undresses, without being able to touch, is absolute torture. William moves on to his pants, sliding the zipper down and then slowly shedding them to reveal moonpale skin. He isn't wearing any underwear-not that he ever does-and Brendon licks his lips again as William climbs onto the bed. It seems to take forever, but finally, he's over Brendon and pinning Brendon down, holding Brendon's wrists in place.
"Gorgeous," William breathes, "So gorgeous, Brendon."
Were he allowed to speak, Brendon would ask to be kissed-but he hasn't been granted that permission yet, and William knows him all too well anyway. He brings their lips together forcefully, licking into Brendon's mouth without asking. The sudden rush of sensations makes Brendon shake.
As soon the sensation is there, though, it's gone. Instead, William slides a couple fingers into Brendon's mouth, and along Brendon's tongue. Brendon obediently sucks on them, and when William deems them wet enough, he pulls them away. There's a string of saliva connecting William's fingers to Brendon's tongue, which should be gross but isn't at all. Without much warning, William is pressing the fingers into Brendon and working him open. Brendon whimpers, the stretch on just the right side of painful.
"Such an obedient thing," William says, so low that Brendon isn't sure he's meant to hear it, "much better than the failure Pete was."
At the mention of Pete, William twists his fingers perfectly, hitting somewhere that makes Brendon cry out. There is nothing William doesn't know about Brendon, and Brendon sometimes wonders if that's why Pete was such a failure. If Pete was a failure because he kept parts of himself away from William. If he was a failures because some part of him was afraid to give himself up entirely. The thought doesn't stay in Brendon’s mind for long, though, because William removes his fingers and pushes into Brendon. All thoughts beyond William William William are pushed from his mind, there isn’t any space for them.
"Shhh," William says against Brendon's mouth, "relax, Brendon. It's okay, you can take it."
William's words aren't mesmered, Brendon knows this logically, but it feels like they are. It feels like every word that William speaks is absolute truth and he has to take them as gospel. William keeps speaking to him as they fuck - a constant stream of words that Brendon can barely process, spoken in time with William's thrusts forward, and it's too much.
It's too much for Brendon to handle all at once, but he can handle it because William is telling him he can. William is whispering that Brendon is so good and he can handle it, he can take it. Brendon believes it because William's voice is saying it. He can handle it and he does, moaning brokenly because he can no longer form the words. That seems to be the thing that pushes William over the edge, because William wraps a hand around Brendon and strokes roughly in counterpoint to his increasingly erratic thrusts.
Brendon comes first, spurting and making a mess of both their stomachs, but William doesn’t come too far after. There's a moment where both of them are panting too hard to do anything, and then William releases his grip on Brendon's wrists as he pulls out and collapses next to Brendon.
"Sleep," William says in a voice barely colored with mesmer, "Brendon."
Brendon feels the covers being pulled over the both of them, and he wants to say something about cleaning up but his eyes are already fluttering closed. Just before he falls asleep, Brendon thinks he hears William say something, but he's to sleepy to process what it is.
He doesn't dream.
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Postit-Notes: teh_slush wants 50K of this, but unfortunately I’m writing something else for my NaNo, so this is all she’s getting unless I feel the sudden and intense need to write more 16c!au. And until I finish everything else I’m supposed to be writing.
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