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Young Lovers (And They Are Not Sleeping)

Ship: Gabe x William, Gabe x William x Pete (voyeuristic)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: It was easy for Pete to hunt down the man who had turned him, but when he finally found him, he never could've expected what he saw.

Warnings: A Little Less Sixteen Candles AU, werewolf Gabe, nonconsensual voyeurism, top Gabe, bottom William, switch Pete, anal sex, belly bulge, unsafe sex, knotting, rough sex, blood kink

Word Count: 3,126

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It hadn’t been difficult to find out where William lived. Asking around, he was quickly able to find out exactly where he needed to be. He knew the other vampires only told him because they knew Pete intended to kill William and had their own issues with him. It was a selfish act, but nonetheless, they told him everything he needed to know. That was the only thing he really cared about; why he was given the information was irrelevant. 

The mansion was everything he thought it would be. It was miles away from the main road, hidden by acres of land and a dense forest. Maybe following the gravel pathway right up to the front door wasn’t the best idea, leaving him out in the open and easy to spot, but he made it there without a hitch. He was sure the mansion was gorgeous in its heyday. It was spacious and grandiose, painted a rich white with a deep blue roof that had begun fading and peeling over time. From the outside, there was no sign anyone lived there at all. 

Once inside, he was in awe of how well maintained it was. It was nothing like he imagined a house for vampires would look like. Everything was clean and tidy, lacking blood splattered across the walls and cobwebs hanging heavily. There was no sign of the stereotypically gothic decor; instead, elegant and intelligent looking art pieces were everywhere. The couch was lined with comfortable looking pillows and the hardwood floors were well-kept, shining enough that Pete was sure he could see his reflection in them if he still had one.

The warm scent of vanilla and burnt sugar filled the air, possibly from a candle or wax burner, but he couldn’t find the source for it. As he crept through the house, more smells began attacking his senses. Tree bark. He wandered further through the hallways. The soil after a fresh rain. There was someone here, he could sense them. Wet dog fur. There were paintings hanging along the way that seemed to be homemade rather than bought. Grass and the leaves during the autumn months. Everything about the house made it seem impossible for vampires to live here, least of all vampires as dangerous and aggressive as the Dandies. 

It felt eerily unsuspecting and that unnerved Pete more than anything he had expected. He was also surprised by the lack of vampires hanging out. Though, he supposed that was to be expected considering it was the middle of the night. He imagined that most, if not all, of them were probably out wreaking havoc on the town. Nobody had been seen yet, but he knew that someone was here. As he moved deeper into the house, he could hear quiet noises that only got louder the more he followed after them. He hoped it was William.

William alone if luck was on his side. Although he might be younger and weaker, he intended to kill William as soon as he got the chance. He might do it out of sheer force of will and spite, at this rate. This barrage of smells wasn’t anything he’d smelled on a vampire before, though. It was distinctly different and he couldn’t place what it was. It grew stronger when he approached an open door and he could hear the noises louder than ever. He was careful as he peered into the door, tucking himself behind the frame of the door. 

If Pete had been breathing-sometimes he forced himself to go through the motions still, just to hold onto some feeling of normalcy-his breath would’ve caught in his throat at the sight inside of the room. The room was large and a soft-looking bed was in the middle of it. Fluffy blankets and pillows were spread out everywhere, but his focus was drawn to the two bodies laid in between them all. His eyes were first drawn to the person on top. Tanned skin was bare in front of him, dark curls stuck to his neck with sweat. 

The muscles in his back looked strong as he moved, though he was still lean and lanky. Lily white arms were curled around his back, their skin tones a stark contrast to one another. Sharp nails were digging into his skin, leaving angry red marks in their wake, but it didn’t seem to be discouraging him at all. His hips pumped steadily beneath the blankets, neither of them in any rush to get off just yet. Pete’s eyes drifted down to the person under him and that person was unmistakably the one who had turned him. 

William looked so different like this, but Pete knew it was him. With all the glamor and fancy clothes gone, William just looked fragile. He looked younger than Pete had originally thought him to be, notably younger than even Pete himself. His hair was down and messy, fanning out into soft waves near the bottom that Pete suspected would be even curlier if he grew his hair out more. He looked mousy, laid out there and clinging to the other man, deceptively innocent despite every thrust rocking his body forward on the bed. 

Pete’s eyes scanned over the rest of his body before he could stop himself. His skin was ghostly and looked as though it had been painted onto his bones. Skin seemed to be stretched too thin and ready to snap, bones jutting out sharply in some places. His collarbone and ribs were prominent, limbs more slender than any Pete had ever seen. His stomach was entirely flat and he looked as though he was a couple lost pounds away from being concave.

It made Pete wonder about the circumstances surrounding William’s own turn into a vampire. Before, he’d always thought that William had been turned the same way everyone else was. But it now seemed more likely he had been dying for a long time before he was actually killed. His thinness gave him an almost spider-like appearance, all sharp edges that made him seem even creepier. His fingers were equally long and bony, ending in inhumanly pointed nails that dug into his partner’s back almost enough to draw blood. 

Despite his deathly looks in other areas, his mouth was lively. Full lips plump and pink, slick and shining from kissing the man above him. Pete felt warmth growing in his stomach as he watched the man lean down to kiss William again, although it was more of licking than actual kissing. Pete could see his tongue slip out before their lips had even touched, pressing into his mouth easily. Kissing seemed to excite the man because his hips rocked harder and faster as they did so. A soft noise from William was muffled against his mouth. 

“Easy, Gabe. Not yet,” William said once he pulled this man-Gabe, apparently-away from his face, a hand moving up to curl into his hair tightly. His tone was cool and even, not at all what Pete expected from someone being fucked the way he was.  Gabe whined in protestation, but slowed his hips back down. William buried his face close to his throat and a moment later, Pete heard a gasp and smelled blood hit the air. “You taste good, puppy. So good,” William hummed out after a few moments of having his face to Gabe’s neck, presumably feeding from him. Gabe let out a breathy laugh in response, his pace never faltering. 

“Goddamn leech. Keep your teeth to yourself,” Gabe told him halfheartedly. Pete could tell he didn’t genuinely mind and he wanted to scream at Gabe for it. To yell at him that William shouldn’t be sinking his teeth into anyone and that he shouldn’t be encouraging him. But he didn’t. He stayed right where he was, biting back a growl. He had to be smart about this or else he was going to lose his chance to kill William and he didn’t know when he’d have another one. His nails dug into the doorframe harshly, almost enough to hurt. 

However, when William pulled completely away from Gabe’s neck and settled back down, a hunger grew in Pete at the sight. He wanted to feed off this guy as well, to feel his hot blood spilling thickly into his mouth, but he also desired more. His cock had been a bit interested before, but now, he was about half-hard. A bit of blood rested on William’s bottom lip and he could see himself crawling over the other man, licking the blood away before dipping his tongue into his mouth. He’d thrust his cock between them until-No. 

No, he was not there to get off and he certainly wasn’t going to get hard thinking about sharing Gabe’s blood with William. Maybe swapping mouthfuls of it between them, licking desperately into each other’s mouths and scared to miss a single drop. Pete thought Gabe would probably get off on that, all things considered. He considered Gabe leaned against the headboard of the bed, stroking his cock as he watched the two vampires in front of him fighting over his blood. He seemed like he’d enjoy being fought over. 

Images flashed of Gabe’s hand, saturated in his own blood, stroking along his length. William’s head ducking down to chase the cooling red there, licking frantically at Gabe’s cock as though he was starving. Pete imagined his own head following William’s lead and letting Gabe push all the way into his throat. It would probably be so intense, sucking the blood off of Gabe’s cock. He thought about kissing William again, their tongues meeting at the head, lapping at each other’s tongues and Gabe’s cock. The coppery taste of his blood mixing with the salt of his precum, a hand in both of their hair as Gabe encouraged them to keep going.

Maybe William would even let Gabe actually fuck Pete too, sharing him in every way. Pete imagined he’d fill him up nicely, although he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of Gabe’s cock. It was probably thick and long, hitting every spot that would make Pete squeal. He wondered if William would watch it happen. Face unreadable and attentive as he watched Gabe hold his fledgling down to fuck into him.

Maybe they’d open one of Gabe’s veins up first before he was allowed to fuck Pete. Perhaps William would want Gabe to feed him before he got to fuck into him. Pete tried to stay away from real blood, but with his head swimming with lust, he wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into the other man. It would be mutually beneficial, Pete would get to be filled with blood then Gabe would get to fill someone with his cock and finally his come. It would leave Pete a satisfied little mess beneath him, skin smeared with red and white. 

“Keep going,” William’s words broke Pete out of his own thoughts. “Harder, Gabe. I need you,” And that was so William. Tone even and demanding, despite being underneath Gabe, he was still the one in control. And Gabe seemed to have no problem with being bossed around because he didn’t even hesitate for half a second before he was obeying the words. Any amount of tenderness he had before melted away as soon as those words left William’s mouth and Pete wondered how often they did this. It seemed as though Gabe just knew what William needed from him without him directly asking for it.

In a moment, Gabe was flipping William over onto his stomach and shoving his shoulders down against the bed roughly. Large hands curled around his waist, almost entirely engulfing it, and William’s slim hips were being yanked upwards. Gabe slid closer behind William and resumed thrusting into him, far rougher and faster than before. It looked like a demeaning position to be in. Face down and ass up while Gabe pounded into him, William resembled a bitch in heat being mounted and bred.  

Pete was surprised it was something William even allowed to happen, let alone encouraged and enjoyed. There was no mistaking his reactions, though. Fingers twisted into the sheets beneath him, trying to find something to hold onto as Gabe snapped his hips into him. The slick sound of skin coming into contact met with the harsh creaking of the bed, adding William’s whines and moans on top of it all, it formed a cacophony of noise. 

Gabe shifted the angle just a bit and it earned some pleasant squirming from William, but it also gave Pete a better view of them. He barely fought back his own groan when he saw William’s stomach, bulging each time Gabe shoved inside of him. Pete had never seen anything quite like it and it caused even more excitement to stir inside of him. He’d figured Gabe was on the bigger side, but now he knew that he was big. No wonder William was making so many noises under him, it probably felt like he was splitting him apart. 

He didn’t know who he was more jealous of. William for being stretched out and fucked roughly or Gabe for getting to wreck William like this. His own legs dared to shuffle closer to the room, but he still didn’t go inside. Instead, he carefully pressed himself close to the door frame so it was in between his thighs. His body moved without his consent, beginning to rock up against the wooden frame. The angle was slightly off and the press was too hard, but it was enough for him. He’d take any stimulation he could get without having to touch himself because it felt like it was too much to actually jerk off to this. 

A moan threatened to escape his throat as he rocked against the wall, fingers scratching into the door frame. Gabe didn’t hold anything back now that William had given him permission, hips snapping quickly and roughly. His hands yanked William back against him so hard that it seemed like the vampire would break. William didn’t break, though. His moans simply grew louder and more frequent, cock leaking between his legs. William’s cock was like the rest of him, long and thin. The skin was pretty and pale, foreskin protecting its sensitive head and Pete wondered if he had been dusty pink there when he was still alive. 

He watched as tanned fingers reached between William’s legs and wrapped around him, beginning to stroke in time with Gabe’s thrusts. Gabe’s fingers were long and seemed to be skilled, and Pete wondered what it would feel like to have them on him. In him. His hips moved faster as he chased more stimulation. He watched the scene unfold in front of him, William trembling as he tried to keep himself upright. His back was now arched, shoulders closer to the bed, and his hips angled up so Gabe had an easier time pounding into him. 

They looked elegant as they moved together, motions fluid and rehearsed as though they had a lot of practice. Maybe they did, Pete considered. It made them nice to watch, almost professional in a way. It made Pete’s cock throb as he continued rocking against the door frame, ignoring the way he was getting closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to be able to just pretend he wasn’t getting off on this, wanted to pretend he had some of his dignity still intact. So, he ignored the little pleasurable shocks that shot through him. 

William’s low moan caught Pete’s attention back and he looked at William just in time to watch his body arch, coming all over Gabe’s fingers. His hips seemed to tremble with the overwhelming feeling shooting through his body. Pete could tell it was a lot and he wondered if William always felt so intensely when he slept with Gabe. He wanted to know what it would be like to be with Gabe, if he would treat him the same way as he treated William. Maybe he’d be softer, maybe he’d be rougher. The second thought sent a shiver down Pete’s spine. 

Gabe didn’t ease up on William once he’d finished, seemingly unworried about William becoming overstimulated. In fact, he grew rougher with him as he chased his own finish too. Both of William’s arms supported his body now, taking each harsh thrust in stride. Gabe’s hands held onto William’s hips tightly now, using his hold to yank him back into each thrust. With every push forward, William’s whole body seemed to rock gracefully with it. William’s head was down with his hair obstructing his face, but Pete could imagine it perfectly. 

His eyes closed and his soft lips parted slightly, so overwhelmed that he couldn’t even get a noise out. All he could do was hold himself in place while Gabe continued using him. Gabe started making a lot more noises and Pete could tell that he was getting close too. His thrusts stayed hard, but each one seemed to be shorter and shorter, Gabe pulling out a bit less every time. He let out a sharp groan and Pete knew he was coming inside of the slighter smaller man. Pete knew it was happening before he even looked between William’s legs again, but he was glad he did because the sight he found there was too much for him. 

Where Gabe’s cock bulged the skin on William’s stomach out, he could see Gabe’s cock pulsing beneath the skin now. He focused on it and he could see every time another spurt filled William, seeming to go on forever before it finally faltered off and stopped entirely a few seconds later. Pete was so caught up in the sight that he didn’t even notice when his own orgasm washed over him, thighs clamped tightly against the wall as his body trembled a bit. He wanted to be embarrassed about this entire thing when he realized the inside of his boxers were now wet and sticky, clinging to his skin. He wanted to be, but his mind was still foggy. Before he could let that feeling of shame and regret hit him, he turned away and began leaving as quickly as he could. He couldn’t even bring himself to care if Gabe or William heard him. He just prayed that neither decided to follow him out. His head was spinning when he finally, finally got outside and took off. His legs burned as he ran and didn’t pause until he was back home, scampering in through his open window. As he laid in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, he wondered if he’d ever be free from the hold William had on him.

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Little Bit Of Poison In Me (I Can Taste Your Skin In My Teeth)

Ship: William Beckett x Pete Wentz

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: A Little Less Sixteen Candles AU, consensual turned nonconsensual, nonconsensual handjobs, hand jobs, drunk sex, vampire turning, blood drinking, come eating.

Summary: Pete had always thought he could protect himself, but William Beckett was intent on putting that to the test.

Words: 2,586

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The air inside the stuffy bar felt electric on Pete’s skin. He didn’t normally have enough time to go out to bars these days; most of his time being taken up by hunting, either researching with Patrick or actually being out on a hunt. He’d traded most of his hobbies and leisure time out with keeping the town safe instead. Before hunting, he’d always enjoyed going out to bars and clubs occasionally. It was definitely his scene, but he’d changed a lot since then. These days, Patrick told him it was too dangerous to go out like that anyways. 

And as much Pete hated to say it, Patrick was a little right about that. The town had become overrun with vampires and that had meant more of them around human spaces. It wasn’t enough to deter Pete, though. He’d done plenty of dangerous things in his life and he’d argue playing bait was far more dangerous, but it was pointless to bicker with Patrick about it. He knew he could defend himself if he needed to, so he always just snuck out in the middle of the night instead of fighting with Patrick about where he was going. 

That was how Pete found himself in a weird little bar a few miles into town. The outside of it looked rundown and abandoned, unsuspecting in the way a lot of places like this did. He wondered briefly what it had been before the nightlife overtook the building. The inside of it didn’t look any less rundown, but that sort of atmosphere was common in the scene. Some grungy band he’d never heard of played on the stage, the lights way too dim in the crowd. Pete knew none of the people piled around the stage cared about being in the dark. 

This was exactly what Pete needed too. He spent a while around the bar, just getting used to the lights and music, letting his usual comportment slip away. Here, he didn’t have to be the fearless hunter that was always on his guard. When he was here, he could just be Pete. Some kid who liked shitty music played in dingy rooms filled with fellow degenerates. The bartender was a big guy with loose curls, quiet as he served Pete drink after drink, but Pete didn’t mind the lack of conversation. The guy never let his glass become empty. 

It didn’t take long before Pete made his way into the crowd, though. The band didn’t sound great, but that didn’t matter much. Very few of these bands actually sounded good, it was about their energy rather than the talent. He pushed his way into the middle of the crowd and closer to the edge of the stage. He liked how the music felt, liked being a part of the show experience. The orange stage lights cast a low hue over the faces of the audience and Pete held onto his drink a bit tighter as people knocked into him carelessly. 

A lot of people would be put off by the rough nature of shows, but that was a part of what he loved so much. It was easy to lose himself in the crowd, letting his body move on autopilot. His eyes followed the singer as he twisted and twirled himself around the stage, never standing still for even a second while he sang. Pete decided his stage presence made up for the bad singing voice and off-note playing from the rest of the band. They looked cool, at least. They reminded Pete of an earlier time in music, seeming to have stepped out of the 70s or 80s scene instead of anything modern. The look was coming back, he thought. 

They made it through a couple more songs and the alcohol in Pete’s blood seemed to be catching up with him, mixing with the natural fogginess a show always gave him. His body thrummed with warmth and pleasure, everything seeming to be ten times better now. The songs sounded better, the drink in his hand tasted better, and he couldn’t help but laugh as the people around him moved against him. At first, he didn’t even notice when someone bumped against him from behind, it wasn’t like it was an uncommon experience. 

What did surprise him a bit was when their hands found his hips and held onto him. Sex and messing around with strangers definitely wasn’t uncommon at these kinds of things either. It wasn’t even something he was opposed to, just not something he was expecting tonight. He quickly decided that he was here anyway and he might as well go all out, though. His hips rocked back against the figure behind him and smiled when he heard the other person laughing, airy and high in their throat as they pressed closer to him. 

“I’m William,” The voice that came from behind him was not at all what he expected, but it was a pretty voice nonetheless. He spoke just loud enough for Pete to hear him over the music, though it sounded like barely a whisper in his ear and it sent a shiver down his spine. “I’ve never seen you around here before,” He hummed thoughtfully as he rolled his hips against Pete. It was a stark contrast between rocking against each other and William making small talk as though they weren’t touching at all. Pete could only nod. 

“Yeah, I don’t usually…” Pete trailed off, alcohol making his thoughts fuzzy and hard to hold onto. He laughed quietly and shrugged a bit. “I’ve never been around here before,” He told him simply. It was mostly true, this was a new place for him to visit, but he wasn’t new to this scene. He hoped William understood what he meant and didn’t think he was dealing with a virgin or anything, but William didn’t seem to mind it either way. 

“I’m glad you decided to come out tonight then,” William seemed to take Pete’s words in stride, not pushing him on anything. Pete didn’t think he could handle any questions about his experience or what he had meant. He didn’t know why he felt so affected tonight, but his body felt heavy and weightless at the exact same time. Normally, he wasn’t such a lightweight, but maybe it had just been too long since he’d drank that his tolerance was lower. “I’ll make sure you have a good time,” William assured and kissed the side of his neck lightly. 

“I’ve never been upset about coming,” Pete knew his joke was dumb, but with so much alcohol in his system, it seemed like the funniest thing he’d ever said. He laughed loud and sharply, and for what seemed like far too long. “I’m Pete,” He introduced himself once his laughter subsided and he realized he’d never told this stranger his name. It seemed like bad etiquette to not introduce himself as well, even if they’d never seen each other again. 

It occurred to him that he hadn’t technically seen William yet either. He leaned back against him, suddenly deciding he needed to see this guy immediately. His heart raced quicker when he caught sight of the man. He was tall and pale with dark hair hanging long around his face, orange light bathing his pretty features. His lips were pretty and smiling softly, and Pete couldn’t keep himself from rocking back harder against him. 

“Fuck. You’re so gorgeous,” Pete whispered and William closed the gap between them, kissing Pete for just a moment. It was chaste, quick and not giving Pete the time to even try to work his tongue into the other’s mouth. “And a tease too,” He chuckled quietly. Long fingers curled against the back of Pete’s neck and forced his head back towards the stage. 

“Watch them,” William instructed firmly, leaving no room for argument. The casual domination made Pete shiver again, but he nodded without thinking and immediately obeyed him. His eyes followed the singer who was now laid on the stage, body arching and writhing as he wailed into the microphone. Any other time, he might’ve found it hot, but he was far too preoccupied with William rolling against him. He could feel that William was hard now, cock long and thin as it pressed against Pete through their tight layers. 

Pete’s own cock was hard and he wasn’t sure when that happened, but he wasn’t surprised. He’d have to be crazy to not enjoy someone as pretty as William rocking against him. William’s hands drifted away from his waist and curled around his front instead, hands going to his pants to unbutton and unzip them. If he was less drunk, he’d be a bit more hesitant to let someone pull his cock out around so many people. But he was too far gone to even care. A groan escaped him as William’s hand pulled him out of his jeans. 

“A piercing? Really?” William laughed warmly, fingers rubbing at the barbell going horizontally through the head of Pete’s cock. He squirmed at the sudden contact, his head was already sensitive and William focusing on the piercing only made it more intense. His fingers rubbed at it and Pete imagined it was his tongue instead. Mouth wrapped around his cock and his tongue rubbing against the piercing, and-Pete groaned and felt his cock twitch, leaking more into William’s hand. “You’re such a little slut,” The words made him shiver. 

William pressed closer and his cock rubbed more insistently at his back. He wondered if William expected to fuck him tonight, but he couldn’t focus on much when William’s hand started moving. Gathering up the precum at the tip, he used it to slick the rest of the way. Nobody around them seemed to notice and if they did, they didn’t seem to care at all and he certainly didn’t care by this point. All he cared about was that William’s hand didn’t stop the steady up, down, up, down pace that he had found. 

“Just like that, baby. Fuck,” Pete murmured out and held tighter onto his glass, not wanting to spill it or drop it. His body jolted every time William’s fingers focused on the head of his cock, rubbing at the sensitive glans and shifting the jewelry around. Maybe he was too drunk, maybe it had just been too long, but being touched like this felt insanely good. He couldn’t tell if he was being noisy or not, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he was moaning and whimpering. He was suddenly very thankful for the loud music around them. 

“Keep using my hand, you little whore. I don’t want you to stop until you’re coming for me,” William’s words were so steady and even, not sounding at all like a man who was rock hard and pressing against someone. Pete had to admire his composure because he himself was falling apart. The words only excited him more, forcing him to rock his hips into William’s hand in hopes of pleasing him. He exhaled shakily at the exertion of it all, but he kept moving through it all. “Hold still for me. This might be a tiny pinch,” Pete didn’t comprehend half of the words being said to him, laughing as he continued rutting into his palm. 

There was a feeling he couldn’t register for a moment, a weird pressure on his skin that he couldn’t quite identify. He thrashed around as soon as it hit him. William’s teeth pressed into his neck, sharp and thick as they opened his vein up around them. It didn’t feel orgasmic like it seemed to in the movies; it was a searing pain that seemed to touch his bones. Pete’s hand slipped away from his drink and sent it plummeting to the floor, glass shattering around his feet while he screamed. He felt like he was screaming enough to ruin his throat. 

Despite the noise of the glass shattering and him crying out for help, nobody around them turned around to see what was going on. Maybe they thought it was nothing out of the ordinary, it was normal for things to break and people to scream at shows after all. He fought against the grasp William had on him, but he couldn’t overpower him when they were like this. William held onto him a bit tighter and pressed his fangs in even deeper. There was a dull throbbing in his neck as William forced more blood to surface. The hand on Pete’s cock began stroking him again, overwhelming his body with sensation. 

His body still squirmed and fought against the hold William had on him, but he was quickly losing energy. Between blood loss and the hand on his cock, he was beginning to feel drained. His brain was short-circuiting, completely unable to decide where to focus its energy. Blood oozed from his throat and sent shockwaves of pain through him, but his cock still leaked and twitched, pleasure clenching his stomach tightly. William was still hard and pressed up against him, but he didn’t seem to care about getting himself off. 

Little black spots began appearing in Pete’s vision and he couldn’t tell if it was due to blood loss or the pleasure of it all. He could feel the fight leaving his body and William eased his grasp on him a bit. His fingers tightened and stroked faster, providing even more stimulation as Pete got closer to passing out and closer to coming. He wasn’t sure which was going to happen first. Every sensation was morphing together and when Pete moaned, he couldn’t even separate the pain from the pleasure anymore. 

William’s thumb stroked over the head of his cock, fingernail catching on one side of his piercing and tugging a bit. That was everything Pete needed to make his body convulse, spilling hotly into William’s hand. He kept stroking him through it and not easing up on him until it was getting to be too much. His fangs finally unclamped and he released Pete, licking over the wound to close it up. Pete’s body felt completely empty and he wasn’t even sure how he kept himself standing up. Maybe he wasn’t supporting his own weight because as soon as William turned him around, he was slumping forward into the man’s arms. 

His eyes were hazy and unfocused as he finally caught a glimpse of the man. Long dark hair framed his face and red stained his lips. He smiled at Pete and a flash of glistening fangs caught Pete’s eye. His heart was slowed down almost to a stop as William held onto him with one arm. The hand that had been stroking Pete’s cock moved to William’s mouth and his fingers slipped inside. Pete watched as red met white and blended into a lighter shade of pink. Pete’s head was swimming as he watched the sight in front of him. 

He tried to not think about how many times William had done this. How many people had been hurt by this man and how he hadn’t known about him before. How many people William had held onto until their veins were empty and their cocks were spent. His mind went to Patrick instead. He’d been right and Pete should’ve listened. As Pete began to fully lose consciousness, he thought about how he should be curled up in Patrick’s bed right now and safe in Patrick’s loving arms instead of being cradled by this monster.