Erasing All This Body's Known | Spencer/Brendon | AU | ~ 21 000 words | NC-17 | Epilogue
Notes | Part One | Part Two | Epilogue |
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Brendon lays Spencer's body on the bed. Spencer doesn't move and he doesn't breathe and even though Brendon has done this a couple of times before, he still hates the wait. He hates the worry that maybe he's done something wrong or it's not going to work or something, even though he's had centuries to realize that even when things don't go as planned, there's always another plan around the corner, another chance to try at something better.
It doesn't feel like that with Spencer though; Brendon feels urgency like he hasn’t since youth.
Brendon watches Spencer's still form, even when the sun rises. It's hard to stay awake when the sun is high in the sky, and eventually Brendon passes out, too, but he wakes again before the sun has finished setting, and watches Spencer for hours longer until finally, finally Spencer stirs.
He opens his eyes, and his face scrunches up, confused and disoriented. Brendon knows that he will be hungry, that he'll be feral until he gets blood, and Brendon can't wait to take him on his first hunt. He knows that one day, Spencer won't even need to hunt, not really. The humans will come willingly.
Spencer makes a low noise, his hands coming up to touch awkwardly at his forehead, before he lowers them back down onto the mattress, and pushes himself up until he's sitting. He looks over, finally focusing his gaze on Brendon, and some of the confusion clears from his face.
He smiles.
"You're hungry," Brendon says. "We'll go hunt now; you'll feel better once you've fed. You might not remember everything at first, but don't panic, it will all come back. How do you feel?"
Spencer says, "I do remember," then throws himself onto Brendon, mashing their mouths together before he gets the angle right, and is able to press Brendon's mouth open, kissing him hungrily. Brendon sucks on Spencer's tongue and Spencer moans, loudly. His hands are still uncoordinated, and he paws at Brendon, fingers digging hard into Brendon's skin as he tries to pull Brendon closer. He tucks his hand under Brendon's shirt, then gets frustrated, trying to rip the shirt away. Brendon pulls it off himself, then helps Spencer with his pants. Before feeding, Spencer will only have a fraction of the strength that he'll have. As it is though, his hands grab hard enough that it hurts, hurts enough that Brendon's cock is starting to leak.
Brendon's lip splits under the pressure of Spencer's teeth, and Spencer snarls, licking the blood that runs down Brendon's chin, then sucking on the lip until the blood starts to clot. He tongues the wound, but he doesn't try and reopen it. He even manages to pull away, which shocks Brendon. Brendon's seen newly-turneds that have had to be put down because they couldn't otherwise be stopped once they had the taste of blood, even if it was just the blood of another vampire. Vampire blood tastes strong and sweet, but there's little nourishment, nothing that other vampires can use for substance. Still, the taste is enough that most new vampires can't pull back, the hunger too strong.
Spencer pulls back though, licking his own lips, and then grabbing Brendon's shoulder hard and uses it to flip Brendon over, pushing him face down into the bed. Brendon could fight Spencer off if he wanted to, but he'd rather see what Spencer wants here.
What Spencer seems to want is to get Brendon's pants down, fingers tugging at the waistband. Spencer makes a frustrated noise but eventually manages to pull the pants down past the curve of Brendon's ass, since Brendon didn't wear a belt into bed. They get caught around Brendon's knees, but Spencer doesn't seem to mind that, letting go of Brendon's pants and putting his hands back on Brendon's skin.
He crouches over Brendon's body, and Brendon turns his head to the side, watching Spencer out of the corner of his eye and wondering if he should put a stop to this. This, whatever this is, is not what is supposed to be happening. Brendon could have Spencer bent over; he knows some sires who hold their newly-turneds down and fuck them, while the fledglings are still so hungry that the wait is unbearable. Spencer on top of him is-- Brendon should probably flip around and switch their positions. He doesn't, though.
He kicks his legs a little, pushing his pants further down. Spencer spits into his hand, and Brendon can hear him stroking his cock. He spits again, and then his hands are on Brendon's ass, holding him open, holding him steady as Spencer starts to fuck his way inside. It hurts, and Brendon growls and pushes back.
Spencer pushes all the way inside with his first thrust, and then ducks his head down to gasp, and then bite, into Brendon's shoulder. He sinks his teeth through Brendon's skin, then licks as blood starts to run down Brendon's back. Brendon can feel him licking in long strokes as he follows the trails of blood, all the while rocking against Brendon's ass, his cock all the way inside. He drags his teeth over Brendon's skin, hard enough to scratch but not enough to really draw blood.
Brendon arches his back and pushes his ass up, and Spencer takes the hint and starts fucking him harder, with short, rough strokes. Brendon has one hand to the wall, bracing himself so that his head doesn't bump, and the other on the sheets to push himself back against Spencer.
Spencer keeps setting his teeth into Brendon's skin, but just deep enough to tear open the surface veins, not enough to get anything major. Brendon knows that it's not that Spencer just doesn't know how to bite, because Spencer uses the exact same pressure every time he bites down. Brendon skin is slick from sweat, and from Spencer licking him, maybe from blood, though Brendon thinks that Spencer is cleaning up most of what drips down his back.
Spencer keeps sucking on Brendon's skin, even on places that he hasn't bitten, sucking bruises down the knobs of Brendon's spine, the expanse of his shoulder blades. Brendon moves the hand away from the sheets and down to his cock, and Spencer moans even louder than Brendon does, when Brendon's hand finally makes contact. Spencer presses his face into Brendon's neck and shudders, and Brendon know that he's clamping down around Spencer's cock as he gets closer to coming. Spencer keeps rocking, but not quite dragging his cock in and out, and even after all this, Brendon think that Spencer hasn't torn him, at least not badly. Brendon's ass throbs, but he doesn't think he's bleeding, wouldn't care even if he was, but he's shocked at the restraint that Spencer has shown, even now when he must be half-crazed with hunger.
Spencer presses his open mouth to the thin skin of Brendon's neck, but he doesn't use his teeth. He doesn't bite the back of Brendon's neck either, nothing as possessive as that. He moans into Brendon's slick skin and mumbles, "Thank you, thank you," right behind Brendon's ear. Brendon wishes that he had a hand free with which to pull Spencer closer, but he doesn't. Instead, he pushes back hard onto Spencer's cock, bucking as much as he can.
Spencer fucks him, and the dry slide of his cock is raw and sharp and Brendon comes quickly, twisting the head of his own cock between his fingers, then fucking forward into his fist, back onto Spencer.
Spencer slows down a little after Brendon comes, but he doesn't stop, fucking Brendon through his orgasm then far enough past it that Brendon starts to consider grabbing his cock again and trying to force himself through round two. Brendon's back hurts and his shoulders and his ass, and the noises Spencer makes are so sweet, even as he's gnawing on Brendon's skin. He shouts when he comes, and then collapses on top of Brendon, which would only matter if Brendon actually needed to breathe.
Spencer stays there until he finishes shaking, and then he rolls away, pulling Brendon with him. Brendon turns in his arms, and then climbs on top once Spencer has settled to his back. He leans down and licks the blood from Spencer's mouth, ducks and fastens his mouth just under Spencer's jaw then bites him sharply, dragging his teeth so that blood wells up in a long scratch. He licks it all up, and then kisses Spencer again, the taste of both of them on Brendon's tongue now, and Spencer moans even louder than when he came.
Brendon doesn't want to stop kissing, and even though he'd rather push Spencer's legs open to fuck him now, or maybe just settle on Spencer's lap and grind down on Spencer's still-hard cock, he makes himself pull away.
He says, "We'll hunt, and then we'll come back," and Spencer smiles up at him.
--
Spencer lets the body fall to the ground then looks over to Brendon, like he's checking what he should do next.
"We should hide them somewhere," Brendon says. He grabs the wrists of the girl he was feeding on and pulls the body behind him, towards the bushes.
"They'll be easy to find here," Spencer notes, after he pushes his body behind a tree.
"Yeah, but they're not right out in the open, at least," Brendon says. "This is Dandy territory, so it doesn't matter too much. If we were somewhere else in the city, we'd have to be more careful."
Spencer nods, listening intently.
They start walking down the street, and when they get to the streetlight, Spencer turns in the direction of Brendon's place.
Brendon catches his wrist and gives him a tug, leading him the other way.
"Where are we going?" Spencer asks, following along easily.
"Back to your apartment," Brendon says, "to get your dogs."
Spencer's face lights up. "The dogs! Yeah, we can go get the dogs." He looks over at Brendon and says, "You remembered."
"I told you I would," Brendon says.
Spencer eyes darken, and he moves towards Brendon, leaning in, and Brendon lifts up on his toes, meeting Spencer halfway.
Spencer kisses hard, but Brendon pulls away before they can do more than that.
"Later," Brendon promises. "When there aren't so many people around."
"Yeah," Spencer agrees. "Later."
As they get close to Spencer's apartment, Brendon says, seriously, "Spence, the dogs might not recognize you any more, so you've got to be prepared, okay?"
"What do you mean?" Spencer asks.
"Now that you're--" Brendon can't help grinning to himself. "Now that you're like this, you'll smell different, and they might not know it's you. Animals get...weird. Sometimes. Around us. I've seen it happen before. So, just, if they start growling, we'll just open the door and leave them to find a new home, okay?"
Spencer frowns. "I guess, yeah. Okay."
They walk up the stairs towards Spencer's floor, walk down the hall, and Spencer pulls the key out of his pocket to unlock the door.
Inside, the dogs are both waiting, tails wagging. Spencer opens the door carefully, looking at Brendon and then the dogs. He steps forward, slowly, then drops down to a crouch, waiting for the dogs to come to him. Brendon stands back to wait and see what they do.
The dogs don't run at Spencer, not like they normally would, but they walk towards him easily enough. Milo noses Spencer's outstretched hand and Boba starts sniffing at the hem of Spencer's pants, and neither of them seem too concerned with Spencer's change, even if they are a little less friendly than usual.
Spencer starts petting them, and when he stands and walks to the kitchen to feed them, they both run after him, following close behind his heels. Spencer feeds them each two bowls of food to make up for being gone overnight, and when they're done eating, they crowd around Spencer again, like they're getting used to the new him already.
Spencer looks up at Brendon and says, "Is it okay if I bring them back?" and Brendon nods. Brendon's place isn't especially dog friendly, but as long as the dogs don't miss the sun, he doesn't mind bringing them home.
He walks over to Spencer, and throws an arm around his waist. Spencer's arm circles Brendon's shoulders and he leans their heads together briefly.
"You want to bring back anything else?" Brendon asks.
"Nah," Spencer says, "I've got all I want."
Spencer puts the dogs on their leashes, and locks his apartment up behind himself.
--
As they walk down the street, each with a leash in his hand, Spencer looks over at Brendon, and says, "Hey, so about Ryan."
"Yeah?" Brendon asks.
"I'm pretty sure that he was into Pete before he realized that Pete was a -- whatever Pete is. A non-human-drinking vampire. I don't think Ryan knew about that part right away."
"No?" Brendon asks.
"No," Spencer says. "So, like, I was thinking, you know--"
He looks over at Brendon and grins.
Brendon stops in the middle of the sidewalk, surges up and kisses Spencer hard.
"If you make Ryan into a vampire, he can't live with us," Brendon says, smiling. "There won't be room if you're already bringing the dogs."
"Well, no," Spencer says, slyly. "I was thinking that he'd probably want to live with Jon."
Brendon reaches for Spencer's hand and finds it open and turned towards him. He threads their fingers together, and squeezes.
They leave the light of a street lamp, and when Spencer looks over, his eyes flash gold in the darkness. He says, "I think I'm still hungry," his lips already starting to pull away, exposing sharp teeth.
Brendon can feel his own teeth lengthening even though he's not hungry, just from looking at Spencer. Brendon squeezes his hand again, and smiles. "So, where does Ryan live?"