not!Fic | Brendon/Shane | vampires | NC-17 | ~ 1800 words
domestic and evil vampire boyfriends
Brendon/Shane | NC-17 | ~ 1775 words | AU
Week number 98 643 of Brendon and Shane being vampire boyfriends.
NOW INCLUDING A BONUS ILLUSTRATION!
Thanks to sociofemme for giving this a look over, ♥.
Warnings: Vampires are evil, yo.
Shane pushes Brendon up against the side of their house. The stucco digs into Brendon's back, and right now it just feels scratchy, but if Shane shoves him harder, it'll dig in painfully. Brendon arches back.
Shane's hair is tangled, and Brendon's fingers get caught as he cups the back of Shane's head, leaning up to get a better angle between their mouths. He tugs hard, and Shane snarls. Brendon's back thumps against the wall, and then there's the burning scrape when Shane pushes him up and back. Brendon groans quietly.
All of a sudden, Shane flies backward. He makes a high squeaking noise.
"What?" Brendon asks, narrowing his eyes and looking around.
"Something rubbed up against my leg."
Brendon makes a, well, yes, face.
"Not your dick," Shane says. "Something else." He takes another step backward, looking down. "It was at my calf."
Brendon sees movement in the corner of his eye, and he lunges, ending up with a handful of --
"A kitten!" Brendon says. "A kitten for me in front of my door!" He uses his other hand to move the kitten until he's got a hold of it by the scruff of its neck. The kitten howls and hisses; Brendon holds it further away from his body.
He raises his free hand to show Shane his bleeding palm.
"I'm not kissing it better," Shane says. "You've probably got rabies now."
Brendon lifts his hand to his mouth and starts licking the blood off with long swipes of his tongue. He holds the kitten to the side and gives it a shake when it gets especially noisy and makes a show of licking away the blood. Shane gives him a long look, then starts walking forward, trying to crowd him up against the house again.
"Thought I had rabies," Brendon says, but he doesn't protest when Shane starts licking blood off his chin.
--
"We should find something to use as a collar," Brendon says. He bopped the kitten on the head a few minutes ago, after it scratched him again in an escape attempt, and ever since then it's been much more placid. He holds it to his chest, and the kitten rests its fuzzy little head against his collarbone. Brendon strokes his fingers over the back of the kitten's neck. Pets are awesome.
"We've still got Dylan's collar, but that'll be way too big," Shane says. He sighs.
"I miss Dylan, too," Brendon says, leaning up to kiss Shane's jaw. Dylan was the best dog. She didn't mind that they only walked her at night, and she never scratched the shit out of his fucking forearm, damn kitten.
"Let's go see what else we can find."
They walk to the bedroom, and Brendon gets the kitten on the bed so that he can look around.
"We could use a scarf or something," Shane suggests. He holds up a purple silk scarf. "I don't think this is either of ours."
"No, doesn't look like it is," Brendon says. "Maybe it was that girl last week's."
"The blonde?" Shane asks.
"No, I think she had kind of reddish hair?"
"Did we even feed on that one in the bedroom?" Shane asks.
"Oh, maybe not. Maybe it was that guy with the eyebrow ring's scarf."
"Well, anyway, whoever it was won't be coming back for it."
"It's going to be too long for the kitten, though," Brendon says. "What about something like this?" He holds up one of the ankle cuffs.
"A wrist cuff would be a little smaller," Shane suggests.
"Oh, yeah, and we have that old set, right? We kept the brown leather ones?"
"I think they're in the closet," Shane says. He opens up the closet doors and starts rooting around. "Oh, hey, here's where this went." He pulls out a cane and throws it over to Brendon.
Brendon catches it and says, "Hey, there it is from where it went." He waits until Shane's back is turned before dropping the cane onto the floor and giving a little kick with his toe to encourage it to roll under the bed.
Shane glances over his shoulder, giving Brendon a look, like maybe he knows it was Brendon who hid it in the first place. That one hurts-- not worse, exactly, but differently somehow from the other two canes they have.
"Is this what you meant?" Shane asks, holding up a cuff.
"Does that look more like a navy blue?" Brendon asks as he takes it from Shane. "Do we have another set in there?"
"I dunno," Shane says, "but the next time we buy new ones, you can spend the afternoon trying to soften up the leather. I like how you look with chafed wrists anyway."
Brendon feels his teeth sharpening, and he lets his mouth fall softly open. Shane licks his lips, and starts walking to the bed, and they narrowly miss the kitten when they land on the mattress.
"Oh, right," Brendon says. The kitten looks uneasy; Brendon figures his eyes are probably glowing. He smiles, figuring that cats don't mind pointy teeth. "Hey, kittykitty, look at what I've got for you."
He undoes the wrist cuff and circles it around the kitten's neck. It tries to back away from him, but he manages. He's in the middle of trying to get it buckled again when the kitten ducks its head and scoots backwards, slipping out of the cuff.
"Whoops," Brendon says. "Guess that's too big."
--
"Do you think we should buy some food for the kitten?" Brendon asks. They're lying in bed together, the blinds closed tightly to keep out the rising sun. The kitten has been meowing all morning, so they locked her in the laundry room so they wouldn't have to hear it.
"I dunno," Shane says. "Do you actually want to have a pet?"
"I want a pet that we can use for eating sometimes," Brendon says. "But maybe it'd also be fun to have a kitten around the house."
"We could see if cats can be turned," Shane suggests.
"Ewww!" Brendon hollers. "You want to drink animal blood? That's disgusting."
Shane humphs, reaching across the bed to whack Brendon. "I do not."
"That's like-- one step away from bestiality!" Brendon says. "What's next, fucking horses?"
"Oh my god," Shane says. "You were the one who was holding the kitten up and blowing on its genitals."
"There was fur in the way! I was trying to see if it's a boy or a girl."
"All I know is that I saw your mouth in between the kitten's legs."
"Horse fucker," Brendon says.
--
Brendon picks up the kitten and holds it up in front of his face. He says, "Hello little fuzzy."
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The kitten blinks at him, then puffs up and starts hissing. Its lips pull away from its teeth.
Brendon bares his own teeth and snarls right back.
The kitten takes a swipe for his lip.
Brendon sets the kitten down.
--
Brendon pulls off Shane's dick and starts licking his way lower. Shane spread his legs, making happy, encouraging noises.
Brendon licks wetly, spends a long minute flicking his tongue back and forth over Shane's hole, before sliding his lips up Shane's thigh as he replaces his tongue with the tip of his finger. He sets his teeth into Shane's thigh, biting until he tastes blood, then sucks gently while he rubs light circles with his finger. He pulls away so that he can watch as he slides his finger inside, pulling back out again before he's in past the first knuckle. He loves watching that moment of penetration, the point where Shane first opens.
His cheek slides wetly against Shane's leg, and he turns his head to finish licking up the blood. He opens his mouth to tongue along the bite marks.
"You always make these, like, crooning noises," Shane says, his voice rough. He gasps sharply when Brendon angles his finger and pushes in deeper. "In the back of your throat."
Brendon pulls away long enough to say, "You taste good."
"I taste like that pretty blonde thing we ate a few hours ago."
Shane's legs fall open wider when Brendon adds a second finger, and Brendon has to lean forward to he can keep his mouth on Shane's thigh.
"You still taste like you," Brendon says, moving over a couple of inches and biting again. He sucks in slow pulses, and rocks his fingers to the same rhythm.
"Fuck," Shane says, reaching down and fisting his cock. "I want to come like this. Is it, are you cool with, with waiting a bit before, fuck, fucking me?"
Brendon moves his mouth down again. He hums, mh hm, the sound muffled by Shane's skin, and pushes in a third finger. Shane's hips jerk up.
--
"For fuck's sake," Brendon growls, dropping the kitten on the floor. The kitten runs away before Brendon has the chance to grab it again. "That is not a good kind of pain!" he yells, then starts to suck on the back of his bleeding hand. "Kittens are for cuddling, you little asshole."
--
Shane comes into the living room. He sidesteps quickly, then starts staring at Brendon.
Brendon finishes Cliffs of Dover before setting the plastic guitar down. "I rock," he says. "Five stars."
"Brendon, did you kill the kitten?" Shane asks, pointing his toe at the little pile of fur on the floor.
"Little bit," Brendon says. "It was not everything I had hoped it would be."
"Okay, but babe, now we've got a fucking animal corpse on our living room floor. Couldn't you have done that outside?"
"I tried to drown it in the bathtub, but it wasn't deep enough and the kitten fought back. When does the housekeeper come again? The bathroom's a mess."
"Tuesday," Shane says. "Do something with the corpse before then, though. I like this housekeeper; I don't want her to quit."
"I thought we weren't going to put bodies in the backyard any more?" Brendon asks.
"I think an animal would be okay," says Shane. "Unless you want to find somewhere else?"
"Kay, I'll go take it out," Brendon says.
Shane pecks Brendon on the lips, then grabs the Guitar Hero controller off the floor.
"Eww," Brendon says, picking up the lump. "It's still wet from the bath."
Brendon/Shane | NC-17 | ~ 1775 words | AU
Week number 98 643 of Brendon and Shane being vampire boyfriends.
NOW INCLUDING A BONUS ILLUSTRATION!
Thanks to sociofemme for giving this a look over, ♥.
Warnings: Vampires are evil, yo.
Shane pushes Brendon up against the side of their house. The stucco digs into Brendon's back, and right now it just feels scratchy, but if Shane shoves him harder, it'll dig in painfully. Brendon arches back.
Shane's hair is tangled, and Brendon's fingers get caught as he cups the back of Shane's head, leaning up to get a better angle between their mouths. He tugs hard, and Shane snarls. Brendon's back thumps against the wall, and then there's the burning scrape when Shane pushes him up and back. Brendon groans quietly.
All of a sudden, Shane flies backward. He makes a high squeaking noise.
"What?" Brendon asks, narrowing his eyes and looking around.
"Something rubbed up against my leg."
Brendon makes a, well, yes, face.
"Not your dick," Shane says. "Something else." He takes another step backward, looking down. "It was at my calf."
Brendon sees movement in the corner of his eye, and he lunges, ending up with a handful of --
"A kitten!" Brendon says. "A kitten for me in front of my door!" He uses his other hand to move the kitten until he's got a hold of it by the scruff of its neck. The kitten howls and hisses; Brendon holds it further away from his body.
He raises his free hand to show Shane his bleeding palm.
"I'm not kissing it better," Shane says. "You've probably got rabies now."
Brendon lifts his hand to his mouth and starts licking the blood off with long swipes of his tongue. He holds the kitten to the side and gives it a shake when it gets especially noisy and makes a show of licking away the blood. Shane gives him a long look, then starts walking forward, trying to crowd him up against the house again.
"Thought I had rabies," Brendon says, but he doesn't protest when Shane starts licking blood off his chin.
--
"We should find something to use as a collar," Brendon says. He bopped the kitten on the head a few minutes ago, after it scratched him again in an escape attempt, and ever since then it's been much more placid. He holds it to his chest, and the kitten rests its fuzzy little head against his collarbone. Brendon strokes his fingers over the back of the kitten's neck. Pets are awesome.
"We've still got Dylan's collar, but that'll be way too big," Shane says. He sighs.
"I miss Dylan, too," Brendon says, leaning up to kiss Shane's jaw. Dylan was the best dog. She didn't mind that they only walked her at night, and she never scratched the shit out of his fucking forearm, damn kitten.
"Let's go see what else we can find."
They walk to the bedroom, and Brendon gets the kitten on the bed so that he can look around.
"We could use a scarf or something," Shane suggests. He holds up a purple silk scarf. "I don't think this is either of ours."
"No, doesn't look like it is," Brendon says. "Maybe it was that girl last week's."
"The blonde?" Shane asks.
"No, I think she had kind of reddish hair?"
"Did we even feed on that one in the bedroom?" Shane asks.
"Oh, maybe not. Maybe it was that guy with the eyebrow ring's scarf."
"Well, anyway, whoever it was won't be coming back for it."
"It's going to be too long for the kitten, though," Brendon says. "What about something like this?" He holds up one of the ankle cuffs.
"A wrist cuff would be a little smaller," Shane suggests.
"Oh, yeah, and we have that old set, right? We kept the brown leather ones?"
"I think they're in the closet," Shane says. He opens up the closet doors and starts rooting around. "Oh, hey, here's where this went." He pulls out a cane and throws it over to Brendon.
Brendon catches it and says, "Hey, there it is from where it went." He waits until Shane's back is turned before dropping the cane onto the floor and giving a little kick with his toe to encourage it to roll under the bed.
Shane glances over his shoulder, giving Brendon a look, like maybe he knows it was Brendon who hid it in the first place. That one hurts-- not worse, exactly, but differently somehow from the other two canes they have.
"Is this what you meant?" Shane asks, holding up a cuff.
"Does that look more like a navy blue?" Brendon asks as he takes it from Shane. "Do we have another set in there?"
"I dunno," Shane says, "but the next time we buy new ones, you can spend the afternoon trying to soften up the leather. I like how you look with chafed wrists anyway."
Brendon feels his teeth sharpening, and he lets his mouth fall softly open. Shane licks his lips, and starts walking to the bed, and they narrowly miss the kitten when they land on the mattress.
"Oh, right," Brendon says. The kitten looks uneasy; Brendon figures his eyes are probably glowing. He smiles, figuring that cats don't mind pointy teeth. "Hey, kittykitty, look at what I've got for you."
He undoes the wrist cuff and circles it around the kitten's neck. It tries to back away from him, but he manages. He's in the middle of trying to get it buckled again when the kitten ducks its head and scoots backwards, slipping out of the cuff.
"Whoops," Brendon says. "Guess that's too big."
--
"Do you think we should buy some food for the kitten?" Brendon asks. They're lying in bed together, the blinds closed tightly to keep out the rising sun. The kitten has been meowing all morning, so they locked her in the laundry room so they wouldn't have to hear it.
"I dunno," Shane says. "Do you actually want to have a pet?"
"I want a pet that we can use for eating sometimes," Brendon says. "But maybe it'd also be fun to have a kitten around the house."
"We could see if cats can be turned," Shane suggests.
"Ewww!" Brendon hollers. "You want to drink animal blood? That's disgusting."
Shane humphs, reaching across the bed to whack Brendon. "I do not."
"That's like-- one step away from bestiality!" Brendon says. "What's next, fucking horses?"
"Oh my god," Shane says. "You were the one who was holding the kitten up and blowing on its genitals."
"There was fur in the way! I was trying to see if it's a boy or a girl."
"All I know is that I saw your mouth in between the kitten's legs."
"Horse fucker," Brendon says.
--
Brendon picks up the kitten and holds it up in front of his face. He says, "Hello little fuzzy."
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The kitten blinks at him, then puffs up and starts hissing. Its lips pull away from its teeth.
Brendon bares his own teeth and snarls right back.
The kitten takes a swipe for his lip.
Brendon sets the kitten down.
--
Brendon pulls off Shane's dick and starts licking his way lower. Shane spread his legs, making happy, encouraging noises.
Brendon licks wetly, spends a long minute flicking his tongue back and forth over Shane's hole, before sliding his lips up Shane's thigh as he replaces his tongue with the tip of his finger. He sets his teeth into Shane's thigh, biting until he tastes blood, then sucks gently while he rubs light circles with his finger. He pulls away so that he can watch as he slides his finger inside, pulling back out again before he's in past the first knuckle. He loves watching that moment of penetration, the point where Shane first opens.
His cheek slides wetly against Shane's leg, and he turns his head to finish licking up the blood. He opens his mouth to tongue along the bite marks.
"You always make these, like, crooning noises," Shane says, his voice rough. He gasps sharply when Brendon angles his finger and pushes in deeper. "In the back of your throat."
Brendon pulls away long enough to say, "You taste good."
"I taste like that pretty blonde thing we ate a few hours ago."
Shane's legs fall open wider when Brendon adds a second finger, and Brendon has to lean forward to he can keep his mouth on Shane's thigh.
"You still taste like you," Brendon says, moving over a couple of inches and biting again. He sucks in slow pulses, and rocks his fingers to the same rhythm.
"Fuck," Shane says, reaching down and fisting his cock. "I want to come like this. Is it, are you cool with, with waiting a bit before, fuck, fucking me?"
Brendon moves his mouth down again. He hums, mh hm, the sound muffled by Shane's skin, and pushes in a third finger. Shane's hips jerk up.
--
"For fuck's sake," Brendon growls, dropping the kitten on the floor. The kitten runs away before Brendon has the chance to grab it again. "That is not a good kind of pain!" he yells, then starts to suck on the back of his bleeding hand. "Kittens are for cuddling, you little asshole."
--
Shane comes into the living room. He sidesteps quickly, then starts staring at Brendon.
Brendon finishes Cliffs of Dover before setting the plastic guitar down. "I rock," he says. "Five stars."
"Brendon, did you kill the kitten?" Shane asks, pointing his toe at the little pile of fur on the floor.
"Little bit," Brendon says. "It was not everything I had hoped it would be."
"Okay, but babe, now we've got a fucking animal corpse on our living room floor. Couldn't you have done that outside?"
"I tried to drown it in the bathtub, but it wasn't deep enough and the kitten fought back. When does the housekeeper come again? The bathroom's a mess."
"Tuesday," Shane says. "Do something with the corpse before then, though. I like this housekeeper; I don't want her to quit."
"I thought we weren't going to put bodies in the backyard any more?" Brendon asks.
"I think an animal would be okay," says Shane. "Unless you want to find somewhere else?"
"Kay, I'll go take it out," Brendon says.
Shane pecks Brendon on the lips, then grabs the Guitar Hero controller off the floor.
"Eww," Brendon says, picking up the lump. "It's still wet from the bath."