Through Your Veins (Standalone)
Title: Through Your Veins
Author: ivesia19 / Sara
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd
Summary: Ryan still didn’t have his bloodlust under control. He had a problem with waiting, a problem that Brendon was eager to help him with.
Disclaimer: Vampire (ALLSCALMTM) AU. The boys belong to themselves (and possibly each other)
Author Notes: So, I wanted to write a PWP the other day and asked my lovely f-list for ideas. This is for them. Especially selectivelyurie, ley-is-eclipse, and alphabetatoast who filled my head with filthy ideas ♥
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William stopped Brendon in the foyer. It was only a light touch on the shoulder, but Brendon stopped immediately, the touch of William’s skin against his own calling out for him to stop. For him to obey.
“How is your new boy?” William asked. His voice came out sounding bored, as if he had no interest in what he was asking about at all, but Brendon knew that William always had his reasons. Brendon also knew the William liked to seem nonchalant. He didn’t call him on it though. That would be a mistake.
“Ryan is adjusting pretty well,” Brendon said. He wasn’t cautious with his words. He figured that if William was asking then he already knew about the problems that Brendon was having.
William tisked and ran a lone, long finger down Brendon’s chest. “Mike says that you’re having problems getting him to listen.” His finger started to drag back up Brendon’s chest, ruffling his shirt. “If you’d like, I could fix that.”
Brendon willed his body not to tense up. He knew what William was implying with that. Brendon himself could do it if he wanted, could mesmerize Ryan. Ryan was still young, it wouldn’t take that much concentration, but Brendon wanted Ryan just as he was, not some mindless drone. It was all the strange quirks that first drew Brendon to Ryan. He didn’t want to take them away.
Of course, William could mean the other option too. The one that Brendon didn’t even want to think about. The one that made him glad that breathing wasn’t a necessity.
“Thank you for offering,” Brendon said, “but I think that I can manage.” He smiled diplomatically. “I’ve already begun trying to break him of his bad habits.” Brendon knew that if his heart was still beating it would be pounding loudly, rattling his chest maybe, as he thought about Ryan waiting for him.
William appraised him carefully for a moment before nodding. “Good. We can’t have young vampires running around without a senior member with them. Who knows what kind of trouble they could get up to.”
“It won’t be a problem anymore,” Brendon promised, trying not to think of how Ryan had slipped away from him while he was feeding to make quite a scene at a local club.
Ryan still didn’t have his bloodlust under control.
He had a problem with waiting, a problem that Brendon was eager to help him with.
William nodded and Brendon took his leave, moving swiftly through the winding hallways of the hotel until he reached his room. He readied himself, making sure that his face was expressionless (though often times with Ryan it was difficult).
Brendon threw the door open and slammed it shut behind him, eyes flashing as he took in the view in front of him.
Ryan jerked up at the noise that Brendon made when he entered, body straining upward, but it was in vain.
Ryan was laying stretched out, limbs sprawled, on the bed, the dark, red sheets creating a sharp contrast to Ryan’s translucent, pale skin. He looked beautiful laying there, the lines of his naked body calling out to Brendon.
“Brendon?” Ryan’s voice sounded. “Is that you?”
Brendon grinned, looking over at Ryan, at the boy who was his, lying chained and blindfolded on the bed. He started to take off his clothes. Folding them neatly, just like he was taught.
“Don’t talk,” Brendon ordered, grinning to himself as Ryan’s head whipped around to where Brendon was standing. Despite the fact that Ryan had only been a vampire for a few short weeks, his senses were well attuned. Ryan, still insolent, opened his mouth to object, but Brendon cut him off with a sharp “if you talk then I’ll have to gag you.” Ryan’s mouth fell shut and Brendon let out a chuckle. “Good,” he said, appeased. “It would be a shame to gag you. That pretty mouth of yours should be put to better use.”
At those words, Ryan’s hips lifted off the bed again.
It was amusing to Brendon, well amusing was one word for it, that Ryan was already getting hard. He had been chained to that bed all day. Naked. Blindfolded. Nothing to occupy him but the thought of Brendon coming back to fulfill the promise that he had left Ryan with.
“You have to learn how to be patient,” Brendon said, echoing his earlier statement. “I’m going to have to teach you to learn how to wait.” Brendon trailed a hand up Ryan’s thigh, letting it rest against Ryan’s upper thigh, laughing as Ryan shifted his hips, obviously trying to get Brendon to make contact.
Brendon knew what it was like: getting turned. He knew the head rush of all of a sudden being so aware, so attuned to everything and everyone. He could remember the first time he could hear someone’s blood rushing through their veins, could hear their heart beating.
It was intoxicating.
He could remember the freedom of it all, finally feeling like he didn’t have to play by anyone’s rules but his own, but Brendon could also remember learning that there was a hierarchy in the vampire world, one that they had to abide by. You had to earn respect.
He had gone through it with William, and now Ryan would have to learn the same lesson that Brendon had learned. But not in the same way. Brendon didn’t have it in him to use the same method that he went through.
Ryan was straining against his restraints, looking too good for Brendon to resist, and it only took a firm hold and quick slick up and down of Brendon’s hand on Ryan’s cock to make Ryan harden completely.
The whimpering noise, that subdued moan, made Brendon stir, awakening something in him. He settled himself down on the bed, aware that Ryan could feel the dip of the mattress. It was the only thing that let Ryan know he was there. He wasn’t touching him anymore.
“We’re going to have a lesson,” Brendon began, letting his eyes wash over Ryan’s body. His skin was so pale, so delicate. Brendon couldn’t wait to kiss bruises onto the stretch of skin over Ryan’s hipbone. Maybe imprint finger marks on Ryan’s wrists. There was so much to choose from. “And if you do well, I’ll let you come.”
Brendon let a single finger trace across Ryan’s collarbone, slipping down to encircle one hardening nipple.
“But don’t you worry about me,” Brendon said. “I’m definitely going to get off.”
His movements were fast, and before Ryan could even digest Brendon’s words, the other vampire was on top of him, straddling him. Unfortunately for Ryan, Brendon wasn’t grinding down into his lap or even doing a teasing circle of friction. Instead, Brendon was straddling Ryan’s chest, and he was quickly making his way up.
Brendon’s fingers traced over Ryan’s lips, and Ryan, eager to please now (he knew the game, he knew how to play) licked at the pads of Brendon’s fingers as they swept across the curved lip.
Brendon hummed, pleased, and said, “I want you to lay still, Ryan.” He grinned to himself. “Sometimes you need to learn how to shut your mouth, but that’s not the lesson for today.” He inched closer on Ryan’s chest. “Now open up. I want to fuck your mouth.”
Ryan’s hips rose again, as if out of pure need, helping Brendon make the couple last of inches he needed. He took a tight hold of his cock, stroking a couple of times before jutting his hips forward, rubbing the tip of his cock against Ryan’s full lower lip.
“You look so good like this,” Brendon breathed out, his own tongue mirroring Ryan’s, flicking out to wet his lips as Ryan lapped at the head of Brendon’s cock. “Fuck.” The sight of watching Ryan just let Brendon push his cock forward into his mouth, tongue sliding hot against the underside, was almost too much for Brendon and he jerked his hips forward more, starting to fuck Ryan’s mouth in earnest now.
Brendon’s fingers played at Ryan’s blindfold, contemplating whether or not he should take it off. He wanted to see Ryan’s eyes, wanted to see the lust in them, and before Brendon could even think about the reasons why he might want to keep the blindfold on, he tore it off, Ryan’s eyes wide on the other side.
Ryan made a pleased noise in the back of his throat, and Brendon let his fingers weave through Ryan’s hair, holding tight as he let his hips snap forward. Ryan’s tongue was tracing circles every time Brendon thrust in, but he kept his mouth slack, allowing Brendon to do what he wanted.
His eyes though, Ryan’s eyes were hot and bright and intense. Focused only on Brendon and in a way, to Brendon, they seemed to be a little bit too smug.
Brendon tightened his hold of Ryan’s hair and yanked his head back, arching back too, watching his cock slide from Ryan’s mouth, slick and hard and so fucking ready.
Ryan stared at him. He didn’t say a word, but he watched each move that Brendon made as Brendon pushed himself off of Ryan’s body, sliding over to stand up. Ryan could see Brendon’s cock still so hard, hard for him, hard from him, and he licked his lips and lifted his hips, but Brendon didn’t pay him any attention.
Walking up to the headboard, Brendon pulled on the one handcuff, the one encircling Ryan’s right wrist. “Just making sure it’s strong enough,” Brendon said. He walked around the bed to check the other, then both of the restraints wrapped around Ryan’s ankles.
“Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you?” Brendon asked, sitting down next to Ryan, hand cool on Ryan’s skin. But then again, Ryan’s skin was cool too. There used to be a time when his skin ran hot, but that time had passed.
Ryan didn’t answer. Didn’t know if he was allowed to, so he just tilted his chin up, letting Brendon know that he was listening.
Brendon smiled, obviously pleased that Ryan didn’t break the rules and speak. “The first time I saw you I thought that you were so fragile. I thought that the world was too rough and harsh for you and that you would crumble.”
Brendon watched amused as Ryan’s eyes flashed. He knew that it was probably hard for Ryan to remain quiet. He knew how much Ryan wanted to bitch Brendon out. Brendon loved that fire.
“You came with me so easily,” Brendon recalled. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked a generous line, making sure to keep eye contact with Ryan as he wrapped his hand around the base of Ryan’s cock, causing Ryan to let out something that sounded like a muffled groan. “I guess you’ve always been a whore for me.”
Ryan shot Brendon a look, but that didn’t stop his hips from snapping up, from seeking the friction of Brendon’s hand dragging tight across him.
“And then we fucked,” Brendon said, twisting his hand on the up stroke. “You begged for me to fuck you.” There was a whine now coming from Ryan, but it died as Brendon squeezed tighter. “And you took me so good. Fuck, you were so hot. So tight around me.”
The memory of that was overwhelming. Remembering Ryan as a human. So trusting, so needy. So desperate for Brendon.
Brendon shifted closer to Ryan, letting the other vampire feel him hard against his leg. “Want to know why I turned you?”
His hand was still moving quickly over Ryan’s cock, but through the muffled moans, Ryan managed to nod his head.
“It wasn’t because you were a good fuck,” Brendon said, speeding up his hand. “Though you were.” He leaned over quickly and licked a line across the head of Ryan’s cock. “You are,” he corrected. “But that wasn’t it.”
Brendon took his hand off of Ryan, grinning at the whine that escaped Ryan’s mouth. He situated himself between Ryan’s legs, locking eyes as he drew two fingers into his mouth, wetting them. “Do you know what happens to the human body when they fuck?” Brendon traced one finger around the tight stretch of skin of Ryan’s entrance.
He pushed one finger in slowly, starting a dragging rhythm. “Their heart beats so fast. So fast, Ryan.” He pushed in another finger. “You wouldn’t believe how much of a turn on that is. And you?” He twisted his fingers. Ryan surged up. “Your heart was so fast. Out of control almost. I could hear it stutter each time I pushed into you.”
Ryan was panting beneath him. He didn’t need to breathe, didn’t need the inhale and exhale, but his chest was heaving, letting Brendon know just how far gone Ryan really was.
“You’re being so good, Ryan,” Brendon murmured. “So good.”
He pulled his fingers out and quickly made a grab for Ryan’s wrists, hoping that his grip was hard enough to cause that beautiful flush of purple later. Brendon settled himself overtop of Ryan, their cold skin fitting together, their hard cocks lining up perfectly.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Brendon asked. He jerked his hips, grinning as Ryan’s hips arched up to keep the friction there. Ryan remained quiet, only permitting little sighs and moans to escape.
“Ryan,” Brendon said again, growled. “Answer me. I want to hear you.” He ground his hips down, using his hard grip on Ryan’s wrists to anchor himself. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Ryan bucked up. “Yes. Fuck, Brendon.” His voice was raw and deep and fucking dripping with need.
“Needy little slut,” Brendon said, jokingly, but he tilted Ryan’s hips up and pushed in, watching as Ryan’ threw his neck back. In a blink of an eye, Brendon’s lips were latched against the pale column of Ryan’s neck, a place that used to hold the soft beat of a pulse.
“Yes, fuck, fine!” Ryan moaned out. “I don’t fucking care, Brendon! You tied me to a fucking bed for six fucking hours and all that I could think about the entire time was this!” He lifted his hips up as Brendon pounded in, causing a moan to break from both of them.
Brendon licked at Ryan’s neck, ignoring his words as he fucked Ryan hard, pounded into him. He could taste the tiniest hint of the blood beneath Ryan’s skin, borrowed blood, and he didn’t waste any time in biting down, letting the blood flood his mouth.
Ryan groaned, twisting his neck, giving Brendon more room, and Brendon’s cock jerked deep inside Ryan at that sign of submission. Brendon let his fangs subside and he licked over the wound, loving that he could mark Ryan. Loving that only he could mark Ryan.
He crashed his mouth down over Ryan’s, licking into Ryan’s mouth, passing along the blood. He bit harshly at Ryan as they kissed, but Ryan bit back just as intensely, nicking Brendon’s lip, lapping the little bit of blood that pooled there.
Brendon’s eyes were dark as he kissed Ryan, moving back to take in Ryan’s blown expression - his wet, red mouth.
“Mine,” Brendon whispered fiercely, pounding into Ryan. “Mine,” he echoed, changing the angle of his hips, causing Ryan to produce a startled yelp.
Brendon reached down and grabbed Ryan’s thigh. He pulled hard, thrusts speeding up as the restraint snapped and Ryan curled that one free leg around Brendon’s hip, using his calf to push Brendon in deeper.
Brendon’s pace didn’t slow down as he drove into Ryan. He kept his hands gripped tight on Ryan’s wrists and rolled his hips as he fucked Ryan hard down onto the mattress.
“William said that I need to teach you a lesson,” Brendon growled as he snapped his hips. “He doesn’t think that you’re worth it. He thinks that you’re going to be a liability.” His hands tightened, causing Ryan to whine. “But I am not letting him take you away from me. You’re mine.”
“Yes,” Ryan promised, hips working in rhythm with Brendon’s. “Brendon, please,” he cried, eyes desperate, mouth still red, reminding Brendon of their bond - of what they shared. “Get me off, please.”
Brendon nodded and let one hand unclench its hold on Ryan’s wrist. A jolt of possessive pleasure ran through him as he saw that already there was a hint of a bruise blooming across Ryan’s skin.
He wrapped his hand around Ryan’s cock, already leaking, and let Ryan thrust into the tight hold as he continued to fuck him.
It didn’t take Ryan long, only a couple of frantic thrusts and he was coming all over Brendon’s hand. “Fuck,” Ryan groaned as his body jolted.
Brendon thrust his wet hand in front of Ryan’s mouth. “Clean up your mess,” he ordered, keeping an easy rhythm, made up of forceful thrusts in and out, as he watched Ryan lick up his own come, sucking Brendon’s fingers into his mouth, humming at the taste of himself on his tongue.
“Good boy,” Brendon praised. He pulled his fingers out of Ryan’s mouth and once again gripped around his wrist, not holding back at all as he pounded into Ryan, letting the feel of Ryan overwhelm him until he came hard, jerking into Ryan, pulling him closer to himself.
He carefully pulled himself off of Ryan and untied his other ankle, rubbing soothing circles into the red skin. Brendon then unlocked each of the handcuffs, kissing the marks and cuts.
Brendon joined Ryan once again on the bed, still holding Ryan’s one wrist in his hand. He brought it to his mouth and let his tongue flicker over the missing pulse.
“You can’t go causing any more scenes,” Brendon said. “William won’t stand for it.”
Ryan didn’t respond.
“Ryan, I mean it. William doesn’t want to deal with shit like that.” Brendon’s lips dragged across the bruised skin of Ryan’s wrist. “He’ll take you away from me if you continue being a show off. He’ll kill you.”
Brendon could practically hear the pleading tone in his voice, but at that moment he didn’t care. All he cared about was Ryan’s eyes soft on his own.
“Okay,” Ryan said, voice quiet. “I’ll try to be more subtle.” He gave a tiny grin. “For now.”
Brendon pulled Ryan close to him, their chests fitting perfectly together as Ryan leaned against him. Brendon placed a soft kiss on Ryan’s neck, a trail of kisses leading up until Ryan’s tongue met his own, playing out a lazy dance.
Ryan pulled back. “You never told me why you turned me,” he said. His hand was rubbing circles against Brendon’s back. “Will you tell me now?”
“I think you already know,” Brendon admitted, leaning forward to bring their lips together again.
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Author: ivesia19 / Sara
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd
Summary: Ryan still didn’t have his bloodlust under control. He had a problem with waiting, a problem that Brendon was eager to help him with.
Disclaimer: Vampire (ALLSCALMTM) AU. The boys belong to themselves (and possibly each other)
Author Notes: So, I wanted to write a PWP the other day and asked my lovely f-list for ideas. This is for them. Especially selectivelyurie, ley-is-eclipse, and alphabetatoast who filled my head with filthy ideas ♥
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William stopped Brendon in the foyer. It was only a light touch on the shoulder, but Brendon stopped immediately, the touch of William’s skin against his own calling out for him to stop. For him to obey.
“How is your new boy?” William asked. His voice came out sounding bored, as if he had no interest in what he was asking about at all, but Brendon knew that William always had his reasons. Brendon also knew the William liked to seem nonchalant. He didn’t call him on it though. That would be a mistake.
“Ryan is adjusting pretty well,” Brendon said. He wasn’t cautious with his words. He figured that if William was asking then he already knew about the problems that Brendon was having.
William tisked and ran a lone, long finger down Brendon’s chest. “Mike says that you’re having problems getting him to listen.” His finger started to drag back up Brendon’s chest, ruffling his shirt. “If you’d like, I could fix that.”
Brendon willed his body not to tense up. He knew what William was implying with that. Brendon himself could do it if he wanted, could mesmerize Ryan. Ryan was still young, it wouldn’t take that much concentration, but Brendon wanted Ryan just as he was, not some mindless drone. It was all the strange quirks that first drew Brendon to Ryan. He didn’t want to take them away.
Of course, William could mean the other option too. The one that Brendon didn’t even want to think about. The one that made him glad that breathing wasn’t a necessity.
“Thank you for offering,” Brendon said, “but I think that I can manage.” He smiled diplomatically. “I’ve already begun trying to break him of his bad habits.” Brendon knew that if his heart was still beating it would be pounding loudly, rattling his chest maybe, as he thought about Ryan waiting for him.
William appraised him carefully for a moment before nodding. “Good. We can’t have young vampires running around without a senior member with them. Who knows what kind of trouble they could get up to.”
“It won’t be a problem anymore,” Brendon promised, trying not to think of how Ryan had slipped away from him while he was feeding to make quite a scene at a local club.
Ryan still didn’t have his bloodlust under control.
He had a problem with waiting, a problem that Brendon was eager to help him with.
William nodded and Brendon took his leave, moving swiftly through the winding hallways of the hotel until he reached his room. He readied himself, making sure that his face was expressionless (though often times with Ryan it was difficult).
Brendon threw the door open and slammed it shut behind him, eyes flashing as he took in the view in front of him.
Ryan jerked up at the noise that Brendon made when he entered, body straining upward, but it was in vain.
Ryan was laying stretched out, limbs sprawled, on the bed, the dark, red sheets creating a sharp contrast to Ryan’s translucent, pale skin. He looked beautiful laying there, the lines of his naked body calling out to Brendon.
“Brendon?” Ryan’s voice sounded. “Is that you?”
Brendon grinned, looking over at Ryan, at the boy who was his, lying chained and blindfolded on the bed. He started to take off his clothes. Folding them neatly, just like he was taught.
“Don’t talk,” Brendon ordered, grinning to himself as Ryan’s head whipped around to where Brendon was standing. Despite the fact that Ryan had only been a vampire for a few short weeks, his senses were well attuned. Ryan, still insolent, opened his mouth to object, but Brendon cut him off with a sharp “if you talk then I’ll have to gag you.” Ryan’s mouth fell shut and Brendon let out a chuckle. “Good,” he said, appeased. “It would be a shame to gag you. That pretty mouth of yours should be put to better use.”
At those words, Ryan’s hips lifted off the bed again.
It was amusing to Brendon, well amusing was one word for it, that Ryan was already getting hard. He had been chained to that bed all day. Naked. Blindfolded. Nothing to occupy him but the thought of Brendon coming back to fulfill the promise that he had left Ryan with.
“You have to learn how to be patient,” Brendon said, echoing his earlier statement. “I’m going to have to teach you to learn how to wait.” Brendon trailed a hand up Ryan’s thigh, letting it rest against Ryan’s upper thigh, laughing as Ryan shifted his hips, obviously trying to get Brendon to make contact.
Brendon knew what it was like: getting turned. He knew the head rush of all of a sudden being so aware, so attuned to everything and everyone. He could remember the first time he could hear someone’s blood rushing through their veins, could hear their heart beating.
It was intoxicating.
He could remember the freedom of it all, finally feeling like he didn’t have to play by anyone’s rules but his own, but Brendon could also remember learning that there was a hierarchy in the vampire world, one that they had to abide by. You had to earn respect.
He had gone through it with William, and now Ryan would have to learn the same lesson that Brendon had learned. But not in the same way. Brendon didn’t have it in him to use the same method that he went through.
Ryan was straining against his restraints, looking too good for Brendon to resist, and it only took a firm hold and quick slick up and down of Brendon’s hand on Ryan’s cock to make Ryan harden completely.
The whimpering noise, that subdued moan, made Brendon stir, awakening something in him. He settled himself down on the bed, aware that Ryan could feel the dip of the mattress. It was the only thing that let Ryan know he was there. He wasn’t touching him anymore.
“We’re going to have a lesson,” Brendon began, letting his eyes wash over Ryan’s body. His skin was so pale, so delicate. Brendon couldn’t wait to kiss bruises onto the stretch of skin over Ryan’s hipbone. Maybe imprint finger marks on Ryan’s wrists. There was so much to choose from. “And if you do well, I’ll let you come.”
Brendon let a single finger trace across Ryan’s collarbone, slipping down to encircle one hardening nipple.
“But don’t you worry about me,” Brendon said. “I’m definitely going to get off.”
His movements were fast, and before Ryan could even digest Brendon’s words, the other vampire was on top of him, straddling him. Unfortunately for Ryan, Brendon wasn’t grinding down into his lap or even doing a teasing circle of friction. Instead, Brendon was straddling Ryan’s chest, and he was quickly making his way up.
Brendon’s fingers traced over Ryan’s lips, and Ryan, eager to please now (he knew the game, he knew how to play) licked at the pads of Brendon’s fingers as they swept across the curved lip.
Brendon hummed, pleased, and said, “I want you to lay still, Ryan.” He grinned to himself. “Sometimes you need to learn how to shut your mouth, but that’s not the lesson for today.” He inched closer on Ryan’s chest. “Now open up. I want to fuck your mouth.”
Ryan’s hips rose again, as if out of pure need, helping Brendon make the couple last of inches he needed. He took a tight hold of his cock, stroking a couple of times before jutting his hips forward, rubbing the tip of his cock against Ryan’s full lower lip.
“You look so good like this,” Brendon breathed out, his own tongue mirroring Ryan’s, flicking out to wet his lips as Ryan lapped at the head of Brendon’s cock. “Fuck.” The sight of watching Ryan just let Brendon push his cock forward into his mouth, tongue sliding hot against the underside, was almost too much for Brendon and he jerked his hips forward more, starting to fuck Ryan’s mouth in earnest now.
Brendon’s fingers played at Ryan’s blindfold, contemplating whether or not he should take it off. He wanted to see Ryan’s eyes, wanted to see the lust in them, and before Brendon could even think about the reasons why he might want to keep the blindfold on, he tore it off, Ryan’s eyes wide on the other side.
Ryan made a pleased noise in the back of his throat, and Brendon let his fingers weave through Ryan’s hair, holding tight as he let his hips snap forward. Ryan’s tongue was tracing circles every time Brendon thrust in, but he kept his mouth slack, allowing Brendon to do what he wanted.
His eyes though, Ryan’s eyes were hot and bright and intense. Focused only on Brendon and in a way, to Brendon, they seemed to be a little bit too smug.
Brendon tightened his hold of Ryan’s hair and yanked his head back, arching back too, watching his cock slide from Ryan’s mouth, slick and hard and so fucking ready.
Ryan stared at him. He didn’t say a word, but he watched each move that Brendon made as Brendon pushed himself off of Ryan’s body, sliding over to stand up. Ryan could see Brendon’s cock still so hard, hard for him, hard from him, and he licked his lips and lifted his hips, but Brendon didn’t pay him any attention.
Walking up to the headboard, Brendon pulled on the one handcuff, the one encircling Ryan’s right wrist. “Just making sure it’s strong enough,” Brendon said. He walked around the bed to check the other, then both of the restraints wrapped around Ryan’s ankles.
“Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you?” Brendon asked, sitting down next to Ryan, hand cool on Ryan’s skin. But then again, Ryan’s skin was cool too. There used to be a time when his skin ran hot, but that time had passed.
Ryan didn’t answer. Didn’t know if he was allowed to, so he just tilted his chin up, letting Brendon know that he was listening.
Brendon smiled, obviously pleased that Ryan didn’t break the rules and speak. “The first time I saw you I thought that you were so fragile. I thought that the world was too rough and harsh for you and that you would crumble.”
Brendon watched amused as Ryan’s eyes flashed. He knew that it was probably hard for Ryan to remain quiet. He knew how much Ryan wanted to bitch Brendon out. Brendon loved that fire.
“You came with me so easily,” Brendon recalled. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked a generous line, making sure to keep eye contact with Ryan as he wrapped his hand around the base of Ryan’s cock, causing Ryan to let out something that sounded like a muffled groan. “I guess you’ve always been a whore for me.”
Ryan shot Brendon a look, but that didn’t stop his hips from snapping up, from seeking the friction of Brendon’s hand dragging tight across him.
“And then we fucked,” Brendon said, twisting his hand on the up stroke. “You begged for me to fuck you.” There was a whine now coming from Ryan, but it died as Brendon squeezed tighter. “And you took me so good. Fuck, you were so hot. So tight around me.”
The memory of that was overwhelming. Remembering Ryan as a human. So trusting, so needy. So desperate for Brendon.
Brendon shifted closer to Ryan, letting the other vampire feel him hard against his leg. “Want to know why I turned you?”
His hand was still moving quickly over Ryan’s cock, but through the muffled moans, Ryan managed to nod his head.
“It wasn’t because you were a good fuck,” Brendon said, speeding up his hand. “Though you were.” He leaned over quickly and licked a line across the head of Ryan’s cock. “You are,” he corrected. “But that wasn’t it.”
Brendon took his hand off of Ryan, grinning at the whine that escaped Ryan’s mouth. He situated himself between Ryan’s legs, locking eyes as he drew two fingers into his mouth, wetting them. “Do you know what happens to the human body when they fuck?” Brendon traced one finger around the tight stretch of skin of Ryan’s entrance.
He pushed one finger in slowly, starting a dragging rhythm. “Their heart beats so fast. So fast, Ryan.” He pushed in another finger. “You wouldn’t believe how much of a turn on that is. And you?” He twisted his fingers. Ryan surged up. “Your heart was so fast. Out of control almost. I could hear it stutter each time I pushed into you.”
Ryan was panting beneath him. He didn’t need to breathe, didn’t need the inhale and exhale, but his chest was heaving, letting Brendon know just how far gone Ryan really was.
“You’re being so good, Ryan,” Brendon murmured. “So good.”
He pulled his fingers out and quickly made a grab for Ryan’s wrists, hoping that his grip was hard enough to cause that beautiful flush of purple later. Brendon settled himself overtop of Ryan, their cold skin fitting together, their hard cocks lining up perfectly.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Brendon asked. He jerked his hips, grinning as Ryan’s hips arched up to keep the friction there. Ryan remained quiet, only permitting little sighs and moans to escape.
“Ryan,” Brendon said again, growled. “Answer me. I want to hear you.” He ground his hips down, using his hard grip on Ryan’s wrists to anchor himself. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Ryan bucked up. “Yes. Fuck, Brendon.” His voice was raw and deep and fucking dripping with need.
“Needy little slut,” Brendon said, jokingly, but he tilted Ryan’s hips up and pushed in, watching as Ryan’ threw his neck back. In a blink of an eye, Brendon’s lips were latched against the pale column of Ryan’s neck, a place that used to hold the soft beat of a pulse.
“Yes, fuck, fine!” Ryan moaned out. “I don’t fucking care, Brendon! You tied me to a fucking bed for six fucking hours and all that I could think about the entire time was this!” He lifted his hips up as Brendon pounded in, causing a moan to break from both of them.
Brendon licked at Ryan’s neck, ignoring his words as he fucked Ryan hard, pounded into him. He could taste the tiniest hint of the blood beneath Ryan’s skin, borrowed blood, and he didn’t waste any time in biting down, letting the blood flood his mouth.
Ryan groaned, twisting his neck, giving Brendon more room, and Brendon’s cock jerked deep inside Ryan at that sign of submission. Brendon let his fangs subside and he licked over the wound, loving that he could mark Ryan. Loving that only he could mark Ryan.
He crashed his mouth down over Ryan’s, licking into Ryan’s mouth, passing along the blood. He bit harshly at Ryan as they kissed, but Ryan bit back just as intensely, nicking Brendon’s lip, lapping the little bit of blood that pooled there.
Brendon’s eyes were dark as he kissed Ryan, moving back to take in Ryan’s blown expression - his wet, red mouth.
“Mine,” Brendon whispered fiercely, pounding into Ryan. “Mine,” he echoed, changing the angle of his hips, causing Ryan to produce a startled yelp.
Brendon reached down and grabbed Ryan’s thigh. He pulled hard, thrusts speeding up as the restraint snapped and Ryan curled that one free leg around Brendon’s hip, using his calf to push Brendon in deeper.
Brendon’s pace didn’t slow down as he drove into Ryan. He kept his hands gripped tight on Ryan’s wrists and rolled his hips as he fucked Ryan hard down onto the mattress.
“William said that I need to teach you a lesson,” Brendon growled as he snapped his hips. “He doesn’t think that you’re worth it. He thinks that you’re going to be a liability.” His hands tightened, causing Ryan to whine. “But I am not letting him take you away from me. You’re mine.”
“Yes,” Ryan promised, hips working in rhythm with Brendon’s. “Brendon, please,” he cried, eyes desperate, mouth still red, reminding Brendon of their bond - of what they shared. “Get me off, please.”
Brendon nodded and let one hand unclench its hold on Ryan’s wrist. A jolt of possessive pleasure ran through him as he saw that already there was a hint of a bruise blooming across Ryan’s skin.
He wrapped his hand around Ryan’s cock, already leaking, and let Ryan thrust into the tight hold as he continued to fuck him.
It didn’t take Ryan long, only a couple of frantic thrusts and he was coming all over Brendon’s hand. “Fuck,” Ryan groaned as his body jolted.
Brendon thrust his wet hand in front of Ryan’s mouth. “Clean up your mess,” he ordered, keeping an easy rhythm, made up of forceful thrusts in and out, as he watched Ryan lick up his own come, sucking Brendon’s fingers into his mouth, humming at the taste of himself on his tongue.
“Good boy,” Brendon praised. He pulled his fingers out of Ryan’s mouth and once again gripped around his wrist, not holding back at all as he pounded into Ryan, letting the feel of Ryan overwhelm him until he came hard, jerking into Ryan, pulling him closer to himself.
He carefully pulled himself off of Ryan and untied his other ankle, rubbing soothing circles into the red skin. Brendon then unlocked each of the handcuffs, kissing the marks and cuts.
Brendon joined Ryan once again on the bed, still holding Ryan’s one wrist in his hand. He brought it to his mouth and let his tongue flicker over the missing pulse.
“You can’t go causing any more scenes,” Brendon said. “William won’t stand for it.”
Ryan didn’t respond.
“Ryan, I mean it. William doesn’t want to deal with shit like that.” Brendon’s lips dragged across the bruised skin of Ryan’s wrist. “He’ll take you away from me if you continue being a show off. He’ll kill you.”
Brendon could practically hear the pleading tone in his voice, but at that moment he didn’t care. All he cared about was Ryan’s eyes soft on his own.
“Okay,” Ryan said, voice quiet. “I’ll try to be more subtle.” He gave a tiny grin. “For now.”
Brendon pulled Ryan close to him, their chests fitting perfectly together as Ryan leaned against him. Brendon placed a soft kiss on Ryan’s neck, a trail of kisses leading up until Ryan’s tongue met his own, playing out a lazy dance.
Ryan pulled back. “You never told me why you turned me,” he said. His hand was rubbing circles against Brendon’s back. “Will you tell me now?”
“I think you already know,” Brendon admitted, leaning forward to bring their lips together again.
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