Happy Holidays, padasmeckles!
Recipient: padasmeckles
Author: emo_dj_steph
Title: If I Was Your Vampire
Characters: Nick, Joe, very slight Denise, Kevin
Pairings: Nick/Joe
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount:10,246
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Vampires, some bloodplay
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't make any money from this
A/N: Un-beta'd and pretty rough so apologies for any and all mistakes. I'm really unhappy with how this turned out but I hope you enjoy anyway. Title from 'If I Was Your Vampire' by Marilyn Manson
Summary: When Nick gets turned into a vampire, he has to deal with finding a way to survive now on a blood-only diet. Joe offers to help like the loving brother he is.
The Request: Vampires. But not the stupid Twilight kind, I mean like, bloody gutsy vampires.
Blood had been an issue for Nick ever since he was first diagnosed with diabetes. His own blood that was trying to destroy him, poison him from the inside out. Blood that needed to be checked a dozen times a day. Blood that, if left alone, would kill him. With the help of a few very good doctors though, he learned how to control the disease and manage it. He refused to let it stop him from doing what he loved - creating music.
When Nick was bitten and turned, everything was once again all about blood. It was all he could think about, smell, hear, crave to taste. Blood was no long poison - it was life. And it was no longer his blood always on his mind but everyone else’s. Unfortunately, this time doctors couldn’t help him manage his condition. How could he ever explain why his heart no longer beat, his eyes turned red and his canines lengthened to razor sharp points whenever he was hungry or angry or turned on and not to mention the biggest change of all; his new unrelenting desire to drink blood.
It wasn’t long before his family found out, despite his fear of their reactions. A newborn vampire in a 17 year old boy’s body wasn’t exactly discrete about anything. Like when Nick first started to go through puberty and he’s start popping boners left and right, his fangs were beginning to drop when he caught the whiff of a girl’s perfume or he got too close to someone and their heartbeat was all he could hear. Usually he’d run off and managed to hide before anyone saw his eyes or his fangs but he was bound to get caught sooner or later with the way their family lived in each other’s pockets. Everyone shrunk away in fear when they first saw Nick’s monstrous features but Joe was the first to find enough courage to step towards Nick and touch his shoulder reassuringly and say ‘you’re still my brother’.
Nick cried after his first kill - an elderly man out at the park at night. Nick was latched onto the man’s neck as he desperately sucked down the warm blood until eventually he was cradling a limp corpse. He stayed hidden in the dark on his knees, clutching the first dead body he’d ever seen and wept like a small child for the life he’d just ended. Afterward, he went back to the hotel and collapsed by his door, crying again before finally heading inside. Joe was already there, looking wrecked with worry.
“Nicholas!” he exclaimed, reaching out to grab his brother. Blood was smeared all over his face and hands, the red so dark against his pale skin. “Nicky?”
Nick looked up at Joe with eyes that had one been warm and brown, but were now wild and blood red. Joe gasped, taken back by fear and Nick began crying all over again. Joe shook off his fear seeing his younger brother cry and held him, trying to soothe him. Sure Nick looked like a monster with those eyes, covered in blood but curled up and crying, he still just looked like Nick - Joe’s baby brother he’s promised to protect no matter what.
Joe helped Nick wash up, get rid of his bloody clothes and laid in bed with him. At first Nick struggled, terrified he’d hurt Joe the same way he’d hurt the old man but as the blood coursed through him, he slowly began to feel more in control over the monstrous appetite inside him. He could let Joe hold him without feeling the need to jump on him and bite. Joe deemed this as a victory and held him close, Nick’s skin freezing despite the hot shower he’d just taken.
It took a while for the family to figure everything out and begin thinking of ways around all the new challenges they were faced with. They had to cancel the tour since Nick slept during the day, terrified of finding out what the sun would actually do to him. The main concern was what Nick was going to eat. He couldn’t eat regular food without immediately getting sick so it seemed his diet was going to have to be blood only. That then rose the issue of where he would get the blood.
They tried a collected cupful of cow’s blood, gathered from the caterers and Nick grimaced the entire time he gulped it down, pinching his nose shut. Joe watched with curious, amused eyes, eager to find a way to help Nick and amused that despite everything, Nick was still his Nick - just paler, cold to the touch and had fangs. Oh yeah and he was drinking cow’s blood.
The cow’s blood turned out to be enough to take the edge off, like a snack to hold you over until dinner time but it wasn’t enough. So the search continued.
One good thing to come from all this, Joe point out one night, was that at least Nick wasn’t diabetic anymore. No more checking his blood sugar levels up to thirteen times a day. No more insulin, no more insulin pumps no more needles and no more doctors.
In response, Nick just rolled his eyes and dropped his fangs - he’d managed to get the hang of controlling them and bared them at Joe whenever he was bugging him, just like the way he used to stick his tongue out at him when they were younger.
“Yeah, you’re right. At lease I’m not diabetic anymore,” he said sarcastically and punched Joe on the arm. The older boy winced and rubbed the sore spot. Nick’s strength was inhuman now and he had the bad habit of forgetting it.
Nick continued writing music, finding that he could practically see the notes floating in the air as he played or sang them. It was amazing. He tried to explain it to Joe one night but despite trying, Joe couldn’t picture what Nick was describing. He was getting antsy to start performing again, getting back out there on with band. Nick looked like himself for the most part, just paler. His eyes only turned red now when he was really hungry or feeding and it was the same with his fangs except he’d taken to dropping them and growling in warning when he was agitated. Embarrassingly enough though, his fangs also liked to drop when he was turned on - something he wasn’t happy to find out. The first time Joe spotted Nick’s fangs dropping was while they were watching a movie and a sex scene came on and he fell out of the bed laughing.
“They’re like two little boners but right on your face!” He wailed, clutching his stomach as he laughed so hard, tears slid down his cheeks. Nick scowled and dove off the bed at his brother, nipping at his finger, causing him to yelp.
The first time Joe offered to let Nick bite him, Nick nearly broke his collarbone pushing him away. His eyes turned fiery red but Joe looked at him defiantly, back pressed against the wall, rubbing his sore shoulder.
“No,” Nick growled but Joe refused to looked away in fear.
“Come on Nicky-“ That earned him another growl. “You can’t live off cow blood and if you want to go back to doing shows, you have to eat.” It almost reminded Nick of how Joe used to fuss over him about his blood sugar when he was first diagnosed.
“No, Joe. It’s not going to happen,” Nick snarled. He turned away but Joe grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn around. Nick’s lip curled up and Joe shivered when he could see his bother’s fangs.
“Why not?” Joe asked.
“Because it’s a stupid idea, Joseph,” Nick growled, shaking off Joe’s hand.
“Tell me why, Nicholas.”
“Because I could kill you!” Nick shouted, eyes blazing red and shiny like he was about to cry. “The last tie I bit someone, I killed him. Once his blood touched my tongue, I couldn’t control myself, I wasn’t me anymore. I can’t lose that kind of control with you. I can’t risk hurting you!”
Joe didn’t shrink away, just stood there and let Nick scream at him. “We can figure it out. We can have someone there that can pull you off if you’re losing control,” Joe said.
Nick laughed bitterly and shook his head. “Who’s strong enough, huh Joe? I can pin Big Rob down with one hand.”
“Okay, a bunch of people. The whole security team. Whatever it takes to keep me safe. I want to do this,” Joe said firmly.
“Why?” Nick asked miserably. Did Joe have a death wish or something?
“Because…. You need blood and you can’t go around biting people.” Joe stepped closer and put his hand on Nick’s neck, his fingers brushing Nick’s curls. “Because I want to help take care of you.”
Nick sighed. Stupid Joe and his pleading, bright eyes. He could practically taste the love coming off his brother. He leaned into the touch.
“I swear, if I hurt you, I’ll kill you,” Nick grumbled. Joe grinned.
“I thought the point was to not kill me.” He winced when Nick punched his arm and he knew he’d be waking up with a bruise the next morning.
Their parents were just as against the idea as Nick and it took two hours of explaining and reasoning that Nick was going to need human blood and the only way he didn’t have to go out and bite random people.
The first time they did it, it was in a room filled with five large security men, Big Rob, Kevin and their parents. Nick didn’t get stage fright anymore but with everyone standing around him and Joe like this, he was nervous.
Joe was nervous too - or excited, he wasn’t sure which. Either way, Nick could hear Joe’s heartbeat quicken. He was sitting in a hotel chair and Nick was standing, hovering by his side. Joe lifted his hand, offering his wrist to his younger brother, who took his hand and lifted it so his wrist was under his nose. He inhaled and the scent of Joe’s blood filled his nose as the sound of his heartbeat filled his ears. His fangs dropped and he saw Joe shiver.
“Last chance to back out, bro,” Nick said in a low tone and suddenly it felt like they were the only two in the room. Joe shook his head.
“Bon appétit,” he smirked and Nick rolled his eyes.
“I hate you,” Nick said. He opened his mouth and lowered his head, holding Joe’s wrist. He could hear Joe’s blood pumping so loud, it was all he could hear. His body shook as pure, animalistic need took over and he sunk his fangs in deep, piercing Joe’s skin.
Joe let out a small cry, surprised at how much it stung and all the security guards stepped forward. He brought up his other hand, stopping them. He watched as Nick’s mouth worked, latched onto his wrist as he drank deeply. Nick’s cheeks hollowed with each powerful suction, his tongue swiping over Joe’s skin every now and then to make sure he didn’t miss a drop.
Joe’s body began to tingle and he was starting to feel warm. Nick’s hands holding his arm were freezing but his lips were burning hot were they were latched onto him. The pain was Nick’s bite was long gone and now the sucking was just starting to feel good. Really good.
The room watched anxiously but neither Joe or Nick noticed - it was as though they’d somehow transported into their own world. Joe was hyper aware of how good this felt and how his body was reacting, all the tingling going straight down towards his cock. It began to swell to life despite being surrounded by a circle of people.
Joe spent what felt like an eternity floating, encased in warm pleasure Nick was giving him and he felt lighter and lighter. So light in fact that he was start to float away. Further and further away, the voices calling his name fading until he couldn’t hear them anymore. He happily let himself float away into the darkness.
“Joe! Wake up!”
Joe groaned as he was shaken awake and tried to move away from the shouting. “Wha-wha’ happened?” The question came out in a small voice he almost didn’t recognize as his own. Why did he feel so weak?
“Joe! Thank god you’re okay!” Joe blinked his eyes eye and saw Kevin hovering over him. “You scared us all.”
“M’thirsty,” Joe said, licking his dry lips. Kevin disappeared for a second and soon his mom appeared with a glass of water. When Joe slowly sat up, he realized that he was laying down. “What happened?” he asked again, gulping down the water.
“You passed out,” Denise said softly, smoothing his hair away his face. “We told Nick to stop but it was like he couldn’t hear us. It took all the guards to pull him off you.” Joe sat up some more but she stopped him. “You lost a lot of blood, you’ve got an IV in to give you fluids.”
Joe shivered. The whole thing sounded so grizzly coming out of his mom’s mouth. All he could remember was feeling connected to Nick in a way he never felt before and never wanting it to end.
“How’s Nick?” he asked suddenly, looking around. He was laying down in one of their rooms and Kevin was hovering by the foot of his bed but the room was empty otherwise.
“He took off,” Denise said sadly, shaking her head. “We don’t know where is he is.”
Joe frowned deeply and tugged the comforter over his lap higher. “Find him.”
After it took all six guards to pull him off Joe, it took Nick a few moments before he stopped snarling and trying to get back to his brother. The marks on his wrist were still open and he could smell his blood, sweet and over powering. He fought as he was dragged out of the room but eventually his mind started to clear and he realized what happened. He took off running and disappeared into the dark, his body thrumming with a power he hadn't felt since after he'd fed on the old man in the park. Everything was buzzing with power and life and Joe. He could still taste his blood on his tongue and he could practically feel Joe coursing through him. However, the image of Joe slumped forward in his seat, brown eyes slipped shut haunted him and he was terrified he'd killed him.
He continued running, afraid of going back and facing what he'd done. After a couple of hours, his phone went off in his pocket and he stopped to check his messages. A text message from his mom reading, 'He's okay and asking for you' blinked open on the little, bright screen. Immediately, Nick ran back to the hotel, not knowing where he had ran to or how he knew his way back but all he had to do was think of Joe and he knew exactly which direction to go. It took him barely more than a minute before he was inside the hotel and outside Joe's room, slowly opening the door. Denise and Kevin looked up when they heard the door and Nick hated that he could see the fear on both their faces.
"Hello," he said quietly.
"Hey bro, where'd ya go?" Joe said, his voice still weak and Nick shivered. His eyes trailed over the IV needle, looking at the damage he’d done. Pale and hooked up to an IV, looking like he didn't have the strength to sit up on his own and it was all Nick's fault. He'd lost control and didn't know when to stop drinking.
"And yeah, I know it rhymed. Don't put it in a song," he said with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood. Noticing the way Nick was hesitating by the door, he turned to Denise and Kevin. "You guys don't have to watch over us."
Denise looked at Joe for a moment before nodding, getting up. "We'll just be outside then," she said. "Come on, Kevin." Kevin looked worriedly between his younger brothers before nodding, following their mother out of the room. Joe watched them go but only spoke once the door clicked shut.
"Alone at last," he joked - all he had was his humor to deal with the tension. "Are you okay?" he asked, big brother mode kicking in, forgetting that he was the one that had fluids trickling into his system through a needle in his arm.
Nick felt a surge of anger at Joe's worry, not understanding why he was worried about him. "I’m fine,” he said curtly. “Question is, how are you?"
"Breathing. I'm fine," Joe said with a shrug, reaching for the glass of water by his bed but he really wanted juice. He downed the glass with a few big gulps and set it back down. Nick watched Joe drink his water and while he couldn't exactly hear Joe's thoughts, he had the sudden feeling that Joe wanted juice instead. It wasn't completely weird for him to know when Joe wanted something without him having said it, but this time was different.
"You can come closer, I'm not gonna bite," Joe said once he realized Nick was watching him. Nick rolled his eyes and took a single step into the room.
"Don't be stupid," he said. "Are you sure you're fine? I left after they pulled me off you."
"I passed out before they pulled you off me, I guess, so I don’t remember what happened. But hey - I'm alive!" he said, grinning. Nick headed over to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of juice, listening. "That’s all that matters. Think about it, this could work!"
Nick spun around and narrowed his eyes, his upper lip curling in a snarl. "This could work?" he repeated. "What makes you think this could work? I almost killed you!"
Joe jumped a little at the snarl, caught off guard and shook his head. "Well, let’s see, I'm still here… You know you took too much... So we just.. practice. Like anything else, we practice 'till we get it right."
"I didn't know I took too much until they dragged me out of the room," Nick said, his voice dropping low. "I had no control over myself. We can't risk this again. I'm not risking your life again. We'll figure something else out," he said, walking over to the bed and handed him the bottle of juice. Joe took the bottle without question, cracked it open and downed half it with a satisfied sigh.
"Sit, please. Let's talk about this," he whispered, his eyes pleading. What he couldn't tell Nick was the euphoria he felt all over when Nick was drinking from him. It was indescribable. Watching him drink, Nick he felt a strange warmth inside him he'd never felt before. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the warmth grew, spreading throughout him and he realized what it was - Joe's blood. Joe's blood inside Nick recognized he was close to his brother and it was making everything inside him feel… wonderful. He sighed and reached over to take Joe's hand, turning it over to look at his wrist. Two small puncture marks, slowly healing were all that were left.
"Did it hurt?"
The touch made Joe shiver, Nick's hands were like ice. He curled his fingers around Nick's and nodded. "Yea.. but.. " he said and stopped himself, biting his lip. "But it didn't all hurt."
Nick lifted his eyes from Joe's wrist to his eyes, gazing at him intently. "All?" he asked. "What else did it feel like to you?"
"Tingled," he whispered, remembering the way all of his nerve endings felt like sparklers under his skin. Nick nodded slowly, not realizing he was still holding Joe's wrist.
"That's better than it hurting," he whispered, his thumb brushing over one of the little puncture wounds. Joe gasped and watched Nick's thumb, it felt more like he was stroking his soul.
"Yeah.. much better," he agreed quietly, cheeks flushed as he lowered his gaze to look at Nick’s hand holding his wrist. Nick followed Joe's gaze and he noticed what he was doing. His thumb stilled but he didn't let go.
"Things feel different now, don't they." It was more of a quiet statement rather than a question.
"Yeah, they do… Why?" Joe asked. Nick being this close was invigorating and his touch was so cold, it excited his nerve endings. He felt himself starting to get hard inside his jeans and shifted in an attempt to hide his growing bulge. The shifting was something that normally wouldn't have caught Nick's attention but now he was hyper aware to everything Joe. He swallowed thickly and shrugged, shaking his head.
"I don't know. Because of the blood, obviously, I just don't know what exactly is different or if it's normal or… anything. I don't know anything," he sighed.
"Gotta get you a manual or something," Joe joked and looked down at their hands again. He and Nick were always close but something changed and he didn't know how or why. An image of curling up in Nick's arms and being safe suddenly came to mind.
"Yeah, that'd be helpful. Vampires For Dummies," Nick chuckled. Suddenly, an image of them curling up together popped into his head and somehow he knew it was another one of Joe's thoughts and without saying anything, he climbed into the bed. Mindful of the IV, he laid out by Joe's other side, wrapping his arm around his brother's shoulders. "It's weird… isn't it?" he asked softly. "How much is different, I mean."
Joe curled into Nick and sighed softly, his body relaxing entirely. "Really weird. And are you.. reading.. my thoughts?" He said and looked up at Nick. The corner of Nick's mouth twitched and he shook his head.
"No, I'm not. I just get these… flashes of thoughts and I know they're yours. Like how I knew you wanted juice before," he said. "I guess that's the blood too, that never happened before. You think this happens with anyone's blood I would drink?"
“If you don’t kill them,” Joe suggested. "Maybe. We don't have the manual, remember?" he chuckled softly.
"Right… that pesky manual," Nick said, rolling his eyes. "Really gotta find that. I don't think I want this to happen with other people. It's… it's too much to share with other people."
Joe kept looking at Nick and he nodded. "I... yeah... " he said. "It’d be hard on you to have all these other people's thoughts."
"Yeah, it would," he agreed. "But it's not like I know all your thoughts, just… whichever ones end up in my head." It wasn't the thoughts he didn't want - he always felt the idea of reading people's thoughts would've been cool - but the draw he felt to Joe, so much stronger than ever before, he didn't want to feel this towards anyone else.
"Is it okay that I'm a little freaked out but not enough to move away?" Joe asked, still curled up against Nick, looking at him with wide, trusting eyes. Nick sighed and nodded, giving his shoulders a squeeze.
"It's okay, I'm kind of freaking out too. Maybe it'll wear off?"
"Not so sure I want it to," he replied, without thinking. His mind was an open book for Nick to read, at least whenever he saw his thought and he didn't to close it. He lowered his head to the younger boy's chest and closed his eyes, feeling as safe as he ever had in his entire life.
Joe was starting to feel like himself again in no time. He had been getting stronger every day in a way he’d never felt before - he worked out harder than before but didn't sweat as much or get as tired as quickly. It was like he suddenly had extra energy and strength. When he wasn't with Nick, he missed him. He was on the treadmill, running longer than he had before when he had an image of Nick in the doorway and wished the boy was really there, he wanted to see him. He started to whisper the other's name with each footfall on the treadmill belt.
Nick was in his room, going over the papers his dad handed him - a list of venues that were willing to hold night-only performances for the band. As he was just getting the the D's, he suddenly had an image of standing by a door, watching Joe running come to mind. Shortly after, he heard Joe whispering to him, the soft words rising above the sound of Joe's heartbeat, the pound of his sneakers hitting the belt. He set his papers down and headed down to the gym, lit bright and empty save for one person. He smiled and leaned against the doorway, watching his brother. It wasn’t long before Joe spotted Nick right where he’d pictured him and smiled wide.
"I love how that works," he whispered, powering down the machine and got off, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. As he walked towards Nick, his quickened heart pounded loud in Nick’s ears. "Hey," he whispered.
Nick rolled his eyes but his lips were curved upward. "I'm sure it's fun for you to have me at your beck and call," he said sarcastically. He took a step into the gym as Joe climbed off the machine, inhaling Joe's scent, so strong. "Hey," he said, softly and returned the smile. "How are you?"
"Good. Amazing actually," he said with a nod, face flushed and skin slick with sweat. "What’ve you been up to?" he asked as he grabbed his bottle of water and tilting his head back to drink, a few drops of the liquid sliding down his neck.
"Looking at places that are willing to have us perform at night," Nick replied. He watched Joe's throat as he drank his water and he imagined his own throat working that way as he drank Joe's blood and he felt his fangs slowly slipping out. Joe finished drinking and wiped his mouth with the towel. He spotted the fangs and smiled, no longer afraid.
"Yeah? How's that going?" he asked, his voice a little deeper and softer then usual. Another image came to mind but this time of kissing Nick and his smile faded a little and he blinked, surprised. The idea of what those fangs would feel like against his tongue burned itself into his brain. Nick ran his tongue over his fangs, embarrassed when Joe spotted them.
"It's going well, plenty of places are willing to work with us," he said. He made sure to try and cover his fangs with his lips as he spoke. He was about to apologize for his fangs having a mind of their own before he suddenly had the image of kissing Joe and he looked at him with a bit of surprise. He was surprised that he didn't feel disgusted when the image popped into his head, just curious really. Joe blushed horribly and turned away, pretending to pick up... something.. or... tie his shoe - yeah THAT was it. He propped his foot up on a bench and pretended to tie it. "Oh good.. good," he said and took a deep breath. "Um... I think I’m ready to try again."
Nick saw Joe's blush before he turned away and smiled slightly. "Try what again?" he asked, still thinking about kissing Joe. Without realizing it, his lip curled up, showing off his fangs as he thought about it.
"You know, you... drinking... I mean…" He lifted his wrist and tapped the spot Nick had bitten before, the two little puncture marks healed but the area still red, mostly from Joe running his own thumb over the area constantly.
"Oh," Nick said, surprised as his eyes landed on Joe's wrist, seeing the marks he'd left. "That. Joe," he sighed. "It's too dangerous. I can't risk losing you again."
"But you didn't lose me," he said, looking into Nick's eyes and suddenly wondered when Nick got as tall as him? He felt his heart pick up speed again. "I’m right here," he said, his voice softer.
Joe's heartbeat grew louder in Nick’s ears as he stepped closer to Joe. "Yeah, I can see that," he nodded. "I don't get how you could be unafraid of it."
Joe shook his head a little and shrugged. "I dunno. I trust you,” he said simply, unable to look away from his little brother.
"How? I don't trust me," Nick said softly, continuing forward until the toes of their shoes almost kissed. "It feels like I don't have control when I'm around you," he admitted. It was Joe's turn to inhale Nick but the scent was cold, crisp and clean - like he was taking in a lungful of winter morning air.
"I dunno," he whispered. "When did you get... tall?" He asked stupidly but he was rooted to the spot. Nick smiled a little at the question.
"A while ago," he said, his tone teasing. "We're talking about me drinking your blood again and you're worried about me not being shorter than you anymore?"
"You're still shorter," Joe said without missing a beat but found he couldn’t take a step back. His heart pounded in his chest and his breathing grew heavier - god he wanted that kiss.
"You wish," Nick breathed. He could see the thought of them kissing still, unsure of whether it was his or Joe's anymore. He ran his tongue over his fangs and looked at Joe's lips for a moment. Then suddenly, Joe dropped his towel and took Nick’s face in his hands, his skin icy under his touch. He closed his eyes and leaned in close, pressing their lips together. He felt a hint of the fangs press against his own lips and just... smiled. Nick made a surprised sound when Joe's lips pressed against his but almost immediately relaxed into it. He had no idea he'd be this okay with the idea of kissing his own brother. He could feel Joe's soft lip press against his fangs, feeling the faint beat of his pulse. Trembling, he forced himself not to bite down. Joe made a soft noise in his throat as he slid his hands to the boy’s neck. He felt the press of those fangs and he wanted Nick to bite him - he craved it. He broke the kiss, his eyes shining bright and panting.
"You want to bite me, don’t you?”
Joe's skin felt burning hot, pressed against his neck like that. His eyes slowly opened when the kiss broke but they quickly focused once Joe spoke. "Yeah," he said immediately. "I do."
"Want you to. I trust you," he said, then kissed him again before Nick had a chance to say anything. Nick wrapped his hand around Joe's arm, fingers curling around hard muscle when he was kissed again. He pressed his lips against Joe's, rubbing his fangs against him until he could feel his control starting to slip away. He pulled back, catching his breath and Joe all but whined at the separation.
"I don't trust me," Nick murmured. "We need to bring the security guards in."
"And have them watch us... like this?" he asked. The kiss excited him, igniting a flame inside him and his excitement was evident against Nick’s thigh. "Nicky... we can't have anyone watch us," he whispered.
"But how will I know when to stop?" Nick asked, his voice strained. "I need someone to stop me when I can't stop myself."
"You’re gonna have to learn to stop yourself sometime, right?" Joe countered, sliding a hand into Nick’s curls. "You really want people to see this?"
"No, of course not," Nick said, shaking his head. "But… it's so risky. I don't think I can do it. Not when your blood tastes so good…. You have no idea how good you taste. It's too good." His thirst continued to grow as they spoke, hoping he could keep his urges under control if he tried to reason them away.
"Feels too good too," Joe said softly, his entire body begging Nick to bite him. "Please," he whispered.
Nick licked his lips, struggling with himself as he looked at Joe's face - cheeks flushed red, lips full and soft, and listened to the quite thump of his heartbeat. He looked at Joe's throat, his blood just under the skin, waiting for him. Joe was making it very difficult to put up a fight. He wrapped his arms around his brother's waist and sank his fangs into Joe's neck, unable to keep from moaning at the taste of his blood. Joe cried out and clung to his brother, his cock hard as a rock. The pain was quickly replaced by the euphoria he had been dreaming about since the last time they were like this.
Joe's blood gushed into Nick's mouth and he couldn't swallow it down fast enough. It was intoxicating and he couldn't think anymore, his animalistic instincts taking over. He could taste Joe, feel how his blood ran though him as he drank and feel his body getting stronger. One hand slid from Joe's back to the back of his head as his lips stayed attached to Joe's neck. Nick's fingers tightened in Joe's hair as he continued to drink Joe in, his tongue lapping over his little wounds. The world around him was a blur, the only thing he could focus on was the warm liquid on his tongue.
When Joe felt himself begin to float, he accepted it, feeling himself slip into that amazing dreamlike state. Then reality hit him and he realized he felt like he was floating because he was about to pass out. He pictured himself managing to shove Nick off him and the both of them coming out of this okay and prayed the image was getting through. On top of that, he screamed in his mind ‘Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP!’
Through the blurriness in Nick’s head, an image started to slowly come to focus. He tried to shift his attention to the image, trying to coax it to sharpen enough so he could understand.
"Stop… stop... stop... " Joe said as loud as he could muster but his voice was weak. He started to shove at Nick, trying to push him off even though he really never wanted this to end, he also wanted to live. "We can have more time if you slow down - we can... have more... if you take it easy," he managed to say. In his mind, he was still screaming ‘STOP!'
The image came pushing through the haze in Nick’s mind, persistent. With it came sounds that slowly got louder and more clear. Finally he understood Joe was telling him to stop. He was focused enough that he was able to freeze, no longer sucking on Joe's neck, forcing more blood to flow into his mouth. He struggled to bring himself back into his own head enough that he could pull his mouth off his brother's throat, slowly pulling back to look down at him, eyes blaring red, still bright with animalistic urgency.
Joe's knees buckled and he clung to Nick to keep from falling. Nick held him up when his knees buckled, staring down at him, breathing harshly as he struggled to reign himself in. The need in his eyes slowly faded, but the red remained. Joe looked at him and smiled weakly.
"You heard me," he whispered, lifting a hand to wipe the blood from his brother’s lips. Nick’s tongue darted out and licked the blood off Joe's fingertips. "Am I still bleeding?" He asked.
Nick dropped his eyes to Joe's neck, seeing the blood slowly trickling down his neck. He nodded and leaned down to swipe his tongue over his skin, cleaning the trail. "A little," he whispered, his voice thick and deeper than ever.
Joe smiled wider and managed steady himself, but still held onto Nick. "Was that.. enough?" he asked, his mind clearing as well. Nick fought harder to regain his control. He nodded, feeling his insides singing with power, fueled by Joe's blood.
"Yeah," he said, his voice still different. "Are you… okay?" he asked. He leaned down to lick the trail of blood escaping Joe's neck and then covered the two little wounds with his thumb, applying some careful pressure. Joe nodded and smiled, his head still spinning but he was better. Now that he didn’t have to worry about passing out, he realized another issue. His cock was painfully hard inside his gym shorts, desperate for release. He wanted to run off to the bathroom and jerk off but he stayed where he was, holding onto his brother.
As Nick slowly returned to himself, he could hear Joe's heartbeat fainter than it was before. He was hyperaware everything - the feel of Joe's wounds throbbing again his thumb, the way his eyes kept drifting as his brain spun, the feel of his erection pressing against his hip. He was hard as well, pressed snug against Joe's belly. Regaining the ability to think again, he began worrying.
"Sit, you must feel weak," he said softly, guiding him back towards the bench, suddenly aware they were still in the middle of the gym. "Do you need water?"
"A little but nothing like before," Joe said and let Nick lead him wherever he wanted. "And... juice. Maybe Gatorade," He asked and sat down with a sigh. Nick made sure Joe was safe on the bench before going to the mini fridge they kept fully stocked with drinks. Joe watched Nick and spotted the tenting in his jeans.
"You're... um… like.. uh... " He tried to say 'you're hard like me' but he couldn’t seem to get the words out. The connection between their minds felt completely open and Nick understood what he meant without having to hear the words.
"Yeah, I am," he said, grabbing a Gatorade and handed it to Joe, who took the bottle and opened it quick, drinking greedily. His throat worked quick to try and swallow it all, just like Nick’s must’ve been when he was drinking from him. The thought had Joe so hard he was squirming in his seat. Then another thought came to mind, an image of the two of them in bed... naked... having sex... Nick biting him here and there to keep them both turned on... for hours. He didn’t mean to think it but he did and there was no turning back. He looked at Nick and then looked away, ashamed.
Nick was trying to finally believe they'd manage to do this and he was able to actually stop in time. Joe's thought however, interrupted his own and he looked over at him quickly. He licked his lips, his fangs still bared, ready for action. "Not yet," he whispered. "Keep drinking. You need it."
The sound of the crowd cheering was deafening but faded to a tolerable roar as everyone headed off stage and to the back, wiping away sweat and grabbing bottles of water. Happy and exhausted, they all hugged each other, trading 'good show's before being ushered to the dressing rooms to change out of their stage clothes. Nick loved all the bustling movement around a show because he didn't have to slow down as much to match everyone's movements. He could zip through the crowd of people backstage and vanish into his dressing room only to emerge fully changed seconds later and no one seemed to notice.
When Joe and Kevin came out, they were all quickly ushered out the back and to the van so they could be brought back to the hotel. Nick listened to everyone's heartbeats, Kevin and Joe's both pounding harder with residual adrenaline from the show. He bumped his knee against Joe's. "Good show, you were really on tonight," he smiled.
"Thanks to you," Joe whispered. He had felt so in tune with Nick it was amazing - he fed off the boy’s talent and energy and it seemed they were more in sync than ever. He smiled at Nick and kept their knees pressed together.
Kevin was used to the bond Joe and Nick had that he'd never been a part of but since Nick started feeding off Joe, their dynamic changed so much he almost didn't recognize his younger brothers anymore. Most of the time they seemed like one person sharing two bodies, able to have conversations without ever saying a word and it creeped him out a little but they both seemed happy and the arrangement seemed to be working, so he kept his mouth shut.
"I'm just glad you agreed to start doing more flips in the show," Nick mused. It was almost unfair since he was able to do every flip masterfully now, landing every landing perfectly. Joe laughed a little and slumped in the seat the way he always did.
"I’m gonna start calling you Flipper. You stopped falling, congrats," Joe smirked and nudged Nick with his elbow, stealing any chance for contact he could. Nick rolled his eyes and nudged him back.
"Yeah, but you fall enough for the both of us, it's okay," he smirked.
"I don’t fall that much!" Joe laughed, nudging him again. "How are you feeling, by the way?" he asked, lowering his voice a little.
"I'm good. It's still weird not getting tired after a show," Nick said with a shrug.
"I am very jealous," Joe said with a yawn, then crossed his arms and rested his head on the back to seat, closing his eyes. "I need shower. And food. I need food. I’m thinking… a hamburger," he said to himself with a smile.
Nick had gotten used to how Joe's blood tasted differently depending on what he ate and he was particularly fond of when Joe ate red meat - it made his blood taste so much richer, metallic and heavy with protein. "A hamburger, huh? Maybe I'll have dinner tonight too in that case," he smirked.
Joe opened his eyes and slowly turned his head and smiled at his brother. "Maybe a steak… rare," he whispered, blushing a little. Choosing his meals felt almost like foreplay these days. Nick's fangs dropped a bit and he touched the sharp tip with his tongue, smirking now.
"That sounds like it'd be good," he agreed. Kevin looked between the two of them awkwardly and shook his head. When the van rolled to a stop, he cleared his throat and nudged them towards the door behind opened for them. Nick climbed out first and held his hand out for Joe without thinking. He took the offered hand instinctively and didn’t let go. All he wanted was to be alone with Nick as soon as possible.
Nick had picked up the habit of dragging Joe off to one of their hotel rooms, the two of them disappearing for the night and no one really questioned it anymore. Their parents insisted on having the guards around when Nick fed until they were all positive Nick had enough control over himself. It didn't stop them from hiding and practicing just the two of them though, stealing moments where they could treat it like an intimate at between lovers rather than just brothers.
He pulled Joe to the staircase rather than the elevator and tugged him onto his back, holding him tight as he ran up all 16 flights in a flash. Joe clung to Nick and closed his eyes, the wind fanning his hair out around his face. Before he had the chance to blink, Nick set him down on his feet again and pulled him towards his own room. Once on his feet, Joee wobbled a little, giggling. "Man, give a guy a warning next time will ya!?"
"Warnings take too much time," Nick dismissed, sliding the keycard into the slot and unlocked the door. He pushed it open and held it for Joe to walk in first.
"Can you get me a steak that fast too?" Joe asked with a smile, kicking off his shoes.
"I could but I doubt the kitchen would appreciate it. Besides, I figured you'll want to shower first,” Nick said, following him into the room and shut the door. Joe pulled off his socks, then his shirt, making the usual path of clothes on the way to the bathroom.
"Rare, baked potato and veggies - oh and tea, please?" he asked, finally down to just his boxers, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He didn’t even have to think to know that Nick would phone in his order for him. "Love ya bro," he winked before he stripped off his underwear and walked to the bathroom naked, leaving the door open.
Nick didn't pay attention to what Joe said, instead he just watched each inch of newly exposed skin but he didn't have to listen to know what Joe wanted him to order. He spotted the wink and smirked, not saying anything as Joe's boxers hit the ground and then he was gone. He shook his head to himself and picked up the hotel phone to place the order before getting up to clean up Joe's clothes. He folded the clothes and set them aside before grabbing Joe's keycard, letting himself into the other room to grab a pair of clean boxers, sleep pants and a t-shirt for him to wear. He was back in his room before Joe even finished lathering his hair and he took off his shoes, sitting down on his bed and waited for Joe and room service, imagining he was waiting to see who would turn up first but he knew Joe would.
When Joe got out of the shower, he dried himself off, his hair already beginning to curl and he tucked the towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom. He reached for his clean clothes and smiled. "You take such good care of me," he whispered.
Nick stretched out on his bed, laying on his back with his arms folded behind his head. He looked at Joe for a moment before shaking his head. "You're the one that takes good care of me," he said, his voice soft as well. "Taking care of you back is the least I can do."
Joe dropped the towel and pulled on the clothes Nick had gotten for him. "Yeah but taking care of me is actual work," he joked.
Nick smiled slightly, just watching him dress and shrugged a shoulder. "I don't mind it," he said simply. "House keeping is down the hall with your food," he added, hearing the sound of a metal cover clinking lightly against a plate as it was being carried closer to their room.
Joe listened but the sound only reached him when the person approached the door. He went to the door and opened it before they had a chance to knock, scaring the worker. He smiled wide and signed for the food, tipping well and took the tray to the table. He sat down, uncovered the food and started to eat. The smell of the nearly raw meat made Nick's lip curl back as his fangs dropped but he stayed on the bed, leaving Joe to eat.
"You scared the poor guy," he commented. "His heart skipped a beat."
"Yeah?" Joe said with a full mouth then kept chewing. He sipped his tea and shrugged, speaking after he swallowed. "Well, I’m starving!" He kept eating, he wanted to get himself as strong as possible for Nick and for himself to be able to handle what Nick needed from him.
Nick chuckled and nodded, arms still tucked behind his head. "I know, I can hear your stomach growling," he said. He ran his tongue over his fangs but didn't bother retracting them. He didn't have to hide who or what he was when he was with Joe.
Joe had to slow down to chew but soon he polished off half the plate. He sipped his tea then took a deep breath to calm himself but it didn’t work. He wanted to get to the good part of the night already. He bounced in his chair a little, his nerves and excitement not letting him calm down. Nick smiled to himself when he saw Joe bouncing in his seat, knowing what he was so antsy for.
"Make sure you chew your food," he playfully scolded. "I don't need you choking on your dinner."
"Haha, I can say the same to you," Joe joked even though it didn’t make much sense. He lifted a piece of the meat, looking over at Nick and licked the juice dripping down his fingers first, then slowly put the piece in his mouth and chewed. Nick laughed but the sound died off in his throat when he watched Joe tease him with the meat. There was a time when the sight would've set him into a fit of laughter and call his big brother a freak but now it just made him tingle with desire. His eyes slowly filled red, his gaze turning dark.
"Gotcha," Joe smirked after he swallowed, watching Nick’s desires slowly coming to the surface. He didn’t care how wrong any of this was, to him it was perfect. He continued to eat the rest of the meal the same way, teasingly slow with his fingers.
Nick watched as Joe continued to eat, slowly climbing off the bed. He moved across the room, his movement predatory, like he was stalking his prey - Joe. Joe watched him get closer and realized the game had changed and he was actually a little scared. Then suddenly, when Joe was holding his last piece of steak, Nick reached out and caught his brother's wrist, stopping him. He stared at Joe darkly before pulling the little piece of meat out of his fingers and held it to Joe's lips for him, still gripping his wrist. He looked at Nick, shaking a little as he obediently opened his mouth. Nick could see the change in Joe's eyes and smirked around his fangs, enjoying the slight tremor under Joe's skin. He slipped the meat into Joe's mouth when he opened it for him and keeping his gaze, he brought Joe's hand to his mouth, licking the juice with a hint of blood off Joe's fingers.
Joe chewed but was still trembling, scared yet excited. This was his brother after all, he knew Nick would never really hurt him. He swallowed hard and kept his eyes on Nick, taking in his eyes and fangs. The things that made him dangerous and almost made him question whether Nick would or wouldn’t hurt him.
Nick continued to lick the juices and blood off Joe's skin, sucking the bittersweet tastes until Joe's hand was clean. It wasn't that he wanted to scare his brother, but the way it caused his heart to beat faster made Nick dizzy with hunger. He grazed the tip of his fang over the pad of Joe's thumb before pressing down, puncturing the skin and moaned softly when he was rewarded with drops of blood landing on his tongue.
Joe hissed but watched intently. "That hurt," he whispered but he wasn’t protesting. Nick smoothed his tongue over the tiny wound as if to soothe it but then wrapped his lips around the tip of his thumb, sucking softly. Joe got painfully hard within seconds as he watched, rooted to the spot, looking from the boy’s mouth to his eyes. "Nicky... " he whispered, totally unable to move. Then finally he willed himself to lift his free hand to and stroke Nick's cheek gently, his brother's skin warming but only barely.
Nick could hear Joe's blood pumping, going down towards his cock but he continued to suck, drawing a small trickle from his thumb. Joe's hand felt burning hot on his cheek and he gave a final suck before letting go of his thumb. He licked the little red dot of blood that bubbled up and then smiled, fangs in full view.
"Yes, Joseph?" he purred.
Joe's mouth moved but no sound came out. Finally, he stood slowly with his hand still on Nick's cheek and he kissed him gently. No matter how good Nick felt he was at keeping his control, Joe always made him nervous he could lose it all in a matter of seconds. He didn't let go of his wrist as he kissed back, carefully letting his fangs graze Joe's lip.
Joe broke the kiss gently and looked into his younger brother’s eyes. "I’m ready," he whispered. Nick didn't say anything, just wrapped his arm around Joe's waist and guided him towards the bed. He laid him down and let his eyes roam over his brother - warm, hard, familiar and so human. Climbing onto the bed, he crawled over him, guiding Joe's head to the side with his fingers, exposing his neck. If he had his way, Joe's skin would be littered with little puncture marks but they already had to cover up the two marks that Nick kept reopening before they had a chance to fade with makeup whenever Joe had to go out in public. Thanks to his shower though, all the cover up was washed away and Nick ran his tongue over the two little marks - his marks.
"Yours," Joe sighed. Nick moaned at that and sunk his fangs into those tiny marks, running his hand down Joe's chest as he stated to drink. His hand trailed down the other's stomach, fingers sneaking under the elastic band of his boxers, any fear or apprehension that might've been there before all gone now. Once he found Joe's erection, he wrapped his hand around it, pumping slowly.
Nick knew now how long he could feed before Joe was in danger of losing too much blood and he pulled back soon, tongue slowly sliding over his skin to catch the blood that was sliding down. He pushed Joe's boxers down with his free hand, still stroking him slowly.
"I want you, Joe," Nick said throatily. Images of him thrusting deep inside Joe filled his mind and he knew Joe would be able to see them. Joe's eyes flew open and he looked up at Nick. He should have been repulsed, scared, shaking his head no and running away but they had gone this far and waited this long.
Nick felt Joe's nod more than he saw it and lifted his head to kiss him, knowing Joe could taste his own blood on his lips. He reached over to pull a little tube of lube he kept by the bed for when he was jerking off and poured some onto his fingers. Breaking the kiss, he sat back, letting his eyes roam over his brother's body, drinking in the sight before nudging his hip, silently telling him to roll over.
Joe was shaking again but this time with excitement. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rolling over onto his stomach. Nick had never done this before but he didn't feel nervous. He didn't know how he knew what to do but instinct was taking over. He slid his fingers between Joe's cheeks, finding his hole and began pushing his first finger in. As he slowly worked his way into Joe's body, he leaned down and licked the blood off Joe's neck.
When the blood slowly stopped flowing, Nick moved his lips to Joe's shoulder, kissing him there as he moved his finger around to let Joe get used to it before sliding a second finger in. He was met with resistance but he continued pushing in slowly.
"Bite me again," Joe whimpered, dropping his head to expose his neck again. He wasn’t sure if it was the blood loss, the fingers in his ass or the fact that it was Nick making him dizzy so decided it was all three and spread his legs wider.
Joe was so delicious spread out beneath him, pleading and needy that Nick was practically drooling. He sunk his fangs in where Joe's neck met his shoulder, drinking in his blood again as he curled his fingers inside Joe's ass.
"Oh god!" Joe cried out, lifting his hips out of instinct which of course drove Nick's fingers into him deeper. Nick sucked, swallowing the blood as it ran into his mouth. He started moving his fingers, thrusting them in and out knowing that very soon, that would be his cock moving in and out like that.
Joe caught that thought and nodded again. "Yeah… yeah... please..." He panted, his hips moving in time with Nick's fingers. He knew what Joe was begging for and nodded, lifting his head as a drop of blood rolled down his chin. He pulled his fingers out and in a flash, undressed, back on the bed before Joe could even blink. He grabbed the lube again and slicked himself up, lining his cock to Joe's ass and slowly began to push in. Bending forward, he bit Joe's shoulder again as he slowly sunk into him.
Nick was inside him in every way possible, Joe’s body entirely at the boy's mercy. He cried out at the invasion but forced himself to relax, gripping the covers with white knuckles.
It took every bit of control Nick possessed to keep from just slamming into the hot tightness wrapping around him, almost impossibly tight. He gripped his hips and moaned as he started to move, finding a perfect rhythm right away. He ran his tongue in long swipes over Joe's shoulder, lapping up the blood that tried to escape him as he fucked his brother. He could feel himself getting stronger and more powerful with each drop of blood that touched his tongue and he channeled that energy into making Joe feel good. He pulled Joe's hips up until he had no choice but to go up on his hands and knees and reached around to begin stroking Joe's neglected cock.
Joe cried out over and over, filling the room with his screams. He was lost in riding the amazing high, hazy and warm all around him. Once Nick's hand touched him, he was embarrassingly close to making a mess of the hotel comforter.
Amazing pressure was building inside Nick and even though he was the one inside Joe, he felt Joe filling him up. Joe's spirit, his energy, his thoughts, his pleasure - Nick was absorbing and sharing all of it. He knew Joe was close and he sucked any blood still escaping Joe's neck, his hips snapping forward.
It didn’t take long before Joe was screaming as he came, his body shuddering hard, hips bucking with each spike of the orgasm. He reached back and grabbed the back of Nick's head, pulling at his curls to hold him to his neck. When he finally began coming down, he felt dizzy and knew he was starting to fight passing out.
Nick held onto Joe easily, letting him buck all he wanted but he didn't let him move out from under him. He started to come as soon as Joe did and he wasn't even sure if it was his own orgasm or if he was just sharing Joe's but either way, pleasure pulsed through him in time with Joe's heartbeat. He stayed at Joe's shoulder, lips attached to his skin as they both rode out it out.
They stayed like this until Nick heard Joe's heartbeat slowing and he knew it was too much now. He pulled off Joe's shoulder, licking the wounds until they stopped bleeding and then slowly pulled out, easing Joe back onto the bed, rolling him over so he was face up. The red in his eyes slowly faded away as he leaned down to kiss Joe softly. "Love you, Joe," he whispered.
Joe's vision was blurry and he blinked a few times to clear it. "Love you too," he whispered, smiling. He reached for Nick, pulling him close and clung to him as best he could, too weak to really have much of a grip. "Wow… " he breathed, one arm slipping from around Nick and thudding on the bed. "Cold," he whispered.
"You lost more blood than usual," Nick said, his voice soft as he pushed up onto his elbow, looking down at Joe and smiled slightly. "I'll bring you something to drink, get some of your strength back up and we'll rest."
Joe gripped Nick as hard as he could. "Don’t leave me. Seriously," he said desperately, opening his eyes a little wider. He didn’t want to be separated from him, not even for a second. Nick frowned but nodded, not moving. Joe needed fluids but he couldn't leave, not even for the fraction of a section it'd take for him to grab the drinks, not when Joe was looking at him like that.
"Okay," he whispered, leaning down to kiss him gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”
-END-
Author: emo_dj_steph
Title: If I Was Your Vampire
Characters: Nick, Joe, very slight Denise, Kevin
Pairings: Nick/Joe
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount:10,246
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Vampires, some bloodplay
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't make any money from this
A/N: Un-beta'd and pretty rough so apologies for any and all mistakes. I'm really unhappy with how this turned out but I hope you enjoy anyway. Title from 'If I Was Your Vampire' by Marilyn Manson
Summary: When Nick gets turned into a vampire, he has to deal with finding a way to survive now on a blood-only diet. Joe offers to help like the loving brother he is.
The Request: Vampires. But not the stupid Twilight kind, I mean like, bloody gutsy vampires.
Blood had been an issue for Nick ever since he was first diagnosed with diabetes. His own blood that was trying to destroy him, poison him from the inside out. Blood that needed to be checked a dozen times a day. Blood that, if left alone, would kill him. With the help of a few very good doctors though, he learned how to control the disease and manage it. He refused to let it stop him from doing what he loved - creating music.
When Nick was bitten and turned, everything was once again all about blood. It was all he could think about, smell, hear, crave to taste. Blood was no long poison - it was life. And it was no longer his blood always on his mind but everyone else’s. Unfortunately, this time doctors couldn’t help him manage his condition. How could he ever explain why his heart no longer beat, his eyes turned red and his canines lengthened to razor sharp points whenever he was hungry or angry or turned on and not to mention the biggest change of all; his new unrelenting desire to drink blood.
It wasn’t long before his family found out, despite his fear of their reactions. A newborn vampire in a 17 year old boy’s body wasn’t exactly discrete about anything. Like when Nick first started to go through puberty and he’s start popping boners left and right, his fangs were beginning to drop when he caught the whiff of a girl’s perfume or he got too close to someone and their heartbeat was all he could hear. Usually he’d run off and managed to hide before anyone saw his eyes or his fangs but he was bound to get caught sooner or later with the way their family lived in each other’s pockets. Everyone shrunk away in fear when they first saw Nick’s monstrous features but Joe was the first to find enough courage to step towards Nick and touch his shoulder reassuringly and say ‘you’re still my brother’.
Nick cried after his first kill - an elderly man out at the park at night. Nick was latched onto the man’s neck as he desperately sucked down the warm blood until eventually he was cradling a limp corpse. He stayed hidden in the dark on his knees, clutching the first dead body he’d ever seen and wept like a small child for the life he’d just ended. Afterward, he went back to the hotel and collapsed by his door, crying again before finally heading inside. Joe was already there, looking wrecked with worry.
“Nicholas!” he exclaimed, reaching out to grab his brother. Blood was smeared all over his face and hands, the red so dark against his pale skin. “Nicky?”
Nick looked up at Joe with eyes that had one been warm and brown, but were now wild and blood red. Joe gasped, taken back by fear and Nick began crying all over again. Joe shook off his fear seeing his younger brother cry and held him, trying to soothe him. Sure Nick looked like a monster with those eyes, covered in blood but curled up and crying, he still just looked like Nick - Joe’s baby brother he’s promised to protect no matter what.
Joe helped Nick wash up, get rid of his bloody clothes and laid in bed with him. At first Nick struggled, terrified he’d hurt Joe the same way he’d hurt the old man but as the blood coursed through him, he slowly began to feel more in control over the monstrous appetite inside him. He could let Joe hold him without feeling the need to jump on him and bite. Joe deemed this as a victory and held him close, Nick’s skin freezing despite the hot shower he’d just taken.
It took a while for the family to figure everything out and begin thinking of ways around all the new challenges they were faced with. They had to cancel the tour since Nick slept during the day, terrified of finding out what the sun would actually do to him. The main concern was what Nick was going to eat. He couldn’t eat regular food without immediately getting sick so it seemed his diet was going to have to be blood only. That then rose the issue of where he would get the blood.
They tried a collected cupful of cow’s blood, gathered from the caterers and Nick grimaced the entire time he gulped it down, pinching his nose shut. Joe watched with curious, amused eyes, eager to find a way to help Nick and amused that despite everything, Nick was still his Nick - just paler, cold to the touch and had fangs. Oh yeah and he was drinking cow’s blood.
The cow’s blood turned out to be enough to take the edge off, like a snack to hold you over until dinner time but it wasn’t enough. So the search continued.
One good thing to come from all this, Joe point out one night, was that at least Nick wasn’t diabetic anymore. No more checking his blood sugar levels up to thirteen times a day. No more insulin, no more insulin pumps no more needles and no more doctors.
In response, Nick just rolled his eyes and dropped his fangs - he’d managed to get the hang of controlling them and bared them at Joe whenever he was bugging him, just like the way he used to stick his tongue out at him when they were younger.
“Yeah, you’re right. At lease I’m not diabetic anymore,” he said sarcastically and punched Joe on the arm. The older boy winced and rubbed the sore spot. Nick’s strength was inhuman now and he had the bad habit of forgetting it.
Nick continued writing music, finding that he could practically see the notes floating in the air as he played or sang them. It was amazing. He tried to explain it to Joe one night but despite trying, Joe couldn’t picture what Nick was describing. He was getting antsy to start performing again, getting back out there on with band. Nick looked like himself for the most part, just paler. His eyes only turned red now when he was really hungry or feeding and it was the same with his fangs except he’d taken to dropping them and growling in warning when he was agitated. Embarrassingly enough though, his fangs also liked to drop when he was turned on - something he wasn’t happy to find out. The first time Joe spotted Nick’s fangs dropping was while they were watching a movie and a sex scene came on and he fell out of the bed laughing.
“They’re like two little boners but right on your face!” He wailed, clutching his stomach as he laughed so hard, tears slid down his cheeks. Nick scowled and dove off the bed at his brother, nipping at his finger, causing him to yelp.
The first time Joe offered to let Nick bite him, Nick nearly broke his collarbone pushing him away. His eyes turned fiery red but Joe looked at him defiantly, back pressed against the wall, rubbing his sore shoulder.
“No,” Nick growled but Joe refused to looked away in fear.
“Come on Nicky-“ That earned him another growl. “You can’t live off cow blood and if you want to go back to doing shows, you have to eat.” It almost reminded Nick of how Joe used to fuss over him about his blood sugar when he was first diagnosed.
“No, Joe. It’s not going to happen,” Nick snarled. He turned away but Joe grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn around. Nick’s lip curled up and Joe shivered when he could see his bother’s fangs.
“Why not?” Joe asked.
“Because it’s a stupid idea, Joseph,” Nick growled, shaking off Joe’s hand.
“Tell me why, Nicholas.”
“Because I could kill you!” Nick shouted, eyes blazing red and shiny like he was about to cry. “The last tie I bit someone, I killed him. Once his blood touched my tongue, I couldn’t control myself, I wasn’t me anymore. I can’t lose that kind of control with you. I can’t risk hurting you!”
Joe didn’t shrink away, just stood there and let Nick scream at him. “We can figure it out. We can have someone there that can pull you off if you’re losing control,” Joe said.
Nick laughed bitterly and shook his head. “Who’s strong enough, huh Joe? I can pin Big Rob down with one hand.”
“Okay, a bunch of people. The whole security team. Whatever it takes to keep me safe. I want to do this,” Joe said firmly.
“Why?” Nick asked miserably. Did Joe have a death wish or something?
“Because…. You need blood and you can’t go around biting people.” Joe stepped closer and put his hand on Nick’s neck, his fingers brushing Nick’s curls. “Because I want to help take care of you.”
Nick sighed. Stupid Joe and his pleading, bright eyes. He could practically taste the love coming off his brother. He leaned into the touch.
“I swear, if I hurt you, I’ll kill you,” Nick grumbled. Joe grinned.
“I thought the point was to not kill me.” He winced when Nick punched his arm and he knew he’d be waking up with a bruise the next morning.
Their parents were just as against the idea as Nick and it took two hours of explaining and reasoning that Nick was going to need human blood and the only way he didn’t have to go out and bite random people.
The first time they did it, it was in a room filled with five large security men, Big Rob, Kevin and their parents. Nick didn’t get stage fright anymore but with everyone standing around him and Joe like this, he was nervous.
Joe was nervous too - or excited, he wasn’t sure which. Either way, Nick could hear Joe’s heartbeat quicken. He was sitting in a hotel chair and Nick was standing, hovering by his side. Joe lifted his hand, offering his wrist to his younger brother, who took his hand and lifted it so his wrist was under his nose. He inhaled and the scent of Joe’s blood filled his nose as the sound of his heartbeat filled his ears. His fangs dropped and he saw Joe shiver.
“Last chance to back out, bro,” Nick said in a low tone and suddenly it felt like they were the only two in the room. Joe shook his head.
“Bon appétit,” he smirked and Nick rolled his eyes.
“I hate you,” Nick said. He opened his mouth and lowered his head, holding Joe’s wrist. He could hear Joe’s blood pumping so loud, it was all he could hear. His body shook as pure, animalistic need took over and he sunk his fangs in deep, piercing Joe’s skin.
Joe let out a small cry, surprised at how much it stung and all the security guards stepped forward. He brought up his other hand, stopping them. He watched as Nick’s mouth worked, latched onto his wrist as he drank deeply. Nick’s cheeks hollowed with each powerful suction, his tongue swiping over Joe’s skin every now and then to make sure he didn’t miss a drop.
Joe’s body began to tingle and he was starting to feel warm. Nick’s hands holding his arm were freezing but his lips were burning hot were they were latched onto him. The pain was Nick’s bite was long gone and now the sucking was just starting to feel good. Really good.
The room watched anxiously but neither Joe or Nick noticed - it was as though they’d somehow transported into their own world. Joe was hyper aware of how good this felt and how his body was reacting, all the tingling going straight down towards his cock. It began to swell to life despite being surrounded by a circle of people.
Joe spent what felt like an eternity floating, encased in warm pleasure Nick was giving him and he felt lighter and lighter. So light in fact that he was start to float away. Further and further away, the voices calling his name fading until he couldn’t hear them anymore. He happily let himself float away into the darkness.
“Joe! Wake up!”
Joe groaned as he was shaken awake and tried to move away from the shouting. “Wha-wha’ happened?” The question came out in a small voice he almost didn’t recognize as his own. Why did he feel so weak?
“Joe! Thank god you’re okay!” Joe blinked his eyes eye and saw Kevin hovering over him. “You scared us all.”
“M’thirsty,” Joe said, licking his dry lips. Kevin disappeared for a second and soon his mom appeared with a glass of water. When Joe slowly sat up, he realized that he was laying down. “What happened?” he asked again, gulping down the water.
“You passed out,” Denise said softly, smoothing his hair away his face. “We told Nick to stop but it was like he couldn’t hear us. It took all the guards to pull him off you.” Joe sat up some more but she stopped him. “You lost a lot of blood, you’ve got an IV in to give you fluids.”
Joe shivered. The whole thing sounded so grizzly coming out of his mom’s mouth. All he could remember was feeling connected to Nick in a way he never felt before and never wanting it to end.
“How’s Nick?” he asked suddenly, looking around. He was laying down in one of their rooms and Kevin was hovering by the foot of his bed but the room was empty otherwise.
“He took off,” Denise said sadly, shaking her head. “We don’t know where is he is.”
Joe frowned deeply and tugged the comforter over his lap higher. “Find him.”
After it took all six guards to pull him off Joe, it took Nick a few moments before he stopped snarling and trying to get back to his brother. The marks on his wrist were still open and he could smell his blood, sweet and over powering. He fought as he was dragged out of the room but eventually his mind started to clear and he realized what happened. He took off running and disappeared into the dark, his body thrumming with a power he hadn't felt since after he'd fed on the old man in the park. Everything was buzzing with power and life and Joe. He could still taste his blood on his tongue and he could practically feel Joe coursing through him. However, the image of Joe slumped forward in his seat, brown eyes slipped shut haunted him and he was terrified he'd killed him.
He continued running, afraid of going back and facing what he'd done. After a couple of hours, his phone went off in his pocket and he stopped to check his messages. A text message from his mom reading, 'He's okay and asking for you' blinked open on the little, bright screen. Immediately, Nick ran back to the hotel, not knowing where he had ran to or how he knew his way back but all he had to do was think of Joe and he knew exactly which direction to go. It took him barely more than a minute before he was inside the hotel and outside Joe's room, slowly opening the door. Denise and Kevin looked up when they heard the door and Nick hated that he could see the fear on both their faces.
"Hello," he said quietly.
"Hey bro, where'd ya go?" Joe said, his voice still weak and Nick shivered. His eyes trailed over the IV needle, looking at the damage he’d done. Pale and hooked up to an IV, looking like he didn't have the strength to sit up on his own and it was all Nick's fault. He'd lost control and didn't know when to stop drinking.
"And yeah, I know it rhymed. Don't put it in a song," he said with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood. Noticing the way Nick was hesitating by the door, he turned to Denise and Kevin. "You guys don't have to watch over us."
Denise looked at Joe for a moment before nodding, getting up. "We'll just be outside then," she said. "Come on, Kevin." Kevin looked worriedly between his younger brothers before nodding, following their mother out of the room. Joe watched them go but only spoke once the door clicked shut.
"Alone at last," he joked - all he had was his humor to deal with the tension. "Are you okay?" he asked, big brother mode kicking in, forgetting that he was the one that had fluids trickling into his system through a needle in his arm.
Nick felt a surge of anger at Joe's worry, not understanding why he was worried about him. "I’m fine,” he said curtly. “Question is, how are you?"
"Breathing. I'm fine," Joe said with a shrug, reaching for the glass of water by his bed but he really wanted juice. He downed the glass with a few big gulps and set it back down. Nick watched Joe drink his water and while he couldn't exactly hear Joe's thoughts, he had the sudden feeling that Joe wanted juice instead. It wasn't completely weird for him to know when Joe wanted something without him having said it, but this time was different.
"You can come closer, I'm not gonna bite," Joe said once he realized Nick was watching him. Nick rolled his eyes and took a single step into the room.
"Don't be stupid," he said. "Are you sure you're fine? I left after they pulled me off you."
"I passed out before they pulled you off me, I guess, so I don’t remember what happened. But hey - I'm alive!" he said, grinning. Nick headed over to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of juice, listening. "That’s all that matters. Think about it, this could work!"
Nick spun around and narrowed his eyes, his upper lip curling in a snarl. "This could work?" he repeated. "What makes you think this could work? I almost killed you!"
Joe jumped a little at the snarl, caught off guard and shook his head. "Well, let’s see, I'm still here… You know you took too much... So we just.. practice. Like anything else, we practice 'till we get it right."
"I didn't know I took too much until they dragged me out of the room," Nick said, his voice dropping low. "I had no control over myself. We can't risk this again. I'm not risking your life again. We'll figure something else out," he said, walking over to the bed and handed him the bottle of juice. Joe took the bottle without question, cracked it open and downed half it with a satisfied sigh.
"Sit, please. Let's talk about this," he whispered, his eyes pleading. What he couldn't tell Nick was the euphoria he felt all over when Nick was drinking from him. It was indescribable. Watching him drink, Nick he felt a strange warmth inside him he'd never felt before. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the warmth grew, spreading throughout him and he realized what it was - Joe's blood. Joe's blood inside Nick recognized he was close to his brother and it was making everything inside him feel… wonderful. He sighed and reached over to take Joe's hand, turning it over to look at his wrist. Two small puncture marks, slowly healing were all that were left.
"Did it hurt?"
The touch made Joe shiver, Nick's hands were like ice. He curled his fingers around Nick's and nodded. "Yea.. but.. " he said and stopped himself, biting his lip. "But it didn't all hurt."
Nick lifted his eyes from Joe's wrist to his eyes, gazing at him intently. "All?" he asked. "What else did it feel like to you?"
"Tingled," he whispered, remembering the way all of his nerve endings felt like sparklers under his skin. Nick nodded slowly, not realizing he was still holding Joe's wrist.
"That's better than it hurting," he whispered, his thumb brushing over one of the little puncture wounds. Joe gasped and watched Nick's thumb, it felt more like he was stroking his soul.
"Yeah.. much better," he agreed quietly, cheeks flushed as he lowered his gaze to look at Nick’s hand holding his wrist. Nick followed Joe's gaze and he noticed what he was doing. His thumb stilled but he didn't let go.
"Things feel different now, don't they." It was more of a quiet statement rather than a question.
"Yeah, they do… Why?" Joe asked. Nick being this close was invigorating and his touch was so cold, it excited his nerve endings. He felt himself starting to get hard inside his jeans and shifted in an attempt to hide his growing bulge. The shifting was something that normally wouldn't have caught Nick's attention but now he was hyper aware to everything Joe. He swallowed thickly and shrugged, shaking his head.
"I don't know. Because of the blood, obviously, I just don't know what exactly is different or if it's normal or… anything. I don't know anything," he sighed.
"Gotta get you a manual or something," Joe joked and looked down at their hands again. He and Nick were always close but something changed and he didn't know how or why. An image of curling up in Nick's arms and being safe suddenly came to mind.
"Yeah, that'd be helpful. Vampires For Dummies," Nick chuckled. Suddenly, an image of them curling up together popped into his head and somehow he knew it was another one of Joe's thoughts and without saying anything, he climbed into the bed. Mindful of the IV, he laid out by Joe's other side, wrapping his arm around his brother's shoulders. "It's weird… isn't it?" he asked softly. "How much is different, I mean."
Joe curled into Nick and sighed softly, his body relaxing entirely. "Really weird. And are you.. reading.. my thoughts?" He said and looked up at Nick. The corner of Nick's mouth twitched and he shook his head.
"No, I'm not. I just get these… flashes of thoughts and I know they're yours. Like how I knew you wanted juice before," he said. "I guess that's the blood too, that never happened before. You think this happens with anyone's blood I would drink?"
“If you don’t kill them,” Joe suggested. "Maybe. We don't have the manual, remember?" he chuckled softly.
"Right… that pesky manual," Nick said, rolling his eyes. "Really gotta find that. I don't think I want this to happen with other people. It's… it's too much to share with other people."
Joe kept looking at Nick and he nodded. "I... yeah... " he said. "It’d be hard on you to have all these other people's thoughts."
"Yeah, it would," he agreed. "But it's not like I know all your thoughts, just… whichever ones end up in my head." It wasn't the thoughts he didn't want - he always felt the idea of reading people's thoughts would've been cool - but the draw he felt to Joe, so much stronger than ever before, he didn't want to feel this towards anyone else.
"Is it okay that I'm a little freaked out but not enough to move away?" Joe asked, still curled up against Nick, looking at him with wide, trusting eyes. Nick sighed and nodded, giving his shoulders a squeeze.
"It's okay, I'm kind of freaking out too. Maybe it'll wear off?"
"Not so sure I want it to," he replied, without thinking. His mind was an open book for Nick to read, at least whenever he saw his thought and he didn't to close it. He lowered his head to the younger boy's chest and closed his eyes, feeling as safe as he ever had in his entire life.
Joe was starting to feel like himself again in no time. He had been getting stronger every day in a way he’d never felt before - he worked out harder than before but didn't sweat as much or get as tired as quickly. It was like he suddenly had extra energy and strength. When he wasn't with Nick, he missed him. He was on the treadmill, running longer than he had before when he had an image of Nick in the doorway and wished the boy was really there, he wanted to see him. He started to whisper the other's name with each footfall on the treadmill belt.
Nick was in his room, going over the papers his dad handed him - a list of venues that were willing to hold night-only performances for the band. As he was just getting the the D's, he suddenly had an image of standing by a door, watching Joe running come to mind. Shortly after, he heard Joe whispering to him, the soft words rising above the sound of Joe's heartbeat, the pound of his sneakers hitting the belt. He set his papers down and headed down to the gym, lit bright and empty save for one person. He smiled and leaned against the doorway, watching his brother. It wasn’t long before Joe spotted Nick right where he’d pictured him and smiled wide.
"I love how that works," he whispered, powering down the machine and got off, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. As he walked towards Nick, his quickened heart pounded loud in Nick’s ears. "Hey," he whispered.
Nick rolled his eyes but his lips were curved upward. "I'm sure it's fun for you to have me at your beck and call," he said sarcastically. He took a step into the gym as Joe climbed off the machine, inhaling Joe's scent, so strong. "Hey," he said, softly and returned the smile. "How are you?"
"Good. Amazing actually," he said with a nod, face flushed and skin slick with sweat. "What’ve you been up to?" he asked as he grabbed his bottle of water and tilting his head back to drink, a few drops of the liquid sliding down his neck.
"Looking at places that are willing to have us perform at night," Nick replied. He watched Joe's throat as he drank his water and he imagined his own throat working that way as he drank Joe's blood and he felt his fangs slowly slipping out. Joe finished drinking and wiped his mouth with the towel. He spotted the fangs and smiled, no longer afraid.
"Yeah? How's that going?" he asked, his voice a little deeper and softer then usual. Another image came to mind but this time of kissing Nick and his smile faded a little and he blinked, surprised. The idea of what those fangs would feel like against his tongue burned itself into his brain. Nick ran his tongue over his fangs, embarrassed when Joe spotted them.
"It's going well, plenty of places are willing to work with us," he said. He made sure to try and cover his fangs with his lips as he spoke. He was about to apologize for his fangs having a mind of their own before he suddenly had the image of kissing Joe and he looked at him with a bit of surprise. He was surprised that he didn't feel disgusted when the image popped into his head, just curious really. Joe blushed horribly and turned away, pretending to pick up... something.. or... tie his shoe - yeah THAT was it. He propped his foot up on a bench and pretended to tie it. "Oh good.. good," he said and took a deep breath. "Um... I think I’m ready to try again."
Nick saw Joe's blush before he turned away and smiled slightly. "Try what again?" he asked, still thinking about kissing Joe. Without realizing it, his lip curled up, showing off his fangs as he thought about it.
"You know, you... drinking... I mean…" He lifted his wrist and tapped the spot Nick had bitten before, the two little puncture marks healed but the area still red, mostly from Joe running his own thumb over the area constantly.
"Oh," Nick said, surprised as his eyes landed on Joe's wrist, seeing the marks he'd left. "That. Joe," he sighed. "It's too dangerous. I can't risk losing you again."
"But you didn't lose me," he said, looking into Nick's eyes and suddenly wondered when Nick got as tall as him? He felt his heart pick up speed again. "I’m right here," he said, his voice softer.
Joe's heartbeat grew louder in Nick’s ears as he stepped closer to Joe. "Yeah, I can see that," he nodded. "I don't get how you could be unafraid of it."
Joe shook his head a little and shrugged. "I dunno. I trust you,” he said simply, unable to look away from his little brother.
"How? I don't trust me," Nick said softly, continuing forward until the toes of their shoes almost kissed. "It feels like I don't have control when I'm around you," he admitted. It was Joe's turn to inhale Nick but the scent was cold, crisp and clean - like he was taking in a lungful of winter morning air.
"I dunno," he whispered. "When did you get... tall?" He asked stupidly but he was rooted to the spot. Nick smiled a little at the question.
"A while ago," he said, his tone teasing. "We're talking about me drinking your blood again and you're worried about me not being shorter than you anymore?"
"You're still shorter," Joe said without missing a beat but found he couldn’t take a step back. His heart pounded in his chest and his breathing grew heavier - god he wanted that kiss.
"You wish," Nick breathed. He could see the thought of them kissing still, unsure of whether it was his or Joe's anymore. He ran his tongue over his fangs and looked at Joe's lips for a moment. Then suddenly, Joe dropped his towel and took Nick’s face in his hands, his skin icy under his touch. He closed his eyes and leaned in close, pressing their lips together. He felt a hint of the fangs press against his own lips and just... smiled. Nick made a surprised sound when Joe's lips pressed against his but almost immediately relaxed into it. He had no idea he'd be this okay with the idea of kissing his own brother. He could feel Joe's soft lip press against his fangs, feeling the faint beat of his pulse. Trembling, he forced himself not to bite down. Joe made a soft noise in his throat as he slid his hands to the boy’s neck. He felt the press of those fangs and he wanted Nick to bite him - he craved it. He broke the kiss, his eyes shining bright and panting.
"You want to bite me, don’t you?”
Joe's skin felt burning hot, pressed against his neck like that. His eyes slowly opened when the kiss broke but they quickly focused once Joe spoke. "Yeah," he said immediately. "I do."
"Want you to. I trust you," he said, then kissed him again before Nick had a chance to say anything. Nick wrapped his hand around Joe's arm, fingers curling around hard muscle when he was kissed again. He pressed his lips against Joe's, rubbing his fangs against him until he could feel his control starting to slip away. He pulled back, catching his breath and Joe all but whined at the separation.
"I don't trust me," Nick murmured. "We need to bring the security guards in."
"And have them watch us... like this?" he asked. The kiss excited him, igniting a flame inside him and his excitement was evident against Nick’s thigh. "Nicky... we can't have anyone watch us," he whispered.
"But how will I know when to stop?" Nick asked, his voice strained. "I need someone to stop me when I can't stop myself."
"You’re gonna have to learn to stop yourself sometime, right?" Joe countered, sliding a hand into Nick’s curls. "You really want people to see this?"
"No, of course not," Nick said, shaking his head. "But… it's so risky. I don't think I can do it. Not when your blood tastes so good…. You have no idea how good you taste. It's too good." His thirst continued to grow as they spoke, hoping he could keep his urges under control if he tried to reason them away.
"Feels too good too," Joe said softly, his entire body begging Nick to bite him. "Please," he whispered.
Nick licked his lips, struggling with himself as he looked at Joe's face - cheeks flushed red, lips full and soft, and listened to the quite thump of his heartbeat. He looked at Joe's throat, his blood just under the skin, waiting for him. Joe was making it very difficult to put up a fight. He wrapped his arms around his brother's waist and sank his fangs into Joe's neck, unable to keep from moaning at the taste of his blood. Joe cried out and clung to his brother, his cock hard as a rock. The pain was quickly replaced by the euphoria he had been dreaming about since the last time they were like this.
Joe's blood gushed into Nick's mouth and he couldn't swallow it down fast enough. It was intoxicating and he couldn't think anymore, his animalistic instincts taking over. He could taste Joe, feel how his blood ran though him as he drank and feel his body getting stronger. One hand slid from Joe's back to the back of his head as his lips stayed attached to Joe's neck. Nick's fingers tightened in Joe's hair as he continued to drink Joe in, his tongue lapping over his little wounds. The world around him was a blur, the only thing he could focus on was the warm liquid on his tongue.
When Joe felt himself begin to float, he accepted it, feeling himself slip into that amazing dreamlike state. Then reality hit him and he realized he felt like he was floating because he was about to pass out. He pictured himself managing to shove Nick off him and the both of them coming out of this okay and prayed the image was getting through. On top of that, he screamed in his mind ‘Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP!’
Through the blurriness in Nick’s head, an image started to slowly come to focus. He tried to shift his attention to the image, trying to coax it to sharpen enough so he could understand.
"Stop… stop... stop... " Joe said as loud as he could muster but his voice was weak. He started to shove at Nick, trying to push him off even though he really never wanted this to end, he also wanted to live. "We can have more time if you slow down - we can... have more... if you take it easy," he managed to say. In his mind, he was still screaming ‘STOP!'
The image came pushing through the haze in Nick’s mind, persistent. With it came sounds that slowly got louder and more clear. Finally he understood Joe was telling him to stop. He was focused enough that he was able to freeze, no longer sucking on Joe's neck, forcing more blood to flow into his mouth. He struggled to bring himself back into his own head enough that he could pull his mouth off his brother's throat, slowly pulling back to look down at him, eyes blaring red, still bright with animalistic urgency.
Joe's knees buckled and he clung to Nick to keep from falling. Nick held him up when his knees buckled, staring down at him, breathing harshly as he struggled to reign himself in. The need in his eyes slowly faded, but the red remained. Joe looked at him and smiled weakly.
"You heard me," he whispered, lifting a hand to wipe the blood from his brother’s lips. Nick’s tongue darted out and licked the blood off Joe's fingertips. "Am I still bleeding?" He asked.
Nick dropped his eyes to Joe's neck, seeing the blood slowly trickling down his neck. He nodded and leaned down to swipe his tongue over his skin, cleaning the trail. "A little," he whispered, his voice thick and deeper than ever.
Joe smiled wider and managed steady himself, but still held onto Nick. "Was that.. enough?" he asked, his mind clearing as well. Nick fought harder to regain his control. He nodded, feeling his insides singing with power, fueled by Joe's blood.
"Yeah," he said, his voice still different. "Are you… okay?" he asked. He leaned down to lick the trail of blood escaping Joe's neck and then covered the two little wounds with his thumb, applying some careful pressure. Joe nodded and smiled, his head still spinning but he was better. Now that he didn’t have to worry about passing out, he realized another issue. His cock was painfully hard inside his gym shorts, desperate for release. He wanted to run off to the bathroom and jerk off but he stayed where he was, holding onto his brother.
As Nick slowly returned to himself, he could hear Joe's heartbeat fainter than it was before. He was hyperaware everything - the feel of Joe's wounds throbbing again his thumb, the way his eyes kept drifting as his brain spun, the feel of his erection pressing against his hip. He was hard as well, pressed snug against Joe's belly. Regaining the ability to think again, he began worrying.
"Sit, you must feel weak," he said softly, guiding him back towards the bench, suddenly aware they were still in the middle of the gym. "Do you need water?"
"A little but nothing like before," Joe said and let Nick lead him wherever he wanted. "And... juice. Maybe Gatorade," He asked and sat down with a sigh. Nick made sure Joe was safe on the bench before going to the mini fridge they kept fully stocked with drinks. Joe watched Nick and spotted the tenting in his jeans.
"You're... um… like.. uh... " He tried to say 'you're hard like me' but he couldn’t seem to get the words out. The connection between their minds felt completely open and Nick understood what he meant without having to hear the words.
"Yeah, I am," he said, grabbing a Gatorade and handed it to Joe, who took the bottle and opened it quick, drinking greedily. His throat worked quick to try and swallow it all, just like Nick’s must’ve been when he was drinking from him. The thought had Joe so hard he was squirming in his seat. Then another thought came to mind, an image of the two of them in bed... naked... having sex... Nick biting him here and there to keep them both turned on... for hours. He didn’t mean to think it but he did and there was no turning back. He looked at Nick and then looked away, ashamed.
Nick was trying to finally believe they'd manage to do this and he was able to actually stop in time. Joe's thought however, interrupted his own and he looked over at him quickly. He licked his lips, his fangs still bared, ready for action. "Not yet," he whispered. "Keep drinking. You need it."
The sound of the crowd cheering was deafening but faded to a tolerable roar as everyone headed off stage and to the back, wiping away sweat and grabbing bottles of water. Happy and exhausted, they all hugged each other, trading 'good show's before being ushered to the dressing rooms to change out of their stage clothes. Nick loved all the bustling movement around a show because he didn't have to slow down as much to match everyone's movements. He could zip through the crowd of people backstage and vanish into his dressing room only to emerge fully changed seconds later and no one seemed to notice.
When Joe and Kevin came out, they were all quickly ushered out the back and to the van so they could be brought back to the hotel. Nick listened to everyone's heartbeats, Kevin and Joe's both pounding harder with residual adrenaline from the show. He bumped his knee against Joe's. "Good show, you were really on tonight," he smiled.
"Thanks to you," Joe whispered. He had felt so in tune with Nick it was amazing - he fed off the boy’s talent and energy and it seemed they were more in sync than ever. He smiled at Nick and kept their knees pressed together.
Kevin was used to the bond Joe and Nick had that he'd never been a part of but since Nick started feeding off Joe, their dynamic changed so much he almost didn't recognize his younger brothers anymore. Most of the time they seemed like one person sharing two bodies, able to have conversations without ever saying a word and it creeped him out a little but they both seemed happy and the arrangement seemed to be working, so he kept his mouth shut.
"I'm just glad you agreed to start doing more flips in the show," Nick mused. It was almost unfair since he was able to do every flip masterfully now, landing every landing perfectly. Joe laughed a little and slumped in the seat the way he always did.
"I’m gonna start calling you Flipper. You stopped falling, congrats," Joe smirked and nudged Nick with his elbow, stealing any chance for contact he could. Nick rolled his eyes and nudged him back.
"Yeah, but you fall enough for the both of us, it's okay," he smirked.
"I don’t fall that much!" Joe laughed, nudging him again. "How are you feeling, by the way?" he asked, lowering his voice a little.
"I'm good. It's still weird not getting tired after a show," Nick said with a shrug.
"I am very jealous," Joe said with a yawn, then crossed his arms and rested his head on the back to seat, closing his eyes. "I need shower. And food. I need food. I’m thinking… a hamburger," he said to himself with a smile.
Nick had gotten used to how Joe's blood tasted differently depending on what he ate and he was particularly fond of when Joe ate red meat - it made his blood taste so much richer, metallic and heavy with protein. "A hamburger, huh? Maybe I'll have dinner tonight too in that case," he smirked.
Joe opened his eyes and slowly turned his head and smiled at his brother. "Maybe a steak… rare," he whispered, blushing a little. Choosing his meals felt almost like foreplay these days. Nick's fangs dropped a bit and he touched the sharp tip with his tongue, smirking now.
"That sounds like it'd be good," he agreed. Kevin looked between the two of them awkwardly and shook his head. When the van rolled to a stop, he cleared his throat and nudged them towards the door behind opened for them. Nick climbed out first and held his hand out for Joe without thinking. He took the offered hand instinctively and didn’t let go. All he wanted was to be alone with Nick as soon as possible.
Nick had picked up the habit of dragging Joe off to one of their hotel rooms, the two of them disappearing for the night and no one really questioned it anymore. Their parents insisted on having the guards around when Nick fed until they were all positive Nick had enough control over himself. It didn't stop them from hiding and practicing just the two of them though, stealing moments where they could treat it like an intimate at between lovers rather than just brothers.
He pulled Joe to the staircase rather than the elevator and tugged him onto his back, holding him tight as he ran up all 16 flights in a flash. Joe clung to Nick and closed his eyes, the wind fanning his hair out around his face. Before he had the chance to blink, Nick set him down on his feet again and pulled him towards his own room. Once on his feet, Joee wobbled a little, giggling. "Man, give a guy a warning next time will ya!?"
"Warnings take too much time," Nick dismissed, sliding the keycard into the slot and unlocked the door. He pushed it open and held it for Joe to walk in first.
"Can you get me a steak that fast too?" Joe asked with a smile, kicking off his shoes.
"I could but I doubt the kitchen would appreciate it. Besides, I figured you'll want to shower first,” Nick said, following him into the room and shut the door. Joe pulled off his socks, then his shirt, making the usual path of clothes on the way to the bathroom.
"Rare, baked potato and veggies - oh and tea, please?" he asked, finally down to just his boxers, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He didn’t even have to think to know that Nick would phone in his order for him. "Love ya bro," he winked before he stripped off his underwear and walked to the bathroom naked, leaving the door open.
Nick didn't pay attention to what Joe said, instead he just watched each inch of newly exposed skin but he didn't have to listen to know what Joe wanted him to order. He spotted the wink and smirked, not saying anything as Joe's boxers hit the ground and then he was gone. He shook his head to himself and picked up the hotel phone to place the order before getting up to clean up Joe's clothes. He folded the clothes and set them aside before grabbing Joe's keycard, letting himself into the other room to grab a pair of clean boxers, sleep pants and a t-shirt for him to wear. He was back in his room before Joe even finished lathering his hair and he took off his shoes, sitting down on his bed and waited for Joe and room service, imagining he was waiting to see who would turn up first but he knew Joe would.
When Joe got out of the shower, he dried himself off, his hair already beginning to curl and he tucked the towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom. He reached for his clean clothes and smiled. "You take such good care of me," he whispered.
Nick stretched out on his bed, laying on his back with his arms folded behind his head. He looked at Joe for a moment before shaking his head. "You're the one that takes good care of me," he said, his voice soft as well. "Taking care of you back is the least I can do."
Joe dropped the towel and pulled on the clothes Nick had gotten for him. "Yeah but taking care of me is actual work," he joked.
Nick smiled slightly, just watching him dress and shrugged a shoulder. "I don't mind it," he said simply. "House keeping is down the hall with your food," he added, hearing the sound of a metal cover clinking lightly against a plate as it was being carried closer to their room.
Joe listened but the sound only reached him when the person approached the door. He went to the door and opened it before they had a chance to knock, scaring the worker. He smiled wide and signed for the food, tipping well and took the tray to the table. He sat down, uncovered the food and started to eat. The smell of the nearly raw meat made Nick's lip curl back as his fangs dropped but he stayed on the bed, leaving Joe to eat.
"You scared the poor guy," he commented. "His heart skipped a beat."
"Yeah?" Joe said with a full mouth then kept chewing. He sipped his tea and shrugged, speaking after he swallowed. "Well, I’m starving!" He kept eating, he wanted to get himself as strong as possible for Nick and for himself to be able to handle what Nick needed from him.
Nick chuckled and nodded, arms still tucked behind his head. "I know, I can hear your stomach growling," he said. He ran his tongue over his fangs but didn't bother retracting them. He didn't have to hide who or what he was when he was with Joe.
Joe had to slow down to chew but soon he polished off half the plate. He sipped his tea then took a deep breath to calm himself but it didn’t work. He wanted to get to the good part of the night already. He bounced in his chair a little, his nerves and excitement not letting him calm down. Nick smiled to himself when he saw Joe bouncing in his seat, knowing what he was so antsy for.
"Make sure you chew your food," he playfully scolded. "I don't need you choking on your dinner."
"Haha, I can say the same to you," Joe joked even though it didn’t make much sense. He lifted a piece of the meat, looking over at Nick and licked the juice dripping down his fingers first, then slowly put the piece in his mouth and chewed. Nick laughed but the sound died off in his throat when he watched Joe tease him with the meat. There was a time when the sight would've set him into a fit of laughter and call his big brother a freak but now it just made him tingle with desire. His eyes slowly filled red, his gaze turning dark.
"Gotcha," Joe smirked after he swallowed, watching Nick’s desires slowly coming to the surface. He didn’t care how wrong any of this was, to him it was perfect. He continued to eat the rest of the meal the same way, teasingly slow with his fingers.
Nick watched as Joe continued to eat, slowly climbing off the bed. He moved across the room, his movement predatory, like he was stalking his prey - Joe. Joe watched him get closer and realized the game had changed and he was actually a little scared. Then suddenly, when Joe was holding his last piece of steak, Nick reached out and caught his brother's wrist, stopping him. He stared at Joe darkly before pulling the little piece of meat out of his fingers and held it to Joe's lips for him, still gripping his wrist. He looked at Nick, shaking a little as he obediently opened his mouth. Nick could see the change in Joe's eyes and smirked around his fangs, enjoying the slight tremor under Joe's skin. He slipped the meat into Joe's mouth when he opened it for him and keeping his gaze, he brought Joe's hand to his mouth, licking the juice with a hint of blood off Joe's fingers.
Joe chewed but was still trembling, scared yet excited. This was his brother after all, he knew Nick would never really hurt him. He swallowed hard and kept his eyes on Nick, taking in his eyes and fangs. The things that made him dangerous and almost made him question whether Nick would or wouldn’t hurt him.
Nick continued to lick the juices and blood off Joe's skin, sucking the bittersweet tastes until Joe's hand was clean. It wasn't that he wanted to scare his brother, but the way it caused his heart to beat faster made Nick dizzy with hunger. He grazed the tip of his fang over the pad of Joe's thumb before pressing down, puncturing the skin and moaned softly when he was rewarded with drops of blood landing on his tongue.
Joe hissed but watched intently. "That hurt," he whispered but he wasn’t protesting. Nick smoothed his tongue over the tiny wound as if to soothe it but then wrapped his lips around the tip of his thumb, sucking softly. Joe got painfully hard within seconds as he watched, rooted to the spot, looking from the boy’s mouth to his eyes. "Nicky... " he whispered, totally unable to move. Then finally he willed himself to lift his free hand to and stroke Nick's cheek gently, his brother's skin warming but only barely.
Nick could hear Joe's blood pumping, going down towards his cock but he continued to suck, drawing a small trickle from his thumb. Joe's hand felt burning hot on his cheek and he gave a final suck before letting go of his thumb. He licked the little red dot of blood that bubbled up and then smiled, fangs in full view.
"Yes, Joseph?" he purred.
Joe's mouth moved but no sound came out. Finally, he stood slowly with his hand still on Nick's cheek and he kissed him gently. No matter how good Nick felt he was at keeping his control, Joe always made him nervous he could lose it all in a matter of seconds. He didn't let go of his wrist as he kissed back, carefully letting his fangs graze Joe's lip.
Joe broke the kiss gently and looked into his younger brother’s eyes. "I’m ready," he whispered. Nick didn't say anything, just wrapped his arm around Joe's waist and guided him towards the bed. He laid him down and let his eyes roam over his brother - warm, hard, familiar and so human. Climbing onto the bed, he crawled over him, guiding Joe's head to the side with his fingers, exposing his neck. If he had his way, Joe's skin would be littered with little puncture marks but they already had to cover up the two marks that Nick kept reopening before they had a chance to fade with makeup whenever Joe had to go out in public. Thanks to his shower though, all the cover up was washed away and Nick ran his tongue over the two little marks - his marks.
"Yours," Joe sighed. Nick moaned at that and sunk his fangs into those tiny marks, running his hand down Joe's chest as he stated to drink. His hand trailed down the other's stomach, fingers sneaking under the elastic band of his boxers, any fear or apprehension that might've been there before all gone now. Once he found Joe's erection, he wrapped his hand around it, pumping slowly.
Nick knew now how long he could feed before Joe was in danger of losing too much blood and he pulled back soon, tongue slowly sliding over his skin to catch the blood that was sliding down. He pushed Joe's boxers down with his free hand, still stroking him slowly.
"I want you, Joe," Nick said throatily. Images of him thrusting deep inside Joe filled his mind and he knew Joe would be able to see them. Joe's eyes flew open and he looked up at Nick. He should have been repulsed, scared, shaking his head no and running away but they had gone this far and waited this long.
Nick felt Joe's nod more than he saw it and lifted his head to kiss him, knowing Joe could taste his own blood on his lips. He reached over to pull a little tube of lube he kept by the bed for when he was jerking off and poured some onto his fingers. Breaking the kiss, he sat back, letting his eyes roam over his brother's body, drinking in the sight before nudging his hip, silently telling him to roll over.
Joe was shaking again but this time with excitement. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rolling over onto his stomach. Nick had never done this before but he didn't feel nervous. He didn't know how he knew what to do but instinct was taking over. He slid his fingers between Joe's cheeks, finding his hole and began pushing his first finger in. As he slowly worked his way into Joe's body, he leaned down and licked the blood off Joe's neck.
When the blood slowly stopped flowing, Nick moved his lips to Joe's shoulder, kissing him there as he moved his finger around to let Joe get used to it before sliding a second finger in. He was met with resistance but he continued pushing in slowly.
"Bite me again," Joe whimpered, dropping his head to expose his neck again. He wasn’t sure if it was the blood loss, the fingers in his ass or the fact that it was Nick making him dizzy so decided it was all three and spread his legs wider.
Joe was so delicious spread out beneath him, pleading and needy that Nick was practically drooling. He sunk his fangs in where Joe's neck met his shoulder, drinking in his blood again as he curled his fingers inside Joe's ass.
"Oh god!" Joe cried out, lifting his hips out of instinct which of course drove Nick's fingers into him deeper. Nick sucked, swallowing the blood as it ran into his mouth. He started moving his fingers, thrusting them in and out knowing that very soon, that would be his cock moving in and out like that.
Joe caught that thought and nodded again. "Yeah… yeah... please..." He panted, his hips moving in time with Nick's fingers. He knew what Joe was begging for and nodded, lifting his head as a drop of blood rolled down his chin. He pulled his fingers out and in a flash, undressed, back on the bed before Joe could even blink. He grabbed the lube again and slicked himself up, lining his cock to Joe's ass and slowly began to push in. Bending forward, he bit Joe's shoulder again as he slowly sunk into him.
Nick was inside him in every way possible, Joe’s body entirely at the boy's mercy. He cried out at the invasion but forced himself to relax, gripping the covers with white knuckles.
It took every bit of control Nick possessed to keep from just slamming into the hot tightness wrapping around him, almost impossibly tight. He gripped his hips and moaned as he started to move, finding a perfect rhythm right away. He ran his tongue in long swipes over Joe's shoulder, lapping up the blood that tried to escape him as he fucked his brother. He could feel himself getting stronger and more powerful with each drop of blood that touched his tongue and he channeled that energy into making Joe feel good. He pulled Joe's hips up until he had no choice but to go up on his hands and knees and reached around to begin stroking Joe's neglected cock.
Joe cried out over and over, filling the room with his screams. He was lost in riding the amazing high, hazy and warm all around him. Once Nick's hand touched him, he was embarrassingly close to making a mess of the hotel comforter.
Amazing pressure was building inside Nick and even though he was the one inside Joe, he felt Joe filling him up. Joe's spirit, his energy, his thoughts, his pleasure - Nick was absorbing and sharing all of it. He knew Joe was close and he sucked any blood still escaping Joe's neck, his hips snapping forward.
It didn’t take long before Joe was screaming as he came, his body shuddering hard, hips bucking with each spike of the orgasm. He reached back and grabbed the back of Nick's head, pulling at his curls to hold him to his neck. When he finally began coming down, he felt dizzy and knew he was starting to fight passing out.
Nick held onto Joe easily, letting him buck all he wanted but he didn't let him move out from under him. He started to come as soon as Joe did and he wasn't even sure if it was his own orgasm or if he was just sharing Joe's but either way, pleasure pulsed through him in time with Joe's heartbeat. He stayed at Joe's shoulder, lips attached to his skin as they both rode out it out.
They stayed like this until Nick heard Joe's heartbeat slowing and he knew it was too much now. He pulled off Joe's shoulder, licking the wounds until they stopped bleeding and then slowly pulled out, easing Joe back onto the bed, rolling him over so he was face up. The red in his eyes slowly faded away as he leaned down to kiss Joe softly. "Love you, Joe," he whispered.
Joe's vision was blurry and he blinked a few times to clear it. "Love you too," he whispered, smiling. He reached for Nick, pulling him close and clung to him as best he could, too weak to really have much of a grip. "Wow… " he breathed, one arm slipping from around Nick and thudding on the bed. "Cold," he whispered.
"You lost more blood than usual," Nick said, his voice soft as he pushed up onto his elbow, looking down at Joe and smiled slightly. "I'll bring you something to drink, get some of your strength back up and we'll rest."
Joe gripped Nick as hard as he could. "Don’t leave me. Seriously," he said desperately, opening his eyes a little wider. He didn’t want to be separated from him, not even for a second. Nick frowned but nodded, not moving. Joe needed fluids but he couldn't leave, not even for the fraction of a section it'd take for him to grab the drinks, not when Joe was looking at him like that.
"Okay," he whispered, leaning down to kiss him gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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