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Hi guys.
I wrote porn.
Okay no this isn't actually the first porno I've ever written (AS YOU MAY KNOW) but it's the first one I'm posting unanonymously. Mostly because a) I'm not technically done with the one I wrote for the kink meme, b) Another one is in the same universe as the one for the kink meme, and c) THE REST OF MY PORN IS CONTAINED IN GIANT STOCKHOLMFIC OF GIANT, which should finish itself now please ugh.
So yeah, in the meantime, have some really ridiculously self-indulgent vampire porn I wrote for no reason the other night! One day I'll post like, Killjoys fic or something. /o\ \o/ /o\
Before All the Stains
RATED...NC-17 HOLY SHIT WHAT HAVE I BECOME
Pairing: Vampire!William/Brendon
Warnings: Vampires, THAT MEANS BITING AND BLOOD AND BITING AND MESMERISM AND BITING, incredibly self-indulgent, gratuitous italics, kind of a rush job don't read it. Also, fucking. \o/?
Disclaimer: THIS? THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN. William is not a vampire and Brendon is probably not as much of a whiny little bottom as I say he is. Probably.
Summary: Brendon's used to taking vampires home, but this one's a little different.
Notes: Pre-16C, before William really came to power, idk 1st_eggokage and I kind of magically decided it's in the 80s or something.
The guy’s name is William, and he has long fingers and pale skin and wears bizarre anachronistic clothing and is pretty much everything Brendon’s looking for.
Brendon finds him in one of his usual ways, sitting alone at a two-person table in the coffee shop on the east side of town, wearing a shirt that accentuates his neck and raising an eyebrow at anyone who looks vaguely vampiric.
This time, the guy walks over to him the second they lock eyes, which Brendon takes to be a good sign. The ones who can tell what he wants are a lot easier to handle than the ones he has to play guessing games with.
“I’m William Beckett,” the man says as he sits down across from Brendon. “And you look like you want something.”
Brendon stares back at him, smiling carefully-not too nervously, not too shyly, just enough to let him know he’s on board. “I’m Brendon Urie. You want a drink?”
They’re out of the coffee shop within minutes, Brendon leading the way back to the hotel room he’s booked for the night-that’s one precaution he always takes, not letting them know where his apartment is-though it feels more like Brendon’s following him. William even holds the door for him.
Brendon’s shoved against the wall the second the door’s shut, William’s mouth already on his neck, and Brendon groans his appreciation, his hands wandering to start looking for the buttons on William’s clothing.
William’s much more efficient with that, stripping them both naked in what seems like seconds before moving Brendon to the bed, holding him by the hips and biting his neck-not enough to make it bleed, not like he knows William wants to, but it feels so fucking good and he’s been waiting for this all day, he’ll take any little bite.
But after a few minutes of that, lying there and letting William nip and suck, he can’t take it anymore. He’s hard and waiting and he just wants, wants William to bite harder or touch his cock or anything, anything, but mostly he just wants-
“Fuck me,” Brendon gasps out, and William takes his teeth off Brendon’s neck to glare at him, nostrils flaring.
“I’ll be giving the orders, here,” William hisses, shoving Brendon’s hips against the mattress, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him in his life.
“Please,” Brendon moans, like an amendment, an apology, and William seems almost appeased.
“I think I will fuck you, human boy,” William purrs as he moves his hands up to Brendon’s shoulders, spreading Brendon’s legs with one of his knees. “Right now.”
Brendon shudders, and he wants to just rock into him right now, right now, but then the rest of his brain catches up with the implications of what William’s saying and, wait, no, ow. He opens his mouth to protest, but then William’s cock is brushing up against his ass and his words turn into a soft moan.
“Unless you want me to open you up, first,” William says, his body starting to move away from Brendon, which makes him whine and arch for him even while his brain is saying listen to him! “Do you want me to? I know you humans are fragile there. Ask for it nicely and I might.”
“Please,” Brendon groans, because it’s the first word that comes to mind. “Please, I-“
“Please what? Speak up, now.”
“Please, your-fingers first, need to be stretched, bottle’s in the top drawer, please.”
“Good enough,” William says, reaching for the dresser by the bed. Brendon hates this, hates his stupid human limitations and his stupid human ass, but he doesn’t really want to be bleeding anywhere that isn’t his neck.
The first finger’s cold, not just lube-cold but the kind of vampire-cold that reminds him why he does this, why he wanders the city at night and risks his life instead of just finding a nice human girlfriend like he would have if he’d stayed at home. It makes his ass clench and his whole body shudder and he moans, too loud for a shitty hotel but louder than he would be able to in his shitty apartment, so he doesn’t care.
The second and third come fast, almost too fast, and he has to breathe through the stretch and burn, squeezing his eyes shut and just feeling. William’s mouthing at his neck again, licking the bite marks he’d made earlier, the ones that broke the skin but didn’t bleed as much as Brendon normally likes. William must be an older vampire; most of them just take a bite and don’t stop sucking until Brendon reminds them that keeping him alive means they can do it again tomorrow night. William seems to have a lot more control, and it’s hot as hell.
“You know what I could do to you, human boy?” William asks, fucking him with three fingers almost idly. “I could snap my fingers and make you beg me to fuck you, without any of this. You’d be torn apart, broken, unable to walk for days, and you’d love every second of it.” He twists his fingers at a new angle, one that makes Brendon writhe and cling to the sheets, even if he still hasn’t hit that right there, right there spot.
“Or I could stop touching you,” William says, and Brendon whines at the very thought of losing this, and he pushes back harder against his fingers just to make sure he stays. William chuckles. “All I meant was that I could make you come without putting a hand on you. Did you know that?”
Brendon didn’t. None of the other vampires he found in the clubs, on the streets, they’d never mesmerized him, never waved their hands or looked him in the eye and tried to control him. He was starting to think that it was just another myth, like the bullshit garlic thing.
But when Brendon opens his eyes again, he looks William in the eyes and sees…he doesn’t know, there’s just something there, something that makes him want to lean forward and dive right into those eyes and stay there forever.
Then William blinks, and it’s gone, back to the normal vampiric intensity he’s used to. He smiles. “But it’s so much more interesting, without that. When you’re begging and pleading for me all on your own.” He leans in to whisper, “Perhaps another night,” and Brendon sucks in a breath-another night, another night, he loves those words so fucking much.
He’s so overwhelmed by his own thoughts that he almost forgets what William’s been doing until his fingers start to slide out, leaving him empty and clenching around air and needing. He untangles his fingers from the sheets and reaches for William, grasping at his shoulders and pulling, but William doesn’t budge.
“Tell me what you want,” William orders, staring down at him and making no move to touch him again.
“Please, I told you-“
“Tell me again.” The corner of his mouth is curled up a bit, amused. William’s laughing at him on the inside, Brendon can tell, but he doesn’t even care at this point, practically blind with want.
“Fuck me, please fuck me, I need you to-“
“How much do you need it? What would you do if I left, right now?”
Brendon lets out a noise that’s too close to a sob for him to even try to cling to his dignity. “I don’t-I don’t know, just please don’t go, I’ll do anything, anything-“
William swoops down and bites just above his collarbone, and Brendon’s pleading degenerates into incoherent moans and half-words, his hips thrusting uselessly until William finally-finally-lowers his own, giving him one slow grind that Brendon feels like he’s been waiting for for hours, but before Brendon can thrust up again, William’s lifting up Brendon’s legs and shifting back to where he was before, his cock just resting against Brendon’s ass.
William freezes again for nearly a whole minute, and Brendon squirms and pleads and digs his nails into William’s back until finally, finally, finally, William’s pressing into him, stretching him open and it’s hot and cold and amazing. Brendon thinks for a moment that he’s going to tear the skin off William’s back, but that’d be stupid, he’s a vampire, he’s stronger than that, and then William drives into him hard and Brendon loses his grip anyway, his hand dropping back down, his palms pressing into the mattress.
Once he’s started for real, William stops teasing, fucking him hard and fast until Brendon can feel it all the way to the top of his head, and it’s perfect, so fucking perfect and complete and couldn’t get any better, but his mouth is still saying “More, more, more.” He wants to feel this for the rest of his life, his neck split open and his legs spread and a vampire, a vampire fucking him until he can’t breathe, everything he couldn’t have gotten if he’d stayed in his hometown with his goddamn family.
William takes another bite out of him, but this time, instead of just nibbling or licking at the wound like he’s been doing all fucking night, he sucks, and Brendon can feel the pull, the tug of his blood racing to meet William’s mouth, draining him until he starts to see spots, and this, this is what he needs, that sudden rush of the sensation of giving his blood and the weird euphoria that comes with all vampire bites and the adrenaline rush when he realizes he could die like this, William could keep sucking until he’s empty, all of it melts together into this feeling of perfect perfect perfect.
It’s too much, everything too intense for him to handle, his vision’s blurred and black around the edges, and he’s babbling “Please, please, can I, I need-“ and moving his hand between his legs, trying to restrain himself from touching. But then William hums approvingly and inclines his head, just a little, mouth still on his neck, and Brendon’s barely touched his cock before he’s coming, hard and loud and shaking, and William has to hold him still.
Then there’s the odd feeling of his flesh knitting itself back together as William pulls his mouth off the wound to start licking at it, but it’s dull and muted, the way everything is after a bite like that. Even William’s cock in his ass doesn’t feel as intense, but it’s still good, like fucking while he’s drunk but a million times better. It even feels warmer now, the icy cold of William’s skin subsiding as Brendon’s blood starts to become part of William’s body, and it’s the most bizarre and wonderful feeling, being the one that makes William go hot around him.
William’s got his face in the spot just under Brendon’s ear, now, whispering things that sound quiet and incoherent and possibly in another language. Brendon can’t understand a word, but he nods his head, willing to go along with anything William says at this point, and then William’s grabbing his hips and pulling himself as deep inside as he can before going still, letting out a long, harsh breath, and Brendon can feel him coming even through the haze of everything, feel his cock twitch and pulse until he’s finally pulling out, leaving a sticky mess.
Brendon tries to sit up, but he gets dizzy before he can even lift his head, and he stays down, eyes shut. He feels too good to move, anyway.
At least, until there’s another bite on his neck, and Brendon’s eyes shoot back open, because ow, he’s not in the mood anymore, but he can’t push William away, not in his state.
Especially when William starts sucking his blood again.
“Hey,” he says weakly, because he’s lost too much blood tonight already, if William wants another night, then he’s going to have to-
Brendon’s vision starts to fade, black splotches appearing in the corners and working themselves in.
William’s going to kill him.
He tries to reach behind him, under the pillow-he knew this was going to happen one day, so he always puts a gun and a crucifix under the pillow before going out, but the vampire-bite euphoria’s hitting him again, and he can’t do anything but groan and wriggle his arm limply.
“Shhh,” William hisses between mouthfuls. “It’ll be easier like this, if you're almost empty.”
“Wha-“ Brendon can’t even speak in full sentences, he’s just trying to shake himself out his current mental state and find his gun. Fuck, fuck, how could he let this happen?
“I like you, Brendon Urie,” William says into the hole in his neck. “I don’t just follow any needy human home, you know. I’ve been planning this since I saw you.” He sits up, and Brendon should be using his new freedom to grab under the pillow, but-
William’s eyes are glowing. At least, that’s what it looks like, the only light in the blackness of his blood-starved vision, and Brendon can’t look away. It’s like what he’d done before, just stared at Brendon until he felt like he wanted to just live in William’s eyes, but it’s more direct now. More purposeful. William’s going to give him an order, and Brendon’s going to follow it without question.
William brings his wrist to his mouth, Brendon can see by what looks like the light of his eyes, and bites, drops of blood spilling out over both sides-Brendon’s blood? William’s blood? He doesn’t know, doesn’t care, he just wants to know what William’s going to do. There’s a small part of his brain that’s still telling him to move, get the gun, shoot him, you’re going to die, but William wouldn’t want that. William doesn’t want him to move, just to watch and do as he says.
He puts a hand on the back of Brendon’s head and lifts it up, then holds his bloodied wrist to Brendon’s mouth.
“Drink.” He feels the word more than hears it, and it pounds through his whole head like it’s the only one he knows.
Brendon holds his lips to the cut, takes one deep breath, in and out, and sucks.
I wrote porn.
Okay no this isn't actually the first porno I've ever written (AS YOU MAY KNOW) but it's the first one I'm posting unanonymously. Mostly because a) I'm not technically done with the one I wrote for the kink meme, b) Another one is in the same universe as the one for the kink meme, and c) THE REST OF MY PORN IS CONTAINED IN GIANT STOCKHOLMFIC OF GIANT, which should finish itself now please ugh.
So yeah, in the meantime, have some really ridiculously self-indulgent vampire porn I wrote for no reason the other night! One day I'll post like, Killjoys fic or something. /o\ \o/ /o\
Before All the Stains
RATED...NC-17 HOLY SHIT WHAT HAVE I BECOME
Pairing: Vampire!William/Brendon
Warnings: Vampires, THAT MEANS BITING AND BLOOD AND BITING AND MESMERISM AND BITING, incredibly self-indulgent, gratuitous italics, kind of a rush job don't read it. Also, fucking. \o/?
Disclaimer: THIS? THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN. William is not a vampire and Brendon is probably not as much of a whiny little bottom as I say he is. Probably.
Summary: Brendon's used to taking vampires home, but this one's a little different.
Notes: Pre-16C, before William really came to power, idk 1st_eggokage and I kind of magically decided it's in the 80s or something.
The guy’s name is William, and he has long fingers and pale skin and wears bizarre anachronistic clothing and is pretty much everything Brendon’s looking for.
Brendon finds him in one of his usual ways, sitting alone at a two-person table in the coffee shop on the east side of town, wearing a shirt that accentuates his neck and raising an eyebrow at anyone who looks vaguely vampiric.
This time, the guy walks over to him the second they lock eyes, which Brendon takes to be a good sign. The ones who can tell what he wants are a lot easier to handle than the ones he has to play guessing games with.
“I’m William Beckett,” the man says as he sits down across from Brendon. “And you look like you want something.”
Brendon stares back at him, smiling carefully-not too nervously, not too shyly, just enough to let him know he’s on board. “I’m Brendon Urie. You want a drink?”
They’re out of the coffee shop within minutes, Brendon leading the way back to the hotel room he’s booked for the night-that’s one precaution he always takes, not letting them know where his apartment is-though it feels more like Brendon’s following him. William even holds the door for him.
Brendon’s shoved against the wall the second the door’s shut, William’s mouth already on his neck, and Brendon groans his appreciation, his hands wandering to start looking for the buttons on William’s clothing.
William’s much more efficient with that, stripping them both naked in what seems like seconds before moving Brendon to the bed, holding him by the hips and biting his neck-not enough to make it bleed, not like he knows William wants to, but it feels so fucking good and he’s been waiting for this all day, he’ll take any little bite.
But after a few minutes of that, lying there and letting William nip and suck, he can’t take it anymore. He’s hard and waiting and he just wants, wants William to bite harder or touch his cock or anything, anything, but mostly he just wants-
“Fuck me,” Brendon gasps out, and William takes his teeth off Brendon’s neck to glare at him, nostrils flaring.
“I’ll be giving the orders, here,” William hisses, shoving Brendon’s hips against the mattress, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him in his life.
“Please,” Brendon moans, like an amendment, an apology, and William seems almost appeased.
“I think I will fuck you, human boy,” William purrs as he moves his hands up to Brendon’s shoulders, spreading Brendon’s legs with one of his knees. “Right now.”
Brendon shudders, and he wants to just rock into him right now, right now, but then the rest of his brain catches up with the implications of what William’s saying and, wait, no, ow. He opens his mouth to protest, but then William’s cock is brushing up against his ass and his words turn into a soft moan.
“Unless you want me to open you up, first,” William says, his body starting to move away from Brendon, which makes him whine and arch for him even while his brain is saying listen to him! “Do you want me to? I know you humans are fragile there. Ask for it nicely and I might.”
“Please,” Brendon groans, because it’s the first word that comes to mind. “Please, I-“
“Please what? Speak up, now.”
“Please, your-fingers first, need to be stretched, bottle’s in the top drawer, please.”
“Good enough,” William says, reaching for the dresser by the bed. Brendon hates this, hates his stupid human limitations and his stupid human ass, but he doesn’t really want to be bleeding anywhere that isn’t his neck.
The first finger’s cold, not just lube-cold but the kind of vampire-cold that reminds him why he does this, why he wanders the city at night and risks his life instead of just finding a nice human girlfriend like he would have if he’d stayed at home. It makes his ass clench and his whole body shudder and he moans, too loud for a shitty hotel but louder than he would be able to in his shitty apartment, so he doesn’t care.
The second and third come fast, almost too fast, and he has to breathe through the stretch and burn, squeezing his eyes shut and just feeling. William’s mouthing at his neck again, licking the bite marks he’d made earlier, the ones that broke the skin but didn’t bleed as much as Brendon normally likes. William must be an older vampire; most of them just take a bite and don’t stop sucking until Brendon reminds them that keeping him alive means they can do it again tomorrow night. William seems to have a lot more control, and it’s hot as hell.
“You know what I could do to you, human boy?” William asks, fucking him with three fingers almost idly. “I could snap my fingers and make you beg me to fuck you, without any of this. You’d be torn apart, broken, unable to walk for days, and you’d love every second of it.” He twists his fingers at a new angle, one that makes Brendon writhe and cling to the sheets, even if he still hasn’t hit that right there, right there spot.
“Or I could stop touching you,” William says, and Brendon whines at the very thought of losing this, and he pushes back harder against his fingers just to make sure he stays. William chuckles. “All I meant was that I could make you come without putting a hand on you. Did you know that?”
Brendon didn’t. None of the other vampires he found in the clubs, on the streets, they’d never mesmerized him, never waved their hands or looked him in the eye and tried to control him. He was starting to think that it was just another myth, like the bullshit garlic thing.
But when Brendon opens his eyes again, he looks William in the eyes and sees…he doesn’t know, there’s just something there, something that makes him want to lean forward and dive right into those eyes and stay there forever.
Then William blinks, and it’s gone, back to the normal vampiric intensity he’s used to. He smiles. “But it’s so much more interesting, without that. When you’re begging and pleading for me all on your own.” He leans in to whisper, “Perhaps another night,” and Brendon sucks in a breath-another night, another night, he loves those words so fucking much.
He’s so overwhelmed by his own thoughts that he almost forgets what William’s been doing until his fingers start to slide out, leaving him empty and clenching around air and needing. He untangles his fingers from the sheets and reaches for William, grasping at his shoulders and pulling, but William doesn’t budge.
“Tell me what you want,” William orders, staring down at him and making no move to touch him again.
“Please, I told you-“
“Tell me again.” The corner of his mouth is curled up a bit, amused. William’s laughing at him on the inside, Brendon can tell, but he doesn’t even care at this point, practically blind with want.
“Fuck me, please fuck me, I need you to-“
“How much do you need it? What would you do if I left, right now?”
Brendon lets out a noise that’s too close to a sob for him to even try to cling to his dignity. “I don’t-I don’t know, just please don’t go, I’ll do anything, anything-“
William swoops down and bites just above his collarbone, and Brendon’s pleading degenerates into incoherent moans and half-words, his hips thrusting uselessly until William finally-finally-lowers his own, giving him one slow grind that Brendon feels like he’s been waiting for for hours, but before Brendon can thrust up again, William’s lifting up Brendon’s legs and shifting back to where he was before, his cock just resting against Brendon’s ass.
William freezes again for nearly a whole minute, and Brendon squirms and pleads and digs his nails into William’s back until finally, finally, finally, William’s pressing into him, stretching him open and it’s hot and cold and amazing. Brendon thinks for a moment that he’s going to tear the skin off William’s back, but that’d be stupid, he’s a vampire, he’s stronger than that, and then William drives into him hard and Brendon loses his grip anyway, his hand dropping back down, his palms pressing into the mattress.
Once he’s started for real, William stops teasing, fucking him hard and fast until Brendon can feel it all the way to the top of his head, and it’s perfect, so fucking perfect and complete and couldn’t get any better, but his mouth is still saying “More, more, more.” He wants to feel this for the rest of his life, his neck split open and his legs spread and a vampire, a vampire fucking him until he can’t breathe, everything he couldn’t have gotten if he’d stayed in his hometown with his goddamn family.
William takes another bite out of him, but this time, instead of just nibbling or licking at the wound like he’s been doing all fucking night, he sucks, and Brendon can feel the pull, the tug of his blood racing to meet William’s mouth, draining him until he starts to see spots, and this, this is what he needs, that sudden rush of the sensation of giving his blood and the weird euphoria that comes with all vampire bites and the adrenaline rush when he realizes he could die like this, William could keep sucking until he’s empty, all of it melts together into this feeling of perfect perfect perfect.
It’s too much, everything too intense for him to handle, his vision’s blurred and black around the edges, and he’s babbling “Please, please, can I, I need-“ and moving his hand between his legs, trying to restrain himself from touching. But then William hums approvingly and inclines his head, just a little, mouth still on his neck, and Brendon’s barely touched his cock before he’s coming, hard and loud and shaking, and William has to hold him still.
Then there’s the odd feeling of his flesh knitting itself back together as William pulls his mouth off the wound to start licking at it, but it’s dull and muted, the way everything is after a bite like that. Even William’s cock in his ass doesn’t feel as intense, but it’s still good, like fucking while he’s drunk but a million times better. It even feels warmer now, the icy cold of William’s skin subsiding as Brendon’s blood starts to become part of William’s body, and it’s the most bizarre and wonderful feeling, being the one that makes William go hot around him.
William’s got his face in the spot just under Brendon’s ear, now, whispering things that sound quiet and incoherent and possibly in another language. Brendon can’t understand a word, but he nods his head, willing to go along with anything William says at this point, and then William’s grabbing his hips and pulling himself as deep inside as he can before going still, letting out a long, harsh breath, and Brendon can feel him coming even through the haze of everything, feel his cock twitch and pulse until he’s finally pulling out, leaving a sticky mess.
Brendon tries to sit up, but he gets dizzy before he can even lift his head, and he stays down, eyes shut. He feels too good to move, anyway.
At least, until there’s another bite on his neck, and Brendon’s eyes shoot back open, because ow, he’s not in the mood anymore, but he can’t push William away, not in his state.
Especially when William starts sucking his blood again.
“Hey,” he says weakly, because he’s lost too much blood tonight already, if William wants another night, then he’s going to have to-
Brendon’s vision starts to fade, black splotches appearing in the corners and working themselves in.
William’s going to kill him.
He tries to reach behind him, under the pillow-he knew this was going to happen one day, so he always puts a gun and a crucifix under the pillow before going out, but the vampire-bite euphoria’s hitting him again, and he can’t do anything but groan and wriggle his arm limply.
“Shhh,” William hisses between mouthfuls. “It’ll be easier like this, if you're almost empty.”
“Wha-“ Brendon can’t even speak in full sentences, he’s just trying to shake himself out his current mental state and find his gun. Fuck, fuck, how could he let this happen?
“I like you, Brendon Urie,” William says into the hole in his neck. “I don’t just follow any needy human home, you know. I’ve been planning this since I saw you.” He sits up, and Brendon should be using his new freedom to grab under the pillow, but-
William’s eyes are glowing. At least, that’s what it looks like, the only light in the blackness of his blood-starved vision, and Brendon can’t look away. It’s like what he’d done before, just stared at Brendon until he felt like he wanted to just live in William’s eyes, but it’s more direct now. More purposeful. William’s going to give him an order, and Brendon’s going to follow it without question.
William brings his wrist to his mouth, Brendon can see by what looks like the light of his eyes, and bites, drops of blood spilling out over both sides-Brendon’s blood? William’s blood? He doesn’t know, doesn’t care, he just wants to know what William’s going to do. There’s a small part of his brain that’s still telling him to move, get the gun, shoot him, you’re going to die, but William wouldn’t want that. William doesn’t want him to move, just to watch and do as he says.
He puts a hand on the back of Brendon’s head and lifts it up, then holds his bloodied wrist to Brendon’s mouth.
“Drink.” He feels the word more than hears it, and it pounds through his whole head like it’s the only one he knows.
Brendon holds his lips to the cut, takes one deep breath, in and out, and sucks.