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Pete was just finishing the painstaking process of lining his waterline with dark black shadow when he heard a soft knock against his doorframe.
“You almost done in here man?” Pete easily recognized Patrick’s voice, and turned around to address him.
“Yeah, yeah just gimme one sec I’ve just gotta get my shoes on,” he says as he finishes his liner and sets down the angled brush.
Patrick nods and leaves Pete to finish his business. Pete gets up from his desk and sits on the floor to pull on his black (slightly platformed) combat boots. He gets back up to take one last look at himself in his mirror before flicking off the light and closing the door. He swiftly treads down the stairs where he sees the rest of his bandmates patiently waiting for him so they could all leave. He smiles softly to himself, seeing all his friends waiting together like a little family.
“Alright,” he announces to the group, clapping his hands together to further bring his presence to their attention, “Let’s get going, don’t want that party starting without us!”
Joe, Patrick, and Andy all made their own little noises in agreement, and Patrick led the group to the door, opening it so they could all file through. Pete was the last to leave, so Patrick walked by his side after closing the door.
“Hey man,” he started, “I heard that one band My Chemical Romance is gonna be at the party tonight.”
Pete smiled and nodded back at Patrick, “Oh yeah, I remember them from Warped. Their sets were fucking sick!”
“Totally!” Patrick agreed, then walked around the band’s car to hop into the driver’s seat. Andy called shotgun while Joe and Pete climbed into the back seats of the car. The band was excited to finally have a fun night out together after having a summer full of stressful (yet fun) touring. Thankfully, the address Patrick had gotten was only about 10 minutes from their house. Before they had even pulled up to the front of the house, Pete could hear pounding music coming from inside. After they parked a little ways down the street (since there were already several cars parked outside of the house) the band all climbed out of the car and walked to the front. Pete could already see about twenty people hanging outside of the house, and could only assume even more were inside. He stood still for a second, taking in the sight of the large house (and the large number of people), and then followed the rest of his band inside.
After the gang all grabbed drinks from the punch bowl they found in the kitchen, they regrouped in the living room, where there were the most people. They all subtly danced along to the house music blaring in the background while talking with each other, when Pete saw a flash of teal hair behind Andy. When he saw it again, he was able to catch the face that accompanied it, and Patrick’s words from earlier replayed in his head. Pete waved his hand in the direction of the teal hair, waving them over. Having caught their attention, the person, dressed in an all black cat costume, walked over to the group with several others following behind them.
“Hey! Gerard, right?” Pete asked.
“The one and only!” Gerard responded jokingly, “And you’re Pete, correct?”
“ Yeah! I caught a few of your guys’ sets back during Warped, you totally rocked!” Pete smiled back at him.
“Thanks man! Mikey and I watched a few of your sets ourselves! You guys are super talented!” Gerard put his arm around his brother as he spoke, the taller man smiling and waving awkwardly. Mikey’s appearance immediately caught Pete’s attention. He was thin and lanky, and dressed in all black and red. What held Pete’s attention the most was the striking blotch of blood smeared across Mikey’s mouth, signaling that he was dressed as a vampire. When Mikey’s tiny smile spread across his face, Pete even caught a quick glimpse of what he could assume were two plastic fangs peaking out from his top row of teeth.
“I dig your costume man, those teeth almost look real!” Pete said to Mikey.
“Haha yeah, Spirit Halloween really works wonders.” Mikey laughed nervously.
Gerard lightly pat Mikey on the shoulder, “I’m gonna go find Ray and Frank, you two have fun!” He winked and walked away from the other two.
Mikey nodded back at Gerard, and rolled his eyes at the wink.
Mikey then turned his attention back at Pete, fully processing what the other man was wearing. A black leather blazer, black t-shirt, black ripped jeans, and chunky combat boots. If it weren’t for the trademark stitches and bolts on Pete’s neck, Mikey probably wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was supposed to be Frankenstein due to the lack of green face paint. Mikey’s eyes landed back on his neck, his gaze lingering just slightly too long for comfort. Pete’s hand rubbed the back of his neck out of nervous habit.
Mikey snapped out of his almost trance-like state, “I like your costume too, the bolts were a nice touch” Mikey gestured toward Pete’s neck.
Pete smiled back at him, “Oh thanks, it was kind of last minute. Just rummaged through my closet ‘till I found something that could be passed off as a costume.”
Mikey nodded. They sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence, both being too awkward to come up with something to talk about.
“Hey, how about we go dance? I know the DJ. I could get him to put on some actually good music,” Pete seemed to suddenly remember what people were supposed to do at parties.
“Sure, sounds good. I'll wait for you here.” Mikey said, then Pete disappeared into the crowd.
After harassing the poor DJ that Pete claimed to “know” he got them to add a few songs that Pete thought Mikey may enjoy into the mix. Pete came back to see Mikey gently swaying and bobbing his head to the pounding tunes. Pete went over to join him, and they spent the next couple hours dancing together, slowly but surely moving closer and closer to each other. After several songs had passed, Mikey and Pete were basically grinding against each other with how close they had gotten. At some point, Pete’s arms were lazily slung over Mikey’s shoulders, and in turn, Mikey lightly held Pete’s waist.
Pete looked up at Mikey, studying his features, taking note of his black and white glasses, pale skin, and the green and brown splotched in his irises. Pete noticed that Mikey wasn’t exactly making eye contact, and followed his gaze down to his own neck. He had this primal, almost hungry look in his gaze, and Pete could nearly taste the tension between himself and Mikey.
“Hey,” Pete started, but Mikey’s stare was still fixed upon his neck, so Pete took it upon himself to lean into Mikey's ear to make sure he would hear his words, “Are you okay man? You seem kinda distracted.”
Mikey blushed as Pete got right up against his ear, seemingly snapping out of his trance-like state. As Pete spoke, he could feel Mikey’s hot, heavy breath against his neck, as if he was about to take a bite of his favorite meal. Mikey waited a beat before speaking.
“Y-yeah all good here man, no need to worry,” Mikey said, leaning slightly lower to speak into the other man’s ear.
Mikey moves back, biting his lip slightly out of nervousness, sharp fangs peaking through. This action caught Pete’s attention, and his eyes flicked down to look at Mikey’s red, slightly shiny, lips. Pete licks his own lips in response, a small but sly smile painting his face. Pete leaned his forehead against Mikey’s shoulder as they swayed to the music together.
Another hour of near grinding, moving, and bopping to the music passed before either of them spoke again. This time Pete had kept his head right up against Mikey’s neck for the last few songs, which practically forced Mikey’s nose right against the artery nestled under Pete's neck. He once again felt the hot air coming from Mikey against the sensitive skin of his neck, which sent a shiver down his spine.
Pete slightly turned his head to meet Mikey’s ear once again, “Wanna go somewhere a little more private? I heard this place has like a million guest bedrooms.” Pete pulled his head back to gauge Mikey’s reaction.
Mikey, not trusting his voice, nodded eagerly back at Pete, and let a small smirk crawl across his mouth. Pete smiled widely back at him, and grabbed his wrist to tug him away from the crowd. After treading a flight of stairs, and taking a couple twists and turns down a hallway, the pair found an unoccupied bedroom. Pete opened the door, and Mikey followed shortly after, barely having time to close the door before Pete pulled him in for a rough and needy kiss. Mikey sighed into the kiss, settling one hand into the back of Pete’s hair, and placing the other firmly onto his right hip. Pete, on the other hand, had both hands gripping either side of Mikey’s face, desperate to keep him in kissing distance. The kisses quickly started getting sloppier, fully engrossed in each other’s saliva. Mikey’s lips moved away from Pete’s, slowly travelling across his cheek, then his jaw, all the way down to Pete’s jugular. He dragged his tongue over the crook of Pete’s neck, then quickly latched down on the spot he just coated. As Mikey sucked on that spot on his neck, Pete could feel Mikey’s fangs brush against his skin, leaving small red marks in their wake. The feeling of the plastic? Resin? In all honesty, Pete didn’t know anymore, but he didn’t care. The sharp feeling of the fangs against his neck was enough to get blood rushing south of his brain. He bit his lip hard to try and suppress any noises that might escape him, and end up alerting people outside of the room.
Suddenly, Pete felt the cool rush of air against his neck as Mikey pulled away from his neck, breathing heavily.
“What’s wrong, why’d you stop?” Pete was breathless and flushed.
Mikey, somehow, was in worse shape than himself. He was drawing in ragged breaths through his open mouth, thick saliva was slowly making its way down his chin, his face covered in a prominent blush, sweat dripping down his forehead, and this odd, dark look in his eyes. He wiped his sleeve across his chin before speaking.
“I can’t, I have to go-” Mikey cut himself off to whip around and attempt to open the door. Before he could grab the knob, however, Pete quickly reached forward to trap Mikey’s wrist in his hand.
“Dude, please, you could at least tell me what’s wrong.” Pete looked at him with pleading eyes.
Mikey shook his head, waving his free hand to say ‘no’, “I can't, it's too risky. I could hurt you.”
Pete’s eyebrow quirked up at this statement, “What do you mean?” The promise of pain almost excited Pete.
Mikey looked at the man tightly grasping his wrist, then looked at the door, and finally looked back at Pete. His thoughts, and heart, raced at a million miles a minute. Was he really about to tell this guy a secret that only his brother and closest friend knew about? Despite this, he could not resist just how willing and open Pete seemed, his welcoming eyes being almost too good to be true.
“I, um..” He took a deep, quivering breath, “These fangs aren’t fake.”
Pete’s eyes widened and his brows furrowed. “You can’t mean..” His grip on Mikey’s wrist loosened dramatically.
“Look-” Mikey sighed, figuring it would be best to just show him, “They’re my real teeth,” he raised both of his hands up to face height, and tugged on each canine roughly, and neither budged.
Pete was shocked, to say the least, and he cupped a hand over his face both to gasp and to hide the blush that was quickly creeping across his cheeks.
“See, I shouldn’t have told you-” Mikey began to turn away again, but Pete stopped him.
“Think I’m scared of some sharp dentin?” Pete smirked before pulling Mikey into another heated kiss.
Mikey began to melt into Pete’s lips, before snapping back into his current reality.
“Listen, even if you don’t mind the whole sharp toothed, undead thing, I could still hurt you. I haven’t fed in nearly a week, and every time you pull me into one of those kisses all I can hear- all I can smell- is the blood pumping through you, and all I can feel is your heart pounding against my chest. I just- I can’t control myself.” Mikey covered his mouth with gapped fingers, almost acting as a muzzle, as he spoke.
Pete’s smirk only grew wider at that, “Like I said, I’m not scared. Kiss me, bite me, fuck eat me alive I don’t care. I need you, Mikey.” Pete’s voice had a breathy quality as he spoke.
Mikey roughly bit his own lip, drawing blood. “Fuck, seriously man, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into-”
Mikey was cut off by Pete grabbing the back of his neck and forcing Mikey’s face to meet his neck. “Go ahead, bite me like you really mean it”
It was barely a second after Pete moved Mikey’s head when he sunk his teeth in. All it took was one whiff of the sweet, fresh blood pumping just below Pete’s skin to make Mikey lose all control. The smell made his mouth fill with saliva, dripping down onto Pete’s neck after Mikey opened his mouth to expose his fangs. They quickly sunk into his neck, sharp pain shooting through Pete before melting away into sweet pleasure. Mikey’s saliva released this almost venom-like substance that seemed to make (almost) all the pain go away. The metallic rush of blood into his mouth made Mikey weak in the knees, and he gripped onto Pete’s shoulder and nape to keep his balance. Pete, however, had also gone weak in the knees due to bite, and he stumbled when Mikey gripped him. Thankfully, the bed was almost directly behind him, so he grabbed onto one of the posts so he wouldn’t completely fall down.
“M-mikey,” he started, tapping the taller man on the shoulder to signal him to stop. When he didn’t budge, he started again, slightly louder, “Mikey!” and he pushed as hard as he could despite his arms beginning to feel like lead.
Mikey ripped his head back, snapping out of the bloodlust that Pete had drawn out of him. He looked at Pete’s neck first, then his face, “Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to go that far!” his expression was sorrowful, clearly worried that he had hurt Pete.
“No, no it’s not that, just come here…” and with that, Pete grabbed Mikey’s wrist once more, and led him to the nearby bed.
Pete slowly sat onto the edge of the bed as he pulled Mikey closer. He used his grip on Mikey’s wrist to drag his face to his level, trapping his gaunt cheeks between his hands. Pete spotted a thick drop of blood running down Mikey’s chin, and sloppily licked it up before pulling him into a kiss. Mikey groaned at the taste of metal in Pete’s mouth, crouching down even lower to get a better angle into Pete’s mouth. He placed his right hand on the uninjured side of Pete’s neck, and put his other hand onto Pete’s waist. Once again, Mikey began kissing down his jaw, but with a more animalistic and hungry fervor. Mikey took his time working hickeys and small bites into the left side of Pete’s neck, leaving dark blooming purple in his wake. As Mikey obsessed over his neck, Pete shucked his jacket off to give Mikey better access. Pete could feel the hot pressure building beneath his belt, and squeezed his thighs together to relieve some of it. Mikey seemed to pick up on this neediness, and forced Pete’s thighs apart with his knee to place his own thigh between them. Pete groaned with gratefulness, and canted his hips down towards Mikey’s bony thigh.
“F-fuck, ah-” Pete tried to quiet himself by biting his lip, but between Mikey’s seemingly magic mouth and his thigh, Pete couldn’t help but let out a few noises.
Upon hearing these noises, Mikey felt encouraged to go even further. He pulled away from Pete’s neck for a moment to focus on undoing his belt, and then quickly undid his button and pulled down his zipper. Mikey immediately shoved his hand down Pete’s underwear, and made quick work of rubbing circles into his clit. Pete’s eyebrows scrunched together and his mouth fell open to let out short, soft moans. Mikey halted his movements to push his fingers further down Pete’s folds, feeling the wetness that had accumulated there. Mikey suddenly felt his mouth water even more.
“Holy shit dude, you’re like completely drenched,” he had a look of awe on his face when his eyes met Pete’s.
“I just had a totally hot vampire dude latched onto my neck, can you really blame me?” He smirked at the other man.
Mikey’s face formed into a soft smile at that, “I guess not.”
He placed one last intense kiss onto Pete’s lips before pulling his shirt up to his chest and kissing his way down Pete’s front. Mikey left a thick and shiny trail of saliva wherever he kissed, some kind of vampire trait, Pete had guessed. As he got lower, Mikey paid special attention to his bartskull tattoo, leaving several marks along Pete’s pelvis. Finally, Mikey reached Pete’s underwear, and he licked one long stripe up the front of the garment, stopping to mouth at Pete’s clit through the fabric.
“Ngh- Mikey c’mon, please…” Pete wiggled his hips towards Mikey’s face, trying to get him to hurry up.
Mikey rolled his eyes, but grabbed onto the waistband of Pete’s pants and underwear together, and quickly shucked them off his legs. After he discarded the denim somewhere behind him, Mikey looked up from his kneeling position, only to be met with a perfect view of Pete’s wet cunt. Mikey seemed completely entranced as he lifted his hands up to Pete’s thighs, using his thumbs to spread apart Pete’s folds. Mikey could feel the drool running down his chin as his lips softly parted, drinking in the sight of Pete’s perfect hole.
“Well don’t just stare at it, do something!” Pete exclaimed, thrusting his hips out towards Mikey’s face.
Mikey scowled and furrowed his brows at the attitude, snapping forward towards Pete’s leg to sink his fangs deep into his inner thigh. Pete yelped at the initial shock of pain, but Mikey could’ve sworn he caught a glimpse of Pete’s hole clenching in response to the pain.
“Well you said do something,” Mikey shrugged when he pulled back from Pete’s thigh.
“Come on, you knew what I meant…” Pete looked down at Pete with the most pleading expression he could muster, hoping to get his point across.
Mikey rolled his eyes at how overtly desperate Pete was being, but still moved his attention back to his pussy. Mikey approached his hole with his long tongue rolled out of his mouth, like he was going in for a bite. Instead of sharp fangs, however, Pete was met with warm, soft muscle. Mikey licked into Pete like he was a starving man, despite the fact that he had just eaten. Mikey made sure there was no spot untouched by his saliva, running his tongue diligently between each fold and crevice. He also paid special attention to Pete’s clit, licking it, sucking it, and lightly scraping it with his teeth. Each graze of Mikey’s pearly whites left Pete shuddering in pleasure, his hand darting out to grab onto Mikey’s hair. He pushed Mikey’s face even further into himself, trying to encourage him to keep playing with his clit. Despite this, Mikey moved his tongue further down. He eagerly entered Pete’s hole, lapping up all his juices happily.
“Fuck- Mikey. That tongue is magic I swear,” Pete’s thighs tensed around Mikey’s head as he felt himself getting closer.
Mikey only responded by licking even deeper into him, hitting a sweet spot that Pete often found himself forgetting about due to just how hard to reach it was. Mikey suddenly pulled his tongue out, making Pete whine in protest before he realized he was replacing his tongue with his even longer, spindly fingers. As he fingered Pete, Mikey’s mouth travelled back up to his clit, running his tongue all across the sensitive bud.
Pete started grinding his hips against Mikey’s face, “M-mikey, mikey, fuck… ‘m getting close,” He gripped Mikey’s hair even tighter, hoping to get more friction- more Mikey- as he felt the pressure in his lower stomach building up.
Pete’s knuckles become white as he holds onto the bedsheets for dear life once he cums. His abs, legs, and hole all clench simultaneously as Mikey continues to finger Pete through his orgasm, completely overwhelming his senses. The feeling is so intense Pete feels himself lose touch with reality as he blacks out near the end of his orgasm.
When Pete comes to, he feels something hot and stiff rutting up against his platformed boot. He uses the last of his strength to lift himself just enough to take a peek at what is going on. To his delight, he’s met with the tantalizing image of Mikey’s concentrated face as he ruts up against Pete’s boot to finish himself off. He can tell when Mikey starts to get closer, as his hips begin to stutter and he lets out soft, quick groans. As he came, Mikey left one last bite on Pete’s lower inner thigh, biting so hard he nearly tore the flesh off. He finally laments once he was fully spent, and was left gasping at Pete’s knees. Mikey looked up only to be met with an enraptured stare back from Pete. He smiles softly back at him.
“I guess vampires really can’t hurt me huh,” Pete said, followed by a mischievous giggle.
“Oh shut up Wentz,” Mikey said, exasperated, but found himself joining in on the giggling.