Title: ‘Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional)’ [7/24]
Author: JenJM (me)
Author: JenJM (me)
Pairing: Gabe/William, Mikey/William, Pete/Patrick, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer and many a few others.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Mikey Way, others. Pretty much everyone from Cobras, Academy, FOB and MCR. Plus Maja Ivarsson of The Sounds, and I can tell you Green Day will appear somewhere along the way.
Word count: 96,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, all the stuff you can find in a story where people kill vampires and vice versa. But this vampires have sense of humor.
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, all the stuff you can find in a story where people kill vampires and vice versa. But this vampires have sense of humor.
Disclaimer: Gabe and William aren’t mine ç_ç they belong to each other themselves. Actually no one in here belongs to me, and it’s so sad.
I really don’t mean to offend anyone and nothing of what I wrote in this story is to be considered real, it’s all fiction.
Author’s Notes: Pete being a vampire and hunting others vampires is kinda taken from FOB’s video for “Sixteen candles”, all the other stuff is a product of my twisted mind.
Title from Cobra Starship’s “Prostitution is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional)”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
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nejem
nejemSummary: “In his late years, Gabe Saporta had come to consider himself a peaceful, harmless, even funny vampire. He rarely killed anyone, when he fed he always left his victims where they could be easily found and rescued, and sure thing he never wanted to be part of any clan ever again.” But his plans are ruined when he gets caught by a vampire hunters clan led by Pete Wentz, and things take an interesting path when William Beckett, a young hunter, becomes his jailer. Meanwhile Ryan Ross gets kidnapped by someone they didn’t expect to see again, and the clan has to find him before it’s too late.
Crossposted. Like, a lot.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Crossposted. Like, a lot.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
“I’m pretty sure there was some kind of rule about knocking.” Gabe raised an eyebrow as Mike entered his room and Sisky closed the door after him.
“You son of a bitch.” Mike hissed, reaching the vampire and raising the hand that hold a little knife soaked in dead man’s blood.
“What the fuck?” Gabe didn’t expect that move and tried to dodge it, but Mike managed to graze his forearm, leaving some of the blood in the wound. “Fuck!” Gabe brought his hand to his arm and cursed as the venom started to spread quickly. It wasn’t a lethal amount, but it burned through his system like acid, weakening considerably his defenses.
“You fuckin’ used him to feed!” Mike grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, taking another knife and pressing it against Gabe’s naked chest, burning his skin and causing him to shout.
“If you touch him again I'm gonna rip you in so many pieces your friends won't be able to count them.” Mike pressed again the blessed blade against Gabe’s skin, seeing him try to repress another cry. “Did you hear me?” He pressed harder and Gabe released an affirmative scream as his skin was deeply burned.
Mike let him go and the vampire fell on the ground, his hand going to the wounds on his abdomen as he stifled another yell. Without a word the hunter reached a wide-eyed Sisky and opened the door, heading outside.
Sisky followed him with a mix of worry and shock on his face. “Mike you…” He shook his head, following his friend in the corridor. “You tortured him!”
“That’s not torture, trust me.” Mike didn’t look at the younger boy as he talked. “I just made sure he got the message.”
~~
“Will you ever let me kiss you again?” Brendon asked without raising his gaze from the knife he was cleaning.
“You have no idea how much I want you to kiss me.” Ryan stood from the bed, going to the window and looking outside. “But I just want to prot--”
“You know what?” Brendon interrupted him, slamming the knife on the desk and standing. “I’m sick tired of this shit.” He reached Ryan and looked at him in the eye. “You can’t protect me so stop being so damn stubborn.”
“How do you think I feel?” Ryan retorted, shaking his head. “You think it’s easy for me? I’ve been…” He didn’t finish his sentence and tried to turn away, but Brendon stopped him.
“You’ve been what?”
“I’ve been remembering stuff, about you, about us.” Ryan looked at his boyfriend, close to tears. “I remembered everything and I’ve been hiding it, hoping it could make everything easier.”
“You…” Brendon’s hands moved to the sides of Ryan’s face. “You remember?”
Ryan nodded and despite his resistance Brendon pulled him in a bruising kiss, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent tears from falling.
“It doesn’t change the fact that I could kill you.” Ryan whispered on his lips, but didn’t push him away.
“I don’t give a fucking damn.” Brendon showed a little smile and rested his forehead on Ryan’s. “You remember.” His smile turned into a serious expression and his gaze locked with Ryan’s worried one. “As soon as this mess is over, I’ll ask Pete to turn me.”
“Are you crazy?” Ryan’s eyes widened and he broke the embrace, looking at Brendon. shocked.
“There’s nothing you can do or say to make me change my mind.” Brendon shook his head and Ryan reached him, cupping the boy’s face with his hands. “Living without you is not an option.”
“Don’t throw your soul away for me, Bren.” Brendon saw the hurt in Ryan’s eyes and heard desperation and sadness in his voice, but simply shook his head.
“My soul doesn’t exist without you.” The hunter replied, lifting his head so his lips barely touched Ryan’s. At the vampire’s shocked gaze he smiled. “Okay, that was a little sappy.” Brendon admitted with a little smirk. “But it’s the truth.”
“Are you serious about it?”
“Never been so serious about something.” Brendon kissed him again as his hands ran down his boyfriend’s sides. He grabbed Ryan’s thighs just below his ass and lifted him, his legs immediately circling Brendon’s waist.
The kiss turned hungrier and frantic as Brendon walked towards the bed, feeling Ryan’s hands in his hair. He laid the vampire down and broke for air, smiling. “You done with all that protective shit?”
“Shut up and kiss me right the fuck now.” Ryan almost growled, grabbing Brendon’s shirt and pulling him down on top of him.
“I’ll take it as a yes.” Brendon managed to say before Ryan’s mouth closed on his again.
~~
William reached Gabe’s room and knocked softly, waiting for a reply. They had talked the previous day and William had told him about Mikey; for some reason he’d felt the need to tell him.
He didn’t know why, but he needed to talk again to the vampire, and he was sure Gabe was going to appreciate the bottle of fresh blood William had taken from Pete’s stash.
When Gabe’s tired voice told him to go in, he sensed something was wrong. He saw Gabe sitting on the floor and knew he had been right.
“What the hell happened?” William rushed inside and looked at Gabe’s wounds, alarmed. “Who did this?”
“I’m fine, Ryland’s taking care of these.” Gabe just muttered, closing his eyes. William turned his head confused and saw Ryland on the other side of the room.
“Dead man’s blood and blessed knives.” Ryland reached them with a serious expression, eyeing the bottle in William’s hands. “I’m pretty sure that fresh blood would help to fight the venom.”
William uncapped the bottle and handed it to Gabe, silently thankful he’d brought it. “Who did this?” He asked again as he watched Gabe drink avidly.
“He’s a stubborn bastard, he’s not gonna tell anyone.” Ryland raised an eyebrow, looking at the hunter. “Especially not you.”
“What?” William turned and looked at Gabe with a confused frown, the wounds on his chest healing slowly. “This happened ‘cause of me?”
“Just do me a favor.” Gabe muttered, closing his eyes and resting his head against the wall behind him. “Stay the hell away from me.” William’s eye widened and he tried to talk, but Gabe stopped him. “I don’t really feel like getting killed for a kid I barely know.”
“Gabe, what are you --”
“Out.” Gabe hissed, the wounds now completely healed. “You’re not deaf and you’re not stupid, so just go.”
William stood slowly, Gabe’s words leaving him shocked as he headed outside slowly. He stopped on the doorstep and looked back, feeling something in his chest shatter as Gabe didn’t even look at him.
~~
“You know, from the sounds I can hear from here I’m pretty sure Ryan and Brendon are having a hell of a good time.” Jon looked at Spencer, his ear pressed against the wall that divided their bedroom from Ryan and Brendon’s one. “With sex and all.”
Spencer was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, a few papers on his legs. “I guess Ryan told him he remembers.” He smiled at the surprise on his boyfriend’s face. “What? You really thought he could lie to Brendon for more than two days?”
“You got a point on that.” Jon grinned and focused back on the noises. “I think that was a moan.”
“I think that you eavesdropping on those two is sick.” Spencer glared at him and Jon rolled his eyes.
“I’m just happy they’re back together.” Jon shrugged and stepped away from the wall, reaching the bed slowly. “Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna get laid any time soon, right?”
“Right.” Spencer nodded and grinned wickedly. “A month is a long time.”
“Oh, c’mon Spence, you’re just being cruel.” Jon crawled on the bed on all four and showed his best puppy look to his boyfriend, complete with pout. “I’ll never call you a girl ever again.”
“That’s damn sure.” Spencer looked down at the papers, doing his best to hide his amusement.
Jon frowned and bit on his upper lip, watching his boyfriend try to work. Spencer always tried to work, even when he wasn’t supposed to, even when he had time off, but somehow always managed to spent most of his time with Jon. It was something Jon had noticed especially since their relationship had turned deeper than just the occasional fuck to release the tension after a hunt.
Suddenly he took the papers from Spencer’s legs and put them on the floor, under his boyfriend’s not totally convinced look.
“Jon, I still have the stitches, even if I said yes, it wouldn’t be a --” Spencer’s sentence died in his throat as Jon put a finger on his lips, leaning forward.
“I love you.” Jon whispered before nibbling gently at Spencer’s lower lip, starting a slow, almost playful kiss. With slow moves he made Spencer lie down on his back, and lied with him, careful not to touch his stitches.
“You’re very good at corrupting me.” Spencer’s lips touched Jon’s with every movement and Jon felt shivers run down his spine.
“I’m not trying to corrupt you right now.” Jon smiled sweetly at him, his fingers reaching for Spencer’s hand. “I’m just so damn happy to be here with you.”
Spencer seemed truly surprised by those words, and smiled back, resting his forehead against Jon’s. “I love you too.”
Without a word Jon slowly broke the embrace and started to lift Spencer’s shirt. “I’m just checking the stitches, I won’t molest you.” Jon grinned and moved the bandage slightly to the side, revealing a healing wound. “Looks better.”
“Feels better.” Spencer nodded, his eyes never moving away from Jon’s now serious face, a little smile never leaving his lips. “I love it when you’re like this.”
“Like what?” Jon looked up, fixing Spencer’s shirt.
“Just you.” Spencer brought his hand to Jon’s hair, trailing his fingers through it. “No tough hunter mask, no idiotic hormonal kid mask, just you. Just my Jon.”
“Your Jon?” Jon asked with a smile, surprised he liked that much the sound of those words coming from his boyfriend’s lips.
“My Jon.” Spencer repeated, a light blush on his cheeks, his blue eyes finding Jon’s dark ones.
Jon smiled widely and nodded, burying his face in the crook of Spencer’s neck, placing soft kisses. “Your Jon.” He muttered, and if Spencer hadn’t felt Jon’s lips on his skin he would have thought he’d imagined it. But he hadn’t, and it made his heart skip a beat. “Get some rest.” Jon whispered, his hand finding Spencer and entwining their fingers. His Jon.
~~
Pete lied in his bed, wearing only a pair of boxer, eyes closed as the music filled his head. They were supposed to put together a plan the following day, a real one, and for a few minutes he just wanted to relax and enjoy the soon-to-be-gone peace.
Patrick was sitting at the small piano he’d wanted in their bedroom, fingers moving slowly on the keys. For once, he didn’t have his hat on, but he was wearing his boxers and one of Pete’s t-shirts with some band’s name printed on it. Despite being one of the oldest vampires existing, and the boss of a hunters clan, Pete seemed to love dressing like an over-hormonal teenager who got off on rock bands.
Pete opened his eyes when he heard Patrick hum slowly along with the music. He silently hoped Patrick started to sing, but it didn’t happen. The werewolf rarely sang and Pete just craved those occasions, loving every moment of it; Patrick’s voice was one of the few things he was going to remember forever. Along with Patrick’s rare wide smile, the one he reserved only for Pete, only for their nights, their life outside the hunting and the job.
“I’m a freaking lucky son of a bitch.” Pete realized he’d said that aloud only when Patrick stopped playing and turned to look at him.
“I thought you were sleeping.” The faint smile on Patrick’s lips was more than enough for Pete to confirm his thought.
“I was also having a very good dream.” Pete propped himself up on his elbows and grinned. “It was about my wonderful boyfriend coming back to bed and kissing me.”
Patrick chuckled as he stood slowly, sincerely amused. “Sometimes you’re really sappy, you know that?”
“You love me.” Pete smiled as Patrick lied next to him. “You love me so much that you’re abou--”
Patrick didn’t let him finish the sentence and kissed him, his hand pushing Pete’s chest gently until he was lying on his back again. As the kiss deepened the hand started to trail the tattoo that crossed Pete’s collarbones like a loose necklace. Patrick remembered when Pete had gotten that, it was shortly before they met Jon Walker for the first time, in one of the worst streets in Chicago, facing a couple of werewolves on his own. It had been two years before.
“I should get a new tattoo.” Pete smiled as they broke the kiss. “What about ‘Property of Patrick Stump’?”
“What about ‘Property of Patrick Stump, Mikey fucking Way keep your filthy hands off’?” Patrick proposed with a grin, and Pete laughed, trailing his hand into Patrick’s soft hair.
“There’s only one part of my body long enough to write all that, and I don’t think I want a tattoo there.” Pete grinned and it was Patrick who laughed this time.
“Are you able to actually have a conversation without mentioning your penis?” Patrick laughed again and Pete looked at him with a smile, memorizing every frame of that laughter.
“I’ll try.” Pete grinned and placed a kiss on Patrick’s forehead. “But you know he’s an attention whore.”
“He’s not the whore, trust me.” Patrick grinned at the pout on Pete’s lips, and chuckled, shaking his head. “I love you.”
Pete smiled and nibbled at Patrick’s lower lip. “I love you too, wolfie.”
“Don’t call me like that.” Patrick snorted and tried to hide a smile.
“Play some more?” Pete nodded towards the piano and Patrick nodded, placing a last kiss on Pete’s lips before standing.
~~
Later that day
“Was all that really necessary?” William asked as he stormed into the room without even knocking.
“What, the knocking part you skipped?” Pete frowned, walking towards the boy. “Nah, don’t worry about it, I’m just the boss here.”
“I’m talking about Gabe.” William saw Patrick turn to look at him from his seat at the piano on the other side of the bedroom. “Why the hell did you have to do that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Pete shrugged, clearly not understanding. “I did nothing he didn’t deserve.”
“How can you…” William looked at him like he’d grown two heads, then without warning he jumped the vampire, trying to hit him on the face. Pete dodged William’s punch and grabbed the hunter’s skinny wrists, holding them easily in one hand against William’s back.
“What the hell?” Pete held the boy without effort as he tried to break free. “What the fuck has gotten into you?”
“First you torture him and then you ask what the fuck has gotten into me?” William stilled and tried to turn to look at Pete.
“I did what?” Pete let go of William’s wrists and Patrick stood from the piano, his frown deepening.
“You burned him with blessed knives and gave him dead man’s blood, how d’you call it?” William shook his head, unbelieving.
“When the hell did that happen?” Pete’s eyes widened and the surprise on his face startled William.
“You mean…it wasn’t…” William looked at Patrick, then at Pete. The first was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, the vampire had only his pajama pants on. The sheets on the bed were a mess and it was probable the two of them had been having sex not long before. “You didn’t do that?”
“Of course I didn’t.” Pete shook his head, angry. “I’m not a coward, the day I’ll kill Saporta I’ll do it with my bare hands and nothing more.”
“If you’ll ever kill him.” Patrick added with a raised eyebrow. “He’s one of the team now.”
“Whatever.” Pete winced at the word ‘team’ but didn’t say anything about that. “When did it happen?”
“A couple of hours ago, I guess.” William looked much calmer now, but Pete could feel he was still tense and furious. “I went to his room and I found him like that. Ryland was helping him.” William tried to ignore the way his heart clenched remembering Gabe’s words. “Whoever did this wanted him to stay away from me.”
“Well, I’ll find out who did it and thank them personally.” Pete raised his eyebrows, gaining a glare from Patrick.
“Right.” William nodded slowly, chuckling unhappily. “Why did I even hope for something different from you?”
“What?” Pete asked angrily, looking directly into William’s eyes. “You want me to say I’m happy about your stupid crush on that son of a bitch?”
“I guess you won’t have to worry about that anymore.” William headed outside and slammed the door, not looking back.
~
Pete knocked on the door but didn’t wait the answer before opening.
“Little Bill ran to cry in daddy’s lap?” Gabe asked from the bed, looking at Pete with a fake smile.
“Who did this?” Pete ignored the question and held the other vampire’s gaze.
“That’s not any of your business.” Gabe narrowed his eyes and studied Pete’s reaction.
“Was it Mikey?” Pete asked, determined to find out more.
“What if I told you it was one of your boys?” Gabe grinned smugly and stood from the bed, reaching Pete. “Would you give him a medal or what?”
“Give me a name.” Pete kept looking at him straight in the eye and saw Gabe’s face turn serious.
“No.” Gabe simply said, his expression unreadable.
“Whoever did this, you could have stopped them even with the venom in your system.” Pete raised an eyebrow, suspicious. “You didn’t, though.”
“Just leave it alone.” Gabe’s jaw tightened and he looked deadly serious. “I don’t want William to know, so I’m not telling you either.” There was a long pause, then Gabe sighed. “Don’t worry, he’ll stay away from me now.”
“What did you tell him?” Pete was sincerely surprised by the other vampire’s words.
“The truth.” Gabe shoved his hands in the pockets of the purple hoodie. “To stay the hell away ‘cause I don’t wanna get into trouble for him.”
“You’re an asshole. He was probably the only one in here who trusted you.” Pete shook his head, unbelieving.
“Why do you think I said that stuff?” Gabe showed a sarcastic smile and Pete studied him for a few seconds.
“You just sent him straight back into Mikey’s arms, you know that?” Pete asked with a frown, not sure he understood the situation.
“Mikey can protect him better than I do.” Gabe simply said, inwardly hating himself for treating William like that.
“Trust me, Mikey’s all Bill needs to be protected from.” Pete didn’t wait for a reply and walked out, closing the door slowly.
~~
“Mike, we should tell Pete.” Sisky whispered, worried. “I mean, Bill’s gonna get mad and --”
“And what?” Mike asked, angry. “That fucker bit him, he deserved what he got.”
“Maybe your friend let Saporta bite him.” A voice proposed from the doorstep. “Have you considered that?” Gerard asked with a smug grin.
“Bill would never do something like that.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Gerard grinned wider and took a seat next to the fireplace. “Not that I’m complaining, though. I like your friend better in my brother’s bed than in Saporta’s.”
“No offence, but I don’t like it either way.” Mike replied with a serious expression on his face.
“Too bad, ‘cause I’m pretty sure that thanks to your trick Mikey will get laid pretty soon.”
“Bill’s not that weak.” Sisky shook his head, determined.
“It’s not about being weak, kid.” Gerard leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees, the light from the fire reflecting on his pale skin and making him look scarier. “It’s about needing to feel alive, to feel wanted. Even if it’s the wrong guy.” He grinned and looked at the two boys, slowly relaxing back in the couch. “I mean, he didn’t trust you enough to tell you the truth about the bite. That really says quite something about your friendship.”
“So what, now it’s our fault if he offered himself as a meal?” Mike asked, trying to restrain his rage.
“Maybe he didn’t have a choice.” Gerard shrugged, the smirk never leaving his lips. “Or maybe it was something more than a simple meal, and you ruined something good.” Gerard sighed, faking disappointment. “Well, too bad Saporta’s actually one of the good guys now.”
“William can take care of himself.” Sisky narrowed his eyes, but inside him he felt the worry for his friend grow. “He won’t give up to Mikey again.”
“Even damn good hunters like your friend need to let go and forget everything for a while, kid.” Gerard’s eyes focused on Sisky’s now unsure ones. “Like I said, you have all my appreciation for getting my little brother laid.”
Mike stood from his seat and stormed out of the door, biting on his tongue do stifle a harsh ‘fuck off’. He hated the way Gerard Way seemed to know every-fucking-thing, but it wasn’t like he could start a fight. Sisky hesitated, then headed outside as well, taking the opposite direction.
~~
William opened the door of Mikey’s room without knocking, storming inside and ignoring Frank’s presence. Ignoring all that wasn’t his need to forget everything for a while. And Mikey had always been damn good at making him forget.
“Well, next time you complain about me not knockin--” The end of Mikey’s sentence died in his throat as William reached him and pulled him in an angry kiss.
“Okay, guys…I think that’d be my cue to leave.” Frank chuckled, amused by Mikey’s surprised face. “Have fun and don’t get him pregnant.”
Mikey muttered something, but his focus was on William and he just waved at Frank to go the hell away. Once his friend had closed the door Mikey broke the kiss, his hand gripping William’s chin.
“I thought you said no more sex.”
“Shut up and fuck me.” William whispered against his mouth, nibbling at his lower lip. “And don’t even think about saying no, you owe me this.”
“I’d never say no to you, sunshine.” Mikey grinned wickedly as he pushed William on the bed and climbed on top of him. “Tell me, what d’you want?”
“You know what I want.” William looked up at him and attacked Mikey’s jaw with his lips and teeth, slowly reaching the vampire’s ear. “Just fuck me and make me scream.”
“This is the William Beckett I know.” Mikey whispered with a smirk before closing his mouth on William’s, grinding down against him.
~~
N/A: So, trouble in sight for Gabilliam. And Mikey is back in the game.
And yeah, I do enjoy making them suffer. Poor boys. LOL
Not much to say for this chapter. I expect to be threatened and stuff, so go ahead. LOL
One thing more…I just wanna thank you for your wonderful support. Really, you guys are ten kinds of awesome, leaving so many comments. I seriously love you. <333333
So yeah, see you soon, people. ;)
JM
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