Title: ‘I slept with someone in the Wentz clan (And all I got was this hugeass mess about demons and weird spirits)’ [13/20]
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jen_jmPairing: Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer and a few many others.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Butch Walker, Greta Salpeter, others. Pretty much everyone from Cobras, Academy, FOB, Paramore, Green Day. Plus Maja Ivarsson of The Sounds, Bryce Avary, Pierre Bouvier and David Desrosiers from Simple Plan and many others will appear somewhere along the way.
Word count: 77,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, the same as the other one.
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, the same as the other one.
Disclaimer: no one in here belongs to me, they all belong to Pete Wentz themselves.
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: Sequel for Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional), so I suggest you read that one first, or you might not have a clue about what’s going on. Title from Fall Out Boy’s “I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and I got was this stupid song written about me”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
Beta: my dear and very patient nejem
nejemDedication: faechanand nejem, who are two of the most amazing human beings on the planet. They supported me through this, they never yelled at me when I started obsessing over a scene, or when I freaked out for a writer’s block. Thank you girls, you are wonderful.
faechanand nejem, who are two of the most amazing human beings on the planet. They supported me through this, they never yelled at me when I started obsessing over a scene, or when I freaked out for a writer’s block. Thank you girls, you are wonderful. Summary: “Guys.” Maja looked between Pete and Patrick. “I think we have a problem.”
“No.” Patrick shook his head, determined. “Repeat with me, Maja. Everything is perfectly fine.”
“We really have a problem.” Maja bit on her lower lip, actually a bit scared by Patrick’s glare. - Set one month after the epilogue of Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional).
Timeline here (I’ll keep it updated)
Wentz Manor maps here
Crossposted
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Wentz Manor maps here
Crossposted
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
“She’s telling the truth,” Butch admitted once the group had walked back in the house. “These fields won’t be enough to keep all those demons outside. We’ll need stronger magic.”
“Where can we find it?” Pete asked while Mikey walked downstairs.
“We can’t.” Butch shook his head, worried. “Only a few wizards would be able to create a solid defense against that kind of assault.”
“Like your mentor?” Bianca arched an eyebrow, looking right at the werewolf.
“Yeah,” Butch confirmed with a slightly surprised glance. “But I don’t think he’s gonna help us.”
“Why’s that?” Gabe asked, confused by those words.
“I kind of killed him,” Pete replied for him, not looking away from the werewolf.
“Oh,” Gabe just said and took a step back. “Ouch.”
“Yeah, something like that.” Butch glared at Pete, then turned to look at Maja. “Get Greta, Jack and that kid, Sisky, we need to put something together.”
“Good luck,” Pete said without irony, watching as the two of them walked away.
“What’s going on?” Mikey eventually asked, looking at their concerned faces.
“We’re under siege,” Patrick informed, biting on his lower lip. “We have four days, then it’s either give the book to Hayley or face an army of demons.”
“Why did I ask?” Mikey pinched the bridge of his nose, just as some of the others walked downstairs.
“I think this is one of those things that deserve a library updating conference.” Pete sighed and looked around. “Gather everyone, ghosts included.”
~~
Later that night
“They took it better than I thought.” Pete sat down on the bed, pursing his lips. “No one passed out.”
“We’re gonna make it.” Patrick chuckled and sat down behind him. “We have the book, and we have Butch.”
“He’s not strong enough.” Pete sighed, leaning back against Patrick. “The only living wizard who could possibly help us isn’t going to.”
“Then we’ll have to work with what we have.” Patrick rested his chin on Pete’s shoulder. “We went through a lot of bad shit, we’ll make it, one way or another.”
“How many of us will have to die?” Pete shook his head and closed his eyes, sounding desperate.
“I don’t know, Pete,” Patrick admitted with a sigh, his voice showing a trace of dejection.
“Maybe we should give her the book and keep the Manor,” Pete suggested, feeling Patrick tense against his back.
“And let millions of people die?” The werewolf sounded halfway between angry and unbelieving.
“I’m sick tired of this, Patrick.” Pete stood quickly, turning to face his mate. “I’m tired of waking up just to wonder if we’re gonna make it through the day, I’m tired of seeing people we love die, I’m tired of living every single minute terrified it could be the last one we spend together.”
“We can’t give her the book.” Patrick saw a couple of tears fall down Pete’s cheeks and felt his own eyes water too. “We can’t give up like this.”
“I don’t care, Patrick, I don’t--” Pete turned away, taking a deep, shaky breath. “I just want you to be safe.”
“You care, Pete. You know you do.” Patrick reached him and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn. “And you know that no matter what you decide to do, I’ll be with you.”
“Patrick--” Pete started, but the werewolf stopped him with a finger pressed to his lips.
“But the Pete Wentz I met three centuries ago, the Pete Wentz that went against every single rule just to be with me, the Pete Wentz I fell in love with… he would never let millions of people die because he’s fucking tired.” Patrick’s hand caressed Pete’s cheek softly, but his gaze and voice were harsh, angry. Pete tried to look away, but Patrick gripped his chin and forced him to maintain eye contact. “Now look at me in the eye and tell me you’d let them die.”
Pete kept his mouth shut, biting on his tongue when he saw a single tear escape from Patrick’s eye. Without a word he pulled the werewolf in a tight hug, swallowing around the knot in his throat.
“Pete?” Patrick hugged him back with equal force and felt Pete’s chest shaking in silent sobs.
“It’s too fucking much, Patrick,” Pete whispered, pressing his face against Patrick’s neck.
“I know.” Patrick closed his eyes and his hand stroked Pete’s back soothingly, walking them towards the bed. “I know, Pete.” They sat down and Patrick withdrew enough to look at his mate in the eye. “But I love you, and I trust you. And I know we’re gonna make it.”
“Lie down with me?” Pete asked softly, lacing their fingers together.
“Forever, Pete.” Patrick bit on his lip to repress more tears at the look on the vampire’s face. Pete rarely bared that side of himself, the weak, unsure one, and Patrick always found it heartbreaking in a way he wasn’t able to express with words.
Pete nodded and as soon as they lied down, he buried his face in Patrick’s neck again, seeking shelter. The werewolf held him close and kept stroking his back, kissing the top of his head and whispering soothing words to his ear.
~~
Mikey was sitting on the stairs of the back porch when Bryce found him. “Everyone’s having dinner.”
“I don’t need to eat,” Mikey replied without turning to look at him.
“I know that.” Bryce slowly sat down next to him. “But you could stay inside with us.”
“I need to be alone.” Mikey closed his hand and put something in his pocket, hiding it from the werewolf’s view.
“Oh.” Bryce’s little smile faded and he nodded. “Okay.” He started to stand, but Mikey finally turned to look at him.
“You can stay.” Mikey took a deep breath, then looked at the dark garden. The lights coming from the windows cast bright regular spots on the grass and the warm air was comforting around them.
“Want to talk?” Bryce hesitated for a second, then sat down again.
“Not really,” Mikey admitted with an even voice. “You already know too much about me.”
“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” Bryce rested his head on his bent knees, looking at Mikey’s profile.
“Why would you want to?” Mikey looked slightly amused by that request and glanced at the werewolf.
“Because I like you.” Bryce shrugged and kept looking at him. “And despite your reputation, you’re never mean to me.”
“Yet,” Mikey added with a little smirk and looked away from the boy.
“So, is there?” Bryce asked again, ignoring Mikey’s previous answer.
“No.” Mikey closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “But thanks for asking.”
“Then maybe there’s something you can do for me,” Bryce tried, sounding more hesitant than he’d meant to. When Mikey turned his head with a frown, Bryce tensed slightly. “Bite me.”
“What?” Mikey was genuinely surprised by the request and saw the flash of regret in Bryce’s eyes.
“Bite me, feed on me,” the werewolf repeated, ignoring his own fear.
“Why?” Mikey’s frown deepened and he turned completely towards Bryce.
“I want to know what it feels like,” Bryce admitted, looking at the ground with a light blush. “And you’re the only one I’m willing to ask.”
“So you told no one else?” Something in Mikey’s tone changed, and Bryce felt his heart skip a beat. He shook his head and waited for the vampire to say something else. “Fine.”
“Really?” Bryce looked up sharply, surprised Mikey had accepted so easily.
“But you have to understand this will be the only time you’ll let a vampire feed on you, okay?” Mikey asked with a serious look in his eyes, and Bryce simply nodded, not really understanding, but not willing to ask questions. “Bedroom, after dinner, don’t tell anyone.”
Bryce nodded again and looked as Mikey stood and headed inside without another word.
~~
Later that night
Vicky put away her phone and closed her eyes, standing in front of the big window in the library. Travis had called, reassuring her that he, Haley and Dirnt were fine and the situation was kind of under control. She was supposed to report the news to Pete and Patrick, but when she’d walked by their door minutes earlier there was a “do not disturb” sign; they used it very rarely, so news could wait.
“Hey.”
Vicky turned and saw Joe standing on the doorstep, visibly worried. “Hey yourself.”
“You heard from Travie?” Joe took a few careful steps inside, keeping his eyes on the girl.
“He’s fine. Haley and Dirnt too,” Vicky replied with a smile, and immediately saw the relief in the werewolf’s eyes. “You should try to call her.”
“I did,” Joe admitted, sitting on the couch. “She told me to fuck off and leave her alone.”
“Ouch.” Vicky sat next to him, frowning. “Well, I’d be angry too, if one of Travis’ ex-girlfriends arrived here with a kid I never heard about.” Vicky put a hand on Joe’s knee, squeezing it. “She loves you, she’ll find a way to forgive you.”
“Would you? With Travis, I mean,” Joe asked, looking at her with a sigh.
“Eventually,” Vicky admitted with a little smile. “He’d have to show me he doesn’t give up.”
“It’s just that… we went so fast at the beginning. After Andy’s--” Joe looked down, his hands closing in fists. “After Butcher, we went so fucking fast and I just wanted to wait a few more weeks before telling her.” Joe chuckled unhappily, and Vicky squeezed his knee again. “I wanted to introduce her to Butch, to Greta, to the pack.”
“When she’ll calm down enough, you’ll have the chance to tell her.” Vicky rested her head on his shoulder, sighing. “Don’t give up.”
“I won’t.” Joe smiled softly and rested his cheek against the top of Vicky’s head. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Vicky smiled back, taking Joe’s hand in his own.
“So, did you two find the house?” Joe took a deep breath, trying to use a cheerful voice.
“Yep.” Vicky nodded and played with Joe’s fingers. “It’s in a quiet suburb, kind of far from here, but we love it too much.”
“Porch, backyard, garden, 2.5 kids and a golden retriever?” Joe joked and his smile widened.
“Something like that.” Vicky snickered against his shoulder. “But I’d like something smaller than a golden retriever. Like, a chihuahua.”
Joe laughed at that, and Vicky joined him almost immediately. “First Jon and Spencer, then you and Travie,” he said with a chuckle. “This house will feel empty.”
“We’ll visit.” Vicky straightened and looked at the werewolf. “But we want to have kids someday, and we want to be able to give them something safer than this.”
“I can understand that.” Joe nodded, biting on his lower lip. “I wonder if Mike and Cassie will leave too.”
“I think they’re waiting for this mess to be over before they make a decision.” Vicky sighed, her expression turning worried. “D’you know this Hayley kid?”
“Yeah.” Joe nodded, looking at his hands. “She’s pretty amazing with magic, it’s like she was born to be a witch.”
“Why does she hate humans so much?” Vicky frowned, confused and upset at the same time.
“Her parents were both werewolves, they were bitten before she was born, so she’s always been one too, just like Chris,” Joe explained, not looking at the girl. “A few men from her block found out about them when she was only four and kidnapped them.”
“Oh my God,” Vicky whispered, horrified.
“She was found two days later out of town with her parents’ corpses.” Joe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I can’t blame her for hating humans so much and for wanting a city without them, but it’s not a good reason to do this.”
“I’m sorry she had to live through that hell.” Vicky bit on her lower lip, visibly shocked.
Cassie walked in the room in that moment, holding Patricia in her arms, while David followed her closely. “Joe.”
“I’m going.” Joe stood from the couch as soon as he made eye contact with the girl.
“No, stay.” Cassie showed a little smile, almost forced. “We’ll have time to not talk to each other later,” she admitted with a sigh.
“Dude, you’re fucking lucky, gals just can’t hate you,” David beamed, patting Joe on the shoulder.
“Language.” Cassie glared at the spirit, then looked down at the baby.
“You have the opposite problem, Desrosiers.” Vicky snickered, while Joe and Cassie both sat down.
~~
“Are you sure about this?” Mikey asked as soon as he entered the room he shared with Bryce. The werewolf merely nodded, not moving his eyes from Mikey as the vampire walked towards the bed. “Take off your shirt.”
“Is it gonna hurt?” Bryce asked with a whisper, doing what Mikey told him.
“A little bit,” Mikey admitted with a soft smile. “If you’re not sure, you don’t have to do this.”
“I’m sure.” Bryce looked at him in the eye and swallowed around the knot in his throat. “How?”
“Relax.” Mikey pushed him back on the bed until he was lying down, then crawled on top of him. His fangs grew slowly and Bryce shivered when he saw Mikey’s eyes turn a very light shade of grey. “I hope you don’t like these pants too much.”
“What d’you--” Bryce shut up when Mikey’s fangs sank in his skin easily and the werewolf had to do his best to repress a whimper at the intense sensation of pain and pleasure that spread quickly through his body. “Mikey.”
The vampire hummed softly as he sucked, and his hand reached the boy’s crotch. When he gave a first, forceful stroke, Bryce arched up against him and moaned out loud, not even trying to repress it. “This is-- fuck, better than--”
Mikey closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the taste of Bryce’s blood, of a werewolf’s blood, enjoying every single drop of it. It was his only chance to forget everything for a while, and he could tell Bryce had no clue about what this gesture meant. He kept stroking the werewolf, moving quickly and efficiently.
When he felt like he’d fed enough, he withdrew his fangs and licked his lips, while his fingers sneaked past the waistband of Bryce’s pants and closed around his cock.
“Mikey, fuck--” Bryce’s hands gripped Mikey’s shirt and pulled him closer, while his hips thrust up frantically. “It’s fucking… amazing.”
“I know,” Mikey whispered to Bryce’s ear, then leaned down to lick at the bite mark again. “Don’t get used to it, though.”
Bryce was about to ask something, but Mikey fastened his movements while he trailed a series of small bites along the werewolf’s neck. Bryce arched up against his hand, then came with a groan and a curse just a minute later.
“I kind of embarrassed myself,” Bryce whispered as soon as he got enough breath back.
“Don’t worry, it’s always like this the first time.” Mikey chuckled and placed a kiss on the bite. “Take a shower and get some rest. I didn’t take much, but it’s still a blood loss.”
“Where are you going?” Bryce frowned when Mikey stood from the bed with a little smile.
“You’ll find out later.” Mikey didn’t look at him in the eye and Bryce felt something in his chest clench.
Without another word Mikey headed down the corridor and reached William and Gabe’s room quickly. He hesitated just a second, then knocked softly.
~
“We’ve been in worse situations.” Gabe nodded to himself, trying to sound convincing.
“No, we didn’t.” William sighed and sat down on the bed, looking at him.
“Well, I did.” Gabe half glared at the boy and pursed his lips.
“When?” William arched an eyebrow, skeptical.
Gabe tilted his head to the side and for a few seconds he didn’t say anything. “Okay, maybe I didn’t,” he admitted with a little smirk and reached the bed as well. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t make it.”
“Not this time, Gabe.” William shook his head, dejected. “There are hundreds of demons ready to burst in and-- Butch is right about this, we need a stronger wizard to stop them.”
“Bianca is going through her contacts,” Gabe informed, sitting next to William. “She has to be careful: if she calls the wrong person, Hayley will assault this place before we even have the time to say ‘Holy fucking shit’.”
“What about Ashlee?” William asked with a frown.
“I wouldn’t count on her.” Gabe shook his head, and his arm circled William’s waist. “We’re gonna make it, dollface.”
“At least I can control my wings now.” William chuckled, and Gabe’s hand stroked his back, where the wings had been until the day before.
“You look good with them, though.” Gabe placed a kiss on William’s temple.
“Would it be rude if I asked you to, you know--” William looked at his hands and bit on his lower lip. “Never mind.”
“Grey,” Gabe whispered without moving. “My wings are grey.” He felt William relax against his side and smiled. “No red stains.”
William let out a relieved sigh and turned to look at him. “Thank you.”
“You know you can ask me anything, right?” Gabe pulled the boy even closer, keeping his voice low. “I’ll never, ever lie to you, I promise.”
William smiled at that and placed a kiss on Gabe’s chin. “Do I know any of your ex-boyfriends?”
Gabe’s gaze darkened at that and William felt his heart drop low in his chest. “Butcher.” Gabe took a deep breath, not surprised by the shock in William’s eyes. “We-- I-- It was about sex, nothing more.”
“I don’t know why, but I feel like I should have known this,” William muttered, looking down where their legs touched.
“It was a long time ago.” Gabe closed his eyes, but opened them a second later when he felt William’s hand on his cheek.
“It’s okay.” The younger vampire smiled softly and opened his mouth to say something else, but someone knocked on the door. “It really is,” he whispered against Gabe’s lips, then stood slowly.
As soon as he opened the door, William frowned, visibly confused. “Mikey?”
“I need you to lock me up.” Mikey kept his eyes away from William’s as he talked and Gabe reached the doorstep as well.
“What? Why?” William looked halfway amused and shocked, but the look on the other vampire’s face immediately made him worry. “What happened?”
“I drank Bryce’s blood.” Mikey finally looked up, his eyes flashing grey as a little sad smile curved his lips.
“Oh shit,” Gabe whispered, his smirk completely gone.
~~
One day later (Three days left before the attack)
“What the fuck was he thinking?” Patrick almost yelled as he walked next to William down the basement stairs.
“I don’t know, he said Bryce asked him.” William shrugged, angry and confused at the same time.
“Is he showing any sign of the side effects?” Patrick let William walk ahead of him to show him the way.
“He’s starting to.” William stopped in front of cell number 1 and opened the little window on the iron door. “Mikey?”
“Go the fuck away,” Mikey growled, giving his back to them.
“What the fuck are you doing, Mikey?” Patrick gestured William to move aside and took his place. “We’re under siege, for fuck’s sake.”
“So what?” Mikey turned, showing his completely grey eyes and his fangs. “It’s not like you’d consider me anyway, I’m just a toy you brought back to cheer your boyfriend up.”
“You know that’s not true.” Patrick tried to calm himself and took a deep breath. “Mikey--”
“Let me talk to William.” Mikey shook his head, walking closer to the door until the chain stopped him. “Let me fucking talk to him.”
Patrick stepped away and William looked inside, worried.
“Get in here, you little shit,” Mikey hissed, looking directly in William’s eyes. “You killed my brother, you fucking bastard! Get in here and let me get my fucking revenge!”
“Mikey, stop.” William felt his eyes water and closed them, doing whatever he could to stop the tears.
“Stop?” Mikey let out a bitter, exasperated laughter. “Did you stop when Gee was in front of you? Did you fucking stop, William?”
“Please, Mikes.” William felt Patrick’s hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him back, but he opened his eyes and shook his head.
“Get out of my fucking sight.” Mikey yanked at the chains and William almost jumped back.
Patrick closed the little sliding panel that covered the window and William sobbed, resting his back against the wall next to the cell. Without a word he slid down to the ground and rested his forehead on his knees. “He’s right, ‘Trick.”
“You had no choice, Bill, you know that.” Patrick kneeled next to the boy, resting a hand on his shaking shoulder. “He’s not himself now, he doesn’t mean those words.”
“What if he does? What if that’s what he feels but he doesn’t have the guts to tell me?” William didn’t look up, and Patrick knew he was crying.
“He loves you, Bill, and he knew Gerard was going to die.” Patrick tried to sound reasonable. “Maybe he doesn’t love you like that anymore, but he’s Mikey, the same old brat I couldn’t stand, the same old brat you used to sleep with out of boredom.”
William let out a brief laughter at that and finally looked up. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he wiped his red tears with a sleeve. “It’s just that all this mess-- it’s hard to keep it together.”
“Everyone cracks sooner or later.” Patrick smiled warmly at him and placed a kiss on his forehead.
“You never do.” William leaned in the touch and sniffed.
“It’ll be my turn too, someday.” Patrick squeezed the vampire’s shoulder, then offered him a hand. “Let’s go upstairs, I’ll ask Bob and Tré to take turns here.”
“What’s going on?” Bryce ran towards them, followed by Gabe.
“It’s better if you go upstairs, Bryce,” Patrick said calmly, while Gabe immediately noticed William’s tears and reached him with a worried frown.
“No, I want to know what’s going on. Where’s Mikey?” Bryce tried to reach the cell, but Patrick gripped his arm, pulling him back.
“You don’t want to see him,” Patrick warned him with a glare.
Bryce just freed himself and opened the little window, looking inside. “Mikey?”
“How do I have to say it? Go the fuck away!” Mikey yelled, throwing himself against the door, but the chains stopped him. “Oh, now you’re here too, dog?”
Bryce’s eyes widened at that and Patrick could see the hurt in them. Without a word he reached to drag the sliding iron panel closed, and Bryce took a step back. Tom arrived downstairs in that moment and before any of them had the time to say anything, he was gripping the collar of Bryce’s shirt, pushing him against the wall.
“You fucking little bitch, what the fuck did you do to him?” Tom growled, his eyes flashing grey from the rage.
“I--” Bryce looked at Patrick first, then at Tom, his eyes watering. “I did that?”
~~
A/N: More drama, of course. Did you really think the siege was everything? *grins*
So, Mikey is a douche and he’s got himself in trouble now. The attack is just days away and some of the hunters are still outside the Manor. Things aren’t really looking good.
Also, now you know about Hayley’s past and where her hatred comes from. *nods*
But I already talked too much, let me know what you think about this. *giggles*
See you next Sunday, folks. ;)
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