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Before he knows it, Michael is flat on his back, Gerard above him, pinning him to the bed. Gerard is still drinking from him, sucking hard on his neck. He's distantly aware that there are tears coming from Michael's eyes, he can feel them against his cheeks, but he's too far gone to be able to pull away.

He grinds down, hard, intensifying the feeling, and barely notices when Michael hisses out a breath in response.

Michael grips Gerard's back, tears still running down his face, but at the same time it feels good and the feeling of both at once frightens him. He bucks up into Gerard's body, letting out a tiny groan at the feeling. What are we doing?

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Michael wants to cry, even though he already is, but his heart is seized up and stuttering in a way that can't be promising. He can feel himself drifting in and out, a kind of broken haziness and then back into sharp, hot relief. He is so ashamed at the way his body jerks back in response to Gerard's, the desperate hardening in his breeches for his brother, his ill, widower (though only barely) brother. His heart falters again, going weak.

Gerard is still sucking greedily at Michael's neck, groaning around the the hot mouthfuls. As the blood spreads through him, calming the urge that's been haunting him, he starts to feel a little more himself. A little back to his own mind and...oh god. He jerks back, sitting up suddenly, and stares horrified down at the bleeding, flushed and wanton body of his little brother, whose hips pump weak and helpless towards him, neck a bloody wreck. "Mikey. No, god, Mikey, what have I done?"

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Michael makes a weak noise in return, mouth opening, trying and failing to form any words. His cheeks are a bright cherry red, hips moving against air to try and find relief. "Gee--" he manages after a long moment, arms gripping Gerard's tightly. He feels on the verge of passing out and the world is swimming.

Gerard leans back down, this time clutching Michael close and hugging him tightly. "Mikey, god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I--" he babbles, and he can't look at Michael's neck without the passing thought of wanting to bite in again, can't be this close without his hips twitching minutely against Michael's. "I'm so sorry."

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He doesn't know what to do. God, Michael has always trusted him and now...he's killed him. He's killed his baby brother and engaged in shameful carnality with him. He doesn't want Michael to die, Michael can't die, but he just doesn't know, he doesn't--

Blood. The answer is so obvious in Gerard's mind he wonders that it took so long to occur to him. Michael needs blood. Gerard stole it from him, but he can give it back. He doesn't pause for a moment before lifting his hand and clawing at the side of his own neck--the flesh gives under his hand and he somehow knows it will be fine. He rolls a little off of Michael, then gathers him up in his arms, pulling him flush on top of him, and using a hand to cradle Michael's head, guiding it down to the place where the blood is flowing from his own throat. "Drink, Mikey. Please. I need you."

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Michael makes a weak, confused noise, and there is a long, terrifying second when Gerard thinks he's already lost him, but then he leans forward, sucking tentatively at Gerard's throat.

A moment passes and he pulls off, taking a breath before attacking Gerard's throat, gripping his neck with surprising strength and latching on with his teeth, sucking hard. Gerard lets out a surprised noise through clenched teeth, letting Michael pin him down and drink from the wound. You're going to be okay, he thinks, with no small amount of relief. You're going to be okay.

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Michael is hardly aware of anything now, just that he needs to drink now, that this is all he needs and if he doesn't have it there will be nothing left. He's vaguely aware of Gerard's hand on the back of his head, combing through his hair. He pulls off of Gerard's throat with another wet slurp, mouth still open and blood dribbling down his chin. He gasps a few times, wracked by some kind of convulsions, before his body goes perfectly still.

He stares down at Gerard through eyes that suddenly see clearer than they ever have, mouth still half open in an animalistic snarl.

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"Mikey," Gerard says, eyes wide at the look on his brother's face. "Mikey, say something. Please." He has no idea what has just happened to his brother and he doesn't know why, but he's afraid.

Michael looks at Gerard almost without recognition for a moment before murmuring, "I'm fine, Gee. Fine." He still has blood on his mouth and down his chin.

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It takes him a moment, because everything is so new. The world is sharper, and he has to trace his thumbs along Gerard's jawline just to check that it really is how it looks to him now. He feels different and god, is this how Gerard has been feeling since the night Liana died? There's something fundmentally shifted inside.

Gerard has blood (his blood, Michael thought with a shiver) starting to dry all around his mouth. Michael brushes a flake away with one of his thumbs, then surges forward, kissing his brother, hungry and harsh, for the first time.

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Gerard freezes for only a second before pulling Michael closer, further on top of him, and kissing him back, hand coming up to cup the back of his head. God, what are we doing? he thinks, faintly, opening his mouth under Michael's.

Michael presses his body against Gerard's, and he can't even help the way his hips jerk against his brother's, the way he groans into Gerard's mouth. He doesn't understand exactly what he's doing (he's never done this before, any of this), nothing past that it feels good.

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Gerard mewls high and wanting, lapping at Michael's teeth, at the blood still stained around his lips. He's known only the relief of his own hand--and very seldomly, for he tries his best to abide by the scriptures--and this is so much better, so far beyond that, he can't begin to describe it.

Michael has to shut his eyes to the sensations, so painfully new, but his hip just slide and roll, seemingly of their own accord without any real input from him. It's sloppy--he doesn't know enough to know it's sloppy--but it's the best thing he's ever felt.

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Gerard groans, clutching Michael tighter, bucking up into his body with a high, needy sound. "Oh God," he says, faint, but he can barely hear himself over the chaos in his head.

Michael breaks the kiss and leans down, latching onto Gerard's neck as his hips move, sinking his teeth in with a low groan. He has to squeeze his eyes shut again, overwhelmed with the taste of Gerard's blood in his mouth and his hips pressing into his brother's.

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The combined sensation of Mikey suckling at his neck and their hips locked and rocking together is too much for Gerard, after all these hours smelling Michael and longing for this, even though he didn't know it. He comes with a strangled shout and brings a hand up to clasp the back of Michael's head, fingers digging into his skull to push him down harder.

Michael whines and sucks hard, and for the first time, his entire body stutters and goes stiff before jerking to his completion, still inside his neatly pressed breeches.

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Gerard takes a deep, shaky breath, pulling Michael close to lay against his chest. He's starting to feel the guilt of what they've done seep in--because Michael is different now, because of him, in a way he's not sure even he understands. They both are; he hesitates to even think it, but he doesn't feel human.

Michael looks up at him, teeth sliding out of his neck with a wet sound, and Gerard is startled to see the difference in them--the canines are long and sharp-looking, like an animal's. He wonders, distantly, if his are the same.

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"Are you--" Gerard swallows hard and reaches up to rest his fingertips on Michael's lips, not quite brave enough to thumb over his newly sharp teeth the way he really wants to. "--are you all right?" It's such an idiotic question, because obviously Michael isn't all right. Gerard bit him and then...then did that to him. He almost wants to laugh at the whole situation--he who was so afraid and uneasy about consumating his marriage didn't hesitate a moment before taking pleasure from his young brother.

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Michael sighs, hot breath against Gerard's fingers, and he darts his tongue out to lick at them. Gerard inhales sharply, pulling them away a fraction, and Michael smiles. It looks wrong with the teeth, almost frightening. "I'm fine," he says, after a pause. "I--" and he breaks off, sounding confused. "I can see. Everything. Everything's clear and I--"

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"But," Gerard curls his fingers back against his chest, a completely foreign feeling telling him to a pull away, and an equally strange one that insists that is the last thing he should do. He can't move away from Michael, it's not...allowed? Something in him supplies the word, and it's wrong, but somehow he knows it's true. "But how are you?" Because, god, he's fourteen, and with his nose always in his books and no interest in marriage, Gerard isn't positive that he even understands what they just did--which makes the bottom of his stomach just drop away but also sends a vicious little thrill up his spine.

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Michael shifts forward, effectively pinning Gerard with his body flat to the bed. "Gee, I'm good. I--" and if he had any color left in his face, he would blush. "I liked it. How it felt, I. I want to do it again sometime." His voice lowers at the last part, no question in the statement, and Gerard can hear the implicit We're going to do it again. He shivers, lifting his head so his mouth is inches from Micha--Mikey's.

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Mikey closes the gap between them, kissing him. His breath catches a little at the taste of his own blood in Gerard's mouth as he slips his tongue out, kittenish and curious. He makes a small startled sound when he licks at Gerard's teeth and finds them more than sharp. Experimentally, he presses his tongue harder against the tip of one canine and is quite pleased when it starts to bleed, flowing directly into Gerard's mouth.

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Gerard's eyes widen in surprise as he tastes Mikey's blood in his mouth, and he breaks the kiss a fraction to swallow it before surging forward again, kissing Mikey harder and nicking his own tongue against Mikey's teeth. Mikey's mouth tastes like blood, and Gerard can't tell if it's his own or Gerard's.

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Mikey's slight and has no hope of a weight advantage over Gerard, but he presses against him with suprising force, gripping his wrists with long finger just a shade too tight. The blood mingling in their mouthes is exhilirating and he moans into Gerard's mouth, not knowing how (or even that he should) stifle the sounds.

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Gerard lets out a moan of his own into Mikey's mouth, licking at the blood on his teeth, and the pressure of Mikey's hands around his wrists (the dull pain of it) only intensifies the sensations. He likes it, in a way he can't even explain, the feeling of being pinned like this, helpless to do anything but kiss Mikey again.

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Mikey snarls a little bit into the kiss, feeling a strange kind of primal urge that he's never experienced before. He was always contented with books--dry pages and clean bindings--but now he feels the need to hold and tear and force. He squeezes tighter, fingers closing in around Gerard's wrists and leaning more of his newfound strength onto his brother.

So wrapped up in each other, in this strange (wrong, wrong, horribly wrong yet so delicious) experience, they did not consider the sounds they made. Indeed, inexperienced as each brother was with carnality, the thought never crossed their minds that they could be heard. But indeed, they had attracted the attention of a young chambermaid, ordered to make sure the elder Master Way would be aided should his illness worsen in the night.

She pulls the door open to find them entwined, soaked with blood, moving together. The basin of warm water she'd balanced on her hip falls to the ground and shatters. She screams.

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Gerard wrenches his mouth away from Mikey's with a ragged gasp, staring at the chambermaid. She stands transfixed in the doorway, hand over her mouth in shock.

The scream is loud enough that they can hear stirring in the other rooms, and as she backs up out of the doorway and runs, leaving her basin behind her. Mikey lifts himself from Gerard and scrambles for his coat, Gerard giving him a frantic look.

"We have to leave," he says, eyes wide, sitting up with his eyes still fixed on the doorway. "I'm sure people heard."

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They haven't any time, already they can hear the shrill words of the maid ("In the bed, I swear, wanton as harlots. His own brother, touched in the head, merciful God in heaven.") and definite footsteps coming towards them. If they find them here...it would be simple enough to deny the girl's words, no serving girl would be be believed over the heirs. But with blood stained over their skin and the beclothes, and the evidence of their carnality clear as dabybreak, there is no denial.

Mikey shoves Gerard's coat at him and grabs him by the same wrist he had been pinning down only a moment ago and pulls, yanking him out of the window where the sea breeze blows through, salty and cool. It's no difficult thing to climb down the rough side of the house to reach the stone courtyard--they've been doing it since they were children (Mikey, Gerard thinks with a hollow stab to his gut, is still a child).

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Mikey grabs Gerard's hand, almost painfully tight, as soon as they're on the ground, leading him across the courtyard into the town. They have to find somewhere to buy unstained clothes.

They are both silent on the way, searching frantically, but Gerard notices that no matter how fast they run, neither of them need to stop. And Mikey's hand is cold.

He doesn't know what to think.