commentfic again

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I claim this entry for Frank/Gerard/Mikey VAMPIRE PORNOGRAPHY IN THE COMMENTS.

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Gerard groans softly, savoring the feel of Mikey's fingers twisted into his hair, the hand on his cheek. He knows Mikey knows how far to push him, how much he can take, and he relaxes, letting Mikey use his mouth like he did the first night they ever did this. He sucks harder, determined to make Mikey lose control entirely.

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Mikey jerks, not even trying to control the aggressive roll of his hips. He's close, so close, because this kind of mood always brings him right up to the edge in a moment's notice. The slow pull from Gerard fuels the burning in the pit of his stomach, on and on until he can feel it cresting. Gerard's only warning is a tightening of Mikey's hand in his hair, before he's jerked back and Mikey comes hot and slick across his face with a harsh gasp.

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Gerard takes a breath, harsh and ragged, wiping Mikey's come off his face with his fingers and sucking them clean contemplatively. When he's done, he looks back up at Mikey, waiting for his brother to say something, another command.

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Mikey watches him while he cleans his face, wipes away the clear marking of his ownership, eyes sharp and clearer than they had been. "Stand up." His voice is lower than usual and rough, as though he was the one who just had his mouth violated. "Take off your clothes and go lie down on the bed." He steps out of his own breeches and kicks them to the side.

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Gerard nods again, not saying anything, and he picks himself up from the floor, wincing at the protestation in his knees as he does. He unbuttons his shirt as quickly as he can, tossing it aside, and then unlaces his breeches. Once all of his clothes are off, he slides onto the bed, on his side, watching Mikey.

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Mikey follows him to the bed, shirt still brushing against the tops of his thighs, watching the movement of Gerard's muscles under bare skin. He stands at the edge, looking down at Gerard looking back up at him. There's no worry or hesitation in his voice, not even anger. Just strict calm, icy in its completeness. "I'm not going to touch you, Gerard. Do you know why?"

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Gerard's eyes widen a fraction, and he fights back the urge to say anything about how that isn't fair, looking up at Mikey with big eyes. He shakes his head. "No, I--I don't. Why?" He wants Mikey to, shifting desperately to try to find some sort of relief.

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"You hurt me." His tone is matter-of-fact but his eyes are alight with a vicious kind of fury, the same that he's fought back all through the evening. A small smile curls one side of his mouth. "I don't think you deserve to be touched tonight."

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At that, Gerard knows exactly what he's talking about. It's Frank--the way Gerard was acting around Frank, and while he can understand why Mikey was jealous, he wants to get him to stop it already. "Mikey, please," Gerard says faintly, trying to fight the slide of his own hand lower, to give himself some kind of relief. "Please."

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Mikey shifts his weight, one hip jutted out, and rubs a little at his still-overfilled stomach, playing bored. "Why should I? Convince me, Gerard, why should I let you come at all?" He catches the slight twitch of Gerard's hand and narrows his eyes. "Don't you dare. Don't touch yourself."

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Gerard shifts again, forcing his hand away from his body. "I won't, I. I'll let you do anything you want, make it up to you. Anything at all." He doesn't often put the offer up that open-endedly, but he's so hard it's painful and Mikey is acting like he's not going to do anything and just leave Gerard to suffer.

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"Anything?" Mikey drums his fingers contemplatively against his lower belly and traces a few small circles. "That's quite an offer. I'll hold you to that, Gerard." He reaches out and traces just the tip of his middle finger along Gerard's cock and smiles. "Are you sure? You won't tell me you didn't mean it later?"

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Gerard shifts forward, pushing against Mikey's finger, and even that little contact is enough to make him let out a breathy whimper, looking up at his brother desperately. "I'm sure, and I meant it. Anything you want to do." He has no idea what Mikey is thinking of, what he wants to do, but it doesn't matter. He trusts Mikey.

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"Don't move." Mikey kneels on the edge of the bed, shirt rucking up around his hips, and takes Gerard in his hand. It's too dry, too rough, but he strokes loose (but not loose enough to not feel the burn) until Gerard's body makes the way slicker and easier for him. He spiders his other hand up Gerard's belly and chest to play at a pale nipple.

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Gerard tries not to push into Mikey's hand, but his expression is grateful, a rough noise escaping from his (used) throat as Mikey's hands slide up his chest, playing with sensitive flesh. Some part of him wants to know what he's just committed to, agreed to do in exchange for this, but for now he can't gather the thoughts to consider it properly.

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Mikey twists his hand on Gerard's cock as he moves down--the way he's learned Gerard likes it, after over a century of touching and teasing and discovering--at the same time as he tweaks hard at the flesh between his fingertips. He leans down so he can whisper in Gerard's ear, breath not hot enough against his skin. "I'm going to bite you while you come, and I'll taste it."

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Gerard groans, low and rough, trying to force himself not to move--it's a struggle, and his hips twitch minutely as Mikey's hand moves over him, at the vicious twist of pleasurepain that shoots through him. "Want you to," he gasps out, eyes meeting Mikey's for a brief moment. He knows this isn't what Mikey is asking for, but he can still appreciate it, the way Mikey's fangs are going to sink in, slow, through the delicate flesh in his neck.

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Mikey moves his hand faster, still leaning close, waiting for the tell-tale signs, the catch in Gerard's breathing that lets him know the end is near at hand, the groans that signal the final crescendo. He mouths at Gerard's neck just lightly, a bare scrape of lips against sensitive skin, waiting and ready to slide into soft flesh. He's certainly not hungry--Gerard's blood serves not as nourishment, but as a sharing of power.

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Gerard's breath stutters, catching in his throat, and he shifts into Mikey's hand just slightly, arching his neck at the feel of Mikey's teeth scraping over it. He's close--after getting himself this worked up (he still doesn't know why doing that (he still doesn't have a real term for it) to Mikey does it to him, but it does, ever time) he feels like he should have come ages ago. "Mikey, Mikey, can I--" and all he needs is one word from Mikey and he'll be there.

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Just one hissed "Yes" and Mikey bites down on his neck. Gerard's blood has always tasted different from everyone elses. All kinds of blood have their own flavors (the sweetness of virgins to the bitterness of the elderly) but Gerard's is different in a way that's, well, different from the others. It's completely unique, and instead of filling his belly it feels like his heart is filling and warming.

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All it takes is Mikey's assent and Gerard is coming, gasping and arching his neck to urge Mikey's fangs deeper inside. He loves the feel of it, even the sharp pain as Mikey bites in (even if he doesn't admit it to himself, it's better than the feeling of Mikey sucking on his neck) and Mikey is never gentle with it.

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Mikey is happy to oblige, fangs sinking deeper, tearing a little around the edge of the original bitemarks (they'll heal by the next evening, but they'll be sore for the whole day). He drinks from Gerard, hot swallows that heat him in a flash, and pulls off, still gnawing a little at the wound. The combination of the too-much blood filling his belly and the warm boost of Gerard's makes him feel leaden and lazy, but he still presses his stained fingers past Gerard's lips, forcing him to lick away his own release.

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Gerard's tongue flicks out obediently, cleaning Mikey's fingers thoroughly, sucking on the tips before pulling away with a smile. He can feel the wound on his neck throbbing, a dull pain that makes him bite his lip, shift against Mikey again, even if he certainly isn't ready to go again.

"So--what did you have in mind?" he asks finally, looking up at Mikey. Anything could very well be anything, and while he's not going to kid himself and say they haven't done anything out of the ordinary together (one particular memory of Mikey tying him to the bedpost with strips of sheets, grinning, is particularly vivid) he knows it hasn't been everything.

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Mikey chuckles low in his throat and licks a hard swipe against the bite wound, already starting to close and fade though he knows from experience it's still painful, and the definite bump of his teeth against the sensitive flesh must sting.

"Not telling. Hold onto the headboard," he taps almost clinically at the inside of Gerard's thighs. "And spread your legs."

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One side of Gerard's mouth quirks up into a smile and he nods again, sliding up to grab hold of the headboard. His body is thrumming with anticipation, with no idea what Mikey's going to do. He stretches, arching his back to get the kinks out before lying back, spreading his legs.

"And now what?" he asks, sly.