Oh yeah in this au Patrick is an alien/angel and Pete is a vampire (they both look human, tho)
"Just admit you could never love who I am! You just want to 'experiment' and play around with an angel, don't you - you fucking demon whore!"
Pete was nearly in tears as the book was thrown at him by the other boy. He flinches as he stepped closer to him, chasing after the distraught alien. Were they displayed now, the angel wings would be ripped apart and lifeless, terrorized.
"Patrick, I promise you I couldn't do that. Feeling guilt kills me and I would never want to take advantage of such a precious person like you," Patrick listened, fighting to keep the tears in his eyes.
"Pete! I told you how I felt, don't you understand when you're spoken to?! Why don't you just run away and do what is best for me? If you leave we'll both forget each other eventually... You'll just be dead in my head."
"But your heart will still have to deal with me," Pete nears the eased boy, "please just answer me this - how do you feel now?"
"Ugh! You don't listen! I just reminded you about telling you how I feel, did you not he--"
"Y-you told me how you felt - in the past; I'm asking you about how you feel now," Pete explains.
Pete is stood in a room of stunned silence as Patrick quiets down.
"I'm... I'm speechless, obviously. I'm angered about you bragging to your friends about me in a way that made me sound like I'm some new halo they couldn't afford. I'm anxious to be confronting you about it, and I'm scared to lose you, Pete."
Patrick looks into the empty space. There's a flame of fear burning in his eyes. His heart is heavy and his head is light.
"I didn't mean to offend you. I'm truly sorry, Patrick. I care about anything about you, and I want to always complete you rather than for you to be alone. I know how strong you can be, so I apologize for making you forget it."
Patrick's heart has settled and his eyes have flooded without dripping. He turns around and faces Pete.
"Thank you, and... I forgive you," Patrick murmurs. "I didn't forget... I just don't think about myself sometimes."
"Maybe you'd feel better if you did; sometimes I feel better when I think about you," Pete looks at his sock and rubs the back of his head.
Patrick sniffles, his nose red and runny. He walks forward, standing in front of Pete.
"When do you think about me?" Patrick asks with a soft, curious voice.
"Like, when I'm mad about stuff... Sometimes it calms me to think about you. It's because you tell me such nice things that I've never been used to hearing," Pete looks at the carpet as he talks.
"Oh," Patrick blushes at the comment.
He steps into the demon, crossing his heart with Pete's.
"Can I tell you a bunch of nice things while we're making love against the wall?" Patrick pulls Pete's necktie to bring himself a pair of lips to kiss.
"I'll be listening for them," Pete invites, holding Patrick's hands.
Patrick continues a long kiss that progresses into a make-out session. His hands are on Pete's chest, feeling the velvety suit around.
Pete is unbuttoning the angel's polo shirt and pulling down his fancy little church pants that amuse Pete slightly.
As he starts to undo a button on his own shirt, Pete is stopped.
"Leave the suit on; I want you to fuck me while you wear it, Sir," Patrick moans.
"Okay. Anything else, baby boy?" Pete smiles with rolled eyes.
"Oh, please tell me I'm your little slut, Sir. All yours."
Pete nods his head, making eyes at Patrick as he opens his zipper, pulling himself out.
Patrick lies forward lazily, resting his chin on Pete's belly as he pumps him with a hand.
Pete moans with fingers between his teeth and the other hand on Patrick's back.
When he's ready, he holds Patrick and fits him around his waist, lining himself up.
"Ready?" Pete asks.
"Mmhm," Patrick moans.
Pete rams Patrick into the wall, pushing all the way inside of him to hear the angel gasp in eliteness.
"Fuck! It h-hurts," Patrick complains, biting his lip to prevent his screams.
"But I thought a little slut like you could handle it, huh?" Pete smirks with pride in his words.
"You look so pretty when I'm fucking you," Pete bites his tongue as he continues pushing himself in and out, slamming Patrick's back on the wall.
"Fuck," Patrick gasps, tightening his grip on Pete's shoulders.
Patrick drops his head forward, moaning loudly into Pete's collar.
"Who's whore are you? Tell me who you belong to."
"I'm all yours, Sir! Only for you, I'm a fucking slut. Please touch me, Sir," Patrick speaks in hot breaths as Pete holds his body tighter, hugging the boy as he nails him to the wall.
Pete closes his eyes and kisses the alien's neck, marking him with hickeys, and Pete's white shirt soaking the blood that was cried out as Patrick looks to the ceiling.
"You can cum for me, like the dirty whore that you are, love," Pete whispers with his fangs still sharp against Patrick's neck.
Patrick lets out an explicit moan, coating Pete's suit with a new substance as he weakens in Pete's arms.
"Oh, fuck..." Pete groans as he finishes, pulling out of the alien.
The pair stays where they are, gazing into each other's eyes and responding to their fondness with racing hearts.
"I love you," Pete tells the boy.
"I also love you, Pete," he replies with a dreamily as he lays his head on the sweaty, collared shirt.
Pete's face is red as the boy falls asleep on him.
They end up sleeping soundly next to each other.
