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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2015-05-12 10:40 am
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2015-05-12 10:40 am
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My Heart Can't Tell You No (White Pine Original Fic AU)
Title: My Heart Can’t Tell You No
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,074
Summary: Travis is a vampire but can’t face the idea of living for eternity without Ethan by his side.
Author’s Note: There is this lovely person that likes to prompt original m/m fic on comment_fic. I think I love them. :D Today’s prompt was: “Original fiction; any M/M pair, Person A is bitten by a vampire, and unable to live forever without their lover, they turn person B.” So, of course, I have to write an AU of my own fandom… how weird is that? This would have been a ton of fun with Zek and Reyes, but they’re not exactly a couple… so Travis is the next obvious choice. Or he was for me anyway. Five bonus points to anyone who can cite the source of the quote in my cut. :D
“You’re what?” Ethan shook his head, giving his partner a sideways look. “Have you been in the Jameson already this morning, Murph? Because you’re acting either drunk or crazy.”
“No, I’m not drunk – or crazy – baby. But it’s true. I’m a vampire.” Travis turned those stunning blue eyes on Ethan, fixing him with his gaze. “And I know I can’t live forever without you. Hell, I called you eight times last night and you were sixteen minutes away from me. Twelve if I pushed it.”
“This is insane,” Ethan said, giving Travis a look he knew all too well. The one that said he spent entirely too many years living with the people inside his head and not enough time with those in the real world. “You think I’ve written too many novels and can’t tell the difference between reality and fantasy.”
“No, I never said that. But you can’t tell me that this doesn’t sound a little bit off.” Ethan traced a finger along the familiar line of Travis’ jaw, frowning at the coolness of his skin. “Besides, you’re not even Romanian.”
“Since when do you have to be Romanian to become a vampire? Bram Stoker was Irish after all.”
“This is what I get for living with a writer,” Ethan muttered. “So what if Stoker was Irish? You’re only half Irish. Doesn’t your Hispanic blood have anything to say about this?”
“You think there aren’t any vampires in Mexico, McDowell?” Travis plastered that playful smile on his face, the one that always proclaimed he was game for anything coming his way.
Ethan narrowed his eyes. “I can’t say I’ve ever been to Mexico, Murph. I’ll have to trust your mother’s stories on this one.”
Travis placed his hands on Ethan’s arms, drawing him close. “I know that I don’t have the best track record when it comes to being serious about things, but I’m not kidding about this. I was bitten last month and –”
“ – and you were sick for days, I remember. I was scared to –”
“ – I thought I was going to die and well, I did, kinda, but now I’m back and here and –”
“Travis, stop it. There’s just no way, it’s not possible it’s –”
“Shut up,” Travis said, drawing Ethan’s mouth close to his. “There’s only one way I can convince you. Let me show you.”
Leaning in for a kiss, Travis tugged Ethan’s lower lip into his mouth. Grazing the tip of one elongated canine along Ethan’s plump flesh, a thin rivulet of blood welled to the surface. Murphy’s tongue snaked out, drawing every molecule of the red elixir from Ethan’s skin. Travis felt his lover shudder in his arms. Fixing his mouth solely on that bottom lip, Travis began to suck lightly, only releasing when Ethan’s hand gripped the back of his neck.
“Travis,” he whimpered, face pale and heart racing.
“You believe me now?” Travis dragged his tongue from the crux of Ethan’s shoulder to just behind his lover’s ear. “You want to join me?”
Ethan pulled back and looked into the comfort of those familiar blue eyes. “I’m scared,” he confessed. “But… I don’t ever want to be without you, either. You crazy ass Irishman.”
Chuckling, Travis kissed Ethan’s forehead. “Is that a yes?”
He nodded, unable to form the words necessary to answer Murphy’s question. Instead of words, Ethan tilted his head to the side, exposing himself to Travis’ hunger. Ethan allowed his eyes to flutter closed, putting trust in Travis and his love. Giving himself over to the vampire, everything was the sound of color and the warmth of sound, the music of the light. Teeth and blood and heartbeats meshed and Ethan was no longer.
Ethan awoke to the sound of Travis singing something he couldn’t quite understand. The lyrical lilt gave the words away as being Gaelic, but his slight Hispanic accent gave it all a more Latin flair. It was an unusual contrast, but one that he was more familiar with than not. Murphy was, after all, notorious for switching between English, Spanish, and Gaelic during any one conversation. Having his parents in the room only made his language hopping worse.
“Travis?” Ethan’s voice was breathy and weak, but it was there.
“Ah, there’s my baby,” Travis crooned, smoothing his reddish brown hair off his face. “Sleep well?”
“I’m… hungry, Murph.” Two gold-flecked green eyes begged Travis for relief.
“I can help you with that.”
Travis pushed the sleeve of his forest green flannel up past his elbow before retrieving the blade he’d left on the nightstand in case… Murphy pushed the awful thought aside and drew a line across his arm, allowing the blood to pool before offering himself to his lover. Ethan’s nostrils flared and his eyes widened, scenting and sighting before lunging. Wincing slightly as Ethan latched on, Travis relaxed and allowed his baby vampire boyfriend to suckle.
When he’d had his fill, Ethan pulled back, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Glancing at the smeared mess he’d left on Travis’ arm, Ethan blanched. “I’m sorry, Murph. Let me get a washcloth and –”
Again, Travis chuckled softly, pushing Ethan back into the pillow. “Relax, baby. I can handle this myself. Get some rest and I’ll see you after dusk.”
“Aren’t there things I need to know, things you should be teaching me,” Ethan asked, eager to get right at it, just as he’d always been.
“We have all the time in the world for that, Ethan. And so much more, too. Lessons and lovemaking, card games and night shifts. We can even go fishing in the dark now and not have to worry about poking someone’s eye out with a pole anymore.”
Temporarily satisfied, Ethan patted the mattress beside him. “Come lie with me?”
“Of course,” Travis agreed. He’d forced himself to stay awake just in case Ethan woke during the day, needing to eat. Now that Ethan had had his first feeding, they could both rest easily and sleep as long as need be. “I couldn’t ever sleep anywhere but beside you.”
Travis climbed into the bed they’d shared for years and held his arms out to Ethan. Cuddled together, they fell easily into the sleep of the dead, silent, still, and breathless. Eternal.
For the third time since they’d met on that wintery December day, Travis was starting over. This time, it would be forever.
xx
I've been accused of having a song lyric for every occasion... I also sometimes think I have a comic for every occasion, too.
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,074
Summary: Travis is a vampire but can’t face the idea of living for eternity without Ethan by his side.
Author’s Note: There is this lovely person that likes to prompt original m/m fic on comment_fic. I think I love them. :D Today’s prompt was: “Original fiction; any M/M pair, Person A is bitten by a vampire, and unable to live forever without their lover, they turn person B.” So, of course, I have to write an AU of my own fandom… how weird is that? This would have been a ton of fun with Zek and Reyes, but they’re not exactly a couple… so Travis is the next obvious choice. Or he was for me anyway. Five bonus points to anyone who can cite the source of the quote in my cut. :D
“You’re what?” Ethan shook his head, giving his partner a sideways look. “Have you been in the Jameson already this morning, Murph? Because you’re acting either drunk or crazy.”
“No, I’m not drunk – or crazy – baby. But it’s true. I’m a vampire.” Travis turned those stunning blue eyes on Ethan, fixing him with his gaze. “And I know I can’t live forever without you. Hell, I called you eight times last night and you were sixteen minutes away from me. Twelve if I pushed it.”
“This is insane,” Ethan said, giving Travis a look he knew all too well. The one that said he spent entirely too many years living with the people inside his head and not enough time with those in the real world. “You think I’ve written too many novels and can’t tell the difference between reality and fantasy.”
“No, I never said that. But you can’t tell me that this doesn’t sound a little bit off.” Ethan traced a finger along the familiar line of Travis’ jaw, frowning at the coolness of his skin. “Besides, you’re not even Romanian.”
“Since when do you have to be Romanian to become a vampire? Bram Stoker was Irish after all.”
“This is what I get for living with a writer,” Ethan muttered. “So what if Stoker was Irish? You’re only half Irish. Doesn’t your Hispanic blood have anything to say about this?”
“You think there aren’t any vampires in Mexico, McDowell?” Travis plastered that playful smile on his face, the one that always proclaimed he was game for anything coming his way.
Ethan narrowed his eyes. “I can’t say I’ve ever been to Mexico, Murph. I’ll have to trust your mother’s stories on this one.”
Travis placed his hands on Ethan’s arms, drawing him close. “I know that I don’t have the best track record when it comes to being serious about things, but I’m not kidding about this. I was bitten last month and –”
“ – and you were sick for days, I remember. I was scared to –”
“ – I thought I was going to die and well, I did, kinda, but now I’m back and here and –”
“Travis, stop it. There’s just no way, it’s not possible it’s –”
“Shut up,” Travis said, drawing Ethan’s mouth close to his. “There’s only one way I can convince you. Let me show you.”
Leaning in for a kiss, Travis tugged Ethan’s lower lip into his mouth. Grazing the tip of one elongated canine along Ethan’s plump flesh, a thin rivulet of blood welled to the surface. Murphy’s tongue snaked out, drawing every molecule of the red elixir from Ethan’s skin. Travis felt his lover shudder in his arms. Fixing his mouth solely on that bottom lip, Travis began to suck lightly, only releasing when Ethan’s hand gripped the back of his neck.
“Travis,” he whimpered, face pale and heart racing.
“You believe me now?” Travis dragged his tongue from the crux of Ethan’s shoulder to just behind his lover’s ear. “You want to join me?”
Ethan pulled back and looked into the comfort of those familiar blue eyes. “I’m scared,” he confessed. “But… I don’t ever want to be without you, either. You crazy ass Irishman.”
Chuckling, Travis kissed Ethan’s forehead. “Is that a yes?”
He nodded, unable to form the words necessary to answer Murphy’s question. Instead of words, Ethan tilted his head to the side, exposing himself to Travis’ hunger. Ethan allowed his eyes to flutter closed, putting trust in Travis and his love. Giving himself over to the vampire, everything was the sound of color and the warmth of sound, the music of the light. Teeth and blood and heartbeats meshed and Ethan was no longer.
Ethan awoke to the sound of Travis singing something he couldn’t quite understand. The lyrical lilt gave the words away as being Gaelic, but his slight Hispanic accent gave it all a more Latin flair. It was an unusual contrast, but one that he was more familiar with than not. Murphy was, after all, notorious for switching between English, Spanish, and Gaelic during any one conversation. Having his parents in the room only made his language hopping worse.
“Travis?” Ethan’s voice was breathy and weak, but it was there.
“Ah, there’s my baby,” Travis crooned, smoothing his reddish brown hair off his face. “Sleep well?”
“I’m… hungry, Murph.” Two gold-flecked green eyes begged Travis for relief.
“I can help you with that.”
Travis pushed the sleeve of his forest green flannel up past his elbow before retrieving the blade he’d left on the nightstand in case… Murphy pushed the awful thought aside and drew a line across his arm, allowing the blood to pool before offering himself to his lover. Ethan’s nostrils flared and his eyes widened, scenting and sighting before lunging. Wincing slightly as Ethan latched on, Travis relaxed and allowed his baby vampire boyfriend to suckle.
When he’d had his fill, Ethan pulled back, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Glancing at the smeared mess he’d left on Travis’ arm, Ethan blanched. “I’m sorry, Murph. Let me get a washcloth and –”
Again, Travis chuckled softly, pushing Ethan back into the pillow. “Relax, baby. I can handle this myself. Get some rest and I’ll see you after dusk.”
“Aren’t there things I need to know, things you should be teaching me,” Ethan asked, eager to get right at it, just as he’d always been.
“We have all the time in the world for that, Ethan. And so much more, too. Lessons and lovemaking, card games and night shifts. We can even go fishing in the dark now and not have to worry about poking someone’s eye out with a pole anymore.”
Temporarily satisfied, Ethan patted the mattress beside him. “Come lie with me?”
“Of course,” Travis agreed. He’d forced himself to stay awake just in case Ethan woke during the day, needing to eat. Now that Ethan had had his first feeding, they could both rest easily and sleep as long as need be. “I couldn’t ever sleep anywhere but beside you.”
Travis climbed into the bed they’d shared for years and held his arms out to Ethan. Cuddled together, they fell easily into the sleep of the dead, silent, still, and breathless. Eternal.
For the third time since they’d met on that wintery December day, Travis was starting over. This time, it would be forever.
xx
I've been accused of having a song lyric for every occasion... I also sometimes think I have a comic for every occasion, too.
