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fic: just to know you're alive (1/4)
Oct. 28th, 2009 06:52 pmTitle: Just To Know You're Alive
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Word Count: ~24,000
Rating: NC-17
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tuesdaysgone, who has read more versions of some of these scenes than I care to count and somehow didn't kill me in the process. She also fixed my rampant horde of roaming commas, for which I am extremely grateful. :) Much love also goes to tigs and ignipes, who both read and encouraged and helped fix some of my stupid mistakes. All three of them should possibly be canonized for putting up with me. The title quotes the Goo Goo Dolls. Judge if you must.
Patrick turned around to face Pete, and Pete started talking. "You can disappear into thin air. You can get into someone's head and make them do things. You rarely leave your basement. And, apparently, unless someone slipped acid into my drink tonight, you drink blood." Pete stopped in front of Patrick, who wore an expression like a caged animal. "Are you a motherfucking vampire?"
Pete watched Patrick swallow. "There's no such thing as vampires," he finally answered, his voice shaky.
( you bleed just to know you're alive )
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Word Count: ~24,000
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This story would not exist without
tuesdaysgone, who has read more versions of some of these scenes than I care to count and somehow didn't kill me in the process. She also fixed my rampant horde of roaming commas, for which I am extremely grateful. :) Much love also goes to tigs and ignipes, who both read and encouraged and helped fix some of my stupid mistakes. All three of them should possibly be canonized for putting up with me. The title quotes the Goo Goo Dolls. Judge if you must.Patrick turned around to face Pete, and Pete started talking. "You can disappear into thin air. You can get into someone's head and make them do things. You rarely leave your basement. And, apparently, unless someone slipped acid into my drink tonight, you drink blood." Pete stopped in front of Patrick, who wore an expression like a caged animal. "Are you a motherfucking vampire?"
Pete watched Patrick swallow. "There's no such thing as vampires," he finally answered, his voice shaky.
( you bleed just to know you're alive )