#quinntes

Kellin’s P.O.V.

We walked along the little path next to the lake. It was worn down with age with crumbling stones but I wouldn’t have it any other way. This was the path I had gone down so many times and held too many memories for me to want change it. My hand suddenly felt warm as his engulfed it. He tugged me along as I had stopped a moment, just thinking about how long it had been. I looked over at the lake. It was reflecting the sun. I looked up into the sun only to see nothing in it.

“Stop thinking.” He whispered in my ear. His body suddenly engulfed mine. Natural warmth that surrounded every demon radiated off of him, warming the core of my soul.

“Why is there no sun? I can see it reflecting in the water, feel the warmth from it on my body during the day and lack of it at night but up there,” I pointed above my head into the never ending darkness, “I see nothing. We need to visit it soon.” His hand once again engulfed mine, bringing it down from pointing to the nothingness and instead to his lips, kissing the flesh tenderly.

“There would be nothing of the above world if that were to happen. I think of it as a blessing sometimes that we can have night unlike heaven. They have the sun all the time, for the most part, but when you look through the clouds all you see is earth and land and what they have destroyed of it. Stop thinking.” His body came closer to mine until we were chest to chest. His arm circled my waist, cradling me to him, comforting.

We continued down the worn path and out of the garden and back into the house. A fire was lit in the fireplace giving off a glow into the main room. “I will never understand you and fires.”

“It’s in my blood now. A fire runs through my veins.” His fire red tail swung at me and poked me in my side causing me to jump since that was an incredibly ticklish area of mine.

“I know, I know, that’s why you’re always so warm, Vic. What can I say, I love it.” I shrugged my shoulders and continued up the stairs to our room.

“Don’t think you can get away from me that easily, Kellin.” Vic appeared in front of me instantly. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up. I clung onto him instantly, arms around his neck, as he carried me into the living room. He sat on the couch with me in his lap with my legs thrown to the side and curled into him. I rested my head on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart.

“What do you think I would look like if I had actually made it to an adult?” I asked him. His hand curled in my hair for a moment before running through it again while the other rested on my thigh.

“I can show you based on your most probably future if you like.” He looked down at me. I saw his irises flash red for a moment before turning back to the familiar brown I knew and loved so much. I nodded at his offer. He held his hand out for a moment until I mirror appeared. I looked into it, seeing my eighteen year old faced squished into Vic’s chest until it turned.

My past appeared. First, it was of me extremely young and working on a farm. I got older though and the image changed dramatically. I was wearing a well fitted, old time suit just like my father while my mother wore a very elegant dress that hugged her waist and lifted her breast up slightly. The scene kept changing at that point then, from when I got caught kissing a boy and my dad hit me to the last moment where ended it all. When I was growing up around the 1850’s being gay was completely wrong. The glass turned murky until my face came up. My hair was slicked back and I had some stubble on my face. I looked so different compared to how I look like now. My hair was longer and very floppy while I had stayed in style with the mortal world.

“I look dreadful.” I muttered and buried my face into his chest.

“You say that every time.”

“It’s true.” He didn’t respond after that because he knew I was right. My eyes had a dead look to them, hollow, and you could tell any day I was going to end it. Arranged marriage, wealthy with no love, no dreams, I was going to die whether it be by my own hand or not.

“We should go to bed, it’s getting pretty late and I want to take you to the surface tomorrow for our date.” He picked me up and carried me upstairs to our room. I could vaguely see the stars reflecting upon the late outside our window. He set me down on the red, satin bed before climbing in himself. The room was darkly painted with a red bed spread but held a sense of lightness to it. It was an upbeat and happy feeling unlike some people might think.

Vic threw the blanket over us and I snuggled under it, body pressed against Vic’s and tucked safely into his warmth. “What was it like being turned into a demon, Vic?”

“It was painful at first. I wasn’t sure what was going on when it even happened. I had been living in hell for a while when a strange fire seemed to erupt in my veins. It was just seconds after my mom and dad had joined the council down here in hell. It was more painful because no one had actually turned me into a demon and the same goes with Mike. We dropped to the ground. What felt like lasted for hours was only seconds though. When we checked in the mirror little horned were on our head along with the demon looking tail. I wasn’t too fond of the features at that time but they’ve grown on me and on the plus side we got some powers, also. They are really convenient at times.”

“Would you have changed how you died?”

“No because if I did I might not have met you. “

“You probably still would have met me even if you didn’t turn into a demon.”

“That’s not true.”

“Things happen for a reason.” His words caught me off guard. What would have him becoming a demon of hell have changed him meeting of me? My brain whirled around with the possible answers until well past midnight, Vic’s heartbeat had slowed down, and my mind was numb with the pain of trying to understand his words.

Morning hit me pretty hard from how late I had stayed up but it was worth it waking up to a world full of kisses on my face. It didn’t take long for us to get ready and eat. Vic was taking me to the surface today. It’s truly been a while since I actually, truly, saw the sun and stars.

The first thing I notice is that the earth’s surface is cooler than I had originally thought since living in hell was warmer. I’m really glad I brought a jacket. It was about midday so we were going to be up here for a while until we could see the constellations.

“What do you want to do while we’re up here?” Vic asked me.

“I have no idea. I thought you had this planned out. I’m pretty much open for anything.”

“Well, there’s a carnival in San Diego every year so I was thinking of taking you to it until the sun started to set.” I agreed immediately to the idea. It had been many years of actually going to one and I wanted to compare them to when I was alive. Vic circled his arms around my waist, pulling my chest flush against his, and in a moment we were between two buildings. The temperature change hit me instantly. I pulled my sweatshirt off and had Vic teleport it back home, one of the perks of having a demon boyfriend.

“Does this place have the twisty ride thing?” I asked. I had never been on the ride where you spin in circle and the floor drops from your feet, only seen them occasionally in shows as the years passed.

“Yeah, we’ll go on that first.” We walked into the bright sun. The light blinded me for a moment and brought tears to my eyes. it truly has been too long.

“Are you ok, Kellin?” Vic asked me in a concerned way.

“Yeah, my eyes just burn from not living with the sun for a while.” After I had adjusted to the light we walked, casually passing the people and into the carnival. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, it was one of the perks of being with Vic and having his parents on Hell’s council.

Once we got tour carnival Vic let me do whatever, with some guidance of what things were since he kept up the time way more than I did. I made us ride on all the rides at least twice and saved the best for last.

"Hurry up. I want to eat in line for the ferris wheel." I told Vic as I held his wrist and dragged him along. The sun was setting so it was the perfect time to have a romantic setting for our date.

I waited in line patiently but antsy. Vic had his arm wrapped around my shoulders. I rocked on my feet back and forth in anticipation. Finally, the worker said we could go in the cart thing and I couldn't have been happier to oblige. We made our way on and sat as the ride started to move.

I held Vic's hand as we made our way to the top. He rested his head on my shoulder and mine on his. The ride stopped periodically as to give everyone a chance to see the sun set beautifully and reflect off the water.

"Wow." I breathed out as we reached the top. The world was cover on oranges, reds, and yellows with the slight splash of blue from the water that was otherwise batted in sunlight. "This is beautiful."

"Yes, it is." I heard Vic say from behind me. I turned my head slightly to see him focused on me and not the view. I turned to face him fully as he slowly stepped towards me. His hands rested on my shoulder once we were chest to chest. My back rested on the window. His hands slid down my chest and laced around my hips. Vic rested his forehead on mine so we were looking deep into each other's eyes.

"You're so beautiful, Kellin." Vic said quietly, lips slightly brushing against mine. Chills of pleasure ran down my spine.

"So are you. I love you so much." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my lips onto his. His arms tightened around me. My head tilted slightly in an attempt to get as close as possible to him as I could. His tongue darted out and brushed lightly against my lips. I parted them, allowing our tongues to tangle.

We were jerked sideways as the ferris wheel started moving again. Vic's grip on my arm tightened as we landed in the seat. The cart swayed slightly as we descended. I jumped out once we were back on the ground safely.

"Are you ready to go home?" Vic asked?

"No. Let's walk along the beach. Maybe see if we can find a ledge to sit along like it the stories." I replied. We left the carnival and headed towards the beach. I took my shoes off and held them. Vic did the same. His hand enclosed mine as we leisurely walked along the shore.

The sun was going down down as the evening was passing quickly. A chill swept through me but Vic's natural warmth was very comforting. The hand holding mine let go and glided up my shirt, comfortingly resting on my waist.

"I love how warm you are." I whispered, more to myself than Vic.

"You're lucky I'm a demon otherwise I wouldn't be that wame. His hand squeezed my waist slightly before relaxing.

I walked us over to the boardwalk and sat down before putting my shoes back on. The moon was a good distance up in the sky at this point. Unfortunately the you couldn't see many stars since this was a city so the pollution blocked them out.

"Can we stay out for a little longer?" I absentmindedly asked, the sky having most of my attention.

"Anything for you." He replied. His hand slid up my shirt again, giving me goosebumps as his fingers glided lightly across my skin.

My head was pulled back. Lips attacked my own. Vic climbed on top of me and started grinding himself against me. I opened my mouth so our tongues could tangle passionately. I rested my hands on his hips and started thrusting my hips up. His lips left my own and were soon placed on my neck. I turned my head to the side to give him more access.

“More.” I moaned breathlessly.He gave me one last nip, most likely leaving a mark, before pulling away.

“No. It’s getting late and we need to go back.” Vic said while climbing off of me. I stayed down though trying to calm myself down before going back to hell. Finally, I put my hands up so Vic could help me up. He lifted me up and wrapped his arms around my waste. I took one last look at the moon, assuming it would be the last time I get a clear view and not the reflection from a lake, as we teleported back into the fiery depths.

It wasn’t even an hour later when I strange feeling came over me. I was laying on the couch absentmindedly watching current world shows when this feeling started in my chest. At first it was a tingle running along my heart.

I got up to get a glass of water hoping to wash the feeling away but I didn’t make it that far. I took a step until this tingle turned into a sharp pain. I gasped and clutched my chest as my knees went weak. This pain was getting so intense that it was getting harder to breathe.

“Vic!” I yelled. The pain started spreading outwards into my shoulders and torso. My legs gave out and I fell to my knees. “Vic!” I screamed even louder. Tears started leaking out of my eyes as this pain spread even further along my body. My breaths were coming out in strangled gasps at this point.

My body gave out and I fell onto my side only to fall into the muscular arms of Vic.My whole body was in extreme pain as if I was on fire. A shooting pain like lightning bolts were constantly going off in my head and I couldn’t think straight.

“What’s wrong, Kellin?” Vic, asked. I glanced briefly at him to see worry in his eyes before closing them again in excruciating pain.

“Pain.... Everywhere…” Was all I could manage to get out before a strangled yell left my throat.

“Where did the pain start”

“C-chest.” Suddenly a striking sensation his my heart and everything stopped. The world was getting blurry. My limbs were getting heavy. Sounds were fading.

“No. This can’t be happening!” Vic yelled. I barely heard it though. I felt… Like I was floating… Floating into a different world.

Vic’s P.O.V.

I watched as a light started dissipating from Kellin’s chest. I knew what it was. I knew exactly what it was. Kellin’s soul.

AN: Here we go! A little shorter than recent chapters, but important. Also please note how quick this was compared to the last couple. cough. Anyway, tell me your thoughts please :)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Sleeping with Siren

Hands like Houses

Bring me the Horizon

Linkin Park

Quinntes

Kellin Quinn

Voices were heard outside the room as a door slammed close. Immediately Kellin placed his hand over Vic's mouth stopping a rather loud moan that was about to pass through the boys lips. A favorite part that Vic enjoyed was Kellin's fingers, man could he do some magical things with them, but it was also a weakness Kellin had. Vic sucked he slender finger into his mouth before sucking and nibbling on it.

"V-Vic, stop, you know what that does to me." He groaned out lowly. Kellin's hips jerked forward as he bit into his lovers shoulder muffling his groans as he came.

Vic laughed at raven haired singer that soon turned into a moan as Kellin dropped to his knees taken Vic fully into his mouth. He grasped Kellin's dark hair and thrust, practically fucking, the kid’s mouth. With a final groan he came hard and Kellin, being the good boy he is, swallowed everything.

He got up and stared at Vic curiously. "Did you eat a lot a pineapple today?" The Mexican tasted rather sweet today instead of the bitter taste he was used to.

"So, figured I could be nice and sweet for you for once." He smiled cheekily as the words came from his mouth. They stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around their waist when a knock on the door interrupted the boys from their thoughts. Kellin opened up to find Vic's band mates waiting at the door.

"We're looking for Vic. Any ideas where he is?" Mike crossed his arms over his chest looking rather annoyed already having an idea where his brother was at. Kellin opened the door a little wider revealing a rather sheepish looking Vic.

Justin came to see what was going on. His eyes widened before scrunching his face in disgust. "That's fucking gross man. We all have to use the bathroom too so we better clean your shit up."

The two men blushed furiously before Kellin grabbed his lovers hand and stepped out muttering, "god, we only did in the shower so it's not like the place isn't clean." He grabbed both of their clothes and made their way to the back room ignoring Mike’s yelling about being on the bus soon.

What Vic didn't know was that Kellin had a little surprise for him. They were playing a show soon and this was payback.

"Vic," Kellin called hoping to get his friends attention, "lay on the couch, I wanna try something.” Vic looked at him skeptically. He hasn't forgotten what he did to the other singer so he always kept his guard up.

"What exactly is this 'something' you wanna show me." He questioned, using his fingers to emphasize something. Instead a talking Kellin took action, placing his fingers a Vic's shoulder and applying pressure before rubbing them in deep circles.

"Holy fuck that feels good." Vic bit back a moan, another reason why he loved those slender fingers.

Knowing Vic was losing his mind in the pleasure, Kellin guided his boyfriend to the couch where he straddled him as Vic laid on his stomach. Without thinking, he laid on his arms, exactly what Kellin needed. Very discreetly and slowly he removed one hand to grab the cloth he needed to carry out his plan.

As soon as Vic felt those hands leave his back he knew what was about to happen but he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Vic was about to turn over but Kellin grabbed his wrist making them useless and smashed his upper body on top of Vic's causing the Mexicans face to smash into the couch. Vic tried to pull his hands away but the cloth was wrapped tightly around them and secured to an object.

"This worked better than I thought." Kellin thought aloud, a smug smirk decorating his face. He rested back on Vic knees so the man could rest on his elbows.

"This isn't fair Kellin!" Vic growled. He pulled at the restraints again but they were tied in an impossible knot that Vic couldn't figure out where to start.

"Oh how is this not fair?" He teased lightly. "You’re just mad I got you and you can’t do anything about it." Vic stuck his tongue out but the small man chuckled darkly. "I think I'm actually pretty lucky we still in out towels."

Vic knew he lost.

"What are you going to put on me, a vibrator, big deal." Vic acted like he didn't care but Kellin knew him to well to be fooled.

"Something a little more... Pleasurable, knowing you." That smug smile never left Kellin's lips as he went to a drawer. The raven haired singer walked slowly, taking his time, knowing this was making Vic more anxious but he wouldn't show it. After grabbing the items he returned to Vic placing them behind him so Vic, who flipped to his stomach and tried working on the knot but failed, couldn't see. In the process removing his towel.

Slowly and carefully, Kellin unwrap the towel from Vic's waist. The Mexican closed his legs but Kellin wasn't having it. His glided over the tied up man’s stomach causing him to laugh and weaken for a moment. He took the chance to spread Vic's legs and settle between them so he could longer close them.

Seeing the immense amount of lust in Kellin's eyes, Vic started panicking and tugged at the restraints once he heard a bottle open. A strangled gasp escaped his lips once Kellin's fingers entered him. He dug his head into his arm, determined not to show how much he was actually enjoying this.

"I love how you still feel so tight, even after we've just had sex." Kellin whispered. This made him blush and shut his eyes tight.

Suddenly Kellin's fingers left. He knew it wasn't over but wasn't prepared for what happened next. Something wet entered him until Kellin shoved the dildo completely in him. His back arched and he let out a scream that was muffled by his lovers lips planted firmly on his.

"It's not as big as me," Kellin smiled happily at this, "but I know you’re going to enjoy it." Just to tease Vic he started the vibrator and pulled it out before thrusting it in a couple of times.

Vic was squirming under his touch, ashamed he couldn't hold back his erection. His face was on fire as Kellin moved away, skimming his hand slowly over his body, before getting up and removing the restraints. Relief washed over him once the vibrations were off giving his body a chance to relax.

The men started pulling their clothing on, Vic more slowly since a fucking dildo was up his ass. After finishing he took a step forward and couldn't take another. His face scrunched up as he stood their trying to use to the feeling.

"Come on, we should get moving, don't wanna keep the bands waiting." Kellin teased, slipping his hands down Vic's pants, putting pressure on the object torturing the man further. He swiftly caught his Mexican as his knees collapsed under him, breathes coming out in short pants.

After regaining his balance Vic shakily walked out to the main area of the bus. His head was tilted down hoping to cover the strain on his face and hands in his pockets. Kellin came out like nothing happened at all and greeted the guys cheerily. As he was about to step out something roughly pushed him against the door trapping Vic between their arms. Kellin smiled happily at him but Vic shied away knowing something was about to happen further, tormenting him more.

"Vic, baby," Kellin whispered, tracing his thumb across Vic's full lower lip, "cheer up. I love you so much."

Vic only glared in return but sighed and laid his head on Kellin's shoulder.  "This is so unfair, I wasn't even his mean to you and do you know how uncomfortable this is?!" He waved his arms tying to emphasize his point.

"Let me help you then,” Kellin slid his hands down his protesting boyfriends back, past his jeans and boxers,  and cupped his bottom firmly in his hands. Vic gasped and bit his lips as Kellin applied pressure and slightly moved the object again and again. The hand on his butt release its grip and forcefully tangled the Mexicans brown hair and pulling his head to the side. Kellin attached his lips to the exposed skin and kissed the sensitive area repeatedly.

At this point the only thing supporting Vic was Kellin and the door otherwise he would be on the ground.

As soon as Kellin rolled his hips Vic covered his mouth suppressing urge to moan, the other gripping tightly on the back on Kellin's shirt. He bit into the singers shoulder when a hand slowly, ever so slowly, unzipped his pants, shuffled them down a little, and was shoved down his boxers gripping him tightly.

"K-Kellin, yo-ur band m-might hear." Vic manage to gasp out.

"That's why you gotta be quiet Vic. Knowing you could get caught, isn't that exciting?" Kellin whispered, sending tingles along Vic's neck. The precum lubricated his hand as he hurried his movements. Vic bucked his hips forward and gasped before biting Kellin’s shoulder again stopping any noises as he came hard.

Kellin removed his hand and licked cum off before smirking at Vic. "Delicious."  With that, Vic left to his bus, ignoring his bands comments, cleaned himself, and changed into new, clean clothing.

Sleeping With Sirens set was over but Kellin stayed on stage introducing Piece The Veil. King For A Day was first and Vic didn't have his guitar. Taking his first step Vic saw Kellin slip his hand into his back pocket and he felt it fully. His body lurched forward before stumbling on stage. He breathed deeply and put on a smile, muscles tense.

During the song Kellin slapped his but causing him to yelp in surprise. It was cute to the fans as Vic shoved his shoulder playfully. The song ended and Kellin made his exit, giving Vic a wink on the way out.

During the rest on the set Vic’s uneasiness and weariness were showing. His knees felt like jelly and sweat was pouring down his face more than the others along with having a red face most of the time. At one point his hips thrust forward and his voice grew shaky. Vic could feel his erection straining against the confines of his jeans and he held the guitar closer to him, self-conscious of his situation.

Nobody was happier than Vic as the set ended. Immediately after handing his guitar over he pushed Kellin to the wall and kissed him with very thing he had, running his tongue along the others lip before pushing past the barrier and tangling with Kellins. He gripped that raven hair he loved so much and tugged hard once he felt the others hands run down his back planting themselves firmly on his bottom. No one minded since they knew of their weird relationship but they were encouraged to get a room, or forced since the situation was getting out of hand.

Since they were staying at a hotel they wasted no time in getting to their room. The door was flung open with Vic shoved against it and Kellin rubbing their bodies together heatedly. The clothes were thrown across the room in seconds until both were naked.

Vic pushed Kellin onto the bed, watching as he shuffled back and crawling over after him. They wasted no time in getting right to action.

Kellin gasped when Vic put him completely in his mouth. He bobbed his head quickly while swirling his tongue around the head and licking up his entire length before repeating. Kellin grasped a fist full of dark hair and tugged so Vic would stop, he was already hard coming up and at this rate he won't last long.

Vic wanted to make this special though, just for Kellin. After getting some lube from the bathroom he got his belt. He wanted this to be 'very' special. The pale man stared at the object, unsure since he was the one who usually was dominant. It was rare for Vic to actually take over but when he did, it. Was. Hot.

"Don't worry Kellin, I wanted this to be fun." Vic said with a smirk. Before Kellin had a say his wrist were tied to the headboard. "At least, I wanted this to be fun for me." And with that he got the remote from Kellin's pants pocket and turned it up to full.

"No, that's not fair!" Kellin shouted quickly, watching Vic as he got up the bed with a smug smile. He grasped the vibrator, dragging it out before pushing back in. He gained speed and moaned every time it was pushed back in. This was Kellin’s punishment, watching Vic pleasure himself, moaning, thrusting, and handling himself knowing Kellin could do nothing, not even touch himself.

Kellin watched helpless as his boyfriend was being pleasures by something other than himself. His dick was twithing with want. He didn't want to, but he knew his plan had back fired.

"That should be me!" He finally cracked.

"That's what I wanted to hear." Vic said happily. He got off the vibrator shakily and crawled to Kellin. Once his dick was fully lubed Vic slowly inched his way down. He felt completely full, going down right to the base before sliding back up and slamming back down. Kellin raised his hips meeting the Mexican half way.

Moans filled he room as Vic ground and swirled his hips, letting out whimpers of pleasure. Kellin panted heavily, straining against the belt. The pleasure was building increasingly fast in his lower stomach. Through his blurry vision Kellin watching Vic as he slammed down, letting out moans every time, knowingly hitting that bundle of nerves as Vic screamed for more.

"Please, please let me free!" It was so rare to hear Kellin begging and when he did, it was desperate, needy, and fucking sexy in Vic's eyes. As soon as his wrist were untied Kellin sat up and brought Vic's hips down slamming him hard. Vic screamed and clawed lightly at the singers back.

"Fuck, god, Vic your feel so fucking amazing," Kellin huffed out. "I'm so close.” The pleasure was too much and heat pooled in his stomach and he climaxed with groan. He kept his hands placed firmly on Vic’s hips, making sure he didn’t move.

Vic was glad he could hold out. It was hard but he wasn't finished yet. Kellin thought he could beat Vic at his own game but he is dead wrong. Grabbing some lube he coated his fingers and hovered over the panting man.

"I hope you’re ready for this Kellin." He said. Confusion was written on the boy’s face but his eyes widened once Vic pushed a finger in. His finger nails dug into the Mexicans shoulders.

"This isn't fair Vic, I'm the- nngh~, s-sto- a-ah~" He couldn't finish his sentence as Vic added more fingers before twisting and curling them. When he thought Kellin was stretched enough he coated himself he grabbed Kellin's thighs bringing him closer.

"Vic, w-wait. Give me a minute." Kellin grasped Vic's upper arm hoping it might hold him off long enough to let him recover. It's not every day that Kellin's bottom, only with Vic if with anyone, and he needed a minute to adjust from his overly sensitive state and come down from his high.

"Him, let me think about it," he glanced down at Kellin with innocence, "nope." He popped the 'p' and slammed in.

Neither of them were ready for the over whelming amount of pleasure that took over their bodies. Vic groaned and grit his teeth, loving how tight and warm Kellin felt around him. He rarely tops but when he did he always made the most out if it.

Kellin let out a scream, gripped the sheets till his knuckles turn white, and let out a scream of pure ecstasy. His body felt like it was on fire, a good kind of fire. An intense pleasure swarmed his body going right to his lower. He felt himself becoming hard again.

Knowing that Kellin really like it rough when he bottomed, Vic started thrusting fast and hard immediately. Each time Kellin would let a small scream. His hands kept gripping everything, moving from pillows to sheet then covering his face before going back the pillows, trying to find some type of anchor. He moaned as a new type of pleasure exploded through him as Vic adjusted his hips.

"Vic, Vic, Vic," Kellin chanted his name over and over again. Vic laid his body on the panting mans, their chest flushed together as the smaller boy wound his arms under Vic forarms and gripped his shoulder pulling him close. Vic couldn't stop moaning as heat was pulling in his stomach steadily but this is a rare chance that he tops Kellin and he wants it to last.

"Are you gonna come for me Kellin? Come on babe, scream nice and loud." He whispered seductively and licked the shell of Kellin's ear. Before he could even get a word out Vic reached between them and gripped the singer’s length tightly before pumping in time with his thrust. Kellin’s back arched off the bed and head flew back as he moaned loud. The thing with Kellin is, when he bottoms he gets extremely loud and gets impossibly pleasured and needy but won't have sex for a couple of days. He hated being bottom and will only do it every once in a while.

With Kellin's back arched Vic took the opportunity to grasp the boy in his arms and pull them up so Kellin was riding him. Kellin wrapped his arms around his lover to steady himself as his hips were forced down. With each thrust Vic moaned and placed fluttery kisses along the screaming Kellin's neck. God, he was right there. He needed to release so fucking bad it was painful, but not before Kellin. He moved his hand in time with Kellin and applied pressure to the tip. Kellin screamed his name as he reached his peak.

"Ugh, Kellin, I'm-" with a groan and cry of his own Vic pushed he spent Kellin's hips down one last time before climaxing.

They stayed there for a minute, panting and regaining their breathes. Kellin brought his hand to Vic cheek and connected their lips, kissing him slowly. He licked the tan man’s lip, which he happily opened his mouth for. Their tongues tangled together as Vic placed his hand over his lovers. Even though they just had sex, the love was shown through all in this weird relationship and only they could understand it.

"I love you Vic."

"I love you to Kellin."

Kellin lay on his side on the bed, angrily turning away from Vic. "I hate you." He muttered angrily.

"Stop pouting, I just topped you. I haven't in a while anyway so what's the big deal?" Vic chuckled and scooted his body to look at the pouting boy directly.

"You know how I get and I hate that side of me, I always dominate. My plan didn't even work." He finally looked up to see Vic smiling cheekily.

"Come on, it's not that bad. I don't know why you thought you could get me back; I'm always able to turn the table, Kells. Though you may be dominant you can never get back at me, I'm too good. Just look where you are now." He chuckled at the pounting.

"Fine, no sex for two weeks."

"What?!" He shot up in bed.

"No touching yourself or pleasuring yourself in any way."

"Hell no!"

"Oh, don't think you can do it Vic." It was Kellin's turn to smile.

Vic thought about it for a minute. An idea came to mind. He smirked at Kellin who reflected his expression. "If I can make you have sex with me in those two weeks what do I get?"

Kellin thought for a moment. Something that would mean a lot to both while still being fun. "If you win you can be top for the next two tours and in between."

"Oh going big I see," Vic remarked, "if you win... What do you want?"

He smirked evilly; his boyfriend didn't know what he was getting into. "You have to have sex me where I want, when I want, how I want on the next two tours, and you can't say no."

Both boys thought of their answers before smiling and extending their hands out and shaking.

"Deal."

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A/N: So I think I'm going to write another but I don't know who I want to win...

  I might turn this into a whole fic rather than just a shot but I might not???? Opinions please????

Kellic AU in which Vic and Kellin are just two kids trying to get by with small town life. 

The boys that Kellin is with are not the sws boys okay bc i wanted to include some more bands but i never really got round to it

I hate this one and I don’t know why it turned out so bad but it did and just ugh can u not read it tho bc I will cry of embarrassment k 

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It’s late. Not too late, but that time around eleven o’clock where it’s too late to really go out. Even though it feels like the night is only just starting, in reality everything is closed or closing soon and there will be no where to go. That’s what my parents say anyway, and why I’m apparently not allowed out at this time.

However, I am an eighteen year old boy and currently giving zero fucks about what my parents say so I sneak out the back door anyway. The arcade stays open late sometimes, as do the takeaways, and the text I’ve received from my friends says they’ve found somewhere. Of course I’m going. Are you kidding me? No fucking way am I staying in on a saturday night.

 I don’t live in the worst part of town where I’m supposed to be meeting everyone, but I only live ten minutes away if I walk fast, so I stick to the main streets and keep my hood up. It’s bitter weather for what is usually a warm spring night, so I hurry and somehow make it to the takeout I was told in five minutes.

 Even from outside I can hear the ruckus inside and yeah, that’s definitely my friends, so I head inside and they just seem to get louder as they all scream “Vic!” and beckon for me to come sit with them in their little corner booth. I smile because they love it here and that’s the seat they always choose, just big enough to fit the four of us on. It’s like a tradition - a dumb one, but a tradition none the less. They’re all here too, Jaime, Tony, and my brother, Mike, who must have still been out from earlier. 

“Alright boys, where are my ribs?” I ask, looking across the table. I’m teasing because I know for well they haven’t got me any and they know I’m messing with them too because they push me out the booth again and into the line to order. 

I am annoyed because we usually have these places to ourselves so late but there is this this one group of three boys being almost as noisy as us in front of me and it’s really frustrating because now I have to wait in line. It’s also incredibly dull and I find my eyes wandering across the room, looking for anything interesting to stare at.

I soon find something. I’m scanning across the counter and notice one of the boys has stepped away. I was wrong about how many of them there are as there are four people in front of me, not three. I don’t mind though, because the fourth person, the new one, well he is... wow.

In such a small town, it’s hard to find anyone attractive enough to date. But attractive would be an insult to this boy. Mind blowing gorgeous is be a better phrase, maybe even angel, and still I am thinking that it doesn’t quite emphasize on the pure perfection I can see in front of me well enough.

He’s laughing right now, a wide grin spread on his pretty little lips that stretches right up to his piercing blue eyes. They are brought out by the messy (but obviously styled to be so) dark hair falling round his face in waves down to his chin. He may be short but he’s skinny so he just looks cute and god fucking dammit, I notice he’s wearing a band tee that I myself was thinking of getting. Knowing he has the same music taste as me is for some reason a total turn on, as if his looks alone were not enough.

I’m staring and I know it. It’s another thing I have decided to give no fucks about. 

He seems to catch my eye for a moment and I feel my heart beat a little faster from nerves, but then I see that one of his friends is standing just to the right of me and I relax again. 

His friends slowly drift from the line to the counter and then to a row of seats opposite ours, until this mysterious angel boy is the only one left. His friends are now a bit too far away to make conversation with him and he looks almost as bored as I do.

I watch him as he saunters up to the counter and I’m so distracted gazing at him that I don’t notice the worker on the counter next to his tell me she’s free until she’s practically shouting. My face turns red and I bow my head in embarrassment as I scurry up to the counter, desperate to keep my eyes off the boy next to me.

He’s so close I can almost feel his body heat and I’m pretty damn sure he can feel mine because when he reaches down to get the money in his pocket his elbow brushes mine.  My face heats up and I snap my head to his. He gives me a small smile and mutters sorry. I just smile back and turn to my kebab, willing my face not to turn any redder than it already is. Snatching the tray I hurry back to our table where the boys are snickering at me - clearly I was not being as discrete as I thought I was. 

“Little distracted there, Vic?” Jaime asks, and nudges me in the ribs with his elbow. The others are looking over my latest crush as he walks back to his table with his food and I’m not sure if he realizes why they’re staring but he does give us a funny look as he walks past.

“I didn’t think he would be your type Vic, wasn’t the last one a lot more tanned? And taller?” Mike teases me and I find my self wondering why I’m even friends with these people when they feel the need to constantly embarrass me. 

I ignore their comments and just look down at my food.

Teenage boys have a short attention span though so within a few minutes the attention is completely off me and onto something else again, a game or girl or a show I should apparently be interested in. I’m not.

I really want to look at this kid again, or at least check he’s still here, but I have not chosen my seat wisely so I’ve got my back to him. I can’t look around without being obvious so I try to concentrate on the conversation, my food, or anything else.

After a while of some serious willpower on my part I hear the chairs behind me scraping back and I finally give in, turning to look at the five boys now laughing as they head towards the door and out of the takeout. I watch as my mystery boy walks away down the street and eventually out of my eye line, and I’ve got half a mind to walk on out after him. I don’t, but my heart kind of sinks a little when I realize that not only is it the first time I’ll see him, but likely the last.

I slap myself mentally at this last thought. Does it matter? I’ve never spoken to this boy. The only thing making me want him so bad is his looks. I never thought I would be so shallow.

Without distractions it take me only another few minutes to finish my food and then the boys are suggesting we move. I agree; the fluorescent white lights of the crappy cheap takeout are making my eyes hurt, and the three workers are giving us dirty looks for hanging around for so long but buying so little food.

As a punishment for the looks we leave without clearing our stuff up and I feel a little bad. It’s not their fault they’re stuck in a crappy job, why should we make it harder for them? But I don’t voice my opinions. I’m having too much fun again. 

For some reason, I always feel a sense of freedom for being out so late at night in such a quiet area of town. When we’re walking we talk a little louder, walk a little slower and laugh a little more often than is natural, but it’s what comes with being young and free. It’s a good night and we’re having too good a time to give a damn what others think. 

I’m not really paying attention to where we are headed but when I see the arcade approaching I don’t complain. We’re lucky it’s still open because the guy who owns it can be a real grumpy asshole but tonight seems to be our night because the lights are still twinkling away, the machines are still making tinny game sounds and it’s somehow still almost as empty as the rest of the town.

From the outside the place looks barely big enough to fit a kiosk and a few video games, but in reality it stretches back for ages, with even a small bowling alley and roller rink in the back. This is where we head; there are a few sofa’s around this area for mums to sit on while their kids skate but we are usually the only ones who like to sit there.

Except tonight, we’re not. In our place are the boys from the takeout. 

My mysterious boy is the first to notice us. 

I find the face of the boy and he looks me in the eyes - this time I know it’s me he’s looking at and it’s like our eyes are locked in place, staring at each other with this odd, hypnotizing intensity.

Unfortunately, Jaime notices who he is too and then looks at me with a gleeful expression as my cheeks start to hot up again. By slinging an arm around my shoulders he knocks me out of the stare and I want to slap him, I really do, but the dangerous look on his face tells me he has an idea and all I want now is to not be a part of whatever it is he has planned. Mike must know something I don’t because he winks at Jaime and steps forward, sending a smirk my way that can’t be good.

“You boys mind if we take those seats?” He asks the four of them, pointing to a large sofa right next to the two they’re taking up.

“No, go ahead.” replies a British kid with dark hair and piercings who seems to be laying across most of the first sofa.

Before I really have time to process this, Mike, Jaime and Tony all rush to sit down and the only seat left is on the end - coincidentally, the one right next to my mystery boy.

Of course, now I’ve finally realised their plan it’s too late for me to do anything about it and I have no choice but to sit down, desperately turning my back away from the boy and hoping to lay my legs across Jaime’s lap. 

Jaime has other idea’s and crosses his legs which forces me to sit normally and leaves me with barely any space to sit. These sofas don’t have arms though, so I manage all of five seconds on my seat before I’m slipping and whoops, I’m on the floor.

Jaime’s looking in the other direction when I fall and Tony and Mike seem too into what he’s saying to notice I’ve fallen. I want to pull their attention to me because hey, I’m their friend, notice I’m on the fucking ground, but a snicker to my other side distracts me. 

Even when this boy is laughing at me he’s pretty and I just glare at him, even though inside I’m really stupidly happy because I have managed to grab his attention.

“What so funny?” I question him, a playful tone to my voice. “ I could be in agony right now. I could have broken my tail bone, for all you know.” 

He just laughs harder and I fall in love a little with the melodic sound. “Yeah, but lets be honest, you’re fine. So i’m allowed to laugh.” his voice has the same edge to mine and I could almost say he was flirting. My luck is almost never this good, but it’s luck enough that I’ve found this boy, so I decided to push it a little.

“A true gentleman would have helped me up by now!” I complain, which sets him off into giggles again. I’m not sure if he’s laughing with me or at me.

When he extends a hand to help me up though, I know I’m okay on the laughing front.

“You can stand then? No broken tail bones I guess.” His joke isn’t even that funny but something about him just makes me want to giggle along anyway so I do. 

Laughing and half-flirting can only hold up a conversation for so long though and we fall into a moment of awkward silence. I am reminded of the first day of pre-school trying to make new friends, though obviously with less flirting.

I perch my bum back on the edge of the seat, being more careful this time, and look down to my hands.

“I’m Kellin, by the way.” He says, bringing my attention back to him. 

It’s literally the perfect name for him. Completely. It’s got sort of a girly sound to it but it also sounds sort of rebellious and maybe dangerous and he just looks exactly like a Kellin kind of guy.

“Hi Kellin, i’m Vic.” I say with a smile. I wonder what he thinks of my name. Does it suit me? Is it too old or young for me? Am I too tanned for it or does my style not reflect it?

From the smile he returns, I figure his thoughts are good.

We begin talking - he tells me his friends names and how he met them and what school he goes to. I find out it’s one of the further out schools, an expensive private one which is why I’ve never seen him around here before, and I feel a little embarrassed telling him I go to public school. He doesn’t seem to care though. In fact, he tells me he’s jealous that I go to a school where wealth isn’t everything. I just laugh and tell him if he went there, he might feel a little differently. 

I tell him about my own friends and that Mike is my brother which leads onto a conversation about family that makes him look a little uncomfortable. It’s cute seeing him with a bit of a shy side but I also catch on this is a touchy subject and tactfully change the topic. He perks up again when I mention music and I swear to God I just want to hug him forever when he tells me his favorite bands because they are exactly the same as mine.

I notice some more unashamed flirting too, and I happily join in. I mention the posters on my wall and he demands I show him my bedroom sometime, accompanied by a cheeky wink, so I tell him the same. I express my annoyance at my lack of decent clothes in our style and he tells me my lack of clothes isn’t really too much of a disappointment to him. He’s bitching about a visit to the dentist and I tell him he has a very nice mouth that could probably do some very good things in this world. You can practically see the hearts in my eyes.

We’re talking about ex’s and although he’s being very gender neutral, I think I notice a ‘he’ slipped in somewhere.

I must have lost track of time because before I know it Tony is tapping me on the shoulder and telling me it’s time to go, Jaime and Mike are already out the door, and he’s not waiting any longer for me. He’s not joking either because the second I turn back to Kellin Tony’s already scurrying out of the arcade after the other two.

“Guess I gotta go...” I sigh. I’m disappointed, because I would willingly stay here all night and talk to this guy, but I can’t and it sucks. 

“Sucks, man.” He replies, looking down at his feet. I’m a little pissed because wait, is that it? Is that really it? But he looks up again and grins a stupidly stunning smile and says, “Since you’ve been left, I’ll walk you back if you like?” so now it’s my turn to grin stupidly and nod.

I love that my town has a beach. It’s thin and it’s stony, and pretty pointless, but walking along the pier at night under the stars with the sound and smell of the sea is so romantic. It brings back the sense of freedom and you feel young and happy and loved, even when you’re alone.

I’m lucky enough to not be alone this time though. I wish I lived further away but I don’t so I purposely walk slowly. If Kellin notices he doesn’t say and we talk a little more on the way back, but it’s slow, relaxed conversation, not the fast paced getting to know each other stuff like back in the arcade.

I notice his hand swinging next to him and wonder what he’d do if I grabbed it, but I try to ignore the thought and carry on walking. We’ve only just met, and I’m a little shy when it comes to that sort of stuff.

I notice the way the moonlight really compliments his pale skin tone and makes his eyes spark through the darkness and I want to reach over and cup his face. He looks so fascinating in this light, unreal, and I can’t quite fathom how I was lucky enough to just run into such a wonderful guy who may or may not be into me too.

We eventually have to turn off the pier onto the back streets leading to the place where I live. I begin to become embarrassed again. From what Kellin has told me his family has a lot of money, and though we’re not exactly poor, our home is no LA mansion either. He doesn’t seem to care though. In fact, he tells me how much he loves the windy streets and abundance of houses. It looks like we are a community. I cannot stop laughing at his comment and tell him he could not be more wrong. I purposely go through the back alley so I can sneak through our back door, and when Kellin asks why we are standing at my back gate instead of the front, he finds it hilarious that I was actually rebellious enough to sneak out without my parents permission.

“You just look so innocent, but I guess everyone has a secret side to them. ‘Vic Fuentes; safe, unarmed, and afraid to break no rules’.”

I slap him lightly for the joke and he steps out of the way to move from my hand, laughing at my pathetic attempt to punish him. In the process, he suddenly gets a lot closer and I like the proximity at which we are standing. It is close enough to be more than friends without meaning anything and close enough to lead to something without it being imminent.

“I like doing rebellious, stupid things too sometimes, Vic.” Kellin tells me, a little sparkle in his eyes. His eyes dart around my face, settling on my lips, and I think time actually stops. He can’t actually be about to do what i think he is, is he? 

His eyes dart up to mine once more, seeming to look for permission, and I just stare back at him with a cheeky little smile on my face.

I guess he takes this as a yes because next thing I know he’s wrapped his arms round my neck, pulling me a little closer to make our lips meet.  He can’t have kissed me for more than a second - short, sweet, and it barely counts, but it feels like the result of a million days of waiting. I ignore my head telling me it’s way too quick to be thinking like this.

He pulls back to look at me and when I’m still smiling he pulls me back in for a better kiss. 

As if the first was not enough, now he begin to move his lips with mine, wrapping his fingers in my hair to pull my face closer. My hands hold his waist and it’s making him feel a lot closer than before. I taste his breath, which is surprisingly minty, and smile while he’s kissing me still. Kellin bites my lip a little as he pulls away and just gives me a look of approval and pride that makes my heart feel warm.

“I wouldn’t say that was particularly stupid. In fact, it was a definitely a smart move.” I tell him, making the corners of his mouth twitch.

His hands slide down from my hair to my waist and into my jean pockets. It’s a strange position, but I like it. We stand there for a minute, appreciating the night.

“I’m more intelligent than you would think.” Kellin finally replies, and I raise an eyebrow. I know he’s referring to my joke but to me, he looks like so much more than a pretty face. I have a feeling this boy has a thousand secrets, each one more beautiful than the last, and I really want to find them all out.

Kellin steps back and I take my hands from his waist. This is goodbye, and I think it’s going to be awkward.

“Call me, okay?” He tells me with a smile and a wave before he turns around and begins to walk away. I nod, even though he can’t see me, and push open the gate. 

I’m already inside my small garden before I think back through the night and realize he never actually gave me his number. I’m about to go back and ask him for it when I suddenly catch on to how ridiculous I’m being, reach into my pockets and yes, there is a little piece of paper with a number scrawled on it in surprisingly neat writing.

“You’re cute. You’d better call me.

-Kellin x x x“