michael-westly

[michael-westly]

"I swear, your parents didn't tell you no enough as a child. You're insane".

West was very surprised that he managed to get through to Patrick now. He let out a sigh of relief as he finally felt like he had some control over the situation. "The only thing stopping me is you being weird! And you blackmailed me. I don't want to sleep with you until you apologize for that stunt and mean it". He swatted at Patrick's hand. "You're obsessive. Part of me wants to make you fucking wait as payback, now let go of me".

“And why should I be blamed for remembering?” Patrick frowns then. “Nah! Drunk people don’t suddenly do what they don’t want to do. Alcohol is an inhibitor.” He corrects the actor.

“We don’t see my face on that video, or anything that could identify me.” But then his face changes as the other man says he’d have slept with him had he not been a dick to him. “Really? So you do want me and the only thing stopping you now is pride? Of all the things—” And then, Patrick grabs the actor’s face, to force him to look into his eyes. “Michael, I want you. And I’ll hunt you down to the end of the world if I have to. No other personal will ever want you as much as I do. I’ll give you anything you want… if you just let me in…” The look in his eyes, it’s both predatory, but also longing.

#ch:patrick #hollywood event

[michael-westly]

West was the type of person who was always happy when people he cared for were successful. He didn't get into acting to win awards, but he knew how nice it was to win them. He had been invited to the Tony's as a guest, and watched in joy as Alex won her award. As much as he wanted to celebrate with her right away, he didn't want to interrupt the hordes of interviewers and other actors. So he waited.

When she agreed to get brunch he was happy. He went out to buy some flowers and a gift for her as a congratulations. West laughed as she gave him a hug once they met eyes, "Hello to you too, Ms. Tony Winner! I'm so proud of you! How did it feel?"

@michael-westly

Since West had moved on to doing movies she felt like she had hardly seen him. Not that it was his fault, she had been so busy with Moulin Rouge that she'd hardly had time to sleep let alone see friends. But when he had contacted her about having breakfast shortly after she had won her award, she couldn't refuse. It would be nice to relax with a friend, however brief it may be.

Upon arrival at their favorite brunch spot, it took only a moment before she spotted him. She rushed over, a grin on her face as she quickly wrapped him in a hug. "Hello handsome." She pulled back enough to give him a kiss on his cheek, a smile on her lips. "It's been too long. I've missed you."

#ch:alexandra #hollywood event

[michael-westly]

"I'm a lightweight. How is that my concern though?" There didn't seem like there was anyway to get it through Patrick's head. "Patrick, we were drunk, that's the key here. People do dumb shit all the time when they're drunk, but it doesn't mean anything".

He winced as the other man pinned his hands to the wall. Now West was getting annoyed. "Are you really threatening me? I could turn around and do the same to you". He always knew the two director brothers were a little odd. Either they had both grown up without hearing the word no or they just always wanted to get what they wanted. Either way, West wasn't having it. "You know, if you had been fucking normal about all of this, I probably would have slept with you again. But no you had to blackmail me and now you're threatening me. Now I'm definitely done with you".

"A shame, because we were both drunk, but you magically forgot everything, but I didn't. And yet, you're the one who kept begin for more, and was still trying to choke on my cock, even when I couldn't get it hard anymore———that's how hungry you were." Patrick replies. The confidence he's showing, and how easily the words fall from his lips are a sharp contrast to the introvert image people have of him in the business.

The director pushes back, this time, holding Michael's wrists above his head and against the one with one tight grip putting his actual strength on full display. He benches a lot, but hides it behind clothes that never quite fits. "I mean, you're right. Your flawless talents are your own. But I can also destroy your reputation. What would people think of you? No one would think of you as a serious actor anymore. And after so much efforts to get into the big leagues—that'd be tragic." He whispers, lifting a knee between the actor's legs.

#ch:patrick #hollywood event

[michael-westly]

"What I do when I'm intoxicated has no standing over what I do when I'm sober" He replied back. West really didn't remember anything about that night, which disturbed him. The sad part was that he probably would have been more open to another round, if the director hadn't been so weird about it.

He scowled and pushed the other man away from him. "I don't need your help to be successful, Patrick. I can do that all on my own, and I have. Thank you for the offer. Now are you going to leave?"

“Thinks have never been professional between us, Michael.” Patrick points out; obviously referring to them fucking in that hotel. “You keep saying you don’t remember, but video clearly tells me we had fun—” He pushes the actor against a wall, caging him there. “I want to see that face again.”

Patrick licks the length of the other man’s neck before biting it playfully. “Give yourself to me for the next five years, and I’ll make you the greatest star you’ve dreamed of. And I’ll delete that video in five years and any copies, if you still want me to.” Strangely enough, Patrick is a man of his word. He’s just an asshole.

#ch:patrick #hollywood event

[michael-westly]

West had years of experience in acting, but even that couldn't stop the face he made at Patrick's words. It was true that the director was very professional during their time together. He was probably the most professional director West had worked with throughout his whole career.

He moved aside as Patrick walked in but West didn't move from near the door. "I don't think it's a shame. And no I don't think that's necessary. In fact, I think it's better we take whatever win we do or don't get and part ways professionally".

Call it hurt pride or something similar. But one apparently very drunken night a couple years ago had led to the filmmaker to sleep with the then Broadway actor, only for said actor to completely deny it when they'd met again. Of course, most people would blame it on bad luck because Patrick had to run out that morning, but had he known the other would react like that in the future, he would've been late to his appointment that morning.

But that night, Patrick had taken photos and videos with the actor because he'd been that good to fuck. But after his pride had been hurt, the eldest twin of the Pendrix-Cain had wanted to get back at Michael. And when the brothers had been thinking about the perfect actor for Blink, Patrick had suggested the now movie actor Michael and that he could get him to work for them cheap. And that had been the start of their story, at least from Michael's point of view. Surprisingly, Patrick had been extremely professional while on set, it had just been his behaviour after the movie had wrapped that been troublesome to say the least.

Now, with their nominations, people had been interviewing more and more and it so happened that they had been booked in the same hotel. Patrick waits until much later and that no one is around to go to the actor's room. He knows politely. "It's me." He knows, the other will open. And when he does, he steps in. "Last round today, a shame I'll only get to see you again at the ceremonies themselves. Don't you think it's about time we go for a redux of those videos?"

#ch:patrick #Hollywood Event

[michael-westly]

The situation couldn't be helped, sadly. Just thinking about it brought West a headache. Nothing in the industry came without a cost, and sadly this was a big cost. While it was the first time a movie of his was nominated, it wasn't something he felt proud of. Probably due to the reason why he was cast in the first place.

He knew of the Pendrix and Cain, they were two brothers that cut their teeth on the indie scene with their experimental horror. It seemed all the rage these days, but their movies were actually good and maybe if it had happened a different way he would have enjoyed doing the movie. Sadly for him, his casting was anything but nice. Patrick, the eldest, had blackmailed him into doing the movie. It was so baffling to West, since he probably would have done it anyways. It left a sour taste in his mouth, but he still gave it it all.

Now with the movie being nominated, he was on the press junket with the director. After a day of interviews, West wanted to just pass out on the bed of his hotel room, but someone knocked at the door. He sighed and answered it with a groan, "Yes?"

@patrickpendrix

#ch:patrick #Hollywood Event

[michael-westly]

"Are you sure?" West asked as a joke. The wolf was drawn to Patrick for reasons far beyond physical assets. They were both very different men, with different views and ideals, but somehow they made it work. West realized that being with someone so different than him allowed him to see the world through different eyes.

"It's most certainly not a problem for me". West was into it, and really wouldn't mind it. The wolf just smiled, "Or we can dull down some of your power and then we can see how long you'll last".

West melted back against Patrick, just enjoying the feeling of his tongue. "You always make me feel good, Patrick". He wanted more, but he also knew better than to ask for too much in a short amount of time. Patrick was cruel, and he often showed it during their intimate moments. "Can you fuck me, please?' He asked.

"It's the most logical." Because at first, he doubts it was anything else than that with his face and cock. Patrick might be a serial killer, but being forced to pretend all these centuries did bring some clarity to what he is in the eyes of society. But to the chthonic, he's perfectly normal and so is Mathias, it's just the world that lacks understanding of people like them. And while Michael loved him, Patrick is aware that they stand on different side of the coin———even if it's the same coin.

"Then I suppose fucking will happen until you faint, my Michael." His response is far too logical for the subject at hand. "It's not a problem for me, but might be one for you." He has far more stamina than his lover, not only due to his species, but his age, which is close to thrice it.

The chthonic can smell that slight difference in the wolf's scent when Michael catches sight of him. He might no longer be a priest but the younger man still has a kink for things related to it. "My beautiful Michael, I'm corrupting you. It think it's fitting with me looking like Lucifer—no?" One of his hand reaches between the wolf's leg to take hold of his cock and masturbate him. "When isn't that tight pussy not wet for me?" He whispers teasingly, before biting one ass cheek, then returns to his tongue-fucking.

#ch:patrick

[michael-westly]

West wasn't mad, he felt bad. Being turned was never enjoyable. The pain of your humanity being torn from you was a pain no one forgot. "It's not going to for a while, but you have to fight through that, Alex". He refused to give up on her and he refused to let her give up on herself. The wolf frowned, "I'm very sorry, love. That's...That's no way anyone should suffer. Gods are cruel and mysterious in their intentions, but they always have a reason for them".

Alex got up off the couch the moment he went to put an arm around her, shaking her head. "Sorry..." She whispered, shaking her head. She still hated being touched, was skittish of practically everyone and everything at the moment. "It doesn't feel much like living.." She admitted, settling into the chair across from him. She was quiet for a moment, trying to find the words without wanting to scream. "They all lost control....and I couldn't move. Couldn't scream..." She fought back the urge to cry, quickly wiping at her eyes. "The gods must love their jokes."

#ch:alexandra

[michael-westly]

West laughed, "Oh yes, I do forget about those kind of benefits". He had been around supernatural for so long, he sometimes forgot about the different distinctions between all species.

"I've been good. I'm alive, so that's that." That was really the best anyone could do now. West was alive and well, what more could he ask for? "What about you?"

"Ah well," she tilts her head "Benefit of an unbeating heart?" she laughs. The only time she became aware of the cold was when she lacked Evie's warmth. "It's not too bad though," both the lack of a beating heart and the water. "Refreshing?" she laughs "The sun will warm you after."

"How have you been?"

#ch: Eden

[michael-westly]

"Is it? I could give you a bunch of other reasons as to why I fell in love with you Patrick". West could really go on and on about why he loved the other man. If Patrick's temporary death meant anything, it was that West was very serious about his feelings towards him.

"Hmm I don't think it's a problem if I faint. It wouldn't be the first time that you fucked me during unconsciousness. I would just hope that you'd wake me up at some point".

He looked at Patrick so fondly, it as almost like they were cuddling and not almost fucking. He shuddered and spread his legs more. This was nice, really nice, but West's patience was starting to run out. He ran his fingers through Patrick's hair. "I need your cock in me. Just like this".

"It's the most logical." Because at first, he doubts it was anything else than that with his face and cock. Patrick might be a serial killer, but being forced to pretend all these centuries did bring some clarity to what he is in the eyes of society. But to the chthonic, he's perfectly normal and so is Mathias, it's just the world that lacks understanding of people like them. And while Michael loved him, Patrick is aware that they stand on different side of the coin———even if it's the same coin.

"Then I suppose fucking will happen until you faint, my Michael." His response is far too logical for the subject at hand. "It's not a problem for me, but might be one for you." He has far more stamina than his lover, not only due to his species, but his age, which is close to thrice it.

The chthonic can smell that slight difference in the wolf's scent when Michael catches sight of him. He might no longer be a priest but the younger man still has a kink for things related to it. "My beautiful Michael, I'm corrupting you. It think it's fitting with me looking like Lucifer—no?" One of his hand reaches between the wolf's leg to take hold of his cock and masturbate him. "When isn't that tight pussy not wet for me?" He whispers teasingly, before biting one ass cheek, then returns to his tongue-fucking.

#ch:patrick

[michael-westly]

"I just know a losing battle when I see one". West could have laid in bed making jokes with Patrick all morning. Both of them seemed like they were in the same happy mood. Seeing Patrick smile always made his heart skip a beat. The chthonic was beautiful, and he certainly didn't need West to tell him that. The wolf reached up to trace the smile on Patrick's lips with his fingers.

He smiled, "I can if you'd like. I think I still remember some of my three hour sermons I used to do. Are you interested?" It was all a joke of course. Both men knew West's feelings on preaching now. "Hmm I plea the fifth on that one, babe. But I will say, that kind of breakfast is my favorite to eat. And I do like being stuffed with it...so take that as you will".

West got comfortable in his position, and sighed as Patrick moved behind him. His cock was already hard from being teased earlier. He moaned for Patrick, loud and unashamed. "Thank you, Patrick".

"Look at you agreeing with me suddenly." And there, he grins. But it's not malicious like it would be for everyone else, it's almost boyish. Not quite, but on such a youthful face, he looks like a teen who's done something back and got away with it.

"Are you about to preach?" He's teasing. He won't call Michael, Father, because he knows the wolf doesn't like it—unless it's for a scene, but Patrick knows the wolf will understand what he'd just implied. "Sounds very unhealthy. Are you trying to tell me something?"

With the wolf moving into position, Patrick crawls right behind him, before lowering himself a bit, before he spreads his lover's cheeks apart. Then he pushes his tongue through the tight ring of muscle.

#ch:patrick

[michael-westly]

"Well that's a different story. But that might make me wish it could be real, however we could make that happen".

"Evil is subjective" West said back. He liked this moment they were in. All the stress seemed to finally disappear and they could just relax. While West was never certain of the future, he wanted to make sure that Patrick would be his forever. "If anything, I'd say you're a full pancake breakfast, with hash browns and bacon on the side".

He smiled big and moved out of Patrick's lap and on to his hands and knees. There weren't any plans for the day, so they could spend all day home doing whatever they wanted.

"If you were fucked by three of me in a dream, I doubt you'd complain." Patrick teases, knowing very well that it would be quite the literal wet dream for the wolf. But he supposes dreaming of the wolf wouldn't be the same———then again, if that's all he could have, Patrick would be satisfied with it.

"Now who's being evil?" And there, he continues to smile even at the rolling his eyes. He's in quite the good mood at the moment. "Well I'm not french, so that only leaves me to be a toast. And I'm obviously better than a toast." For a moment, if only to antagonise his lover, he resists leaning down. But after a few seconds, he does so and rewards Michael with another deep kiss.

"Since you don't seem in a hurry to eat. How about you get on all fours for me?" He whispers into the kiss.

#ch:patrick

[michael-westly]

"True true. But I will say, real life is better than the dreams sometimes". Yes, they could do whatever they wanted in a dream, but it was never as good as the real thing.

He laughed, "If I had known what you were going to pick, I wouldn't have given you an option". He rolled his eyes at his lover, then tried to pull him down for a kiss, "You're not, you are correct. But you are better I think. The jury might still be out on that one though".

"Just like me walking into dreams doesn't necessarily make it evil." Casual banter. He's always liked them. But neither of them is wrong in this case, thus, no point to prove or argue.

"You shouldn't have given me options then, my Michael." Not that Patrick cares whether given or not. And there, at the wolf's request, the chthonic smiles———that smile only reserved for Michael. "I'm not french toast."

#ch:patrick

[michael-westly]

"Mm what's fun and games to one, maybe be cruel to others, love". West had seen that cruelty, but it was nowhere near as bad as what others experienced. He was fortunate to be on Patrick's good side with things.

Being lazy was the wolf's favorite activity. If he didn't have to make an effort, then he was happy. He smiled as Patrick's hand went between his legs, "Oh? I was really hoping for French toast" he said as a joke. Before Patrick could move, West turned his head and nudged Patrick's cock too. "Can I?"

"Evil? Of course not. It's just for fun and games." He's both sarcastic and serious. It's in his DNA to be cruel, even more now than ever. But Michael does calm his tendencies; only around him that is. No one else is safe.

The chthonic, puts his phone on the side table and leans back down, this time though, a hand slips down the length of his lover's torso, and keeps going until it takes hold of his cock. "Neither." He whispers as he squeezes the wolf's dick and starts to masturbate him slowly.

#ch:patrick

[michael-westly]

These peaceful moments were what West cherished the most. He liked not having to be on the run anymore, and it was oddly domestic. Of course, he would never think of Patrick as domesticated but it was nice to be settled. "Yes, the sleep walking does help a lot. And here I thought you'd only use it for evil", he teased.

Being with someone who could make the nightmares go away was really helpful in a situation like this. West deserved peace even when he was asleep. "Do you want breakfast? Or are we being lazy for once?"

Since coming back, Patrick hasn't slept at night, but it's nothing a little bit siphoning can't fix. He'd told Michael one more year, but he cannot hold back that long. Twelve months a more than enough time for a new attack to occur. And this time, he might not be lucky and lose both Michael and Mathias. He's aware that his son will remain behind, and maybe that is for the best. But Michael deserves a quiet life. And he himself would prefer to go back to his old ways and just kill and he feels like it.

These thoughts have been on his mind night after night since waking up———

His attention shifts as the wolf's heartbeat changes. He leans down as his lover settles his head in his lap and kisses him deeply for a moment before breaking the kiss. "Yes. And you're biased my Michael. You slept better. I should walk in you dreams more often." He teases though his face remains stoic.

#ch:patrick

[michael-westly]

West woke up, but he wasn't the first up. Patrick was already awake, he always was. The wolf rolled over in their bed, still cashing the warmth of the blankets and put his head on Patrick's lap. "Another quiet night?". The wolf had been a bit paranoid since the attacks, afraid that things could change for them in an instant without warning.

But Patrick was here now, at full strength, and maybe he could make all the worries go away. "You're handsome in the morning".

@patrickpendrix

#ch:patrick

[michael-westly]

West was out at the beach, enjoying the sea breeze. On days like this, he always excused himself to the coast. With his shoes and socks off, he walked near the water's edge, stepping away if the water got too close.

He approached someone who also seemed to be enjoying the ocean, "Is it? It seems like it would be a bit cold".

It had been an impromptu decision. Unplanned and unprepared but the ocean had looked rather inviting and Bear had already pulled her barefoot into the waves—- she'd instructed him to guard her belongings after stripping down to her lingerie. As always he'd taken the task quite seriously, protecting her dress, purse and shoes from mostly seagulls that dared to come too close. Which she had honoured with ear scratches and a treat.

"The water is nice," she calls out over her shoulder when she hears someone approach. "You should take a dip." // @covairecitystarters

#ch: Eden