A Puritan In New York
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AtS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,264
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own AtS or American Psycho. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
4
***
“Where? Where… what? Penn, what happened? Why do I feel funny?”
“Oh, you’re awake!” Penn smiled, propping up his head on his hand as he lay there looking down on Patrick from the other side of the bed. “I thought you were going to sleep all night. Do you feel okay? Sometimes it can be a little disorienting when you first wake up. You’ll feel hungry and you might feel a little queasy but that’ll pass. Patrick, are you okay?”
Patrick frowned. “I don’t know, Penn”. He looked sad, like he was about to cry, so incredibly young and lost and vulnerable as he lay there beside him, naked and still. Penn just wanted to pull him into his arms and kiss him and tell him everything would be fine. “I’m cold, Penn. And I… I have to return some videotapes. And I’m hungry. I… Am I… Did you…? Penn?”
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay”, he cooed, pulling him into his arms, stroking his hair. “It’s okay, Patrick. I just made you like me. So we can be together. It’s okay. I returned the videotapes. And I called Evelyn to apologise for not making it to the theatre last night. It’s okay. I love you, Patrick. It’s okay”.
Where the hell had that come from? He loved him? Since when? How could he when he didn’t even have a soul? He didn’t know. All he did know was that it didn’t feel like he was lying. If anything, it felt like the truth. And it felt right. But he was a vampire – by definition he was evil and soulless. It didn’t make sense. But in a way it did because it was how he felt. He loved him. He wanted to be near him and to hold him and protect him and always be with. He. He held him tighter, pressed a kiss to his forehead.
He loved him. Fiercely, he knew. With a fire he didn’t know he had in him. It was obvious now. It was intense and powerful and made him feel like a fool that he hadn’t known until he’d blurted it out without even thinking. The fact was that he’d loved him from that first moment back in the alley, when he’d realised Patrick wasn’t scared of him, when he’d realised Patrick was a murderer. If he hadn’t loved him then he would have killed him. And now he had killed him, made him a vampire, taken his life so he could be with him forever. He’d endured yuppie society for him, talking style and fashion with his vapid friends, killed for him, ached for him, made love to him. Now he’d given him the greatest gift he had to give. He’d given him immortality.
“I love you too, Penn”, Patrick whispered.
Penn drew back slowly, sitting, pulling Patrick up with him. He looked into those shining blue eyes, so happy and beautiful and undead, and he kissed him, his hands cupping his cool face, drawing him nearer. Patrick slipped his arms around Penn’s waist and parted his lips just enough to nip at Penn’s bottom lip, drawing his tongue into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and his own tongue until Penn drew back, kissed the healing wound on Patrick’s neck then sat apart from him.
“We have to get up now”, he said. “We have reservations at Dorsia for four at nine”.
“Dorsia? We have reservations at… at Dorsia? On a Friday evening?”
Penn nodded. “I knew you’d like it and it’s a special occasion so… I paid the maitre d’ a little visit”, he said. “You’d be amazed what a little charm can do. And we’re picking up Evelyn and Courtenay in a half-hour. You should be getting dressed. I picked out the perfect suit”.
“Evelyn? Courtenay? Why are we taking them?”
“You’ll know when the time’s right”, Penn told him. “Now get dressed or we’ll be late”.
***
“Patrick dear, why have you been keeping this fabulous cousin of yours to yourself?”
Penn smiled as Patrick almost choked on his dessert at Evelyn’s question.
“I’m afraid that’s my fault”, Penn told her while she frowned at Patrick who was trying to compose himself. “I’m not exactly all that sociable a person”.
“I don’t believe that for a second. You’re charming. At least you talk about things other than sex, which is more than Patrick’s friends do. And you haven’t made a single pass at me all night”.
Patrick did choke on his dessert this time, and sent himself into a coughing fit. Evelyn frowned at him.
“So what do you do, Penn?” Courtenay managed to say through her drug-induced haze before Evelyn could scold Patrick.
“I’m a property developer”.
“Are you married?” Evelyn chimed in.
“No, I’m not”.
“Patrick and I are engaged”, she reminded him helpfully with a huge beaming smile on her face as she took Patrick’s hand across the table. He just glared back. “Why aren’t you married?”
Penn smiled. “I guess I just haven’t met the right woman”, he said. Patrick clamped his hand to his face before he could burst out laughing. Evelyn shot him another disapproving look.
“And you’re from Connecticut?”
“Yes”.
“Do you like it there?”
“Actually, I’m considering moving to New York”.
“Really? Apparently Paul Allen – you know him, Patrick – moved, so maybe you could rent his apartment”.
“Maybe”, Penn replied with a smile.
“And what do you want out of life, Penn?” Evelyn asked.
“Why do you never ask *me* that, Evelyn?” Patrick interrupted before Penn could answer. She glared at him and took her hand back from his.
“Okay, Patrick, what do you want?” she asked, her voice strained.
He shrugged. “I guess you could say I just want a meaningful relationship with someone special”.
“Uh-huh. Penn, you were sa?”
?”
“I don’t really know what I want, to be honest”, he said. “The same things everyone wants”.
“So what are you into?”
“You never ask me that, either”.
“Patrick, what are you into?”
“Well, murders and executions, mostly”.
“I *know* you’re in mergers and acquisitions, darling. Now let Penn speak”.
“I think we should be going”, Penn said, watching Patrick scowl at Evelyn. “Patrick and I have a surprise for you both”.
Evelyn’s eyes lit up. “A surprise? Patrick, get the check would you, dear? We should be going”.
***
Patrick held Evelyn and they both watched as Penn killed Courtenay right there in the lounge of Evelyn’s brownstone. She was terrified and whimpering so Patrick clamped his hand down over her mouth. When she bit him, he bit her.
Penn watched as his lover made his first kill. He watched as Patrick killed his own fiancée and dropped her to the ground. He smiled, taking him in his arms and licking the rivulet of blood from his chin. They kissed, the blood of Evelyn and Courtenay mixing in their mouths. Patrick made a beautiful vampire. And now nothing at all stood between them, and the path to infamy stretched out before them.
***
“You have sixteen messages on the answering machine”.
“I know”.
“So why haven’t you listened to them?”
“I don’t want to”.
“McDermott and Van Patten want to meet at Barcadia at eight”.
“I don’t want to see them”.
Penn smiled. “You don’t? Why?”
“I’m not like them, Penn. I’m like you”. Patrick say up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard as Penn rolled onto his stomach and looked up at him. “You were right, you know. I don’t have to fit in. I don’t want to fit in. Why did I even want to in the first place? I just remember feeling like I couldn’t breathe, like I was trapped and all I wanted to do was be normal. I wanted that so much. I wanted to stop killing because how could I be human and be so cold and I was so scared I’d be caught and that I couldn’t kill anymore but I didn’t ever really want to stop, you see? But I was scared because at first I could control myself but then the urges got stronger and stronger until I was just wild and I was so scared I might not get away with it but I couldn’t stop and I couldn’t control myself and mostly I didn’t want to. Does that make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense”.
“But none of that matters anymore. I know who I am now”.
“Didn’t I tell you?”
“You were right”. He reached down and ran his fingertips over Penn’s lips. “Thanks. Thank you for showing me. You were right. It can get better”.
Penn moved, kneeling beside him to press a kiss to his forehead then sitting beside him against the headboard, resting his head on his shoulder.
“This is just the beginning”, he said softly. “It gets better and it never stops. We can be together forever. I’ll show you things, teach you things… I’ll show you everything. Forever. I promise”.
***
“Where? Where… what? Penn, what happened? Why do I feel funny?”
“Oh, you’re awake!” Penn smiled, propping up his head on his hand as he lay there looking down on Patrick from the other side of the bed. “I thought you were going to sleep all night. Do you feel okay? Sometimes it can be a little disorienting when you first wake up. You’ll feel hungry and you might feel a little queasy but that’ll pass. Patrick, are you okay?”
Patrick frowned. “I don’t know, Penn”. He looked sad, like he was about to cry, so incredibly young and lost and vulnerable as he lay there beside him, naked and still. Penn just wanted to pull him into his arms and kiss him and tell him everything would be fine. “I’m cold, Penn. And I… I have to return some videotapes. And I’m hungry. I… Am I… Did you…? Penn?”
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay”, he cooed, pulling him into his arms, stroking his hair. “It’s okay, Patrick. I just made you like me. So we can be together. It’s okay. I returned the videotapes. And I called Evelyn to apologise for not making it to the theatre last night. It’s okay. I love you, Patrick. It’s okay”.
Where the hell had that come from? He loved him? Since when? How could he when he didn’t even have a soul? He didn’t know. All he did know was that it didn’t feel like he was lying. If anything, it felt like the truth. And it felt right. But he was a vampire – by definition he was evil and soulless. It didn’t make sense. But in a way it did because it was how he felt. He loved him. He wanted to be near him and to hold him and protect him and always be with. He. He held him tighter, pressed a kiss to his forehead.
He loved him. Fiercely, he knew. With a fire he didn’t know he had in him. It was obvious now. It was intense and powerful and made him feel like a fool that he hadn’t known until he’d blurted it out without even thinking. The fact was that he’d loved him from that first moment back in the alley, when he’d realised Patrick wasn’t scared of him, when he’d realised Patrick was a murderer. If he hadn’t loved him then he would have killed him. And now he had killed him, made him a vampire, taken his life so he could be with him forever. He’d endured yuppie society for him, talking style and fashion with his vapid friends, killed for him, ached for him, made love to him. Now he’d given him the greatest gift he had to give. He’d given him immortality.
“I love you too, Penn”, Patrick whispered.
Penn drew back slowly, sitting, pulling Patrick up with him. He looked into those shining blue eyes, so happy and beautiful and undead, and he kissed him, his hands cupping his cool face, drawing him nearer. Patrick slipped his arms around Penn’s waist and parted his lips just enough to nip at Penn’s bottom lip, drawing his tongue into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and his own tongue until Penn drew back, kissed the healing wound on Patrick’s neck then sat apart from him.
“We have to get up now”, he said. “We have reservations at Dorsia for four at nine”.
“Dorsia? We have reservations at… at Dorsia? On a Friday evening?”
Penn nodded. “I knew you’d like it and it’s a special occasion so… I paid the maitre d’ a little visit”, he said. “You’d be amazed what a little charm can do. And we’re picking up Evelyn and Courtenay in a half-hour. You should be getting dressed. I picked out the perfect suit”.
“Evelyn? Courtenay? Why are we taking them?”
“You’ll know when the time’s right”, Penn told him. “Now get dressed or we’ll be late”.
***
“Patrick dear, why have you been keeping this fabulous cousin of yours to yourself?”
Penn smiled as Patrick almost choked on his dessert at Evelyn’s question.
“I’m afraid that’s my fault”, Penn told her while she frowned at Patrick who was trying to compose himself. “I’m not exactly all that sociable a person”.
“I don’t believe that for a second. You’re charming. At least you talk about things other than sex, which is more than Patrick’s friends do. And you haven’t made a single pass at me all night”.
Patrick did choke on his dessert this time, and sent himself into a coughing fit. Evelyn frowned at him.
“So what do you do, Penn?” Courtenay managed to say through her drug-induced haze before Evelyn could scold Patrick.
“I’m a property developer”.
“Are you married?” Evelyn chimed in.
“No, I’m not”.
“Patrick and I are engaged”, she reminded him helpfully with a huge beaming smile on her face as she took Patrick’s hand across the table. He just glared back. “Why aren’t you married?”
Penn smiled. “I guess I just haven’t met the right woman”, he said. Patrick clamped his hand to his face before he could burst out laughing. Evelyn shot him another disapproving look.
“And you’re from Connecticut?”
“Yes”.
“Do you like it there?”
“Actually, I’m considering moving to New York”.
“Really? Apparently Paul Allen – you know him, Patrick – moved, so maybe you could rent his apartment”.
“Maybe”, Penn replied with a smile.
“And what do you want out of life, Penn?” Evelyn asked.
“Why do you never ask *me* that, Evelyn?” Patrick interrupted before Penn could answer. She glared at him and took her hand back from his.
“Okay, Patrick, what do you want?” she asked, her voice strained.
He shrugged. “I guess you could say I just want a meaningful relationship with someone special”.
“Uh-huh. Penn, you were sa?”
?”
“I don’t really know what I want, to be honest”, he said. “The same things everyone wants”.
“So what are you into?”
“You never ask me that, either”.
“Patrick, what are you into?”
“Well, murders and executions, mostly”.
“I *know* you’re in mergers and acquisitions, darling. Now let Penn speak”.
“I think we should be going”, Penn said, watching Patrick scowl at Evelyn. “Patrick and I have a surprise for you both”.
Evelyn’s eyes lit up. “A surprise? Patrick, get the check would you, dear? We should be going”.
***
Patrick held Evelyn and they both watched as Penn killed Courtenay right there in the lounge of Evelyn’s brownstone. She was terrified and whimpering so Patrick clamped his hand down over her mouth. When she bit him, he bit her.
Penn watched as his lover made his first kill. He watched as Patrick killed his own fiancée and dropped her to the ground. He smiled, taking him in his arms and licking the rivulet of blood from his chin. They kissed, the blood of Evelyn and Courtenay mixing in their mouths. Patrick made a beautiful vampire. And now nothing at all stood between them, and the path to infamy stretched out before them.
***
“You have sixteen messages on the answering machine”.
“I know”.
“So why haven’t you listened to them?”
“I don’t want to”.
“McDermott and Van Patten want to meet at Barcadia at eight”.
“I don’t want to see them”.
Penn smiled. “You don’t? Why?”
“I’m not like them, Penn. I’m like you”. Patrick say up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard as Penn rolled onto his stomach and looked up at him. “You were right, you know. I don’t have to fit in. I don’t want to fit in. Why did I even want to in the first place? I just remember feeling like I couldn’t breathe, like I was trapped and all I wanted to do was be normal. I wanted that so much. I wanted to stop killing because how could I be human and be so cold and I was so scared I’d be caught and that I couldn’t kill anymore but I didn’t ever really want to stop, you see? But I was scared because at first I could control myself but then the urges got stronger and stronger until I was just wild and I was so scared I might not get away with it but I couldn’t stop and I couldn’t control myself and mostly I didn’t want to. Does that make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense”.
“But none of that matters anymore. I know who I am now”.
“Didn’t I tell you?”
“You were right”. He reached down and ran his fingertips over Penn’s lips. “Thanks. Thank you for showing me. You were right. It can get better”.
Penn moved, kneeling beside him to press a kiss to his forehead then sitting beside him against the headboard, resting his head on his shoulder.
“This is just the beginning”, he said softly. “It gets better and it never stops. We can be together forever. I’ll show you things, teach you things… I’ll show you everything. Forever. I promise”.
***