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"Paul wants the world to know that we're... together and such." George mumbled in Ringo's neck. He was hugging him from behind, his head resting on the drummer's shoulder.

"John doesn't want the world to know." Ringo sighed tiredly. "Have you ever seen him cry? His eyes were teary, you know? I haven't seen him like that before. Except when Paul punched him in the cheek. I'm worried." He confessed.

"Paul says he's cheating on him. I'm calling him paranoid." George kissed his lover's neck, making him relax a bit. "He's a drama queen, Paul. Says John had smudged lipstick mark on his cheek last week."

Ringo furrowed his eyebrows. "Girls are always after us. Maybe one of them managed to catch up and kiss his cheek?"

"That's what I said but Paulie wouldn't listen." He planted kisses below Ringo's ear, making him shiver. "Enough about Lennon and Mccartney, I want Harrison and Starkey now." He whispered lowly in his ear, grinning like a cheshire cat.

Ringo mock-glared at him. "You really had to place your name first--- ah!" George's fangs sank on the sensitive part in his neck, near the collarbone. Sparks of pain and pleasure ran up the drummer's spine. "Ow that hurts!" What Ringo felt was totally the opposite. It felt good. In an odd pain-pleasure way.

"I doubt that it hurts by the way you say it." George purred. He pressed his lips against his quickly, biting harshly on the bottom lip. Ringo snaked his arms around the guitarist's neck and stood on his toes to reach his lips. George gained access and hungrily devoured the little drummer's mouth.

"Hey George? Please don't bite."

He stopped kissing his neck and looked at him. "What's wrong, love?"

The drummer bit on his bottom lip. "I-I... Just don't. It really hurts, you know?"

"Sorry." George apologized sheepishly but it was sincere enough for Ringo. "You're just damn delectable that I can't help but eat you." The guitarist didn't bite but he nibbled on the shell of his ear.

Ringo giggled. "There are other ways to eat me, you know?" He suddenly turned red. "I-It sounded better in my head..."

"Say no more, my love." George chuckled. "If I can't use my teeth I can still use my tongue?" He offered, a sly grin forming in his lips. He emphasized by licking the area he knew so well in Ringo's neck. A soft moan escaped the drummer's lips. Out of instinct, George bit down softly on the spot, enticing a gasp from his lover.

"I thought I said no biting?" It was suppossd to be sounding like a warning, but it went out as a whine. "G-George please stop," He gripped George's shirt. "George s-stop it hurts..." But he kept on sinking his little fangs wherever he could reach. He left mark after mark, as if branding Ringo he was his. Well, he is his.

When the guitarist didn't stop biting him he gently but sternly pushed him away. Hurt flashed in George's eyes.

"I'm sorry," Ringo blurted out, his hands going up to cover his love-bite covered neck. He took a sharp intake of breathe when he felt something sticky and warm in his neck. And fuck that wasn't George's saliva.

"What's wrong, Ritchie?" George demanded. "I know it doesn't really hurt you but---"

"It just does, okay? It hurts, really hurts." Ringo's eyes flickered across the room, not meeting George's. And at that instant, he knew something was up.

"Tell me what's wrong, baby." George cupped his cheeks, lifting his face to meet his.

"I-I..." He struggled trying to find the right words. "Remember when I told you that you were my first proper queer kiss? And that you were my first queer lover?"

"Uh huh...?"

"Y-You weren't my first boyfriend," Ringo mumbled quietly, looking down. "I h-had another one before and he.... always bit me. And he always h-hurt me..."

The more Ringo talked about him the more the mental scars reopened. And it hurted like hell to remember Rory. To remember the man who hurted him so fucking much in the past.

'George please talk to me' He thought. "And he didn't just... bite me."

George's eyes bore into him and he took a hold of his chin, forcing him to look up. Ringo braced for him to get mad at him for lying and practically just yell at him. But when he felt his soft, chapped lips on his, he knew none of that would happen.

"What else did he do?" George's voice was tender and caring and it took all of him not to break down in front of him. When he didn't respond, George took his hand in his, not noticing the little red drop in it. "What else did he do?" He repeated firmly.

"I don't wanna talk about it,"

"Ringo---"

"I said I don't want to talk about it!" He yelled, yanking his hand back harshly. He turned his back and rushed out,leaving a wide-eyed George in the room.

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"M'sorry."

"It's okay."

Those two words always went along. One trailed after the other like they were forever chained together.

"I hurt you."

"I'm fine."

Ah, the dreaded phrase "I'm fine."  Ironically, he wasn't fine. But he didn't need George to worry about him.

"I love you."

"I know."

He kissed him on the lips. It wa chaste, full of love. Just innocent, queer love that the both of them shared. But kisses like that always led one thing to another. Sometimes not so chaste at all.

He wrapped his legs around him, his nails digging in his back. Long, red lines lingered in George back. He took it as a sign that rhe drummer beneath him liked what he was doing. Their cocks rubbed together in delicious friction. George felt hot and dizzy and he kissed---- no biting---- him all over.

"More," Ringo panted, eyes dark with list and need. "I-I need more, Georgie..." He looked so fuckable, and George thought it was the night. The night they'll seal the deal, making love under the sheets, making noises that would probably wake John and Paul and probably wake the whole city. But he didn't care anymore. What was important is Ringo and only him. Nothing else.

Then he started biting him.

George couldn't think straight anymore. The things that ran in his head was Ringo-sex-fuck-dominate. George could barely hear Ringo's retorts as he went on marking his skin. He bit him wherever he could reach, sucking, nipping, whatever synonym the Webster dictionary could provide.

Out of lust and libido he bit him, right in the neck like a fucking vampire. Ringo screamed out of pleasure-pain and hot sparks erupted. But pain overruled the pleasure, and hot tears streamed down his face. George tasted copper and rust in his mouth and with horrible realization he realized he broke the skin. Eerily, a small red puddle formed right on thw white sheets of the bed. Ringo pushed him off him and backed away, holding his bleeding neck with wild eyes. One look in his eyes and George knew he fucked up. Tears formed in frightened pools of blue and quick as lightning, he started getting his clothes on.

He heard the bathroom door slamming.

And George never felt so alone.

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