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Frank pulled the front door shut and hurried past the stairs that led down to the basement, trying to tread as lightly as possible.
He had lost track of time and it was already pitch-black outside. Mikey had invited him to stay the night, so he wouldn’t have to walk home by himself, but Frank would rather take his chances with the monsters out on the street than get murdered in his sleep. Once he closed his door, he’d be safe at home at least, since the creatures of the night needed permission to enter. If he stayed with the Ways, the monster would be right there under the roof with him already.
It was really quite astonishing they were still letting him live in the basement. No matter how often Mikey assured him that his brother was absolutely harmless, Frank figured there was a reason why most families took their distance once their loved ones changed. He knew that vampires didn’t have to kill their victims to feed and that there were even a number of paid services out there to provide them with the blood they needed, but most of them still hunted anyway and not a single night passed by in this neighbourhood without another drained body being found on the roadside.
The whole affair had been tragic of course. Frank remembered Mikey’s brother since before the attack. He’d always been introverted, but sometimes he’d hung out with them to watch a movie or lecture them about comic books. Frank’s heart had always beat a little quicker when he was in the room with them. He hadn’t seen him at all since the change about a year ago.
He kept his eyes cast down as he walked on quickly. The streets were deserted. Humans knew better than to go out after nightfall in this part of town.
A small crack echoed through the street and then he heard footsteps behind him, fast and light. He didn’t dare to turn around, but quickened his pace, feeling for the pocket knife in his jeans, even though he knew its blade wouldn’t cut through the hard, pale skin of one of the night creatures.
Suddenly, the footsteps vanished and Frank already hoped his follower had lost interest, when a black shadow appeared in front of him so suddenly, he nearly ran into it.
He stopped short, staring at the person who was now blocking his way.
He was wearing an oversized, black hoodie that formed a stark contrast to his white skin. Gerard had always been pale, but now he seemed almost ghostly. He was still pretty, prettier even than he’d been when he was still alive. His complexion was a lot clearer and his large hazel eyes seemed to shine bright as if they reflected every bit of light falling down on them from the streetlamps. His messy black hair didn’t look greasy anymore as much as it looked slick. Everything about him was mesmerising. Frank wanted to run, but he felt frozen in place, overcome by a cold fear that made it impossible to even form a coherent thought.
“Hello, Frankie. Out alone this late at night?” Gerard’s voice had always been high, but now it had a sweet quality to it that barely managed to conceal the edge it held underneath.
“Oh, hi, Gee. Long time no see.” Frank tried to sound casual, clinging to the hope that if he played it cool, Gerard might get bored and let him go. He was sure that the tremble in his voice was audible, though.
“And whose fault is that?” Gerard tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. He was standing too close for comfort, but Frank didn’t want to provoke him by backing off. “You never drop by anymore to say hello when you visit. I can smell it when you’re upstairs, little scorpion.”
Frank shuddered and suppressed the urge to cover his scorpion tattoo with his hand. It made him very aware of the fact that Gerard must have been staring at his neck.
“You smell delicious,” he added.
Frank felt his heart beating in his throat. He was sweating, although the night was cold. He didn’t want to die.
“Mikey said …” Frank tried to pull himself together to make excuses. Angering Gerard seemed like a very bad idea. “He said you don’t like being around people anymore.”
It was true that he’d talked a lot about how much Gerard had withdrawn himself. He seemed very worried about his brother; his brother, the murderous, blood sucking vampire.
“That’s right. I don’t really go out anymore,” Gerard confirmed. His eyes stayed fixed on Frank while he spoke; there was no escaping them. “Not unless I’m hungry.”
Frank’s stomach dropped. So this really was the end.
“Are you going to kill me?” he asked, hoping the direct confrontation would throw Gerard off enough to buy him some time.
Gerard snarled. His teeth had always been small. Frank couldn’t see his fangs.
“I heard you walking past my door,” he said instead of answering the question. “It’s dangerous out here by yourself. You should come back to my place. Sleep on the couch.”
Frank remembered the couch in the basement, pink and dirty and just a little too short to sleep on it comfortably. He couldn’t believe Gerard had the audacity to ask him to follow him voluntarily.
His eyes darted past Gerard. He wondered if he could make it to one of the houses nearby before Gerard caught him. Vampires were fast, but if he took him by surprise, maybe he’d be able to beat him on a short distance. He doubted anyone would open the door for him though. Inviting a stranger to enter your house at night was basically suicide. He had no way of escaping. His only chance of survival was convincing Gerard to let him go.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” he begged. He’d always been proud, challenging even and not one to back away from a fight, but he knew that this was a fight he couldn’t win. His voice sounded pathetic and whiny.
“Careful, Frankie,” Gerard hissed. His eyes narrowed again and his expression looked completely closed off. He looked beautiful, but in the same way a statue looked beautiful – cold and unwavering. “If you treat someone like a monster, they might feel inclined to act like one.”
Frank instinctively took a step back. “Please,” he repeated weakly, his eyes darting past Gerard again. The lights were turned on downstairs two houses down from here. Maybe someone was watching them. Maybe they’d open the door for him, if Frank made it to their front porch.
Gerard followed his gaze and smirked. “You think you could make a run for it? Go ahead and try. I’ll give you a headstart. For the fun of it.”
He stepped aside and for a moment, Frank stood still, unable to believe he would really be given a chance to escape.
“Come on, Frankie, run,” Gerard teased and somehow that kicked Frank out of his trance. He didn’t allow himself to think about it, he just sprinted forward, keeping his eyes on the house with the illuminated windows. Blood rushed in his ears and his heartbeat pounded in his temples. He ran faster than he’d ever run in his life, fear and adrenaline edging him on. He almost felt like he was flying, gathering hope as he was about to reach the driveway, and then he actually seemed to fly, because his feet left the ground.
He was yanked back violently and it took him a second to realise the relentless bar around his waist was in fact Gerard’s arm. He’d caught up to him and picked him up effortlessly, his body pressing against him from behind.
Frank screamed. He didn’t articulate words, because he knew no one would rescue him anyway, no one would risk their own life to save his. He just screamed with frustration and fear, struggling in Gerard’s grip although he knew it was pointless.
“Shh,” Gerard’s melodic voice whispered close to his ear, slowly letting him back down, his toes touching the ground first until he was standing on his own again. Gerard still held him firmly. He was stronger than any human Frank had ever fought and it felt strange because there had once been a time when he would have liked Gerard to hold him just like this, but it was all wrong and twisted now and he felt caged in and so scared that his eyes were burning with tears.
“Calm down, little scorpion, calm down.” Gerard’s lips brushed against Frank’s cheek. His breath was surprisingly hot on Frank’s skin.
He had stopped screaming and thrashing, but he was still panting.
“There, that’s better,” Gerard praised sweetly. He reached up to grab Frank’s chin to turn his head to make him look over his shoulder.
Frank had no idea what he was doing that for, maybe he wanted to see the light go out in his eyes or some shit. His neck felt strained by the uncomfortable position, but at least he wasn’t exposing his throat just yet and he was willing to go along with anything that bought him time. He gazed up at Gerard, too close to get a good look at him, but sensing his breath against his jaw and ghosting over his lips.
Then Gerard leaned in and kissed him and Frank decided that kissing was good, kissing was better than being drained of his blood and Gerard held him so securely and he was even prettier than Frank remembered him to be. So he kissed back, parting his lips and leaning in, trying to lick his way into Gerard’s mouth that was warm, so warm and alive in comparison to his cold fingers holding Frank in place.
It was a good kiss, too, the kind that made you feel dizzy and weak in the knees. Frank leaned onto Gerard more, feeling like his arm around his waist was the only thing holding him upright as his legs threatened to give out and his entire vision seemed to narrow down on Gerard. Everything else began fading to black at the edges until …
When Frank regained consciousness, he was lying on a soft surface. He blinked, trying to get used to the dim light in the room that actually hadn’t changed one bit during the year he hadn’t been down here. He was lying in Gerard’s bed; even the Star Wars bed sheets were still the same. The basement was still cluttered and smelled of unwashed clothes.
Gerard was leaning against his desk, several feet away from Frank but clearly keeping his eyes on him.
Frank scrambled into a sitting position, instinctively checking for the knife in his pocket, but Gerard hadn’t even bothered to disarm him.
“What happened?” he asked, still feeling dizzy. He’d sat up quickly and the room seemed to be spinning. He kept his eyes locked on Gerard to use him as a focus point.
“I sedated you,” Gerard said and stuck out his tongue. The room was so dark that it was difficult to make out his facial expression properly, but his tone was mocking. “I can shoot vampire poison through my teeth now, you know? It’s actually pretty fucking cool.”
Frank felt his face heating up violently. He should have felt scared, but mostly he felt embarrassed.
“That’s why you …” He drifted off.
Gerard flashed him a grin. His teeth seemed to reflect the light like razorblades.
“Usually my prey doesn’t kiss back though,” he admitted. “Not like that anyway.”
Frank was sure that his face was bright red. He wondered if Gerard could tell how the blood rushed to his face.
“I was trying to defend myself,” he said.
Gerard was still grinning. His teeth looked blunt. “Yeah. With your tongue.”
Frank swung his legs over the side of the bed. The room had stopped spinning. He didn’t dare to look at the door to avoid drawing Gerard’s attention to it. He still felt ashamed that he had misunderstood the kiss and met it so willingly, but maybe his own smugness would distract Gerard for long enough to give Frank a chance to run. Maybe he could make it to the house upstairs. Maybe Gerard wouldn’t kill him in front of his family.
“So, what happens now?” he asked to keep Gerard talking. “Are you gonna feed on me?”
Gerard shrugged. He hadn’t moved away from the desk yet and he hadn’t stopped Frank from sitting up. His dismissiveness was threatening in its own way.
“I thought I’d be able to resist, but now that you’re here, the whole fucking room smells like you. And better me than some vamp on the street. I’ll make sure not to kill you. Or to turn you, for that matter. It will probably hurt. But you might like it. Some people do.”
Frank tried to suppress a shudder at the casual threat of violence. He didn’t want to get hurt. And he didn’t trust Gerard to keep his word either.
“Then why didn’t you do it already? Why wait for me to wake up? It’s true what they say, isn’t it? You suckers are all fucking sadists. You like to play with your food.”
To his surprise, Gerard didn’t seem offended; he just nodded. “We can taste it in your blood, you know? The adrenaline. It’s just not the same when you pay for it. That’s why most of us prefer the hunt. It just tastes so much better when you’re experiencing strong emotions, like fear or … you know.”
“What?” Frank bit out.
“Arousal.”
Frank felt his face heating up again. He imagined Gerard straddling him on the bed, grinding down on him until he got hard against his will, being forced to feel good only to provide a more delicious meal for Gerard.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he said.
Gerard laughed. It sounded slightly malicious. “I told you. Some people …”
Frank didn’t let him finish. He jumped to his feet and dashed towards the door before Gerard could figure out his plan.
But he hadn’t even reached the door yet, when he was grabbed by the shoulder and slammed into the wall hard enough for his back to bruise.
Gerard pinned him against the wall with his entire body, his lower arm resting against Frank’s collarbone to keep him in place. His body felt surprisingly soft to the touch, yet he was so strong that Frank wasn’t even left with room to struggle.
“You really are a fighter, Frankie,” Gerard muttered, sounding almost tender. “But did you seriously think I wouldn’t lock the door?”
Frank gritted his teeth.
Gerard titled his head. His nose brushed against Frank’s cheek before he went down further. Frank felt his hot breath against the crook of his neck. Gerard inhaled with a quiet groan.
Frank felt too scared to move a single muscle. Gerard could probably smell his fear.
Gerard himself was almost odourless, Frank just caught the faintest whiff of something mouldy, something that had been dead for a while.
“Just hold still, my sweet little scorpion. I’ll try to be gentle,” Gerard whispered and Frank closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain. He wanted to beg Gerard to spare him, to just let him go, but pleading hadn’t gotten him anywhere so far. He could only think of one more thing to try.
Something sharp grazed his skin and he inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself so his voice would come out as evenly and authoritative as possible.
“Gerard, stop it,” he said, doing his best to sound like he was scolding a naughty child to signal that it was really time to snap out of it now. Maybe they’d be able to brush it off, if only Frank kept it together, and Gerard remembered that they’d actually been friends once. Maybe they could pretend that this was nothing but a joke gone wrong.
He hadn’t seriously expected it to work, but Gerard stilled immediately, face buried against Frank’s neck, but teeth no longer scraping against his skin. Frank got the impression that he was waiting for what he’d do next.
“Let me go,” he commanded, not allowing his voice to waver although he still felt like he was one flash of teeth away from actually pissing himself. “Take a step back.”
For another second, Gerard just stood still. But then his grip on Frank slackened and he straightened himself, taking a small step back; not enough for Frank to step away from the wall yet, but enough to leave him with a little breathing room. Gerard’s bright eyes were studying him very attentively, as if he was only waiting for Frank to slip up. He knew that another attempt to escape would most definitely lead to Gerard ripping out his throat. He wouldn’t let Frank go. But he seemed willing to at least let him have some control over what would happen next.
“I’ll let you drink,” Frank said and his voice cracked ever so slightly. He couldn’t quite believe what he was offering and he also couldn’t quite believe that he had worked up the nerve to school an actual vampire like this. “But you have to do as you are told. You have to behave.”
Gerard lowered his head a little, still watching curiously. His whole body was so tense that Frank realised he probably had to restrain himself to not just jump him. But for some reason, he actually was restraining himself.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, Frank.” Gerard’s voice sounded breathy and – as irritating as it seemed in this scenario – submissive.
“Then back off, centre of the room,” Frank ordered.
Gerard took two steps back, so he was standing closer to the foot of his bed. Frank wasn’t sure what to do next. He had wanted to get more distance between them and he immediately felt calmer now that Gerard was no longer hovering in his personal space. There was something about his physical presence up close that made Frank’s blood run cold, like an ancient instinct was warning him of the danger this creature posed.
“On your knees.” Frank wasn’t sure why he said that either, except that it seemed like a good start. He’d feel more in control if Gerard had to look up to him, and if he couldn’t get to him as quickly anymore. It was also a test to see if Gerard was just compromising to make Frank feel more at ease, or if his impression was right and he actually liked receiving orders.
Gerard dropped to his knees instantly. He hit the tiles with a low thud, that would have worried Frank if he’d been human. But he assumed that vampires weren’t as fragile.
“Good,” Frank said, baffled to find himself praising his literal kidnapper.
Gerard looked up at him, his long lashes fluttering visibly. His eyebrows were slightly knitted and he reminded Frank of a suffering saint. His stomach seemed to be twisted into a knot of excitement, awe and nerves, because he couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as Gerard was looking up at him this expectantly, and because he knew that fucking this up could very well result in his timely death. The danger he was in shouldn’t have increased the thrill, but it most certainly did.
Frank pulled the pocket knife from his pants and opened it. He had a very vague plan; one that was mostly aimed at keeping Gerard the fuck away from his carotid artery.
“You’re going to sit still and take exactly what I give you, is that clear, Gerard?” he asked.
“Very clear,” Gerard confirmed hoarsely. His eyes were fixed on the knife in Frank’s hand, but he didn’t look worried, just full of anticipation. He knew the blade wouldn’t be able to hurt him.
Frank pressed the tip of the blade against his thumb, then he slid across it fast and hard before he could change his mind. It barely hurt at all as if it had happened too quickly for his body to register, but the blood started welling up immediately.
Gerard hissed and suddenly there were fangs in his mouth as if they’d just sprung out. They were relatively small like the rest of his teeth, but still looked too large for his mouth in comparison. He kept his lips parted as if he needed to make space for them. His pupils were blown so wide that his eyes looked almost completely black. He stared at Frank’s bleeding thumb like it was the only thing he saw.
Frank noticed the tremble in his shoulders as if he was fighting the urge to attack only with great difficulty. Gerard would have been able to manhandle him easily, knock him to the ground and take all the blood he wanted, but he was forcing himself not to. It made Frank feel light-headed with power, realising that such a strong creature was on his knees before him, that he was in control of something this majestic and dangerous.
He held out his bleeding hand, keeping it just out of Gerard’s reach.
“Not yet,” he warned, earning another small hiss from Gerard that drew the attention to his fangs again.
He finally tore his eyes away from Frank’s thumb to meet his gaze. He no longer looked pale but surprisingly flushed, hair was sticking to his forehead as if he was sweating with the effort to restrain himself. His pupils were still dilated, making his eyes look huge. He seemed worked up; desperate and pleading. He no longer looked like a statue at all. His disarranged state made him look very alive, very human. His skin had a feverish glow to it.
He was kneeling on the floor with his legs spread and Frank couldn’t help noticing that Gerard’s pants were tenting. It might have been the smell of blood that turned him on, but Frank had the feeling that more than that it was the excitement of having to resist.
It was obviously a very stupid idea to tease the hungry vampire, who could kill him effortlessly. And yet Frank wanted to see how far he could push it, even if it was a risky game. The rush of power was getting to him.
“I see how it is. You’re a little pathetic, aren’t you?” he mocked. “Getting turned on by being put in your place by your own prey.”
He turned over his hand so his thumb was pointing downwards and pressed against the wound to make the blood ooze faster, even though it caused him sharp pain. Dark red drops ran down to the tip of his thumb before they dripped onto the tiles between him and Gerard.
This time, the sound Gerard made was truly agonised, whimpering as if he couldn’t handle the sight of the precious liquid going to waste like that.
“Go ahead,” Frank said and pulled back his hand. “Show me how pathetic you are. Lick it up.”
Gerard didn’t hesitate for a second, he just got down on all fours to drag his tongue across the dirty tiles. Frank stared down at his greasy shock of black hair, not able to see Gerard’s face as he leapt his blood off the floor like some kind of desperate animal. His dick twitched in his jeans. He couldn’t believe that Gerard had just done that.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.
Gerard sat up again, leaving behind messy, pink streaks on the tiles. His lips looked pink, too. He looked up at Frank eagerly and it made him take a step forward without even thinking about it. He wanted to caress that pretty, flushed face, he wanted to tell Gerard how good he looked on his knees.
He grabbed his chin, leaving behind red fingerprints, because blood was smeared all over his hand by now. He barely paid attention to it. He was feeling high with a power he had never experienced before.
He pressed his thumb against Gerard’s slightly parted lips.
“Hold still,” he asked, knowing that the smell of his blood had to be overwhelming for Gerard right now. But he kept still. He looked so tense, every muscle in his body seemed to be clenched.
Frank dragged his thumb across Gerard’s lower lip very slowly. He could feel the fangs inside his mouth as he pressed against them. His thumb was throbbing with a dull pain.
He pulled back and only once he broke contact, did Gerard lick his lips. His tongue slid across his lower lip and he moaned. The fact that he had waited for Frank to pull back although he was clearly so desperate to taste him was probably the hottest thing Frank had ever witnessed.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered, still feeling dazed by the fact that this was actually happening.
He pressed his thumb against Gerard’s lips again, this time forcing him to open up. The inside of his mouth was soft and it was surprisingly hot.
As soon as he realised that he’d been granted permission, Gerard closed his lips around the base of Frank’s thumb firmly. He started sucking, making a sharp pain flare up, but the view was absolutely worth it. Gerard looked completely blissed out. His eyes were rolling back in his head and he moaned around Frank’s thumb as he sucked it deeper into his mouth.
The sensation seemed to shoot right down to Frank’s crotch. His heart was pounding, but it was no longer with fear. All he could think about was how amazing Gerard was at sucking and how good his mouth would feel around his dick instead.
And he decided to fuck it, because this had clearly turned sexual already anyway and maybe fucking around with a literal vampire was dangerous, but it was also really, really hot.
He pulled his thumb out of Gerard’s mouth, who whined and leaned forward, as if he was trying to capture it with his mouth, before he remembered that he was supposed to keep still.
“Please,” he croaked. His teeth were smeared with blood and the whole inside of his mouth looked pink and inviting.
“You want more?” Frank asked and reached for his belt to give Gerard an idea where he was going with this. “Then you’ll have to do something to earn it. Will you do that?”
He locked eyes with Gerard. He still looked wild and needy and utterly debauched. He nodded.
Frank started to unbuckle his belt, but his bleeding thumb made everything slippery.
“Fuck shit,” he swore, trying to undo the button of his jeans.
“Let me,” Gerard offered and Frank thought he wanted to help him out of his pants, but he held out his hand instead and it took Frank a moment to understand what he was asking for. He hesitated, but then he allowed Gerard to take his hand.
A loud noise cut through the room as Gerard sucked on his teeth, then he ran his tongue over the cut on Frank’s thumb. He immediately felt a prickling sensation that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Gerard let go of his hand again.
Frank checked his thumb. The cut had healed completely, only the faintest scar was still visible. It already looked white and faded. A few last drops of blood were running down the ball of his thumb.
“Woah,” he observed.
“Vampire poison,” Gerard explained, his voice strangely hoarse. “It’s not all bad.”
Frank decided to marvel at this another time, because he really didn’t have the patience for it right now. He undid his pants and pulled them down just far enough to free his erection. He rubbed his hand against the shaft, smearing the remaining blood on his cock before it could dry.
“Come on,” he said. Gerard wasn’t the only one who sounded wrecked.
He leaned in immediately, licking and mouthing at his dick sloppily like he was starving. Frank knew that it was the taste of blood spurring him on, but his hot, soft tongue trying to clean him up felt incredible. His dick had never been worshipped like this before. It throbbed and twitched against Gerard’s lips, who was nestling his face against it instead of just taking a solid hold.
“Stop messing around,” Frank scolded. “Take it properly.”
Gerard obeyed without hesitation, wrapping his mouth around the head of Frank’s dick. He made a strangled noise, trying to relax his jaw. Frank sensed his fangs scraping against his sensitive dick, but he hardly cared because it felt fantastic otherwise. Gerard started bobbing his head, taking Frank in deeper while teasing him with his tongue.
Frank moaned and resisted the urge to fist his hand into Gerard’s hair to fuck his mouth. He stuck to small, hesitant motions as if he was struggling to take him in. Frank didn’t quite get the issue. As far as he knew, vampires didn’t need to breathe, so Gerard shouldn’t have a problem with choking on his dick. But Frank figured that it was still polite to let Gerard set the pace.
“Come on, baby,” he coaxed instead. “I know you can do this.”
His words had an immediate effect, because Gerard sped up his motions, taking him deep enough for Frank to feel the back of his throat fluttering. It felt hot and wet and tight and amazing, and then a sharp pain shot through him that made him cry out and push Gerard’s head away.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” Gerard exclaimed, breathless and panicked. His fangs glistened with drool. They looked so sharp that Frank seriously wondered how he’d ever thought that putting his dick into that deathtrap was a good idea. “I’m really sorry. I swear, I used to do better, but the fangs keep getting in the way. I’m sorry, I ruined it. I can try again. I can be careful.”
He kept rambling while staring up at Frank, wide-eyed and deranged and utterly helpless. He looked like he was about to cry.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s fine.” Frank instinctively reached out to stroke Gerard’s hair. He really hadn’t thought he’d be the one to comfort the scary undead creature tonight, but to be fair, he hadn’t really expected any of the other stuff either. “It’s not your fault, okay? Not your fault.”
Gerard sniffled. His lips looked pink with blood and spit. Frank no longer felt scared of him at all. He just wanted to make Gerard feel alright.
“Here, come on,” he said gently. “You did nothing wrong. It’s all good, I promise. It’s fine. Let’s just get into bed. You can use your hands instead.”
Gerard sniffled again and gave a small nod. Frank wanted to offer him a hand, but he’d already gotten up in a swift motion, standing there awkwardly as if he was waiting for Frank to make the next move.
“Here,” Frank muttered reassuringly and took Gerard’s arm to guide him over to the bed. He tugged at the fabric of his hoodie. The outlines of Gerard’s body were hardly visible underneath. “Can you take this off for me?”
Gerard nodded again and stripped off his hoodie, while Frank climbed into the bed, lying down much the same way he had been lying in it when he’d first woken up. Underneath, Gerard was wearing a washed-out black shirt with short sleeves.
“I’m always cold these days,” he explained apologetically and got into bed without taking off any more clothes.
Frank was still dressed himself, he had pulled his boxers back up, just his jeans were still undone.
Gerard got on top of him, leaning in awkwardly. Their bodies weren’t touching, he made sure to keep his weight off Frank.
“Go ahead. Use your hands,” Frank encouraged, and Gerard reached down, his fingertips grazing Frank’s abdomen before slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers.
Frank yelped. He could feel his erection shrinking as soon as Gerard touched him.
“Fuck,” Gerard swore and pulled back immediately, holding his hand midair while clenching and unclenching his fist repeatedly as if he could somehow get the blood to circulate properly that way. “I’m sorry. I hoped it wouldn’t be so bad. My hands and feet are always the worst.” He paused and added in a smaller voice: “I haven’t fed in a while.”
Frank threw back his head and laughed. He had never considered hooking up with a vampire before, he hadn’t thought it would be this difficult.
“I’m so sorry,” Gerard said again and Frank looked up at him, feeling unreasonably affectionate. He was just trying so goddamn hard to be good for him.
“It’s fine, really. We’ll work this out.”
“Maybe I could just …” Gerard shifted his position, putting his hand on Frank’s waist. Even through the fabric of his shirt, his touch felt cold.
Gerard got closer and slipped his leg in between Frank’s thighs, so he could feel its weight pressing against his crotch. Gerard’s boner was digging into his hip, too, noticeable even through the layers of clothes. He moved his pelvis in a slow grind, causing Frank to moan as he sensed the friction against his cock. The fabric of his underwear was rather soft, but the denim of Gerard’s jeans was rough and just on the right side of too much.
“Do that again,” he rasped out and Gerard repeated the motion a little less hesitantly.
He looked down at Frank, straggly hair falling into his face. Frank’s eyes had gotten used to the dim light in the basement and he could see the quivering of Gerard’s lower lip. He moaned quietly, too, and Frank wasn’t sure if he looked this needy because he still craved his blood, or because of the way he was grinding into Frank’s hip.
“Just like that,” he praised. Gerard still looked flushed. Now that he was only in his shirt, it was obvious that his neck had turned pink as well. Maybe it wasn’t in spite of his paleness but because of it that his blush was so easy to spot. His expression looked strained, as if it was difficult for him to keep moving in this position while supporting his own weight.
“Keep going. Want you to work for it,” Frank muttered.
Gerard’s eyes briefly fell shut as if Frank’s words were simply too much for him.
Frank grabbed his neck and pulled him down. He sensed Gerard tensing, but then he seemed to understand what Frank wanted and leaned in, his body growing heavier on top of him as he pressed flush against him.
Frank held on to him, the skin of his neck warmer than his hands, and when their lips met, they weren’t cold at all. They were soft and very gentle. The kiss tasted metallic; the flavour of his own blood heavy in Frank’s mouth – it wasn’t a turn-off though. Gerard’s tongue licked over his lips. It was warm, too. He was kissing Frank very coordinated. The kiss wasn’t sloppy and messy, it was slow and precise, probably to make sure Frank wouldn’t accidentally get hurt. He could feel Gerard’s fangs anyway, digging into his lower lip while they kissed.
All the while Gerard kept up the movement of his hips, just as slow and careful as his kiss. The feeling of him grinding against Frank’s hard dick made him moan into his mouth, mixing in with the small, desperate noises Gerard made.
Eventually, he broke the kiss, his nose pressing against Frank’s jaw instead. He was panting heavily, although he didn’t need to breathe. He seemed to be inhaling Frank’s smell rather than oxygen.
“Can I?” he whispered close to Frank’s ear. His voice no longer sounded hoarse, but high and whiny. “Please?”
Frank was still holding on to his neck. Something about Gerard’s pathetic tone got him way too excited. His boxers already felt sticky with precum.
“Please?” he mocked, no longer worried about upsetting Gerard but making his voice sound cruel on purpose. “You can do better than that, Gee.”
Gerard tilted his head, burying his face against the crook of Frank’s neck. He could sense his lips on his skin, right against his pulse point. He was so close yet still withholding, trembling with need yet still waiting for permission.
“Frankie, please,” he begged, his voice slurred against his neck. “Want to taste you. Please. Please let me. Please.”
And to his own surprise, Frank realised that he wanted it nearly as much. Gerard had shown so much self-control until now, that Frank trusted him to stop in time, and he also wanted to reward him for how good he’d been so far. More than anything, though, he wanted to feel his sharp teeth pierce his skin, he wanted Gerard to come absolutely undone with what Frank had to give him.
He slid his hand from Gerard’s neck to the back of his head, entangling his fingers in his hair to get a good, painful grip. He held Gerard in place, keeping his face pressed to his neck.
Gerard whimpered, and it sounded scared, as if the inability to pull away from temptation frightened him.
His movements were becoming sloppier, too. He was no longer circling his hips against Frank intentionally; instead, he seemed to rut against him mindlessly, whining into the crook of his neck as if his primal, desperate need was all that he could focus on.
“Please,” he repeated. “Please, Frankie, I need you.” His wrecked voice was the sweetest thing Frank had ever heard.
He tightened his grip on Gerard’s hair, feeling him tremble. His body felt slightly damp, hotter now than before but in an unhealthy way, as if he was fighting down a fever.
“Do it,” Frank ordered.
Gerard groaned and his lips moved against Frank’s neck. He sensed the dull pressure of something sharp digging into his skin without breaking it yet. He braced himself for the pain, but Gerard kept still, as if he needed to be absolutely sure.
Frank exhaled, willing his body to relax and realising only now how tense he’d been. He traced his hand back down to Gerard’s neck, no longer holding him in place but offering gentle support.
“Do it,” he repeated, more softly this time. “It’s okay.”
Gerard let out a strangled moan and then there was nothing but hot-white pain as his teeth punctured Frank’s neck. He cried out, instinctively clinging to Gerard for support. His mouth was hot on Frank’s neck and the bite felt wet and it hurt, but after a moment the pain turned dull, reduced to a throbbing somewhere in his throat.
Gerard moaned into his neck, as if Frank was actually fucking into him instead of letting him drink his blood and he sensed the vibration of his voice on his skin. He started grinding into Frank faster and the friction on his dick was almost enough to distract him from the pain, except the pain also seemed to heighten his senses and in a fucked-up way, that felt good, that actually felt amazing.
He felt himself becoming lighter, dizzy, with only Gerard solid and stable on top of him, so Frank held on to him. His body prickled and there was a buzz under his skin, like a pleasant high circling through his veins. Everything seemed more intense, Gerard’s touch, his voice so close to his ear, the smell of blood and rot, even the texture of clothes directly on his skin was overly clear and oddly arousing.
Gerard moved downwards, so he didn’t have to cock his head as much to access Frank’s neck; his lips never leaving his skin. The weight of his leg was no longer pressing down against Frank’s crotch that way and he made a protesting noise, feeling abandoned, although Gerard was still clinging to him as if he wanted to crawl inside of him.
But then Gerard’s hand slipped from his waist to his stomach and now his touch felt warm, it even felt hot on Frank’s sweaty skin.
“Fuck, yes, do it,” he forced out, keeping his voice low.
Gerard had clearly heard him though, because he slipped his hand under the waistband of Frank’s boxers and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He moaned, rocking up his hips to try and thrust into Gerard’s hand. He stroked him awkwardly. The angle was inconvenient and Gerard was clearly distracted. But it didn’t matter much, because with the buzzing underneath Frank’s skin, the touch felt amazing anyway; like his body was suddenly hypersensitive.
Gerard was still moaning close to his ear and Frank could hear his wet gulps when he swallowed. He was also still grinding his hard cock against Frank, lower now, against his thigh.
It was all becoming a little too much and Frank tightened his grip on Gerard’s neck for support, although he was starting to grow weak. Gerard twisted his hand on Frank’s dick and Frank felt his tongue on his neck, licking up a stray drop of blood, and that was really all it took.
The orgasm seemed to rip through his entire body. He felt weak and shaky and the sensation was overwhelming. It felt like it was coursing through his veins, but with ten times more speed and intensity than usual. The bliss didn’t build up and spread through his system, he just felt it everywhere at once, in his groin and at the nape of his neck and the tip of his toes.
He moaned as he came all over Gerard’s hand and the front of his own shirt. But that was nothing compared to the noises Gerard made. He moaned into Frank’s neck like he was experiencing some kind of divine rapture. He started shaking and humping Frank’s leg as if he was chasing something.
Frank felt exhausted and spent and the throbbing pain in his neck became more prominent again. He brought up his thigh, pressing it into Gerard hard enough to be painful, but Gerard just let out another strangled moan and stilled against him, his body going stiff with a slight tremble.
Frank’s grip on Gerard’s neck slackened and he was cold and his skin was too sensitive, every contact was bordering on painful and he just felt overstimulated from head to toe.
He managed to put his hand on Gerard’s shoulder to push him away.
“Stop,” he said and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if Gerard would actually listen to him, but he almost felt numb to the fear. If he didn’t stop on his own accord, it was over anyway; Frank felt too weak to put up a fight.
But after a few rapid heartbeats, Gerard pulled off. Frank’s neck felt warm and sticky. He sensed Gerard’s tongue gliding over his skin once more as if to clean him up, but it was probably to seal the wounds, because the pain subsided immediately. Frank still felt faint and dizzy though.
Gerard rolled over, collapsing on his back next to Frank.
Frank turned his head to look at him. Gerard’s chin was smeared with blood and even his neck and the collar of his shirt were stained red. His chest was heaving very slowly, not like he was trying to catch his breath, but rather like he was trying to calm down. There was a visible stain on the front of his jeans, too.
“Fuck, that was …” Gerard trailed off. He brushed the hair from his face. He looked healthier somehow, Frank thought. Maybe it was the fact that his cheeks were still flushed. But when he turned to look at Frank, his eyes also seemed both darker and brighter. They looked like lakes at night, reflecting the stars. “I could fucking taste your orgasm. I didn’t know that was possible. Like, it was right there in your blood, like I was cumming, too, but in my mouth.”
Frank snorted. “Gross.”
“Sent me right over the edge. Fucking fantastic.”
“Yeah, I could tell you were enjoying yourself,” Frank mocked, but his voice sounded tired.
Gerard pushed himself up on his elbow to study Frank more closely.
“You’re alright though, right?” he asked, sounding worried now. “I didn’t hurt you or take too much, did I?”
His fangs had disappeared; his teeth looked perfectly blunt again, but they were smeared with blood. His gum looked bright red. The blood around his lips was starting to dry already.
“No, I’m just feeling a little weak, that’s all,” Frank soothed him and reached out, brushing his knuckles against Gerard’s chest lightly. He felt like he was supposed to say something, but he wasn’t quite sure what the situation called for. “You did very well.”
Gerard beamed at him and Frank felt very warm inside. For someone currently drenched in blood, Gerard looked extremely adorable when he smiled. Frank realised that he had missed him.
“I should get you some juice or something. You need it.”
Gerard got up from the bed in a fluent motion. His movements had been fast before, but now they seemed even more energetic.
“Dude, you can’t go up like that,” Frank pointed out. “You need to clean yourself first.”
Gerard waved it off. Frank thought that the pants were probably worse than the blood.
“I’m fast, they won’t see me.”
And with that, he was already out the door like a fucking cartoon character. He had left the door open behind him, but Frank had no reason to run anymore anyway. The draft made him grow cold, but before he could seriously start to freeze, Gerard was by his side again, handing him a carton of orange juice and an open box of cookies.
Frank sat up. Gerard hadn’t bothered to bring a glass, so he just unscrewed the juice and drank straight from the carton. It was cold as if it had just been taken from the fridge, but the sugar was exactly what he needed. He instantly felt a little less dizzy.
“I’ll go clean up,” Gerard announced and disappeared into the bathroom.
Frank fished a cookie from the box. It wasn’t quite fresh anymore, it felt too soft and tasted a bit stale. But the fact that it all seemed so clumsy and improvised made him feel very fond of Gerard. He seemed to trip all over himself trying to take care of Frank. He was kind of bad at being a vampire.
He reappeared from the bathroom, still covered in blood, but he’d exchanged his jeans for a pair of pyjama pants. They had little bats on them.
“You’ll stay the night, right?” he asked, almost bashfully, as if it occurred to him only now that maybe he should have put on something else to take Frank home.
“Yeah,” Frank confirmed. “I’m taking the bed though. Your couch is a piece of shit.”
Gerard chuckled and sat down on the bed next to him, holding out a damp towel to Frank.
“I’m staying up anyway,” he said.
“Right,” Frank mumbled and his face felt a bit too hot. He had completely forgotten that Gerard was nocturnal.
He used the towel to wipe his neck. He would also have to borrow a clean shirt from Gerard.
“Here, lie down,” he said and patted the sheets next to himself.
Gerard hesitated. “I should …”
“Come on,” Frank interrupted him, and Gerard laid down on his back immediately. He really did follow orders well.
Frank bent over him and started wiping his face with the towel as gently as possible. Since the blood was already drying, he had to rub firmly, but he made sure not to be unnecessarily rough. He wasn’t quite sure if he was supposed to provide aftercare for the person who’d just torn a gaping hole into his neck, but he did feel like he was supposed to do something.
“You don’t have to do this,” Gerard pointed out. Frank made him part his lips to clean them carefully, which made Gerard smile.
“Just let me,” he said. “I want to do this for you.” He paused briefly, moving down Gerard’s chin. The towel was already stained red by now. “I know I called you pathetic and stuff. Don’t want you to feel like I meant that. You were gorgeous.”
Gerard’s smile turned softer. He had closed his eyes. Frank moved on to his neck.
“Thank you for being so good for me,” he added quietly.
Gerard opened his eyes again. The fresh blood running through his veins made him look more human, and at the same time, more inhuman – his hazel eyes were very clear, his skin seemed to be glowing. He was more dazzling than any mortal creature. It was hard to grasp that he smiled up at Frank like he was the star that gave his life direction.
“What are you talking about? Thank you, little scorpion. You’re the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Frank used the towel to slap him across the chest before tossing it to the floor.
“Don’t make me blush, motherfucker,” he scolded and cuddled up to Gerard. His body now felt pleasantly hot.
Gerard pulled him in. He smelled of metal and blood.
Frank closed his eyes while resting his head against Gerard’s chest. It was weird that he could hear neither his breath nor his heartbeat, but he felt warm and soft and alive.
“I missed you,” Frank said quietly.
Gerard didn’t say anything for a while. His fingers started to comb through Frank’s short hair.
“It really hurt, you know?” Gerard didn’t sound upset, there was just a vague hint of sadness in his voice. “When all my friends turned their backs on me. I was lucky my family accepted me. But everyone else just left. That was probably the worst thing about getting turned. I know we weren’t engaged or anything, but all the flirting and shit, I really thought we were going somewhere. And then you just disappeared. It made me feel so stupid.”
Frank swallowed. The words obviously made him feel like shit, but he hadn’t known any better. His whole life, he’d been told that vampires were nothing but blood sucking killers. He hadn’t known that Gerard was still Gerard.
“I was scared,” he confessed.
“Well, I was scared, too.”
Frank’s chest constricted. He couldn’t imagine how lonely and frightened Gerard must have felt, fearing that he might turn into a monster – being treated like one by everyone else.
“I’m sorry,” Frank whispered and raised his head, because he owed it to Gerard to at least look him in the eyes right now. “I’m really sorry. You weren’t stupid. I thought we were going somewhere, too. I fucked that up.” He paused. “Would you give me a second chance though? I promise, I won’t run this time.”
Gerard gave a small nod and Frank thought that he still looked scared.
“So you don’t think I’m a monster?” he made sure.
Frank leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Gerard’s forehead. His skin was already beginning to cool down again.
“I don’t care what you are,” Frank whispered. “I’m not scared anymore.” Because he knew that Gerard would never hurt him. And he intended to return the favour.