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New Jersey
September 29th 1934
17:47
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
“You fucking rascal!”
Bang.
A howl of pain graces the streets of New Jersey as a teen drops to the ground, clutching his bloody foot to his body. The glint of a bullet shines out of the wound as he turns his foot, trying to examine it through the dirt and grime and tears falling down his cheeks. “Give us the fucking money bitch!” The boy gasps, cringing as the cold metal of the gun barrel touches his neck and Verbetti sneers down at him. “You owe us. So get us it or we gonna blow you to hell, got that?”
“I-I don’t h-have the money, I s-swear I can get you it b-by next week!”
“We can’t wait until next week!” The gun is pushed harder against the kneeling boy. There’s blood splatters across the pavement and tears dripping onto the cold stones beneath them, the boy hidden behind the over weight gangster. He has the child pressed back against the wall, oblivious the sounds of sirens coming ever closer and people gathering round, their curiosity overwhelming their fear.
“Just shoot him and take what he’s got Verb.”
“Did I ask you, Quinn?! I want the money and I want it now, I don’t want his measly coins!”
“Better than nothing, and boss would be happier than if you came back dead. He wouldn’t bat an eyelid over you, but you lost him his money he would kill you twice so just get as much as you can, right?” Quinn leans against the wall, lighting his cigar as he twirls the gun on his index finger. “But make it quick, the cops are on the way. We ain’t buying you out again.”
“You didn’t last time.”
“We bust ya out! Cheaper that way, and you’re not raping some poor helpless sucker just for laughs no more, are you, cos you ain’t in that shithole. You’re doing it for money now.”
Verbetti lets out a hollow laugh, turning to face his co-worker. As he turns, the gun gets pressed harder into the boys head, drawing a pathetic whimper from his lips. “P-please d-don’t hurt me…p-please-“
Bang.
“Verb!” Quinn’s gun is automatically locked on the new man. “You fucking shot the best man we have!”
“Gerard Way, nice to meet you.” The new man steps forward, smiling slightly and ignoring the gun aimed directly at his forehead. His hand is stretched out as though in welcoming, neatly stepping over Verbetti’s dead body and advancing on Quinn. The gun is lowered slightly, concentrating on his heart, but Gerard is seemingly oblivious as he laughs: it’s a husky laugh which fills his whole face, the humour glimmering in his eyes.
“Quinn Allman… you got style. Where the fuck are you-“
Bang.
The sound of metal clattering against the floor and the thud of a body is drowned out by the sound of the ever nearing sirens. Within a heartbeat, Gerard is gone, disappearing as though he was a ghost.
The boy stands up shakily, following the path taken by the older man, hobbling along and ignoring the shouts for him to come back. “G-Gerard?” He calls out, his frail voice being caught in the wind and cast aside. He see’s the retreating figure ahead of him in the distance and cries the name again, hoping he hears. “Gerard!!” He loses sight of Gerard but starts running, wincing as he puts his weight on his wounded foot.
He chases where he thinks the man is, sprinting down the cobbled paths as fast as his foot would allow him before he collapses, sobbing in pain. After a few moments he sits up, leaning back against the wall and cradling his foot to his body, whimpering at the feeling. He would rather be dead than feel this pain, but he knows he’s got to get the bullet out. It would be so much easier if he still lived at home, he could go to a hospital, have the bullet taken out professionally then go home to be dressed in expensive velvet waistcoats and posh trousers.
“You’re a worthless good for nothing! Why are you here? You don’t belong here anymore!”
“But Mom-“
“I am not your mother.” The words are hissed vehemently, spit flying from the woman’s mouth and landing on his face. He wipes it with the back of his hand, glaring up at her and spitting back at her.
“You can’t even accept your own sons choices, you’re pathetic. I’m glad Dad left you, in fact, I’m not surprised he left you, you’re a whore. A piece of dog shit on my leather buckled shoe.”
“Oh grow up! What are you, 10?! This isn’t the 1920’s anymore. Get the hell out of my house you faggot.”
A scream escapes his lips as he tenderly touches the wound, poking the open flesh with his finger and wondering what to do. Part of the skin is falling off where the bullet entered at an angle and he peels it back almost screaming again. He pauses, his head spinning as he grabs the wall for support: he had never been in so much pain in his life. He hears a shrill scream from close by and jerks upright, trying to locate the source, it takes a few moments to realise it’s himself and mothers pass by him, holding tightly to their children as he collapses into tears again.
He reaches back to his foot, digging his nail into the flesh, trying to get at the small piece of metal, but only succeeds in pushing it in further, causing him more excruciating pain.
“Here, I think I can help?” A cool American drawl interrupts his work, his head pulling up to meet the eyes of his saviour.
“G-Ger- Mr Way?” He stands, his eyes drawing level with Gerard’s…chest.
“Please, call me Gerard.” He mutters with a grim smile, before nodding towards the bloodied foot. “Can I..?”
“Um..s-sure.” He gulps, sitting back down as Gerard gingerly takes the foot in his hands, lifting it from the ground slightly. He examines the foot, gently touching the wound like the boy did himself, drawing low hisses from the younger mans lips.
“Sorry.”
“Its okay.” Gerard is slowly turning the foot; careful not to twist it too far so he didn’t break it. After a while of silent assessment, Gerard stands up, offering the boy his hand.
“I can get that out and dress the wound…if you want. You would have to accompany me to my own place though.” The boy draws his eyebrows together at the word ‘accompany’ so casually slotted into the sentence, making Gerard seem almost from a different time. He slowly takes the pale hand extended towards him, expecting to be pulled to his feet, not up into Gerard’s arms, wedding style. But he was. He giggled slightly, holding on tightly to the soft silk shirt, nervous he would be dropped. “You’re so light… do you ever eat?” Gerard laughs slightly, his smile fading when the boy shakes his head slowly. “You don’t?”
“I got kicked out of home, I don’t have any money.” Gerard’s eyes widen slightly, before starting to walk, still holding the boy in his arms. Its silent as they journey the short distance to Gerard’s ‘place’, the boys own eyes widening at the sight. “A-are you rich?!”
“I’m not that rich, but I can afford a nice home.”
“Gerard, that isn’t a home, that’s like a palace!”
“It’s a two bed-roomed apartment.” It made the boy blush, chewing his lip anxiously as he thought back to his one roomed little home. “C’mon, sit down here.” Gerard carefully places the small boy on a seat, leaving him for a moment.
The boy looks round the apartment, smiling at its splendour and admiring the intricate detail on the walls and shelves. When Gerard returns, he kneels in front of the boy using his eyes to seek permission to touch his foot again. The boy just nods, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as Gerard starts to dab at the wound with a damp cloth. He sees the boy flinching beneath his touch and starts talking to distract him.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Frank. Iero. Frank Iero. You have a nice plac- shit!”
“Sorry. Did that hurt? I’m really sorry, I’m trying not to cause you too much pain. But it was a gun…”
“I know. Its just…ugh…it hurts.”
“I’m sorry. Why..why were they trying to shoot you?”
“I owed them money that I didn’t have. Well, more like my Mom owed him money, but she put it in my name because she knew she couldn’t pay. She doesn’t give a shit about me, I’m worthless to her.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“She used my life to pay off debts!” Frank flinches, cursing under his breath as Gerard slowly begins to pull out the bullet. “Ow, shit, can you do that slower please? It hurts when you do it fast.”
Gerard smirks, hiding his face behind his long black hair. There was nothing sexual intended in that sentence, but his heart was in overdrive already being head height with Frank’s cock. “Sure. Sorry.” He had only seen the boy almost get shot and he was in love with him. The moment he set eyes on him, he knew he wanted him, no..it wasn’t a want. It was a need, gripping his insides and twisting his guts into a painful oblivion. Each touch of the cold skin made his heart race, his own skin tingling where they’re bodies made contact: each word from Franks perfect lips made a shiver run down his spine: each look feeling like they were burning holes into him, but in a good way. But he knew Frank could never feel the same.
“Why did she kick you out?”
“Because I..uh..I’m different.” Frank hesitates, not wanting to tell Gerard he was gay. It could freak him out.
“In what way?”
“I’m well…uh…its hard to…uh…yeah. Just am.”
“I’m different.” Gerard smiles before looking back at Frank’s foot, hearing a pained scream echo in the room as the bullets finally pulled free. He cringes, wishing he had never offered to take the bullet out himself: it hurt to know that he had caused Frank such pain. “Frank?” Frank, are you okay?!” He looks up at the boy, biting his lip as Frank’s face contorts in hurting.
“Yeah, just…ugh..gimme a minute..it hurts. I need something to..distract me. Like from the pain. Talk to me. Do something, take my mind off it please!” He mutters, eyes clenched shut and tears leaking from behind the closed lids.
Acting on impulse, Gerard drops the bullet, climbing next to Frank and dragging him into his arms. “Ssshhh, it will be okay. Try to forget the pain. Just tell me about you, about something. Tell me what you think of this .. this apartment. What do you think of me?” Without thinking, he leans down, planting a small kiss on the side of Frank’s forehead. Frank immediately quietens down, his eyes slowly opening, still crying slightly from the numbing effect in his foot.
“What I think about you?” His mind is racing, ‘He just kissed me.’ running through his head repeatedly. “I..uh…” Before he can think of a verbal answer he reaches up, capturing Gerard’s face in his hand and kissing his lips softly. “I love you.” Neither of them speak as Gerard kisses him again, tilting his head slightly as their lips lock in a perfect position, working roughly against each others. Frank runs his tongue along Gerard’s bottom lip, begging for entrance, but Gerard pulls away slightly dragging them both back to vague reality.
“What are we doing?” Frank whispers, his fingers still on Gerard’s cheek. He traces the shape of his jaw line, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know…but I like it.” Gerard grins back, Frank mirroring him as he’s lifted back into Gerard’s arms. “Bedroom?”
“Definitely.”
Frank feels his body being dropped onto a soft bed, Gerard crawling on top of him and attaching their lips again. Frank grants immediate access to his mouth, their tongues fighting for dominance as he rolls them both over, straddling Gerard’s hips and tugging on the hem of the older mans silk shirt, not bothering to undo the buttons. It’s soon discarded, being dropped onto the floor as Frank’s own worn shirt is unbuttoned and thrown, catching on a lightshade and hanging there.
The shirt means the light casts a dim glow across the room, making it seem more romantic and Frank giggles into Gerard’s mouth at the brightness change. Its not long before they’re both naked, their bare bodies rubbing along each others, creating hot friction between them. “You’re so damn hot.” Gerard’s voice is heavy and broken as Frank draws him in for more and more kisses. They can feel the room temperature rising as Gerard sits between Frank’s thighs, grinning and pulling away reluctantly from those addictive lips. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” Frank whispers back, mentally slapping himself for how cheesy he sounded. He meant it to sound sexy, but instead he sounded like a complete idiot. “Just do it already!” Gerard’s fingers tease his ring of muscles before he slowly inserts one dry, making Frank whimper slightly. Frank pushes his hips down, forcing Gerard’s finger in further as he pauses before starting to move the finger inside him.
Before long he adds another finger, scissoring inside him and hearing a small moan of his name. He already misses Frank’s lips and leans down, inserting another finger and kissing him passionately. He can feel Frank’s body writhing beneath him and eventually he removes his fingers, hearing Frank give out a longing moan before pushing his rock hard member in.
He can tell it hurts Frank, but watches his face as the pain becomes pleasure, bucking his hips and urging Gerard to move. Gerard complies, thrusting his hips into Frank, his cock hitting deeper and harder inside of the younger boy each time. “You’re so fucking…tight..” He moans, building up pace as Frank rocks his hips up to meet his own.
Franks hips suddenly buck up forcefully, his back arching off the bed and his mouth opening in pure ecstasy as Gerard hits that raw bundle of nerves inside him. “Fuck, do that again.” He gasps, Gerard angling himself to hit that same spot again, Frank hands trailing down his back, the nails digging long grooves into the flesh as Gerard moves to suck on his neck. “That feels…so…fucking…good…” Frank pants, moaning as he feels Gerard’s teeth sink into the flesh in reply. He closes his eyes as his back arches off the bed again, screaming Gerard’s name as he releases hard onto their stomachs, Gerard spilling his seed into Frank.
Gerard rides out their orgasms, before slowly pulling out and hearing Frank whimper. “Gerard…my..my foot.” He’s suddenly alert, sitting up and rolling off Frank. What do you mean, whats- what the hell?” Where the wound had been, there was now just pale flesh. His wound had healed, but that wasn’t possible, not if- Gerard bites his lips anxiously, gnawing at the skin.
“Gerard whats happened? What is it?”
“It…something.” He stares off into space, a look of concern and fear in his eyes. “I can’t tell you.”
“Please Gerard. What is it?” Frank’s almost sobbing as he grabs Gerard’s arm, hanging on. He shouldn’t be upset, he should be happy that his foot is back to normal. But something weird’s happening and he doesn’t like it. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
“I know.” Gerard’s voice is distant, as though thinking hard about something. He turns to face Frank suddenly. “Do you- do you believe in like supernatural and all that?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m…not a normal human. I’m a vampire.”
“Ugh, you’re drunk, aren’t you. You don’t even love me, you’re using me, you’ll have forgotten me in the morning!” Frank jumps up, wringing his hands worriedly.
“I’m not. I do love you. I am a vampire.”
“Prove it. Fly. Or climb up that wall, or lift that bookcase or…show me a photo of you in the future or something!”
“I’m not like that. I drink blood, I can heal things, that’s it. I don’t age, but I can’t fly or jump really high. I’m basically a normal person stuck in time.”
“But-but vampires aren’t real. And if they were, why would you tell me? I wanted to know about my foot.”
“Its from when I bit you. I guess something happened.”
“You mean you don’t know, and you can’t prove it.”
“Frank look at your fucking foot! Isn’t that proof enough?!”
“But how do I know you aren’t bullshitting me?”
“You can’t know, you just have to trust me.”
“Gerard?”
“I love you.”
Happy Birthday Ejay! Yeah, this is a one shot specially for you! No, I'm not writing more, because if I do it will go nowhere.
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September 29th 1934
17:47
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
“You fucking rascal!”
Bang.
A howl of pain graces the streets of New Jersey as a teen drops to the ground, clutching his bloody foot to his body. The glint of a bullet shines out of the wound as he turns his foot, trying to examine it through the dirt and grime and tears falling down his cheeks. “Give us the fucking money bitch!” The boy gasps, cringing as the cold metal of the gun barrel touches his neck and Verbetti sneers down at him. “You owe us. So get us it or we gonna blow you to hell, got that?”
“I-I don’t h-have the money, I s-swear I can get you it b-by next week!”
“We can’t wait until next week!” The gun is pushed harder against the kneeling boy. There’s blood splatters across the pavement and tears dripping onto the cold stones beneath them, the boy hidden behind the over weight gangster. He has the child pressed back against the wall, oblivious the sounds of sirens coming ever closer and people gathering round, their curiosity overwhelming their fear.
“Just shoot him and take what he’s got Verb.”
“Did I ask you, Quinn?! I want the money and I want it now, I don’t want his measly coins!”
“Better than nothing, and boss would be happier than if you came back dead. He wouldn’t bat an eyelid over you, but you lost him his money he would kill you twice so just get as much as you can, right?” Quinn leans against the wall, lighting his cigar as he twirls the gun on his index finger. “But make it quick, the cops are on the way. We ain’t buying you out again.”
“You didn’t last time.”
“We bust ya out! Cheaper that way, and you’re not raping some poor helpless sucker just for laughs no more, are you, cos you ain’t in that shithole. You’re doing it for money now.”
Verbetti lets out a hollow laugh, turning to face his co-worker. As he turns, the gun gets pressed harder into the boys head, drawing a pathetic whimper from his lips. “P-please d-don’t hurt me…p-please-“
Bang.
“Verb!” Quinn’s gun is automatically locked on the new man. “You fucking shot the best man we have!”
“Gerard Way, nice to meet you.” The new man steps forward, smiling slightly and ignoring the gun aimed directly at his forehead. His hand is stretched out as though in welcoming, neatly stepping over Verbetti’s dead body and advancing on Quinn. The gun is lowered slightly, concentrating on his heart, but Gerard is seemingly oblivious as he laughs: it’s a husky laugh which fills his whole face, the humour glimmering in his eyes.
“Quinn Allman… you got style. Where the fuck are you-“
Bang.
The sound of metal clattering against the floor and the thud of a body is drowned out by the sound of the ever nearing sirens. Within a heartbeat, Gerard is gone, disappearing as though he was a ghost.
The boy stands up shakily, following the path taken by the older man, hobbling along and ignoring the shouts for him to come back. “G-Gerard?” He calls out, his frail voice being caught in the wind and cast aside. He see’s the retreating figure ahead of him in the distance and cries the name again, hoping he hears. “Gerard!!” He loses sight of Gerard but starts running, wincing as he puts his weight on his wounded foot.
He chases where he thinks the man is, sprinting down the cobbled paths as fast as his foot would allow him before he collapses, sobbing in pain. After a few moments he sits up, leaning back against the wall and cradling his foot to his body, whimpering at the feeling. He would rather be dead than feel this pain, but he knows he’s got to get the bullet out. It would be so much easier if he still lived at home, he could go to a hospital, have the bullet taken out professionally then go home to be dressed in expensive velvet waistcoats and posh trousers.
“You’re a worthless good for nothing! Why are you here? You don’t belong here anymore!”
“But Mom-“
“I am not your mother.” The words are hissed vehemently, spit flying from the woman’s mouth and landing on his face. He wipes it with the back of his hand, glaring up at her and spitting back at her.
“You can’t even accept your own sons choices, you’re pathetic. I’m glad Dad left you, in fact, I’m not surprised he left you, you’re a whore. A piece of dog shit on my leather buckled shoe.”
“Oh grow up! What are you, 10?! This isn’t the 1920’s anymore. Get the hell out of my house you faggot.”
A scream escapes his lips as he tenderly touches the wound, poking the open flesh with his finger and wondering what to do. Part of the skin is falling off where the bullet entered at an angle and he peels it back almost screaming again. He pauses, his head spinning as he grabs the wall for support: he had never been in so much pain in his life. He hears a shrill scream from close by and jerks upright, trying to locate the source, it takes a few moments to realise it’s himself and mothers pass by him, holding tightly to their children as he collapses into tears again.
He reaches back to his foot, digging his nail into the flesh, trying to get at the small piece of metal, but only succeeds in pushing it in further, causing him more excruciating pain.
“Here, I think I can help?” A cool American drawl interrupts his work, his head pulling up to meet the eyes of his saviour.
“G-Ger- Mr Way?” He stands, his eyes drawing level with Gerard’s…chest.
“Please, call me Gerard.” He mutters with a grim smile, before nodding towards the bloodied foot. “Can I..?”
“Um..s-sure.” He gulps, sitting back down as Gerard gingerly takes the foot in his hands, lifting it from the ground slightly. He examines the foot, gently touching the wound like the boy did himself, drawing low hisses from the younger mans lips.
“Sorry.”
“Its okay.” Gerard is slowly turning the foot; careful not to twist it too far so he didn’t break it. After a while of silent assessment, Gerard stands up, offering the boy his hand.
“I can get that out and dress the wound…if you want. You would have to accompany me to my own place though.” The boy draws his eyebrows together at the word ‘accompany’ so casually slotted into the sentence, making Gerard seem almost from a different time. He slowly takes the pale hand extended towards him, expecting to be pulled to his feet, not up into Gerard’s arms, wedding style. But he was. He giggled slightly, holding on tightly to the soft silk shirt, nervous he would be dropped. “You’re so light… do you ever eat?” Gerard laughs slightly, his smile fading when the boy shakes his head slowly. “You don’t?”
“I got kicked out of home, I don’t have any money.” Gerard’s eyes widen slightly, before starting to walk, still holding the boy in his arms. Its silent as they journey the short distance to Gerard’s ‘place’, the boys own eyes widening at the sight. “A-are you rich?!”
“I’m not that rich, but I can afford a nice home.”
“Gerard, that isn’t a home, that’s like a palace!”
“It’s a two bed-roomed apartment.” It made the boy blush, chewing his lip anxiously as he thought back to his one roomed little home. “C’mon, sit down here.” Gerard carefully places the small boy on a seat, leaving him for a moment.
The boy looks round the apartment, smiling at its splendour and admiring the intricate detail on the walls and shelves. When Gerard returns, he kneels in front of the boy using his eyes to seek permission to touch his foot again. The boy just nods, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as Gerard starts to dab at the wound with a damp cloth. He sees the boy flinching beneath his touch and starts talking to distract him.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Frank. Iero. Frank Iero. You have a nice plac- shit!”
“Sorry. Did that hurt? I’m really sorry, I’m trying not to cause you too much pain. But it was a gun…”
“I know. Its just…ugh…it hurts.”
“I’m sorry. Why..why were they trying to shoot you?”
“I owed them money that I didn’t have. Well, more like my Mom owed him money, but she put it in my name because she knew she couldn’t pay. She doesn’t give a shit about me, I’m worthless to her.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“She used my life to pay off debts!” Frank flinches, cursing under his breath as Gerard slowly begins to pull out the bullet. “Ow, shit, can you do that slower please? It hurts when you do it fast.”
Gerard smirks, hiding his face behind his long black hair. There was nothing sexual intended in that sentence, but his heart was in overdrive already being head height with Frank’s cock. “Sure. Sorry.” He had only seen the boy almost get shot and he was in love with him. The moment he set eyes on him, he knew he wanted him, no..it wasn’t a want. It was a need, gripping his insides and twisting his guts into a painful oblivion. Each touch of the cold skin made his heart race, his own skin tingling where they’re bodies made contact: each word from Franks perfect lips made a shiver run down his spine: each look feeling like they were burning holes into him, but in a good way. But he knew Frank could never feel the same.
“Why did she kick you out?”
“Because I..uh..I’m different.” Frank hesitates, not wanting to tell Gerard he was gay. It could freak him out.
“In what way?”
“I’m well…uh…its hard to…uh…yeah. Just am.”
“I’m different.” Gerard smiles before looking back at Frank’s foot, hearing a pained scream echo in the room as the bullets finally pulled free. He cringes, wishing he had never offered to take the bullet out himself: it hurt to know that he had caused Frank such pain. “Frank?” Frank, are you okay?!” He looks up at the boy, biting his lip as Frank’s face contorts in hurting.
“Yeah, just…ugh..gimme a minute..it hurts. I need something to..distract me. Like from the pain. Talk to me. Do something, take my mind off it please!” He mutters, eyes clenched shut and tears leaking from behind the closed lids.
Acting on impulse, Gerard drops the bullet, climbing next to Frank and dragging him into his arms. “Ssshhh, it will be okay. Try to forget the pain. Just tell me about you, about something. Tell me what you think of this .. this apartment. What do you think of me?” Without thinking, he leans down, planting a small kiss on the side of Frank’s forehead. Frank immediately quietens down, his eyes slowly opening, still crying slightly from the numbing effect in his foot.
“What I think about you?” His mind is racing, ‘He just kissed me.’ running through his head repeatedly. “I..uh…” Before he can think of a verbal answer he reaches up, capturing Gerard’s face in his hand and kissing his lips softly. “I love you.” Neither of them speak as Gerard kisses him again, tilting his head slightly as their lips lock in a perfect position, working roughly against each others. Frank runs his tongue along Gerard’s bottom lip, begging for entrance, but Gerard pulls away slightly dragging them both back to vague reality.
“What are we doing?” Frank whispers, his fingers still on Gerard’s cheek. He traces the shape of his jaw line, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know…but I like it.” Gerard grins back, Frank mirroring him as he’s lifted back into Gerard’s arms. “Bedroom?”
“Definitely.”
Frank feels his body being dropped onto a soft bed, Gerard crawling on top of him and attaching their lips again. Frank grants immediate access to his mouth, their tongues fighting for dominance as he rolls them both over, straddling Gerard’s hips and tugging on the hem of the older mans silk shirt, not bothering to undo the buttons. It’s soon discarded, being dropped onto the floor as Frank’s own worn shirt is unbuttoned and thrown, catching on a lightshade and hanging there.
The shirt means the light casts a dim glow across the room, making it seem more romantic and Frank giggles into Gerard’s mouth at the brightness change. Its not long before they’re both naked, their bare bodies rubbing along each others, creating hot friction between them. “You’re so damn hot.” Gerard’s voice is heavy and broken as Frank draws him in for more and more kisses. They can feel the room temperature rising as Gerard sits between Frank’s thighs, grinning and pulling away reluctantly from those addictive lips. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” Frank whispers back, mentally slapping himself for how cheesy he sounded. He meant it to sound sexy, but instead he sounded like a complete idiot. “Just do it already!” Gerard’s fingers tease his ring of muscles before he slowly inserts one dry, making Frank whimper slightly. Frank pushes his hips down, forcing Gerard’s finger in further as he pauses before starting to move the finger inside him.
Before long he adds another finger, scissoring inside him and hearing a small moan of his name. He already misses Frank’s lips and leans down, inserting another finger and kissing him passionately. He can feel Frank’s body writhing beneath him and eventually he removes his fingers, hearing Frank give out a longing moan before pushing his rock hard member in.
He can tell it hurts Frank, but watches his face as the pain becomes pleasure, bucking his hips and urging Gerard to move. Gerard complies, thrusting his hips into Frank, his cock hitting deeper and harder inside of the younger boy each time. “You’re so fucking…tight..” He moans, building up pace as Frank rocks his hips up to meet his own.
Franks hips suddenly buck up forcefully, his back arching off the bed and his mouth opening in pure ecstasy as Gerard hits that raw bundle of nerves inside him. “Fuck, do that again.” He gasps, Gerard angling himself to hit that same spot again, Frank hands trailing down his back, the nails digging long grooves into the flesh as Gerard moves to suck on his neck. “That feels…so…fucking…good…” Frank pants, moaning as he feels Gerard’s teeth sink into the flesh in reply. He closes his eyes as his back arches off the bed again, screaming Gerard’s name as he releases hard onto their stomachs, Gerard spilling his seed into Frank.
Gerard rides out their orgasms, before slowly pulling out and hearing Frank whimper. “Gerard…my..my foot.” He’s suddenly alert, sitting up and rolling off Frank. What do you mean, whats- what the hell?” Where the wound had been, there was now just pale flesh. His wound had healed, but that wasn’t possible, not if- Gerard bites his lips anxiously, gnawing at the skin.
“Gerard whats happened? What is it?”
“It…something.” He stares off into space, a look of concern and fear in his eyes. “I can’t tell you.”
“Please Gerard. What is it?” Frank’s almost sobbing as he grabs Gerard’s arm, hanging on. He shouldn’t be upset, he should be happy that his foot is back to normal. But something weird’s happening and he doesn’t like it. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
“I know.” Gerard’s voice is distant, as though thinking hard about something. He turns to face Frank suddenly. “Do you- do you believe in like supernatural and all that?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m…not a normal human. I’m a vampire.”
“Ugh, you’re drunk, aren’t you. You don’t even love me, you’re using me, you’ll have forgotten me in the morning!” Frank jumps up, wringing his hands worriedly.
“I’m not. I do love you. I am a vampire.”
“Prove it. Fly. Or climb up that wall, or lift that bookcase or…show me a photo of you in the future or something!”
“I’m not like that. I drink blood, I can heal things, that’s it. I don’t age, but I can’t fly or jump really high. I’m basically a normal person stuck in time.”
“But-but vampires aren’t real. And if they were, why would you tell me? I wanted to know about my foot.”
“Its from when I bit you. I guess something happened.”
“You mean you don’t know, and you can’t prove it.”
“Frank look at your fucking foot! Isn’t that proof enough?!”
“But how do I know you aren’t bullshitting me?”
“You can’t know, you just have to trust me.”
“Gerard?”
“I love you.”
Happy Birthday Ejay! Yeah, this is a one shot specially for you! No, I'm not writing more, because if I do it will go nowhere.
I loves you very muchly, and I hope you liked it.
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