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I wasn't sure if I needed the X warning, but hell, I've put it there just in case ^_^ R&R my lovelies, you know I love it x) xo


When Frank returned home that night he was feeling so much better than he had when he had left. Meeting that magnificent stranger had put him into a good mood, and when his father shyly apologised Frank gracefully forgave him, the two men sharing an awkward embrace before Frank shot up to his room.

His father had seemed shocked that Frank had been so willing to forget about what had happened in the kitchen, and Frank had even given a quiet apology back for telling his father that he didn’t class himself as his son anymore. Frank senior was not used to hearing Frank apologise, but it was even rarer for the boy not to hold a grudge, and so as Frank sr. sat down on the couch with a beer, he wondered what on Earth had happened to put his son into such an agreeable mood.

Frank grinned to himself as he threw off his jacket and flopped onto his bed, nibbling on his lip ring as he thought back to Gerard and was thrilled to realise he could still remember every last detail about his gorgeous face. Sometimes it was difficult to picture people in his mind vividly, but when he closed his eyes he could see Gerard as clearly as if he was holding a photograph, and Frank was not about to let that image go.

There was something about that man... something Frank was not entirely sure was right. The way he looked was... strange. Yet Frank couldn’t pinpoint what was strange about him. Other than being heartbreakingly beautiful of course. Though Frank supposed after looking at old and ugly people all the time was enough to make anyone with a smile like Gerard’s appear amazing. And that was an understatement.

Frank bit his lip as he wondered what it would feel like to run his hands over Gerard’s ivory skin. To trace the contours of his torso and back with his fingertips, to cup his fingers round those slender hips and pull their crotches together. He wondered if Gerard was a good kisser... anyone that gorgeous was bound to be. Lots of practice right? And his lips, though thin, were the most perfect shape. That man honestly had the looks all male models would kill to have. He had to be an angel. It was the only conclusion Frank could come to.

Though... it probably wasn’t appropriate to think dirty thoughts about an angel... that didn’t stop Frank from rubbing at his semi through his jeans anyway. It had been ages since anyone had been worth thinking dirty thoughts about, and porn was so incredibly cliché it was boring the mind out of Frank.

He watched it anyway though. He was a young guy filled with raging hormones after all.

But Franks computer stayed turned off as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes, his hand rubbing at himself through the black denim as he began to swell and grow against his palm. He imagined his hand was Gerard’s, and that there was a pair of warm lips pressed against his own.

He unbuckled his pink belt and opened his jeans, finding that Gerard’s voice was also crystal clear in his memory and he pretended he was right here with him, drawling obscenities into his ear as his hand pulled his erection free and began to pump at it rapidly.

Frank gave a soft, breathy sigh as he thought of Gerard and worked his fist up and down his length. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning and kept the pace high, not wanting to savour it. He just wanted to get off. And damn Gerard was pretty good stuff to be thinking about, and Frank switched from fantasy to fantasy with Gerard as the star role for each.

He was only too aware of how little he knew about the man. In fact, other than his name, he knew practically nothing about him. But that only made it more delicious. Frank could imagine Gerard doing anything he wanted, saying anything he wanted, and he could pretend that it was all things Gerard really would do because so far, Frank just didn’t know enough about him to assume any different.

He gasped softly as he swiped his thumb across the head of his erection and smeared pre cum down his length, imagining Gerard kissing and sucking at his neck. He could almost hear the soft growls he would give when Frank would push him to his back and ride him like it was the last night on earth. He wanted to feel that man all over, be felt all over, and he twisted his free hand into the sheets as he bucked his hips up.

“Mm...” Frank bit his lip ring and tugged at the metal as he worked his hand faster and faster, tightening his grip and swallowing down every moan and whimper he was dying to release. Oh God... He could imagine what Gerard could do to him so vividly... imagine being pushed to his hands and knees and taken roughly from behind. He could imagine being tied to the bed, pushed up a wall, cornered in the shower... any sexual fantasy he had ever entertained came swarming back to his mind with Gerard flitting from scene to scene.

“O – Oh God...” Frank breathed, biting his lip so hard he almost drew blood as he gasped and jerked his hips, spilling over his hand as he came with a groan deep in his throat, trying to keep as quiet as he could although he could hear the TV downstairs even up in his room.

He rubbed at his erection to milk his orgasm and released a shuddering breath, panting quietly and closing his eyes tight as he quivered a little before letting his hands fall to his sides and just taking a moment to stop his head from spinning. Damn... that had been good. He gave a breathy chuckle and sighed. You know times are desperate when you jack off over a complete stranger, but... It kinda had a sort of charm to it...

Gerard was thinking the exact same thing as he stared at the young man through his bedroom window, sitting in the tree that grew in Frank’s front yard. He had followed Frank home like any good old fashioned stalker, too intrigued by the guy to just forget about him for the evening. And now he was sincerely glad he had.

He hadn’t expected to have become a voyeur, but he wasn’t complaining. Frank looked even more gorgeous now, lying on his bed with his jeans open and softened cock still out of the denim. His shirt had ridden up a little, showing an expanse of olive skin that Gerard ached to get his mouth on. He wanted to kiss and lick and bite at every each of that man and he always got what he wanted.

Part of him wanted to jump out of the tree and go straight into that room right now, to pull Frank into his arms and kiss him deeply for hours on end. He was pretty certain there’d be no complaints either. You didn’t have to be a genius to know who Frank had been imagining that whole time and Gerard felt a little smug about it. One ten minute meeting and already he was causing a hell of a lot of sexual tension. That was impressive, even for him.

But Gerard didn’t go into the room. It wasn’t all to do with his amazing will power either. In fact... will power was nothing to do with it. Gerard had followed Frank home it was true, but he knew the rules. At this particular moment he could look... but not touch.

Gerard was not your usual guy. And not just because he followed good looking guys home and watched them from trees. Gerard was different. He was the epitome of everything that was Salem.

Gerard hadn’t exactly been the most normal guy even when he had been... alive...

He had been born and raised in the Province of New Jersey sometime in the 17th century, at a time when English rule had just been established. There were some issues with the Europeans wanting their control back but Gerard didn’t remember anything about that. In fact, he remembered very little about that time. He knew he had come to Salem when he was twenty six, the reason why though he had forgotten by now. He was sure it was nothing important. He was just an American man, seeking new horizons, and Salem was an interesting place.

A weird place.

Gerard knew he hadn’t been considered exactly sane back then. He thought of it now as him being one of those “before their time” cases. He wasn’t weird; at least he didn’t think so. He was simply a man, who liked other men. Of course, in those days it had been a dark and terrible secret, and Gerard had never been truly happy. How could he tell his family what he was? A perversion of nature...

It made Gerard laugh, thinking back on it now. If he had thought he was a perversion of nature then, it was a good thing he hadn’t known what he was going to become.

Gerard had not come to Salem in those days planning a long stay. He was pretty certain he had been travelling, or looking for something. But it was in Salem that he had met Darius.

Darius had been a deliriously beautiful man, and Gerard had been young and naive. And so very, very captivated by him...

He had had long golden hair that fell in delicate waves down his back. Sometimes he would tie it with a black ribbon at the nape of his neck, but mostly he just let it fall free. His eyes had been a cold, sapphire blue that swirled with deep purple whenever he was angry. He had a fiery temper, but Gerard had loved it. When Darius got mad he was at his most passionate. His skin had been pale and smooth, his nails longer than most men’s, and though he had been slim he had been strong. Gerard used to love his arms... they were so strong, the way they would hold him, restrain him, cradle him... Darius had been a man of raw emotions.

Gerard supposed, thinking back, that he had loved him.

Gerard couldn’t remember when he and Darius had met. It hadn’t been a life changing moment, nothing out of a fairy tale. All he could remember now was that over some time they had grown to know each other well, and Gerard had stayed in Salem purely to see him.

He could remember their first kiss fairly well. It had been in the manor Gerard lived in even now, they had been talking over glasses of wine, and Gerard had been quite drunk. He thought Darius had been too, but now of course he knew better. People like Darius couldn’t get drunk...

The kiss had been soft at first, delicate... two men testing dangerous waters. Those had been the times when two men simply didn’t kiss like that and Gerard could still remember the way his heart had beat frantically against his ribs, getting faster and faster as the kiss got deeper and deeper. Thinking back now, he couldn’t believe how long Darius had managed to ignore it.

That night Gerard had had sex with a man for the first time, and when he had been lying against Darius’s chest in the afterglow, he had pressed a small kiss over the place where there should have been a heartbeat.

Gerard wasn’t sure now if he ever noticed the lack of that reassuring thud, but he had definitely been given no time to think about it because that had been the moment Darius had decided to strike.

Being drained of your blood is an interesting experience, and not at all unpleasant. Gerard had been sleepy and content already and he had hardly noticed when Darius sank teeth into his neck and gorged himself on the salty sweet liquid that flowed from the wound. Gerard vaguely remembered wrapping his arms around Darius and giving a quiet mewl of delight, his body thrumming with pleasure as he was slowly killed.

Death by vampire can be slow or fast, but it is always subtle. Gerard was certain he had never noticed that he had been dying, too tired, too happy... he remembered closing his eyes, and falling asleep it seemed. But when he had woken up he had not been the same.

Vampires are not made by accident. You either go in with the intention of changing someone or they stay human, so Gerard knew that Darius had fully intended to turn him. It hadn’t even been a “change or die” situation, since it is not an easy task to completely drain a body of blood. No matter how thirsty you are, you will never need a full body of blood to satiate you. Gerard knew that himself too well.

But even now, after all these centuries, he still didn’t know why Darius had changed him. They had stayed together for a week or so after that night, and everything had been almost perfect. Gerard never complained or questioned about what he had become. It was almost as if he had always known what Darius was. What he would do. But he had never expected for Darius to die.

It had been a beautiful night when Darius killed himself. Gerard recalled that there had been stars. So many stars... all lighting up the sky and making it twinkle. The moon had been a crescent moon, but it had been bright and silver and Darius had sat watching it with Gerard for a while as they chatted.

After that, they went hunting together, and then shared a good night kiss before Gerard went to sleep. Being a ‘new born’ he was often tired after feeding, and Darius had held him in his arms as he slept. But when Gerard awoke Darius had gone, leaving a long letter apologising to Gerard. Saying it had simply been his time. He was an old vampire, and he had grown weary of life. He assured him he had not been sad, that he had loved every day with Gerard, and that all of his possessions were now his. He explained that he would not tell Gerard how he planned to kill himself, for fear that Gerard might try to do the same. Then he had signed his name and sealed it with wax.

Gerard jolted out of the memory with a shake of his head, sighing softly as his eyes flicked back to Franks window to find that he had zipped his jeans back up and then fallen asleep, fully clothed, on top of the duvet.

Gerard gave a soft smirk and dropped out of the tree as graceful as a cat. He straightened up and strolled casually across the yard and into the street, walking down the middle of the road as a soft breeze lifted strands of his black hair.

He decided he liked Frank. He liked Frank a lot. He was young, gorgeous, and apparently very much a hot blooded male. Gerard had been spending too many years allowing himself to become bored with his existence. He had come to Salem those centuries ago for a short visit, and though he left, he always kept coming back.

He supposed a part of him would always belong here. He had been to New Jersey plenty of times in his long life, but he had never belonged there. He belonged here. That’s why he had put so much effort into fanning the flames with all that superstitious crap. It was easy to scare people here, and with tales of horsemen and witches, a couple of people killed by curses or having their heads cut off were enough to keep curious humans from wandering into his woods.

Frank however... he was different. Gerard supposed the fact it had been a good two – three hundred years since he last killed someone under the guise of some mythical creature might be something to do with Frank’s lack of fear, but then... Frank was still the only person who came into the woods.

Gerard was glad he did though, for it appeared he had just found the perfect human to keep as a pet.

>X<

Frank yawned widely and rubbed at his eyes as he gave a long stretch, groaning as the tension in his muscles increased before gradually relaxing. He flopped back into his mattress and huffed softly, still rubbing his eyes as he forced himself awake.

He had waked once or twice in the night, both times after dreaming about Gerard and it had taken him a while to get back to sleep afterwards. He wondered if Gerard had meant it when he had said he would make sure they met again... he hoped he had, because Frank was already planning to go to the woods for the whole day.

He smirked softly to himself as he remembered some of the details of the dreams he had had and slowly sat up with a small grunt. He slumped his body over his knees as he took a moment to wake up fully, looking at the window as he saw that he hadn’t drawn the curtains last night and the sun was struggling to fill his room through a gap in the grey clouds in the sky. The weather looked dismal, but Frank was too happy to care.

He slid out of bed and dropped his clothes on the way to the bathroom attached to his room. He couldn’t believe he had fallen asleep in his clothes last night, he usually stayed up until ridiculously late, but he had fallen asleep almost instantly after getting home. He didn’t overly mind though, since he was feeling pretty refreshed for it and he was feeling oddly optimistic about the day to come.

He knew there was no guarantee that he was going to see Gerard again today, but part of him was sort of convinced that he was. And if he did, he was determined to get to know all about him today. Jacking off over strangers was all well and good but it wasn’t something Frank wanted to make a habit out of, and Gerard seemed like the kind of guy Frank could spend time with.

A lot of time with.

Naked.

If Frank got his way.

Frank giggled softly as he stepped into the shower and quickly washed his hair and body, using his favourite cherry and milk shower gel with a honey shampoo. He supposed it was the camp part of him that loved having fancy toiletries, but hell, people weren’t exactly going to complain if he smelt good. And if he did see Gerard today, he wanted to be on the charm offensive, and everyone knows that smelling good is step one of seduction.

Well, Frank liked to think so anyway. There’s nothing better than burying your face into some sweet smelling hair or resting your cheek in the crook of someone’s neck and breathing in a delicious scent off their skin. It was those little details that are seriously underrated but oh so important.

After showering Frank grabbed some breakfast and then brushed his teeth before changing into a pair of tight blue jeans and an Iron maiden tee that was getting a bit small for him. It hugged his chest more than it was supposed to, and when he lifted his arms it exposed his midriff, but Frank liked to think of it as a casual sexy look and he swiped on some eyeliner before heading out of the house.

Outside the air was cool and the ground littered with red and gold leaves as autumn sunk in. Frank loved autumn; it was his favourite time of year and not just because of Halloween. He loved being able to crunch through leaves as he walked along his little forest path. Liked being able to wear his favourite jackets but not be too cold.

Today he opted for a leather jacket and left it open to show his top, slipping on a pair of shades and making his way to the woods. He knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up; after all, Gerard probably wasn’t going to be there. It’s not like they arranged to meet or anything, and Frank would only get bored after an hour of waiting. But he went anyway, that optimism inside him just urging his feet to move... and he was not disappointed.

Frank had only just sat down against his usual tree in the clearing when Gerard appeared. Frank had just finished lighting a cigarette and it dangled between his lips as he looked up and felt his stomach lurch. There he was... that gorgeous angel.

“Hey.” Frank beamed, pushing himself to his feet and brushing the dirt of the backs of his legs. He took hold of his cigarette and blew the smoke into the air, Gerard smirking at him and walking over. He was wearing black jeans again today, but this time with a long sleeved white shirt and black waist coat over the top. His hair was sexily dishevelled and his eyes outlined in black just like Franks.

Gerard wasn’t surprised that Frank was here. He had been expecting as much and he was glad that he was right. He had been looking forward to seeing the young man again and couldn’t wait to get all the stupid human formalities out of the way. Things like getting to know each other. Gerard was a little interested to hear all about Frank, but he could find anything he wanted to know out himself. Still. It was important to keep face for a while first.

“Hello Frank. You’re here early.” He said conversationally, reaching a hand out to take the cigarette from between Franks lips and take a drag himself, smirking at the way Franks eyes widened.

“Oh well, I err... just came for a walk.” Frank said casually as he felt his heart skip a beat and his body kick into ‘fuck me’ mode. He loved sharing cigarettes, he always had done. And the way Gerard, this guy he barely knew, just casually reached out and took the cancer stick... just placed it between his own lips as if he went around taking peoples cigarettes all the time... Damn. It wasn’t sexy but it was sure as hell doing it for Frank.

“What a coincidence, same here.” Gerard drawled, his tone suggesting that wasn’t what he had been doing at all. And that he knew full well Frank hadn’t been either. Frank blushed a little but gave a soft smirk back, their eyes meeting.

Frank wasn’t sure if he saw lust in those hazel orbs or not but he really hoped he did. He knew Gerard could probably see it in his eyes, and Frank wasnt ashamed to let it show. He wasn’t here for friendship. Not entirely anyway. He was in dire need of another man’s touch and Gerard was looking like a pretty fucking good guy for the job.

“Really? Well, lucky me.” Frank smirked in response and Gerard chuckled, handing the cigarette back and Frank quickly took a drag to calm himself a little.

“Lucky you?” Gerard asked with a chuckle, reaching forward and brushing Frank’s hair off his face, leaning close to him with a smirk. “No. Lucky me...” He purred and Frank felt a delicious shiver trickle down his spine. “I’m not doing anything today Frank... so I think maybe we should get a coffee together. What do you say?” He asked casually as he leaned back and waited patiently for Frank to compose himself.

“Coffee... err... yeah! Yeah definitely.” He grinned a little too enthusiastically and Gerard chuckled, angling his body towards the little woodland path that only Frank had ever traipsed down.

“Shall we then?” He asked with a smile so charming it should be illegal. Frank nodded and crushed his cigarette against the trunk of a tree before following Gerard out of the wood like an eager puppy bounding after its owner.