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Gerard pulled off his shirt and threw it into the corner as he wandered into his bedroom, passing his tongue along the crease of his lips before sucking his lower lip into his mouth and humming thoughtfully to himself. He ruffled his fingers through his hair and made his way to his bathroom as he wiped a spot of blood off his collar bone.

Being around Frank was turning out to be a real testament of his self control, and he kinda liked it. He liked that torturing feeling he got in his stomach and in his veins when he kissed Franks neck and became almost overwhelmed by the scent of his blood. He liked the way his muscles would tense and shake whenever he got almost unbearably close to piercing the skin and then denied himself. It was a sweet torture that would end up driving him crazy if he didn’t give into the temptation soon.

After walking Frank to the edge of the woods Gerard had snatched up every animal he could find on his way back to the manor and had drained every single one of its blood. He hadn’t been incredibly hungry, but his teeth were on edge, just dying to sink into some flesh. His tongue had been quivering with the need to feel that hot liquid wash across his taste buds, and he didn’t have the patience to travel to a different town just to get some human blood.

Animal blood could keep him alive, but every drop he tasted just made him want Frank’s blood even more. Animal blood is somewhat slimier than human blood, with a more earthy taste than the copper tang Gerard really wanted. Though he wasn’t about to complain, the waiting would make it all the more sweeter when he finally got what he wanted.

As Gerard stepped out of his clothes and flicked on the shower he smirked to himself at the thought of grabbing Frank’s hair and sinking his teeth into that beautiful neck. The very idea made his skin shiver with want.

It wasn’t even that Frank’s blood smelt better than any other humans. In fact, human blood smells and tastes pretty much the same, unless some external factor is influencing it – alcohol for example. But it was just the fact it was Frank that made it seem more delicious. The satisfaction of feeding on humans doesn’t just come from the blood alone, it’s the whole situation. And Gerard had always loved being able to dominate people and take what he wanted without them being able to do a thing about it.

Gerard smirked as he stepped into the shower and gave a soft sigh as the hot water pattered over his body. His mind whirred with thoughts of Frank as he ran his hands through his hair, waiting until the black locks were soaking wet and then grabbing some shampoo. These human habits always made Gerard feel better, and with Frank consuming every free space in his mind he was feeling more alive than he had in a very long time.

He had already realised that when Frank came by tomorrow he would have had to have made a very important decision. Gerard knew what he wanted and he knew he was not going to rest until he got it, but the question was, how long was he prepared to wait for it?

If he chose to toy with Frank for a while, then would he be able to take the strain? He supposed if he went out and fed on some humans just before Frank arrived then he’d be just fine. If you’re not hungry then you’re not hungry. You could be looking at the most appetising meal in the world but when your full that’s it, no matter how delicious something is your body just won’t want it.

So in theory, Gerard knew it was perfectly possible, and not at all a bad idea, to keep Frankie stringing along and getting his fun in other ways before he went for that one thing he wanted most.

But... stringing Frank along could also be a very bad idea... He was not so stupid that he couldn’t see the more he met Frank the more the young man would want to know about him. It was the rules of human companionship, in order to make relationships work – even just friendship – the people involved had to learn about each other. Gerard had already learnt a great deal about Frank, but Frank would also want to know about him. And what would be the point in lying if the truth was only going to come out in the end anyway? But Gerard couldn’t just come out and say it to him.

”So, I guess I should just be honest. I’m a vampire. Surprise!

Not only would Frank probably not believe him, Gerard found it insanely irritating when he heard about vampires telling people what they were. He saw it as cowardly, and call him old fashioned, but he liked to do it the classic way. After all, where was the fun in telling someone and then spending hours trying to convince them? Why be so considerate, when you could be selfish...

“Oh Frankie...” Gerard chuckled, smirking as he stepped out of the shower and swiped his hand across the fogged glass of the mirror hanging above the sink. “You will be in for a treat...” He grinned, resting his hand on the wall and staring at the clear line his hand had left, water droplets running down the glass that held no reflection.

>X<

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“Mmph...” Frank frowned and mewled a little in his sleep, burying his face into his pillow and shoving his hands over his ears. He scowled deeper when another, louder tap at his window caused him to jolt a little and break out of his light sleep, his eyes flickering open and his body tensing for a second.

With a yawn he turned his head to the side to stare at his window, but he had drawn the curtains and couldn’t see anything outside. He waited until he heard another tap and growled, shoving his duvet down the end of the bed and padding over to his window.

Another tap sounded as he grasped the curtains, and through his irritation he felt a sort of hope as he yanked the fabric apart and shoved the window open. He poked his head out into the night air and looked around for the source of the noise, half hoping that maybe it was Gerard... but his irritation soon came back in one swift wave when he saw Bob standing on his front lawn, another stone poised in his raised fist, ready to be thrown at the window.

“Bob! What the hell are you doing?” Frank hissed loudly, Bob giving a sheepish grin and dropping his arsenal.

“I came to see you. Can you come down?” He called quietly, Frank looking up and then down the street to see it was deadly quiet, the streetlamps glowing but all of the other houses were dark and shut up for the night.

“What time is it?” He asked softly, careful not to wake his father and Bob shrugged, checking his watch before calling back,

“Half twelve.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!? No I am not coming down you psycho bitch, I’m sleeping.” Frank snarled, going to slam his window shut but Bob squeaked and rush forward.

“Frankie, wait! I only wanna speak to ya’. I’ve been ringing you all day but you never answered... I was worried. I thought that guy you were with might have...” Bob trailed off, biting his lip and Frank hesitated before leaning back out the window again, frowning curiously.

“You mean Gerard?” He whispered and Bob shrugged, raising his hands and giving an expression that said ‘how the hell am I meant to know?’.

“The guy from the cafe.” He whispered back and Frank glared a little.

“His name is Gerard – and he’s a friend of mine.” He said pointedly, Bob giving Frank a pleading look and rubbing his hands a little from the cold.

“Well... if you come down here then we can talk properly about it. I wanna know who he is.” He half whined and Frank groaned, rolling his eyes but agreeing anyway before shutting his window. As much as he disliked being woken from his sleep, he wasn’t about to complain over the chance to gush over Gerard.

Walking across his room Frank grabbed a pair of jeans and yanked them on before slipping out onto the silent landing and creeping down the stairs as quietly as he could. He winced when a step creaked under foot, but after pausing to listen for his dad he deemed himself safe and continued down into the hall.

After slipping on his jacket, he unlocked the door and stepped out into the chill night air, Bob sat on the edge of the pavement waiting for him. Frank slowly shut the door behind him so that it didn’t bang, and then gave a strange run on his tiptoes over to Bob before plonking his ass down beside him.

“Okay, what’s the deal?” He asked softly, Bob glancing at him with a small smirk.

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” He teased and Frank gave a sleepy grin, shrugging his shoulders as he picked at a thread on his jeans.

“Eh, maybe. What do you want to know Bobbert?” He asked innocently and Bob quirked an eyebrow at him, all seriousness back.

“I wanna know who this Gerard dude is. He’s not from around here, I can tell. And he just seemed to show up out of nowhere. You didn’t tell me you were meeting anyone.” He said in an accusing tone and Frank bit his lip.

“Well, we only just met. Like... a couple of days ago. In the woods.” He explained as casually as he could, frowning when Bob raised his eyebrows so high they nearly disappeared off his face all together.

“In the woods? You mean you met this guy in the creepiest part of the whole town?” He snapped. He had never liked Frank’s habit of going to the woods every day. Bob, like everyone else in the town, was seriously afraid of the place despite Franks insistence that all the fairy tales were just that – fairy tales.

“It’s not creepy Bob.” Frank scoffed, rolling his eyes. “And what does it matter where we met? For your information, he’s actually lived here for years. He just has a house in the woods themselves so he doesn’t come into the town a lot.” He shrugged, but Bob only looked even more worried.

“He lives in the woods? No one knows about that... are you sure he wasn’t lying? If he really does live there then he’d still have to come into the town to buy food and stuff, and I’ve never seen him.” He said a little grumpily and Frank scowled, folding his arms across his chest and shivering a little as a cool wind blew.

“He wasn’t lying Bob. I went to his house today – and maybe he goes to a different town for his food. I don’t see why it matters a –”

“Hold up! You went to his house!?” Bob snapped, cutting across Frank and making the shorter mans scowl deepen.

“Yeah...”

“But you just said you only met him a couple of days ago!” Bob squeaked, Frank tutting and rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, so what? Just come out with whatever your trying to say Bob, cos’ this twenty questions bullshit is really irritating.” He snapped, making Bob blush and look at Frank in slight surprise. Frank was rarely in a bad mood, and Bob got the feeling it was because he was being defensive over this Gerard guy, and he didn’t like it.

“Fine. In the cafe today... I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He admitted with a sigh, Frank staring at him in surprise for a moment before tipping his head to the side, genuinely confused.

“How he was... looking at me?” He repeated, dumfounded and Bob blushed, turning to meet his eyes.

“Yeah... he was staring at you like... like you were a piece of food or something. It was really intense. I don’t know... like he was planning something. And whatever it is it isn’t good.” He whispered, almost whimpered and Frank bit his lip, staring at Bob for a moment and nearly laughing before he realised... Bob was being serious.

“Err... wow Bob... It didn’t look like he was giving me any strange looks from where I was sitting.” He said softly, quirking an eyebrow and Bob sighed.

“Obviously. You were just giving him goo-goo eyes the whole time. You probably wouldn’t even notice if he killed someone right in front of you.” He snapped and Frank gave a hollow, annoyed laugh.

“Right! Cos’ I’m that blind? And I was not giving him goo-goo eyes!” He snapped back, folding his arms in a huff and Bob sighed, softly resting a hand on Franks shoulder.

“Hey, don’t get pissy okay. I don’t mean to pry it was just a... a shock, to see this weird stranger with you today that’s all. I’m used to you just telling me everything...” He sighed and Frank gave a small scoff, Bob frowning. “I’m sorry okay? Who is this guy anyway, I mean... what is he to you?” He breathed and Frank glanced at him, blushing.

“Nothing. I mean... well... we’re just friends.” He shrugged, trying not to look guilty as Bob stared at him.

“You don’t sound so sure about that Frankie.” He pointed out and Frank gave a nervous giggle.

“Well... he did kiss me...” He mumbled, knowing the last person he should tell was Bob, since he clearly had a problem though Frank couldn’t see why. He didn’t even know Gerard. But even so, the urge to tell him was just too strong to ignore. He wanted to tell everybody!

The most gorgeous man kissed me today!

Well... he’d kissed his neck at least.

“He kissed you!?” Bob gasped and Frank gave a sheepish grin.

“Well... yeah...”

“But Frank! You hardly even know him!” Bob practically squealed and Frank rolled his eyes, getting to his feet as he decided it was too late, and too cold to be sat outside getting a lecture about who he chose to spend his time with.

“I know him well enough.” He retorted, hugging his jacket tighter around himself as Bob got to his feet too, giving Frank pleading eyes. “I don’t see why you care so much anyway Bob.”

“What!? I care because you’re my best friend Frank. And this guy seemed really weird. I don’t like him.” Bob whimpered and Frank decided he’d had just about enough.

“You don’t even know him Bob! Ya’ know what? I think... I think you’re jealous!” Frank knew that was absurd. Even if Bob wasn’t already the straightest guy Frank knew, he was also the most placid. He just wasn’t the type who got jealous. But he did have a big heart and there had been plenty of times when he’d been a little overprotective over Frank, not having many other friends since he was such a gamer geek – but Frank had never really snapped at him for it before.

“Jealous?” Bob repeated, stunned, his eyes wide and hurt. “Frankie – that’s not it at all.” He insisted but Frank didn’t want to listen. He just wanted to go back to bed and sleep. He felt hurt and a little betrayed that Bob had come along and popped his little bubble of happiness. Gerard had suddenly become the most exciting thing in his life (admittedly, it wasn’t like there was anything exciting for him to compete with) and Bob was trying to ruin that.

“Whatever. Good night Bob.” Frank snapped pointedly, waiting a moment before scoffing and marching back into his house when Bob made no move to leave. Well fine thought Frank moodily, he can stand there all night for all I care.

Bob watched Frank walk back into the house and bowed his head with a whimper, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets as he turned and began to walk away.

Frank was his best friend and they had never really argued before. He supposed Frank could just be in a bad mood cos’ Bob had woke him up or whatever, but even so it was unlike him to get so defensive. Especially when it was over a guy he had only known for a couple of days.

Bob knew that Frank was gay, and that he’d been really cut up when his last boyfriend left, but that didn’t give him an excuse to just throw himself at the first good looking guy who wandered into town. Bob was convinced that this Gerard bloke didn’t really live there, even if Frank had been to his house. He was pretty certain someone would have mentioned it if a man really did live in the woods.

But then again... no one ever went into the woods. No one except Frank... Bob sighed and shook his head, making his way back down the street and glancing back over his shoulder every few seconds as if he expected Frank to come running back out to apologise. But Frank stayed out of sight and Bob walked home with a heavy heart, tears stinging at his eyes as he forced them back, refusing to let them fall.

>X<

Franks heart was pounding as he sat down on Gerard’s bed and watched as the older man knelt to light a fire in the stunning, open fireplace that took up the whole of one wall.

Frank had met Gerard in the usual clearing that morning and talked endlessly, almost rambled, the whole way to the manor house.

When Frank had walked to the clearing he had worried a little that he had been wrong, that he had somehow misheard or taken the wrong meaning when Gerard had asked him to come over again that day. After all, they had only met twice before, and he didn’t want to seem... stalkerish? Maybe Gerard had only asked him to come over to be polite, but Frank had taken him too literally and by trying to find the manor again he would only be intruding.

But Gerard had been waiting for him when he had reached the clearing, wearing a pair of jeans so tight they could be painted on and leaving very little to the imagination, and his ecstatic grin had erased all doubts in Franks mind about Gerard not wanting him here. Apparently, this stunning man was as into him as Frank was.

When they had reached the manor they had sat in the living room and talked for a while, Gerard once again mostly listening, his hazel eyes never leaving Franks face, a soft smirk never leaving his pale pink lips. Frank had found it very difficult not to get distracted, but it was especially hard as he kept wondering if Gerard would kiss him like he did yesterday. Or maybe on the mouth this time...

God. Frank would love to get his lips all over that man that was for sure.

As morning shifted to afternoon Gerard had invited Frank for a walk round the garden and, stunned, Frank had followed him out the backdoor to find that the clearing had been transformed into a beautiful little garden behind the house, the trees forming a sort of border.

There were crumbling statues that looked as old as the hills dotted between rose bushes and daisies, and a number of other flowers that Franks limited knowledge of plants merely knew as “pretty”. He had never considered that Gerard would have a garden, and for almost a whole hour he had been thoroughly distracted from thinking about sex.

Back in the bedroom though his one track mind had resumed its usual pace, and his hormones were waking up as Gerard finished lighting the fire and came to sit beside him on the bed.

Frank wasn’t entirely sure how they had transitioned from garden to bedroom so effortlessly, but he wasnt about to complain. He was sure Gerard had suggested it anyway, and if he wanted to pick up where they had left off the day before then Frank was more than happy to do so.

“How many tattoos do you have Frankie?” Gerard asked casually as he lay on his side and propped his head up on his hand, Frank blushing and biting his lip with a shrug. Seeing Gerard stretched across the bed like that was just way too tempting to be allowed. Frank had last had sex some few years ago, and he was feeling pretty deprived.

“Erm... I’m not sure... I’ve lost count.” Frank answered, giggling and Gerard smirked, passing his tongue over his bottom lip and smirking wider when he saw Frank’s eyes following the movement.

“Well... can I see them all?” He asked innocently and Frank nodded, pulling off his shirt as if in a daze. He dropped the fabric to the floor and sat up as Gerard’s hazel eyes scanned every inch of his exposed skin.

Frank felt as if Gerard’s eyes could see right through him and his skin tingled under the x-ray stare, though he didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable, just a little tense from the anticipation of where this could lead.

Gerard smiled softly and sat up to get a proper look at the younger man, his artists eyes scanning over every picture inked into the olive skin. Frank’s tattoos were gorgeous, and Gerard eagerly moved round to look at the jack o’ lantern on Franks back, tracing the ‘keep the faith’ inked above it with his fingertip.

Frank shivered a little under Gerard’s touch and bit his lip, his eyes closing of their own accord and he sucked a little on the silver ring threaded through his lower lip. He didn’t know what it was about Gerard’s touch, it was almost electric and he felt little sparks trailing over his skin where Gerard’s fingers led, a pair of soft, warm lips touching to the tail of his scorpion on his neck.

“Oh...” He breathed softly, tipping his head back and to the side, resting on Gerard’s shoulder as he was shifted to sit in the older man’s lap, those amazing lips trailing kisses down the side of his neck and to his throat.

Gerard’s fingertips moved a steady path down Franks sides and over his stomach, wandering lower to trace the ‘and’ tattooed across Frank’s midriff, Franks body responding eagerly to the simple touch so very close to where he wanted it most.

Gerard’s lips stayed innocent on his skin, kissing tenderly but doing no more than that as he breathed warmly over Franks skin, the younger mans Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped, his eyes closed in silent pleasure when Gerard dipped his hand lower and dared to brush it with the tiniest amount of pressure across Frank’s groin.

Frank felt his whole body shiver and his legs spread out of instinct. He relaxed against Gerard’s chest and gave a quiet mewl that begged for more, his hips bucking up when that pale hand closed around his clothed package and squeezed softly.

“Oh... G – Gerard...” He whimpered, receiving a soft ‘shh’ in response, Gerard smirking over the pulsing vein in his neck. His lips could easily feel the blood pumping beneath the skin and his teeth ached to sink into the soft flesh and taste the copper sweetness waiting for him, Franks quiet mewling only making him want it more.

“Would you like me to kiss you, Frankie?” Gerard purred softly and Frank swore his heart stopped beating for a moment, his head nodding frantically as Gerard began massaging him through his jeans, causing the blood to flow down south and he whined as his jeans began to tighten.

Gerard smirked softly, his ears full of the sound of Franks gushing blood and he pressed two fingers to the younger mans jaw, turning his face round so that he could capture his lips in his without a moment’s hesitation, Frank giving a quiet gasp into his mouth.

Frank’s hands moved up to tangle deeply into Gerard’s black hair, massaging against his scalp as his legs spread even more, his body begging for more as he worked his lips shyly but hungrily against Gerard’s.

His heart was beating a frantic rhythm inside his chest as his lips burnt with the amazing feeling of being pressed to those of the most gorgeous man in the whole of Salem. He could hardly believe this was happening, that he could be this lucky, but he knew he wasn’t dreaming. Nothing had ever felt more real, as if his senses had been heightened by Gerard’s hungry kissing.

Gerard smirked softly and his skilled fingers made quick work of Frank’s button and zipper on his jeans, his tongue pushing into Frank’s mouth as his hand thrust into his jeans, seeking out his erection and pulling it free of the fabric.

Frank moaned deep in his throat as the warm air on his erection felt like a stab of pleasure straight up his spine, Gerard’s tongue in his mouth dominant and demanding, exploring his teeth and tongue and lips as if he had never tasted anything sweeter, and Frank – in his half dazed state – could hardly keep up.

Gerard had forgotten how fun kissing could be and he lost himself in Franks silky soft lips for a long moment, kissing him deeply and passionately as his hand curled around Franks throbbing erection and began to pump him in a steady rhythm, Franks hips pushing up every time Gerard’s hand swept down his length.

Frank felt as if his whole body was on fire and he moaned into Gerard’s mouth as his nails scratched gently over the older man’s scalp, finding that Gerard seemed to like it as he only kissed him with more heat, his hand tightening around his cock and pumping faster, making Frank’s body feel like one big pressure cannon. His abdominal muscles were clenching already, but Gerard really knew his stuff.

He withdrew his tongue from Frank’s mouth and kissed him without for a moment, though it was no less passionate. His hand twisted with each upward stroke on Frank’s erection, the vein throbbing against his palm and the scent of blood was strong in the air. He swept his thumb over the head of Franks cock, gathering pre-cum and smearing it down his length.

When he moved his lips away from Frank’s the younger man barely seemed to notice, his head dropping back as he panted softly, his hips bucking almost desperately as he moaned softly. His moans were utterly delicious and Gerard quickly moved his lips down his body, seeking one of the rosy pink nipples that had become a hard nub and sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Frank gasped, his hands gripping tightly at Gerard’s hair as his stomach clenched tight for a moment, his chest shoving up to Gerard’s mouth as he whined in pure ecstasy.

Gerard smirked softly around the nipple he was now teasing with his tongue, rolling the nub between his teeth before licking the pain away and then moving across to give the second nipple the same treatment, his hand never relenting on its ministrations.

Frank wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to hold on much longer, this was too much too soon, he hadn’t been expecting this, it was happening so fast, he hadn’t had time to prepare himself. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself by coming across like some virgin teenager or something, cumming after hardly three minutes but it all felt so terribly good.

“G – Gerard... I... I mm... s – Slow down...” He choked, Gerard chuckling softly as he trailed soft kisses down the centre of Frank’s chest and over his stomach.

“Don’t worry Frankie. I only wanna make you feel good...” He purred, knowing full well how close Frank was, he could hear it in the beating of his racing heart and the blood pulsing through his hard member, the head of which was leaking tiny strings of cum that shone in the light from the fire.

Frank tried to protest, wanting this to last longer, wanting more time to enjoy it, but at the same time his body was desperately seeking climax, his hips bucking and his muscles quivering as he felt surge after surge of pleasure washing over his whole form.

Gerard moved lower, his hand stroking up and down, up and down, his tongue darting out to flick over the head and gather up the cum there. Frank gave a strange little squeak and his body jolted, his cock twitching in Gerard’s hand, but Gerard didn’t replace his hand with his mouth which Frank so badly wanted, and had half expected. Instead he continued down, before he finally fastened his lips on Frank’s inner thigh and sucked softly at the flesh.

Frank whimpered and groaned, his hands tugging at the black locks they were still fisted around and he threw his head back, panting harshly as he gave into the sensations all over him and felt his orgasm building with increasing speed.

Gerard smiled to himself and moaned a little around the flesh in his mouth, his hand moving faster as he felt Frank’s erection throbbing continuously, getting more obvious until finally it jerked and Frank cried out in pleasure, spilling his release over Gerard’s fingers and his own stomach.

“Ooooh! Oh... Oh fuck!” He gasped, his hips bucking up and his back arching, Gerard’s lips parting a little and he bared his teeth, his fangs lengthening just a tiny bit as Frank squeezed his eyes shut. He was totally oblivious to the flash of hunger that crossed Gerard’s eyes, a violent tingle dripping down his spine as he sucked the flesh of Frank’s thigh back into his mouth and sank his teeth eagerly into the soft skin, Frank’s cum still spurting over his fingers.

So, this came about sooner than I thought. I was gonna drag it out but this chapter took me long enough and... I was just in one of those 'I want to get to the good bit' moods. Too soon? R&R, let me know. You're all amazing ^^