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Frank was still giving quiet mewls of delight as his head lolled from side to side, biting on his lip ring as his muscles quivered. He was pretty certain he had never felt so good before and there was a strange but pleasant tugging in his veins and on his heart that was making him just melt in the mattress.

Gerard still had his face nuzzled into Frank’s thigh; his teeth sank deep into the flesh as he sucked softly and felt hot blood gushing over his tongue and filling his mouth before running like hot wine down his throat. He was suckling on the wound he had created as he wrapped his arms around Frank’s leg and dragged it closer to his greedy mouth, his breath coming out heavy as he gorged himself on the coppery blood.

Frank had no idea what Gerard was doing; all he knew was that he felt warm all over and remarkably content. But something was nagging him... As happy as he felt, he did wish Gerard would crawl back up his body and kiss him. He was desperate to feel those soft lips on his again.

“Mm... Gerard...” Frank sighed, his eye lids fluttering open as he weaved his fingertips idly through Gerard’s black hair. “Gee...”

Gerard could feel his dead heart begin to beat as he swallowed the blood, Frank purring beneath him and practically spurring him on. The feeling of the warm liquid washing across his taste buds and through his empty veins just so good, and he closed his eyes as pressed closer to Frank and sucked the substance from the punctures he had made with his fangs.

It was times like these when Gerard realised why being a vampire wasn’t all bad, nothing in life had given him such a high as blood did now. No amount of sex or drugs could make his dead heart beat so fast, make his every bone sing like this, and he drank greedily until he felt quite sated.

Frank sighed and tugged a little at Gerard’s hair, trying to make him come up for a kiss. When the older man didn’t respond Frank whined and opened his eyes fully to see what could be so interesting to keep him -

“Oh m – my... WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Frank screamed, realising that this gorgeous, seductive creature was fucking eating him. “GET OFF ME YOU FREAK!” He cried, kicking Gerard away who was already moving back, wiping his lips with a soft smirk.

Gerard chuckled a little as Frank flew off the bed, running naked across the room and backing against the far corner, huddling his arms around himself as he stared at Gerard with wide, terrified eyes. “What... What the fuck man!?” He squeaked, his heart thudding erratically as he felt a weird throbbing in his thigh. He moved his legs apart and glanced down, a dry sob escaping his throat as he saw the two tiny wounds, still weeping a little blood though they seemed to be healing before his very eyes. Gerard had... had bit him.

“What’s the matter Frankie? I didn’t hurt you...” Gerard purred, licking the taste of blood off his lips and smirking. His skin had regained some colour, and his body was warmer to the touch. His heart felt strange as it beat in his chest, it was something he hadn’t got used to even after all this time.

“Didn’t... Didn’t hurt... You fucking BIT me!” Frank squealed, his voice taking on a manic pitch as he gestured to his thigh. “You sick fuck. What were you trying to fucking do!?” He yelped, tears in his eyes as he felt crushing disappointment hit him. He had thought this man was perfect... thought he was too good to be true. It was typical that he had been right about that.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Gerard asked innocently, getting to his feet and strutting over to the terrified man. “I was just getting a little... drink...” He drawled and Franks eyes widened even more, his eyebrows raising as he tried to figure out if this was all just a sick joke.

“What, of my blood?” He gasped, squeaking and rushing to the other side of the room as Gerard approached him. “What are you!? Some sick vampire cult weirdo or something!?” He demanded, trying to hide the fear in his voice though it was only too obvious.

“I don’t consider myself a weirdo... And I’m certainly not in a cult...” Gerard smiled sweetly, turning to follow Frank to the second corner as casually as if he did this every day. His hazel eyes were brighter than usual, and they sparkled with new life as Frank whimpered, backing further into the corner and realising there was no way he was going to be able to escape easily.

“Then why did you bite me!?” He snarled, squeezing his eyes shut in fear as Gerard reached him and gently cupped his face in one hand.

“A man’s gotta feed Frankie.” He purred and Frank groaned, trying to shove him away but it was no use; Gerard was so much stronger than him. And oh God... so much more beautiful.

Frank risked a peek and instantly regretted it. He had never realised how inhuman Gerard looked until tiny human qualities had returned and he gasped softly. He just wasn’t normal, he wasn’t... he wasn’t human. And he was so, so enticing... Frank wasn’t sure whether he was afraid of him, or just afraid that he still wanted him.

“W – What do you mean..?” Frank whimpered, turning his face away and closing his eyes again as Gerard nuzzled his lips over Frank’s neck and pressed soft butterfly kisses to the skin. “Please... L – Let me go... I promise I won’t tell anyone.” He whimpered, wishing that he had listened to Bob... Bob had known there was something wrong with Gerard... Bob would never have got into this mess.

“I think you know what I mean Frankie. You just don’t want to believe it.” Gerard purred against Frank’s neck, listening to the younger man’s heart race with fear as he felt Gerard’s lips, strangely warm, pressing over his skin.

“W – What... You trying to tell me you’re a vampire or something?” Frank demanded with a scornful laugh, pushing at Gerard’s chest to throw him off but once again he didn’t so much as budge. “Listen you freak, just cos you bit me doesn’t make you a vampire.” He snapped, using every ounce of courage he owned to stop his voice from shaking. “Now let me go!”

“Oh I don’t think so.” Gerard growled, snatching Frank’s wrists in his hand and yanking them away from his chest before pinning them against the wall above Frank’s head. “So you don’t believe I’m a vampire? Then why are you so afraid?” He drawled, making Frank wince as he fought to break out of Gerard’s grip, but his strength was almost inhuman compared to Franks.

“I’m not afraid!” Frank insisted, though it was clearly a lie. His heart was thudding erratically and he felt incredibly vulnerable whilst naked in Gerard’s unrelenting grip.

Gerard gave a soft laugh at Frank’s defiant glare and gripped his wrists a little tighter, smirking at him. “But I can hear your heart beat Frankie... I can hear your blood. You’re terrified.” He breathed, grinning widely as Frank stared at him in horror.

Gerard had to admit, he was enjoying himself. It had been a while since he really scared a person, and with Frank it was so much sweeter because the boy was just so attractive. Despite feeling full of blood, Gerard was still finding it mouth watering to listen to Frank’s blood roaring through his veins as it was pushed by his frantically beating heart.

“Y – Yeah well... well you would be too if you were trapped with a fucking mad man!” Frank cried desperately in response to Gerard’s words. He knew he could be lying about being able to hear his heart and his blood, but whether he was a vampire or not, he was clearly not safe and Frank was desperate to escape.

“I’m not mad Frankie.” Gerard said calmly, sweetly as he stroked his hand not holding Frank’s wrists through his hair. “I assure you, I’m quite sane.” He smirked, his eyes sparkling as if he was sharing a private joke and Frank snarled as he tried to break free of his hold.

“Well sorry, but while you’re trying to convince me you’re a vampire, I find that hard to believe.” He snapped and Gerard chuckled, kissing the side of his neck again and delighting in the way Frank tensed.

“Oh Frankie, you’ve got it all wrong.” He purred, flicking his tongue up the pulsing vein. “I don’t need to convince you of anything. You’ll know I’m telling the truth soon enough, and I hate trying to prove to people that I am what I say I am. It’s awfully demeaning you know, when you have to perform like a circus freak to make people believe you.” He drawled, stroking the backs of his knuckles across Franks jaw. “But it doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not, your blood will taste the same either way.”

“FUCK YOU!” Frank screamed in a burst of panic, his heart missing a beat as those words sunk in. He honestly believed that Gerard didn’t give a damn whether Frank thought he was a vampire, or just a lunatic. He was going to kill him either way and Frank could practically see his time running out. “Let me go! LET ME GO! Please.” He sobbed, bowing as his head as he began to cry. How could it be that this man who had seemed so perfect could be so wrong?

Gerard watched with calm eyes as Frank weakened and slumped a little in his grip, crying softly as he trembled. Gerard knew that he may have felt some sympathy for him some time ago, but centuries of living makes you harsher, and though Gerard didn’t consider himself heartless, he wasn’t exactly compassionate.

“Please... please let me go... I won’t tell a soul. I swear I’ll never tell anybody. Please... Please just let me live, I’m too young to die.” Frank whimpered, begging without shame as he grew certain that any minute now Gerard was going to sink his teeth into his neck and drain him of every drop of crimson blood in his veins.

“There’s no such thing as being too young to die.” Gerard said softly as he smirked at Frank. He felt that perhaps the young man was being a little over dramatic, letting his fear run away with him. He had only made a little bite in his thigh and already he was assuming it was the beginning of the end. Little did he know that Gerard had taken all the blood he needed for the next week and then some. “But even so, I am not going to kill you Frankie.” He added softly, his voice light and honest.

Frank paused his pleading for a moment to slowly lift his eyes to meet Gerard’s, his lips parting in hopeful surprise. “You... you’re not? But... but you said... my blood...” He mumbled, frowning in confusion as tears continued to drip down his cheeks.

“I know what I said.” Gerard said coolly, stroking his thumb across Frank’s cheek and giving a soft smirk. “And believe me, I intend to enjoy your blood time and time again. But I never said you were going to die, Frankie.”

“But... but I thought... Vampires kill people... they...” Frank paused, blushing deeply as he bit his lip. He couldn’t believe he had almost entertained the idea of Gerard actually being a real vampire. He wouldn’t think like that, he wouldn’t be made afraid just because Gerard thought he could convince people he was a member of the un-dead. Frank may live in a town full of superstitions and ancient beliefs, but he made a point not to be like that.

“Some do. But not by drinking blood.” Gerard replied in response to Frank’s words, ignoring his blushing cheeks and smirking softly. “I mean really Frank, there are ten pints of blood in the average human body, a vampire needs only two at most to last him for a couple of weeks. Even if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t be able to do it by drinking from you.” He said casually, chuckling as if this was common knowledge.

Frank pouted a little, feeling almost as if Gerard was patronising him and he didn’t appreciate it. The last thing he wanted was to be made fun of by a vampire wannabe who had him pinned naked to a wall.

Wait... Pinned...

Naked.

To a wall.

Frank gave a soft sigh and then felt his cheeks flame with colour. His eyes widened as he looked at Gerard in fear. Fear that Gerard was aware how badly Frank still wanted him... Despite the fact that this man had drank some of his blood, despite the fact he was telling him he was a fucking vampire, Frank still found him almost unnaturally attractive and the temptation to just fuck him senseless was still very much alive.

“Well well well, what’s the matter Frankie? Haven’t I left you satisfied?” Gerard smirked, practically reading Frank’s mind as he slid his free hand down Frank’s stomach and over his soft member. Frank’s body jolted as he snarled and tried to shrink away, shaking his head frantically.

“Don’t touch me!” He gasped, trying once more to yank his wrists free but it was no use. He snarled and growled, tugging with all his strength as his naked body twisted and arched, Gerard’s hungry eyes taking in every detail of his rippling muscles and stretching olive skin.

“You’re crazy!” Frank snapped, refusing to give in and Gerard chuckled, moving his lips to Frank’s collar bone and biting down hard before the young man could expect it.

Frank gave a loud yelp and Gerard let go of his wrists, causing him to fall heavily to the floor and curl up into a shaking ball. Gerard stared down at him and watched as Frank gingerly sat up, pressing two fingers to his collar bone and whimpering as he looked at the blood smudged across them.

Gerard passed the point of his tongue across his lower lip to gather the blood that laid there, Frank staring up at him with frightened eyes. He had thought that Gerard was a good man, a kind man, and yet he was turning out to be the complete opposite.

“What do you want from me?” Frank whimpered, Gerard dropping to his knees beside him and gathering his trembling body into his strong arms. Frank tried to struggle but soon his limbs had been captured in the older man’s embrace and he sighed, giving up as he slumped in his hold and closed his eyes.

“I don’t want anything unreasonable.” Gerard said softly, smiling as he held the warm bundle of flesh that was Frank and kissed over his silky brown hair. “I intend to make an exchange with you, if you will.” He said softly and Frank looked up at him with nervous, suspicious eyes.

“An exchange?” He repeated and Gerard gave a soft nod, smiling almost warmly at the younger boy. Gerard didn’t know what it was that had so drawn him to Frank. If he had wanted to make a deal with a human he could have done so at any time, and there were plenty of good looking humans out there. Better looking ones than Frank. But there was something about the young punk that just enticed him.

“That’s right.” He said softly, stroking a fingertip tenderly beneath Frank’s lower lip. “I think we’ve got off on the wrong foot here Frankie... I didn’t mean to frighten you. And I don’t want, or plan, to hurt you.” He said softly, Frank giving him a disbelieving look though he listened intently. “I... propose... that we both have something the other wants, and that we can make a deal that will suit us both.”

“Really?” Frank scoffed, frowning as he shifted in Gerard’s lap. “So let me guess, I let you feed from me in exchange for... what? You don’t have anything I want Gerard.” He said coldly but Gerard only smirked, leaning temptingly close as he brushed a hand through Frank’s hair.

“Oh but I do Frankie.” He purred, his lips almost brushing over Franks. “Because I know that you want me. You want my body, you want my affection... you want to be able to walk round town with me and tell people I’m your boyfriend. You want to be able to come back here at night and have me drive you wild in the light of the fire.” He drawled, his lips ever so lightly pressing against Franks and he moved a hand to squeeze the younger boy’s pert ass, making Frank give a soft squeak.

“I... I... No. That’s not true.” He whimpered, though he supposed Gerard had already heard the way his heart skipped a beat. And he probably sure as hell felt the way his cock twitched at his words. He was fucking sex deprived, and Gerard was like the ultimate forbidden pleasure. Of course he wanted him.

“Oh but it is.” Gerard chuckled softly, stealing tiny, tempting kisses from Frank’s warm lips. “I know it is...”

“No.” Frank insisted, though his voice came out weak and almost pleading. He shuddered and slowly moved his hands up to curl around Gerard’s neck, dragging him closer to kiss him with more passion. “I... I mmm... I don’t want you to pretend to have feelings for me just so you can get at my veins.” He mewled and Gerard sighed.

“Oh Frankie... if that were true I would have had a human for that job already.” He whispered, enjoying Frank’s soft, hungry kisses much more than he thought he would. “Mm... I want to be your boyfriend Frankie. I want all the things you want, but I also want your blood.” He whispered and Frank gave a quiet gasp.

Frank pulled back from Gerard’s lips and stared at him in surprise. He knew Gerard could be lying but he sounded so honest. Could it be that he really did want Frank too?

Gerard met Frank’s gaze and steadily held it, giving a soft smile he had perfected throughout his long life. He could tell that Frank wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not, but Gerard was too much of a good liar for the doubts to last long, and then Frank flung his arms around Gerard’s neck and kissed him deeply.

“Oh my God! So... So that’s it? I... I’m your boyfriend?” He breathed and Gerard chuckled, kissing him tenderly for a moment.

“Well... I’d like that Frankie, but it all depends on whether you agree to let me feed on you...” He reminded him and Frank gave a soft ‘oh’, biting his lip with a worried glance at Gerard.

“I... I don’t know...” He said softly and Gerard smiled, taking Frank’s hands in his and lacing their fingers.

“Don’t be nervous Frankie. I’ll only need to feed every week or two. And I’ve already explained I can’t take so much blood to hurt you... Just think... you can see me every day... I’ll give you anything you want... and all you have to do is let me take just a couple of pints a blood every now and then...” He purred seductively, Frank’s eyes fluttering closed as he considered it.

He knew he should just say no. Get up and leave while he still had a chance. He still didn’t fully believe that Gerard was a vampire. But he had to admit other than the whole vampire story, everything about Gerard seemed to be normal...

He knew it was pure madness to agree to this. He should just find a normal boyfriend... a real one... who didn’t stay with him just because he wanted to leech off his blood every few weeks. He knew he shouldn’t allow himself to be tempted by the promise of sex with one of the most gorgeous men he had ever seen. Shouldn’t let himself be swayed by the thought of getting to show off to everyone in the town that this was his boyfriend....

But lust and pride were too much for Frank to resist, and though he knew it was crazy he made up his mind and gave a slow, steady nod.

>X<

“Where the hell have you been!?”

Frank groaned softly as he heard his father’s angry voice and quietly kicked off his shoes, scowling as his old man came storming out of the living room and into the hallway. It sounded like he was in another one of those moods and Frank just didn’t have the energy to deal with it tonight.

Frank and his father had a good relationship for the most part. But it had seen better days. When Frank came out as gay that was the first time he had had a real argument with his old man, but ever since he got the tattoo they had argued a lot more than usual. Frank put it down to the drink... though Frank Senior wasn’t an alcoholic as such, he still got pretty grumpy when he hadn’t got his customary beer, or had drank a little too many of them.

“WELL!?” Papa Iero demanded when Frank made no sign of replying, instead simply unzipping his jacket and hanging it up.

“I was out.” He replied softly, slowly turning to face his dad whose eyes had the tell tale red tint to them. “You’re drunk again.” He snapped, throwing his house keys onto the kitchen counter as he pushed past his father and put the coffee machine on, more out of habit than the actual desire for a drink.

“Don’t you talk to me in that tone!” His father snapped back, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the doorframe as he watched his son going through his usual daily motions. “I asked you a fucking question, now you answer it properly.” He snarled and Frank slammed his mug down on the counter, spinning to face his father and folding his arms across his chest.

“I already did!” He said angrily, meeting his father’s slightly blurred gaze and holding it steady. He knew arguing back wasn’t a good idea, but Gerard had left him a cocktail of emotions to sort through and his patience was stretched to breaking.

“Just tell me where the fuck you were! WHY is that so DIFFICULT!” Frank’s dad shouted and Frank winced, turning to and shoving his mug back in the cupboard when the coffee machine ‘pinged’ to show it was done. He didn’t want a coffee anymore and he strolled angrily past his father who grabbed him by the shirt.

“Get your hands off me!” Frank snarled, a sense of déjà vu hitting him and for a moment he felt as if he was staring into the face of Gerard and not his guardian. “I’m twenty years old. I don’t need to tell you where I am or who I’m with. Why do you get so mad at me!?” He snapped, his heart aching. He missed the good times he used to have with his dad.

“I just... wanted to know...” His father whispered softly, his face crumpling and Frank realised with a jolt that he had actually hit a chord. His lips parted softly and he felt guilt him, his teeth clamping down on his lip ring as he sighed.

“I was in the woods... with a... a friend.” He whispered and his father scoffed, releasing his shirt and storming past to go into the living room. Frank sighed and rolled his eyes as his father gave his usual lecture on how the woods weren’t safe. It was the same thing Frank had heard for years and so he simply left the kitchen to go upstairs whilst his dad was too drunk to notice.

“Oh and Frankie –“ His father called, poking his head out of the living room door, apparently unphased by the fact that his son was already half way up the staircase. “Bob dropped by earlier, he said to call him.”

“Sure, I will.” Frank replied flatly, continuing up the stairs as he scowled. Sure he’d call Bob... One day. But right now calling Bob was the last thing he wanted to do. Especially when the blonde had been so annoyingly right about Gerard.

Gerard.... God, what was Frank gonna do about him?

Frank sighed and yanked off his shirt before flopping onto his bed as he chewed on the loop of metal in his lip. He couldn’t believe he had agreed to become that psycho’s meal ticket. He probably wasn’t even a real vampire. In fact, Frank knew he wasn’t. Because vampires didn’t exist.

After Frank had apparently signed his soul to that freak Gerard had been as amazing and loving as usual. They had shared deep, probing kisses curled up in the bed though Gerard made no move to do anything more. Frank hated to admit it but he had been a little disappointed, hoping for some kinda reward for submitting to the ‘proposal’. After all, he felt like he deserved something for agreeing to let a psychotic man drink his blood twice a month.

Frank groaned and ran a hand through his hair, his mind spinning as he wondered for the millionth time why he had actually agreed to it. He should have just said no and took whatever chance he was given to get out of there. Or now that he had agreed he should just keep as much as a distance between him and the vampire wannabe as humanly possible. But he already knew that despite all common sense he would keep going back to Gerard. It was like a magnetic force almost, something Frank realised now had always been there but had become so much more apparent once Gerard had drank his blood. Frank felt as if he belonged to him now.

Frank sat up as if he had been electrocuted and shook his head frantically. To think like that was absurd. Gerard was not a vampire, or a magnet, or whatever else Frank’s twisted mind might try and convince him of. All Gerard was, was an unfairly attractive man who had some sort of obsession with the un-dead and liked to go around biting guys. That was all.

“And that’s that.” Frank said decisively, nodding his head and hoping that by saying it out loud might force him to believe it.

Forcing himself to stop thinking about Gerard, Frank slid out of bed and made his way across his room to his bathroom. He compiled a ‘to do’ list in his head to try and keep his thoughts away from that mysterious, seductive weirdo and decided the first thing to do was shower.

Frank flicked on the water and stared in the mirror as he waited for it to heat. He stared at his torso reflected in the glass above the sink and ran a hand down the side of his neck, almost expecting to see a bite mark there, after all, he hadn’t really felt the one on his thigh so maybe Gerard had got him secretly. But to his relief his neck was clear.

Actually... his entire torso was mark free.

Frank gripped the edge of the sink and gasped, leaning forward and tilting his head back and to the side as he raised a hand and ran his fingertips gently across his collar bone. Gerard had bit him in the room, right there on his collar bone just before he dropped him to the floor. Frank could remember it. He could remember the way his teeth had dug into his flesh. Remembered the blood that had shone wetly on his fingers when he touched the wound. But... There was no wound to be seen.

Frank stared long and hard into the mirror, refusing to believe it before trying to look down at his collar bone, but no matter how much he pulled at his skin to try and get it down into his line of view no mark came into view. Not a single blemish.

His heart beginning to hammer, Frank yanked his jeans off and lifted his foot to rest on the edge of the bathtub. Bending a little Frank stared at his thigh but just like his collar bone there was not a single sign that there had ever been a cut there. Frank even checked his other thigh, although he was sure that had been the untouched one, and found both were flawless.

“But...” Frank shook his head, dazed. He had been bitten, he had. He knew he had, and they hadn’t even been shallow. No cut, no matter how small, bled like that and then healed within a few hours. It wasn’t possible.

Frank put his foot back on the floor and frowned, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of it. What was it that Gerard had said to him?

You’ll know I’m telling you the truth soon enough.

Is this what he had meant? That Frank could choose not to believe he was a vampire if he wanted, but that it would leave a lot of things left to be explained. One of which, it now turned out, was the way he could wound someone and then have that completely human person heal perfectly before the day was out.

Frank felt his heart miss a beat and he almost collapsed onto the tiled floor as a wave of sickness washed over him.

Gerard wasn’t a vampire. He wasn’t. He... He couldn’t be.


R&R? xo