FicWad

Frank was awake that morning when the sun began to rise. He lay on his back, his aching eyes wide open as he stared blankly at the ceiling, watching the darkness of the room grow lighter. The inky black turning a deep blue, which blended into dark and then light grey, and then the sky outside began to be streaked with pink and Frank knew it was dawn.

When had he last laid awake all night like this? Frank was sure he never had before. Sometimes it felt like he had been up all night, but now that he thought about it he was pretty certain he had never gone to bed in darkness and then watched the light changing as night ate into day. But then he had never been faced with a situation quite like the one that had befallen him before.

Of all the things that had happened in those past few days, Frank had only concluded two certain things. One - Gerard was insanely seductive, so sexy he was practically lust in human form, so damn drool worthy that Frank wasn’t sure he would ever want anyone quite like he wanted him. Even if he didn’t have such good looks, his seductive charm alone would be enough to get Frank – and probably anyone else for that matter between his sheets.

Two – Frank had, somehow, ended up agreeing to be some strange sort of... boyfriend? Meal ticket? Pet? Even though technically he had agreed to a proposal that made him Gerard’s boyfriend, Frank felt pretty sure he was in fact more of a pet. Just a silly little boy who had agreed to exchange blood for sex. And that was... Bad?

Frank groaned and rubbed his palms roughly over his eyes, grimacing to himself. As much as he knew that it was stupid to have ever agreed to Gerard’s proposal in the first place, he still kinda liked it. And the more he had stayed awake and thought about it, the more appealing the whole thing became. He wanted to think it was just sleep deprivation, but he wasnt so sure about that.
He also wasn’t so sure what to think about the whole vampire thing. He wanted to just push it to the back of his mind and not think on it, but as much as he didn’t want to admit it, it was kind of important. He could have dismissed it before as just insane ramblings of a madman...

A really sexy madman...

But that was before he had found that the bite wounds had completely disappeared within a matter of hours. Frank had even resorted to digging out an old magnifying glass he had used in a science project when he was still at school and using it to try and find any evidence that the wounds had been there. But there was nothing. The skin was as smooth and flawless as it had ever been, and that left Frank with two options.

He could either assume that this meant Gerard was indeed a vampire, or some other kind of supernatural being who could make someone heal at an inhuman rate. Or he himself, Frank, had lost his mind and had only imagined the bites.

Frank had considered the latter option for a full hour, wondering if it was possible that Gerard was a hypnotist and had made him believe the wounds were there when in fact they weren’t. But then wouldn’t it just be easier for Gerard to hypnotise him into believing he was a vampire. Or easier still to just hypnotise him into agreeing to be his little sex slave without any vampirism thrown in at all. Assuming the vampire thing wasn’t a fetish or something.

Or maybe Frank had dreamt it. Fallen asleep after an amazing orgasm and dreamt the entire thing. But then how would he know where the dream ended and reality began? If it was a dream, then Gerard wouldn’t have known, and that would mean Frank was still dreaming now unless Gerard was a mind reader and just playing alone.

So that was hypnotism and dreaming out. So what about just good old fashioned insanity? Frank was well aware there were hundreds, thousands maybe, of mental illnesses. So maybe imagining bites was one. Maybe he had simply lost touch with reality and none of this at all was real. Psychotic, Frank believed that was called. He could be a psychopath. In fact, maybe he was in a mental home right now and his whole life as he knew it was just his imagination... But of course thinking like that just wasn’t healthy, and Frank figured it was safe to assume he was pretty in touch with reality... other than the vampire thing...

So out went mental illness.

After an hour of musing over these points Frank had finally decided the more likely option (weird as that was) was that Gerard had been honest. He was a vampire. Not a mad raving lunatic. Not a wannabe freak. But a genuine member of the un-dead. The real deal. The kind so real they could wound you and have you healed in the same day... But to accept Gerard as being a real vampire was to fly in the face of everything Frank had thought he knew.

“Mmph...” Frank turned over onto his front and face planted his pillow with a groan of frustration, his hands working into his hair and gripping tightly to the dark locks. His head was pounding with the effort to try and make sense of everything, the whole ordeal not helped by the fact that all his body gave a shit about was Gerard’s body and why in the hell it wasn’t currently pressed against his.

Frank closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep before the morning completely took hold, but after about ten minutes he decided it was just no use. Despite how tired he was his mind was still in a spin, and he had gone so past the point of exhaustion that his body seemed to have just resigned itself to staying awake. So even before the morning light fully took hold Frank had crawled out of bed and sleepily made his way out of his room.

The house was almost eerily quiet as Frank crept on tiptoes down the stairs in the watery grey light filtering through the window from the front door. He knew his dad wouldn’t be up for a few hours yet, and that was just fine by him. He knew what he needed most was a big cup of coffee; an extra hot shower and perhaps a slap round the face to kick start him back into “normality”.

When Frank flicked on the coffee machine the noise of the water boiling seemed almost deafeningly loud in the silence, and yet it served as a comfort to the short man as he slipped onto a chair and laid his head in his hands.

The issue with Gerard felt as if it was working out of his system now, confusion and denial and frustration all leaking out and being replaced with a “don’t give a fuck” attitude and the biggest desire to sleep Frank had ever felt. It was just typical that the second he decided to get up he realised he probably could get to sleep if he tried. Still... since he was awake, he figured he may as well make the day as productive as possible.

With this new incentive in mind, Frank guzzled down his coffee without the usual milk and sugar he took it with, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue long after he had eaten a pop tart practically whole, before racing back up the stairs still on tippy toes so as not to wake his father.

When Frank reached his room he peered out of his window for a moment, staring at the sky. It was early morning now rather than the ass crack of dawn. The sky was a light blue, and there was a big gap in the white clouds leaving plenty of sunshine to light up the town. It was what Frank considered an optimistic sky, the kind that made getting up bearable and the day seem just a little better. It seemed to give the young man strength as he peered at it, and staring up into the heavens he decided he would text Bob.

>X<

Bob bit his lip as he waited for Frank at the park they used to go to all the time as kids. Bob had wanted to meet in the coffee shop, but Frank had insisted they should come here since it was sunny and Bob hadn’t wanted to complain when he had been so certain Frank wouldn’t contact him at all.

The text had come weirdly early considering Frank’s habit of sleeping in, but Bob had been so relieved. It had simply asked him if he wanted to meet up, but it was better than being told to never speak to him again or something and he had readily agreed. Which brought him to the park. Bob liked the park just as much as he had always loved it, but the problem with being twenty was that parents wouldn’t believe a “I just like the park” excuse if they thought he was looking at their kids.

Still, at least with it being so early not even the kids were here yet.

Frank didn’t keep Bob waiting long, and within ten minutes he was strolling across the multicoloured rubber tarmac to join his friend on one of the swings. Bob didn’t say anything as he saw Frank approaching, but he did offer a shy smile and felt some of his tension disappear when Frank returned it.

“Hey Bobbert.” Frank beamed, his childish grin seeming to light up the awkward atmosphere with no trouble and Bob couldn’t help but smile widely back.

“Hey...” He mumbled, a little uncertain though he kept his smile firmly in place. Frank chuckled and dropped down onto the swing beside Bobs, kicking against the ground immediately and swinging back and forth though he kept it low so he could speak to Bob easily.

“I heard you called yesterday; sorry I didn’t ring back I was out.” He said casually, Bob nodding and brushing it away with his hand. He hadn’t expected Frank to call him back, and any disappointment he might have felt had disappeared the second he received the text that morning. Frank was his best friend, he hated arguing with him. The thought of losing him just made his heart ache.

“That’s okay... I... I guessed you were with that Gerard guy.” He said softly, trying to sound as casual as Frank though his eyes betrayed his true feelings. He didn’t like Gerard. So he didn’t know him...but Bob wasn’t a bad guy. He would give anyone a chance, in fact, it was difficult for anyone to really upset the blonde, but Gerard was different... the second he saw him Bob had known there was something wrong with him. He looked like a nice guy, handsome... happy... he carried with him a strangely seductive aura and Bob wasn’t immune to it. But he just seemed... wrong. Horribly wrong. Bob imagined he was like the neighbour everyone adored, but then one day it turned out he was a child murderer.

“Yeah I was.” Frank’s simple answer brought Bob out of his thoughts with a snap and he winced slightly. Frank had stopped swinging and was just carefully watching his friend, his teeth clamped on his lip ring. “I think... well, I know... Well...” Frank thought over everything that had been said between he and Gerard the day before, deciding that since he had been stupid enough to agree to that damn proposal, he may as well get all he could out of it. “The thing is Bob, he’s my boyfriend.”

Bob felt as if he had just been slapped around the face and his eyes narrowed as his cheeks blazed red. Frank was watching him with a calm expression, his hands curled loosely around the chains of the swing and Bob had the strange urge to hang himself off them.

“Your boyfriend? Since when?” He croaked, his chest icy with dread. He had wanted Frank to get a boyfriend almost as much as Frank did, knowing how lonely the guy was – not to mention sexually frustrated. Being as close as they were Bob had often had to suffer the “I really need a fuck, like now” conversation many times, and had been pretty much desperate for Frank to get a guy already. But Bob would endure endless “Frankie’s sex life or lack thereof” chats if it meant he wouldn’t be with Gerard.

“Since yesterday.” Frank replied, looking away from Bob for a moment as his cheeks tinged a light pink and a weird fluttering took over him. Was that... butterflies in his belly? Was that tingling of his skin supposed to happen? He felt all smitten all of a sudden, and he just wanted to say it again and again and again.

He’s my boyfriend.

He’s my boyfriend.

Gerard is my boyfriend].

“Yesterday.” Bob repeated, sounding a little dazed and he bowed his head, his teeth clenched as he let it sink in. He didn’t want to get or angry or over react or anything, especially now he knew how angry Frank got about it. He didn’t want to argue with him again, and he knew that technically he had nothing to be upset about. For all he knew Gerard could be the most genuinely nice person in the world.

“Yeah, yesterday.” Frank nodded, looking at the blonde again and trying to judge his reaction as he gazed at his face. “He asked me if I wanted to be, and I said yes.” He said softly, just to try and keep any awkward silences back. He supposed in a way he had been asked... he could have refused [/technically, God only knows what Gerard would have done if he had though.

“I... see.” Bob mumbled, slowly turning to look at Frank and trying to offer a smile. “You don’t think it’s a little quick?” He asked quietly. He knew that people got together much faster than that, but many also took months to make it anything official. Though he guessed just because Frank and Gerard were boyfriends didn’t mean it was anything official.

“Nope.” Frank replied simply, shrugging it off. “I like him, he likes me, why wait?” He said casually. He was a little surprised by how comfortable he was all of a sudden about his new relationship, though of course Bob didn’t even know the half of it. But right now Frank felt almost as if it was as simple as he made it out to be.

“Aren’t you happy for me Bob?” He asked innocently, turning on his puppy dog eyes. The cute look never failed to work and instantly Bob’s face softened, his lower lip getting sucked between his teeth as he bowed his head and gave a defeated sigh.

“I... You know what I think about that guy. But...” Bob paused, forcing down the sick feeling in his gut and summoning his strength to choke out the words. “But if you’re happy... I’m happy.”

A more obvious lie had never been spoken but Frank accepted it with a polite smile, and Bob pretended to mean it as best he could. He felt certain that this was not going to end well, that this Gerard guy was going to end up hurting Frank and it wouldn’t be something as natural as heart break either. But what could he do? He couldn’t start another argument when he had no proof that this guy was bad news. He only hoped that if he wasn’t as nice as he tried to appear to be, then as soon as Frank had worked out his sexual frustration he would cut and run.

“Thanks Bob.” Frank smiled after a short pause, Bob still gazing at the ground beneath his feet. “I mean it... I know you don’t like him, but I’m glad we’re not letting it come between us.” Frank added with a warm smile, laying a hand on Bob’s arm and making the blonde boy relax a little.
Bob felt the urge to tell Frank to “speak for himself” but swallowed it back. He wasn’t so sure that Gerard wasn’t/ going to come between them, but Frank’s words made him feel better regardless. They were best friends, and they shouldn’t let things like this ruin that. If Frank was prepared to carry on as if nothing had changed then Bob decided he could pretend too. For the good of their friendship.

“When are you seeing him next?” He asked softly after a moment, turning his face to look at the shorter man who shrugged with a slightly guilty smile, making Bob scowl.

“Well... We haven’t arranged anything, but I think I’ll go see him today.” Frank mumbled, picking at a thread on his jeans to avoid Bob’s gaze.

He didn’t know [/why he was going to see Gerard; after all, he was supposed to be terrified. Or at least sensible enough to stay away. But despite everything he was eager to see the strange man. His boyfriend. So he liked to believe he was a vampire and he wanted to drink Frank’s blood... the deal said that Frank had another two weeks before he had to become Mr. Way’s own personal blood donor, and in the mean time Frank was determined to make Gerard keep up his end of the bargain.

“Oh...” Bob sighed, biting his lip and looking away again. It was nothing he hadn’t expected, but that didn’t stop it from being irritating. He supposed Frank and Gerard would be practically joined at the hip from now on. “Will I ever get to meet him?” He asked softly once he trusted his voice not to shake and he blushed when he felt Frank staring at him.

Frank considered the question for a moment, biting on his lip ring. He knew Bob didn’t like Gerard, and Gerard would probably pick up on that the second they met. Frank couldn’t imagine the meeting being anything other than tense, but at the same time he did want to show Gerard off... and where better to start than with his own best friend?

“Of course you will, I’m not gonna hide out with him all the time or something.” He laughed after just a small moment’s hesitation and Bob looked at him, giving a small, timid smile. “I’d love for you to meet him... Maybe if you guys talked properly you’d feel differently about him.” Frank beamed, though both he and Bob seriously doubted that. Bob nodded anyway though, for the purpose of saving face.

“Maybe...” He consented, looking at Frank for a long moment and losing himself in the chocolate brown eyes he knew so well. Frank was so much more than a friend to him, he was practically family. Bob considered him as more of a younger brother than a friend, and so he did sometimes get a little protective, and as he stared at him now he vowed in his mind that if Gerard was to hurt Frank... Hurt him in any way at all...

Then he would kill him.

>X<

“Well, this is a surprise.” Gerard smirked when he opened the door to reveal the very person he had been thinking about just moments before.

“Don’t patronise me.”

Frank had a leaf stuck in his hair from his run through the forest, his cheeks and neck still a little red and his heart racing from his eagerness to reach the manor. Gerard had been wondering how long it would take before he arrived. The fact he had managed to keep away until afternoon was actually impressive, and he chuckled to himself as Frank shoved past him and into the entrance hall.

“You knew I’d come.” Frank said matter–of–factly, his tone coming out a little more accusatory than he had intended but he didn’t care. Gerard shrugged with a smirk as he watched Frank bending down to remove his shoes, his pert butt sticking into the air. “And stop looking at my ass.” Frank added making the older man laugh loudly.

Frank felt his stomach warm a little at the sound of Gerard’s soft laughter, but he tried to ignore it as he unknotted the laces of his converse and laid them down beside the door. He was a little angry at himself for giving into his unexplainable desire and rushing to Gerard’s house as if it was some sort of sanctuary from a post apocalyptic world. And the smug grin on his gorgeous face just made Frank even moodier.

“Right.” He snapped as he straightened up and turned to face said smugly grinning fool. “We need to talk.” He said as firmly as he could, knowing that trying to overpower a man who believed himself to be a vampire was just not going to work, but if Gerard was any kind of gentleman (and boyfriend) then he would humour Frank if only for a little while.

“If you say so.” Gerard said politely, giving a casual shrug though his hazel eyes sparkled with amusement and Frank snarled, storming through the house to the living room when Gerard indicated that was the best place to speak.

As Frank sank down onto the couch he tried not to think about when they had watched the movie that had ended in the most electrifying kiss of his life, a task not made easy by how Gerard sat down beside him, so close their knees were touching.

“Do you have any consideration for personal space?” Frank demanded, giving the older man a glare though his eyes held no conviction and it was already obvious that he was melting inside.

“Not really.” Gerard beamed, flashing a toothy grin as he laid a hand on Frank’s cheek and let his thumb drift across his cheek bone, Frank wishing his heart would stop skipping beats like that. If Gerard really could hear it then it would only encourage him, and Frank was trying to be as discouraging as possible.

“So... what did you want to talk about darling?” Gerard purred and Frank’s lips parted, his heart missing about ten beats as his stomach gave a cheery little tingle at the pet name, though he quickly recomposed and fixed his scowl back in place.

“Darling?” He questioned, quirking an eyebrow and hoping he looked unimpressed. He supposed he probably looked ridiculous, but Gerard only smiled sweetly and humoured him like he had hoped.

“Yes. If you’re my boyfriend now then I should call you darling, shouldn’t I? Or am I being old fashioned? Would you prefer sweetheart?... Honey?... Sugar?... Babe?” He drawled, getting closer and closer with each little name, and Frank’s heart beat a little faster, his skin got a little hotter, his stomach got a little tighter...

“I would prefer,” He breathed, shaking his head to clear it of any betraying thoughts as he planted is hands firmly on Gerard’s chest and pushed him back, “you to let me speak.” He concluded, Gerard sitting back just far enough to let Frank breathe his own air, his lips still curled up in a mischievous grin.

“Ah of course. You wanted to speak about something?” He asked innocently, Frank huffing to himself and folding his arms across his chest, his closed body language giving his desire away. As much as he was trying to keep Gerard back it was only too obvious how badly he wanted to draw him in.

“You’re a vampire.” Frank said abruptly, Gerard chuckling softly. Frank blushed but kept his game face on. He hadn’t meant to leap right into it like that but still, clearly his mind was unravelling faster than he had anticipated and he knew that if he didn’t just blurt everything out then he’d never say everything he wanted to before Gerard would have him caught in his web.

His sticky... dangerous... delicious web...

“Correct.” Gerard smiled sweetly in response to Frank’s statement, knowing he was about to be given a grilling. It wasn’t something he usually tolerated, he had nothing to prove or explain, but he had to admit he was enjoying himself immensely.

“Then how come you can come out in sunlight?” Frank demanded and Gerard rolled his eyes, though he found Frank’s ignorance so adorable.

“Myth.” He shrugged, Frank staring at him for a long moment with disbelieving eyes.

“Myth?” He repeated and Gerard nodded, resting his chin on his hand and tapping his fingertip at the corner of his eye as he regarded Frank with a soft smirk. He looked like a teacher trying to explain simple arithmetic to an idiot, his smile patient but his eyes betraying his amusement.

“Myth.” He parroted, his smirk growing a little as Frank frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t do anything at all interesting in the sunlight. I don’t disappear in a puff of smoke. I don’t burn, die, blacken... sparkle.” He sniggered, Frank’s blush intensifying. “In fact, I don’t even tan.” Gerard gave a big grin at the pissed off looking twenty year old who only scowled back.

“I wasn’t comparing you to Edward Cullen. I’m not an idiot.” He pouted, sounding genuinely insulted and Gerard laughed.

“I wasn’t saying you were.” He grinned sweetly, Frank huffing to himself again before deciding he should just continue with his questioning. He was going to get the truth out of this mad man if it was the last thing he did.

“Okay. So you’re a vampire. Then how come you don’t kill people?” He snapped, Gerard’s smile vanishing in an instant but Frank didn’t have time to feel smug before he saw the look in his eyes.

“I... never said I don’t kill people Frankie.” Gerard said softly, almost carefully after a small hesitation. Frank felt his heart miss a beat but Gerard’s gaze held his own, and Frank knew he wasn’t lying. This was no joke. No one joked about killing people. Not like this.

“You.. Y – You said you don’t kill people...”

“By drinking their blood.” Gerard cut him off, noticing how Frank had gone a little pale but his eyes held Gerard’s gaze without faltering and Gerard knew that since he would be feeding from Frank regularly it was only fair to explain to him.

“You know I told you that I will only need two pints at most to last me every couple of weeks?” He waited until Frank nodded and then continued. “Well, the most I could drink in one go is about four pints. There are ten pints in the human body, and though four pints would seriously hurt a person it wouldn’t necessarily kill them. If I wanted to kill someone I wouldn’t do it by drinking from them. To kill them that way would probably hurt me too – I mean, have you ever tried to drink ten pints of liquid in a matter of minutes?” Frank bit his lip and shook his head, feeling a little stupid. It was obvious when Gerard put it that way.

“So... how do you kill people?” He asked quietly and Gerard sighed, giving a soft tut as he poked Frank’s nose.

“Let’s not talk about that. Hm?” He smiled and Frank let it drop without argument. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to know how or why Gerard killed people. Ignorance was, as they said, bliss. “Now come on, I know you’re not finished. Ask me more.” Gerard smirked, wanting to skate over the awkward patch and Frank took the bait, eagerly continuing.

“Okay. Do you sleep in a coffin?”

“No. Myth.”

“Myth?”

“Yes Frankie, myth.” Gerard laughed, finding it awfully cute how Frank had to keep repeating everything. “I find my bed indescribably comfortable. Why on Earth would I choose to sleep in a box?” He smirked, Frank blushing and pouting moodily.

“Fine. What about crucifixes?”

“What about them?”

“Do they hurt you?”

“You’re wearing a rosary right now aren’t you? Of course they don’t.”

“Oh...” Frank blushed and quickly hurried on. “Okay. Can you turn into a bat?”

“Myth.”

“A... dog?”

“What do I look like to you? A werewolf? Myth.”

“Yeesh, no need to get offended. Can you control wolves?”

“Myth.”

“Fly?”

“Myth.”

“Myth... Okay. Stake through the heart?”

“Unpleasant.”

“Does it kill you?”

“Can’t say I’ve ever tried it.”

“Fire?”

“Are you cold?”

“No I mean, does that kill you?”

“Again, another experiment I’ve felt no need to participate in.”

“You know, you’re not giving me much here.”

“Well what would you like me to give you Frankie?” Gerard had a shit eating smirk on his face that made it clear he wasn’t referring to more answers and Frank blushed deeply, forgetting himself for a moment before quickly shaking his head again.

“I would like you to tell me what exactly makes you a vampire. If all that stuff is just myths.” He pouted and Gerard smirked, leaning forward but this time he didn’t stop. Frank scuttled back and kept his gaze steady as he tried to stare Gerard down, falling back onto his elbows, and then his back, until he was flattening himself against the sofa cushions as Gerard slowly leaned over him, his knees moving to rest on either side of Frank’s hips and just like that – The only thing Frank could think about was Gerard’s weight as he rested on his abdomen, using his knees to keep the brunt of his weight off the younger man.

“Frankie...” Gerard chuckled, his face inches away from Franks, his hands resting on Franks chest. “You’re asking me, other than drinking blood, and sexual magnetism, and inhuman strength, speed and agility... what it is that makes me a vampire?” He purred, Frank barely registering the words, too busy staring at those terribly tempting lips.

“Uh... I... guess so?” He mumbled, Gerard smirking.

“Well... then I guess you’ll never be convinced. However... we have an agreement, and I think it’s about time I repaid you for yesterday.” He grinned, his eyes smouldering with lust and Frank was sure he felt his heart drop through his stomach. Even though this was one of the main reasons Frank had turned up at the manor, he hadn’t expected Gerard to offer. He had thought he would have to remind him... make a fool of himself by trying to seduce him. Beg or complain for hours on end. This just seemed too easy.

“Really?” He asked uncertainly, Gerard’s face tucked into his neck and Frank’s eyelids fluttered as he felt the tip of his nose sliding up his throat. Frank wondered if he was smelling his blood. Wondered if it smelt good. All he knew was that he was losing his composure already and they hadn’t even kissed yet.

’I’m doomed. He thought, but he only sighed and tipped his head back, not caring enough to do anything other than just enjoy the wild ride he was sure he was about to receive.

“Of course...” Gerard purred, his lips brushing against the shell of Frank’s ear. “That’s our bargain isn’t it? And oh Frankie, I wanted you the second I saw you... And I’m not talking about your blood.” He growled, his voice husky with lust and Frank felt his head spin, filling with a lust induced haze as he bucked his hips up a little to get friction between his and Gerard’s crotches.

“Oh... then quit talking already. If I’m being part of this bargain I wanna get all I can.” He groaned, his hands moving up to Gerard’s hair, weaving into the black locks and tangling through them, tugging Gerard up to his lips and kissing him with a feverish passion. He needed sex. Needed to be fucked. It had been too long and Gerard was just unfairly sexy. Frank had wanted this from day one, and he didn’t give a shit about waiting and establishing a real relationship.

Blood for sex. It was a fair deal, and if that’s all they’d have, then that suited Frank just fine.

“Mmph... Upstairs. Not here... upstairs.” Gerard groaned as Frank kissed him like a man possessed. Gerard could smell his need, taste his desire, and he wasn’t one to leave a guy wanting.

Frank heard Gerard’s words but he couldn’t get his body to move. All he knew was that he wanted Gerard more than he wanted anyone, and sofa sex was just all dandy to him.

“Frank...” Gerard tried to sound firm but his chuckle gave him away as Frank bit down on his lower lip and tugged. “Mmph...” Gerard sighed and hooked his arms beneath Franks back, pulling him into a sitting position as he continued to straddle his hips, their kissing intense and fiery as Gerard pushed his tongue into Franks mouth and sucked moans and whimpers from his throat.

“Upstairs... Now.” He growled, moving off the younger boy and lifting him into his arms. Frank went to put his feet down on the floor to walk but when they touched soft carpet he broke from the hot lips just devouring his mouth and looked around. They weren’t in the living room anymore. Gerard’s bed was just feet away, but Frank hadn’t felt them move at all. Had Gerard transported them here, or ran so fast Frank hadn’t felt it? Either way, it wasn’t human.

“How did you –”

“Talk later.” Gerard chuckled, tugging Frank back to his lips and Frank sighed, nodding as he flung his arms around Gerard’s neck and jumped up, his legs wrapping around the older man’s waist. Gerard was surprised to feel that Frank had impressively strong thighs, clamped tight to his hips and he smirked as his tongue plundered Frank’s mouth. He couldn’t wait to get inside him, to plunder that tight little ass of his in the same way and he practically threw him onto the bed, straddling his hips again as Frank gasped and gripped at his hair.

“Oh Gerard.” He gasped, not caring anymore about the vampire thing. About how this was probably a bad idea, and if he was any kind of sensible, good person then he wouldn’t do this. But he decided that instead of being good, he should be realistic. And the fact was Gerard was fucking sexy. He was fucking horny. And he wanted to fuck. “Ugh God, don’t tease me... Please... Just do it.” He begged as Gerard broke from his lips to nibble down his neck.

Gerard chuckled softly and smirked, flicking his tongue over Frank’s soft skin. The slightly over enthusiastic reaction was not a surprise to him, ever since he had become a vampire most people responded the same way to a promise of sex. He knew other times wouldn’t be quite as feverish as this, and so he did as Frank asked, knowing there would be plenty of other times in which to savour the moment.

“Have you done this before?” He asked huskily as he bit at Frank’s neck, not hard enough to draw blood. He was still full from the previous feed, though the scent of Frank’s blood as it raced through his body was deliciously intoxicating and it just grew stronger as he pulled back to yank off Frank’s shirt, swiftly followed by his own.

“I - Yes. Loads with my ex.” Frank groaned, his eyes flicking open as his shirt was removed and he stared in awe at Gerard’s body. His pale skin seemed to almost glow and Frank’s hands roamed over his chest as if drawn to him by a magnet, curiously playing with his rosy pink nipples and feeling thrilled when he earned a hiss of pleasure. The realisation that he he could make Gerard feel good too was just amazing.

“When was the last time?” Gerard asked, his voice coming out strained as the blood that stayed motionless in his body suddenly decided to come to life and sped down to his cock which began to grow and harden in his jeans as Frank played with his nipples. Gerard had been with much more experienced men before, most of them fellow vampires who had equal centuries of practice under their belts. But no one matched Frank on enthusiasm. No one had quite the same eagerness to please and Gerard responded to his touch just as well as he did to those with more skill.

“I... I dunno... Three years maybe.” Frank mumbled, his own jeans becoming painfully tight and his body heating as he felt Gerard’s erection growing and pressing against his own, making him arch his back in delight and a strained moan escape his throat. “Why does it matter, please just fuck me.” He all but begged and Gerard nodded, groaning as he removed the rest of their clothes, staring down with hungry eyes as he saw Frank’s naked body for the second time.

Frank’s olive skin was mesmerising to Gerard who had spent time with only vampires for the past few decades, and the sight of someone who lived and breathed and ached like a vampire couldn’t was a welcome change. Vampire’s bodies didn’t blush all over like a humans did when they became aroused. They didn’t become scented with a musky, delicious fragrance that Gerard could only describe as male. And Frank’s erection was already full to the brim with blood, the flesh red and the head swollen, the organ twitching every few seconds as blood pumped through the straining veins.

“So beautiful...” Gerard breathed huskily, echoing what was already going through Frank’s mind as he gazed at Gerard’s naked form for the first time.

Gerard’s creamy skin had a tinge of human pinkness to it so that Frank couldn’t think of him as being deathly pale. His whole body was slim but ever so lightly toned, the skin soft and seeming almost warm with the hardness of muscle evident beneath. He had a light trail of black hair leading from his navel down to his erection which was only a tiny bit bigger than Frank’s, and Frank felt his heart stutter with happiness when he saw he was just as aroused as he was.

Seeing Gerard naked and open as he was now made him appear almost human for a moment, yet at the same time making it more clear how very inhuman he was, and for the first time Frank felt absolute conviction that this man was what he claimed to be. A vampire. And yet instead of fear, Frank only felt a rush of warm calm.

“Mm... I’m gonna make you feel so good Frankie.” Gerard purred as he leaned down over the younger man, his hands roaming over his hot body and capturing his soft lips in his for a moment. He wrapped a hand around Frank’s erection and stroked his hand up and down it for a second, just wanting to feel it again before he spread Franks legs and settled between them.

“I don’t have any lube.” He apologised softly, kissing over Frank jaw and spitting onto his fingers as Frank bit his lip, shaking his head as his eyes fluttered.

“D – Doesn’t matter... just... Just prep me...” He moaned, not too concerned if they skipped prep all together and got straight to it, but he knew that no matter how badly he wanted Gerard right now, it wasn’t going to stop it from hurting. Three years of nothing wasn’t going to make it easy.

Gerard nodded and pressed his lips back to Franks as he swirled a slick finger around his entrance. Even if he was a vampire, even if he had killed people and would probably kill again, he didn’t get off on fucking people without preparing them first. And whilst he and Frank had their cosy little bargain, he wasn’t gonna cheat the poor guy out by hurting him when it could be avoided.

Frank gasped and gave a low moan when Gerard pushed in the first finger, the feeling of having something inside of him like that strange yet so familiar, it was a welcome feeling and he spread his legs further, mewling softly as Gerard moved his finger inside him.

Within moments a second finger joined the first, both men eager and impatient and so Gerard moved on as quickly as he could. He thrust and scissored the two fingers, Frank whimpering and moaning, his hands once more tangled into Gerard’s hair as he rolled his hips, trying to get more friction from the two digits and soon his ass was quivering with need, making Gerard moan deep in his throat. He loved people who were so responsive. People who loved sex. And Frank was definitely one of those people.

“Tell me when your rea – ”

“I’m ready!” Frank gasped before Gerard could even finish. “Are you a vampire or what? Just get inside already.” Frank groaned, whimpering with desire and gasping in disappointment when the fingers inside him disappeared. Gerard was chuckling breathlessly to himself, eagerly lining up with Franks entrance and nudging the head of his erection between the soft globes of his ass.

“Mmph... Don’t you worry ‘bout it baby... I’m way ahead of ya’.” He purred, tucking his face into the crook of Frank’s shoulder and sucking on his soft flesh as he shoved his hips forward and slid past the first ring of muscle.

“O – OH!” Frank gave a loud half gasp, half squeak and his muscles tensed, trying to stop the intrusion even as his body begged for more. He gripped tightly at Gerard’s silky hair, the strands tangled round his fingers and Gerard stopped for a moment, letting Frank adjust and continuing to push in even as his muscles were still trying to relax. He would stop if asked, but the warmth that was hugging his erection was just too good to be denied.

“Fuck!” Frank breathed, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling a tear drip down his cheek as Gerard pushed into him. It seemed to take forever, the pain intense, but then he was fully seated inside him and Frank gave a shaky exhale, tipping his head back as Gerard allowed him a moment to breathe.

Despite the pain the pleasure was washing over Frank in waves and he panted softly, his whole body aching with need and his erection oozing pre cum over his stomach. He wanted to tell Gerard to move but he knew he shouldn’t be hasty, so he gave himself a few seconds to catch his breath and let his muscles relax and as soon as the pain disappeared he clasped his legs around Gerard’s hips and begged for him to “go!”.

Gerard grunted against the purple mark he had left on Frank’s neck he had been suckling and promptly began to thrust his hips back and forth, starting slow at first to let Frank adjust, but as soon as he had he began to move faster, moaning deeply at the velvet heat that gripped his cock.

“Oooh... Frankie, that’s so good...” He groaned, Frank giving a hasty nod of agreement as he shoved his hips up and arched his back, moaning loud, incoherent words as Gerard picked up speed. He thrust faster and faster with each thrust, slamming his hips further forward, pushing deeper into the younger man.

Their sex was hot and quick, neither man caring about taking his time or savouring the moment. It was just a hungry, desperate need to get off. A carnal moment made entirely of lust and it suited them both.

Frank was moaning loudly, his thighs clamped on Gerard’s slender hips as he lost himself in the feeling of being so intimately connected to another man, Gerard’s erection leaking pre cum that lubricated their movements and helped him build up more speed, the head just brushing past Frank’s prostate each time.

“Uunn... Gerard... ugh fuck... so close...” Frank whimpered, tugging on Gerard’s hair as he shifted his hips. It felt as if his prostate was pulsing with desire and Gerard angled each thrust differently as he searched for it.

It had been a while since Gerard had last had sex, longer than Frank but of course to a vampire decades felt like days. Even so, it was long enough to make his climax approach at an increasing rate, so much so that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out long enough to see Frank cum first. But the younger man too was terribly close to the edge, his moaning increasing in pitch, his hands trembling as his body writhed beneath Gerard’s, desperately trying to keep up with the speed of his erratic thrusting but Gerard had vampire skills on his side, and Frank couldn’t keep up. Not that it mattered.

“Umm... unn... Frankie... So close... s – so close...” Gerard groaned, his voice deeper and huskier than Frank had ever heard it and he whimpered as he felt his cock jerk between their stomachs, the head resting in a pool of pre cum just beneath his navel and he screamed out in shock and pleasure when Gerard hit his prostate dead on from out of nowhere.

“Oh, oh GOD!” He screamed, throwing his head back and arching upwards as Gerard pounded into that special spot again and again, the pleasure building at such an indescribable rate that Frank didn’t have enough time to register he was about to cum before he was exploding all over his and Gerard’s stomachs and chests, a silent scream tearing from his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Gerard panted harshly as he felt Frank’s body convulse beneath him, his cum hot and sticky as it shot over them both, tipping Gerard over the edge as his senses were attacked by everything about Frank. He could taste and smell the musk and sex in the air, his ears ringing with the sound of Franks orgasm, his whole body feeling electric as he tingled with feeling. It was just too good, and he spilled deep into Frank with a cry of pleasure.

Frank gasped and shook through his orgasm, his skin hypersensitive long after he had given all he could, collapsing onto his back and tingling all over as he felt Gerard’s cum filling him. He was vaguely aware that his cum was cold rather than hot, but it meant nothing to him as he soaked in the afterglow of the most mind blowing orgasm he had felt since... well. Forever.

Gerard’s orgasm was just as long and explosive as Franks, and for a while afterwards he couldn’t bring himself to move. Instead he simply held himself above Frank as long as he could, panting harshly and sharing quick, sloppy kisses with the exhausted man beneath him before his arms began to shake and he had to pull out, collapsing to Frank’s side and giving a dreamy, breathless laugh.

“Frankie... you are... delicious.” He chuckled, his chest heaving as he gasped for air and Frank gave a giggle between pants, moving to curl up into Gerard’s arms, their bodies sticking through a thin layer of sweat and Gerard softly drew the duvet up to their hips.

“That was... Fuck... so amazing...” Frank breathed and Gerard smirked, pressing a kiss to his hot forehead as he stroked his lower back softly.

“Oh Frankie... I haven’t even started.”

A/N: Oh kiddies, I hope you all had a good Christmas, this little chapter here is my belated gift from me to you ;D I wasn’t sure whether to include sex so early on, but then I figured why the heck not? x)
In case you were wondering, the sex here was rushed for a reason. I was gonna make their first time a little more... nice? But I think that should wait until later, don’t you? ^.^
R&R – lemme know if I did good. And yell at me if I did bad x) Much lovee xoxo