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Weeks were passing by like seconds for Frank as he spent the majority of his time in the manor with Gerard. On the nights he didn’t sleep over (which wasn’t often) he would leave for his house as late as possible, and would return to Gerard the second he woke up the next morning. His father didn’t comment on his long absences, both Frank’s found it easier to not be around each other.

Gerard had to admit he hadn’t been expecting Frank to be around so much, but he didn’t really mind. He quite enjoyed the company. Sometimes life could be boring when you were going through it alone, even if he and Frank didn’t have new things to talk about, the sex was still as hot as ever, and would be for a very long time Gerard knew. He felt almost as if Frank had unintentionally made himself Gerard’s pet. He was always around, eager to please, if Gerard said jump Frank would ask how high. Gerard liked it; he liked how much power he had over the young man without even having to try.

Things seemed to be going smoothly, the arrangement Gerard had made working better than he had anticipated. Though of course he hadn’t yet fed from Frank again, and two weeks had slipped by without warning and he was beginning to feel the pangs of hunger he had forgotten to look out for. He wondered how amicable Frank would be now; now that the blood card was once again on the table.

“You’re... you’re hungry?” Frank repeated softly, his eyes wide as he stared at Gerard. The two men were sat together in the kitchen after just eating lunch together. Frank had arrived early that morning but Gerard had been out in the woods, tending to his garden and enjoying the filtered green sunlight that came through the canopy above. Once he had returned he had set about making them both some soup, and Frank had just commented on how hungry he had been before hand when Gerard had casually slipped in how hungry he still was.

The way he had said it told Frank that he didn’t mean he wanted anymore food.

“Mmhmm...” Gerard smiled sweetly, running his fingertip round the rim of his coffee cup, Frank biting his lip as he gazed at him. “It’s been two weeks already after all...” Gerard added softly. “I could feed on some animals for a while if you want, that would give you an extra week or so.” He purred, meeting Frank’s warm brown eyes and leaning softly closer to him, Frank mirroring the movement out of instinct and he felt his heart pick up a little. No doubt Gerard could hear it too.

“Oh well... I... No. No that’s okay; you don’t need to trouble yourself. We had a deal after all.” He shrugged, gulping softly as he tried to come to terms with what he was about to do. He was sure it would be okay; after all, when Gerard had first bit him it hadn’t hurt as far as he could remember... in fact; Frank had barely even felt it.

Gerard smiled softly and thanked him, pleased that Frank was being so agreeable. He was right, they had had a deal. But it was rare that a human was so willing to give up their blood to a predator, in any circumstance. It made Gerard even more aware of his submissive Frank was towards him, and it pleased him greatly.

“So err.... how do you wanna do this?” Frank asked shyly, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt to expose his wrist. Gerard had already told him that a vampire could feed from any part of the body, and Frank felt like his arm was a good place to start, that way if his nerves deserted him for any reason then he’d be able to pull away.

Gerard smirked softly as Frank finished rolling up his sleeve and walked round to stand beside him, hesitating a moment before he offered his arm to the vampire. Gerard chuckled and took Franks hand in his, turning his arm over and pressing tender kisses to the underside of it, following the pulsing vein all the way down to his elbow. At first Frank flinched, but then he relaxed, his eyes fluttering as Gerard kissed over his skin.

Gerard could hear the way Frank’s heart began to beat faster and faster, his breath growing heavier as he watched through half lidded eyes. Gerard brushed his lips over Franks arm back down to his wrist, continuing on to his palm and planting a kiss there too before he laced his fingers with Frank’s and laid his cheek in his palm. Frank sighed softly and gave a tender smile, caressing Gerard’s cheek and stepping closer to him.

“Mm... it’s okay... I’m not scared.” He whispered, wondering why Gerard hadn’t bitten him yet. His arm tingled pleasantly from the kisses and it had helped make him relax, not that his heart beat would tell you that. Even though he felt much more at ease about the whole biting thing, he couldn’t help the fact that it was also exciting him a little; he didn’t want Gerard thinking his heart was hammering out of fear.

“I know...” Gerard purred back, turning his face to kiss Frank’s palm again before he let his hand go and got to his feet. Frank gave him a questioning look and Gerard smiled, drawing him into his arms and tenderly kissing his lips. “I’m not going to just treat you like a piece of food Frankie.” He whispered, hating the contrived feeling of Frank just wandering over and offering him a limb to suck from.

Drinking blood was so much more than just a means of surviving; it wasn’t like taking a plate of food and digging in. With animals it was quicker than with a human, you just picked them up and attacked, but there was beauty in knowing that they never saw it coming. Still, even though you could survive on animals the true fun came from humans, and Gerard wanted to do it the old fashioned way.

“Oh... W – What do you want then?” Frank asked softly, sinking into Gerard’s arms and laying his head down on his chest. Gerard smiled and scooped him up, Frank automatically hooking his legs around his waist and smiling as he nuzzled his face into his hair. Gerard chuckled softly and spoke as he carried Frank through to the living room, where a fire was already cracking in the grate due to the cool autumn temperatures outside.

“I’m going to feed from you in the most enjoyable way for both of us. You’re not just my meal ticket Frankie, you’re my lover.” He purred, delighting in the way Frank’s heart missed a beat or two before it picked up even faster after.

Frank felt his stomach erupt in butterflies at Gerard’s words and he slumped against him, mewling his pleasure as he tangled his hands into Gerard’s hair. He felt so happy, so amazingly happy. He didn’t know why it meant so much to hear the vampire say that but it did, and he clung tighter to him as Gerard reached the living room and lay Frank down on the rug beside the fire.

The rug was made of sheepskin, and though Frank wasn’t exactly happy about the fact it was real fur he was lying against, he couldn’t deny it was comfortable. Gerard had real fur rugs in several of his rooms, being a vampire it was hardly his concern whether an animal had died to make his home wear. But though Frank had had sex with Gerard in every room of the manor, it hadn’t been on any of the rugs. Wolf’s fur was too coarse for that kind of friction on your back, bear fur was better but not by much. The sheep though was like lying on a cloud and he purred softly as Gerard began kissing down his neck.

“A – Are you... going to drink now?” He asked quietly, his eyes closed as he traced patterns on the back of Gerard’s neck with his fingertips. He wasn’t sure he was ready for a neck bite yet, not when he hadn’t quite reached the pleasure he thought Gerard had been promising.

“No. Not yet.” Gerard chuckled, Frank breathing a small sigh of relief as Gerard began kissing up to his jaw. “Don’t worry about it okay Frankie? Let me just do this.” He smiled, Frank mewling softly and nodding his consent as he relaxed in the warmth of the fire. He knew it might be crazy, but he trusted Gerard. In the weeks they had been together he had never given him any reason to do otherwise and he had promised to let him do this after all. Gerard had kept up his end of the bargain, and now it was time for Frank to do the same.

Gerard smiled as he felt Frank relax and kissed his way to the human’s lips, capturing them in his own and sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Frank gave a quiet moan and wrapped his arms around Gerard’s neck, smiling softly as he kissed him passionately.

Gerard loved kissing Frankie; it wasn’t something he had always been a fan of. Even as a human he had been more into rushing to the main event, but Frank’s kisses were different. His lips were warm and inviting as they pouted and parted in time to his, and Gerard worked his lips against Frank’s so eagerly by the time he broke away the young man’s lips were crimson and kiss swollen from the hungry assault.

“Mm... mmm... Gerard, kiss me again?” He mewled, Gerard chuckling and happily complying. His lips attached to Frank’s once more and suckled against them, Frank’s moans melting from his mouth into Gerard’s as he tugged gently at his hair. “Oh... oooh... Mmm...” He mewled, his legs coming up to wrap around Gerard’s waist and he bucked his hips up as his heart beat frantically, sending his blood down to his crotch.

Gerard groaned quietly in response to Frank’s delicious noises, rolling his tongue against his lower lip, Frank readily giving him access and opening his mouth so that Gerard could plunge his tongue inside. Frank shyly tangled his tongue around Gerard’s though he didn’t make any fight for dominance, wanting to just submit to the older man, like he had every time they did this. He knew Gerard liked it, and Frank loved it too.

Gerard rubbed his tongue against Frank’s as he ground his hips over the young man’s, the bulge in his jeans sliding over Frank’s own growing erection and causing both men to moan out in pleasure. He sucked his tongue into his mouth and delighted in the shudder that passed through Frank’s body, his hands coming down to grip at his hips.

His dead heart had begun to beat again, pushing the blood down to flood into his length and cause it to swell and grow in his jeans, Frank’s own member fully erect by the time Gerard began tugging his clothes off. He dragged off both their shirts first, Frank’s hands coming down from Gerard’s hair to tug at his belt and zipper, mewling in distress when he couldn’t undo them.

“Don’t get so flustered sugar.” Gerard chuckled, his tongue finding its way back into Frank’s mouth as he helped the guy out, undoing his belt and jeans with ease and kicking them off his legs as he yanked Frank’s away. Frank lifted his hips to help and slid down his underwear whilst he was at it, his erection curving upwards against his stomach and throbbing already.

“Mm... You look so hot right now Frankie.” Gerard growled as he looked down at Frank’s naked form, slipping off the remainder of his clothes so that Frank could look at him too. He slid his hands down the planes of his chest and tweaked a nipple, Frank gasping and squeezing his eyes shut as he turned his head to the side. He nuzzled his face into the white fur of the rug, breathing heavily as Gerard stroked his finger round his nipple until it formed a hard nub.

“O - Ooh God... so do you...” Frank gasped, pushing his hips up as his erection ached, Gerard’s teasing fingers driving him crazy. He wasn’t sure how any of this related to feeding, but with his lust hazed mind he didn’t really care.

Gerard smirked softly as he moved his kisses back down to Frank’s neck, kissing over the scorpion tattoo and nibbling gently at the warm flesh. Frank remained relaxed beneath him and he smiled, knowing everything would go to plan now. He moved his hand on Frank’s nipple down to wrap around his erection, stroking his fist up and down the engorged flesh as Frank writhed about beneath him.

“Ooh... Oh Gerard... Gerard mmph... are you... are you gonna fuck me?” Frank gasped, bucking his hips up into Gerard’s tightening hand and scratching gently at his pale back.

“Would you like me to?” Gerard teased, chuckling as he ducked his head down and sucked lightly at one of Frank’s rosy nipples, Frank gasping and giving a strained moan.

“Oooh God, yes. Yes Gee, mmph... Please... please do it.” He begged, moaning louder as Gerard rolled his nipple between his teeth and twisted his hand around his erection.

“Mm... do what?” He purred innocently, Frank groaning in frustration and digging his nails into Gerard’s shoulder blades. He knew Gerard liked to tease him, and he didn’t mind it, but at that moment all he wanted was to have him buried deep inside him. He just wanted to buck and writhe against him in the heat from the fire.

“Please... Ugh God. Please Gee, just fuck me. Fuck me please.” He mewled, reaching down to grip Gerard’s erection and tug him forward, guiding him to his ass as he lifted his hips a little and spread his legs. Gerard sighed and bit his lip, his eyes swirling with darker shades of hazel as he gazed down at the man inviting him in. He loved the way Frank did this, loved how his stomach tightened at the sight of him. It reminded him of being human.

“Oh Frankie, would I ever let you down?” He smirked, replacing Frank’s hand with his own and moving forward, nudging the tip of his erection against Frank’s entrance and pushing past the first ring of muscle. Frank tensed on instinct, but Gerard had learnt how to read his body and just as he expected it was barely a second before he was able to move forward.

Frank groaned deep in his throat and gripped the back of Gerard’s neck, yanking him down to his lips as his body opened up for him, Gerard pushing forward with ease and sliding deep into him, stopping only when he could feel the soft cheeks of Frank’s ass pushed against his pelvis.

“Mmph... mmm...” Frank mewled against Gerard’s lips, the two men kissing each other with equal passion, their lips moving rapidly as teeth nipped and tongues connected. Gerard pulled his hips back, moaning into Frank’s mouth when he felt him clench tighter around him, as if trying to drag him back in.

Frank gasped as Gerard pushed back into him, slowly creating a rhythm that built in speed with each thrust. Gerard did not keep things slow, he wasn’t one to give any illusion of ‘making love’ and that was just fine for Frank. He liked the feeling that his body was just being used for Gerard’s pleasure; he liked the way his throbbing erection would stroke at his inner walls quickly. He liked how practiced Gerard was at finding his prostate early and keeping it in his aim.

“Mmgnnn... Ooh, Gerard. Gee...” Frank groaned, throwing his head back and just clinging to Gerard’s back with his hands as his legs came up to hook over his hips. Gerard pushed a hand between them and continued stroking Frank’s erection, his lips kissing every patch of skin they came across. He moved his hips faster, Frank’s clenching muscles spurring him on and he sought out his prostate with ease, pushing against it with each thrust in and making Frank cry out in pleasure.

Tingling exploded in Frank’s stomach as Gerard stroked his prostate with the head of his erection over and over, pre-cum leaking from the tip and lubricating his movement so that he could move faster still. Frank’s mouth gaped open in a silent scream of pleasure as he bucked his hips, desperately trying to seek some control over his own pleasure as it spiralled to heights he could never reach alone. He had no idea if Gerard was as close as he was, and he tried to warn him, not wanting it to end.

Frank wished he was able to hold on longer, that he could be like a porn star and keep going for sometimes hours. But barely five minutes had passed and his stomach was bubbling with the heat of his approaching climax, his balls tightening in preparation as Gerard continued pumping his erection.

“Gee... Gee don’t.” He gasped, smacking his hand away and Gerard laughed softly. He knew how close Frankie was, each of his five senses were letting him know the little time he had left before Frank would be unable to hold on. But Gerard didn’t care, he wanted to try something. Frank was young, he was promiscuous, and Gerard was intrigued to see if he could replicate something that Darius had done to him all those centuries ago.

“Mmph... No. Let me do this.” He growled into Frank’s ear, wrapping his hand around Frank’s erection again and pumping it in time to his erratic thrusting. His own orgasm was creeping up, his spine tingling and his fangs lengthening just slightly as he bared his teeth.

Frank moaned loudly and whimpered, turning his head to bury his face into the rug as Gerard ignored his pleas to try and tone down the pleasure, to help him last longer. He didn’t want it to end yet, but at the same time he was desperately seeking his orgasm, his hips pushing up into Gerard’s fist and then back down onto his cock, moaning louder and louder.

Gerard was panting softly as he fucked the young man, pressing his lips to the heated skin of his neck and kissing hungrily over the pulsing vein that had been exposed to him. His fangs were aching with the need to sink into his flesh, to taste the sweet red nectar waiting for him, but he had to wait. He made his thrusts shorter, keeping deep into Frank so that he remained pressed against his sweet spot, moving only slightly but quickly to bring Frank over the edge.

“Oh... Oh God – Gerard, Gerard I’m... I’m – AGH!” Frank gasped and screamed in delight, arching his back up as his orgasm tore through him and he came hard all over his and Gerard’s stomachs, his hips bucking erratically as cum shot from the tip of his erection.

Gerard was close but not close enough to cum yet and he continued pounding into Frank, causing his orgasm to last longer than it ever had and soon Frank could barely stand it. His nails dug hard into Gerard’s back, his body slumping and convulsing on the rug as he remained hard. His erection was throbbing even after he had came, the protruding veins continuing to pulse and fill with blood so that he remained fully erect despite how spent he felt. The pleasure he was feeling wasn’t numbing down like it should, it continued to climb to heights Frank had never experienced as Gerard moaned deeply and plunged his fangs into Frank’s neck.

Frank gasped and gave a tiny squeak of surprise, his eyes squeezing shut and he tangled a hand into Gerard’s hair, bucking his hips up as Gerard’s thrusting slowed down to a gentle pace.

Gerard felt his head spin with delight and he sighed, the roar of the fire tuning down to a quiet buzz of noise in the background as his heart beat drummed loudly in his ears. He sucked hungrily at the wound he had created in Frank’s neck, creating a hickey as he sucked the blood up into his mouth and gulped it down.

Frank’s mouth hung open and his eyes grew wide as he relaxed, Gerard’s strong arms wrapping around him and pulling him up until he was sat in his lap in a bear hug. Gerard was thrusting slowly and rhythmically up into him, Frank moving his hips back and forth to rub against him as his still full erection became trapped between their stomachs. Gerard had a hand resting in his hair and he gripped tight to the dark locks, keeping Frank’s head back and to the side so that he could feed from his neck with ease.

The blood bubbled up from the wound like a hot fountain of the sweetest wine, Gerard gorging himself on it like an alcoholic who had been without for months too long. He could feel his pleasure building at a rapid pace, the feeling of pure intimacy was immense as he remained latched on Frank’s neck. The blood was pumped straight through his veins from the second he swallowed it, his heart sending it down to his erection as he rocked up against Frank who was tingling all over as his blood dragged up through his veins to his neck, his erection red and pulsing as he panted harshly.

Gerard had almost forgotten how good Frank’s blood tasted. It sent his head into a tail spin and made his orgasm loom over him, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before he too would tip over that edge of bliss. Frank’s blood was just so hot, so delicious, warming his body as it gushed down his throat.

Frank was moaning quietly as he gripped weakly at Gerard’s back, feeling almost high as he rocked against him. He could feel that his blood was hot as it bubbled up into Gerard’s mouth, his tongue lapping it up like a cat with cream though he didn’t spill a drop. The light from the fire seemed to be shimmering in Frank’s eyes, everything turned a delightful shade of crimson and gold. His head was swimming and despite the fact he had cum barely a minute earlier he could already feel a second orgasm approaching. It was just so good, so sinfully good.

“G – Gee –ee....” He mewled, closing his eyes again as his head dropped back, Gerard moaning softly as he rocked up into the younger man, riding the clenches of his muscles and using them to tell how close Frank was. He was feeling full on Frank’s delicious blood and the heat of his skin and the beating of his heart over sensitized him, until it was with one last, desperate thrust that he came inside Frank, pulling his fangs from his neck as he did so.

Frank shuddered at the feeling of Gerard’s teeth sliding free from his flesh, and that combined with the purely erotic sound of Gerard cumming caused Frank to tip into a second, blinding orgasm. He gasped and sobbed as he fell forward, slumping in Gerard’s arms and burying his face tight into the vampire’s neck as he came over his stomach, Gerard’s own cum dripping down the backs of his thighs.

Frank had never experienced anything like it before; he felt exhausted and spent beyond belief. Like he would never need another orgasm for as long as he lived. His body was still shaking from the waves of his last orgasm and the afterglow was immense. If Gerard had tried to tell him he was about to make him cum twice in the space of five minutes he would never have believed it, and his head was spinning so much he wasn’t sure it had really happened.

“Frankie... You okay?” Gerard smirked softly, panting a little as he licked the taste of Frank’s blood off his lips and slowly pulled out of the younger man, Frank giving a soft mewl of sadness as he did. Gerard wrapped his arms tight around him and lay down on the rug, letting the fire warm his back as Frank curled up into his chest, trying to form a coherent sentence with his melted brain.

“I mm... you... you should... mmm... you should feed more often.” He finally managed mumble, Gerard laughing loudly and holding Frank closer, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

“Oh baby, I’m not sure you could handle that.” He chuckled, smiling warmly and almost genuinely as Frank dropped to sleep beside him, his heart still beating at a rapid pace.

>X<

Bob stood staring at the clock as he tapped his fingers against the counter. Business in the coffee shop had been slow all day and he was anxious to get home. He had sent Frank a text that morning asking him to drop by the cafe sometime to see him, but there had been no sign of his best friend and no reply text either. He wondered if maybe his phone hadn’t sent it, but it was more likely that Frank had just ignored it.

He knew it was still possible that Frank would drop by, but the cafe closed in ten minutes and deep down Bob knew Frank wouldn’t show. That didn’t stop him from glancing hopefully out the window every few seconds, his nails digging into his arm through his sleeve each time he would find no sign of the tattooed man outside.

Bob had been trying not to cut anymore, he knew it wasn’t good for him even if it did make him feel better. After the day he had seen Frank and Gerard at the lodge he had told himself he wouldn’t do it again. He had seen Frank a couple times since then, thankfully without Gerard, but Frank hadn’t yet devoted any real time to his best friend. Not yet, Bob reminded himself, not yet.

He sighed and bowed his head as he waited for the final minutes to pass, his nails still digging at his arm through his sleeve. He still had his arm bandaged beneath the fabric, as much as he was trying to stop he hadn’t so far. Sometimes he just couldn’t help but seek that release. He still didn’t cut deep, though the neat, straight lines had gone all the way down his arm by now. Soon he would have no choice but to re-open the first few, and they were healing so well...

Bob scowled and laid his head in his hands. He wished he could have the guts to call Frank and confront him about it, to ask him to please come and see him. To ask him for help. But if Frank was ignoring all of his texts and calls, how was he supposed to get through to him? And besides, he would only get mad anyway. Bob was sure of it.

“Hey Bob, you can go now. Thanks for your help today.” His boss, Mike, called. Bob nodded and forced a smile, taking off his work apron and saying a hasty goodbye as he left the cafe. The bell tingled brightly as he opened and then shut the door, the sound only making him feel worse.

Outside the breeze was cold, and the first signs of rain were beginning to fall. As hopeless as he knew it was Bob couldn’t help but look around in case Frank was about, but of course he wasn’t, and he sighed as he bowed his head and pushed his hands into his hoody pockets.

As he walked he tried to think of ways he might be able to contact Frank, or at least try to think of someone else he could go see. He didn’t want to go home alone like this, where he knew he would just end up picking up the razor once more and he was trying so hard.

Bob bit his lip and shook his head angrily, tears in his eyes as he tried to think positively. Just because he hadn’t stopped yet didn’t mean he couldn’t. Just because he had started cutting again didn’t make him weak. He was strong. And he was strong enough to stop. He controlled what he did to his body, not the razor. And damn it if he didn’t want to cut then he wouldn’t. He would go to Franks and -

He would go to Franks.

Bob gasped and looked up at the sky with wide eyes, as if the thought had been thrown down to him by some bigger being. Of course, why hadn’t he thought of it before? He would go to Frank’s house and speak to his dad. Of course he knew Frank probably wouldn’t be there. He would be at Gerard’s no doubt, but maybe his dad would be able to get a hold of him for him. And if not, then he would at least let Frank know Bob needed to speak to him – and Frank hardly ever disobeyed his father.

Bob smiled to himself and began to walk with a purpose, changing directions to head for Frank’s house. He felt much more positive now that he had a plan, and he silently thanked God for giving it him.