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“-I mean, what does he expect me to do? I’m not his fucking mother; I can’t be there to hold his hand all the god damn time!” Frank ranted, striding back and forth across Gerard’s bedroom floor, his hands waving about as he continued to complain about Bob. Quite loudly. “I mean FUCK, what kind of guy goes around cutting himself because his friend’s in a relationship? He’s nuts!”

“Mhmm...” Gerard nodded, gazing curiously at Frank as he paced the floor.

Gerard was sat on the bed in a pair of old grey sweatpants and nothing else. Prior to contrary belief, vampires liked to dress comfortable sometimes to, and he’d just been thinking about getting up for a coffee when Frank had strode into his room in an uncontrollable rage. Gerard had to admit, he was kind of impressed. He hadn’t thought Frank was capable of getting so pissed off, and it made him strangely more attractive.

“Come sit down babe.” Gerard suggested sweetly, his legs crossed Indian-style, his elbows resting on his knees and his chin in his hands. “I’ll make you feel better.” He cooed temptingly, Frank scoffing and turning his glare on the vampire, his mouth already open to tell him ‘no thank you’ before he closed it again, swiftly changing his mind. In his ratty old sweatpants with slight bed hair Gerard looked more human than usual, and Frank found it undeniably hot.

“Erm... Well, maybe I should calm down.” He consented after a moment of gazing at his sexy, smirking, slightly dishevelled vampire boyfriend.

“I agree.” Gerard beamed, opening his arms and Frank wasted no time in dashing across the floor and diving onto the bed. He slid up into Gerard’s lap and curled up against his chest, Gerard smiling warmly as he hooked his arms around Frank’s slender waist. “There now, since you’ve stopped all that pacing maybe you can give your mind a rest too.” He purred, kissing Frank’s cheek and trailing his warm lips across his jaw. “Hmm?”

“Yeah... yeah you’re right...” Frank smiled, his anger dissolving so quickly it was like it had never been there at all and Frank curled up even closer to Gerard, pressing tight to his chest and turning his face to touch his cheek against the side of Gerard’s face as he kissed along his jaw line. “Mm... Gee... you always make me feel better.” He purred, Gerard smiling as he kissed up to his ear.

“Do I?” He mewled innocently, kissing behind the shell of Frank’s ear and playfully flicking his tongue out to taste his skin. Frank felt a tiny shiver worm it’s way up his spine and he snuggled closer, closing his eyes in delight. He liked people kissing around or over his ears, he supposed that was weird of him but he couldn’t help it. Though he supposed Gerard could kiss anywhere on his body and still make it feel like heaven.

“Mm... Yeah... yeah you do.” He whispered quietly, Gerard chuckling to himself and running his nose over Frank’s neck, smelling his sweet blood mingled with the scent of his cologne and wrapping his arms tighter around the boy’s waist. Gerard had really started to get into making Frank feel good. Knowing he was giving the human pleasure somehow gave him a sense of satisfaction. Frank was just cute when he got all flustered and hot. Hot for him. There was something about it... something Gerard couldn’t put his finger on, that just made him incredibly happy. Just thinking about it made him want to step up his game and he smirked, running a hand up Frank’s back and resting it between his shoulder blades as he began to kiss his neck properly.

Frank gasped quietly and smiled when Gerard’s tender butterfly kisses suddenly changed into soft sucks and playful bites. He mewled softly and wrapped his arms around Gerard’s neck, turning his head to the side so that Gerard had easier access to his warm flesh. Over the weeks they had been together Frank had found himself trusting Gerard in a way he hadn’t expected. He had always trusted him to an extent, but there had always been some doubt and nerves whenever Gerard’s teeth got latched onto his neck, even just for purposes like this. But now, though Gerard was sucking and nibbling to his heart’s content, Frank was relaxed and woozy in his arms, his heart pounding rapidly but not due to any fear.

“Oh Gerard...” He sighed, biting his lip softly as his vampire lover gently lay him down so he was resting against the thick pillows on the bed, sinking down into the mounds of fabric and purring quietly as Gerard began trailing his kisses down his neck.

“Mm... Shall I help you relax Frankie?” Gerard whispered huskily against the tan skin covering Frank’s collarbone. Technically Frank was already so relaxed he kinda felt like he was lying on a bed of clouds, but Gerard was sure he could make it even better.

“Oh.. mm... please do...” Frank breathed, his head in a delightful spin as Gerard continued kissing his way down.

Frank lifted his back up when Gerard’s pale hands began sliding up the hem of his shirt, lifting the fabric up and over Frank’s head before it was dropped to the floor out of the way. He then proceeded to kiss down Frank’s torso, the young man already in bliss as he forgot all about his anger at Bob and just savoured every little thing Gerard was doing to him.

Gerard looked up at Frank through his eyelashes with a soft smirk. Frank’s soft skin was so warm against his hands and his lips any second they weren’t touching him he just wasn’t happy. Frank was quieter than usual, though he was responding just as much as ever. This time though his moans and mewls were replaced by soft sighs and gentle breaths, his hammering heart giving him away. Gerard smiled dreamily to himself and flicked his tongue over one of Frank’s nipples, causing his heart to miss a beat and his breathing to increase.

“Mm... Relaxed yet?” Gerard purred softly, grazing his teeth over the rosy nub before suckling it into his mouth as Frank gave a shaky nod.

“Mm... Mhmm...” He breathed, his teeth latching onto his lip ring and he tugged gently at it as his stomach tied itself up in knots. Gerard never failed to make him feel amazing, and this lazy, almost dreamy kissing and touching was making Frank completely lose himself. He decided he should get angry more often if this was how Gerard was going to help him calm down, and he smiled softly to himself before all coherent thought disappeared. It could have run off with the dish and the spoon for all Frank cared.

Gerard chuckled softly and moved away from Frank’s nipples to kiss down his stomach, feeling the hardness of muscle beneath the softness of skin and he took his time to savour ever plane and contour of Frank’s torso. He sought out sensitive areas, some he knew already but others he was finding for the first time. He listened carefully to Frank’s heart beat and breathing to decipher what the boy liked most, and by the time he finally began undoing his jeans Frank’s erection was straining to get free.

Frank exhaled shakily and gave a barely audible mewl as Gerard popped the button and dragged down the zip so slowly each little ‘zzzup’ as the teeth came apart could be heard. Gerard laid his cheek down on Frank’s abdomen and watched with lust hazy eyes as he dragged down Frank’s jeans, the human waking a little from his dreamy state just enough to help kick away the denim and his underwear before he sank once more into the pillows.

Gerard bit his lip as he gazed at Frank’s erection, the organ hard and pulsing with need as Gerard wrapped his hand around the base. In all his centuries of existing he had been with many men, and he had given head more times than he could remember. But he was pretty sure he had never done it this way before. He’d been on his knees, sixty-nined, laid down between their legs, hell, he’d even done it standing up. But he’d never attempted it whilst curled up into their side, his head on their belly. Though he was sure as hell gonna give it a shot, since Frank’s stomach was so warm and comfortable he wasn’t leaving for the world.

Frank half wanted to open his eyes and watch Gerard, but he felt so amazingly relaxed he couldn’t even summon enough energy to crack open an eyelid. Though he did raise one hand to rest in Gerard’s hair and feel the dark locks run through his fingers as the vampire shifted down his body a little more to get closer to the head of his erection.

Gerard smiled as Frank played with his hair, his eyelids fluttering as he became overwhelmed with the scent of Frank’s sex. He licked his lips slowly and nudged forward, lazily stroking the base of Frank’s erection as he flicked his tongue against the tip. Frank shuddered and inhaled loudly, his body tensing for just a second before he relaxed again.

“Mm...” He sighed, turning his head to press his cheek into the pillow as Gerard enclosed his lips around just the head of his erection and began to suck lightly. Frank’s heart rate increased and he bit his lip once more, his erection throbbing more as he felt every bit of pleasure his body could muster get centred in the tip of his cock, Gerard’s sucking and flicking tongue driving him crazy.

Gerard moaned softly around Frank at his taste, his vampire senses taking everything in as he slid down just a little more, shuffling down the bed with his cheek resting just at the base of Frank’s snail trail so that he could fit just half of his length in his mouth. He slid his tongue over and around the throbbing flesh, rubbing what wasn’t between his lips with his hand, Frank’s soft panting letting him know he was enjoying it. And Gerard was enjoying it too.

Gerard purred around the velvet flesh in his mouth, tightening his lips around it and hollowing his cheek as he savoured the taste. Frank slowly spread his legs wide, his hand playing tenderly through Gerard’s hair as he breathed heavily. It all felt so good, so incredibly good, his body slumped in relaxation as he rode through the gentle waves of pleasure.

Gerard couldn’t bob his head in the position they were in, so he focused on everything he could do with his lips, teeth and tongue instead. He moved his hand stroking the base of Frank’s erection down to cup his balls, gently rolling them in his palm and sucking a little harder. He was rewarded with a pearl of pre-cum that rolled from the tip of Frank’s cock and onto Gerard’s lapping tongue. He mewled in appreciation and worked his tongue around Frank’s length, greedy for more.

Frank’s head felt as if it was filled with a heavy fog, his eyelids seeming to weigh a ton as he panted softly and arched his head back a little, his hips pushing up just slightly as he felt the familiar heat pooling in his stomach. He was used to his orgasm speeding up and crashing over him in one giant wave whenever he and Gerard did stuff, but this time it felt as if it had been creeping up on him from the very beginning, a high tide making its way ever forward. He mewled softly and sighed, allowing himself to give in to the tender pleasure working its way through his body, Gerard’s hot, wet mouth pulling him into oblivion.

“Mm... Oh Gerard...” Frank breathed, his grip of Gerard’s hair tightening a tiny bit as the pulsing veins in his erection began to throb in earnest against the vampire’s tongue. Frank bit his lip and sighed, burying his face into the pillow he was lying on as his orgasm slowly swept over him.

Gerard knew when Frank was about to cum only because of his heart beat, the rapid pulsing causing his cock to twitch and jerk a little in his mouth. Gerard was filled with eager anticipation as the pulsing finally bore fruit and Frank came into his mouth, the only noise of delight given a simple sigh. But it was enough. That one, gentle breath was laced with so much pleasure it made Gerard’s skin tingle, Frank’s cum spilling over his tongue and he sucked it eagerly down.

Frank clung to Gerard’s hair as he came, the orgasm the most gentle he had ever felt but it lasted longer for it, and by the time he finally slumped back against the soft sheets he felt utterly spent. Gerard pulled off him and licked him ever so tenderly clean, purring like a cat with cream as he lapped the sensitive organ until it was soft once more and he kissed his way back up Frank’s body.

“Mm... Now you look relaxed.” He teased lightly, Frank managing a weak giggle as he turned on his side and curled up against Gerard’s chest, his face nuzzling into his cool skin. He felt incredibly high and he thought to himself, like he so often did, how very lucky he was to have a boyfriend like Gerard. Not just for all the sexual favours – though of course they helped. He was just... he was everything Frank wanted. He was perfect.

“Mm... Why are you not naked yet?” Frank yawned, tugging at Gerard’s sweatpants and making the vampire laugh softly. Gerard gently wrapped his fingers around Frank’s hands and lifted them to his lips. He tenderly kissed each individual knuckle, brushing his lips across the Halloween tattoo before he pressed his lips to Frank’s forehead and tucked some stray hair behind his ear.

“All in good time my love. Sleep now.” He smiled, Frank considering making some smart ass remark about how Gerard appeared to have gone back to his old fashioned gentlemanly roots, but decided against it when he realised how exhausted he really was and nodded instead.

“M’kay... night Gee.” He mewled, Gerard whispering a soft good night back, despite it only being afternoon, and Frank swiftly fell straight to sleep.

>X<

Bob lay on his bedroom floor with wide, unblinking eyes. He had cried and cried ever since Frank walked out and he no longer had any tears left to shed. His eyes itched from it all and he ached to sleep, to escape it all in dreams but whenever he closed his eyes Frank’s words would ring around his head even louder and he couldn’t stand it. Had he just lost his best friend forever? It felt like it.

Frank was the only real friend Bob had. As nice a guy he was always told he was, no one seemed to want to spend much time with him. He was just too boring, too nerdy, even for the people of Salem. He liked transformers and comic books, he was softly spoken, gentle. Frank always said he was like a teddy bear, and Bob had liked it. Everyone liked him, but people didn’t like him. Not like Frank did.

Frank was the only person who seemed to share the same interests as Bob, but Frank was much more popular because he was also loud and bubbly. He was good looking and exciting, his tattoos made him outwardly colourful to match his kaleidoscope personality. When Frank was around the world was all colour and glitter and parties. He was like a big camp rainbow. People liked rainbows. People liked Frank.

No one liked quiet, shy Bob. Why would anyone want an overcast sky when you could have a rainbow?

If Bob didn’t have Frank he didn’t have anyone. He didn’t want to go back to being the loner who was loved only by elderly people because he didn’t graffiti the town. He needed Frank, when he was with him, he automatically became mildly interesting. If Bob didn’t have Frank, he didn’t have personality. And what was the point of living if you didn’t have personality?

Bob knew that he didn’t need to get upset. So he had messed up, people messed up all the time. Once Frank had cooled down he’d no doubt come back and Bob could apologise. They’d work it out like they always did and everything would be okay. But Bob just felt so shocked. He knew Frank wouldn’t be happy with him but he never thought he’d get mad.

Bob considered texting him, just to say sorry, then he’d leave it and let Frank come to him when he was ready. But he knew he’d be with Gerard and the worst thing he could do now would be to interrupt them by sending grovelling messages. Frank probably just wanted to forget he even existed, and Bob could disappear if he wanted to. And at that moment he wanted to... he really wanted to.

Bob sighed and got to his feet, making his way into his bathroom as he ruffled a hand through his blonde hair. Despite the maelstrom of emotions raging through his insides, on the outside he was the picture of serenity. He yawned a little as he wandered into the small room, clicking on the light and opening the cupboard with the razors in. He picked them up and tossed them straight into the bin, never wanting to look at them again. They were ugly and obscene. The shining metal taunting him because Frank didn’t want him anymore.

“Fuck you.” Bob whispered as he stared at them in the bin, his eyes narrowing before he turned and grabbed the end of the toilet roll, yanking it out and working rapidly until he had fistfuls of the thin paper and he pushed that too into the bin, covering up the razors so he wouldn’t ever see them again. Not that he’d be seeing much now anyway. He just wanted to sleep, escape it all until Frank forgave him.

Bob wandered back out of the bathroom and looking around idly, his fists clenching and unclenching as he wondered what to do. He missed the razors already but they weren’t good for him. They’d only make matters worse, and Bob had a much bigger fish to fry.

As the blonde walked out of his room and downstairs he kept his phone in his hand just in case Frank did call or text. He didn’t want to miss the vibrating if he had it in his pocket.

Bob walked into the kitchen and set his phone down, looking at it wistfully once more before unlocking it just in case. The screen came up blank of messages. There was nothing. Only the screen saver of him and Frank at the park. Frank had taken it, he’d bitched and whined for hours until Bob finally agreed to give him a piggy back, and whilst he had been up there Frank had taken the slightly off angle, up close shot of their faces. Bob was frowning due to his hatred of cameras but Frank was grinning widely, eyes squeezed shut giving him a child like look of pure happiness. Bob smiled softly at the sight and gently ran his finger over the screen.

He had made up his mind.

Bob got the feeling he’d probably regret this, but it’s not like it really mattered. You can’t regret anything when you’re dead. And he was fed up of getting in Frank’s way, he was clearly just dragging him down and he just wanted Frank to be happy, and if Gerard was what made him happy, then Gerard he would have.

Bob slid open the cutlery drawer and pulled out the sharpest knife they had. His parents preferred using knives with serrated edges, but this one was smooth. His dad usually made a show of sharpening it against other knives when they had dinner guests, but he rarely used it. Bob felt bad anyway knowing they wouldn’t be able to use it anymore once he was through with it. Blood wasn’t hygienic he was sure.

Bob took the knife back up to his room, just because it felt safer there. He wondered if he was over reacting, if by doing this Frank would get angrier at him. Maybe Frank would only remember him as an irritating guy who over dramatised everything and couldn’t stand up for himself. The thought made Bob feel worse and only clarified that he couldn’t do this anymore. He felt so lost, and besides, this was Salem. He wouldn’t have anything going for him even if Frank was his friend. Salem was just filled with dead people, everyone you passed in the street was dead already. They were just faking life.

Frank had been the only truly living person here, it felt.

Bob sat down against the wall and rolled up his sleeves, biting his lip as he gazed at the cuts and he began to have second thoughts. It would take a long time wouldn’t it? Even if he cut right through his arm so that it fell off he still would have to bleed to death, and if someone found him... He’d seen enough programs about terrible accidents where people lost limbs but survived. Cutting would be too slow, too risky. Did he really want that?

No. No he didn’t.

Bob sighed and put the knife down, gazing miserably at it. He wanted to so badly, but it was just ridiculous. He knew it was ridiculous. Who cut their wrists just because they fell out with their friend? Frank would say he was only doing it for attention anyway, and that simply wasn’t true. Bob hated attention.

Bob rubbed at his aching eyes and considered his other options. He didn’t feel afraid, he felt strangely calm. It was easy to think about what he would do now as he pulled his shirt over his head. As he put it down beside him he shivered, a tingle running up his spine. He felt as if he was being watched, perhaps it was his guardian angel, wanting him to stop. Well, it was too late for that.

Bob picked up the knife again and got to his knees, testing it’s sharpness on his wrist and smiling at the cut. It bled so nicely, and the feeling was familiar. Though it didn’t sting as much as it did with the razor. He allowed himself a moment to watch the blood drip down his arm for a moment before he straightened his back and raised the knife.

The blade glinted in the light as Bob lifted it to rest against his throat. He frowned a little, wondering if he was supposed to say anything. Do anything. Wasn’t it meant to be more dramatic? Shouldn’t he have some famous last words? Shouldn’t he sob and scream and make a scene? He supposed that was for more theatrical people, he guessed he was happy just doing it nice and quiet. Quickly, no need to be dramatic.

’Well.../’] Bob thought. [/’I guess this is it.’

Bob moved the blade right round his neck, pressing it down hard against his flesh, refusing to stop until it sliced right through and the blood poured quickly and hotly over his skin. He gasped and whimpered from the pain, it was nothing like a wrist cut. It bled so fast, it hurt so much, it wasn’t at all enjoyable. Bob coughed and choked as he dragged the blade across his neck, slitting his own throat as he used his strength to keep the blade deep, his hand slipping on the handle from the blood.

Bob’s eyes were wide and the knife fell from his hand without him meaning to let go, his head tipped back and the wound in his neck gaped open, the blood cascading down his chest and over his floor. He coughed and spluttered, the blood bubbling up out of his mouth and pouring down his chin as he fell onto his back, gazing blindly at the ceiling as everything went dark.

Gerard knew he had very little time before it would be too late. He had known Bob would do something drastic, he could sense a lot about a person from his centuries of interacting with people, and he had known from the second Frank told him about the self harming that Bob was not going to take their argument well.

He had made his way to Bob’s house relatively slowly, he didn’t immensely give a shit if the guy wanted to hurt himself. But he knew he should check on him just in case he did more than just hurt. If Bob died Frank would be overcome with guilt he would never get over, and the last thing Gerard wanted was a depressed boyfriend. He knew from experience that grieving people were no fun to be around, let along guilt-ridden grieving people.

So Gerard found himself in Bob’s bedroom, pulling his lifeless body up into his arms as he worked his tongue to build up some saliva. He felt a little pissed off, irritated that he had to save the son of a bitch despite his stupidity. Bob was annoying enough without him trying to kill himself too, though Gerard couldn’t deny, the boy had style. Slitting your own throat was a dying art.

Once Gerard had soaked his tongue in his own spit he pulled Bob closer, lifting his head until the bleeding wound in his neck closed. Gerard leaned forward, pressing the flat of his tongue against the end of the slit and slowly dragging it across to the other end.

Gerard breathed out loudly as his eyes shut. Bob’s blood was delicious.

Gerard pulled him closer, licking over the cut again and again as he lapped up the blood. He swallowed it down as it came into his mouth but he used all of his willpower to stop himself from sucking out more, Bob had lost too much blood already without Gerard taking some himself.

Precious minutes were ticking by like seconds as Gerard licked and licked, stopping only to gather more saliva before he continued. Bob remained motionless in his arms but Gerard expected as much. He continued his licking until his tongue and jaw ached, but Bob’s neck was now clean of blood along the slit which was slowly re-healing itself.

When a vampire fed they could heal the cut with just one flick of the tongue. It would take an hour or so for the cut to completely heal, there was no magic skin re-sealing in front of your very eyes. But vampire saliva, just like any medicine, worked more powerfully the more you applied. Gerard had to lick Bob’s slit throat for ten minutes straight before he deemed it safe enough to stop, the cut now sealed but covered with an angry red scab that was black in the deeper places.

Gerard sat back on his haunches and traced his fingertip over the scab, Bob a sickly pale in his arms but when Gerard checked the pulse he was pleased to find it there. It was weak, but as long it was present that was all Gerard could ask for.

Bob had lost a lot of blood, but the only way Gerard could replace it would be to have Bob drink from him, which when he was unconscious would be difficult enough. Besides, if Bob drank from him he’d become a vampire and Gerard sure as hell didn’t want the guy hanging around for five minutes, let alone forever. He wouldn’t be here saving his life at all if it wasn’t for Frank. But neither he or Bob would ever be grateful for this... because they would never know.

Gerard sighed and got to his feet, carrying Bob to his bed and gently laying him down. He pulled off his jeans to make him more comfortable – the only way for Bob to recover now would be to rest. His body would produce the lost blood but he would be very weak for a long time, at least now he wouldn’t lose anymore. Gerard sighed and pulled the covers up over the unconscious boy, listening to his heart beat for a long while until he was satisfied that Bob would be safe for the night.

Gerard left the room and took the knife back down to the kitchen, he washed it with bleach and slid it right to the bank of the drawer where it would hopefully be remained untouched for a while. He then raided all the cupboards until he found the cleaning supplies and he proceeded back to Bob’s room where he began scrubbing at the floor.
There was no way he’d be able to completely clean up the blood, but using copious amounts of bleach (that took the colour from the carpet but hell, a random colourless patch was better than a bloodstain) and a variety of imaginatively named stain removers he managed to get rid of most of it. Satisfied he put everything back in their correct places before making his way out.

As long as Frank was still asleep when he got back then everything would be fine. Neither he or Bob would ever know that he had just saved his life that night, or at least done all he could to give the blonde a second chance at life. Gerard didn’t feel very happy about it, as far as he was concerned Bob deserved to die if he was going to be so stupid. But he knew it had to be done, at least now if it turned out that Bob really had lost too much blood and ended up dying in the night Gerard could rest easy knowing he had simply done all he could.

A/N: So, I tried to change the pace a little in this chapter and explore Gerard’s character a little more. I’m intrigued to know what you guys thought of it, so be sure to R&R and praise or beat me depending on your thoughts ;)
Eagerly awaiting your discussion XD
Love to you all xo