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Bob gave a soft groan as he began to wake up.

The first thing he noticed was that he felt ridiculously warm and comfortable, snuggled deep beneath his duvet with only the top of his head poking out. He felt oddly safe beneath the covers, as if his body was frail and the duvet was creating a sort of shield around him, and with that thought he noticed a second thing.

He felt weak.

Bob’s eyelids fluttered as he stirred, opening halfway before he gave up and just stared blearily at the folds of duvet in front of him. His body felt strange, as light as a feather and yet as heavy as a ton of bricks all at the same time. His fingers that were curled around the duvet felt thin and brittle, like they were made of shell. His legs heavy, like lead. His eyes ached and his head felt as if it were filled with a thick fog, begging for him to go back to sleep.

Bob yawned and shifted, his arms shaking from the effort of supporting his weight long enough to roll onto his other side and snuggle back down under the covers. He knew in the back of his head that something was terribly wrong, that he must be sick or something to be so weak. He sighed and huffed gently against his pillow, his eyes falling closed of their own accord as he was dragged back into the depths of sleep. For the moment he wasn’t fully aware that anything was up, too tired to focus on anything other than getting back to sleep and it was only a second after he closed his eyes before he was unconscious once more.

>X<

“Mm... Gerard...” Frank sighed, pressing his face into Gerard’s pale chest and purring softly over the skin. “What time is it?” He mewled, his fingertips tracing patterns over and around his vampire’s torso. Gerard yawned and shrugged, one arm wrapped loosely around Frank’s waist whilst he used his other hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“Erm... I dunno... Twelve?” He mumbled, turning to look at the clock on the wall before nodding his head. “Twelve.” He confirmed, smiling when Frank pressed a tender kiss to the dip between his collar bones.

The two of them had slept soundly that night, Frank calm and sated in Gerard’s arms whilst Gerard was content that he had done all he could for Bob, the humans fate no longer his problem and out of his mind.

When Gerard had returned home that night Frank had still been deep asleep, completely oblivious that Gerard had left at all. Gerard had managed to undress and crawl into bed beside his human boyfriend without disturbing him at all, pulling him into his arms and falling asleep with him. Frank’s warmth was something Gerard had found himself coming to love. Sleep was always nicer when he slept beside a fire or something, since his body didn’t generate its own heat. But sleeping beside Frankie was even better; his warm body full of pulsing blood was like heaven between the sheets.

“Mm... Gee... Let’s stay here all day today...” Frank purred, snuggling closer to Gerard and hooking a leg over his waist, pushing up against him with a playful smirk. “Mmm...? We could have breakfast in bed... and then just... have sex all day.” Frank giggled, kissing up Gerard’s neck and giving questioning little mewls as he waited for him to agree with him. Gerard chuckled softly and sighed, stroking the base of Frank’s back.

“Well my love, that would be a wonderful idea but we have to go see your dad remember?” He smirked, Frank tensing as he thought that over for a second before hissing in horror.

“Shit! I completely forgot!” He gasped, groaning in disappointment as he buried his face back into Gerard’s neck. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t remembered how his dad had asked him to meet Gerard, it had been playing on his mind all night even after the argument with Bob... well, all night until Gerard made everything better with that amazing mouth of his. Of course, he could always bring him over to see his dad tomorrow, but Frank guessed it was probably a good idea to just get it over and done with as quickly as possible.

Gerard chuckled softly at Frank’s sulky whining and rolled onto his side to smirk at him. “Hey, don’t worry sugar. We can still have breakfast in bed, and I’m sure we could squeeze in a little something before we have to leave... hmm?” He purred, running his fingertips up the inside of Frank’s thigh, making the younger man squeak softly and blush.

“Gee....” He whined, giggling as he pushed his fingers away. “Breakfast first.” He scolded, Gerard laughing and pressing a tender kiss to his lips as he nodded.

“Of course. Come on you, I’ll make us something nice.” He beamed, sliding out of bed and offering Frank his hand. Frank smiled and took it, lacing their fingers as they made their way out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen.

>X<

Bob trembled lightly as he slept, his mind trapped in the hold of a nightmare as his weak body tried to break him out of it. He had been sleeping for another four hours since he had last woke, and it didn’t look like he was going to be up anytime soon. His skin was still a garish pale colour, his eyelids moving from where his eyes were rolling about behind them. From outside the room footsteps could be heard, slowly making their way up the stairs. Bob was too deeply unconscious to be aware of it, quiet whimpers escaping his dry, cracked lips as he dreamt.

A minute passed before there was a quiet knock on his bedroom door, a female voice calling his name softly. Bob didn’t even stir.

Another minute passed, and the woman called again. Louder this time.

“Bob? Can I come in?” On the other side of the door Bob’s mum bit her lip, wondering if maybe Bob had left the house and she just hadn’t heard. But she had been up early and Bob was usually out of bed by ten. It was long past noon by now though.

“I’m coming in okay?” She called when she once again received no reply. She twisted the door handle and wandered inside, sighing in relief when she saw Bob was indeed here, but then her heart quickly fell again when she realised he was having a nightmare.

Christine rushed to Bob’s side and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently working her fingers through his blonde hair and cooing for him to wake up. Bob struggled with his dreams for a moment, gasping and shaking into the mattress before he shot awake with a sharp inhale.

“Shh... Shh... It’s okay, you were having a nightmare. I’m here now.” Christine whispered, Bob registering the sound of his mother’s voice and struggling to turn over. Once he had managed he collapsed back down, his head resting against her thigh as she stroked a hand down his cheek and felt his temperature. She noted instantly how pale he was, but he didn’t seem to be burning up. “You feel okay honey?”

“Mmm...” Bob considered the question for a moment before he softly shook his head, shuddering gently as he leant against Christine’s touch. “Feel... sick...” He slurred, Christine biting her lip and leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“You look pale, do you want me to ring the doctor?” She asked softly, Bob shaking his head again with a small grimace. He hated hospitals and anything associated with them. Even if the doctor came here to examine him it would still mean that awful antiseptic smell and a case full of needles and pills and bandages. He couldn’t stand any of it.

“No... No, please.” He mewled, Christine nodding her head and hushing him again. She was, of course, aware of Bob’s phobia so she never pushed him to see a doctor unless she was certain there was no other way. For now she would just take care of him herself and hope he improved.

“Okay, you just keep resting, I’m sorry I woke you.” She said gently, Bob sighing as she moved him to lye back down properly and kissed his forehead. “Do you want me to get you anything? Water, food? Any painkillers? A sick bucket?”

“No...” Bob groaned, not wanting to think anymore. He didn’t feel queasy, and he wasn’t in any pain. He just felt tired. Tired and incredibly weak. He could tell there was something wrong, knew his body was trying to tell him but he just couldn’t figure out what. He just wanted to sleep some more.

“Alright sweetie, I’ll check on you in a while okay?” Christine smiled, getting up and leaving Bob to rest, pausing on the way to the door when she noticed something. “Oh! What on Earth did you do here Bob?” She asked in surprise, indicating a large white patch on the cream carpet and Bob sighed, cracking open an eyelid to see what she was on about.

When he saw the large, pristine patch of carpet he frowned, completely confused. “I... have no idea.” He breathed, not really caring either. Christine realised this and nodded, smiling softly, saying it didn’t really matter before she left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Bob sighed and snuggled back down beneath the covers, closing his eyes to get back to sleep. He had no idea what was with the carpet, and he didn’t care but... it was sort of playing on his mind now his mum had pointed it out. He felt like he should know why it was like that, as if he was forgetting something really important. He opened his eyes again to look at it, frowning slightly as his aching mind tried to locate the piece of information he was clearly missing.

Bob sighed and slumped into the mattress when he realised it was just no use. The random bit of white carpet seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and Bob was pretty certain he had had nothing to do with it. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he had ever taken notice of that area of carpet. He couldn’t say that he spent much time scrutinizing his bedroom floor.

Bob shrugged it off and closed his eyes, deciding he just needed to rest. If there was something important he was supposed to be remembering then he was sure it would hit him as soon as he get his strength back u-

“Oh.” Bob gasped, his eyes flicking open again when his head span sickeningly, his memory of the night before washing over him like travel sickness. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, his heart hammering erratically as he took deep breaths to try and reduce the feeling of sickness. He couldn’t remember much, all that had come to him was a flash of images. Himself by the door, knife in hand. The blood on the carpet. The view beneath the bed he had received when he’d collapsed backwards. He could practically feel the heat of blood on his neck...

Bob whimpered softly and began to tremble, his heavy arms struggling up so that he could lay his fingertips over his neck, feeling for the wound he was sure would be there. His head was thudding with pain, it felt as if a hammer was knocking repeatedly on the inside of his skull. How had he survived? Hadn’t he cut deep enough? This was impossible.

Bob slowly opened his eyes again, gazing at the white patch of carpet through wide, bloodshot eyes. Why wasn’t the white patch a bloodstain? He couldn’t have cleaned it himself. The last thing he could remember was blacking out, the moment he was supposed to have died. There was no way he would have been able to get up, clean the carpet somehow, and then get himself into bed. He wouldn’t have had the strength, and he was pretty sure he would remember doing something like that.

Bob swallowed thickly and tried his best to calm down but his head was in a spin. It wasn’t possible. None of this was possible. He suddenly felt as if his world had been tipped upside down and there was no way he could make sense of it anymore. Someone must have saved him. Saved him and then taken the time to clean his floor. But how does anyone save a person who just slit their throat? Bob had made sure there’d be no way to save him, how was any of this possible.

“It... It happened... It did.” Bob croaked, still brushing his fingertips over his neck as he closed his eyes again. He hadn’t imagined it. He knew it had happened. But he couldn’t feel any wound, and that just wasn’t possible either. Unable to take it Bob swung his legs out of the bed, instantly regretting it when his head span even more. The blonde gave a low groan and bowed his head between his knees, praying for the sick feeling to disappear.

Bob was still for a long moment, his body seeming to weigh a ton. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to make it to the bathroom without collapsing, but he had to try. He couldn’t rest now, not when he was so confused.

With a supreme amount of strength and even more will power Bob forced himself to his feet, his weakened body barely able to support his weight and his legs shook. Bob panted deeply and stumbled to the wall, using it for support and leaning heavily against it as he shuffled across the room. He fingers scratched slightly at the wallpaper and his feet scraped across the carpet, his heart fluttering like a baby bird as he made his way shakily to his ensuite bathroom.

It felt like it took forever, but finally Bob fell into the bathroom, his ribs smacking into the sink as he stumbled but with his hands grasping the edges of the ceramic bowl he managed to stay upright. Bob gave himself a moment to regain what little strength he could, panting deeply with his head bowed. He wouldn’t give up now. If the walk to the bathroom had told him one thing it was that something was definitely not right. He wasn’t ill, he was just weak. Exhausted... His body had been through too much he could tell, and if he was as sane as he thought he was then it really was because he had slit his throat. That he hadn’t imagined it and this strange weakness was simply a coincidence.

“Alright... Come on...” Bob urged, willing himself to stop thinking about how nice it would be to just let go of the sink and fall to the floor now, to just rest forever. He had come all this way and all he had to do now was take a look in the mirror. It should have been an easy task but at the moment the thought of trying to lift his head seemed like an impossible task. He was just so tired... so incredibly tired.

Bob licked his dry lips and let himself take a few more deep breaths before his fingers tensed on the edges of the sink. He clenched is teeth and slowly, ever so slowly, looked up into the mirror, tilting his had back so that he could get a good look at his throat. The second he looked at the expanse of his skin his heart missed a beat and then picked up faster than before.

It wasn’t what he was expecting but it still confirmed his thoughts.

Bob had braced himself to see an open, bleeding wound. As if he was already dead and he just didn’t know it. He had half thought he was going to be confronted with something that would have been at home in a horror movie. He thought there would be tattered skin and ruby flesh, blood that would be so dark it would be almost black as it trailed down onto his chest. But of course there was nothing so gory.

But there was something.

Stretching across one side of Bob’s neck to the other was a long, angry red line. It was closed up, the skin healed over it. There wasn’t even a scab to show that had been bleeding anytime previously, but Bob knew it was where he had cut. He also knew he had cut it the night before, yet this wound looked weeks, maybe even months old. The red line was slightly raised, Bob could just about feel it when he touched it. There was no pain, and the line was much neater than he had expected, only slightly wonky from a nervous, unpractised hand. But it was evidence. It was solid proof that Bob hadn’t just dreamt his suicide attempt.

Bob stared at the line for a long moment. Now that his suspicions had been confirmed he didn’t quite know what to think. Everything he had done should have resulted in his death, there was just no way he could survive. And there was definitely now way he could have healed so quickly. Not unless he was magic or something, and he knew from his wrists that he had no strange, magical healing ability. This was different. This had to have had outside help.

But from who? God maybe? Bob highly doubted that. A guardian angel? Bob didn’t believe in things like that, though when he considered it he felt as if he could remember being in someone’s arms after he had blacked out. It was only a flash of a memory, the feeling of strong arms around him. A black shadow hunched over his lifeless form. Could it have been an angel?

Bob’s wide eyes stared back at him from the mirror, his cracked lips parted in shock. Angel’s didn’t exist, did they? That wasn’t possible was it? ’Well, neither is surviving a slit throat with not even a scab to show for it but here you are.’ Bob reminded himself, his heart missing a beat and his head swimming at the thought. His eyes hazed over and he swayed violently a second before he collapsed down onto the floor.

>X<

“Okay, so here’s the plan. We go in there, show our faces, cope with the ‘if you hurt my son...’ talk and then hightail it back home to finish off we started.” Frank beamed as he smoothed down Gerard’s waist coat, the vampire chuckling and pecking Frank’s lips.

“Don’t worry Frankie, I got this.” He smirked, taking the younger man’s hand in his and lacing their fingers. Frank prayed that he didn’t hear the way his heart fluttered softly, his cheeks tingeing a light pink as he smiled up at him. He was sure Gerard would be fine facing his dad, the guy had centuries of experience when it came to dealing with people. Frank was a different story though and he was dreading this little meeting. If it hadn’t been for the spectacular morning sex, and the promise of even better evening sex then he was sure he wouldn’t be stood here right now.

“Okay... Just, don’t take any shit off him okay? I never do.” He giggled and Gerard laughed with a nod, squeezing Frank’s hand comfortably before he tugged him up the drive to the door of his house.

“I won’t, quit fretting.” He smirked, knocking politely on the door before Frank rolled his eyes and dragged him inside. Gerard chuckled lightly and rolled his eyes fondly, taking off his shoes when Frank did before leaning casually against the wall as Frank walked slowly down the hall way, his hands raised and clasped nervously against his chest.

“Dad? I’m home!” He called loudly, pausing halfway down the hall and waiting for a reply. A grunt of acknowledgement came from the living room and Frank poked his head round the door.

Frank Sr. sat on the couch with a beer in hand. It was nothing new but this was the first time it had made Frank blush. It was only early afternoon and his father was drinking already? He knew he would be, but that hadn’t stopped him from hoping that his old man might have waited a little today. He didn’t want Gerard knowing that he was being raised by an alcoholic.

“Dad... Erm... I’ve brought Gerard round...” Frank mumbled timidly, Frank Sr. pausing with his bottle raised halfway to his lips. He turned to look at Frank, quirking his eyebrow before he scoffed.

“Well bring him in then.” He demanded, rolling his eyes as if Frank was stupid or something, taking a large gulp of beer as Frank scuttled out and beckoned for Gerard to follow him.

Gerard pushed off the wall and smiled comfortingly at Frank as he walked to his side. Of course he could hear everything perfectly, and he hadn’t missed the way Frank had become much more nervous sounding around his dad. His father himself very abrupt with his speaking and Gerard didn’t like it. Usually he enjoyed being around people who asserted their authority and power like that, people who saw themselves as better than others. That kind of attitude was just so much more interesting, but when it was directed towards Frank that was a whole different story.

Gerard followed Frank into the living room and met Frank Sr.’s gaze head on when the man turned his head to look at him. His expression was unimpressed, and his eyes narrowed when Gerard didn’t shy away from his gaze. Gerard wasn’t entirely sure why or when he started caring about Frank as much as he did, but he wasn’t about to question it. Now wasn’t the time to worry about what he was feeling, now was the time to act on it.

“So... you’re Frank’s boyfriend?” Frank Sr. said flatly, Gerard nodding and offering the man his hand. Frank Sr. looked at it but didn’t take it, Gerard keeping it there anyway until he finally gave up and shook it quickly.

“That’s right, I’m Gerard.” He said politely, Frank Sr. sniffing in disgust and picking up his beer again as Frank tugged Gerard to sit beside him on the sofa opposite his dad.

“Frank.” He grunted as a way of introduction, meeting Gerard’s gaze again. “But you can call me Mr. Iero, saves confusion.” He added sweetly, Gerard not rising to the bait and nodding with a smile.

“Thank you Mr. Iero.” He smiled, knowing that Frank Sr. was using the formal term as a way to try and assert power over him, but it didn’t bother him. Things like that hadn’t bothered him ever since he had become a vampire and he had been happy in the knowledge that he could kill the ignorant prick in seconds.

“So...” Frank Sr. sighed, looking to his son for a moment before gazing back at Gerard. “It’s nice to finally meet the man who’s been sleeping with my only child. I was wondering when you’d show your face.” He said bluntly, Frank blushing deeply and scowling at his father. Gerard smirked softly and bit back his chuckle, leaning back into the sofa with an easy smile.

“I apologise we didn’t come sooner, I –”

“That isn’t fair dad! You told me you didn’t want to meet Gerard.” Frank interrupted angrily, his father blushing and grimacing a little before he brushed the words away with a sweep of his hand.

“That’s not the point.” He shrugged, Frank leaning forward with clenched fists.

“Yes it is!” He snapped, going to continue arguing but Gerard laid a hand gently on his shoulder and pulled him back, smiling warmly at him.

“Hey, don’t worry Frankie. It’s fine.” He purred, Frank meeting his gaze with hurt eyes before he sighed and nodded. He couldn’t stay angry when Gerard looked at him like that and he smiled weakly, mumbling a soft apology to Frank Sr. before he laid his head down on Gerard’s shoulder and slipped an arm around his waist, knowing it would irritate his dad and that just made it feel all the sweeter.

Frank Sr. scowled lightly when Frank cuddled into Gerard’s side, the older man happily wrapping his arms around him, clearly unphased that the boy’s father was present. If Frank had had a girlfriend than Frank Sr. wouldn’t mind them cuddling up or even kissing in front of him. But having to witness his son getting close to another boy was just a different matter entirely. Not that that was the reason Frank Sr. was being so cold towards Gerard. He could just about handle the fact that Frank was gay if he had to, but everything Bob had said about Gerard was still clear in his mind and he wasn’t going to be fooled by his good looks and easy charms like Frank was.

“So Gerard, tell me about yourself.” Frank Sr. demanded lightly, Gerard meeting his gaze and shrugging.

“What would you like to know?” He asked politely, Frank Sr. drinking some more beer as he thought it over. He wasn’t sure what sort of things you were supposed to ask your son’s boyfriend, but he figured he couldn’t go wrong with age as a starter.

“Well, how old are you?”

“Twenty four.” Gerard replied without missing a beat, Frank Sr.’s scowl intensifying.

“Five years older than Frank.” He pointed out with forced calm and Gerard nodded, Frank opening his eyes to frown at his father. He knew his dad wasn’t going to accept him and Gerard easily but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let him use age as an excuse.

“Yes sir.” Gerard agreed, smiling sweetly. “But we’re both adults.” He pointed out, Frank Sr. pursing his lips, clearly not impressed by that argument but he had more questions to ask.

“Okay. What do you do for a living?” He continued, his eyes rolling at Gerard’s answer. “An artist? I can’t imagine you’re making much then.” He said coolly, Frank gasping and going to snap at his dad again but Gerard spoke before he could.

“Actually, you’d be surprised.” He shrugged, Frank Sr. raising his eyebrows. Now he was listening.

“Would I?” He asked, his tone softer this time. Was this guy rich? If he had money then that changed things. Frank Sr. wasn’t exactly the wealthiest guy in the town and he was struggling to provide for himself, Frank and his alcohol addiction. If Frank could get in with a rich guy then that was just one less thing to pay for. Hell, Frank could move in with him for all he cared, then he wouldn’t even have to buy much food since he could go without a meal or two a day.

“Mhmm...” Gerard nodded, his hazel eyes taking in the changes to Frank. Sr.’s body language. He could tell that the middle aged man had suddenly changed his tune, and Gerard knew from far too many experiences how different the mention of money could make people. He realised now what Frank Sr. was really concerned about and he smirked. “I make enough to live in a mansion, let’s put it that way.” He said calmly, Frank Sr.’s eyes nearly bugging right out of his head.

“Really?” He breathed, smiling warmly at Gerard and leaning back in his seat. “Well... that is a surprise. No wonder Frank likes you then huh?” He laughed, Frank blushing deeply and shaking his head at Gerard, the vampire chuckling and kissing his cheek to show he knew that wasn’t the case.

“Dad.” Frank groaned, mortified by his father’s sudden change in attitude and Frank Sr. looked at him, shrugging innocently.

“What?” He squeaked, turning what he hoped was a winning smile back on Gerard. So the guy was rich. To think, his own little son had managed to pick up a rich man. Frank Sr. didn’t give a damn anymore if Bob was right about there something not being quite right about Gerard. Hell, if Frank liked him then that was good enough for Frank Sr. So what if Gerard turned out to be a bit of an asshole and beat Frank up or got all possessive or whatever it was Bob was worried about. The guy was rich, and if Frank got in with him then that meant Gerard was also obligated to send some of his cash Frank Sr.’s way.

“Well, you seem pleasant enough Gerard. Of course, if you hurt my son then I won’t hold back on hurting you. Though you know that already I’m sure.” Frank Sr. laughed, his voice holding none of the conviction that it should have contained when threatening a man to try and protect is son. It was clear even to Frank that his father had only one thing on his mind now.

“Of course. I would never hurt him sir, don’t worry.” Gerard smiled, Frank Sr. beaming at him and raising his beer glass in a mock toast.

“Wonderful, wonderful. You’ll be staying for dinner won’t you? Frankie, get some food on lad. I’m starved here.” He chuckled, in a much brighter mood now he had deemed Gerard suitable for his only child. He had dollar signs in his eyes and both Frank and Gerard knew it.

Frank scowled softly and nodded, getting to his feet and dragging Gerard with him into the kitchen to find something for dinner. He was annoyed that he had to cook at all, he had wanted to be in and out of the house as quickly as possible, wanted to just go back to the manor and let Gerard make everything perfect again. But everything felt all wrong at that moment.

Gerard leant against the counter and watched Frank storm about the kitchen, clattering about as he grabbed a bag of pasta and roamed through the cupboards for something to put with it. He could tell that the short man was angry, and Gerard couldn’t help but feel a little amused by it.

“So... I think that went well.” He said innocently, Frank slamming a saucepan onto the hob and turning to scowl at Gerard.

“I’m glad you do.” He snapped, turning to root through the fridge and tensing when Gerard was suddenly behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist and his lips pressed to his ear. Frank’s anger dissolved as quickly as it had boiled up and Gerard chuckled huskily into his ear, pulling Frank back until he was pressed tight against his body.

“What’s the matter baby? You’re dad’s fine with us, I thought that’s what you wanted?” He purred, humming softly as he kissed down Frank’s neck and sucked lightly at the scorpion tattooed on the skin. Frank sighed and closed his eyes, biting down on his lip ring. He couldn’t help but melt into Gerard’s arms and he mentally scolded himself for giving in so easily.

“It was but... I mean it is I just... Ugh, he’s only accepted us cos’ he thinks you’re fucking loaded.” He groaned, tensing for a moment before Gerard’s hungry kisses relaxed him again. Gerard shrugged and slipping his hands into Frank’s pockets, massaging his thighs with his fingertips.

“So what? Just so long as he’s accepted us, what does it matter?” He asked sweetly, loving how easy it was to make Frank melt for him. He knew that Frank Sr. was only going to be agreeable whilst he was under the illusion that he was going to be getting some money out of this, and that was just fine for now. The only thing that bothered Gerard at all was how obvious it was that Frank Sr. didn’t really care about what happened to Frank in the mean time.

Frank sighed and mewled softly, willing himself not to get too lost in Gerard’s gentle ministrations. “Mm... But... But it’s just not right. He shouldn’t be accepting you for money, you should never have put that idea in his head.” He groaned, Gerard pausing and tensing slightly.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked softly, stunned. For a minute a flash of anger had hit Frank’s voice and it caught Gerard off guard. He wasn’t so charming that no one ever got mad at him, but he would never expect that Frank would get angry, especially not over something so small. Not when he wasn’t purposely trying to irritate him.

“What?” Frank breathed, his eyes opening for a second and he frantically shook his head, turning in Gerard’s arms and wrapping his arms around his neck, gently pecking his lips. “No. God no, of course I’m not. I’m angry at him for suddenly welcoming you with open arms because he thinks you’re gonna be flashing the cash. It’s just... It’s fucking embarrassing.” Frank whined, Gerard smiling gently and capturing his lips in a deep kiss.

Frank hadn’t been expecting that kind of response and he moaned quietly, sinking against Gerard’s chest and happily granting him access, their tongues meeting in a passionate kiss. Frank was already desperate to go back to the manor so that they could really lose themselves in each other, but Gerard was still fully in control and he broke far too soon for Frank’s liking.

“Mm? Gee...” Frank whined, trying to kiss him again but Gerard stopped him, smirking as he laid a finger over Frank’s pouting lips.

“Instead of getting angry baby, why don’t you be happy? At least with your dad accepting us – whatever the reason may be – he’ll be thrilled to see you spending time with me. Hell, he’ll be begging you to stay at mine. This just means we can spend even more time together.” He purred, Frank meeting his gorgeous eyes and gasping softly. Of course, why hadn’t he thought of that?

“O – Oh... Wow. I... Never thought of it that way.” He whispered, a slow smile spreading over his lips and Gerard smirked along with him. They met in a second, passionate kiss and Frank squeaked when Gerard playfully slapped his ass before going to start the food.

Frank’s mood had improved dramatically and he smiled dreamily to himself. Maybe his dad being such a money hungry idiot wasn’t a bad thing after all.

>X<

“Mmph... uunn...”

“Bob? Oh God, honey are you okay?” Christine stopped biting her nails and cupped her sons face, watching with worried eyes as he began to stir and mumble softly.

“Mm... mm... Mum?” He breathed, his head pounding and his throat hoarse as he slowly came to. He could remember everything that had happened before he passed out clearly so it was a shock when he found himself back in his bed and not on the bathroom floor. Had his mum managed to get him back into bed all on her own? He opened his eyes and looked at her concerned expression, feeling a surge of love her. Bob had a close relationship with his mum, something he sometimes felt guilty about, what with knowing how awful Frank and his dad’s relationship sometimes was.

“Oh God, are you okay sweetie? I came to check on you and found you in the bathroom, I’ve called the doctor and he’s on his way.” Christine said gently, Bob groaning softly but he didn’t complain. She knew he hated the doctor but she had been so scared, she had been moments away from calling an ambulance. “I’m sorry Bob, but something is clearly not right. And you’re neck is all red.” She whimpered, Bob blushing deeply and trying to hide beneath the covers.

“Okay... It’s okay. I’m sorry I scared you.” He mumbled, Christine sighing and stroking his hair gently. She wanted to ask him so many question, to try and figure out what was wrong exactly. But it was obvious he was still far too weak to talk much, so all she could do was sit back and try to keep him as comfortable as possible until the doctor arrived.

“Do you need me to get you anything?” She asked gently, Bob shaking his head at first before he hesitated. He thought over everything he could remember for a second before biting his lip, peeking up at his mum from beneath his covers.

“Erm... Actually, could you call Frankie for me?” He asked weakly, Christine looking at him in surprise before sighing.

“What for honey? You’re not well enough to have visitors right now.” She said as softly as she could, not wanting to refuse him anything when he was clearly so sick but she didn’t want Frank coming over and sapping more of Bob’s energy. But her son was insistent and she could hear urgency in his voice.

“Please mum, it won’t be for long. I just really need to see him. It’s so important its –” Bob stopped and began to cough, his throat dry and aching and he whimpered quietly, bowing his head with tears in his eyes. Christine swallowed the lump in her throat and kissed his cheek, squeezing his hand softly.

“Okay, okay. I’ll call him. I’ll be right back.” She whispered, Bob trying to choke out a soft thank you but his throat closed up on him and all he could do was offer a tiny smile before he slumped back down into his pillows.

Hey guys, so yeah, just (another) apology for taking so long (again) to get this chapter out x__x I’m just so frustrated cos’ I know where I wanna take it but I don’t really know how to get there -head desk-
Still, I think I have my general direction now so please stick with it and you know I love you all. Even more than chocolate. Yeah. That much x)
xox