FicWad

So, this chapter was meant to be out a lot quicker but the last little bit took a while for me to write. I know I’m always apologising and giving you guys excuses but this time I genuinely had other things to worry about, I can’t really give the full story cos’ it’s not my place to say. But call me crazy, I really do love you guys and feel like I can tell you stuff, so I’ll just say this – Monday night a good friend of mine tried to kill himself. He’s okay right now but it just means I need to be there for him and like, try and figure stuff out. In the meantime, I hope you guys like this chapter despite the slightly crap ending and all shall be explained in good time.
You are all amazing people and thanks for reading this insanely long note xD
Ray xo

Frank’s head was spinning as he ran through the large manor, mentally cursing his heart for beating so loud as he tried to find somewhere to hide. He already knew it didn’t matter where he ran to, the pure fact he was alive meant his heart was like a homing beacon that Gerard could follow. No matter what door he went through, what space he hid in, Gerard would find him. His only hope was to get out of the house and out of the woods as quickly as possible.

Frank wasn’t sure what was happening, why he was running from Gerard in the first place. So he was angry that Gerard hadn’t told him that he had had to save Bob’s life the previous night, that didn’t mean he should be afraid of him. And even though Frank was frantically trying to escape the manor he still wasn’t afraid. He just wanted to get to Bob, to have a chance to say goodbye if there was no hope for him. He knew Gerard wouldn’t let him go if he asked so he was gonna have to run for it...

But then Gerard had smirked at him with such an evil glint in his eyes... and Frank had realised it was a good idea to escape the manor for his own safety, let alone to see Bob. He didn’t know what Gerard was planning, but he didn’t like it, and for the first time since he had first met him he felt like prey.

Frank was panting harshly as he ran down the hallways, hunting for any window that wasn’t locked but as his legs worked to keep him moving he realised something. Gerard never opened the windows. He never needed to... Frank skidded to halt, his chest burning with the effort to take in enough oxygen. He knew Gerard wasn’t running, why should he when he knew every move Frank was making? If Frank could smash through the window then he might just make it.

Frank touched the planes of glass in the frame, trying to judge how thick it was. It didn’t feel like it was any sort of special glass, just your average stuff that thieves could always smash through. If they could do it then so could Frank. He took a step back, his heart racing and his ears straining for any sound that Gerard was nearing him. When he heard nothing he took a deep breath, braced himself and ran full force with his shoulder turned to face the glass.

WHAM!

“Fuck!” Frank gasped, stumbling back and landing on his ass after smacking into the window. He groaned and collapsed onto his back, rubbing his arm and shoulder where it had collided with the surprisingly hard glass. The wind had been knocked out of him making it even harder to catch his breath and he squeezed his eyes shut, groaning and struggling back to his feet.

Okay, so that hadn’t worked. On to plan B.

Frank shook his head to clear it, stumbling a little as he began running again, trying to formulate another plan now he had decided windows were not a good route. He would have to smash one using a chair or something, but then it would only be logical to go to the dining room where he would also be on the first floor and wouldn’t risk breaking his neck diving out of the window. After all, it was only Gerard he was running from. There was no need to get so frightened over nothing and hurt himself. Though that thought didn’t stop him from running as fast as his little legs would carry him, just in case.

As he ran he skidded round corners and bashed into walls, too busy glancing repeatedly over his shoulder to really pay attention to the path in front of him. He knew his way around the manor and he knew if he just kept running in this direction he would eventually come circle and back to the stair case, just so long as Gerard didn’t catch him up he would be okay. And with the vampire keeping to a leisurely pace somewhere behind him Frank knew he had a good chance. Gerard was being cocky because he thought Frank would just panic for no reason and get himself into a worse mess, but Frank was thinking straight now and he knew how to get out.

As he ran he prayed silently in his head for God to please save Bob, even just long enough for him to reach him and apologise for everything. He knew he forgot all about Bob whenever a new guy came on the scene but that didn’t mean he didn’t care for him. Hell, he even loved the guy. He didn’t want to lose him, especially without saying goodbye.

Frank came to the final stretch of corridor and grinned, panting heavily as he forced his legs to keep going. Just one more corner to turn and he’d be down the stairs and maybe even through the front door; Had Gerard locked it? He couldn’t remember. He supposed he could try it; he couldn’t see or hear any sign of the vampire so he might have enough time to check before he found a window.

Frank rounded the corner still looking over his shoulder, content that Gerard was nowhere to be seen he allowed himself to slow down just a little, turning to face forward again as he reached the stairs and ran down th-

THWACK

Frank squeaked in shock as he collided hard into Gerard’s chest, the vampire not even moving an inch from his place on the top step. His smirk was still in place and his arms wrapped tightly around Frank in a crushing bear hug before the human could have time to realise what had just happened.

Frank gasped and stumbled back, only Gerard’s strong arms around his waist keeping him from falling backwards onto his butt again. He took a moment to right himself, the same arms that saved him currently making getting back onto his feet pretty difficult, but once he had his balance back he looked up and scowled deeply at Gerard.

“Alright, fine. You win.” He snapped, relieved that his heart was still pounding from the run otherwise Gerard would have heard him react to the look in his hazel eyes. The sparkling orbs were swirling with green, like a mint sauce that was being stirred into melted chocolate, getting swallowed up by the brown before appearing again. It was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

Gerard smirked and chuckled softly at Frank, raising a hand and brushing a stray lock of hair off his cheek with his thumb. “Caught ya’.” He purred, Frank tensing at the soft touch that didn’t suit the devious look in his boyfriends eyes. He bit down on his lip ring and tried not to shake but he... had never seen Gerard look at him like that before.

“I guess you did.” He agreed, his voice trembling only a little and he forced himself not to look away from Gerard’s intense gaze. He wasn’t afraid... there was no reason to be afraid. “Now let me go so I can see Bob.” He said in as demanding a tone as he could muster, but it wasn’t demanding enough.

Gerard laughed loudly at Frank’s words and shook his head, slowly walking Frank backwards to the door of his bedroom. “Oh Frankie, wasn’t the whole point of this little chase for me to catch you so I could have my wicked way with you?” He smirked ominously, Frank biting harder on his lip ring.

“In that case let me go and let me try to escape again, you could hardly call what just happened a chase. You just stood here.” He protested, pushing at Gerard’s chest and wriggling about in his arms to try and get out of his grip but Gerard only laughed lazily and continued walking to the bedroom.

“Oh Frankie Frankie Frankie, you’re not getting out of this one love. I have some things I want to do to you.” He purred, Frank feeling his heart miss a beat in fear and Gerard’s smirk grew. “Don’t be afraid Frankie, I can make this good for you too.”

“You can or you will?” Frank asked nervously, gripping tight to Gerard’s shirt and using all of his strength to break of out of the vampires grip but Gerard didn’t even seem to notice. Frank realised now that he had never managed to break free in the first place, not really. Gerard had simply let him run, just to watch. He had enjoyed it, he had wanted it and Frank had been stupid enough to give it him.

Gerard smirked at Frank and stole a quick kiss from his lips, laughing when Frank squeaked and slapped his cheek. “Well, I can make it good, but if you keep this up then I won’t.” He purred, clearly enjoying himself and Frank felt something that was a strange mixture of fear and excitement spark up his spine.

“Why are you doing this?” He breathed as Gerard kicked the bedroom door shut and released Frank from his arms, letting him back away since there was no way out now anyway. “My best friend is dying, why won’t you let me see him?” He breathed, Gerard shrugging innocently.

“I don’t care about him Frankie. I wouldn’t want you being mistaken about that just because I tried to save him.” He said sweetly, walking slowly towards the human as he continued backing away, not stopping until his back touched the wall and he bit his lip. He wasn’t in a corner thank God; he would be able to dodge to one of the sides when Gerard reached him. Then make a run for the door and... Frank sighed. He knew there was no way out of this; Gerard wouldn’t be so relaxed if there was any way Frank could escape. The man had lived for centuries, Frank was pretty sure he would be able to get whatever he wanted effectively. But he still had to try; he wouldn’t just back down and submit when that’s exactly what Gerard wanted.

“But you care about me don’t you?” He mewled, giving Gerard a pleading look. “That’s why you saved him wasn’t it? For me? Let me go and see him in case he doesn’t make it.” The words sounded alien on his tongue, part of him refusing to believe that Bob could ever die like this. That Gerard would ever refuse him this one simple request if there was any chance he was really going to lose Bob.

“Mm, I don’t think so sugar. Nice try.” Gerard purred, Frank scowling deeply and feeling his heart ache in his chest. So what did that mean? That Gerard didn’t really care? That Frank had just made it all up in his own head, thinking that Gerard actually liked him when in fact this really was just an act. Just a game they were playing so Frank could show off his sexy boyfriend and Gerard could drink his blood.

“So, you don’t care?” He asked softly, trying to keep his voice steady and sound uncaring but the hurt was clear in his voice. Gerard didn’t seem bothered by it though and only smiled softly, reaching Frank and touching his cheek.

“What do you think Frank?” He asked innocently, Frank gasping like he had been struck and he slapped Gerard’s hand away, his heart throbbing with pain like a knife had been driven through it and his anger bubbled up again.

“Get away from me!” He hissed, tears burning in his eyes but Gerard just kept smiling. “I said GET AWAY!” Frank screamed, shoving Gerard with all his might but the vampire grabbed his wrists and easily pinned them against the wall above Frank’s head.

“Hm? What’s the matter Frankie? Did I say something wrong?” He asked sweetly, Frank choking on a sob that got stuck in his throat and he desperately tried to yank his wrists out of Gerard’s grip. He felt stupid. Stupid and naive. He couldn’t believe he had been so wrong.

“Let go of me! Let GO you... you... You monster!” He shouted, Gerard laughing loudly as Frank broke down in tears, his body slumping with only Gerard’s strong grip on his wrists keeping him upright. He felt exhausted and broken, his day just destroyed. He had woke up expecting a wonderful day in bed with his boyfriend, but instead he had had to endure a meal with his father, face the terrifying fact that his best friend was dying and he couldn’t say goodbye, and his beautiful, caring, loving boyfriend was... a vampire.

“You monster...” He sobbed again, Gerard using his free hand to cup Frank’s chin and smirk at him.

“Oh I’m a monster?” He purred, forcing Frank’s head up so that he looked at him, his cheeks sparkling from the tears that dripped down them. He looked utterly delicious when he cried, more beautiful than anything Gerard had ever seen. “You think I’m a monster Frankie? Let me show you what a monster I can really be.” He growled, grinning widely as his fangs visibly sharpened, growing just a tiny bit longer and Frank sobbed harder, his heart racing in fear so fast he couldn’t catch his breath.

“No – No! Gerard don’t, Gerard d – AAAGH!” He screamed loudly and his body convulsed as Gerard lunged so quickly he was just blur, one second he was looking at Frank and the next his fangs were buried deep in his neck, his other teeth sinking but not breaking the skin so that it bruised and ached as he began gulping down the blood he was stealing. “G – Gerard...” Frank choked, his voice failing him as he gasped and breathed heavily, squeezing his eyes shut in horror.

Gerard moaned deep in his throat, his eyes fluttering before falling closed as he pressed tight against his Frank, using his body to keep the younger man pinned to the wall as he greedily suckled on his neck. Frank was crying breathlessly, his hands clinging to Gerard’s shirt though he no longer had the strength to push him away.

Gerard slowly drew his fangs from Frank’s neck once he had got over his initial frenzy, clamping his lips round the wound and sucking hungrily to draw the blood up faster. He had never drank from Frank’s neck before, even with full trust it was always very nerve wracking for someone to allow a vampire to drink from the neck. It made the victim feel much more vulnerable than any other place, and of course it was much more dangerous too. The blood pumped out faster here, made the victim light headed. But Gerard also knew it was the most pleasurable place to feed, for both of them. So he was a sadistic kinda guy and he enjoyed frightening people. Seeing Frank terrified and angry was really turning him on, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to turn Frank on too. And he knew he was succeeding.

As Gerard gorged himself on blood he could hear Frank’s heart beating faster and faster, tripping over its rhythm as if it was hastily trying to push the blood to his mouth quicker. Frank had stopped crying by now, his cheeks wet with lingering tears but his head had dropped back and to the side, giving Gerard more access and instead of pushing him away he was tugging him closer. Frank whimpered and mewled softly, panting as he weakly wrapped a leg around Gerard’s thigh and pushed up against him. Gerard’s jeans tightened as he felt Frank’s hard length pressing against his hip bone, the heat coming from it immense even with their clothes in the way.

“Mmph...” Gerard smirked softly against Frank’s smooth neck and sucked harder, creating a hickey around the bite marks which he then began to lick and kiss gently. He lavished the wound with attention, digging his tongue into the holes to gather up more blood until they slowly began to heal and he drew back, his hand gripping Frank’s chin and forcing his head round to face him. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” He purred, smirking as Frank mewled and shook his head, gasping as Gerard pulled him into a searing kiss.

Frank’s lips were forced apart by Gerard’s tongue and he half moaned, half whined at the taste of his own blood in his mouth. It was such a metallic taste it was almost sharp, cutting through his taste buds and mingling with the flavour that was all Gerard’s own. He whimpered softly and pushed his hands deep into Gerard’s hair, tugging and massaging through the dark locks as he rubbed up against Gerard’s thigh like a horny teenager.

Hell, he was a horny teenager. He had completely forgotten all about Bob almost as soon as Gerard started feeding from him and all he wanted now was the same thing he had wanted that morning. It seemed eons away now and he had waited long enough.

“Umm... I told you I’d make it good for you too.” Gerard smirked, the taste of blood on his tongue keeping his erection straining in his jeans and he scooped Frank up before throwing him down onto the bed. He climbed above him without hesitation, Frank seeming to love the rough handling as his cock visibly twitched inside his jeans.

“I never doubted you for a second.” He panted breathlessly, Gerard laughing and tearing his clothes from him, leaving him naked on the silk sheets in less than a minute.

“Uhuh, I bet.” He scoffed, Frank resting a hand on the back of his neck and tugging him down for another heart stopping kiss. Gerard shimmied out of his own clothes and wrapped a hand around Frank’s throbbing erection, squeezing and pumping quickly to drive the human really wild. Frank gasped and cried out into Gerard’s mouth, the pleasure overload almost too much and he squeaked.

“Oh God – don’t Gee, don’t! I’ll cum!” He gasped, Gerard biting on his lip ring as he smirked.

“And that’s a bad thing?” He purred, Frank nodding vigorously but Gerard didn’t pay any attention to him. He sped up his hand and thumbed the head of Frank’s cock, moving his lips to kiss and suck at his neck, biting at the healing wound and causing Frank’s length to jump in his hand before he screamed out and came hard over Gerard’s fingers and his own stomach.

“F – FUCK!” He cried, gasping as he convulsed against the sheets and Gerard milked him for all he had, smirking as he watched his whole body blush red. He looked truly spectacular, a work of obscene art for only Gerard to see. He slowed his hand down with each stroke until he eventually came to a stop, giving Frank’s softened member one last gentle squeeze before he pulled his hand away.

Frank lay spent and stunned on the bed, feeling like his body had just gone into shock from the sudden swing of emotions. But Gerard was far from done with him.

“Mm... Frankie, you are delicious.” He purred causing Frank to look at him through half lidded eyes. Gerard leaned back, kneeling with his legs spread and his cock standing to attention. He looked at Frank with dark, swirling eyes and lifted his hand, the cum running off his fingers and down his palm, making a path halfway down his wrist before his tongue darted out and slowly licked up. Frank moaned under his breath at the sight, Gerard’s pink tongue lapping at his hand and sucking at his fingers until they were completely clean and Frank could already feel the blood gushing back down.

“Mmm... Get on your knees.” Gerard purred sternly, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument. Frank whimpered softly and obediently pushed himself up, kneeling like Gerard was but the vampire smirked and shook his head. He made a motion with his hand, pointing his finger down and twirling it to indicate Frank needed to turn around. Frank felt his heart jump and his sensitive length began to fill with blood again, causing his body to quiver as he slowly turned to face the wall behind the bed and leant down a little.

Gerard smirked and made a soft noise of appreciation in the back of his throat, moving forward until his erection nestled between the soft cheeks of Frank’s ass, the human mewling gently and pushing his hips back. Gerard purred softly and laid his hands on Franks hips, trailing a line of kisses up his spine and feeling the little trembles of his body in response. He loved how responsive Frank was, he always had. He slid a hand off Frank’s hip and placed it between his shoulder blades, pushing down until Frank’s torso dropped down, his arms sliding up so his hands could clasp beneath one of the pillows and his chest pressed into the sheets.

“Gee...” Frank groaned, biting his lip as he squeezed his eyes shut. His body felt like it was on fire and he was semi erect again already. Gerard kept a hand pressed to his back to keep him down and Frank knew it wasnt because he wanted to make sure he didn’t lean up, it was just because he liked the display of power. And Frank liked it too, he had never really been into rough sex or anything before but... he was sure as hell enjoying it now.

“Shh, I’m gonna take real good care of you baby.” Gerard whispered seductively into Frank’s ear, sliding his hand down to rest on Frank’s hip again. He pulled at him until his legs spread further and he lifted his hips, his face and chest pressed into the sheets and pillows, his ass raised as he practically invited Gerard to enter him.

Gerard moaned softly at the sight, gripping Frank’s tanned hips as he rubbed against his ass, his erection throbbing and leaking pre cum as he kept a slow, steady rhythm. He could be manipulative and persuading at the best of times, but he had never thought he’d be able to get a fuck out of someone who should be trying to save a friend. He was impressed with his own ability and it had been a long time since he’d felt that.

“Hey Frankie... you wanna know something?” He asked innocently, pressing his lips to the tender skin behind Frank’s ear and nibbling playfully. Frank exhaled shakily and nodded, sucking on his lip ring as one of Gerard’s hands snaked round to stroke at his manhood, teasing him back into a full erection with ease. “I’m gonna fuck you...” He smirked, Frank gasping in need. “Would you like that?”

“Yes! Oh God yes...” Frank hissed, shoving his hips back and spreading his legs even more. “Please Gee...” He begged softly and Gerard moaned in delight. He loved to hear Frank plead and he wasted no time in finding a small vial of oil in the bedside table. Frank was growing impatient already and he whimpered as he waited for Gerard to coat his erection in the slick liquid, his soft, growling moans only making Frank harder by the second.

“I have a request for you Frankie my doll.” Gerard whispered into the younger mans ears as he lined up with his entrance, gripping Frank’s hips tight, ready to push into him and Frank moaned impatiently.

“Anything. Ooh... Anything you want.” He whimpered and Gerard smiled softly, kissing at his neck.

“I want you to tell me how good it feels.” He smirked, Frank gasping and moaning loudly when Gerard suddenly yanked at his hips and pulled him forcefully back, pushing his own hips forward at the same time and sliding into Frank in one, fluid movement.

“Oooh! Unnn... It f – feels good... so good...” He cried breathlessly, his muscles clenching around Gerard’s hot length as if to drag him in further. Gerard chuckled quietly and breathed heavily himself, his hand still stroking at Frank’s length, his ears picking up the frantic pulse of the human even as he felt the veins pulsing against his palm.

“It does, does it?” He teased, licking over the shell of Frank’s ear as he nodded frantically.

“Y – Yeah... Oh God Gee, please move. Mmph...” He whined, pushing his hips back until Gerard stilled them with his strong hands and began moving inside him himself. He didn’t waste time by starting slow and building up to a quicker pace in time, since Frank had already cum and Gerard was feeling hotter than ever he decided today he was just going to go for it and get what he wanted.

Frank moaned loudly and panted harshly as Gerard began pounding into him, his hips and thighs slapping into Frank’s ass as he pulled him back with each thrust in. Frank’s head was in a major tail spin and all he could think about was the warm, throbbing length filling him completely. It felt so good, so terribly good and it was all he could do to just press his face into the soft pillows and let Gerard do all the work.

Gerard panted heavily as he fucked Frank hard and rough, his nails digging into the humans hip bones and drawing blood. His senses were invaded with the scent of it and his eyelids fluttered, his fangs still sharp from the feed, his erection filled with the stolen blood that was helping him fuck his boyfriend so deliciously. Everything about the whole situation was hitting all the right buttons for the vampire and although he knew that Frank was probably going to be horrified when he came back to his senses, it was so worth it. Who cared if Bob died, they were having the best sex they’d had since they’d met.

Gerard kept his hand wrapped around Franks’ hard cock, pumping in time to his erratic thrusts as he sought out Frank’s prostate almost without thinking about it. Frank was already beyond himself and when Gerard began pounding into that sweet spot he almost came instantly.

“Oh – FUCK! Gerard!” He screamed, his nails digging into the sheets as he spread his legs as far as he could, his body weakened from the pleasure. Gerard’s lips were once more by his ear, purring pure filth to him as he stroked into him again and again. Frank could hardly believe he had been lucky enough to land a guy like this and soon he was sobbing out how close he was, Gerard picking up the pace until he was going much faster than any human could manage.

“I want you to cum Frankie, unnn I want you to come again.” Gerard groaned, Frank’s muscles clenching around Gerard’s length in rhythmic waves that he couldn’t control. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer so he didn’t even try, just letting the pleasure take over him until after just two more well aimed thrusts to his sweet spot he was cumming again, screaming out as he slammed his hips back and exploded all over the sheets and Gerard’s hand for the second time.

Gerard knew he would never grow bored of the wonderful noise Frank made every time he came and he pushed as deep into him as he could before he too succumbed to his orgasm. He moaned huskily into Frank’s ear and rolled his hips over his ass, spilling deep into him as his body rocked from the force of his climax. Both men mewled and moaned to one another as their orgasms swept through them, lasting longer than either had anticipated. Frank finished first, managing to support himself up until he felt Gerard slump and then he let himself collapse onto the sheets, panting heavily.

“Oh God... Gee... mmph... I love you.” He groaned breathlessly, the words spilling from his lips before he could think about them and Gerard slid to lie down beside him, staring at him in shock.

“What?” He breathed, Frank suddenly realising what he’d said and he met Gerard’s eyes with a horrified stare, tensing in disbelief at his own admission. He couldn’t believe he had just said it but... fuck, it was true..

>X<

Bob felt strange as he slowly began to wake up, his eyelids fluttering and his head spinning. He felt so odd, weirder than he’d ever felt before but also really good. Comfortable almost. His body felt extremely heavy, and yet at the same time as light as a feather. He felt anchored down by gravity even as he began to fly.

“Mm... I... Where am I?” He breathed, or at least it felt like he had spoken, though he could only hear the words in his own head. He groaned and rubbed at his eyes, sitting up and forcing his eyes to open. It was easier than he had expected, all the pain and weakness he had felt before he’d passed out had gone.

As his eyes opened and he took in his surroundings Bob suddenly became aware of all the noise around him, people shouting things to one another as they bustled about, machines whirred and hummed, a heart monitor screamed one, long shrill note. A heart monitor attached to... him?

Bob’s eyes grew wide and he choked on air, staring at his own body laid out on an operating table, a tube attached to his arm feeding blood into his veins. Blood that was not his own. He was surrounded by doctors, a woman holding his head steady whilst a man rubbed some metal shock plates together attached to some electrical wires. Bob felt sick as he watched, unsure to what was happening. How it was possible.

“He’s flat lined for thirty seconds already, we need to get a pulse!” A man who seemed to be the head surgeon shouted and Bob stumbled back against the wall. He knew it was there, knew he was leaning against it, but he couldn’t really feel it against his skin. When he looked down at his hands he found that he couldn’t see them. He couldn’t see himself at all. It was like a terrible dream.

“Alright – Clear!” Bob jolted in horror when an electric shock was pushed into his body through the chest, expecting to feel the pain in his current form but there was nothing. He looked eagerly to the heart monitor but the green line was still flat. The long, painful note splitting into his head like a funeral march. He was dying, no, worse than that. He was... dead.