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A Part of Our Minds and Part of Our Flesh
Well, alone together, there really is only one thing that an Incubus and a vampire could get up to...
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Gerard let out a hushed gasp as a swirling red mist deposited a near naked Frank Iero onto his bed. The young succubus peered up from under his hair and bit his lip; he was kneeling amongst the plush velvet pillows, with his knees spread wide and inviting with nothing to cover his modesty but tight black boxers. Gerard’s back stiffened as he sniffed at the air, smelling the potent pheromones that the demon was releasing into the room, as a vampire, he was fully aware of the tricks boy was trying to pull, but he was not immune to the effects. Frank raised a hand to scrape his fingers through his hair, almost nervously, whilst his left hand rested on his pale thigh, nails barely scratching at the skin.
“So,” He said, drawing the word out in a voice that sent shivers creeping across the room and down Gerard’s spine. “Do you wanna?”
The crimson haired, razor fanged vampire grimaced, almost in a snarl, eyes burning into those of the boy before him.
“Do I wanna what?”
Frank wavered for a split second, fear momentarily pooling in the pit of his stomach, before he glanced over to Gerard, and had to look away to stifle a smug giggle. The vampire was aching for it. The young incubus could feel the increased undead pulse from across the room, sending blood to places that hadn’t seen it in so long, in fact, now that Frank looked closer, Gerard was practically blushing. Licking his lips, Frank let his tongue linger for a moment before he edged towards the vampire, crawling along like something possessed.
“Oh, you know baby, you know it couldn’t be anything else.” He murmured, a devilish smirk playing across his face.
Breath halted in his body as a hand clamped itself over Frank’s delicate throat and hauled him up; leaving his legs sprawling in the air, trying to find a foothold as his hand desperately scrabbled at Gerard’s arm in an attempt to find some leverage. If he could, Frank would have whimpered in fear like a kicked dog when he looked down at Gerard’s face; the once kind hazel eyes were now white and unseeing, the black pin pricks of his pupils spitting fire at the young boy. Tears welled up in Frank’s eyes as his vision blurred and his lungs burned.
The world stopped in the starless sky and all fell silent for a few slow heart beats.
Then the colour rushed back into Gerard’s eyes and he dropped Frank back onto the bed, as if the boy’s skin burned like the surface of the sun, and stumbled back against the wall.
“Fuck.” Spat the vampire, scratching his nails over his face as Frank coughed and spluttered where he sat among the pillows. “Fucking asshole temptress cocksucker.”
“Yeah see, you knew what I meant.” Frank giggled, wincing at the pain.
“Shut up.” Snarled Gerard, dropping his hands to his sides, revealing steadily healing angry red claw marks criss-crossing his face. “Don’t do that to me again.”
The air sparked and crackled with the tension between the two creatures of the night, and if it weren’t for Franks still raspy breaths, the silence in the room would simply be pulsing around them. Frank leant back on his elbows as Gerard rubbed the back of his hand back and forth across the tip of his nose, his porcelain skin now once again smooth and flawless. The vampire took a few slow, decisive steps towards his bed, eyes locked on the young man before him; Gerard had been deprived of contact from the outside world, especially contact of the more intimate nature, and at that moment this scruffy, pudgy, arsehole of a teenaged Incubus before him looked especially delicious laid out on Gerard’s bed in the half-light of his desk lamp.
And despite the voice in the back of his head calling ‘Don’t, they’ll kill you for this, they’ll kill you.’ Gerard could not stop himself from toeing off his shoes and crawling up onto his bed, and up over Frank, dragging his nails across the boy’s chest as he raised his hand up to stroke Frank’s cheek, then running his hand into his hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging Frank’s head back to expose his soft, virgin throat. Gerard ran his tongue over his parched lips as Frank swallowed nervously, his Adams apple bobbing up and down.
Tentatively, the scarlet haired vampire dipped his face into the crook of Frank’s neck and inhaled deeply, nuzzling across the warm flesh and timidly poking his tongue out to taste at the young Incubus’ skin. Frank gasped at the warm wetness, Gerard’s body was hovering above him, supported by the vampire’s muscular arms, and Frank’s body was beginning to ache and shiver with anticipation, the only contact between the two creatures was Gerard’s tongue quaking against Frank’s throat.
Gerard groaned softly in aggravation and wrenched himself away, though was unable to put more than a few inches between himself and the mouth-wateringly teasing boy’s jugular. He shook his head vigorously like a dog shaking itself off after a bath, screwing his eyes shut and grimacing. Frank bit his lip and reached a hand up to press lightly against the vampire’s chest, rubbing his thumb against the black cotton T-shirt lightly.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, his shining hazel eyes darting back and forth over Gerard’s face, trying to read the emotions that had etched themselves onto the smooth, pale skin.
“I can’t.” Gerard growled lowly, “They’ll kill me.”
“Why? Why would who kill you?”
“The rest of us, my friends, they’ll have no choice.” Gerard sighed and opened his eyes, staring down at the young man beneath him. “I’m a monster, and there is a pact I have with them to allow me to live.” He reached down and traced a finger across Frank’s throat, right over his jugular, feeling the steady pulse underneath his fingertip. “If human blood passes my lips then they have no choice but to exterminate me.”
Frank bit on his lip lightly. “But I’m not a human, you could drink my blood, they’d allow that right?"
Gerard chuckled sadly, “Your mother is human, and her blood runs through your veins.”
“But...” Frank started, but Gerard silenced him with an impulsive kiss.
“Shush now Frankie, how about we do what you came here for, and then you go home and forget this ever happened, and we both sleep easy in our beds.”
Frank could only kiss back in response, slipping his arms round the older man’s waist and closing his eyes. The vampire’s grip around him was strong, his lips were warm and soft, and Frank soon felt his body starting to react to the leg that Gerard had slipped between frank’s and pushed up against the teenager’s achingly sensitive cock. Frank shivered and opened his mouth, inviting the older man in, but also desperately curious to feel the vampire’s fangs for himself. Gerard licked around Frank’s lip before delving into the warmth of the boy’s mouth, running his tongue beneath Frank’s before the boy finally plucked up enough courage to slip his hand down to the front of the vampire’s trousers, fumbling with the buckle and button, before Gerard sat back on his heels and removed the item of clothing himself, revealing an exciting lack of underwear, before reaching to Frank’s boxers and whipping them off in one fast, fluid action.
The young Incubus gasped and shivered as Gerard licked his lips at the sight before him, slowly lowering himself back over Frank, kissing and nipping at Frank’s stomach and chest as he edged himself up Frank’s body, kissing a line up Frank’s throat to his face, where he paused and stroked back the hair that had become stuck to Frank’s forehead with sweat. Biting nervously at his lip, Frank shakily unbuttoned Gerard’s shirt, but before he could push it from the crimson haired vampire’s shoulders, Gerard nipped at his neck, causing Frank jolt and stop what he was doing.
“Shush,” mumbled the vampire, petting at Frank’s hip to calm the boy, “You done his before?”
Frank looked Gerard up and down warily before shaking his head shyly from side to side.
Gerard nodded in confirmation, pressing light kisses to Frank’s jaw.
“Okay, do you know if you need any preparation?” asked Gerard as he suckled on Frank’s earlobe.
“Um, I don’t know.” Replied Frank breathlessly, “Though, as an Incubus, I guess I’m kinda ready prepared, I think.”
Gerard hummed in reply, leaning over to his bedside table to pull out a bottle of lube and flicking the cap, squeezing out a generous portion onto his fingers. Frank frowned at the vampire’s hands.
“You have company often?” He asked, feeling an unwanted pang of jealousy at the bottom of his stomach.
Gerard chuckled, “Only with my hand.” As he spread Frank’s legs and slathered the lube on his dick, biting his lip slightly as he did so.
“You must be lonely.” Frank said softly.
Gerard nodded sadly, “I am.” He confirmed as he eased himself into the Incubus laid out before him.
Frank gasped and squirmed slightly at the pain, gulping in large breaths as he tried to relax his body, despite being a demon designed for the sexual satisfaction of other creatures, he was still a virgin, and so painfully tight. Gerard leant down and murmured encouraging words into the boy’s ear as he slowly started to build up a rhythm, his hands locked firmly on Frank’s hips as he drove himself in and out, causing Frank to moan and arch his back into the movement as the vampire kissed and suckled at his collarbone and the sensitive stretch of skin where his neck joins to his shoulder. Frank groaned and dragged his nails down Gerard’s back, throwing his head back and panting loudly.
“Bite me.” He gasped out, “Bite me, please Gerard. Bite me, I can take it, please.”
Driven out of his mind with passion and a burning bloodlust, Gerard was unable to stop himself, his irises turned white as his teeth sliced and ripped at Frank’s tender throat, exposing pulses of blood that he hungrily lapped up, still pounding into the young Incubus below him. Gerard panted as he licked at Frank’s throat, overcome by the pleasure of blood and sex. Shivering from the pain, Frank whimpered to the vampire to slow down, to ease up, but his words fell on deaf ears, and the strength to push the blood hungry monster off of him was gushing out of him along with his blood, quickly devoured before getting the chance to stain the sheets.
Finally though, the crimson haired vampire pulled his face away from Frank’s throat, blood smeared across his cheeks and dripping from his mouth, which was opened and panting as he approached his climax. Frank lay beneath him, no longer with the strength nor the energy to thrust his hips in time with the older man’s, but nonetheless writhed beneath Gerard as his orgasm shuddered through him, crying out and grasping for the vampire’s hand, squeezing it tightly as Gerard moaned and slammed into him, riding out their orgasms.
The air was still humid, and there was a definite scent of blood about the room, but other than that there was little evidence to suggest what had happened a few mere minutes ago. Frank had only waited long enough for his neck to heal, which even Gerard had to admit, was surprisingly fast, before he slipped from the bed, retrieved his underwear from the lampshade where they had landed after Gerard flung them across the room in a fit of passion, and left Gerard with nothing but a chaste kiss and a satisfied feeling low in his stomach to remind him what had happened that night. The red headed vampire still lay in his bed, pondering over the devilishly delicious teenager and whether or not he would live to see him again.
“So,” He said, drawing the word out in a voice that sent shivers creeping across the room and down Gerard’s spine. “Do you wanna?”
The crimson haired, razor fanged vampire grimaced, almost in a snarl, eyes burning into those of the boy before him.
“Do I wanna what?”
Frank wavered for a split second, fear momentarily pooling in the pit of his stomach, before he glanced over to Gerard, and had to look away to stifle a smug giggle. The vampire was aching for it. The young incubus could feel the increased undead pulse from across the room, sending blood to places that hadn’t seen it in so long, in fact, now that Frank looked closer, Gerard was practically blushing. Licking his lips, Frank let his tongue linger for a moment before he edged towards the vampire, crawling along like something possessed.
“Oh, you know baby, you know it couldn’t be anything else.” He murmured, a devilish smirk playing across his face.
Breath halted in his body as a hand clamped itself over Frank’s delicate throat and hauled him up; leaving his legs sprawling in the air, trying to find a foothold as his hand desperately scrabbled at Gerard’s arm in an attempt to find some leverage. If he could, Frank would have whimpered in fear like a kicked dog when he looked down at Gerard’s face; the once kind hazel eyes were now white and unseeing, the black pin pricks of his pupils spitting fire at the young boy. Tears welled up in Frank’s eyes as his vision blurred and his lungs burned.
The world stopped in the starless sky and all fell silent for a few slow heart beats.
Then the colour rushed back into Gerard’s eyes and he dropped Frank back onto the bed, as if the boy’s skin burned like the surface of the sun, and stumbled back against the wall.
“Fuck.” Spat the vampire, scratching his nails over his face as Frank coughed and spluttered where he sat among the pillows. “Fucking asshole temptress cocksucker.”
“Yeah see, you knew what I meant.” Frank giggled, wincing at the pain.
“Shut up.” Snarled Gerard, dropping his hands to his sides, revealing steadily healing angry red claw marks criss-crossing his face. “Don’t do that to me again.”
The air sparked and crackled with the tension between the two creatures of the night, and if it weren’t for Franks still raspy breaths, the silence in the room would simply be pulsing around them. Frank leant back on his elbows as Gerard rubbed the back of his hand back and forth across the tip of his nose, his porcelain skin now once again smooth and flawless. The vampire took a few slow, decisive steps towards his bed, eyes locked on the young man before him; Gerard had been deprived of contact from the outside world, especially contact of the more intimate nature, and at that moment this scruffy, pudgy, arsehole of a teenaged Incubus before him looked especially delicious laid out on Gerard’s bed in the half-light of his desk lamp.
And despite the voice in the back of his head calling ‘Don’t, they’ll kill you for this, they’ll kill you.’ Gerard could not stop himself from toeing off his shoes and crawling up onto his bed, and up over Frank, dragging his nails across the boy’s chest as he raised his hand up to stroke Frank’s cheek, then running his hand into his hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging Frank’s head back to expose his soft, virgin throat. Gerard ran his tongue over his parched lips as Frank swallowed nervously, his Adams apple bobbing up and down.
Tentatively, the scarlet haired vampire dipped his face into the crook of Frank’s neck and inhaled deeply, nuzzling across the warm flesh and timidly poking his tongue out to taste at the young Incubus’ skin. Frank gasped at the warm wetness, Gerard’s body was hovering above him, supported by the vampire’s muscular arms, and Frank’s body was beginning to ache and shiver with anticipation, the only contact between the two creatures was Gerard’s tongue quaking against Frank’s throat.
Gerard groaned softly in aggravation and wrenched himself away, though was unable to put more than a few inches between himself and the mouth-wateringly teasing boy’s jugular. He shook his head vigorously like a dog shaking itself off after a bath, screwing his eyes shut and grimacing. Frank bit his lip and reached a hand up to press lightly against the vampire’s chest, rubbing his thumb against the black cotton T-shirt lightly.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, his shining hazel eyes darting back and forth over Gerard’s face, trying to read the emotions that had etched themselves onto the smooth, pale skin.
“I can’t.” Gerard growled lowly, “They’ll kill me.”
“Why? Why would who kill you?”
“The rest of us, my friends, they’ll have no choice.” Gerard sighed and opened his eyes, staring down at the young man beneath him. “I’m a monster, and there is a pact I have with them to allow me to live.” He reached down and traced a finger across Frank’s throat, right over his jugular, feeling the steady pulse underneath his fingertip. “If human blood passes my lips then they have no choice but to exterminate me.”
Frank bit on his lip lightly. “But I’m not a human, you could drink my blood, they’d allow that right?"
Gerard chuckled sadly, “Your mother is human, and her blood runs through your veins.”
“But...” Frank started, but Gerard silenced him with an impulsive kiss.
“Shush now Frankie, how about we do what you came here for, and then you go home and forget this ever happened, and we both sleep easy in our beds.”
Frank could only kiss back in response, slipping his arms round the older man’s waist and closing his eyes. The vampire’s grip around him was strong, his lips were warm and soft, and Frank soon felt his body starting to react to the leg that Gerard had slipped between frank’s and pushed up against the teenager’s achingly sensitive cock. Frank shivered and opened his mouth, inviting the older man in, but also desperately curious to feel the vampire’s fangs for himself. Gerard licked around Frank’s lip before delving into the warmth of the boy’s mouth, running his tongue beneath Frank’s before the boy finally plucked up enough courage to slip his hand down to the front of the vampire’s trousers, fumbling with the buckle and button, before Gerard sat back on his heels and removed the item of clothing himself, revealing an exciting lack of underwear, before reaching to Frank’s boxers and whipping them off in one fast, fluid action.
The young Incubus gasped and shivered as Gerard licked his lips at the sight before him, slowly lowering himself back over Frank, kissing and nipping at Frank’s stomach and chest as he edged himself up Frank’s body, kissing a line up Frank’s throat to his face, where he paused and stroked back the hair that had become stuck to Frank’s forehead with sweat. Biting nervously at his lip, Frank shakily unbuttoned Gerard’s shirt, but before he could push it from the crimson haired vampire’s shoulders, Gerard nipped at his neck, causing Frank jolt and stop what he was doing.
“Shush,” mumbled the vampire, petting at Frank’s hip to calm the boy, “You done his before?”
Frank looked Gerard up and down warily before shaking his head shyly from side to side.
Gerard nodded in confirmation, pressing light kisses to Frank’s jaw.
“Okay, do you know if you need any preparation?” asked Gerard as he suckled on Frank’s earlobe.
“Um, I don’t know.” Replied Frank breathlessly, “Though, as an Incubus, I guess I’m kinda ready prepared, I think.”
Gerard hummed in reply, leaning over to his bedside table to pull out a bottle of lube and flicking the cap, squeezing out a generous portion onto his fingers. Frank frowned at the vampire’s hands.
“You have company often?” He asked, feeling an unwanted pang of jealousy at the bottom of his stomach.
Gerard chuckled, “Only with my hand.” As he spread Frank’s legs and slathered the lube on his dick, biting his lip slightly as he did so.
“You must be lonely.” Frank said softly.
Gerard nodded sadly, “I am.” He confirmed as he eased himself into the Incubus laid out before him.
Frank gasped and squirmed slightly at the pain, gulping in large breaths as he tried to relax his body, despite being a demon designed for the sexual satisfaction of other creatures, he was still a virgin, and so painfully tight. Gerard leant down and murmured encouraging words into the boy’s ear as he slowly started to build up a rhythm, his hands locked firmly on Frank’s hips as he drove himself in and out, causing Frank to moan and arch his back into the movement as the vampire kissed and suckled at his collarbone and the sensitive stretch of skin where his neck joins to his shoulder. Frank groaned and dragged his nails down Gerard’s back, throwing his head back and panting loudly.
“Bite me.” He gasped out, “Bite me, please Gerard. Bite me, I can take it, please.”
Driven out of his mind with passion and a burning bloodlust, Gerard was unable to stop himself, his irises turned white as his teeth sliced and ripped at Frank’s tender throat, exposing pulses of blood that he hungrily lapped up, still pounding into the young Incubus below him. Gerard panted as he licked at Frank’s throat, overcome by the pleasure of blood and sex. Shivering from the pain, Frank whimpered to the vampire to slow down, to ease up, but his words fell on deaf ears, and the strength to push the blood hungry monster off of him was gushing out of him along with his blood, quickly devoured before getting the chance to stain the sheets.
Finally though, the crimson haired vampire pulled his face away from Frank’s throat, blood smeared across his cheeks and dripping from his mouth, which was opened and panting as he approached his climax. Frank lay beneath him, no longer with the strength nor the energy to thrust his hips in time with the older man’s, but nonetheless writhed beneath Gerard as his orgasm shuddered through him, crying out and grasping for the vampire’s hand, squeezing it tightly as Gerard moaned and slammed into him, riding out their orgasms.
The air was still humid, and there was a definite scent of blood about the room, but other than that there was little evidence to suggest what had happened a few mere minutes ago. Frank had only waited long enough for his neck to heal, which even Gerard had to admit, was surprisingly fast, before he slipped from the bed, retrieved his underwear from the lampshade where they had landed after Gerard flung them across the room in a fit of passion, and left Gerard with nothing but a chaste kiss and a satisfied feeling low in his stomach to remind him what had happened that night. The red headed vampire still lay in his bed, pondering over the devilishly delicious teenager and whether or not he would live to see him again.
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