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Frank sat on the floor his hand caressing the hand of the boy on the couch beside him. His gaze never left the boy hoping and waiting for him open his eyes. The doctor had visited and said it wouldn't be wise to move him from his bed atop the couch. Frank hadn’t left his side, just remained their holding his hand waiting for some sign of life to pass over his friend’s face. He hadn’t eaten or slept just waiting for some sign of life, he wouldn't give up, he hadn’t given up when he had gone missing, and he wasn't giving up now.
Frank’s eyes drooped as he continued to hold the hand, his hand leaning forward slightly with the wave of sleep attacking him. He jolted as a hand came to lie on his shoulder. Spinning his head around his eyes met those hazel ones that would usually give him so much comfort, but over these past few days they had done nothing.
“You should go rest Sugar,” the voice cooed sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.
“We wouldn't want you over tired when he does wake up”.
“But Gerard I want to be here when he does wake up”
“Mikey wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself and you know it” Frank sighed in defeat as he slowly got to his feet; he felt his hands on his hips aiding his tired limbs in their accent. He glanced back and his eyes met those hazel eyes one again making him flinch and look away. He felt the hands on his hips falter in their grip at his reaction.
As they arrived in the bedroom Frank broke away from the grip and walked mutely over to the bed. Rolling onto his back atop the cover his eyes wandered up to the roof above him. Flashes ran before his eyes, the blood spattering onto the room from his friend, the screams he could imagine that he had emitted. He flinched and closed his eyes hands falling over his ears and he tried to block all of this out, block out the guilt of not being their to help his friend, block out all of the thoughts of the pain, he just wanted to block out everything.
As Frank found himself falling into a sleep, the imaginative thoughts of what had happened to Mikey began to swirl around his dreamland. Sending his mind into a chaotic world of nothing but Mikey’s pain, a world where Mikey died over and over in more inventive ways each time.
Frank burst awake screaming, tears flooded his cheeks as he whipped futilely at them, trying to whip away the pain that he felt. He felt those hands on his shoulders before his face was brought up to meet those hazel eyes that no longer did anything for him, the eyes that were supposed to protect him, now only hurt him when he looked into their nothingness. Pushing past the Dom before him, he padded back down to the space on the floor next to the broken fertile, reclaiming the other boy’s hand in his.
He heard the footsteps come to a halt behind him, before those hands clasp around his shoulders and pulled him to his feet to face those hazel eyes once again. He just stared Blankley into the into the eyes of the Dom before him, no emotions stirring within in him, Frank sometimes preferred this, he preferred to feel nothing rather than the fear and pain the thoughts of Mikey brought him. Those hands back him up into the wall behind him, those hands held him in place as the eyes before him pleaded to give some kind of reaction, but Frank found that the arousal of emotions within him was almost an impossible feat at this moment. Those eyes continued to plead with him as tears formed at their base. But nothing stirred Frank remained monotonous.
Those lips found his and danced over his pleading for some reaction, Frank remained blank. Those hands trailed along his sides pulling his chest flush against the one before him, those lips still fighting a loosing battle as his remained motionless. He felt those lips pull away from his own before the forehead of the Dom was place atop his, those eyes closed hiding the Hazel behind the lids. Nothing of the Dom invoked any reaction from within Frank’s frozen state, until that liquid his Frank’s cheek. The fertile raised his finger to wipe off the offending liquid. He looked at the glistening drop on his finger before his eyes looked up at the Dom before him. He saw more of the same liquid flowing from the Dom’s eyes trailing down his cheeks.
“ I Just don't know what to do anymore Frankie, nothing is right anymore, and I need you now” the Dom’s broken voice triggered a long forgotten emotion within Frank. His hands rose up and cupped the Dom’s cheeks in his hands. He ran the bud of his fingertip under the Dom’s eyes wiping away the liquid that seemed to house so much pain in each and every drop falling. Those eyes flickered open to reveal the pained hazel behind them. Frank gazed into those eyes, he felt guilt at his selfishness, he had been so busy trying to find comfort in those eyes that he had missed the Dom’s own pain dancing in those hues.
“I’m sorry Gerard” the fertile cooed gently and pulled the Dom’s head to his chest and slid down the falling cradling the Dom before him, stroking the older way’s back and trying to comfort the broken vampire the best that he could. He kissed the top of his head and rocked back and forth soothingly. “Everything will be fine Gerard, we will win this war like we won the first one, you have to hold strong.” Frank cooed before grasping the Dom’s hand in his and resting it on this slightly swollen stomach. “Bub needs you more than anyone else, you have to hold strong for your child.”
Frank noticed a look in the Dom’s eyes change, a new fire lit in them as he turned his gaze to Frank’s stomach, he caressed the bump gently before looking into Frank’s eyes, he kissed the fertile before him with a new life that shocked Frank. He gazed up into the Dom’s eyes as he pulled away.
“Alright Frank I understand, but you must promise me one thing” the Dom purred hovering over the fertile before him. Frank stuck in a trance could only nod to the Dom before him. “ You have to hold on Frank, hold strong because like you said we can win this, and when this war is over I want to have to worry about nothing but you and our child, so hold on I promise things will get better” Frank felt tears well in his eyes at the Dom’s words, finding himself once again speechless he nodded to the Dom, the one he had missed this was his Gerard, this strong and protective Dom was the man that he loved.
Gerard grinned down at Frank, before crashing his lips down onto the fertiles with a renewed passion, sending the fertile’s mind whirling. He pulled back and held the fertile to his chest.
“You just wait and see Frank, everything will be alright again”.
Frank’s eyes drooped as he continued to hold the hand, his hand leaning forward slightly with the wave of sleep attacking him. He jolted as a hand came to lie on his shoulder. Spinning his head around his eyes met those hazel ones that would usually give him so much comfort, but over these past few days they had done nothing.
“You should go rest Sugar,” the voice cooed sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.
“We wouldn't want you over tired when he does wake up”.
“But Gerard I want to be here when he does wake up”
“Mikey wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself and you know it” Frank sighed in defeat as he slowly got to his feet; he felt his hands on his hips aiding his tired limbs in their accent. He glanced back and his eyes met those hazel eyes one again making him flinch and look away. He felt the hands on his hips falter in their grip at his reaction.
As they arrived in the bedroom Frank broke away from the grip and walked mutely over to the bed. Rolling onto his back atop the cover his eyes wandered up to the roof above him. Flashes ran before his eyes, the blood spattering onto the room from his friend, the screams he could imagine that he had emitted. He flinched and closed his eyes hands falling over his ears and he tried to block all of this out, block out the guilt of not being their to help his friend, block out all of the thoughts of the pain, he just wanted to block out everything.
As Frank found himself falling into a sleep, the imaginative thoughts of what had happened to Mikey began to swirl around his dreamland. Sending his mind into a chaotic world of nothing but Mikey’s pain, a world where Mikey died over and over in more inventive ways each time.
Frank burst awake screaming, tears flooded his cheeks as he whipped futilely at them, trying to whip away the pain that he felt. He felt those hands on his shoulders before his face was brought up to meet those hazel eyes that no longer did anything for him, the eyes that were supposed to protect him, now only hurt him when he looked into their nothingness. Pushing past the Dom before him, he padded back down to the space on the floor next to the broken fertile, reclaiming the other boy’s hand in his.
He heard the footsteps come to a halt behind him, before those hands clasp around his shoulders and pulled him to his feet to face those hazel eyes once again. He just stared Blankley into the into the eyes of the Dom before him, no emotions stirring within in him, Frank sometimes preferred this, he preferred to feel nothing rather than the fear and pain the thoughts of Mikey brought him. Those hands back him up into the wall behind him, those hands held him in place as the eyes before him pleaded to give some kind of reaction, but Frank found that the arousal of emotions within him was almost an impossible feat at this moment. Those eyes continued to plead with him as tears formed at their base. But nothing stirred Frank remained monotonous.
Those lips found his and danced over his pleading for some reaction, Frank remained blank. Those hands trailed along his sides pulling his chest flush against the one before him, those lips still fighting a loosing battle as his remained motionless. He felt those lips pull away from his own before the forehead of the Dom was place atop his, those eyes closed hiding the Hazel behind the lids. Nothing of the Dom invoked any reaction from within Frank’s frozen state, until that liquid his Frank’s cheek. The fertile raised his finger to wipe off the offending liquid. He looked at the glistening drop on his finger before his eyes looked up at the Dom before him. He saw more of the same liquid flowing from the Dom’s eyes trailing down his cheeks.
“ I Just don't know what to do anymore Frankie, nothing is right anymore, and I need you now” the Dom’s broken voice triggered a long forgotten emotion within Frank. His hands rose up and cupped the Dom’s cheeks in his hands. He ran the bud of his fingertip under the Dom’s eyes wiping away the liquid that seemed to house so much pain in each and every drop falling. Those eyes flickered open to reveal the pained hazel behind them. Frank gazed into those eyes, he felt guilt at his selfishness, he had been so busy trying to find comfort in those eyes that he had missed the Dom’s own pain dancing in those hues.
“I’m sorry Gerard” the fertile cooed gently and pulled the Dom’s head to his chest and slid down the falling cradling the Dom before him, stroking the older way’s back and trying to comfort the broken vampire the best that he could. He kissed the top of his head and rocked back and forth soothingly. “Everything will be fine Gerard, we will win this war like we won the first one, you have to hold strong.” Frank cooed before grasping the Dom’s hand in his and resting it on this slightly swollen stomach. “Bub needs you more than anyone else, you have to hold strong for your child.”
Frank noticed a look in the Dom’s eyes change, a new fire lit in them as he turned his gaze to Frank’s stomach, he caressed the bump gently before looking into Frank’s eyes, he kissed the fertile before him with a new life that shocked Frank. He gazed up into the Dom’s eyes as he pulled away.
“Alright Frank I understand, but you must promise me one thing” the Dom purred hovering over the fertile before him. Frank stuck in a trance could only nod to the Dom before him. “ You have to hold on Frank, hold strong because like you said we can win this, and when this war is over I want to have to worry about nothing but you and our child, so hold on I promise things will get better” Frank felt tears well in his eyes at the Dom’s words, finding himself once again speechless he nodded to the Dom, the one he had missed this was his Gerard, this strong and protective Dom was the man that he loved.
Gerard grinned down at Frank, before crashing his lips down onto the fertiles with a renewed passion, sending the fertile’s mind whirling. He pulled back and held the fertile to his chest.
“You just wait and see Frank, everything will be alright again”.
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