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You're My Guiding Light
"Hello," Gerard said as he walked into the school’s main office, smirking when the woman behind the desk cringed. "I’m Gerard Way. I’m new here."

He could see the fear in her eyes and the confusion as to why she was so scared. "Y-yes," she handed him a few papers. "Here are your schedule and uh... a map of the school."

Gerard decided to ease her and help her with her cluelessness. He inhaled deeply and smiled, his fangs showing. "You have a lot of fertiles here," he told her and enjoyed when her eyes widened. "More than there were at the last school I got kicked out of," with that, he licked his sharp, pointy teeth, his tongue gliding easily across them. "This will be fun." Then he turned and left the room, papers in hand.

He walked down the hall, the humans moving out of his way on instinct. Vampires just seemed to give off a warning -- a vibe -- that they were the bad guy and not to be messed with. He liked -- no, loved -- having that kind of power.

He was nearly to his first class when he saw that some jock of a human had pinned another, smaller one to the lockers and was repeatedly dealing punches to the poor kids stomach. He wondered vaguely where the teachers were and why they weren't doing anything about it, but at the same time he didn't care. He did bother himself with everyday human problems.

Then why did he feel the nearly over-powering need to protect the human? To rip him from the jock's arms and hold him close as the boy cried tears of pain?

Gerard walked by the two, confused as to why he felt this way. Wait, was that...

Oh. Well that explained a lot. Just as he had passed them, he got a wiff of the air they were stirring with their struggling, and his nostrils flared. The small teenager was a fertile. That's why Gerard, a dominant vampire, had been so attracted to him. But the need to protect and hold the boy close could only mean one thing.

He was Gerard's mate.

Not every vampire is lucky enough to actually find their mate -- in fact, it's actually quite rare -- but when they do, the bond is unbreakable, and no one can tear the two apart.

Gerard smirked and didn't think twice before he ripped the jock off the shaking boy and pinned him to the lockers, much like he had been doing to Gerard's mate. "What's your name?"
"Get off of me," the other spat.

Gerard punched him the jaw, his fist snapping forward harshly and letting out a smack as it connected with the football player's skin. "I said what's your name?"

"J-Josh," he spit a few drops of blood onto the floor. "What's it to you?"

"I want to know why you think you can hit a fertile and get away with it," Gerard growled, making sure his fangs showed.

The human's eyes widened with realization. Now the existence of vampires was no secret to humans. They also knew that if a human were to hurt or antagonize a fertile -- a vampire with the ability to become pregnant when they're in heat -- then a dominant -- a vampire to get a fertile pregnant -- would be allowed to punish the human in any way it saw necessary. Only dominant vampires mated with fertiles.

That was pretty much the only difference between the two types of vampires, other than the fact that while dominant vampires' fangs always showed, fertiles' sharp teeth retracted back into their gums to look like regular teeth. They came out when the fertile was aroused for either sexual reasons or blood lust, and sometimes both at the same time.

"I... I..." Josh stuttered.

"Mmm?" Gerard's grip tightened. "What makes you think it's okay to hit a fertile? My mate, no less?"

It meant bad news for a human when a dominant vampire was pissed at you for messing with a fertile, but when said fertile is his mate, it's way worse.

"I'm s-sorry," tears welled up in Josh's eyes. "I didn't-t know h-he was a vampire," he was practically shaking by now.

"That doesn't mean anything. You still don't have the right to go around beating people up just because they're shorter than you and you have daddy-problems." He released his grip on the human. With that, he backhanded the jock who was knocked unconscious and dragged him to a nearby janitors' closet and threw him in, locking the door. He probably wouldn't wake up for a few hours anyways.

Finally, he turned around and looked to the other vampire who he had just saved. "What's your name?" he whispered, his voice low.

"Gerard," the dominant said as he came to stand in front of the fertile. "And you?"

"Frank," he bit his lip, toying with a lip ring. "Are you really my... You know."

Gerard grinned at him. "Mate?" Frank nodded. "Yes. And you know it. You can feel it in your gut, can't you," he stalked closer towards the the teenager, looking at him almost as if he were Gerard' prey, his eyes roaming up and down Frank's body. "You want me to protect you, don't you? To hold you," he traced a finger tip up one of Frank's bare arms that was covered in nothing but tattoos, "and to make you feel safe?"

Frank nodded. "Yes," he whispered, his teeth digging back into his bottom lip.

"Good," Gerard wrapped his entire hand around the smaller boys bicep and pulled Frank to his chest roughly. "I want that too," he ran his hands up and down Frank's back.

Gerard was trying to act cool about this, but inside he was a mess. His thoughts were mixed. He wanted to scoop the boy up, rush him to his house, and fuck him into the mattress. But he also didn't want to scare Frank; to take it slow and make love to him when the right time came. He wanted to make sure Frank was never hurt and that no one but Gerard himself laid a finger on him.

He reached up to rub the pad of his thumb gently across a scrape Frank had gotten when Josh had beaten him up. He felt the smaller boy shudder against him when he raked his finger nails up and down his bare back, having slid his hand underneath the black Misfits shirt.

"I-I didn't think I'd ever find my mate," Frank commented. He was also trying to act as if his brain wasn't an absolute turmoil, stuck between 'fuck me hard' and 'and take me gently'.

"How old are you?" Gerard asked, his breath fanning out across Frank's face.

"139 years old," he answered.

"Mmm..." he ran his lips across the boys jaw. "I'm 342."

"Oh..." Frank let out a shaky moan. "I-I think maybe we should-should get to class before we're la-" he gasped when Gerard sucked his lobe into his mouth. Frank could just barely register the fact that they were getting weird looks from people.

They stayed like that for a few moments, tangled in each other's arms before Gerard finally pulled away, causing Frank to let out a quite whimper at the loss. "Class?"
he arched an eyebrow at the boy.

Frank cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh... Let me see your schedule." Gerard handed it to him and watched as Frank read for a moment before wrinkling his nose in disapproval. "We only have 2 classes together."

"I can fix that," Gerard said as he disentangled himself from Frank's arms which had somehow found their way into Gerard's back pockets. He turned on his heels and started to walk towards the office.

"Where you going," Frank ran to catch up with him.

"To convince them to change my schedule."

"Oh. To match mine," he looked up at the other vampire hopefully, his big hazel eyes shining.

"Of course," Gerard smiled at him. Frank only grinned back. Gerard held the door open for Frank. "Excuse me," he said as he approached the large desk for the second time that day. He saw the woman's eyes widen in fear. "I was wondering if you could switch all of my classes to match Frankie's?" He saw the smaller teenager smile at the name.

"Um... Yeah, sure," she stuttered. I'll just need to know all of your classes, Frank."

He pulled out the crumpled sheet and handed it to her with a quite, "Here."

The two vampires watched her type away at her computer for a few moments before the printer hummed to life and spit out a copy of Gerard's new schedule. "Here you are."

"Thank you," he said, flashing his fangs at her in a wide smile. She tried to smile back but it came out as more of a grimace.

"You're welcome."

Gerard and Frank made their way to their first class, chatting along the way.

Frank was ecstatic. This was amazing. Perfect. He'd never thought that it would happen to him, but it did.

He had found his mate.


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My first attempt at Frerard that's NOT roleplay. Title is from the lyrics of "Guiding Light" by Muse.