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Frank still sits next to Gerard in geometry.
Every day, whether they’re fighting or together – and even at times Frank can barely stand to look at Gerard – they’re forced together for that painful hour.
Frank wasn’t about to draw attention to himself by making the teacher change his seat. That would be way too much effort to go through, just to end up getting taunted by his classmates anyways. He could hear it already; ‘ Awww, are you fighting with your boyfriend? How cute.’
It’s really not anyone’s business .
So, he tolerated sitting next to Gerard for the time being.
Gerard always tapped his pen on his desk. He scribbled in his sketchbook. The quirks Frank once adored were now irritations. He just wanted to pretend Gerard didn’t exist for a little while. But that was hard considering the circumstances.
Empty and distracted, Frank stared blankly towards the front of the room with unseeing eyes, for the entirety of the lesson.
He couldn’t get away from Gerard, physically or mentally. Frank was trapped. In time, he was doomed to end up right back where he came running from.
He couldn’t help it. He could never recover from Gerard’s enticing hazel eyes, his sincerity and his mystique. The way Gerard talked to him like no one else, could make him laugh like no one else. Frank was under his spell, and there was no going back now.
And deep down, he didn’t really want to escape.
Frank lasted a total of 3 hours ignoring Gerard.
At 12:05 sharp, the lunch bell rings, releasing him from 4 th period English.
As Frank left the class with the rush of other students, he wondered where he should even go. Should he make things up with Gerard? Hide off in a classroom somewhere? Sit alone at his old wall again? He trudged slowly down the hall, lost in his inner debate.
Suddenly, something caught his ankle and sent him falling to the floor.
Caught off guard, Frank had no time to catch himself. He crashed face first to the floor, his skull colliding with the ground hard . A searing pain shot through his head, his ears ringing deafeningly.
His head pounding, Frank slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position. He tried and failed to focus his eyes as the room spun in circles around him. Slowly, he was able to make out Tyler, Josh, and the rest of their little posse laughing down at him.
“You gotta watch where you step, fag,” Josh sneered as he kicked Frank’s backpack away from him . It skids a few feet away, colliding with the wall . Snickering amongst themselves, the pack turned their backs and sauntered off, leaving Frank alone for now.
Frank pressed his hand to his forehead, over the tender spot where his skull made contact with the hard floor. He cursed and pulled his hand away, the soft touch immediately sending waves of pain pulsing through his brain.
Other kids walked by without glancing in his direction, other than the ones who scoffed at him or gave him odd glances. Some appeared to pity him, but for the most part they couldn’t care less.
Frank’s skin crawled. He could feel that he was being watched. He twisted around, facing the other direction.
At the end of the hallway stood Pete, and Patrick, and a few more of their friends. Pete glared Frank down, a knowing smirk on his face. He said something into Patrick’s ear, who laughed. They resembled a pack of wolves, warning him off.
Frank crawled over to his bag and grabbed it, before shakily rising to his feet, using the wall lined with lockers for support. He walked off briskly in the opposite direction. He was done with their games.
He didn’t deserve any of this.
A familiar rage rapidly replaced any hurt that remained in his body, a burning fire flowing through his veins.
He’ll fucking kill them. All of them.
Frank smiled pleasantly at the thought of Tyler, all high and mighty, learning the hard way that he’s just as human, just as fragile and disposable as anyone else.
He would never stand a chance against Gerard.
Frank didn’t make the conscious decision to go to Gerard. But there he was, standing in front of him and Mikey, tears brimming in his eyes. Frank was crying way too much for his liking these days. Life was kind of wearing him down. Even more than usual.
“Frank? What happened?” Gerard asked, standing up quickly, his voice laced with concern. He lay his hand lightly on top of Frank’s head, who winced and pulled away.
“Oh, shit,” Gerard said. “You’re hurt. Was it those assholes again?”
Frank bit his tongue and nodded. He feared he would cry even harder if he put it into words.
Gerard gritted his teeth, a brief flash of anger overtaking his eyes. Frank would have missed it if he blinked.
“They’ll pay for it. Eventually,” Gerard said in a level manner. “But for now, I fear you’ve got a concussion. You really need to go get some rest, Frank.”
“Can’t,” Frank huffed, sinking down to the floor next to Mikey. Gerard followed. “Gotta stay at school... I can’t keep getting those fuckin’ truancies, they might fine my mom, and then she’ll fuckin’ kill me.”
“No, Frank, you need rest,” Gerard insisted. He gave Mikey a look. “We could help you out, if you let us.”
“How?” Frank asked.
Gerard shrugged, “You’ll have to trust me.”
“Fine.”
Mikey got to his feet and stretched. Gerard followed him, helping Frank stand.
“What are your next two classes, and the room numbers?” Mikey asked Frank. It was maybe the third time he’d spoken to Frank directly. “I’ll fix the attendance records for you.”
“Uh, Spanish room 145 and History room 335.” Frank said, wondering what on earth Mikey could do to change the records.
“Got it,” Mikey flashed him a rare smile before heading off in the direction of the 100 building.
“I’ll take care of you, Frank,” Gerard said earnestly. Frank eyed him with a hint of distrust. Gerard hurt him last night. Bad. But he didn’t mean it, right? He wouldn’t make the same mistake again, right?
Frank knew that Gerard didn’t mean to really hurt him. He still genuinely trusted Gerard, as flawed as his instincts may be.
“Okay,” Frank said defeatedly. He followed Gerard across the courtyard, towards the school entrance.
Frank was surprised Gerard led him to the front entrance. It was protected by security during school hours, ensuring no outsiders got onto campus, and that no students escaped. Frank wondered how Gerard planned to get them out of this one.
As they neared the overhang, Gerard stopped suddenly and dragged Frank over to the side wall, about 50 feet from the entry.
“Wait here,” he said, and Frank nodded.
Gerard strolled confidently up to the large, intimidated guard stationed at the front gate. Frank recognized him as the same guy who’d taken him to the office after his fight with Tyler and Josh earlier that year.
Gerard started talking to him, smiling sweetly as the two quickly became enwrapped in conversation. They talked for a solid minute, Frank leaning forward and itching to know what the hell they could possibly be talking about. The man burst into laughter suddenly, patting Gerard on the shoulder like they were long-time friends. The fuck?
Then suddenly Gerard was gesturing towards Frank, and they both turned to face his direction. Frank flushed, feeling a bit on the spot. But Gerard was already waving him over, so Frank snapped back into reality and walked hesitantly over to the two.
“Let’s go, Frank,” Gerard said, grinning.
“Have a great day, you two!” the guard called after them, waving as they walked right past him and out of campus.
Gerard and Frank tread hurriedly across the front lawn of the school and began heading down the sidewalk. Frank gave Gerard a quizzical look.
“What the hell did you say to him!?” Frank asked when they were out of earshot.
Gerard shrugged, “Just told him my dear friend is ill and needs to rest at home, is all. I can be persuasive.”
Gerard draped his arm over Frank, pulling him closer as they headed down the street. Frank felt an odd sense of impending doom in his stomach.
But he said nothing as they crossed the street and headed for the drug store parking lot, where Gerard parked each day.
“Where are we going?” Frank asked once he was in the passenger seat, buckled in. It felt weird and wrong being in this car again, so soon after what went down the night before. “We can’t go to my apartment, I’m pretty sure my mom’s still there.”
His head was still pounding, and it felt worse when he talked . Frank groaned and shut his eyes tightly, covering his face with his hands, trying to block out the sunlight.
“We’re going to my place.” Gerard said, starting the engine. “I think it’s time you finally saw it.”
Okay, this was a bit exciting. Frank had always wondered where they Ways live. Gerard’s entire life was such a mystery, and he only gave out fragments of information. It was odd how Frank spent so much time with Gerard but felt like he hardly knew anything about him. He knew his personality so well, but next to nothing about his personal life.
Gerard fumbled around in his center console for a moment, finding his sunglasses.
“Here, you can have them for now. To help your head.”
Frank smiled gratefully, uttering a quiet “Thank you” and sighing in relief when he put the shades on, and the world turned a few shades darker.
Gerard began heading south, driving a few miles into another part of town. Frank’s skin crawled as the streets narrowed and the buildings lengthened in height. Frank’s neighborhood might not be the nicest place, but they were driving straight into the most dangerous part of the city. Groups of intimidating men prowling the streets glared them down as they drove by, and Frank shrank down in his seat. The car bumped along the streets littered with potholes. Eventually, Gerard turned right onto a tiny residential street.
It looked nearly abandoned. The street was littered with trash, and a few tents lined one side of it, no doubt a makeshift refuge for the homeless. The buildings surrounding them were brick, tall and mostly abandoned, apartment buildings crumbling at the seams. Tall, spiked fences guarded each one, and every window was barred, although the glass of many were still shattered. Across from one of the tattered buildings, Gerard slowed to a stop.
“Gee... what the fuck?” Frank said. His place might not be the nicest, but did Gerard really expect him to be able to feel at peace somewhere like this? Was he just holed up in one of those abandoned buildings?
“Don’t worry Frank, you’ll see when we get there,” Gerard said, giving him a reassuring smile and patting his leg. He turned the car off. “Now, come on.”
Gerard got out of the car and went to open Frank’s door. Frank took a deep breath, unbuckled his seat belt and stood up, and then immediately regretted it. Standing hurt .
Walking hurt, too. Everything hurt. Frank felt feint as Gerard helped support him, leading him across the street.
They reached the fence to the building they’d parked across. They headed to the side of the fence where the metal bars were pulled to the side to create a small passageway. It was just wide enough for someone Gerard or Frank’s size to get through.
Swallowing nervously, Frank followed Gerard through the entrance of the building.
The place looked abandoned from the inside as well. It was unlit, and the walls were severely cracked, with barely any paint left on the walls. Gerard led Frank to a side door which he then opened, revealing a filthy concrete stairwell heading upwards.
“Ugh, stairs.” Frank groaned.
Just as the words left his mouth, Gerard scooped him off the floor effortlessly.
“Ah! What-” Frank gasped. Gerard ascended the stairs easily, holding Frank bridal style in his arms.
“You didn’t have to do this , Gee,” Frank laughed weakly.
“That’s fine. I wanted to,” Gerard said as they reached the top floor, and he gracefully placed Frank back on his feet.
They headed down an equally decrepit hallway, until they reached a door labelled 603.
“This is it,” Gerard said, producing a ring of keys from his jacket pocket. Frank noticed the three separate locks on the door, which looked much newer than the rest of this apartment building.
Gerard carefully unlocked each one, using a different key for each. He pushed open the door and ushered Frank inside, before re-locking each one behind him.
Frank’s mouth fell open when he took in the room.
From the inside, Gerard’s place was nice . It looked like a completely normal, up to date and functioning apartment. It was even nicer than Frank’s place. There was not a single crack in the wall, and the paint job was flawless. No uneven floorboards. The room was warm and flooded with light when Gerard flicked the switch on, and Frank took note of a fireplace to the side of the living room. This place was even bigger than Frank’s apartment, as well.
“Holy shit, Gee,” Frank said, his eyes widening. “How the fuck is this even possible?”
“Anything is possible through innovation and experience,” Gerard said cheekily. “We’ve got running water, too. Make yourself at home. Do you want something to eat?”
Frank smiled . Well, this was unexpected . Come to think of it, this place really was the perfect hideout . The building was seemingly vacant , the street below it relatively empty as well.
Frank knew there must be another trick to it, though. Gerard could hear his mom’s car approaching from like a mile away. He convinced the school security guard to let them off campus in less than a minute. The Ways must have some method behind keeping this place to themselves.
“Frank?” Gerard said, tilting his head to the side anxiously, and Frank realized he’d been zoning out. “Please, lie down on the couch. I’ll get you some water and make you something to eat, alright?”
“’Kay,” Frank mumbled, heading over to the huge leather couch in the living room. For some reason he’d always found leather couches the most comfortable to sleep on. He could get used to this.
The couch was just as comfortable as it looked. Frank sunk into the cushions gratefully, and Gerard threw a soft blanket over him. Frank sighed, letting his eyes fall shut, and the pounding in his head lessened ever so slightly.
Gerard walked off but returned to his side only a few minutes later . He set up a TV tray next to Frank, placed a glass of water and a bowl of soup there, then sat on the couch at Frank’s feet.
“I made chicken soup,” Gerard said as Frank lazily opened his eyes and pulled himself to a sitting position.
“Thanks... but why do you even have soup?” Frank laughed.
Frank swore he saw Gerard blush. Was it possible for vampires to blush? “I’ve got some canned food lying around, uh, just in case...”
Frank smiled smugly. As far as he knew, there weren’t any other humans Gerard would be storing food for at his place for any reason.
And Frank was grateful for his preparedness. Since meeting Gerard, he’d been eating a lot better in general. Regardless of how Gerard was getting the money, Frank couldn’t complain if he was finally well fed. But Frank was beginning to piece it together, slowly. He knew that a good portion of whatever cash Gerard had on him was stolen. Probably all of it. And he was beginning to suspect the same of his car. And obviously, there wasn’t a lease being paid on this apartment, either.
Frank ate his soup slowly as Gerard lifted his lower legs onto his lap, massaging Frank’s calves soothingly. He was still careful when he touched Frank, not wanting to set him off again. As of now he regretted jumping into everything so fast with Frank.
When Frank had eaten most of the soup and drank a good amount of water, Gerard urged him to get some sleep. Frank couldn’t argue. Even after eating, his head still hurt like a bitch, and his eyelids felt heavy. Gerard handed him a pillow left him alone for the time being, and soon Frank had settled into a peaceful slumber.
While Frank slept deeply, Gerard sat on the coffee table across from him, and watched. Frank looked so peaceful when he was asleep. His face was fully relaxed, not pent up with the hurt, stress, fear, or anger he seemed to be consumed with most waking hours. Gerard was sick of seeing him in pain, constantly. It killed him to know that some of the pain was his own doing.
Gerard sighed. He didn’t want Frank to be in pain anymore.
One Week Later
“Quick, bring me the gloves, Mikey!” Gerard called out to his brother. Frank was sat on a chair in the bathroom in front of him, facing the mirror. The suffocating stench of bleach hung heavy in the bathroom air, even with the window wide open.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Mikey grumbled as he handed Gerard a pair of disposable plastic gloves. The bleach was mixed in a tiny plastic bin on the counter. Dark brown clumps of Frank’s hair littered the floor beneath his feet, freshly shaved off the sides of his head.
Frank smirked at his own appearance in the mirror in front of him, as Gerard dipped a brush in the bleach and then used it to spread the substance thickly over Frank’s hair.
Both sides of Frank’s head had been shaved, leaving a long fauxhawk down the middle. Gerard quickly coated the shaved sides of Frank’s hair in bleach, with expertise .
“It might burn a little,” Gerard warned. Frank mentally braced himself. It felt like the insides of his nostrils were already burning from the smell alone.
The idea to dye his hair had come to fruition when Frank got talking to Gerard about how he wished he could look. He’d never had the freedom to dress how he wanted, though. The opinions of his mom, his classmates, and the school’s dress code always got in the way.
“ Fuck that ,” Gerard had said, an excited glint in his eyes. “ This is your life, isn’t it? You deserve to dress however you want. So, how would you look if no one else’s opinions mattered?”
Frank had painted a picture to Gerard with words – a picture Gerard wanted to bring to life. He wanted black gauges in his ears, a nose ring and lip ring adorning his face. A ‘punk’ haircut, he’d mentioned vaguely. Together they came up with an idea for Frank’s hair that they were currently enacting. When the bleached sides were finished, they"d dye the remaining longer hair black.
Frank also mentioned roughly a billion tattoos he wanted. He seemed to never run out of ideas. Gerard insisted they hold off on that one, though.
“ Let’s stick with the less permanent changes, first,” he’d said, much to Frank’s annoyance.
He quickly redeemed himself by taking Frank to get his piercings. The two teenagers had received odd glances walking into a tattoo shop, but of course Gerard managed to score Frank the piercings – for free, with no ID necessary (perks of having a vampire boyfriend). He had his nose, lip, and earlobes pierced, and he’d be back soon to start stretching his ears.
Now it was time for step two:
Frank’s hair.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Mikey said, watching the scene unfold as he leaned against the doorway.
“It’s gonna be badass, dude,” Frank insisted. Mikey rolled his eyes. Unlike his older brother, he preferred to keep his hair its natural brown. He left the messing with hair dye to Gerard.
Frank quickly learned that the bleach did burn, and it itched like a mother fucker. He couldn’t help begging Gerard to itch his scalp for him, but Gerard refused, insisting that it could damage Frank’s skin. After an excruciating 30 minutes, Gerard finally let Frank jump into the shower to wash it all out of his hair.
Then Gerard rummaged around in the cabinet underneath the sink until he found what he was looking for; and produced a few boxes of black hair dye along with some developer. He expertly combined the substances in a clear bottle, shaking it to mix them.
“We’ll dye your hair and mine at the same time,” Gerard said. “I need to do my roots anyway.”
Frank giggled . How fucking emo of them to be dyeing their hair black together.
Gerard quickly got to work, lathering the thick substance through Frank’s longer hair. He carefully held the hair away from Frank’s head and wrapped the wet strands in tinfoil when he was done, to avoid getting the dye on Frank’s bleached shorter hair. When he was finished with Frank, Gerard massaged some more black dye into his own roots with expert hands, as if he’d done it a million times before.
“You do this a lot, huh?” Frank asked, laughing.
“I’ve been dyeing it black since the 80’s,” Gerard said.
Oh yeah. Frank always forgot that Gerard was a lot older than him until he said shit like that.
“That’s when it became popular among humans, and I think it suits me.” Gerard smirked, “80’s goth was my favorite.”
“Don’t you have any pictures of you from... y’know, over the years?” Frank asked, suddenly deeply interested now that he’d thought of it. He hardly knew any details about Gerard’s past. He wanted to see every photo Gerard had, and hear the story behind each one. He wanted to see who Gerard was, to feel like he was there, like he knows him.
Gerard pursed his lips, momentarily lost in thought, “I have a few. You can see them soon enough.”
He flashed Frank a coy smile in the mirror.
“I can hardly wait,” Frank smiled. “Please tell me you’ve partaken in every fashion trend whole-heartedly.”
“You bet.”
Gerard, Frank and Mikey spent the next 30 minutes watching Buffy the Vampire slayer, which just happened to be on, as they let the hair dye sit. Frank found the TV show useful for asking Gerard if every little thing having to do with vampires was fact or fiction. It turns out that vampires are not in reality burned by sunlight (which has already been made obvious to Frank), and neither crosses nor holy water have any effect on them. But Gerard confirmed the sunlight is unusually harsh on their eyes, and a stake in the heart would most certainly kill them – amongst other things. Although killing them is by no means easy. And no, they don’t turn to dust when they die, which admittedly Frank was a bit disappointed about, because it would be pretty sick if that were true.
They were in the middle of watching Buffy stake some more vampires when Gerard declared it was time for him and Frank to wash out the hair dye.
“ Pease be quiet this time,” Mikey grumbled. Frank had been spending a lot of time at their place this past week, and vampires have sensitive ears... Mikey usually ended up leaving the building and going for a walk when Gerard and Frank got busy.
“We’ll do our best,” Gerard joked, Frank playfully shoving him down the hallway.
Slowly, they"re relationship was going back to normal. Piece by piece Gerard was gaining Frank’s trust back. And now, even Mikey was starting to warm up to Frank.
Gerard had learned from his mistakes, and he knew he had to be more careful with Frank. They hadn’t had sex yet since the incident . But that didn’t mean they stayed kept their relationship entirely g-rated.
Once the bathroom door was shut behind them, Gerard turned on the shower and he and Frank quickly stripped down to nothing before stepping under the shower gratefully. Frank sighed in relief, and his muscles relaxed as the warm water flowed through his hair. Gerard began to run his fingers through Frank’s hair, tenderly massaging the water through the thick hair dye, which bad begun running out of Frank’s hair and down his neck.
Frank started scrubbing his own hair, watching the water pooling on the floor turn a dark grey. Along with Gerard’s help, they rinsed out his hair until it was almost clear.
“My turn now,” said Gerard, as he took Frank’s place under the stream.
Frank watched as Gerard closed his eyes and tilted his head back to let the water flow through his hair, a peaceful expression adorning his face. His mouth fell open and he sighed as the tinted water streamed down his body. Frank couldn’t help but let his eyes trail downwards, following down Gerard’s smooth torso and lithe stomach, his wide hips. Gerard was not skin and bones like Frank – his skin was full and soft. But by now, Frank knew that every inch of his body was poised with power, and any ‘softness’ was a façade. As enticing as he is deceiving.
“Can’t help staring, huh?” Frank glanced up to find Gerard’s potent gaze locked on him, a knowing smirk toying at his lips.
Frank blushed, “Of course, you’re... you’re perfect.”
“Yeah right,” Gerard scoffed, but Frank knew it was false humility. “Thanks, Frankie. You’re perfect too, baby.”
Frank shook his head and blushed furiously. Before Gerard, no one had ever spoken to him like this.
Gerard knew it would take Frank time to get used to compliments.
Once Gerard was finished rinsing out his own hair, the two of them switched places again, Frank once again standing under the water. Frank’s heart sped up when Gerard slowly sank to his knees in front of him and licked a thick stripe over the palm of his hand.
“Gee - ah,” Frank moaned as Gerard wrapped his warm hand softly around his dick, slicked with spit. He began stroking Frank slowly, the other twitching beneath his touch. “ Fuck .”
“ Shhh , I’m gonna make you feel real good, okay?” Gerard purred, speeding up his motions ever so slightly.
Frank filled in quick under his touch, and Gerard felt his own cock twitch interestedly as well. Hearing Frank’s cute little moans, and watching him grow hard inches from his face, he couldn’t help it. He licked his lips, anticipating his next move.
Gerard loved sucking dick. He didn’t know if he’d ever admit to Frank that part of it was the taste of so much blood flowing under the skin, but regardless, that was only a part of it. He also loved the weight on his tongue, Frank’s moans and whines above him, feeling his length slip into his throat, and swallowing his warm cum when Frank reached climax. He loved bringing the human to ecstasy as he did dirty work with his mouth.
“G-Gerard, please,” Frank begged. Gerard’s eyes were fixated on Frank’s dick as he stroked his cock slowly and let his mouth fall open.
“’Please’ what, baby?” Gerard teased, slowing down his motions ever so slightly.
“ Hnng ... p-please.... fuck, just suck me, please?” Frank spit out.
Gerard smiled coyly. Frank was getting more confident.
Gerard kept one hand steady at the base of Frank’s dick and wrapped his lips softly over the tip of his cock.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Frank groaned, as Gerard started to move his lips up and down his length, bobbing his head slightly.
Frank doubted he’d ever be able to give head as good as Gerard.
The man was skilled , and he had no gag reflex whatsoever. He took Frank’s entire length into his throat with one go, and Frank gasped and gripped Gerard’s hair tight as he swallowed around him. Frank was already babbling and swearing uncontrollably, his moans growing high pitched and needy, and Gerard had barely just started.
Gerard took his time, always keeping Frank right on the brink of orgasm. One moment he was bobbing his head quickly with cheeks hallowed, taking him rough and fast. Then he would slow down, circling his tongue lavishly around Frank’s cock. He then removed his mouth entirely, Frank’s dick springing free with a soft pop , and licked everywhere . He ran his tongue softly over his slit and then down to the base of his cock, taking the time to suck both of his balls lightly.
Gerard licked back up to his tip and brought Frank into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around him as he started to jerk him off quickly at the base. He started a steady rhythm, bringing Frank closer and closer to his peak until Gerard stopped moving altogether, with his cheeks still hollowed over Frank’s cock.
Frank whined and thrust desperately into Gerard’s throat, chasing the high that was taken from him. He froze, worried that was out of line, but to his surprise, Gerard moaned encouragingly. Frank let out a shaky breath, and continued thrusting into Gerard’s mouth, who remained motionless to let Frank have his way. Gerard lifted his pretty hazel eyes to meet Frank’s, blinking up at him with faux innocence, with a look that said use me however you like .
Frank couldn’t hold back any longer. With more encouraging sounds from Gerard, Frank started to fuck his mouth roughly. Gerard’s eyes fell shut in bliss, as Frank tangled his hand through the wet strands of Gerard’s hair and pulled along with the rhythm. The pleasure was mounting in his lower stomach, his moans becoming shameless and desperate.
Another sharp intake of breath, and Frank was coming, hard, straight down Gerard’s throat . Gerard didn’t so much as budge as he sucked, licked and rubbed Frank through his orgasm, swallowing his cum. He paused and let a good amount of the substance gather in his mouth as Frank’s orgasm wore off, and pulled off to let the last few spurts fall over his face.
“Oh.... fuck,” Frank groaned, having just had the life sucked out of him.
Gerard was still kneeling in front of him, pretty and soaking wet on the shower floor, Frank’s cum splattered on his face and dripping out of his open mouth. Gerard licked his lips, gathering the milky white droplets on his tongue and made a big show of swallowing.
Fuck. That image will never leave Frank’s mind.
“Jesus, fuck,” Frank’s voice came out shaky and broken at the sight. “What the hell did I do to deserve you?”
Gerard smiled sweetly and rose back to his feet. “You’re wonderful, Frankie,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.
Frank hummed and rested a hand on Gerard’s cheek as the kiss deepened, Gerard licking into Frank’s mouth. Frank pretty sure he tasted his own cum on Gerard’s tongue, which was pretty gross , but for some reason incredibly hot. The sloppy kiss didn’t last long, when Frank noticed Gerard’s own hard-on pressing into his thigh. He hadn’t even been touched yet.
Gerard gasped as Frank wrapped his hand around his length . He pushed Gerard back out of the stream of water and licked over his hand like Gerard had done not long before, making sure there was enough saliva to get the job done . Frank didn’t get too fancy, he massaged Gerard’s cock firm and steady, keeping up a rhythm without faltering for a moment until Gerard fell apart.
Frank watched with half-lidded eyes as he brought Gerard to climax. Gerard rocked his hips lazily into Frank’s hand, crying out harshly. He came in heavy spurts over Frank’s abdomen and the hand still wrapped around his dick.
“God, Frankie,” Gerard whined. “You’re so hot.”
Frank laughed, still not used to being showered with compliments. “No, you!”
In their calm state of afterglow, the two quickly washed off their bodies, and triple checked that all the dye had been rinsed out of their hair. Frank turned off the shower and they each grabbed a towel and dried off, and Frank laughed when he noticed the black stains the hair dye had left all over both of their necks.
“We can get it off with rubbing alcohol,” Gerard explained, finding a bottle of it beneath his sink. With time and patience, they worked on removing the most visible stains from their skin, rubbing it roughly with cotton balls soaked in the alcohol.
A few minutes in, they heard the front door to the apartment open, and Mikey walk in.
“Mikey, where’d you go?” Gerard quipped as Mikey walked by the bathroom.
Mikey paused in front of the door. “You guys are nasty,” he responded, and his footsteps headed off in the direction of his bedroom.
Gerard and Frank erupted into laughter. They knew they should try to be quieter, but... well, it was impossible between the two of them.
After they had their clothes back on, Frank proclaimed they had to go out and celebrate his ‘fresh new look’.
His idea of ‘going out’ was a trip to the diner by their high school to get a bite to eat. It was a Saturday afternoon, and he was going to make the most of it, especially with Gerard’s money that could buy him all the food he wanted.
Gerard, Frank and Mikey took a seat in the booth at the back corner of the restaurant, where Gerard had first told Frank that he’s a vampire. As they started to spend more time together, they frequented the diner. It was the perfect place to stop by and hang around at after school. Frank smiled to himself. He’d missed having friends to do things with after school.
Thinking about friends, he felt kind of bad that he hadn’t hung out with Ray in a while. He didn’t even know how long it had been. They talked on the phone occasionally, but not as often. But Frank knew that Ray had other friends, at least. And he hoped he understood. This thing with Gerard was so new, and Frank had never even been in a relationship before, so of course he wanted to spend every waking minute with Gerard.
He knew Ray could hear it in his voice, when he told him about Gerard. The fact that Frank was falling for him, fast.
When the waitress came around, Frank cheerfully ordered a hamburger with fries and a milkshake . They Ways ordered fries as well to keep up appearances, which they picked at halfheartedly when the food came, while Frank practically inhaled his food.
“So do fries taste like shit to you, or what?” Frank asked, amused at Gerard’s mildly disgusted face as he tried to eat a french fry like a normal human being.
“This tastes like dirt,” Mikey grumbled, eyeing the fry he was holding like it was his mortal enemy.
“Damn, I can’t imagine living in a world where french fries taste like dirt,” Frank said, shaking his head and dipping three fries in a copious amount of ketchup before eating them all at once, and then taking a huge bite of his burger.
“It’s a bleak world,” Gerard said dramatically, staring wistfully out the window.
Frank glanced out towards the street as well, just in time to see a few guys on their bikes riding by, whisking down the sidewalk . Frank recognized them in a flash – Tyler, Josh, and Aaron . He instinctively shrank down in his seat, but they didn’t even glance in the direction of the diner, clearly headed elsewhere . Frank shuddered . The city was big, but his neighborhood felt way too small sometimes.
Frank shook his head, trying not to waste any time thinking about them, sipping his chocolate milkshake to try to distract himself . He can’t wait until he turns 18 and drops out of school – he"s going to move far away from this place, and never see any of their faces again . He took a bite of his burger and glanced over to Gerard, sat across from him . Gerard was still looking out the window, his gaze fixed on Tyler and the others, his expression unreadable.
Frank was suddenly struck with a question which he couldn’t believe hadn’t come to his mind before this moment.
“Gerard?” Frank asked.
“Hm?” said Gerard, previously lost in thought.
“Why the fuck are you going to high school right now?”
Gerard chuckled, sharing a glance with Mikey, like it was some sort of inside joke.
“I guess you’re ready to know by now,” Gerard shrugged . “No point in keeping it a secret any longer.”
Frank leaned in closer, “Tell me!”
Mikey raised his eyebrows at Gerard, as if to say are you really going to tell him?
“ We, uh,” Gerard cleared his throat, having one of those rare moments when he didn’t seem to know what to say next . “We enrolled in the school to, uh... hunt.”
Frank nearly choked on his fries.
“You’re serious ?” He asked in a hushed tone, eyeing Gerard carefully.
“Why else would we be there?” Mikey said nonchalantly, as if it should be obvious.
“Uh, I dunno , to learn shit?” Frank stuttered.
Gerard and Mikey laughed.
“Frank, darling, trust me when I say the American public education system has nothing new to teach us,” Gerard said.
Frank blushed, “Yeah, it’s got nothin ’ to teach anybody,” he agreed . “But, like...”
Gerard cleared his throat again, “Yeah, uh, the thing is... it’s gonna sound fucked up to you, so...”
“C’mon Gee, I think I can handle it by now!”
“Fine then,” Gerard rolled his eyes playfully, “Okay . Sometimes vampires, well, we do that . Enroll in a school, or get a job somewhere, join some social circle... to hunt.”
“What do you mean?” Frank asked, still not fully understanding . “Wouldn’t it be easier to just, uh, I dunno ... be anonymous ? Kill someone random and all that?”
Gerard sucked in his breath slowly through his teeth, like there was more he didn’t wanna say.
“My god, okay, because it’s... more fun that way.” Gerard looked up at Frank, wincing slightly as if preparing for some sort of backlash.
“ Fun!?” Frank whispered harshly.
He tried to ignore the way his stomach flipped, and even harder to ignore how it excited him . No , he thought, you should not think this is hot . I know it’s Gerard, but please, you shit brain, it’s not hot, it’s fucked up .
“Yeah... fun.” Gerard smiled slyly . The three of them were crowded closely together over the table, speaking in hushed tones, daring to breach the subject in public.
“Once you’ve been alive for almost a hundred years and have to kill people to survive, you’ll get it.” Mikey deadpanned.
“Ha ha , as if that’ll ever happen to Frank,” Gerard said, elbowing Mikey in the side roughly, “ I think what Mikey means is... we like to have variety?”
“Still doesn’t make sense.” The two of them trying to explain themselves was just making Frank more confused . How on earth was enrolling in a high school giving them ‘variety’ ?
Gerard laughed nervously . “It’s ‘cause it’s gonna sound bad if I tell you . Like, you’ll think I’m talking about you or something – but I’m not, I swear ! In fact ...” Gerard trailed off, shaking his head . “Fuck, might as well get it over with.”
Frank watched him with trepidation , waiting for Gerard to continue . The vampire sighed.
“What I mean is, killing at random gets old . Targeting the weak gets old.” Gerard said solemnly . “Targeting the poor, the homeless, those who were abandoned... it’s the easiest, that’s for certain . Most times we have no other choice . But...”
Gerard bit down on his lip, looking unsure if he should continue . But Frank raised his eyebrows encouragingly, nodding at Gerard to urge him on.
“It’s harder to take down those who are more protected . And sometimes, you want to be able to choose.” Gerard continued, his eyes going darker, “So, we infiltrate . Get closer to our victims . This is only the second time we’ve gone to a school . The first was only 10 years ago, in Moscow . It was a bit easier even then to fake our way in, things change so fast...”
“Go on.” Frank said . He was trying not to get hung up on the fact that the Ways were in Russia just ten years ago, but he wouldn’t let Gerard change the subject.
“Oh, yeah . Well, you could say we got a taste for it . By that I mean, choosing based on the whole person, not just how they smell, or how easy it would be to kill them . So back then, it was some bratty, rich girl who made everyone’s life hell around her . Did you know spending three months despising a person makes them a hell of a lot more enjoyable to kill?” Gerard licked his lips.
“Wow.” Was all Frank could say.
“Yeah,” Mikey said as Gerard fell silent . “And I took out the 11 th year jock who thought he ran the place . You should’ve seen his face when the small nerdy kid he picked on ripped his heart from his chest!” He burst into giggles and Frank’s jaw dropped as he looked at the two of them with a mortified expression.
So much for Mikey’s seeming innocent . Turns out he was a whole 90lbs of sadism.
“Anyways... you guys lived in Russia?” Frank said, changing the subject . “You can speak Russian?”
“ Pochemu ty udivlen ?” A sly smile toyed at Gerard’s lips . “People like us always have to be on the move . Can’t stay in one country for too long.”
“O-okay,” Frank sighed, trying to wrap his head around everything . “ But you said you went to the school to hunt . And now, you’re at my school, so... wait, holy shit...” Frank’s hands were sweating . This was starting to make sense . Too much sense.
If Gerard and Mikey had shown up to pick out a high schooler as prey, then what the fuck was he?
“Well, Frankie, that’s what we’re getting to,” Gerard smiled reassuringly, “And no, it’s not you . If it was , you wouldn’t be alive right now. ”
“Once again, real comforting every time you say something like that,” Frank said sarcastically, rolling his eyes . He squinted at Gerard, studying the vampire carefully, “But if it’s not me, then who?”
“That’s what I was getting to, dear,” Gerard purred, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Gerard plucked the cherry from atop Frank’s milkshake and – hey, Frank was saving that ! But he didn’t even have time to pout as Gerard swirled his tongue around the fruit, before pulling it off the stem with his incisors . He carefully rolled the cherry between his teeth, sliding it under his canines . Frank watched with fascination as he caught the slightest glimpse of fangs, extending for only a moment to pierce the fruit as it was finally crushed between Gerard’s teeth . He licked his lips of the red juice and swallowed it slowly.
His eyes met Frank’s directly.
“I want to let you choose.”
I want to let you choose .
The words rang through Frank’s head as Gerard dropped him off at his apartment that evening . Frank’s boots crunched over the freshly fallen snow, which painted the city an eerie glowing white in the moonlight . His hands were shaking as he keyed in the code to his building, and he knew it wasn’t just from the cold.
Gerard had told him to sleep on it, but deep down, they both knew Frank had already made his choice.
All Frank had to do was speak it into existence . And he wasn’t sure if he was ready yet – to carry the weight of another person’s life.
But if he refused to decide, he knew Gerard and Mikey would kill either way . Frank shivered, wondering what could become of him, if he pointed them in the direction of someone he hated . He’d done everything in his power earlier that year to avoid Gerard, to get him out of his head . But he couldn’t . There was no going back now.
It was all so confusing . What had drawn him so intensely to Gerard from the start ? Was it part of his special vampire powers ? That wouldn’t make sense . Most of the other students seemed to hate him . They avoided him like the plague.
It was different than the way Frank was avoided, though . Frank was seen as vermin, a diseased rat that should never be touched . Gerard, on the other hand, was treated like a threat . A wolf in sheep"s clothing, prowling the campus . Beautiful, but dangerous . The others knew, instinctively, to keep away.
But Frank didn’t care . Forgetting the fear, he only saw the beauty . He would risk his life to gain the loyalty of the wolf . And with their cursed union, he would become unstoppable.
The name rang through his head.
Tyler Joseph.
Frank knew there was no other choice.
He suddenly remembered the way Gerard had clenched his teeth and said, “ He’ll pay for it eventually ”, that day after he suffered a concussion at Tyler’s hands.
He thought maybe Gerard was referring to karma at the time . But maybe, he was planning this from the start.
Maybe Gerard is the karma . The one who holds the power to serve Tyler the justice he deserves.
Frank grinned widely, letting his imagination wander.
He’d always wanted Tyler to die, of course . But it was never a real possibility until now . His face had always twisted in pleasure when he put Frank down, to feel above him . Frank imagined the same face, contorted with pain, as his life slipped away before his eyes.
Would Gerard let him watch ? Would Gerard let him help??
Frank shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away . It may be fun to fantasize, but he wasn’t sure he could handle watching another person die, again . Would it be any different if it was someone he despised, rather than a stranger?
It was exactly 10:09pm when Frank caved and called Gerard . He’d convinced the vampire to buy a cheap cellphone a few weeks ago . Frank sat in his empty apartment, twirling the chord of his own home phone around his finger as it rang.
“Hello? Frank?” Gerard answered, sounding anxious, after the first ring.
“Hey Gee ,” Frank responded, a familiar warmth flowing through his chest at the sound of Gerard’s voice . God, he already missed him, and they’d only been apart for a few hours . Frank was in way too deep.
“Why’d you call?” Gerard asked, although they both knew.
“I’ve made my decision,” Frank declared, “I don’t need to sleep on it . You should guess!”
“Oh, that’s a tough one,” Gerard hummed, pretending to struggle to come up with an answer . “I have no idea...”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get it . Go ahead.” Frank giggled.
“Mikey Way ? I think he’s been getting on your nerves lately . The kid with a bad attitude, he’s always complaining...”
Frank heard a distant “ Hey!” from Mikey in the background and laughed.
“Almost, you’re close, but not him.”
“Oh, well,” Gerard’s tone shifted . He was no longer toying around . “I’ve nearly forgotten his name, it’s so insignificant . He acts like a petulant child, and worst of all, he’s Christian ! What was his name again, is it... Tyler ? Tyler Joseph?”
Frank laughed fully, as Gerard spoke the name into existence.
“Bingo.” he said . He could feel Gerard’s smile, his anticipation, on the other line, in his warm apartment in the abandoned building on the other side of town.
“Okay, Frankie.” Gerard said . “I’ll be over tomorrow at noon to start planning.”
“Tomorrow?” Frank said . “Oh... that’s soon.”
Gerard hummed into the line.
“The sooner the better, Frankie . I’m hungry.”