Frank

I gasped as a hand gently curled around my shoulder as I sobbed into my hands uncontrollably, my body wracking with sobs.

“It’s OK,” he whispered, sitting down next to me and pulling me close to him.

I felt the wall I’d built up break and I threw my arms around his neck, scrambling into his lap. He just let me, holding me in silence. All I could think about was how many times Gerard had held me like this, letting me sob into his chest and rubbing my back soothingly. I couldn’t help but cling on to Mikey. He was right. I couldn’t just ignore what it meant, what this connection made me feel. I felt like I knew him, inside and out and I felt like he would make it better. He was supposed to take care of me and look after me and I felt it so strongly it overwhelmed me. He’d literally made me, made everything I was and ever would be.

I flinched when he called me Frankie. Only Gerard had ever done that.

“H-how?” I stuttered, looking up at him with big eyes.

“Let me show you,” he breathed.

I froze in shock when his lips pressed against mine, not forcefully but certainly in a suggestive way.

I pulled back. “No Mikey, I can’t.”

“You can Frank, you can and you know it. He won’t do this, he won’t ever give you what I can. Let me show you Frank and if you still think you don’t want me, if you still think you want him, then fine. But just let me, please. I want to make it better.”

I swallowed heavily. “Mikey, I don’t want to do this to him.”

Mikey groaned in frustration against my neck, gliding his lips over my skin teasingly. “But look at what he’s done to you Frank…he’s rejected you.”

I shifted uncomfortably as he continued to press hot, wet open mouthed kisses against my neck and my jaw. The reason I felt uncomfortable was because it felt so right.

“Just let him go Frank,” he whispered heavily, his body pushing against mine and knocking me back on to the bed.

I fell back with a soft gasp, my head hitting the soft pillows and Mikey’s body crawling over mine.
He stared in to my eyes before they flickered down to my lips, flitting all over my face, his expression slowly morphing in to one of desperation.

“Do you know what it does to me?” he growled in my ear. “Do you know what it’s like to see you like this, spread out and staring up at me like this?”

I groaned, his words going straight through me and my hips involuntary jerking upwards to meet his. He gasped out and crashed his mouth against mine hungrily, his hips rolling forcefully down in to mine. All I could do was writhe against him and kiss him back desperately whenever his mouth landed on mine. I was useless when he began to pull at my clothes, tugging them off of my body hastily. I tried to help, wriggling out of my jeans and lifting my arms up as he tore away my shirt.
When we were both left in our boxers, he lunged at me again, he hands and mouth everywhere. I couldn’t take it.

“Mikey, Mikey please, just-”

I was cut off by his hands creeping into my boxers and his teeth sinking in to my collar bones, his tongue flicking across my skin.

“Oh,” I gasped out, my face contorting in pleasure.

He hummed low in his throat, his hips still rocking against me. “Frank, God, I need-I need-”

“Yeah, yeah, shit Mikey, want you to,” I whined desperately into his mouth

He slithered down my body and clamped his teeth on to my hip, sucking the skin and grazing his teeth over it before licking a stripe down to the waist band of my boxers and hooking his teeth around the material, dragging it down. I watched as he tossed them aside with his teeth and the way his teeth morphed in to fangs and he slowly moved back up to my neck mouthing softly at my pulse.

I ran my shaking hands down his ribs nervously, taking in every inch of his skin. When my fingers brushed against the waistband of his boxers, I slipped them underneath and pushed them down his hips. I could feel his mouth stretch in to a smile against my neck and his boxers were quickly strewn on the floor with the rest of our clothes.

I whimpered in to his mouth when he began to grind down against me, the feeling of our bare skin sliding against each other making me shiver. I looked up at him with half lidded eyes, panting heavily.

“Mikey, please,” I whispered raggedly.

He just groaned and leant over me to the nightstand, yanking the drawer open and seizing a bottle of lube. I bit down on my lip and gasped in surprise when my fangs pierced my skin. Mikey looked at me and chuckled.

“Natural reaction,” he breathed heavily before leaning down and trailing his tongue gently over my throbbing fangs and making me shudder.

(A/N: ummmmm……yeah……. Just to make it easier, vampires don’t have any STDs or anything so…….. no condoms!!!! YAY!!!!!)

I watched as he opened the bottle and squirted the substance on his fingers and then discarding it behind him. My breath was hitching in my throat as his cold fingers softly probed against me, teasing me, low, quiet moans escaping my throat. I threw my head back when one finger slid in gently, quickly followed by another. I gripped on to Mikey’s arms tightly as he worked his fingers in and out of me, my breath ragged and heavy. My back arched as he added a third finger and he kissed me firmly, his breath hitting my face as he pulled away.

“Yeah?” he asked, his fingers stretching and moving around inside of me.

“Mmm, yeah,” I managed to get out whilst I writhed against his fingers, unsatisfied with them now I’d gotten used to the stretch.

He kissed me again and a spur of boldness took over me. I pushed him back so I was straddling his lap and grabbed the lube. I coated my hand with it and then stroked him, his dick becoming slick and even harder.

He groaned and bucked up into my hand, his hips thrusting in time with my strokes. He watched me as I manuevered myself so I was lined up with his dick and slowly eased myself down, my face contorting in pleasure and louds gasps coming from my mouth.

“Shit, oh fuck! Frank, Frank, oh my God!” Mikey cried out beneath me, his hips jerking upwards instantly and his grip tightening on me.

We both lay there gasping for a few minutes before I began to roll my hips down, getting used to it.
Mikey’s hands gripped my hips and began to push upwards and we set up a rhythm, rocking in time with each other, heat building through my body in waves of ecstasy and euphoria. When he hit my spot I choked on my breath and froze, my back arching.

“Fuck,” I gasped out, my eyes rolling in my head it felt that good.

“There?” Mikey asked in between breathy moans and ragged breaths.

“Yeah, yeah-oh, oh God- right fucking there,” I yelled, speeding up my movements.

Mikey’s hand found my dick and my head lolled back as he kept thrusting in to the right spot and his hand fisted me steadily.

I kept panting and swearing, cursing his name and moaning, squirming with unbearable pleasure.

“Mikey, nearly there, nearly fucking there,” I groaned.

I felt him kiss my throat before his fangs punctured my skin and I wondered how I managed to keep it together for as long as I did, the hot liquid running down my throat, the sweet stinging pain in my neck, the waves of pleasure rolling through me as he sped up and he grip got tighter on my dick.

“Come on baby,” he rasped in my ear. “I got you Frank, come on, come for me. Want it so bad, I got you, I promise, just come for me.”

I whined and shuddered as his words sent me over the edge, the heat ripping through me and sending my body in to complete bliss, only for him to come straight after, his hips stuttering and my name being moaned as he came.

We both stilled, our breathing out of control and our hearts racing. He reached up to lick away the blood on my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, full of heat and passion. He pulled back to look at me, holding the back of my head.

“You,” he gasped, “you’re fucking amazing.”

The next thing I knew he’d pinned me down and began to repeat what we’d just finished.