Star Crossed Lovers

I can't help the cringe that runs through my body as Robert slips his arm around my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. I make eye contact with Frank and his eyes for a split second change from venomous to caring while we stare at each other. His eyes immediately changing back to their killer gaze when he looks back to Robert. I can feel the anger coming off of him in waves as he walks behind us, but of course I'm not the only one who can sense it.

"Hey Gee?" Robert ask quietly, leaning towards me. Another wave of anger pulsates off of Frank even stronger than before.

"Yes, Robert? And to you it's Gerard not Gee."

"Whatever you say Gerard." He says with a smirk on his face, "So the pissed off human behind us-"

"What about him Robert?" I ask quickly as I whip my head around to look up at him, I can feel my whole body tense in a defensive posture that is only so common when someone talks about the mate of a vampire.

"He smells delicious doesn't he? I just want to dig my fangs into him an-"

I wrap my hand around Roberts left arm and drag him into an empty classroom. Making sure it's empty and the door is closed behind us I turn to him and try to muster up the best death glare that I can.

"Not here Robert! This is my home now and I won't let you come here and start depleting the human population with your sick addiction to human blood! If I even find out he or anyone else from this school has gone missing I will personally rip your fangs out of your skull!" I inhale and exhale harshly trying to calm myself down but there is still a red tinge to my vision as I look at Bert's grinning face. "What are you smiling about?!" I snap out at him.

"Have I ever told you how hot you are when you get worked up?"

"You're disgusting."

"Keep talking dirty to me."

He grabs me around my waist and tries to kiss me. Turning my face my cheek gets assaulted by his lips. He pulls back and runs his tongue along my cheek. Just as I push him back, grossed out by his spit on my face, the bell rings loudly. His hand caresses my face and I slap it away, looking at him with hatred. He starts to walk backwards towards the door and before he exits the room he stops at the doorway.

"We'll continue this later baby."

He sends me an air kiss and saunters out of the room. Shaking with how furious I am I grab my bag that I had dropped on the floor because of that asshole and make my way to class with my head down and bumping innocent students to the floor as I barreled through the crowds of teenagers trying to make it to class on time. I make it into the classroom just as the bell rings and I sit in my usual seat a couple of seats to Frank's right. I look at him and I start to feel soothed just by his prescence. I think he senses my stare because he looks back and smiles but it turns to a frown with his brow furrowing in confusion. He looks back down at his paper and doesn't look up at me for the rest of the class period.

When the bell rings he's one of the first ones to exit the room. I rush to gather everything but still manage to be the last one out. Looking around the hall I feel disappointed that I couldn't catch up to Frank and ask him what was wrong. As I'm walking to my next class I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and drag me into a room. I gasp from surprise as I'm pushed against the wall on the inside, which I now notice is a closet and not a room. I'm about to start fighting back when I recognize Frank's earthy scent.

"Frank?" All I hear is breathing and the click of a lock, "Frank what's wrong? You're scaring me." I say into the darkness between us.

I can feel his breath as he exhales, the warmth of it coasting along the expanse of my face. I hear his heart and how fast it's beating the blood pouring through his veins faster and faster. A mix of adrenaline, anger, anxiety, and one smell that I can't exactly put my finger on.

I feel him as he reaches up and grabs hold of a little metal chain hanging from the cieling. He pulls it and on comes a single dim light bulb, it doesn't do much but give an eerie aura around us but at least now we can see each others face.

I'm sure I look confused and concerned but Frank looks exactly like each emotion I smelled on him. Before I can even ask again what is wrong, Frank starts talking. He hunches in on himself, crossing his arms and nibbling on his lip,

"So that's the Robert guy. Looks like he really likes you."

"Of course he likes me, our families our the oldest in vampire history and to be frank, we're fucking loaded. It's a win-win situation for him." He just hums in response to me.

"You like him too?" His voice has a wobble to it but the accusing tone is still clear.

"Seriously? That's what this is about Frank? I already told you how I feel about you and this is it different for vampires. We can't just fall out of love with our mates! For you to even suggest that!"

Frank scoffs as he uncrosses his arms, "That sure as hell didn't stop you from dragging him into an empty classroom with you! I was right behind you. Did you think I didn't see!"

"What the- are you fucking kidding me!? I know you heard what he said about you. Why would you even think that?!"

"I can smell him on you."

"Of course you can. He was all over me this morning!"

"No, I can smell him. Just like right on you. I can't even explain it. It's like a layer of him on you, like you're covered in him."

I roll my eyes knowing exactly why I smell like that asshole. I palm my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, I say it so low under my breath that a normal human being wouldn't have heard me but of course my hunter mate heard me as clear as day.

"He licked my face."

"He what?!"

"He tried kissing me and I turned my face, so instead of just backing off the prick licked me."

Frank looks like wants to laugh but then a certain look comes over him and I feel myself being pushed against the wall once more. His hands and lips are all over me and I melt into it. All I can do is whimper as his hot hands rub every part of me that they can. He kisses along my jaw and neck murmuring,

"Mine. All fucking mine. Only me. Right baby?"

"Mmm... Yesss, fuck Frankie!"

I gasp as his hand reaches into my pants thumbing the head of my hard cock, I feel his hand disappear and whine at the loss. I open my mouth to ask him for more but instead he shoves in two of his fingers. I taste something bitter and automatically know it's my pre-cum on his fingers. Even though the taste is off putting I can't help how much it turns me on to suck on his fingers.

"Suck 'em baby. That's right. Fuck. I fucking shit-" he extracts his fingers from my mouth and pushes me down to the ground on my knees. He already has his cock out and is fisting it in front of my face. I want to get my mouth around him but his hand in my hair holds me in place.

"Want to come on you so bad baby. Mark you so that son of a bitch knows who you belong to. Can I baby? Can I cum on you?"

He pants out, his face red and drops of sweat along his forehead. I nod eagerly and wait with my eyes closed for it. He lets out a low moan as I feel a warm, sticky rope of cum hit my face. Rope after rope stripes me, on my eye lids and across my cheeks, some hits me on my lips and I let the tip of my tongue venture out and lick it off. I hear him as he stumbles back against the door out of breath and debauched. He looks up at the ceiling while adjusting his pants, when he's all sorted he looks down at me and smiles.

"You're fucking gorgeous about 99.99% of the time, but right now... You're so fucking sexy, I just want to fuck you day and night. Imagine that baby, how good it would be."

He pulls out a crumpled tissue from his pocket and kneels next to me, helping me to get the incriminating evidence of what we just did, in a fucking janitors closet, off my face. When it's all gone he leans in and inhales deeply.

"All gone now. It's just me. How it should be."

"Yes Frankie."

"Just know this Gerard. You're mine. No one else's."

"Yours."

"But just how you're mine, I'm also yours. Do you understand?"

"You're mine and I'm yours."

"That's right baby."

He grins and helps me up from my knees, I stumble but manage to stand on my wobbly legs. I grimace as I can feel the cooling cum on my underwear. (I really need to get my shit together and stop cumming in my pants like a fucking kid) Looking at his phone for the time he shrugs all nonchalant.

"Well it's too late for second period now" he says, giving me a devious little wink. "Let's head over to third period babe."

In the halls we pass Mikey and Bob, with Ray and Pete trailing a little behind them with a forced scowl on their faces. Mikes and Bob smile at me before their faces turn into one of horror. I pale and before I can look away Ray and Pete's faces scrunch up in disgust and let out sounds of protest as they cover their noses trying to block out Frank's scent. I can feel myself getting paler and paler but Frank just keeps on walking with a shit eating grin on his face.

My embarrassment starts to subside when we finally get to class, but the menacing presence sitting at the back of the room gets me back on edge. Robert makes eye contact with me and smirks as he notices the arm Frank has slung around my middle. Regardless of him, Frank keeps walking in and whispers into my ear as we sit down across the room.

"Mine."

Notes

Okay so I can sit here and give excuses up the ass, writing about my anxiety, depression, my bipolar-ness but I'll spare you my drama and just shut up.

Don't give up on me y'all, I may be slow as a snail but I'm still here.

Love all of you who are sticking with this and all of those who are taking a chance and (hopefully) subscribing.

-Venomous Kiss