I laughed aloud to drown it out,
So I could breathe,
And feel the space around me,
-Marianas Trench [Far From Here -Fix Me]

I agree to letting this vampire paint me, and how it came to it, I didn't know myself, but I knew it felt right. I took off my shirt for him and he looked over my pale body. I couldn't tell if he was impressed or not. I guess I cared far too much. I revealed my tattoos to him and I guess that was cool. I had always wanted someone to see them. One was over my heart and read 'Hope' with a flame and the others were two swallows at my hip bones. Of course there was also part of my sleeve and my knuckles, but he knew about those. My tattoo of the swallows read 'Search and Destroy' and there was a gun on my lower back, tattooed as well. The swallows meaning the search and the gun meaning the destroy. I won't go too in depth.
Gerard walked up to me and smiled a soft, warm, and welcoming smile, and placed his hands on my hips. The contact sent a small spark up my spine and caused me to shiver. The longer he kept his hands there, the warmer it felt, and the less and less I wanted him to move his hands. He then gently knocked his forehead against mine and kept it leaning against mine. I looked from his eyes to his lips and he got the hint, as he kissed me. I kissed him back without hesitation and just lost myself in the kiss. I lost myself to Gerard's intoxicating taste, and feel. He started making small circles with the pads of his thumbs and it caused me to let out a small moan against his lips, and in turn, he smirked. The fucker. I pulled away from him and let out a small chuckle.

"You're beautiful." Was the first thing he said to me. That's not what I expected from him. "Fuck... I mean, I knew you would be, but I didn't expect you to be this beautiful." He breathed out. His breath was fanning my face and it was pure bliss.

"You are, Gee." I informed him. "Now, please paint me." And so he removed his hands from my hips, and I peeled mine away from his arms, and his hot touch left cold spots on my skin now. He got his paints, and mixed the colours properly, and from what I could tell, he mixed a porcelain colour for my skin and a few different shades of red for my eye makeup. After he did so, he positioned me according to how I was positioned when he first began to paint me, and then he began to finish it.
After an hour or two, he had finished, and he had shown me. I was astonished, to say the least. I knew he was a wonderful artist but I didn't realise he was this good. I was left agape as he painted me, far more beautiful than I actually was.

"Do you like it?" He questioned me in a hopeful tone. I was mesmerised by Gerard's work. The paint strokes were so even, so on point, and the shading was done so well. My innocence was captured but it also showed I was strong, and I don't know how he did such a thing. My hair seemed to be doing what I wanted it to do, and it was about time as well.

"Holy fuck. This is why you went to art school." I breathed. "How are you this good at stuff?" He asked.

"I'm not really..." Gerard bashfully blushed. That's when I shuffled across the hardwood flooring and towards Gerard, whose gaze was fixated onto the floor. I slipped one hand up his shirt and around to the small of his back, and one to his face, and I lifted it so he would have to look at me. His hazel eyes, more green than yellow, fixed onto my eyes and showed a small emotion, one of the most important ones. Sincerity. He was being honest about himself.

"But you are, lo zucchero." I whispered to him and grinned. "Your mum and grandma would be proud of you. So fucking proud of you." I rubbed my nose against his.

"Continue speaking in Italian, and we might have a problem." Gerard spoke to me softly, innocence hidden away.

"È così? Perché?*" I teased.

"I'll have to do this." Gerard whispered and gently grabbed my waist, pulling my body into his, and taking the opportunity to kiss me. He kissed gently as if he was afraid to hurt me, as if he was afraid to shatter my very being. I moved my lips in time with his, and kissed with a passion. Then he tried something new. He drew circles over my hips with his thumbs and gently stuck out his tongue and toyed with my lip ring. I made a few noises here and there, adjusting to this, and then I pulled away.

"How about we head to my room, we pick a movie, I play you a song on Pansy, then we watch said movie while cuddling in my bed?" I inquire happily.

"I'd love to. Movie choice is yours. I just want to hear you play." Gerard admit to me. "Say, do you think we could have smoke, Frankie?" I laughed and pulled out a cancer stick, and stuck it between my lips, slipped my shirt on, and cracked open a window. Gerard sauntered over, and sat across from me, pulled out his lighter, and lit the lung cancer. For five minutes we shared the cigarette in silence. I watched the art of blowing out the smoke that this vampire had mastered, and he watched how I smoked fast, to die, rather than enjoy it. "So what's your choice, beautiful?" He asked. A stupid smirk rested on my face.

"Dracula." Was all I said.
Ten or so minutes later, I played him 'Halloween' by the Misfits and he was astounded. He clapped and everything. I thought it was a little over the top, but hey, when you have a vampire boyfriend, what else is new? I put Pansy away carefully before I pulled out my Macbook and searched for a torrent of the movie. Fucking Macbooks without a CD slot. Fuck that shit. Once I had found said movie, I slid under the covers with only my boxers, as did Gerard, and I layed my head on his chest and so began our horror movie marathon.
By the time we had finished, it was around five in the morning. Mikey had gotten in at around twelve in the morning, and crashed nearly as soon as he came in. I don't blame him, however, I do feel bad. He's had to put up with the screaming of girls and guys alike, various chainsaw noises, blood splatter sound effects, and well, everything else. In the end we watched Dracula, Frankenstein (couldn't be anymore original could you Gerard?), Nightmare On Elm Street, Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber Of Fleet Street, and to tone it down a little, Edward Scissor-Hands.
I carefully put away my laptop, and slid it onto my nightstand. I'll move it in the morning. I turned around and came face to face with a certain boyfriend of mine, whose eyes were slightly red. That's strange. I discarded it though. He gently smiled at me, and placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close. I could small the faint intoxicating scent on nicotine lingering in his hair, and the coffee on his breath.

"Hey." He stated and left it to hang in the air.

"Hey." I replied to him and scooted closer to his body, growing colder when I didn't.

"I didn't think you'd be jumping in bed with me so soon." He joked and earned a playful slap on his chest from me.

"You're the one in my bed." I pointed it out to him, causing him to laugh.

"Touché." He whispered to me, and leaned in, rubbing his nose over mine in an eskimo kiss fashion, his eyes closed tight. "Frank, can I be," he paused "frank with you?" A small giggle came from him and he earned another slap from me. Gentle of course, then he earned a nod. "Okay. I- Sometimes I- Okay. Remember the first night I asked to paint you?" I nodded once again, not wanting to break the silence. "Remember when you cut yourself on the razor I placed in a fucking pencil jar? God, that was so fucking stupid." He laughed out a little at his stupidity. "Well, I'm sorry that I- You know- Sucked on your blood. Here's the thing and I feel super bad about it. All that blood in the movies, no matter how fake, reminds me of that, and your blood..." A small hesitation. "It's not bad. It's sweet and I hate myself for it. I'm so sorry. I thought you should know because, well, we're together, or maybe not, but that would crush me." I shut him up with a kiss, a short one, but just long enough for him to kiss back, and pull away slowly. "I'll take that as a 'we're together you dumbass'." We both laughed, and then he entangled out legs together and pulled me closer, if possible. "But I'm sorry I sucked some of your blood, and I'm sorry it tastes fucking beautiful, and I'm so sorry I'm a vampire and not a human being, and I'm really sorry that I want a small taste of the iron filled liquid again." He listed off. I simply nodded in turn, then thought it over.

"Why would you want a taste of my blood?" I asked him, hoping he wouldn't just try to suck me dry.

"I don't know. It's stupid and I'm a-" I kissed him so he wouldn't call himself a freak again. For a while, our lips just moved together, slowly, but then we deepened the kiss. He began to toy with my lips ring, and I let out a small moan, and he took that chance to slip his tongue in my mouth, and we both tried to be more dominant than the other, than is, until he massaged my tongue with his, and I let out a small noise, giving him a small victory, and so the sloppy, slimy, kiss ended.

"You're not a freak, Gerard. You're beautiful." I assured him and a small, very unsure nod came from him. "You're not a freak." I repeated.

"Alright. I'm not a freak." He tilted his head, and kissed my nose rather than my lips and then continued. "I'm sorry I'd like a small taste of your blood. I guess seeing it does that to me. I haven't really tried to stop myself from craving it when I see it, mainly because I haven't seen it in a while. I'm truly sorry, Frank." I gave him a warm smile, and searched for his hand with mine, and he helped me meet it.

"It's alright Gerard, because if it helps you live, I'd let you have a small fraction of it anytime." I explained to him. I guess it may have been really stupid to say, but the more time went on, the less I minded, and the more I cared about this creature that I was falling in love with. "Now, how about we sleep?" I earn a small peck on the lips from Gerard, and then both of us drifted off to sleep while sharing each others warmth, and with me listening to a faint heartbeat of a vampire. I didn't realise they had one.

Notes

The painting Gerard did of Frank. (Yes I painted this, and it was my first time painting a human being okay? Don't judge me. I don't know if it's shit or not. The lighting is also kinda bad in the photo but had it been brighter it would have fucked up the image.)


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