So what's one more excuse,
'Cause it's just like the abuse,
Dizzied up in my never try vertigo,
-Marianas Trench [Vertigo - Fix Me]

I woke up in vertigo, my head pounding with an ache that I couldn't stand. I didn't know why it was like this, it just was. The only good outcome was when I turned around and found Frank right beside me. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. So harmless, and so vulnerable. I mentally hit myself. Do people usually think that? Surely they must. I read it in books before. Maybe I was drunk off something else, but who could tell? I watched him stir slightly, and let out a few moans and then, the last thing I expected happened, past his lips, a name so filled with love that it was foreign to me. He let a a little moan, but this time he moaned out my name. My heart began to beat faster. What do I do? Do I wake him? I don't want to leave him. I pulled him close to me. He was so beautiful.
My head was spinning. What would it be like to kiss his neck? I wondered. I snapped myself out of my thoughts and woke him up.

"Frankie." I shook him a little to wake him, and his eyes shot open, then softened when they saw me. I smiled gently at his stunned expression. "Hey. You uh... Were making noises in your sleep. Are you okay?" I asked him, giggling.

"Oh, uh..." He blushes and awkwardly coughs. "Yeah, I'm fine." He scoots closer to me, something unreadable in his eyes.

"Frank?" I ask my voice quivering with worry. His only response in to move closer to me, and slowly pull my hips towards his, and once our hips are touching he stops. I let out a stifled whimper, a noise I never made, but of pleasure, and this was very new to me. I returned the gesture and earned a groan from Frank, and I then connected our lips in a sweet, passionate, gentle kiss. Nothing rough, but something that showed him I held him dearly in my dead heart. Soon enough, the kiss escalated. He kissed me fervently, and as if he needed me, and if I pulled away, his life force would fail him. He pulled me further into his arms, and kissed me without thinking, but with love and I returned it, then I tried something I had seen many do; I gently bit down on his lower lip, causing him to give of a sound that made me want to kiss him all the more. Being this close with someone was never an option for me, and I hated to admit this, but I wanted Frank in my life, for the rest of my life. Is it selfish? Yes. Incredibly. Did I care? Not at all. I only stopped kissing him when the sweet taste of his iron enriched blood trickled into my mouth. I pulled away, horrified, but full of blood lust as well. I wanted more, but I didn't.
Frank carefully watched my actions, his eyes piercing the very being I was. Fuck, I wanted it so bad... I licked my chapped lips slowly, while staring at his bleeding lip, and I swear he started to shake.

"Gerard... Please don't." He begged, and that's what snapped me back to him. I looked at his eyes, mine now red, and he shook like a leaf. I took a deep breath and kissed his forehead.

"I just need food." I answered, and as I did, his Adam's apple went down and back up as he swallowed hard.

"O-Okay..." He hesitantly kissed me, and I kissed him back, moving my hand to his face, so I could gently cup his cheek. I pulled him towards me, and kissed him harder than before. I was addicted to him like he was to nicotine, but I kissed him to live and he smoked to die. When he pulled away from me, I gently moved away and got up, helping him up as well. We both stood in our boxers, I grinned, and sauntered closer to him, and pulled him close so that our chest were touching, and we were both getting a little turned on. I realized this all too soon and jumped away. I couldn't do that. It would never be like that between us, and I couldn't let that happen because I'd probably suck his blood. "Can we go eat?" He asked me, panting slightly, looking beautiful with his swollen red lips, and his blown pupils and bed head. I smiled gently and pulled out two shirts and threw one to him and slipped the other on.

"RACE YOU!" I yelled and ran down the stairs faster than humanly possible. Yes, I wanted to suck his blood, only a little, but food is what kept me from it, and I wanted Frank to live, so this is my priority. I turned around and saw him hopping down the stairs. His expression showed he wasn't pleased. Well fuck. "Um, so I was thinking that maybe we could have scrambled eggs and hash-browns for breakfast?" No reply. "Great... Thanks Frank." I mutter and begin to make some food. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time and I'm not going to lie, I feel uncomfortable. I pull out a pan and a potato. Hash-browns first. I wash and peel the potato, and dice it up into small bits and put it in a bowl so I can mix it with rosemary, some olive oil, oregano, and I dice up an onion and add it in as well. As soon as I turn around to move and put everything on the stove-top, I come face to face with Frank. "W-what are you-" I don't finish my sentence because at this point he's pressed me against the counter, and pulled down on my shirt to kiss me. I let out a moan and carefully moved everything back to where I had it, and place my hands on the smaller man's waist. I couldn't control my thoughts anymore, they were scrambled and all over the place. All I could think about was Frank, and how he tasted like nicotine, and how his fingers were callused from all the guitar playing. I could only think of how his eyes shone when he was excited and how when he was angry, he fumed, and the facial expression he wore was enough to murder someone. My mind was on how soft his lips were and how horribly chapped they were. It even dared wander to the somewhat very pleasant feeling of having our bodied pressed together like we had them now. Breakfast was the last thing on my mind, and Frank was the first. My need for blood became hazy and soon disappeared, because having Frank kiss me, satisfied me to every fucking extent out there, and I was so goddamn pleased that he had agreed to be my boyfriend. I pulled away to let him breathe, as did I, but the last time I checked, I didn't need to breathe. I was dead. "Fuck..." I whispered.

"I just really wanted to do that." Frank shyly mumbled and looked away. In times like these, I got to see his shy side, and it's not something that generally stood out, so I was quite happy with the outcome. "Can I help now?" He inquired. I gave a nod as I knew I wouldn't be able to give him a straight answer. It would all come out as a string of syllables that didn't make any sense. And so he began to take out another pan, and make eggs beside me, occasionally looking over and blushing, then quickly looking back to the dish he was preparing. I sprayed the pan with Pam, and turned on the bottom right burner, and put the hash-browns on the pan and watched Frank. I loved how delicate he was with all the food, and he treated it as if it was worth the world. I guess in a sense it was because it kept you from starving, but he gave it depth. He took preparing food to a new level. He washed everything twice so all the foods would have an equal wash, then he'd make sure to cut everything up two by two because he claimed that he didn't want a piece to be lonely. I watched him with fascination as he did so with the onions, cheese, he cracked the eggs two by two, and always had an even number of ingredients. Once he was done, the hash-browns started to sizzle and so I took a spatula and started flipping everything. "Why do you always watch me when I cook?" He then questioned.

"Because you treat the food and ingredients as if they were people. You never let them be alone. You eat skittles and popcorn two by two, and you crack eggs like that as well. You treat them with great care, Frank. Nobody I've met has done that." I explain to him while continuing on with flipping the hash-browns. He pours his eggs in the non stick pan and watches them cook.

"Yeah, I do that, but because everyone deserves to be treated right. Even you. You're horrible to yourself, you know that?" He then points out to me. I never looked at anything the way he has. I guess this is a new side of Frank I'm seeing today, because while living with him, this is the first time this has happened."You need to stop treating yourself as if you're a monster. You're not Gerard. You're an amazing creature that I wish I could be like. I wish I could be like you and have self control, and I wish I could be artistic, and not only in the musical sense. I wish you'd stop being such an asshole to yourself." He sighed out. He had a fair point.

"I'll try to. I swear Frank." I cooked beside him the whole time, with a huge urge to just kiss him. I just fucking wanted to kiss him and never stop. Maybe it was the fact that he looked so adorable right now.
Once we had finished and had set the table, Mikey had woken up. He sat down at the table as Frank made coffee and I made sure to give everyone an even number of everything. Even the hash-browns. Frank got three mugs of coffee, and placed them on the table. Once we all sat down, Mikey spoke up.

"Is this like, the no-pants-party, or is it just me?" I laughed lightheartedly.

"Yes Mikey, Frank and I aren't wearing any pants, only because we got lazy and we fell asleep in our boxers after a movie marathon." I moved the mug to my lips and took a long sip of coffee, and then started to eat. The eggs were the best I've ever had. How did Frank manage to do such a fucking thing bewildered me.

"You didn't fuck while I was gone?" He narrowed his eyes at us.

"God no, Mikes!" Frank nearly choked on his potatoes. "You're brother is fucking beautiful and all, but I'm not going to fuck him on the spot as soon as you leave." He awkwardly laughed out.

"We just hung out and watched movies. Basically acted like six year old's" I smiled.

"Yeah, and he admit to loving the taste of my blood." Frank wriggled his eyebrows.

"EW GROSS!" Mikey whined but continued eating the food as if nothing was said.
We all finished soon and Mikey helped Frank put away the dishes when we finished. I was sent to change clothes. I decided on my really tight black ripped skinny jeans, and a Smashing Pumpkins shirt. I looked presentable, but I'm assuming to some I look fuck-able. I sauntered downstairs and Frank's mouth fell open. I guess that's what I was going for then. Mikey even choked on his coffee. "Gerard, you look presentable." Mikey grinned.

"Fuck that! He looks stunning, fucking gorgeous. He could probably get anyone to fuck him. He could anytime, but this is- Dude, are you going out to bring someone home or?" He gaped.

"Only you, lo zucchero." I smiled as Frankie blushed a deep crimson. "But I was thinking instead of bringing you home, that I could take you out." I winked and plopped down next to him.

"FRANK YOU GOT HIM TO SPEAK ITALIAN." Mikey groaned out in displeasure. I didn't care, Italian was something I was proud of, and I was damn fucking sure that I was taking Frank out to a movie and then dinner tonight. He deserved it.

"Shut up!" We both told Mikey at the same time. "Whatever, let's just watch some cartoons for a bit, shall we?" I inquired. A few nods came from both parties and I flicked on the television.Adventure Time was on, and I guess we got lost in it because when we stopped watching, it was around three in the afternoon.

Notes

This was supposed to be posted on Sunday.. But that failed. Sorry.

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xxSoulless Vampirexx