Good Nite Dr Death

Gerard slammed me back against the door, his mouth locked on mine in a deep kiss.
We were both drunk and a little stoned, an introduction to the delights of weed had followed two bottles of whiskey. It had been a night of dancing, the colours and beats of music addictive as I had swayed between Gerard and Mikey, my other family within sight until we moved on. Club after club until we had somehow made it home barely before dawn.
I had no idea where the others went, only that Gerard had grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs to our room. He was silent, a determined look on his face until we were inside and his self control gave out. I moaned as his lips left mine, trailing down the side of my face to my neck as I pushed his jacket from his shoulders. I felt him bite, the gasp from both of us something that was almost primal. I liked it, the iron on his lips when he kissed me again made the want in me even worse. Gerard knew it of course, pressing his wrist to my teeth so that I could taste him too, the connection between blood and sex self evident.
Strong arms lifted me and I let my eyes close as he carried me over to his bed. I had started to love Gerard’s room. He had a litter of sketches and art in one corner, his desk filled with paper and pens and pads. I knew the work related stuff was all downstairs, the office that he shared with Ray and Mikey was stacked with it. This work was personal, his thoughts on paper and his emotions on show. It was also full of books and curious trinkets from the various travels he had made around the globe. He had started to show me them and explain each one’s meaning.
“This one is actually dangerous”
I had handled the wooden object carefully, looking up at him wide eyed. Gerard pushed a finger to the end and I saw that it had drawn blood. The idea of being staked was one I had hoped was merely a cliché but it seemed not. Gerard smiled, licking his finger before pushing his hair out of his eyes.
“There are vampire hunters out there.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes, some of them are lethal. It’s not always a bad thing, some vampire gangs can’t live in peace with each other and draw attention to themselves. Letting the humans deal with it saves us the trouble.”
I remembered him running the stake down between my breasts as his tongue was now doing. Of course this was infinitely better and he would brook no argument, tenderly removing my clothes while holding me to him. This man was possessive, driven and now I could see the danger that I had so wilfully ignored before. His sorrow after was genuine but what Gerard wanted he took and he had wanted me. I had always been independent, fiercely protective of that in fact but now I loved it, I wanted him to possess me in every way.
“Are you mine Elise?”
“Yes.”
I pulled harder on his hair as his kisses sunk lower. I knew I was writhing, the pleasure radiating up my backbone as his lips gently kissed down my thigh. He giggled at the moan of disappointment when he went no further, resting his head on my leg and grinning up at me as he walked his fingers up instead.
“I could make you beg.”
I giggled, meeting his smirk with one of my own.
“You probably could but why bother when we both know you want it as bad as I do.”
“Because I like it?”
Gerard leant down, kissing between my legs and gently licking along my wetness. I bit my lip so as not to cry out although I knew he was well aware of the effect he was having. I tried not to wriggle, the warmth of his breath was all I could focus on as he continued to explore, lapping at me until there was no point in trying not to moan and I felt his soft triumphant laugh.
“Damn you Gee.”
My voice was breathy and excited, more than a little amused as he gave me the finger in more ways than one. It felt so good, I didn’t want to let the stars in my head go as he expertly worked my body. Gerard it seemed was content to take his time, our previous lovemaking had been more brutal and direct. We had both needed and wanted that, testing each other to see who would break first and it had always been me. This was different and intriguing, his fingers and mouth drawing an orgasm from me before he was even fully undressed.
“I think I’m already damned my love.”
“No, you’re my angel. Nothing as beautiful as you could be damned.”
He smiled down at me, pulling his t-shirt off as I eagerly reached up to free him. It was his turn to catch his breath, I wasn’t about to waste any time in tasting him and repaying the attention I had received. I pushed him onto his back and pulled away the last of the barriers between us, enjoying the sight of his lean, pale body.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
I looked up at the puzzlement in his voice.
“Completely.”
“I thought I was a monster.”
I shrugged with a smile, climbing up his body until I could look into his eyes and I was straddling him. He was hard, his hips rising as I rubbed myself along him. He was frowning a little and I realised that it actually bothered him, that he really thought I would see him as a monster, a vampire only and not the man within.
“You’re not a monster. No monster could draw like you, think like you…love like you.”
He still looked a little unsure, his hazel eyes slightly clouded as I leant down to kiss him, my hands on his chest. I wondered who had hurt him as his arms tightened around my waist and he slid inside me. Both of us were breathing hard and I sat up, desperate to take him deeper as he rolled his hips and arched a little. It was almost painfully pleasurable, the heat and hardness enveloped in fire and I had stopped trying to breath.
I don’t know how long we rode it out, at one point Gerard rolled us over and caught my hands above my head as he bit me again and thrust harder and harder. I was lost in this, sex had always been incredible but this was more visceral and I bit his chest, the brilliant red spilling over my lips as we pushed each other up and over a crescendo of pure heat. I think he called my name as he came, my voice had got lost completely and we both wound up in a twist of sheets, blood and each other.
“I am a monster. Not just because I turned you. I wasn’t always a good man even.”
I looked at him, the outline of his profile was in shadow as the sun behind the thick blinds was fully up. Damp black curls stuck to his cheek and when he turned I could see that he looked almost scared.
“I don’t care, I love you. I wasn’t exactly a model citizen either.”
“Really?”
“Two arrests for drunk and disorderly and one for vandalism after an incident with a cop car and a traffic cone.”
Gerard had to laugh, he couldn’t help it and wound up buried in my chests shaking with giggles as I told him of one too many drinks and one too many Brians to egg me on. It was good to hear him laugh and he told me more about the other vampires. Gangs like themselves, some older and some more violent.
“For now don’t go out alone until Frank has taught you to defend yourself.”
I frowned and he kissed my pout with an apologetic smile.
“There are vampires out there who would delight in taking you from me.”
“Never gonna happen.”
I pulled a face just to see him smile and settled into the crook of his arm, sleep wanting to overtake me. It was easy to dismiss the fears when we were alone or when the others were with us. I was naïve enough to think that nothing and nobody could touch us.
Turned out I was very wrong.

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