Our Hearts Don't Beat Like Their's!

Frank looked in the mirror and tilted his head raising his lip to show his fangs, once he’s happy he nods and pulls his blazer on. Today was going to be a good day. Frank walked out the door and to the school. The students almost going as fast as they could excited to see if they had one of the chosen in their class and could brag. Frank rolled his eyes, he was going over a very good topic today. How to turn a fertile on while killing a human.

As Frank got to his class he sat down and looked around the room, standing up he cleaned up the room and turned to write on the chalk board. His handwriting neat, he had one fertile a Gerard Way. A talented semester and designer on the up rise.

As the time grew closer and closer Frank got more, and more nervous. The Dom that would protect Gerard lead the fertile in. Michael was a wonderful student. Frank swallowed hard when he saw Gerard. He was breath taking. Thin and small of frame, hair as black as night, and eyes as pure as molten gold. Frank was stunned. After the fertile had been sat down, Frank walked over and kneeled kissing his hand as softly as possible.

“I’m Frank Iero the teacher for the class today” Frank said almost stupidly he heart pounding in his ears. “This class isn’t easy but for you it should be easy enough”

Frank smiles stupidly, what was going on in his head? He couldn’t think without wanting to hold this doll to his chest and never let go. To fuck the fertile till he was pregnant and begging for more. Frank thought Gerard smelled of sugar, coffee, and bath salts, a sent that was oddly fitting for this creature of pure beauty.

The rest of the class filed in and Frank got up taking a deep breath. “We have one of the chosen in our class today, if you touch him, his brother and my top student will stop you from touching him. Now we are all going to the lab because todays lesson is how to turn on a fertile while killing a human. There will be a test on this tomorrow. Ms, Way please come with me and I will get you comfortable in your chair.”

Frank smiled kindly and walked up to the fertile and took his arm, leading him to a chair out of the blood spray but to a comfy chair protected by glass that was bullet proof. “Sadly for this I am going to have to restrain you, but for the last twenty minutes you will be left alone to do anything that you need”

Gerard nods as the buttery leather is placed on and fastened, each soft sound that the god that he was tying up was making turning him on, even though it was wrong Frank felt it was so right. Oh so right.

Notes

I am so sorry this is late, the sad thing is writers block and high school messed with this. I finally got the idea of what to write. I am so sorry it is so short but you know how writers block is. the worst thing that can happen for a co-write. I hope more will be up soon

-Blood Splatter-Killjoy