Geracula - The cocksucking count (Frerard)

Frank woke up to someone caressing his cheek gently before he felt a slight tug at his scalp. Someone had just tucked his hair behind his ear. His eyes slowly opened, but the room was too dark and he couldn't make out any shapes.

'Hey, are you awake?' the voice was barely a whisper, but it still made Frank shiver. He felt a cold gloved hand gently grab a hold of his arm in a way that both comforted him and scared him at the same time.

'Who are you? And where am I?' so many questions ran through Frank's head, but all he got for an answer was a deep sigh. A few second of silence passed, until Frank finally heard another noise, like the click of a light switch and his sight was invaded by light.

The room he was in had a tall ceiling, a Victorian chandelier covered in candles swinging gently from it. The walls were covered in paintings of landscapes and portraits of pompous looking men and elegantly dressed women. Most of the room was occupied by the enormous extended pull-out couch that he was laying on.

He tried to get up, but quickly realized that the gloved hand was still latched to his arm, and without even thinking he turned his head around, only to find a pair of deep red eyes staring at him, almost questioningly. Frank's train of thought moved at a thousand miles per hour as he remembered walking home alone. He remembered the cold feeling of the blade against his skin, as he slowly rubbed the spot on his neck, flinching when the intense sensation of pain ran through his body. He remembered the same pair of eyes staring at him, before the boy whom the red eyes belonged to had clicked his fingers. He remembered passing out immediately after that.

He stared at the boy in front of him. Sure, he had ditched the cape and boots, and his hair was now jet black instead of dark brown, but it was still him. 'Who- What are you?' Frank asked softly, and the boy looked back at him sympathetically.

'I am Count Gerard Arthur Way The Fifth and I am a vampire.' there was no hint of humor in his tone, and that worried Frank. He knew for a fact that vampires were definitely not real, they could't be. This had to be some sort of sick joke.

'You're crazy.' Frank said, staring deeply into Gerard Arthur Way The Fifth's eyes, still looking for any sign that he was just being messed with.

'I may be crazy, Frank, but that doesn't make me any less of a vampire.' Frank stared at the boy once again. How had he known his name was Frank?

'How did you know my name?' he found the words stumbling out of his mouth on their own.

'I know a lot of things.' Gerard said with a shrug, which angered Frank. Did this Gerard guy really think that he was going to believe all of this bullshit?

'Oh fuck off!' Frank found himself exclaiming, and Gerard flinched. 'Do you really think I'm dumb enough to actually believe you?' he added, and the other boy just stared at him.

'I'm not lying, and I can prove it.' he said after a pause of a couple of seconds, before letting go of Frank's hand and slowly pulling off one of his gloves. His hands were even paler than his face and you could clearly see the blue and purple veins snaking underneath his skin.

Frank's heartbeat grew louder and louder, ringing in his ears as Gerard brought his own wrist on the same level as his mouth and slowly bit into it, releasing a cracking sound. He stood like that for a couple of seconds before gently pulling his wrist away and showing it to Frank.

A sudden gasp escaped Franks lips as he stared in shock at the two small incisions in Gerard's arm, a dark purple liquid oozing out of both of them. He looked up at Gerard and at the trail of the liquid that was left down his chin before meeting Gerard's eyes.

'See? My blood is different from yours.' Gerard looked at Franks hands as one of them gently grabbed his upper arm, pulling it closer to Frank's face while his other hand's index finger gently brushed against one of the small wounds, scooping up a little bit of Gerard's blood.

Frank lifted his finger until it was right underneath his nose. He gently breathed in and a sweet smell that he could only compare to that of rotting meat stung his nostrils.

'So, do you believe me now?' Gerard asked and Frank looked back down at the wound on Gerard's pale wrist. He breathed in slowly.

This wasn't real.

This couldn't be real.

Frank felt his chest tighten up. He couldn't breathe.

This isn't real calm down Frank he's just messing with you.

He took another glance at Gerard's wrist. He stared at the bite mark. Human teeth couldn't have bit that deep, they weren't sharp enough.

This wasn't happening.

'Frank?' he heard Gerard's voice call out to him, but Frank couldn't seem to answer.

The room around him blurred and Gerard's voice got quieter and quieter. He was seeing through black spots. He heard Gerard scream out his name again, before an open mouth pressed against his own, blowing air back into Frank's lungs.

'Frank? Can you hear me?' Gerard asked, and when he didn't receive any answer he leaned in, ready to press his lips against Frank's again, when the boy's eyes opened and he exhaled deeply.

'Frank? Are you alright?' Gerard's voice sounded beyond concerned, and all Frank could do was slowly nod. Frank looked up at Gerard, at the way there are beads of sweat forming on his forehead and how his hair had fallen into his face, covering one of his eyes. Before Frank could think it through, one of his hands was gently brushing against Gerard's cheekbone. He expected Gerard to push away, but on the contrary, Gerard leaned in even closer, until the tips of their noses were touching. Frank's arms moved so that they were draped around Gerard's neck loosely as he pulled Gerard even closer until their lips pressed together.

Gerard felt tingles through his body as he moved his lips slowly against Frank's, enjoying the sensation so much that he almost forgot that Frank was a human and well... Most humans need to breathe from time to time.

When Gerard did pull away, Frank was left breathless and found himself panting, but he didn't take any time to recompose himself, and started tugging at Gerard's pants. Gerard looked at him with an amused smile as he quickly grabbed a hold of both of Frank's hands and pinned them against the backboard, as Frank let out a whine.

'Shh...' Gerard said as he let go of Frank's hands and slid down his body until his face was at the same level as Frank's raging hard-on. In the blink of an eye, Frank's pants and boxers were missing in action, but he didn't even notice, as he had lost himself in the warm feeling of Gerard's mouth against his member, moaning as he used one of his hands to grab a fistful of Gerard's hair and tug on it, tangling his fingers in the boy's already messy hair. Gerard bobbed his head up and down, each time doing it a little bit faster and it sure took a toll on Frank, who felt the pressure in his stomach grow, not taking long until it became unbearable and he found himself bucking his hips upwards, pushing himself even further down Gerard's throat, moaning as he felt Gerard's teeth unintentionally brush against his shaft.

Next thing Gerard knows, his mouth is filled up with a sour liquid and he nearly gags on it before swallowing. He felt Frank's hand let go of his hair, allowing him to lift his head and look into Frank's eyes, searching for any trace of fear or disgust, but instead finding Frank staring at him warmly with a wide grin on his face.

'So, I'm guessing blood isn't the only thing you enjoy sucking?' Frank asks, a cheeky grin on his face as he gets off the bed and begins searching for his underwear.

Notes

idfk i've rewritten this like three times and honestly i think the chapter could've been better but whatever.