Frank woke up with a monster headache, like he had been drinking all night…well he had been drinking, but it could not be…

“Oh fuck.”

The sun was beaming on his face and Frank covered his eyes with his arm.

“Well good morning to you too sunshine, plan on sleeping the day away?”

“Patrick? What time is it and why is the sun so fucking bright?”

“Bright? It’s like midafternoon, the sun is getting ready to go down.”

“What? Ah fuck, glasses please.”

Patrick rolled his eyes and handed Frank his sun glasses. Frank slipped them on and tried to sit up, but his head was pounding. The phone started to ring and that made it worse.

“Hey mom, what’s up?”

Patrick spoke for a few minutes and then crossed to Frank.

“She want to talk to you.”

Frank groaned and took the phone.

“Hello?”

“Welcome back to the land of the living Frankie.”

“What do you want mom?”

“Grant asked me out to dinner and I would really like to go, so would you take care and watch Patrick tonight?”

“Ma, he’s like practically a teenager.”

“Yeah! I’ll be fine!”

“Frank, it has been a long time since someone took any interest in me and…”

“Alright mom, I got it.”

“Thank you Frankie.”

“Yeah, sure. Bye.”

Frank hung up and rolled out of the bed. The brothers went down stairs to find food.

(time passes)

“Patty, hand me the aftershave over there.”

Patrick’s grandfather was fixing his bowtie in the glass of one of the cabinets that held his stuffed possessions. Patrick turned and saw nothing.

“I don’t see it grandpa.”

“It’s on the window sill.”

Patrick looked, but only saw windex. He picked it up.

“This?”

“Yup, that’s the stuff.”

Patrick chuckled as he sprayed it on his grandfather’s hands and he slapped it on.

“Ah, fresh as can be.”

“Someone have a hot date.”

“Yup, gonna take out the widow Murphy tonight.”

He picked up a stuffed woodchuck in his arms.

“See you boys later.”

They laughed as they heard he hop into his car and drive off. Frank turned to say something to Patrick when the house began to shake. They both turned and saw motorcycle headlight’s going by the house. There was sinister laughter and revving engines. Frank walked toward the door. The noises were getting closer.

“Frank don’t!”

Frank ignored Patrick and opened the front door…there was nothing there.

“What's going on Frankie?”

“Go take your bath.”

Patrick nodded and headed upstairs with the husky. Frank went into the kitchen to get some milk. He was about to sip from the carton when a pain in his stomach made his drop the container. He cried out and howled as the pain ripped through him.

---

“I’m a lonely boy, I ain’t got a hooooome!”

Patrick sat in the tub using way too much soap as he splashed and sang to the radio with the dog giving him looks.

---

Frank made his way up the stairs. He was hungry.

---

Patrick howled along with the dog as he piled more bubbles on his head.

“Take it!”

He pointed to the dog.

---

He could smell it, he could practically taste it. The living red river flowing through their veins. He wanted it, he craved it.

---

“Dive dive dive!”

Patrick ducked under the water to wet his head. He heard something under the water. He popped back up and saw that the husky was gone. He got out and toweled off. He slipped his robe on and opened the door.

“Frankie? Hello?”

Patrick walked down the stairs and saw Frank on the floor at the bottom. He was clutching his arm. He wrist was torn and bleeding.

“Frank, what happened? What did you do to my dog?”

“Nothing, I did nothing.”

“Oh yeah, then why did he attack you? You must have done something!”

“He was protecting you…he was protecting you…from me.”

Patrick watched as his older brother stood up. He looked behind him.

“No reflection."

“What?”

Patrick pointed. Frank turned and looked. They were both standing in front of the mirror, but Patrick could pass his hand through Frank in the mirror.

“You’re one of them Frank. You’re a creature of the night.”

Patrick backed up to the stairs.

“Patrick wait.”

“My own brother! A goddam fucking vampire!”

Patrick raced up the stairs. He ran into his bedroom and locked the door, then grabbed his comic and found the Frog brother’s number and dialed it quickly.

---

“You did the right thing calling us.”

“I mean the reflection yeah, but…”

“Has he been sleeping during the day?”

“Is he avoiding sunlight?”

Patrick tried to keep up with the rapid fire questions from Brendon and Ryan.

“Yes yes, but…”

“No buts, you did good.”

“Now, you need to get a good sharp stick.”

“And drive it right through their…”

“I can’t do that, he’s my brother!”

Patrick had been shouting cause Frank was pounding on the door begging him to let him in. Suddenly the banging stopped.

“Frank?”

Patrick crept to the door. He unlocked it and opened it slowly in case it was a trick and Frank was going to pounce on him. Nothing was in the hallway.

*ring ring*

Patrick jumped when he heard the phone. He picked it up.

“H-Hello?”

“Patty?”

“Mom, hey, uh, I think we need to have a long talk when you get home.”

“Patty, what’s wrong dear?"

“I can’t really talk about it on the phone mom.”

“What is all that noise I hear, is that Frankie?”

“Mom, it’s not the time I…”

“Don’t listen to him ma!”

Patrick looked out the window and saw his brother. They were on the second floor.

“AHHHH! MOM, HE’S TRYING TO GET ME! HE’S GONNA KILL ME!”

“Oh my god! Patrick, I’m coming!”

---

Grant was enjoying his appetizer and waiting for Linda to return when he saw her running across the parking lot and getting into her car.

---

“PATRICK, HELP ME!”

Frank was clinging to the window sill of his brother’s bedroom. He gave up on Patrick and had gone down stairs when he was lifted up to the ceiling and forced out the window by some unseen thing. Now he was fighting for his life to not be carried away into the night sky.

“STAY BACK FRANK!”

“HELP ME PLEASE!”

“YOU’RE A VAMPIRE!”

“I’M YOUR BROTHER!”

That touched something in Patrick. He ran to the window.

“Patrick, please, help me.”

Patrick threw all reason out and opened the window. He pulled Frank in. They huddled on the floor with Frank gripping the sill to stop from flying out again.

“Frankie, we have to tell mom.”

“No Patrick, we can’t.”

“But Frankie, this isn’t like getting a D in school.”

---

Linda drove up and ran to the front porch. She rushed in the door.

“Patrick! Patrick!”

“It’s okay mom.”

Patrick came down the stairs.

“I was reading a horror comic and I got freaked out and thought that something was coming through my window. I’m sorry.”

“You know, I have just about had it with you two and your…what is this mess?”

Linda walked into the kitchen and picked up the fallen milk container.

“You spill milk and don’t pick it up and you leave the door to the fridge open to air condition the entire house?”

“That wasn’t me! I was in my room it was Fra…”

“Well then I am going to talk to him.”

“You can’t he’s asleep. Come on mom, you know he has not been sleeping lately. Don’t wake him up.”

“Alright, but in the morning…”

“Thank mom.”

Linda kissed Patrick on the cheek and then headed to bed.



*knock knock*

“Mom?”

Linda looks up from her book.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Here?”

“It was a really scary comic book.”

“Alright, come on.”

She shifted over to make room.

“Did you eat pizza tonight?”

“N-No?”

“Funny, I smell garlic.”

Patrick quickly closed his robe over the string of garlic around his neck.

---

Grant arrived home disappointed that his date ended without explanation. He was sure though that Linda would explain everything in the morning. He closed the gate and headed up the long walk way to his front porch. Suddenly he stopped.

“Hello?”

No one answered. Then out of the shadows came Thorn, his dog.

“Hey girl, was that you making that noise?”

He pet the dog and then jumped as the lights along the porch went out. He heard and saw motorcycle headlights. As he watched, they came closer and closer…

---

“Gee!”

Frank jumped off his bike and ran into the caves.

Gee was sat quietly on a four-poster bed in a dark corner, slightly hidden behind one of the threadbare and torn lace curtains. He was wearing a long plain grey t-shirt dress with the sleeves pulled down over his hands, and he was holding a floppy brown rabbit stuffie in his lap.

He watched as Frank ran in with a torch he must have grabbed from the tunnel. He saw Frank looking around, and apparently not seeing him, then lighting one of the fire barrels. He chose then to to make himself known.

Gee stood from the bed, leaving the stuffie behind, and stepped into the light.

"Frank."

He said softly.

"Gee."

Frank turned around and saw the boy standing there.

"Gee, what's happening to me?"

"Oh Frank."

Gee said sadly, walking toward him.

Frank saw Gee open his arms and he stepped into them. The boy's body felt good against his. He looked into his eyes as he caressed his cheek.

"I'm sorry Frank...I don't know how to help you."

Gee said, his voice cracking as tears slipped from his eyes.

"Gee."

"I'm sorry Frank, I'm sorry..."

Gee kept repeating through his tears as he leaned slowly in, tentatively connecting their lips.

"I'm sorry."

Frank felt the tears on his lips and tasted the salt. He licked at the soft flesh.

Gee sobbed softly, parting his lips a little.

Frank pressed his tongue in, just tasting the boy. He pulled him in closer.

Gee whined, pressing himself against Frank more.

Frank deepend the kiss. He felt desperate to understand everything going on and it seemed that all the answers were inside this amazing boy.

Gee pulled back with a gasp for air. His face was flush and his eyes dark.

Wordlessly he took Frank's hand in his and lead him over to the bed.

Frank sat on the bed and watched as Gee slipped his t-shirt dress off and revealed his pale skin. Frank was in awe of him.

Gee bit his lip as he looked up at Frank through his lashes. He could feel his lacy white panties stretching over his semi-hard cock, and Frank's eyes roaming his body.

"Come here."

Frank waited for Gee to move forward and he gently pulled him into his lap. He ran his hands all over his back and then slipped his hands down and cupped his ass.

"Beautiful."

Gee shivered slightly.

"Really?"

He said quietly. He wasn't used to hearing that...Pete never said things like that to him.

"More than beautiful, ethereal."

Gee smiled, his eyes lighting up. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to Frank's for a moment before sitting back a little.

"Thank you Frankie."

He breathed.

Frank smiled and moved one hand up to Gee's neck. He pushed his fingers into his long hair and then tilted his head, pulling him in.

Gee relaxed, letting Frank take control. He mewled as their lips met.

Frank pushed his tongue between Gee's lips knowing it was alright. He took full control of the kiss as he felt the boy pushing down with his hips.

Gee pushed Frank onto his back, leaning down over him to continue the kiss. He ground his now totally hard lace covered cock against Frank's denim covered one...whining into the other boy's mouth.

"I want you Gee."

"Then...take me."

"Ride me."

Gee nodded slightly, sitting up. He shuffled backward a little and unbuttoned Frank's jeans, then started to pull them down his legs. He gasped lightly as Frank's inked skin was revealed to him.

"Wow Frankie..."

He murmured in awe.

"They're beautiful. Do you have more?"

Frank grinned and shifted out of his jacket showing the ones on his arms. He then pulled his shirt over his head.

Gee's eyes widened.

"Woah."

He really wanted to taste them all. He abandoned Frank's jeans around his knees to lean down and lick one of the swallows on Frank's hip.

Frank groaned. Gee's licks were like a kitten's; quick and tentative. He wanted to just haul the boy up so that he could prep him, but everything felt so good too.

Gee looked up through his lashes at Frank's face as he took hold of the top of his boxers and pushed them down. He then licked a line up the underside of Frank's cock before returning to removing Frank's pants and underwear.

"Fuck Gee, I need to...do you have any..."

Gee looked up, tilting his head.

"Any what Frankie?"

"Prep...I want to, oh God..."

Frank brain was off line from what Gee was doing to him.

Gee shook his head, blushing slightly.

"I don't need prep Frankie."

"What?"

"I'm a vampire Frankie...I don't need prep. Just take me...pleeeease"

Frank looked up at the boy. He then pushed him down onto the bed.

"Are you sure? I mean I don't have anything with me..."

"I'm sure...and I'm a vampire, not a girl...I can't get pregnant Frankie."

"Right right, sorry, I just..."

Frank looked into Gee's eyes as he carefully slid his lace panties down and off.

Gee whimpered as the cool air touched his heated flesh. A bead of pre-cum glistened in the flickering firelight on the head.

"Gee."

Frank trusted the boy for some reason so he moved betweem his legs and pushed in slowly.

Gee's mouth hung open, his eyes squeezing shut as he let out a high whine and arched his back. His fingers twisted in the sheets beneath him so he didn't scratch up Frank's painted skin.

"Am I hurting you?"

Frank was really worried.

Gee opened his eyes slowly to meet Frank's. He shook his head.

"Feels so good Frankie...keep going."

Frank nodded and pushed till both their thighs were touching.

"Feel so good Gee. so good."

Gee nodded, unable to form words right now. He took hold of Frank's hand and brought it to his mouth, taking in three of Frank's fingers and sucking on them as his eyes fluttered shut again...he'd always had an oral fixation.

Frank was trying to control his movements, but Gee made it so hard, literally, as he was sucking on his fingers.

"God Gee, you are perfect."

Gee opened his eyes to look up at Frank as he carried on sucking.

Frank started to sync his fingers up with his thrusting.

Gee moaned around Frank's fingers.

Frank wanted to take his time. Wanted to make everything perfect, but Gee was so tight and warm around him he found himself heading to his climax faster than he wanted to.

Gee pulled off of Frank's fingers with a gasp, then swallowed as his body shuddered.

"I thought *uh* I thought you wanted *uh* me to ride you? *uh uh*."

"Next time baby, oh fuck, next time."

"You want a *oh* a next *uh*...next time?"

"Yes, ah ah, so much...I want to...."

Frank lost his breath as he shifted a bit and made Gee shout.

"FRANKIE!"

Gee screamed out, his body arching hard as Frank hit his prostate dead on.

Frank took his fingers back and pulled Gee up into his lap, balancing himself on his knees. He held the boy close to him and fucked up into him aiming for that spot every time.

Gee squeezed his eyes shut and went ragdoll-limp as loud moans and screams escaped his lips, echoing around the cave.

"Do you need me to..."

Frank couldn't even finish his sentence as the boy painted his chest white.

"FRANKIEEEEEE!!"

Gee screamed out, body shaking and clenching hard around Frank's cock.

That was all that Frank could handle. The tightening of Gee's body around his cock set him off and he sunk his teeth into Gee's pale skin as he roared through his orgasm.

Gee shuddered hard and then blacked out, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Frank panted and then carefully lay down with the boy. Since he didn't have to worry about protection, he stayed in and long as he could. He started to drift off and then heard the sound of motorcycles in the distance.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So writing this fic, I write all the vamps, while my beautiful co, momiji_neyuki, writes all the humans...in other words...I was only here for the sex. ;)

Hope you enjoyed...

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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