Vampires Will Never Hurt You

The whole situation was confusing to Mikey but he didn't let it bring him down. Sure, he had no idea when he'd ever see Frank again -- if he'd ever see him again -- and yeah, he couldn't stop thinking about him but- but he was totally fine. Absolutely.
But his closed-off posture said otherwise. He'd hardly said a word to his brother all day and he'd only speak five words or less to the customers at work. The poor thing was, lost in a sense. He wanted to see that selfish Frank again, but how? If he decided to randomly show up at his cabin, there's a chance the vampire might rip his head off or something.
Mikey sighed at the thought as he stuffed a few comic books into a white plastic bag. He didn't even smile at the customer when he handed them their items, but instead took their money and avoided eye-contact as his mind was elsewhere.
But maybe he didn't have to worry about when he would see Frank again, as the world clearly had something else in mind.
The man in question walked in shortly after, wearing a long, dark trench coat -- rather than his usual cloak. Mikey didn't notice him of course, as his eyes were glued to a comic book he'd read a dozen times before. Frank quietly made his way around the small shop, looking over the books and making silent comments to himself about them as the room slowly cleared of the few customers around.
When the coast was clear, Frank grabbed a random book off the shelf and made his way over, tossing it up on the counter over the book Mikey was reading. The man flinched and jerked his head up as if to ask this rude ass just what the fuck he thinks he's doing -- but then he froze. Eyes wide as he took in the dark creature who stood before him. He stood up straighter, clearing his throat as he felt his heart begin to race.
"What are you doing here?" He mumbled, confusion and slight fear written all over his face. Frank shrugged, gesturing to the comic book on the counter.
"Needed something new to read," He muttered lamely, awkwardly shifting his weight from one leg to the other.
Yeah. Right. Mikey snorted and crossed his arms.
"Like you read comic books."
"You don't know what I do," Frank hissed suddenly, glaring up at the man in front of him. Mikey rolled his eyes and grabbed the book, ringing it up and stuffing it in a bag, handing it back. He took the money Frank passed him and put it away.
"What are you really doing here?" His tone held the right amount of disinterest, but on the inside, Mikey was actually really fucking happy to see the vampire again. A bit nervous, too.
"I, just-.." Frank started, scratching his cheek. "I'm sorry, alright?" Mikey raised a brow at this.
"You? Sorry?" He snorted. "For what?"
The vampire huffed, clearly irritated as he looked up at the man with that same intense stare that always made him uncomfortable.
"For being such a fucking dick, that's what."
"Oh," Mikey replied, slightly surprised. "Well.. Alright." He shrugged. Frank's brows furrowed as he stepped closer to the counter.
"Alright? That's all you have to say?"
"Well, you're kinda still being a dick right now, so.." He stated, holding back a smile as the vampire groaned in frustration.
"You're a pain in my dead ass, Way."
Way? How'd he know Mikey's last name? Hm. However he found out, Mikey didn't care at this moment.
"I could be a bigger pain in your ass," He countered unexpectedly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Frank looked almost horrified and so much more confused at the man's obvious and random flirting.
"Mikey!" Gerard's voice called suddenly from the side, grabbing the attention of both men. He walked over, beaming at his little brother. "I hope you're treating our customers well."
"Sure," Mikey replied, flashing a smile and looking at Frank as his brother's attention was now turned to him. "That's Frank. He's uh-.. A guy I met."
"Oh! Nice to meet you!" Gerard beamed, holding a hand to the man of the hour. Frank looked almost skeptical as he took his hand and shook it.
"You're Mikey's brother?"
"Yep! The oldest. The bigger geek too, I suppose." Gerard shrugged with a soft grin. He wasn't bad looking -- no, not at all. In fact, he was fucking gorgeous. Much like Mikey.
The vampire smirked as he stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, his lip catching between his teeth as he openly eyed the brother. His eyes briefly flicked to Mikey and -- just as he thought. The man's eyes were filled with pure jealousy. Frank nearly burst out laughing before his playful expression dropped, his usual solemn posture returning.
"I wanna hang out again.. If you'll have me." He mumbled, shifting slightly as Gerard was still standing there watching the two of them.
"You can come over?" Mikey suggested, briefly glancing at his brother with 'get out of here' eyes. "My shift's almost up."
"Alright. See you then." Frank nodded, grabbing his purchase and bowing slightly -- more for show -- as he backed away and walked out.
Mikey couldn't help the smile he broke out once the vampire was out of the shop. He felt fucking ecstatic and hopeful. Beside him, Gerard shook his head.
"That guy's weird," He spoke, but smiled when Mikey looked up at him. "I'll be home much later tonight.. Just a heads up." Gerard smirked slightly and walked off, leaving his little brother alone to blush and smile stupidly to himself.
* * *
Mikey was pleasantly surprised to find that Frank had waited outside for him to finish up with work. It was sweet in a way, but then again, it's not like the guy even knew where he lived so he couldn't exactly just go to his place to wait. Nonetheless, he was happy.
When they arrived, he started the tea -- green tea, as requested -- before giving Frank a little tour of the apartment.

"And that's Gerard's work corner," Mikey informed, gesturing to the office desk in the corner.
"Work corner?" The vampire questioned with a raised brow.
"Yeah. We can't exactly afford a whole office for Gee to have to himself and the apartment isn't that big, so.." He shrugged. Frank only hummed in response.
The tea was ready by the time they'd finished the downstairs tour. Mikey poured some tea into two white mugs, passing Frank the other as he carefully sipped his own.
"Can I see upstairs?" He mumbled after a beat, his gaze drawn to the staircase.
"Sure."
Frank flashed a small smile to Mikey, which surprised the hell out of him. He said nothing of it, though, as he lead the way, showing him around. There were pictures on the pale yellow walls of Mikey and his brother -- barely any family photos. The bathroom was small and cluttered, but it was still in working condition. That's all that mattered.
"This is my room," Mikey sighed as he stepped into the small bedroom. There were band and comic posters all over his walls, a shelf to the side stacked up with CD's to add to that music lover vibe. Frank took it upon himself to explore the room -- looking at the queen sized bed with dark blue sheets, a nightstand beside that with a lamp and an alarm clock. Nothing of importance, really.
The closet door opened with a squeak as Mikey decided to dig through the pile of clothes inside. He wasn't the neatest guy Frank has ever met, but he wasn't the messiest either.
Something caught his eye -- a bright red bass in the corner of the room. It was perched on a guitar stand, next to a small box-like amp. Frank smiled at this as he approached it, gently taking the instrument and checking that it was in tune -- which it was.
"Don't drop her now," Mikey warned from his closet, a smile flickering on his face.
"I won't, I won't," The vampire assured as he sat on the edge of the bed, plucking at the strings with his fingers and humming.
"You used to play, I assume?"
"Yep," Frank confirmed, creating a steady rhythm. "I had a life before I turned, ya know."
"I'm sure," He smiled to himself, picking out a clean, plain white t-shirt. "You still play?"
This was good, at least in Mikey's opinion. They were actually talking in a friendly way rather than snapping at each other. This was progress.
"I don't have my guitar anymore," Frank shrugged, glancing up at the man and pausing. His eyes were met with Mikey's exposed back -- his skin milking white and smooth looking. The man probably thought nothing of it as he pulled his pants down and off, leaving him in just his boxers.
Frank's eyes widened slightly as his lip caught between his teeth, muffling a faint whimper. Mikey's brows furrowed as he looked back at the vampire, a hint of concern -- but mostly amusement -- in his eyes.
"You okay, there?"
"Huh? Yeah- Just fine," Frank nodded, dropping his gaze back to the bass in his lap. He ignored Mikey as he pulled on the fresh shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants, only looking up when he knew the man was dressed.
"Sorry 'bout that," Mikey mumbled as he sat beside him on the bed, finishing off the last of his tea. The vampire only shrugged and sat the boy's bass aside.
As the next couple hours passed, the two finally got to know each other more as they slowly opened up to one another. A lot of the things though, Frank already knew about Mikey. It was a bit odd to the man at first, until a smirk pulled at his lips when it finally hit.
"You've been stalking me, haven't you?" He asked knowingly. How else could Frank know about what the boy does in his free time? How else could he know anything about Mikey when he'd never told him it before?
Frank, however, huffed at this, as if the boy was being ridiculous.
"You have been!" He beamed, grinning. "Stalker."
"I am not a stalker, okay? I just.. observe." He mumbled sheepishly.
"Oh yeah, sure. Observe in a stalker way?" Mikey teased.
"Oh, whatever. Fuck you, Michael."
"You'd like to," He countered smoothly, biting back a laugh as Frank's eyes grew wide. "Oh- You're so easy!" He cracked, giving the man a playful shove.
The vampire laughed softly -- something he'd finally started to do around Mikey -- and shook his head. He wasn't denying what the boy said -- he is pretty easy to mess with. When the man lifted his head, his eyes met Mikey's and he cracked a grin at the childish gleam in his eyes.
"You're an idiot," He mumbled, shoving his shoulder half-heartedly.
"You like it, though." The boy countered easily, biting his lip as his gaze fixed on Frank's mouth.
The playful vibe was fading quickly and Frank felt slightly uncomfortable at the look that now filled Mikey's eyes. What was it, lust? Desire? What did he want? Specifically, what did he want from Frank?
This poor vampire was never good with people -- nor was he any better with boys that he liked. The only sucking going on in those relationships was the sucking of blood before Frank had dumped their lifeless bodies in some ditch.
His brows furrowed as Mikey leaned in closer, amusement in his eyes as the boy paused just inches away from his face.
"What are you doing?" His tone only slightly perplexed.
"Um.." The boy swallowed, licking his lips. "I don't-.. I don't know.." He pulled back then, ducking his head bashfully as red instantly filled his cheeks. What was he thinking? That was a risky move there.
Frank shifted and looked toward the stairs as he heard the front door close. Gerard was home.
"Shit," Mikey sighed, looking up at the man beside him. "You should probably go.." Frank nodded and got up, moving toward the bedroom window rather than the door. He stopped mid-way through, looking back at the boy sitting silently on the bed.
"Come over tomorrow, okay?"
He only nodded, watching Frank slip out the window and leave without another sound.
* * *
Mikey had the day off today, which Frank obviously knew when he invited him to come over. It was a bit ironic how the vampire was bothered by Mikey's stalking, yet he turned around and did the same thing in return. The boy didn't know when Frank had even been watching him, or even how, but he found it oddly comforting. It was also leaning on the side of creepy.
He found himself following the same path he'd been along the first time he visited Frank. The familiar nervousness was there, at the pit of Mikey's stomach. Why did he even invite me over again? To mock me, probably.
He groaned at the thought but trudged on, eventually coming up on the familiar cabin. Frank answered almost instantly, almost as if he'd been standing on the other side of the door, waiting for those three knocks.
"Hey," He greeted with a soft smile. Mikey furrowed his brows slightly but smiled back vaguely.
"Hey."
"Come on in," Frank gestured as he stepped back, closing the door after the boy had slipped in.
The cabin was.. warm. Which was interesting to Mikey, and confusing. The vampire didn't need heat. That's when he spotted the fireplace -- logs burning up inside it, enough to send warmth all throughout the place.
Mikey also spotted the comic book Frank had purchased -- Doom Patrol -- laying on the table beside the sofa. He smiled faintly to himself.
"Have a seat," Frank's voice came behind him.
"Alright." He mumbled, shrugging his jacket off and sitting on the couch. Two mugs sat on the coffee table in front of him, both filled with fresh tea. Obviously one was for the boy, so he took it, sipping the hot liquid with a grateful hum as the other man took a seat beside him -- a lot closer than usual, but still with some space between the two.
He seemed nervous -- Frank. Mikey watched as he quietly sipped his drink, shifting on the couch.
"You okay?" He asked, raising a brow.
"Hm?"
"I asked if you were okay.. You seem.. anxious," Mikey mumbled, setting his cup aside.
"Oh, right. Yeah, I'm fine," The man flashed a smile and sat his cup aside as well, clearing his throat. "So, Mikes--"
"Mikes?"
Frank looked up at him, brows raised as he wasn't expecting a comment on the little nickname he threw in oh so casually.
"Do you not like it?" He asked timidly, worrying his lip with his teeth.
Well, fuck. This wasn't the vampire Mikey was used to seeing. This version was more nervous; he was more careful. Not that the boy was about to complain -- on the contrary, actually.
"No.." He smiled. "I just wasn't expecting it."
"Oh. Well.. It seemed good, so." Frank shrugged, picking at a lose string on his ripped jeans.
"Frankie," Mikey tested, grinning when he saw a smile tug at the vampire's lips. "I'll call you that, then."
He nodded, his expression softer as he looked up at the boy, biting absently at the corner of his lip. Oh what Mikey would do to know what he was thinking just then.
"Anyhow, you were saying..?"
"Right," Frank nodded, turning his body to face Mikey's. "So, you totally tried to kiss me yesterday and I turned it down." His tone was casual, like he'd just expressed his favorite color or something.
"I did, I suppose.." He replied slowly, blush creeping up on his cheeks at the memory of it all.
"Yeah. So.. Uh.." Frank sighed then, shaking his head. He ran a hand through his hair and shuffled closer until his legs were touching Mikey's.
The boy froze, his eyes wide as they met Frank's, a glint of hope so obviously there in his expression.
The man brought his hand up to cup Mikey's cheek very carefully, his thumb gently brushing over his cheekbone. The boy let out a soft, pleased hum as he nuzzled the hand on his cheek, smiling affectionately at Frankie. It was then that the vampire leaned in, eyes sliding shut as their lips connected. Mikey's eyes fluttered shut as he whined softly, hesitantly moving his lips in a sensual manner.
God, this was what Mikey had been waiting for all this time. Something he'd wished for, that'd he'd dreamed of. It was finally happening, and once that thought sprung into his mind, he went for it.
He slid his hand up into Frankie's hair and grabbed a gentle fistful as he kissed him harder, still molding their lips slowly, tongue brushing sinfully as his other hand cupped the side of the vampire's neck. Frank groaned into the man's mouth and squeezed his hip with his free hand, suddenly pulling back.
"What?" Mikey asked, confused and panting slightly. "Can you not do it? I mean- it'd be alright if you can't, if it tempts you or whatever.."
"Huh?" He asked, brows furrowed. "What are you- no, my lip ring is just in the way," Amusement was there in his eyes again as Mikey blushed. "You seriously need to stop watching Twilight."
He laughed at this, shoving the vampire half-heartly before pressing closer, winding his arms around his middle. Frankie smiled to himself as he wrapped his arms around Mikey's warm body, holding him closer.
He could live with this. With Mikey. It would all be worth it -- living -- if he could have Mikey with him forever. But the only way he could have him like that would be--
No. He won't do that. He couldn't. Not to Mikey.

Both men sat like this for a while, in a comfortable silence as they snuggled together. Frankie held onto Mikey as he relaxed back against the couch, gently petting his hair as he nuzzled the vampire's chest, his cheek pressing to where the man's heart would be. Something was odd to the boy, though.
"Hm," He grunted suddenly, attracting Frank's attention.
"What?"
"Your heart.."
"Yeah..?"
"It's not beating," Mikey mumbled, looking up at him with his cheek still resting on his chest.
"Right..?" Frank's brow was quirked up but he was smiling. "I'm, like.. dead, Mikey. My heart isn't supposed to be beating."
"I knew that.." He grinned, shifting closer and burying his face in the crook of Frank's neck, gently pecking it with dry lips.
Frank wasn't exactly used to all of this lovey behavior, but some side of him still knew how to react to it as his hand rubbed absently at Mikey's back, holding him protectively. There was no denying the feelings that were developing for the boy -- and fuck were they forming fast. It was almost terrifying, but equally exciting.
"Frankie?" Mikey's voice rang softly.
"Yes?"
"Would you change me to become a vampire like you?"
Well shit. That didn't last long.

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