Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

FRANKS POV

We wake up the next night to some asshole revving their engine too loud. We live hundreds of yards from the road - how egotistical is this dumbass? Gerard's arm wraps around me, and he sits up, bringing me with him. "That's Jet's cruiser. We better get going."

"Ah, so that's who that asshole is." I laugh, and pull on my vest. Gerard zips up his leather jacket, and pulls me off of the bed. "Ready? Mikey should get there soon." I nod, and start climbing out of the ditch. I don't make it far, though. My foot slips on a tree's root, and I fall on my butt.

"Amateur," Gerard chuckles, climbing up the wall and leaving me sitting there. "Need some help?" He smirks, crouching by the ledge. "Fuck of," I joke, and take the hand he offered me. He pulls me up, and we start running towards the cemetery.

A few minutes later we make it there, seeing Mikey sitting on a bench near the gates. We both jump the fence and walk up to him. "Come on, Jet doesn't like to wait." He leads us to a black limo parked by the curb, and the window rolls down as soon as we get within a few feet.

"Poison." Jet says, glancing at Mikey. "Who's the new meat?" "My bro, Mikey. You either get all of us or the deal is off." Jet tilts his head to the side, thinking. "Alright. I'll allow it. But he's gotta get a name soon. Get in." Gerard smiles, and opens the door and ushers us in. "You ready?" I ask, and the two of them nod. Jet rolls up the window and starts the car.

- - -

Fifteen minutes of awkward silence later, Jet's house comes into view. It's a big brick mansion, buried deep in the forest. "I'll show y'all to your rooms. I'm guessing that you two want to share a room?" He asks, and Gerard and I nod in synch. "Alright, I'm gonna give your a tour, then you can pick out your whip and get used to the place." We all nod, and he pulls into the garage. There's a couple other rides in here, most gathering dust. "Anyone else livin' here besides your crew? I don't remember much from back in the day."

"There's this chick that you might like. We took her in after some sicko murdered her whole family. We got her and her kid here." I never knew that Jet was that generous. Jet opens the door, and Gerard helps me and Mikey out of the car. "Just follow me, don't get lost."

He opens up the door and we're greeted by a black and white kitchen. I've never seen anything like it before, but it does look amazing. "Kitchen, the alcohol is above the fridge for when you need it, if you can reach it." He aims the last part at me, and I roll my eyes. "Next is the living room. Feel free to get onto my Netflix - I did a big favor for some guy at Google, and he owed me this. Everything here is paid for."

The living room has a huge TV on the walls, right across from a big sectional couch. I'm seeing how there are no windows in this place, so we can walk around whenever we need. "That's all you need to know. Your rooms are upstairs, follow me."

We do so, and he opens a door to a room painted a dark red. "This is a spare room we have, but Mikey can have it." Mikey smiles, and walks into the room. He sits down at the four poster bed, and looks around the room. "Thanks, Jet, it looks sweet!" He tests out the curtains, which are black, and smiles to himself. "Call me Ray, really. And that reminds me, you better get him a name."

We both nod, and he leads us to a room at the other end of the hallway. He opens the door and shows us inside. The walls are painted dark red like Mikey's room, and the four poster bed's curtains are pulled. "The windows in here are one-sided. No light can get in, so you don't have to worry. But you should pick out your ride. You can customize it however you want, spray-paint, you just gotta pick out your model."

We follow him down the stairs and back into the garage. "Pick one. They're all in good condition, and the spray paint and stencils are on the table over there." He points to the workshop a few yards away from us. "I'll leave you to it. Just don't take any car with a license plate. Those are taken." And with that, he walks out.

"Alright, which one is the lucky doll?" Gerard smiles, rubbing his hands together. I don't know much about cars, so I just watch while he looks them through. "Hey Frank, what do ya think of this trans am? With a bit of remodeling we could make her a beaut." I lean over to see a battered up, white trans am. "I used to be real good at painting. Wanna help out?" I nod eagerly. "I'll help design it. Let me grab some pens and pencils."

A minute later I'm laying a sheet of paper over the hood of the car, spreading a few pens and markers over it too. "Any ideas?" I ask, and he looks at my neck. "I like your scorpion tattoo." He smiles, and starts sketching something out. "Thanks, it took me a couple of months to notice that one side only has three legs." "Wow, that must suck." He smiles, and gestures to the drawing on the paper. It's an outline of a spider, with a lightning bolt down its body.

"Let's cut it out and paint it onto the hood of the car." I tell him, and he picks up the X-acto knife I brought. He lays the picture out on the floor and starts tracing the outline, gasping in pain when he accidentally cuts himself on his finger. "Shit." He mumbles, and I stop his hand before it reaches his mouth. I grab his wrist and start sucking on his finger, letting the blood wash over my tongue. "Fuck..." Gerard mumbles, staring at my lips with lust-ridden eyes. I glance down and see a very noticeable bulge in his pants.

I lean over and kiss his lips, grabbing the collar of his jacket, pulling him up. He backs me up onto the car and leans over me, breathing heavily and reaching down to unzip his pants and pull down his boxers. "Fuck... Here?" I ask, and he nods, reaching down to stroke himself. "Let me..." I trail off, grabbing his dick and wiping my thumb across his slit, smearing the precum over it. He kisses my neck, searching around for my soft-spot. I gasp when he finds it, and start pumping him.

"Fuck... I'm close!" He shouts out, and I bring my mouth down to his length. I take him in and dig my tongue into the slit, and ropes of his cum shoot into my mouth. I swallow, then pull away and wipe the substance from my lips. "Shit..." He mumbles, and I pull his boxers up and zip his pants up. "A little excited?" I tease, and he gives me the bird.

"As we were doing," He mutters, and picks up the now cut out stencil, placing it on the hood of the car. "Black spray paint." He requests, and I fetch it for him. "Thank you," He mumbles to me, uncapping the bottle and spraying the paint. A few minutes later, he finishes and chucks the bottle away. "Just one layer will do. But I want to write something on the sides and on the back."

"Ja ja?" I joke, speaking the small bit of German that I know (Guten tag, mien Freund). He takes it as an opportunity, and comes back with a couple of different colors of paint. Yellow, purple, and red, I think. He sprays the first layer onto the car, and it reads 'YAYA'. He goes over it a few times in yellow, then leans back to admire his work. "Sweet. What should we write on the back? Let's check if he has any letter stencils." I say, and we walk to the workshop table.

"There's a L, O, K, A, I, V, E, S, U, N, and H." He reads out. "We could make the lok into a look. Maybe we could use the l and add it to the aive to make alive. But what could sunh be?" I take the letters and rearrange them, and it reads sunsin. "Take the E from ALIVE and use the H again, and we got LOOK ALIVE SUNSHINE." "Perfect," Gerard smiles, and takes them to the car.

Another 17 letters, an American flag, and a few lightning bolts later, Gerard and I are standing in front of our finished product. "Beautiful. But Mikey still needs a name." He nods, and we run upstairs to Mikey's room.

"Hey, Mikes," Gerard smiles, walking in. "We need to get you a crew name. Mine is Party Poison, and Frank's is Fun Ghoul. Our friend, Pete, normally does this, but we'll work with what we got." He smiles, and I sit on Gerard's lap. "Uh, favorite animal. Go." Mikey sighs and looks at the ceiling. "Unicorns," He says dreamily. "Not badass enough, no offence. Second favorite?" Gerard laughs, and Mikey shrugs. "I dunno, I guess cobras are pretty dope."

"Alright, Cobra, Kid!" I pause mid-sentence. "Kobra Kid!" I smile, patting him on the back. "Consider yourself fully welcome here, Kobra!" He grins, and thanks us. Gerard and I leave, and cross the hallway to our room. As soon as we get in, and get our clothes off, we collapse onto the bed.

Man. I feel like everything is coming together.

Notes

have you ever noticed how similar the VCD and BL/ind are?