Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

Gerard’s POV

Wow. Just, wow. That was-That was great. Frank is an amazing kisser. I swear that he was the best kisser I’ve ever kissed, (did that make sense?) The way his lips felt, so smooth but not slimy, it was too good.

I’m waiting for night to arrive, in the shadow of a tree at the cemetery. The teenage girl who visited her boyfriends grave has stopped coming, and the adult man has reduced his visiting to once a week. But there is a new visitor, I think his name is Bob. That one is visiting his grandmothers grave. He will probably be coming here every day, ones who lose their grandparents always do. Frank is the only one who has come everyday for a whole month.

It’s nearly night now, with maybe ten minutes till I can come out and visit his grave. God, I miss him so much, even after the six years. I wipe a tear from my eye, just the thought of him sets me to tears. Frank should be here soon, he knows to come at night to see me. I look up as a group of children pass me, all dressed up in costumes. Crap, is it Halloween? Fuckin
Finally! This is my favorite night of the year, when I can go anywhere I want.

I stand up and begin walking towards the gate. I see Frank walking over, his head down and hands in his pockets. I clear my throat and he looks up, smiling at the sight of me. His cheeks are littered with specks of dust, he must have been cleaning his room.

“Hey, Frankie,” I smile, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. I lean down and kiss him on the cheek, making blood rush up to his cheeks. “Happy Halloween, baby.”

“Thank you, Gerard.” Frank chuckles, leading me to a bench. We sit down, and begin chatting. He tells me about his school, and how his grades are going. It almost makes me miss school, even though I’ve never had any friends.

Frank begins fiddling with his fingers when I kiss his cheek, smiling to himself. His happiness doesn’t last long, though. His pupils dilate as he looks up, and I follow his eyes to a gang of teenagers. Dear God, I hope he isn’t getting bullied by these kids.

“Well, well, well,” The ringleader says, stopping a few yards from us. “Looks like Frankie the Fag got himself a boyfriend.” He laughs and punches one of his cronies shoulders, smirking down at him.

Frankie the Fag? I can’t help but snarl at the nickname. Before I know it, I’m standing up, assuming a defensive position. “Gerard, please no.” Frank whispers. Are you kidding me? Of course I have to. I lean down, whispering something in his ear; “Don’t worry, baby. Just don’t worry.”

The guys laugh as I stand up, placing myself a mere two feet away from the ringleader. One thing I can tell that they didn’t expect was a punch to the face. (You know what, I’m just gonna call him Bruce, he just looks like a Bruce.) Bruce reaches his hand up to touch the blood dripping from his nose. I duck before his knuckles can make contact with my face, grabbing his fist midair.

The look on his face was priceless.

“You think after all these years I haven’t learned how to fight?” I ask him, baring my fangs at him. His cronies make way to the gates, and I deliver a quick blow to Bruce’s head to knock him out, and make his memory a bit fuzzy. “Oh, no you don’t!” I yell, running after them. I just showed them my fangs to scare them, they can’t report me to the VCD! I’ve gone six years without them on my tracks, and I don’t plan on starting now!

I manage to back them into an alleyway, where they back themselves into a corner. One of them snickers, “The Fag’s boyfriend left him alone on his birthday! What a shame!”

It’s Frankies birthday? Why didn’t he tell me? “You are gonna regret that...” I mumble, taking the collar of one of their shirts into my hand, punching his head so he doesn’t remember our little ‘encounter’. The same to the other.

The hairs on my neck stand up; Frank is coming. One of the cronies heads is bleeding, I sneak a quick lick from his head. And just like that, Frank is standing in front of me, panting.

“Gerard!” He screams, punching me in the shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that!”

”Why didn’t you fucking tell me that you were getting bullied?” I yell, trying not to be harsh. He flinches, and I immediately regret my choice of words. His eyes go glassy with tears and I take him in my arms, burying his head in the crook of my neck.

”I’m so... sorry...” I mumble, rubbing his back. “You didn’t deserve that, I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m so fucking sorry, Frankie!” I feel his tears on my neck, just making me cry along with him.

”No, no, I should’ve told you.” He says, words separated by his sobs. Once I sense that he’s managed to stop his crying, I pull away from the hug, trying to smile. He does the same, and I hold him buy the shoulders.

”I didn’t even get you a birthday present,” I say, taking his hand and leading him down the street. His eyes light up. “H-How did you know it was my birthday?” He stumbles, wiping his face. “One of those assholes told me.”

“You don’t need to get me a birthday present, Gerard.” Frank says, while I lead him up the fire escape of his building. “Of course I do,” I say, helping him up the stairs by his hand. “And I’m taking you to it right now.”

I ignore his questions until we get to the window of his room. I slide up the window, step in, and hold my hand out for Frank. When he doesn’t take it, I sigh and take it for him, helping him step through the window.

“Gerard, this is my room.” Frank smiles, but it disappears when he sees me lock the door. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his frail body. “I know, but it’s what we are gonna do in here, that’s your present.” He looks confused until I press my lips to his, and he immediately moves his lips against mine.

I begin to slowly push him onto the bed, bringing myself down with him. Soon enough, I’m on top of him, pinning him down by the wrists. I rub my tongue on his bottom lip, and he obeys my request. I slip my tongue into his mouth, and begin grinding my lower body on his. He makes the most adorably noise that I’ve ever heard.

I leave his lips and reconnect on his jaw, sucking on different places until I get to a sweet spot just above his collarbone. He lets out a long breath and I smirk, knowing what I can do to him. I begin sucking on his neck, letting my fangs rub against his skin just enough to be felt.

”Oh-Gee!” He stutters, licking his lips. I pull away from his neck and leave a love bite on the newly purpled skin, making him shiver. Frank begins slipping off his jacket, and I start to help him, tugging off his shirt too. He’s a bit hesitant, but let’s me.

Oh, God.

His fucking tattoos! They look so amazing. There is one just above his V-Line of two birds, connected by vines. I wonder if he has more, tattoos, I mean. I’ll ask him later.

I begin sucking on every patch of skin that I can manage, leaving hickeys trailing down his chest. I can feel the hairs on his arms standing up from chills, and leave a few love bites as well (careful not to bite him, if you know what I mean.) My hand reaches down, to his belleybutton, past his waistband, where it stops, hovering above the bulge in Franks pants.
Glancing up at his face, I see that he’s trying and immensely failing to show the pleasure I’m giving him. I begin to move my hand back and forth, slowly at first. But then I pick up the pace, palming him through his pants. The noises that manage to escape from his mouth drive me insane, and make me lick my lips.

I feel his bulge growing larger, and by the time I’ve nearly made him cum, he is gripping on the bedsheets, moaning under his breath. That noise, “Ah ah ah ah, ah ah,” Will drive me crazy, I swear.

Just a little more, I think, picking up my pace. I have no intention of making him cum at the moment, this is just a tease for later. Just as he turns into a whimpering mess on the bed, I begin to slow my pace rapidly, coming to a complete stop at his waistband. “Wha... Gee?” He manages to get out between his panting.

”Just a little fun, getting you all hyped up,” I mumble, coming back up to his lips. He pouted, and I smirked. I started kissing him again, this one with more passion. A little sloppy, with a LOT of tongue. Again, that panting/moaning noise that he keeps making is so fucking adorable!

And then comes a knocking noise.

Notes

oo a little cliffhanger for you
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