Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Frerard)

Franks POV

I begin to stir in my bed, letting out a small hum when I find a position that is more comfortable. Right, it's Saturday, that's why there isn't an alarm. My eyes drift open to see the blinds pulled shut on my window, but a small sliver of light still cuts through, leading my eyes to...

"Sleep well, beautiful?"

My eyes jerk fully open now, enough to see the knee of Gerard. His hand runs through my hair, softly massaging my scalp. His fingers twist and pull my individual strands of hair, making me close my eyes again. How was he so good at that?

"Better with you with me," I say, struggling to put my aching joints to some use, and push myself into a sitting position. He half smiles, showing some of his teeth. I glance at the clock; 10:23. We must have fallen asleep late last night.

"Well, I would hope so," he smiles, pulling me into his lap. He wraps his arms around me and pulls my back to his chest, burying his nose in my hair. I giggle, and he only holds me tighter.

I remember what happened last night. The good, the bad, and the dirty. Good; we visited at the cemetery. Bad; he's gotta bunk at my place for a while. Dirty; well, that goes self explained.

"What are we gonna do the whole day?" I ask, "With you not being able to leave, and all that jazz." I honestly have no idea, but maybe he'll have one. "Well," He says, turning me around to face him, "Why not get to know each other a little better? That could take a while."

Why didn't I think of that? "I'm gonna go brush my teeth, and get ready, I'll be back in a second." I say. I'm still in the clothes that I was wearing last night, and they will probably start to smell soon. I go to my dresser and pull out an Iron Maiden t-shirt, skinny jeans, and a pair of boxers. Gerard takes an intake of breath when he sees the last bit.

"Could we... maybe..." He stutters, staring at me. "Hmm?" I ask him, though I have a feeling I know what he wants to ask. "Could I come with you?" He nods to the bathroom, and I feel my pulse shoot through my spine.

"I-Umm-" I mumble, when Gerard's face turns to one laced with regret, "If you want." It's such a stupid thing to say; of course he wants to, he asked me! But any other form of agreement seemed inappropriate for the situation.

His face lights up despite his effort to hide it. I open up the door, stepping inside and begin brushing my teeth. Once I finish, I look up to see him standing in the doorway. He walks up to me, shutting the door behind him. His breath is minty fresh-odd.

"Yeah, the good breath is a vampire perk." He smiles, as if reading my mind. "I can't say that I'm complaining," I say under my breath. I don't think he has anything to change into, as none of my clothes would fit him.

Unless...

"Hold on," I tell him as I rush out of the bathroom, on the search for a certain outfit. I come back moments later with a sweatshirt that has always been to big for me with matching skinny jeans. I'd already cut off the tags, so I can't return them.

"Now I get an excuse to see you undress." I joke, setting the outfit on the counter. His look is priceless. I begin taking off my shirt, and when I look back at Gerard I see that his eyes are wide. He slips off his filthy t-shirt as well, leaving us both shirtless.

Next, I strip off my jeans, Gerard quickly following suite. There is a hungry look on his face that is just magnificent. He is clad in bright red boxers, which draw my eyes to his area. He backs be up against the counter, and I lay my hands on his shoulders, his hands resting on my waist. Gerard lays a soft kiss on my lips, pulling me closer to him.

The kisses that we share are chaste, with no tongue. And when we pull apart for air, he smiles, panting. He leans over me to grab the jeans that I set on the counter for him, then backs away. I turn to grab my shirt, but he catches my wrist before I can brush my fingers on the fabric.

"Ah ah ah," He teases, nodding to my black boxers "You forgot one item of clothing." I sigh, when I turn around, hiding my blush. I face Gerard when I as soon as I grab them, my fingers fiddling with the hems of my briefs. "Care to help out?" I whisper, and Gerard smirks. "Of course, Frankie."

He kneels down, sliding down my boxers to reveal my semi. Gerard gasps, licking his lips. His hands reach up to stroke my dick, then he sinks down on me without a warning. Just the feeling his tongue, swiping me up and down is enough to make me let out a needy whine. He starts sucking, and I tilt my head upwards. His head begins bobbing around, and I can feel myself getting close.

"I'm gonna cum!" I tell him between my heavy breaths, and I practically break when he digs his tongue into my slit. I cum into his mouth, and I hear him swallow. He pulls away with the white substance dripping from his lips, then looks up. Next thing I know, he is in my line of vision, planting a quick kiss on my lips before sliding on his jeans.

I'm left speechless, before he tosses my boxers to me, smirking. I blush as I slip them on, along with my jeans and hoodie. I stop him before he puts my hoodie on, though. "I like you better with it off." I tell him. He shrugs, and I step into my room with my hood up.

"I'll get us some breakfast." I say, walking into my room and praying to whatever God exists that my mom isn't there. And, what do you know? She's there, but she isn't alone.

My (only) friend, Bob, is at her side.

"Hi, Frankie!" she says, not noticing how petrified I look. "Bob came over, he wanted to wish you happy birthday!" I don't speak, but make a small nod in the direction of Bob. I swallow, and try to convey to him that I haven't eaten yet. It doesn't work, obviously. It's not like we have ESP.

"Could you throw two slices of bread into the toaster?" I ask, trying to stall some time, "And Bob, I'll be right back. I wanna clean up my room a lil' bit." My mother nods, walking to the pantry. I ask Bob to wait at the table for a minute, while I go 'clean'.

I barge into my room, slamming the door before Gerard can speak. I signal him to SHUT UP with a finger pressed to my lips. 'Get in the bathroom. My friend is here.' I mouth, pointing to the bathroom. I'm not too good at communicating without words, but he must be a good lip reader, as he walks into the bathroom, turning the lights off.

"Sorry about that," I say when I get back outside. My mom hands my my buttered toast on a plate, and I thank her. "Come in, my room doesn't look like too chaotic anymore." I gesture to Bob, backing into my room. He follows me in, and I shut the door behind him.

"Hey, Frank," He says, sitting down on my bed. "Happy birthday! It's the big 17." The smile on his face lights up my dimmed room, and I can't help but smile back. "Thank you, Bob. Don't forget 'Happy 1st Day of November', though."

That was an inside joke we had. Something that we've had going since seventh grade. For everyone else, my birthday was on Halloween. Between us, it was the day before November.
I didn't quite like that special feeling of being born on a holiday way back when, and I haven't changed much since.

"Can you open the blinds? It's kind of dark in here." He says. It was kind of true, the room was dimmer than normal, and I almost never have the blinds closed. "No, they're broken. Won't go up." I say, trying to keep the sunlight out for Gerard's sake. "Alright," he said. That was a good and bad thing about him; it was easy to convince him of things.

We talk for maybe thirty more minutes, about various subjects such as what we got on math tests, the various bad haircuts of our peers, and I begin to worry how Gerard is doing in there. He brings up how his cousin got 'killed' by a vampire, and the VCD (Vampire Containment Department) thinks that it was the work of Vivid Red.

Vivid Red.... He is part of that trio that keeps on giving Gerard trouble! I've never really wondered what happens to a vampire that doesn't want to be one. He tells me that his cousin had turned herself in to the VCD, and had asked for death. They obliged, they are required to if a vampire asks for death.

"Hey, can I use the bathroom?" He asks, interrupting me from my thoughts. "Uh, sorry. The toilet isn't working." I lie, hoping he doesn't go to investigate. Of fucking course, he does. "Let me take a crack at it." He reasons.

I hold my breath as he turns the handle, and the door swings open (ominously, I might add). His hand searches for the light switch, and I wait for Gerard to be revealed. The light flicks on, and it takes Bob's eyes a second to adjust and see Gerard crouched in the corner, with a marker in his hand.

"What the f-" I jump in front of him and clamp a hand over his mouth, doing my best to shut his mouth. He throws my hand away, and I can practically feel Gerard sink further into the corner. I throw my other hand over his mouth, begging him with my eyes to stop talking. He raises his hand, pauses, then drops it at his side, moving my hand away from his mouth to show me that he's waiting for an explanation.

"Don't freak out when I tell you," I mutter, holding my hand on for Gerard, "That he's my boyfriend." Bob is the kind of person that you have to tell everything to, or else he will find out himself Gerard waits to see if Bob flips out before taking my hand, and I hoist him off the ground. In this light, I can see past his bright red hair and onto his neck, where the words 'VERY MUCH ALIVE' are written with black sharpie-that explains the pen.

"And his name is?" Bob practically spits, and I wait for Gerard to answer.

After a brief period of silence, he opens his mouth, showing his fangs without fear.

"Gerard."

Notes

spot the p!atd reference

and sorry about the cliffhanger again but i didnt have enough time to make a proper ending