Pointed Occurrences (Frerard)

“Bob Bryar, what have you done?” Bob leaned against the counter hard, ignoring his mother. “I can’t believe you would be so irresponsible.” he could hear her walking out of the kitchen and into the living room where his father was reclining on the sofa. “You’ll never believe what your own son has done!”

“What?” his father murmured, the shuffle of the paper louder than his voice. He could tell his mom was whispering it, hushed and angry. His father gasped, “Get your fucking ass in here right now, before I come and find it myself!”

~

Frank curled up in the corner of his room, rocking back and forth. “Oh fuck.” he couldn’t believe this would happen to him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” he rubbed hard at his arms, blood pulsing furiously through his veins. He was hot, burning, flaming hot. He could feel fire licking at his lungs and he wanted somebody to help him, dear God help him. He pulled back the sleeve of his shirt and oh fuck.

Red raised flesh from dirty yellow teeth marked his tan skin. Right over Our Lady of Sorrows. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, but it radiated heat like an oven, white steaming heat. It almost itched so bad, and hurt so good.

He was going to fucking kill Bob at school tomorrow.

Frank got up and walked out of his room, grip still tight around his forearm. When he got down the hallway, into the kitchen he slung his leather jacket over his shoulders, and walked out the door.

I mean how far could Mikey’s house be from his?

~

Gerard turned the page of his comic book, slinking lower into the plush red couch. He kind of liked the perks of being a vampire meant furniture passed down from generations, and now it was his and Mikey’s. He could hear him sneaking around the bar of the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a pitcher of blood. Clink of glass on plastic.

“You hungry?” Mikey asked, peering over the bar. The string of his sweatshirt had dried paint on it, and it made Gerard kirk a smile.

He shook his head, “No thanks.” regular blood just wasn't doing it for him these days. He was counting the hours until he had to turn Frank, and he was going to savor the taste of his fresh human blood while it lasted. He scanned his eyes over the page of Boy Wonder when he heard a knock on his door. Mikey looked over at him, before quickly shoving the cup and pitcher into the fridge. Gerard sunk lower into the couch, waiting. His brother made his way slowly to the door, opening it, and...it’s Frank?

“Frank?” Mikey says, stunned. Frank is shivering, but sweat drips off his brow, down his nose and past his pink lips. Gerard feels anger bubble in his chest, mixing with worry. What’s wrong with his Frank?

He gives a small wave, his sleeve falling down a bit. “Hey, um.” he shuffles his feet, looking down. “Can I come in?” Mikey hesitates, before nodding, and letting Frank inside. He looks around the house before noting Gerard staring at him wide eyed from the couch.

What the fuck?

Mikey’s hovering around him worriedly when he smells dog. Just fucking wet, stinking dog all over the place, on Frank’s clothes, and stuck to his inked skin. Disgusting, dirty, dog. It burns his lungs, makes him want to cough. Where the hell has Frank been? He smells like a wolf -

“I got bit…” Frank starts, stuttering slightly, “It hurts, s-so bad.” Gerard jumps out of his seat, running over to him, and wraps his hands around his forearms, making Frank hiss loudly. Mikey’s looking at him with narrowed eyes.

“Do you know each other?” said Mikey slowly, eyes scanning over the tender grip Gerard had around Frank.

“Drama student -” Frank blurts, breathing heavily. Gerard pulls him closer to his chest.

“I’ll take care of this Mikey. Don’t worry about it.” he says, before carrying Frank into the guest bedroom. Mikey still looks unconvinced.

~

“What have you gotten yourself into, Frankie?” Gerard scolded as he wiped the blood smears away from Frank’s arm, minding the tears in his skin. Frank sighs in reply. "Your so fucking lucky I marked you, or else you'd be a wolf right now,” the younger boy stares up at him, horrified.

“It was Bob,” Frank covers his eyes. Gerard stops tending to the wound and stares at the ground. “What did you say?”

“Bob is a wolf,” Frank shrugs, “- or something like that.”

“And Bob the wolf bit you.” It’s not a question, and Frank pulls away at the tone of Gerard’s voice. “What did you do to make him fucking bite you?!”

“I just -”

Gerard shushes him, taking his hands from Frank’s arm and rubs his eyes. He looks tired. He looks hungry, and exhausted. What is he doing? Mikey’s probably got his ear pressed against the door, and Frank looks terrified. “It’s okay. Your fine.” he assures him, running a hand through Frank’s short dyed hair. He doesn’t look nearly convinced.

“I touched his necklace,” he says, leaning further into Gerard’s hand. He contemplates this, and decides he’s still going to fucking kill him. Nobody touches his Frank. Mine, mine. “He was fine, until I touched his necklace. It’s like I burned him, like… it hurt him physically? I don’t know.”

Gerard get’s up and rummages around in the closet before coming out with a bunch of gauze and disinfectant. He wants to just bite Frank, get it over with, but that’s not his decision. “What did it look like, exactly?” he starts to dab the disinfectant on with a cotton ball, after he helps Frank sit up. He seems reluctant to answer, and remains quiet until Gerard opens the metal first aid kit, revealing a needle between his long fingers.

Frank goes white, “Your sewing me up? Christ.”

“No,” Gerard strings the medical thread through the shank of the needle, minding the pad of his thumb the tip is poking into. “You’re going to, I’m terrified of needles.” He hands the object to Frank whose hands are shaking and smiles, assuringly. He carefully pokes the tip through the skin of the first tooth mark, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth thats curved into a grimace.

When Frank’s done, he breaks the thread with his teeth and stares at Gerard. “Your fuckin’ weird,” then Gerard’s so close to his face that Frank can make out the few freckles he has over his ashen cheeks, the way his dark hair smells faintly like cinnamon. “Hi,” he breathes. Gerard doesn’t even reply, his lips hovering oh so slightly above Frank’s own plumper ones, before pressing a bruising kiss against them, the younger of the two groaning as sharp fangs pressed into his supple flesh of his lower lip. Blood pools over his tongue, sharp iron floods his tastebuds. Gerard has an arm wrapped tightly around Frank’s waist when they hear a large thump from outside the door.

The handle creaks, “What are you retards doing in there?” It’s Mikey. Gerard pulls away quickly, wiping away the blood from his mouth and motions for Frank to do the same. He goes the door and opens it, revealing his brother. Frank wasn’t worried until he sees Mikey’s nostrils are flared considerably. “Is that blood?” and that’s when it hits Frank that if Gerard’s a vampire, his brother has to be also.

“Yes,” Gerard replies stiffly, sandwiching himself between Frank and the door. “I had to stitch up the dog bite.”

“Oh,” Mikey backs from the door, but Gerard leans in and whispers angrily into his ear. Frank sits back on the bed and is all ‘oh shittles’, no seriously that exactly what he thought. He’s seen Gerard get mad in the very short time he's known him, but it’s only at him. The way he’s looking at Mikey tells Frank that Gerard get’s very angry. “I’ll just be going.” Mikey finally replies, staring menacingly over his brother’s shoulder as he turns back to Frank. It’s like he knows that they’re together. Frank tries to give a crooked smile, but the door has already been slammed shut.

“Frank,” Gerard is looking at him with a hint of suspicion in his tone. “Are you friends with Mikey?”

“I guess?” Franks inspects his wrist, “He kind of gives me the cold shoulder. Him and Bob -” Gerard is suddenly in front of him, nostrils flared.

“Him and Bob, what?”

Frank stutters, intimidated by the facefull of angry vampire. “Seem pretty familiar? I think they know each other… fuck man why am I telling you this?” Gerard doesn’t answer, but is suddenly through the door of the room, and inside the kitchen.

“Mikey Fucking Way, you better explain this to me right now!”

Notes

Its been so long.
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