All The Monsters That I've been (vampires!slash!PORN!)

I wasn't sure exactly where to put this. I thought maybe over in frerard? but not sure. anyhow, feel free to move it if it's in the wrong section, ladies!

Title: The Monsters That I've Been (1/?)
Author: brandixcyanide and My Samiface (x_Black_Mariah_x from Rmy!).
Pairing: Gerard "painslut" Way / Frankie SluttyVampireBoy Iero (Woooooot for slash!)
Rating: This is definitely a hard NC-17. It seems like PWP. but there is a plot! we just haven't let all the cats out of the bag yet.
POV: First Person; Rotating. it was written as a first person RP With my Samikins.( x BlackMariah x from mcrmy.net. because she is made of win and sex.) so the point of view switches between Gee and Frank, starting with Frank. text color changes with the POV to make it easier for you lot to know who's head you're in.
Summary: I could barely breathe for the feeling of his tongue and his lips and his teeth. I was soo close i was seeing stars when i closed my eyes. or it could have been the blood loss. Honestly, i couldn't give a fuck what it was, so long as it didn't stop.
Warnings: Steamy Vampy HighSchool Boysekks. Blood. VIolence. more Boysekks. More Blood. and VAMPIRES. and probably more boysekks. plus more lust than you can shake a stick at. rawr.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Don't Know. Don't Own. Don't Sue.
Notes: as i stated before, this was originaly an RP. It was written over a few weeks time up to where we stopped. It hasn't been touched in a while, because Samipants has gotten herself banned from the internet. but it's far from done and soon she'll be back with a vengeance. In the mean time, i'm posting this here. because the world needs more violent boysekks. Somewhere along the lines, i think the tense got screwed up. a couple times. i haven't changed it because i don't know how samikins would have changed it in her posts, and as it's an RP, it hasn't been, nor will it ever be, beta'd, though i did attempt to correct any major mistakes in spelling or grammar.

It took us a bit to get into the swing of things honestly, so it starts out kind of crappy. but Samilove (who writes a fabulous SluttyFrankie) is a GODDESS when it comes to pr0n, so it's totally worth the first few muddy POV switches.





I walked through the double door, glancing around. It was another year at this stupid, fucked up, stereotypical high school. Oh yay. I couldn't wait.

It wasn't the first day of school, but it was my first day. I had decided it wasn't worth getting up early just to go to school. So it was the second day for everyone else, the first day for me.

I allowed my gaze to travel around the hallways, searching for a few of my... 'friends'. Finally I spotted one.

"Jake, how's my favorite boy toy?" I purred, pressing myself up against his back and nipping his neck. I laughed as he jumped out of his skin and turned around, sinking into an easy conversation with me.

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I wandered by myself through the entry of the school, hands shoved in the pocket of my jeans. I hate this school crap. its not like they teach you anything of any importance after 3rd grade. but i have to set a good example for mikes.

I walk up to a locker i'm not even sure is mine and pound the door with my fist once in the sweet spot, and it swings open, revealing a mess of art supplies and books. i reach up and in and grab a pack of cigarettes from the little nook above the door, and shove them into my pocket.

fuck this noise. i'm skipping first period for a smoke break. i turn around and almost run into a couple of guys i recognize from yesterday and one i don't. He's hanging all over jake, who sits next to me in government. i stutter as i look at his gold-green eyes and mumble out an apology, ducking my head so that my hair covers my eyes as i intently study the ground.

"sorry about that."

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"It's fine," I murmured, running my eyes lustfully over the man before me. His head was ducked so that his thick raven coloured hair hung loosely in his eyes, obscuring all but the slightest sliver of hazel from my view. My eyes travelled slowly over full lips and marble skin, tight clothes and artists' hands. He was gorgeous. I decided right then that I wanted him.

"Gimme a minute babe, okay?" I purred, kissing Jake's neck and removing my arm from around his waist. Jake looked sullen for a minute, as did my other boys, but they eventually left without a complaint, leaving me alone with the shy angel.

"So.." I said softly, "what's your name?" I leaned casually against the lockers and flicked my hair away from my eyes, smiling gently at him. Oh yes, I could be gentle. For now.

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I noticed the jealous and angry looks i was getting from the other guys he shooed away. Jealousy? Angry looks i'm used to. i ignore them. but jealousy? thats a new one for me.

I couldn't help but stare as he tosseed his dark tresses from his eyes. they almost glow. his voice is like velvet as he speaks to me and i do my damndest to hide the shiver and goosebumps it causes along my flesh.
He'd asked a question? what was it? Oh!

"I'm Gerard. Gerard Way. Shouldn't you be getting to class?" while his company is not unwanted, i need that cigarette now more than ever. He's playing sweet, but i can see lust like none i've ever known in his eyes. I should be disgusted, but i'm not. I'm intrigued. and more than a little frightened.

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I snort my laughter and grin at him.

"Classes really aren't my thing. What about you? Why aren't you in class?" I asked, challenging him. I had seen the questions in his eyes at the glares from my boys, and the hesitation when I asked a question. He was confused and maybe curious, yes, but I could see the want hidden there. The lust. This was going to be a lot easier than I thought.

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well now i've been caught.

"I... well, I was going to sneak a smoke break before I decide whether to go to class or not. This hell hole stresses me out." I couldn't quite decipher the look in his eyes. I nervously finger the pack of smokes in my pocket and flick the lid of the zippo lighter in my other open and closed. I don't know why i've caught his interest.

"I was going to head to the storage attic over the gym. no one uses it anymore so its the best place to ditch out. you can come with me if you want. I guess." Shit. i just gave up my only hideaway in this godforsaken place to a boy i don't even know.

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Triumph flooded through me. There was no way getting someone as gorgeous as him could be so easy!

"I'd love to come," I replied, smiling at him and chewing on my lip ring. It was a habit I had. He smiled nervously at me and motioned for me to follow him. I did, at an uncomfortable close distance. For him, anyway.

We walked for a minute or so in silence until I couldn't take it anymore. Catching all the way up with him, I glanced over at his eyes. The confusion was clear there.

"You look confused. Why?" I asked, laying my hand on his forearm as we continued to walk.

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I was confused. but then It's not normal for me for people to just decide they want to get to know me. most run the other direction. His hand is cool and comforting on my arm, but the feelings its bringing are warm and decidedly uncomfortable. I try to discreetly adjust my jeans. I'm pretty sure i failed miserably.

"I'll be honest. I don't know your motives in talking to me. Very few people go out of their way to do so, and i'm happy with it like that. I stay under the radar and i like it that way. I just don't understand why, when you have all those... friends, you felt the need to talk to me?"

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We came to a door which I assumed was the one we were looking for, considering he started fiddling with the lock.

"Well, I'd tell you my motives, but they might creep you out," I warned. Then I glanced down at his jeans and grinned. Ahh... that was what he had been doing.

"I suppose I should tell you anyway.... you are undeniably the hottest person I have ever seen, besides myself, of course," I said with a playful grin. I watched in amusement as his hand froze on the doorknob and his whole body stiffened.

"So... why are you tolerating me?" I inquired, moving closer to him until our bodies were nearly touching. I was leaning against the wall, facing him, and he was bent over the lock, facing the door. I could have literally moved two inches and shoved our lips together, but I didn't. I wanted to hear him say it.

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I gulped. hottest person he's ever seen? me?? no way.

I stared straight into his green-gold eyes, jumping out from all that pale skin. I willed my heart to start beating and my lungs to start pumping oxygen again as i spoke in a quiet stutter, turning back to the lock, finally getting it opened. i had rigged it last fall when i found the hideaway.

"I may be wrong, but you strike me as the kind of person i couldn't get rid of if i wanted to." I gestured for him to enter the dim room first.

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I entered the room smirking. Finally, some sort of a challenge. I was beginning to think he wasn't going to put up any sort of fight.

"You're not wrong," I admitted, turning around to face him as he closed the door behind us. "But really, do you want to get rid of me? Cause I'll go." I motioned toward the door, cocking my head curiously. I really didn't want to go, not yet, but sometimes these things take time. Most boys had a hard time letting go of their heterosexuality, and I had never seen Gerard with a boy before. So really, I was telling the truth. I'd go if he really wanted me to.

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"No nono." the words rushed out of my mouth before i had even thought them. I leaned hevaily against the door, shaking my head at myself. what was i thinking?

"I mean, I really don't mind the company. It's sort of a nice change." I watched a slight smirk spread across his features and twist his full lips, sending the lipring glinting in the dusty light filtering in through painted over windows.

Oh dear. what have i gotten myself into?

I try to be casual. I'm sure I don't succeed.

"Now that I think about it, I don't even know your name. Or anything about you really."

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I smirk and walk slowly toward him as he shifts uneasily against the door. Every emotion is displayed clearly on his face, and it's captivating to watch. I start chewing on my lip ring, debating on how much I should tell him.

"Well, my name's Frank," I said, stopping a few feet from him. "Anything else you'd like to know in particular?"

I watched him as he bit his lip, an adorable gesture that made me want to tackle him to the ground and never let him leave. He was obviously thinking of something to say, and I just smiled as I continued to watch his expressive face in the dim light.

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I let out a breath i didn't realize he was holding as he stopped. He keeps chewing on that damned lip ring and its driving me crazy.

breathe gerard. He's just a boy. a very pretty boy. thats all.

He looks like he's on the hunt and i'm his prey. I'm strangely comfortable with that. well not comfortable so much as a little bit scared and a little bit anxious. I run a hand through my shaggy hair, thinking of something to ask, anything, but my brain is apparently not functioning properly.

"umm." I can't help chewing on my lip as i think. this is more conversation than i've had with anyone but family in the past year at least and i think i've lost the knack for it. I go back to the only other question i really have, the only other thing i know about this guy.

"How do you know Jake?"

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"Jake...." I said thoughtfully, releasing my lip ring.
"Honestly?" I asked, staring into his eyes. He nodded jerkily and I smirked inwardly at his nervousness.

"He's just my boy toy. All those boys were. They don't mind sharing as long as I pay attention to them," I admitted, shrugging. I wasn't sure how he was going to react to that, but I was curious to find out.

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"Boy toy?" my jaw may as well have hit the floor. I'm not an idiot, i knew exactly what he meant by that particular statement. "That whole group?"

I watch him nod and i shake my head in disbelief, pulling a cigarette from the pack in my pocket and lighting it.

"First off, they share? Are they that in love with you, that they don't mind it?"

I look him up and down. yes he's beautiful and magnetic and intriguing. But what makes him soo special that they'd allow it? Call me old fashioned, but i'm a firm believer in monagamy. If all parties are consenting, yeah, a little multiple action, but this is like polygamy.

"How do they not get jealous? Why would they let you treat them like that? and why would they be jealous of me? I saw the looks in their eyes when you shooed them away."

now i'm rambling. Probably pissing him off with my judgement, but my mind is blown.

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I looked away from him, hiding what I knew was going on behind my eyes.

"They don't get jealous cause like I said, I give them each what they want. And they don't love me, they want me. They think they're in love, but that's not the case. I'm not stupid," I said, holding out my hand for a cigarette. He handed me one and I stuck in between my lips unlit, rolling it around on my tongue a bit before continuing.

"I think that answers you're first two questions... and as for why they were jealous of you..." I looked up at him finally and took a few slow steps toward him. He looked at me warily but held his ground, much to my delight. When we were only inches away from each other, I spoke again.

"I don't ever send them away, especially when I find a new boy. You.. you're a special case, and they knew it. I don't want to share you," I murmured, studying his god-like face and taking the cigarette out of my mouth.

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I'm.... special? That's a new one.

his lips are inches from mine, the lust and want completely undisguised in his eyes. The tension is soo high between us i can barely breathe to take a drag of my cigarette. I let the smoke seep through my lungs and lean my head back, letting it roll out of my lungs and toward the ceiling before looking directly at him again, one last question forming on my lips.

"What makes me any different from them?

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I bit back a laugh forming in my throat.
"Well, first of all, you haven't started making out with me yet," I smirked, leaning back a bit to study him again.
"Second would be the way you look," I commented, my eyes still roving over his body appricatively. I leaned in close to him again, breathing in the smoke from his lips and smiling.
"And third.. well, there's something about you I haven't quite placed yet.... something that's utterly intriguing and totally a turn on," I murmured. With a small groan of longing, I pressed my lips to his, savoring the smoky and intoxicating taste of his soft skin.

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The kiss was soft and tentative and still somehow demanding. My cigarette fell from my fingertips, forgotten in the feel, as my hands wound themselves into his dark hair and I clung for dear life. It was a mostly chaste kiss, without the battle of tongues, but it still made my knees weak.

I pulled back from the kiss, still dazed, not quite sure what to make of the thoughts running through my head or my heart or my groin. I wouldn't have called myself straight. I'd have called myself sitting on the fence. I think Frank jsut pushed me off the railing, because all i want to do completely submit to whatever he wants. That or turn the tables and take what i need.

"You are the oddest boy i've ever met in my life. and that's including me.

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"Mmmm babe you have no idea," I purred, biting his neck gently. He shuddered and I realized his vice was the same as mine: pain. I curled my hand around the nape of his neck and growled softly, dragging my teeth across his soft skin again. Oh God I wanted him.

Slowly pressing my body to his, I waited for his reaction. Because I knew it would be impossible for him not to.

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When his teeth scraped along my skin... I think that was the point of my undoing.

The slow insistent pressure of his body against me didn't help either. I let out a hiss of air between my own teeth and clutched his hair tighter, drawing a gasp from Frank's lips where they were still pressed against my skin.

So our tastes both ran to extreme. pain was pleasure on both ends apparently.

Using his hair i drew his lips back up to mine. With torturously slow movements, i snagged his lip in my teeth and tugged, sucking on the meat of it before tracing the piercing with my tongue and pulling back.

"ooh i think i may have an inkling of an idea."

so sue me, i'm a cheeky bastard.

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"Cheeky bastard," I smirked, leaning over and biting on his earlobe. He gasped and I grinned, running my free hand down his back. He shuddered and pressed himself harder to me while I ran my fingers along the strip of skin between his tight shirt and skinny jeans.

"So... what about that inkling?" I whispered, biting down on the soft spot just behind his ear.

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I started to chuckle but stopped as I bit back the moan bubbling in my throat at the feel of his teeth on my skin. Time for the tables to turn.

I untangled my hands from his hair and shoved them under his shirt, running my hands up to his shoulder blades before scraping my nails down his back, from the tips of his shoulders to the top of his ass, right above the waist band of his jeans, as i nibbled and sucked my way up his throat to his ear. He shuddered under my minstrations, grinding into me harder and i sighed at the wave of pleasure sent up my spine by the increased friction, the warm exhale skating across his ear. I slid one hand away from his ass along his hipbones, to caress him through his jeans.

I'm not sure exactly whats guiding my actions, as ive just met this guy and i allready want to jump his bones. I think it's his cocky self confidence. It seriously pushes ever 'fuck me' button i've got.

Probably because its something i lack a lot of the time.

Licking along the edge of his ear, i whisper hotly,
"You mean that inkling?"

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I let him have his way with me, his hands roving over my body and his mouth all over me. He was fucking good and I wasn't complaining.

"Yeah, that one," I whispered back, arching my neck to the the touch of his tongue. Time for me to take control. I couldn't restrain myself much longer.

My hands, which had been at his waist and neck, suddenly and quickly moved to his shoulders, shoving him hard into the wall. His back met the wood with a thump and he groaned in pain and pleasure as I followed with my body. I ground myself against him, the delicious friction sending shudders up my spine. My mouth found his neck as he threw his head back against the wall, an involuntary reaction I had been expecting from him as he moaned. I attacked the soft flesh of his neck with teeth and tongue, biting down and sucking at the place where I could feel his pulse, his heartbeat so close to the surface.

So fucking close....

With a groan, I sank my fangs into his neck and blood rushed into my mouth.

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ya know. I really should have known. sometimes, i'm an idiot.

With Frank grinding against me and his lips on my throat, i was in sheer heaven. I felt his teeth break skin, felt the blood well up, felt him pull it from my body. It wasn't like in the books where the bite is orgasmic and you feel no pain, only free-floating ecstasy.

It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. But I'll be damned if i cared. The bite wasn't orgasmic, but the pain was, almost bringing me right up to the edge of orgasm. Almost. I was so hard that the restraint of my jeans hurt. I lace my fingers in frank's hair again and push him closer to the wound, My hips bucking against his of their own accord. I could feel his tongue licking across my skin and his teeth in my flesh.

I groan thickly and hold him close, one arm wrapping around his waist tight, still holding his head at my throat. I never wanted the pleasure of the pain to end, never wanted his teeth to leave my vein. I could only gasp my pleasure.

"Frankie... please... again. Do that again. Please Frankie... Do that again or fuck me now."

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Oh fuck. Oh my fucking God. I knew there was something fucking special about this boy.... his blood and his moans were driving me fucking crazy. And HE was begging ME for more?!?!?!?!?!

I could not have asked for anything better in my entire fucking life.

I pulled my teeth from his neck, tearing his skin a bit from the process and drawing another moan from his full lips.
"Fuck Gerard if I fucking do that again I swear to God I'll fucking drain you," I gasped, trying to catch my breath or my thoughts or ANYTHING as Gerard ground himself into my erection again.
"Then fuck me," he moaned, a begging note creeping into his voice. Fuck yes. He was fucking MINE.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I sank to my knees, dragging my hands down his body until I came to the button on his pants. In a few quick motions, his pants dropped to his ankles and he was before me in only thin cotton boxers, the evidence of his arousal plain. I rubbed him gently and he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.

"I'm gonna fuck you.... so fucking hard..... that you will never be satisfied with anyone else. You are going to be MINE, Gerard. But not just yet.... " I growled, pulling his boxers from his body. Before he could respond, I took him into my mouth, careful to avoid my fangs, and began sucking him off.

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i whimperd as Frank slid down my body, only to realise his intentions once he hit his knees. His words and the threatening rumble of his voice drove me crazy. I wanted to be possesed by him. My body practicaly demanded it.

When his lips touched my cock, i'm pretty sure i died a little bit. His tongue worked magic and just the edge of his teeth scraping against me as he moved over the most sensitive part of my body had me writhing against the wall.

I balled my hands in his hair forcefully, but careful not to push him on me too hard or too fast. that would have been rude. Curses dripped from my tongue. I wasn't sure exactly what i was saying, but i know it was unspeakably dirty because it was definitely urging him on. I could barely breathe for the feeling of his tongue and his lips and his teeth. I was soo close i was seeing stars when i closed my eyes. or it could have been the blood loss. Honestly, i couldn't give a fuck what it was soo long as it didn't stop.

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I debated with myself whether or not to stop and fuck him here and now, to get it over with.

No, I decided. I wanted to make him wait, to make him beg for it. That would be much more fun. Plus, that meant that I would get more of his blood, which was the most intoxicating thing I had ever tasted. And if I took more... let's just say I'd get a few more advantages over him.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I sucked a little harder, swirling my tongue around his sensitive flesh. His string of curses soon became moans of pleasure as I drove him closer to the edge, something I took great pride in doing. His hips bucked a little, and I realized how close he really was. With that, I took him a few inches deeper, my throat constricting around him in time with my tongue. His moans escalating into throaty screams, the loudest one sending shivers through my body as I felt him come into my throat. I swallowed without hesitation and released him from my mouth, grinning uncontrollably.

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I hit the precipice of pleasure, and the muscles of Frank's throat pushed me over the fucking edge. I knew I was screaming, even though i couldn't hear it through the blood pounding in my ears, and i didn't give a damn who heard. The Attic was soundproof anyway, with walls of solid cement.

It took every ounce of strength i had not collapse once I came. My throat raw from yelling, i slipped down the wall to sit on my knees on the dusty floor in front of frank, who was smiling like a mad man. In my post orgasmic haze he was even more beautiful. I clumsily pulled him towards me as i leaned heavily against the wall for support and kissed him, tasting remnants of myself on his tongue. I may have been finished, but we were far from done.

I kissed back, our tongues dancing instead of fighting. But I could still sense the urgency there, that Gerard wanted this to continue. But a few things had to be established first.

I pulled back, brushing my lips across the place where my fangs had broken the marble white skin.

"So.... you're not scared of me?" I breathed, running my hand up his shirt. "Not freaked out?"

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I shuddered as Frank's lips grazed across the fresh wound, bringing a warm sting to the surface before laughing softly at his question, his once cool hands now warm on my chest with my blood flowing through them.

"Afraid of you? no. You are far too pretty to be frightening in more than a sexual way. In that respect, you scare the hell out of me. but I like that."

I turned his face toward min and slipped a finger in his mouth, tracing his full lower lip before running it along one of the sharp canines.

"This, this doesn't freak me out. This intrigues me. ok. and maybe freaks me out a little bit, but only because it's the stuff that horror movies are made of. I have a million different questions that i want to ask you. But I'll wait. Now is neither the time nor place."

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I bit down softly on his finger, drawing a little of his blood from the shallow wound. Reluctantly, I released his finger.

"You got that right," I growled, my lips attacking his neck again as he groaned. I stripped both our shirts off, tossing them to the side so I could have more access to his skin. The smell of him hit me like a brick wall, the scent of smoke and honey, his blood almost calling out to me.

"You....are...the first...who it hasn't scared," I murmured, sliding my mouth across his warm flesh and swirling my tongue around his nipples. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him a little closer, nearly straddling him. He was so intoxicating......

Suddenly, without warning, I shoved him over so he was laying flat on his back and I was straddling his waist. My jeans rubbed against his brand new erection as I stared hungrily down at him, smirking.

"Sexually frightening.... interesting," I purred, slowly leaning over him so I was on all fours, my lips a few inches from his.

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I groaned as my back slammed into the hard floor and waves of pleasure lapped up my body from where Frank straddled me. When he leaned over me, his voice rumbling softly from his chest, sending tantalising shivers across mine, I tried to reach up to pull him in a kiss, but he pinned my arms above my head and gave me a wry smirk.

He may be the one in control, but i'm still in this game.

I lifted my head and shoulders off the ground enough to lick across his lower lip, reveling in the combined tastes of our previous activities, the sweet coppery taste of my blood still lingering there. Frank threw his head back, causing my tongue to run down his chin and neck, pulling a soft gasp from him.

It was my turn to smirk.
"My point exactly."

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At this point, it was all but impossible to catch my breath as Gerard smirked below me. I may be a vampire, but there were a few things that never changed. I was fucking TURNED ON. And despite Gerard's actions, I was still in control. He couldn't have broken my grip on his wrists even if he had been pumping 200 lbs a day... which I knew for a fact he wasn't.

I put a little more pressure on his wrists and leaned down to his neck again, my fetish quite obvious by this point. Sucking and biting, my tongue tracing little patterns in his skin, I ground my hips a little bit. Gerard groaned my name, stringing it with obscenities I didn't care to identify. I was much too preoccupied. Everything about him was utterly intoxicating, from his scent to his taste to the way he sounded.

But all good things must end. I climbed off him quickly, laughing to myself as he gaped at me, his expression incredulous.


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Frank's grip on my wrists was biting and i reveled in the sting of it as he ground against me, sending thrills through my lower stomach. I was climbing the walls inside my head and he was purposely teasing the fuck out of me with his sharp little bites and his lips tugging at my skin.

I could seriously get used to this.

I was left stuttering and gasping on the floor suddenly, my eyed wide as dinner plates when his body left mine. He stood over me, a grin playing on his features.

"What. no. Why'd you get up? For the love of God and all that is holy, get back down here! Please Frankie!"

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I shook my head, still smiling.

"I don't think so," I said simply, watching his expressive features switch from utter disbelief to the worst type of frustration. Sexual frustration. He was going to learn this lesson, and learn it damn well.

I walked away from him, over to where our shirts lay. Due to the lack of blood in my body, my erection was already receding. One look at Gerard told me he was having no such luck. And people wonder why I'm full of myself.

Pulling on my shirt, I tossed him his and bit my lip to keep from full out laughing.

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That little fuck!

I stare at him in disbelief. How the HELL can he go from thisclose to fucking and the next minute be a-oh-fucking kay?!?

I scramble into my clothes, glaring daggers at Frank while he smiles innocently at me. My jeans are a little tighter for the wear, but i supposed i'll live. I stand up and light a cigarette, and i can tell that even that action radiates my frustration. Frank raises an eyebrow at me.

"I never got to finish the first one. You attacked me, remember? Not that i'm complaining, per-say..."

He's shaking his head at me and i roll my eyes.

"What gives frank? explain yourself, because that..." i shudder slightly at the fresh memory of him grinning wickedly above me. "That was not cool."

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I pull a cigarette from the packet in his hand and stick it in my mouth, doubting he'll give me a light. So I just chew on in contentedly, studying him and thinking about my answer.

"Well..... I have to get my entertainment somehow, don't I?" I ask innocently. Gerard gapes at me, his cigarette held limply in his hand. I shrug and continue.

"That and really..... I'm just building tension. Trust me, it'll be worth it later babe," I said, winking and tossing the cigarette to the floor. With that, I walk out of the room, not stopping to see if Gerard was following.

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I stare at his retreating back for a full thrity seconds before stomping out my cigarette and following after him, The door slamming in my wake.

"ENTERTAINMENT?!?! BUILDING THE TENSION?!?!?!" I catch up to him in the hallway,walking backwards as he refuses to stop.

"HONESTLY FRANK! like there wasn't enough tension allready!" I lower my voice, halfway through my sentence, realizing we're back in the populated halls of the school, people wandering around and scurrying to their next class. I don't give a fuck what these people think about me, but I'd still rather not have everyone know my business.

It's apparently time to switch classes. at this point i'm debating on going to class or going home because i might kill someone in my currently frustrated state.

"Do you not have a fucking heart? you don't just leave people like that Frank! you start something, you finish it. Christ." He looks at me and while i can see the laughter in his eyes at the fact that i'm so riled up and its his doing (the cheeky tart!), his face is clearly telling me to watch my words before he gets angry. I forget, he could rip my throat out.

but i'd probably welcome it from him.

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This is the most entertaining thing I've had happen in a VERY long time. He continues yelling at me until he realizes people can hear him, at which point he lowers his voice.

"Do you not have a fucking heart? you don't just leave people like that Frank! you start something, you finish it. Christ."

My amusment dies a bit and is replaced by calculating, simmering anger, not quite there. But he better watch himself. Just cause he can't see it....

"I will. Don't doubt me, Gerard. This will be finished... just not now," I smirked, catching Jake's eye in the crowd. He sauntered over to me and kissed me full on the mouth. I welcomed it, but it was nothing compared to Gerard. His arm wound around my waist as he released my lips, turning to Gerard.

"You should join us some time," Jake said, looking him up and down. I winced. Not the greatest time to be mentioning that.

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Frank's anger boils in his growling voice and i shiver from the intensity. Now, that, frightens me a little bit. but it also turns me on. I've always liked to play with fire, but i'm on the verge of apologizing when Jake makes his way through the crowd to us.

A fraction of my anger returns when Frank returns his kiss along with a bit of jealousy. I watch Jake simper all over frank and it makes me slightly nauseaited.
MY frank.

Whoah. Where did THAT thought come from? Ignore it. never happened.

"You should join us some time" I could have smacked Jake then and there.

I watched Frank cringe at Jake's poorly chosen words as the bell rings to return to classes. fuck. there's no getting out of here now till after lunch at least. My anger turns on jake, regardless.

"I'm sorry, sugar, but I don't play well in groups." i spit at him. "I'll see you later Frank." I turn on my heel and walk away. I can feel both their eyes on my back as i storm off.

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Shit, now he's actually pissed. I knew I should probably go after him, but Jake's arm around my waist kept me rooted where I was. I would talk to him later, at lunch. It wouldn't be a big deal. If everyone else could be trained to share, he couldn't be that different, could he?

With that thought, I went to my next class and decided to wait for Gerard outside his class for lunch.

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I manage to make it through the rest of the morning without killing people, which astounds the hell out of me.

I'm just leaving my Art class for lunch when i see Frank waiting outside the door. How the fuck did he find my class? I walk past him, not acknowledging his presence until i'm a few feet by.

"What, no entourage, Frank?" I throw at him over my shoulder as he catches up to me easily. I risk a glance at his face. lines of worry and thought crease his forhead before he shakes them away.

"No. I told you, they know you're special."

I roll my eyes at his comment and head outside to a tree on the far side of campus where i usually spend lunch when i bother staying in school long enough to make it to lunch. Frank is quiet until i sit down and pull a soda from my bag.

"About Jake's comment..."

"look, Frank. I don't know whats going on here, what you want to call you and me, but I will not be joining your boys for any group activities. just so you know. i wasn't lying, i don't play well with groups. i rarely play well with individuals."

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"I didn't expect you to or want you to," I said, studying him. What didn't he get?! I was fucking treating him special and he was getting pissed off at me cause of some comment I didn't even make!

"That was never my intention for you, Gerard," I said, trying to remain as calm as possible. I didn't want to hurt him, but if he kept pissing me off.......

"Well what exactly is your intention for me?" he demanded, looking up at me. I chewed on my lip ring and thought about it, long and hard, before answering.

"I guess that kind of depends on what you want from me," I said slowly, picking my words carefully. I had to know his limits and boundaries before I suggested anything. The beast inside me calmed a little at the slightly suprised expression on his face; it was better than anger. I sat down next to him, running my hand through the grass with brand new feeling in my fingertips.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, staring straight into his eyes.

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"I-I-..."I thought very seriously about his question. I didn't really know how to answer it because my brain was running over with a million and one things. In the half a day i'd known him, He had made me run a marathon of emotions. Never had anyone gotten anything less than amusement or cold indifference out of me. No one but Frankie.

I hung my head a bit, hiding behind the fall of my hair.
"I don't know Frankie. It's really too soon to tell." I lifted my head jsut a fraction and gave him a small smile. "But I'm willing to find out. I want you to know in advance that my intentions are not completely immoral. And I'm sorry for blowing up about Jake. I don't share well. If at all. Call me selfish, but when he kissed you, I wanted to punch him."
His gaze drifted from rapt attention at my face to the grass under his fingers, hiding whatever he was thinking, toying with the grass. I grabbed his hand, making him look at me again.

"But. this." i said, gesturing between the two of us, my fingers lacing with his, "I need to know how far you want to take this. take us. Or if there even is an 'us'."

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He felt jealously... for me? That was a completely new one, and I wasn't sure whether or not it showed on my face. This whole 'strong emotions' thing was kind of new to me too. Gerard was having effects on me I didn't even know exsisted. Already, in just a day, not even a day, I cared more about the hopeful looking boy in front of me than anyone else on the planet. Emotions that had eluded me for so long, feelings that had escaped through my fingertips no matter how much blood I drank, were hitting me full force.

But it was not enough, not yet, to make me feel human again. I knew what I was and I carried that knowledge proudly, no matter how this boy made me feel.

"Well..... I want there to be an us..." I said slowly, staring back down at the grass beneath me. "But you're human, Gerard. There's only so far we can take this." I could almost feel the disappointment radiating off him, but I wasn't finished. I glanced up and pushed my lips to his, gently, the most innocent kiss I had ever given.

"But with you... for you... I'm willing to push this as far as it can possibly go," I said, smiling at him. "If that's what you want."

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I looked at his ethereal eyes and saw the rawness there, even behind the smile. He would push every boundary if i asked. I could tell he hadn't been cared for, really cared for by any of his 'boys,' or possibly anyone in a very very long time.

"I'm sure as hell willing to try." I told him, brushing my lips with his before leaning back against the tree behind me, feeling the grin on my face. Frankie sat beside me, his back against one shoulder, our hands intertwined.

"Do you remember me saying when.. um... before, that i had a million questions for you, but it wasn't the time or the place to ask? I still have those questions. would you be willing to answer them?" I asked, toying with a lock of his hair, enjoying just the closeness of him leaning against me.

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I grinned.

"Of course. As long as you promise you won't run away screaming," I teased, leaning into the hand that was toying with my hair. I was enjoying any type of casual contact we had. With anyone else, there was always the pressure for it to be more than that, but with Gerard, I could just relax.

"Well... I don't know..." he said slowly, and I looked up at him in surprise. To my relief, he was grinning.
"Of course I won't," he said, laughing a little. "I told you, you don't scare me."

"Fine, fire away," I said, squeezing his hand a little.

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"ok. First question first. and i suppose this is the biggest one." I'm slightly worried about sounding like an idiot when i ask, but honestly i've got to know. It's one of the great mysteries of life and fiction.

"What you are... How? I mean. How did you become this?" He tilts his head back and looks up at me, a perfect eyebrow raised in question.

"Ok. what i mean is this. Were you born what you are? were you changed? Was it a birth defect, freak accident or hereditary trait or something far more sinister??" Frankie Rolls his eyes at me.

"What?!?! those are all very legitimate questions."

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"Ya know, it's a little more complicated than what the comic books tell you, Gee," I said teasingly. I knew he'd probably try and defend his questions, so I continued on and left him no room to speak.
"Well... let's see.. it's kind of hard to explain, but basically... some people have the capacity to become a vampire, others don't. Yes, I was changed, but if I hadn't had some sort of thing that has something to do with my soul and my blood, I would have died. It leaves a lot to chance. It's very painful, and takes a few days to do. The process is pretty simple... I drain you of your blood and replace it with some of mine, and if you have the 'thing', then you become a vampire. If you don't... you're dead. End of story," I said, all very matter of factly. I could feel him staring down at me, but I ignored it.

"Anything else?"

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"whoah. ok. so its like, genetic predisposition to vampirism? so there's no way of knowing if you have this special.. whatever? that's pretty fuckin' risky. I mean, you'd have to be in a very tough situation to want to risk that, right?"

I really wanted to ask what made him do it, why? but i didn't. that's a pretty personal question and honestly something i'm not sure i'm ready to know.

"So obviously, sunlight isn't an issue. Nor mirrors, because, you're eyebrows are too perfect." I grin at my own lame joke. "What is a problem for you? and also, Why the fuck are you in school?!? and does your mother know?????"

I'm sure i sound like an idiot, and i'm kind of bouncing where i sit a little bit, but the questions are all hitting my thoughts at once, and Frankie laughs at me before shaking his head, obviously amused.

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"Well.... sunlight does hurt my eyes, a lot, but I deal with it. I have humongous sleeping issues and some anger issues. Um... the only way to kill me.... well, I don't think I'll be sharing that just yet. As for school.... what else would you have me do? I'd get bored out of my fucking mind! If I'm gonna look 18 for the rest of eternity, might as well make some use of it and get some gorgeous high school guys," I said, grinning. "Plus, people intrigue me. You're quite amusing sometimes." I laughed, studying my nails. My family was a bit of a touchy subject.

"My mother is dead," I said shortly, the grin fading from my face. What was this? Was I actually feeling slightly... guilty? It had been a while since I had felt that one, and I didn't like it. I didn't trust myself to look up at him, afraid the sensation would intensify.

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I almost ask about his mother, but the terseness of his mention stops me. It's obviously a sensitive subject. i stroke his hair softly for a minute, then return to his statements before.

"You're a cheekier bastard than I am, ya know that? boredom?? pthhh. And you don't get eternity, Frankie. In a couple million years, the sun's gunna go super nova and the earth won't exist anymore anyway. that's hardly eternity."

He leans to look up at me, sticking out his tongue. "Yeah, but it's still long enough to make the everyone else jealous." I tweak his nose and laugh at his ego before continuing.

"You're such a self centered Prick!" I laugh. " Anyway, if uh your mom's not around, do you live by yourself? or like, with the vampire equivalent of a coven or what? oooOOh. and do you have a coffin? and can i see it if you do?"

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I laughed, licking his cheek and enjoying his child-like excitment.

"Yes, I have a coffin, but it's just cause I love 'em. I don't normally sleep in there, except on special occasions. And of course you can see it!! If you wanna come over," I said, looking at him seductively and sitting up.

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I notice the glint in his eyes as he sits up and the bell rings for lunch to end and for us to make our way back to our classes. i stand up, but i don't move far. I offer Frank my hand, pulling him to his feet as he accepts, continuing the movement to pull him against me, placing a quick peck on his cheek.

"That's a silly statement. You and I are far from finished with what you started earlier. very very far from finished. The question that remains now, is do we stay through the day, like good boys should, or do we skip out now, while we're allready outside?"

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"You sealed it with the 'like good boys should' statement. Now I've just got to do the exact opposite," I teased, smiling. This was the first time I had actually, genuinely smiled in a long time. He laughed, a sound I knew I would fall in love with.

Whoa, what now?! LOVE?!?! No, no no no, you don't even get to think that word! I began mentally beating myself up. I didn't have a fucking heart. I didn't love.

"So babe," I said, gathering my composure, "let's go, shall we?"

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"Aw but Frankie, I'm sure you can be a very good boy and wait?" I watched him jerk his eyes up to mine in shock and I gave him a wicked grin.

"I'm joking, sugar. You lead the way. You are the super sexy vamp, i trust your stealth to get us out of here undetected." Frank just rolled his eyes before he gave me a mischievious grin and grabbed my hand, leading me around the building to the back parking lot, past the High school security, stalking around the building until we stood in front of the rows of cars.

"So uh, we walking, or we driving? I have a car. without A/C. and with bad brakes, if you wanna take it, or do you have one? Because honestly, I'd rather walk than worry if its going to explode on me." I told him. He simply smirked and raised an eyebrow at me.

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"Don't worry, I've got a car," I said, my eyes gleaming excitedly. I LOVED my car. It was one of the many indulgences I allowed myself over the years, something only an immortal teenager could possibly afford.

Grinning, I laced our fingers together and led him to the back of the parking lot, where my beauty was parked. I could feel the surprise emenating off him, and I grinned even wider. Pulling the keys out of my pocket, I unlocked it and opened the bright red doors for both Gerard and I. I slid into the driver's seat, the black leather sliding underneath me comfortably. Gerard simply continued to gape, and expression that was hilarious and adorable at the same time. I laughed softly and winked at him as he climbed into the passenger seat.

"Do you like it?"

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I ran a hand over the cherry red metal of the door as i slid into the seat, mouth still hanging open.

"Its fucking gorgeous. How do you manage to keep from it getting stolen here. i mean, " I gestured to the half broken down Honda civics and toyotas that littered the lot before grazing my fingers over the butter-soft leather. "These things get broken into all the time, or stolen. And no one's ever touched this car?!?! I wouldn't leave it in the lot without a security detail and armed guards."

Frank grinned at me as he slid a pair of sleek shades over his eyes and put the beautiful monster of a car in gear. "Just one of the many perks of being a scary mother fucker."

I watched as he effortless maneuvered the car out of the parking lot and into traffic, not wasting a movement as he smoothly passed and turned, handling the machine like he was a part of it. It was pure sex, just as surely as he himself was. There are few bigger turn ons in the world than watching a beautiful person maneuver a beautiful car like it was an extention of their body.

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I could feel his eyes on me and I smirked, turning to look at him. His eyes widened as I continued to drive through traffic without so much as glancing where I was going.

"Frank what the fuck are you trying to kill us?!" he demanded after a particularily close call with a beat up Ford truck. I faked a yawn and closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the head rest and putting my foot down on the gas pedel just a bit more.

"Relax, Gerard, I know what I'm doing," I said teasingly, glancing over at him when he punched me in the shoulder.

"Please just pay attention to the road!" he said, while I continued to look at him in amusement.

"Did you just hit me?" I asked, laughter creeping into my voice. And I still didn't look at the road.

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"Yes, I hit you! For crying out loud Frankie, watch where you're going!" He was still manipulating the car smoothly, but I clutched the dash as we had a near close call with a semi.

"Aw. Relax, Babe. Besides, I'd much rather watch you. you make the cutest faces when you're scared!" He threw at me a sly smile. "And you'll pay for that hit when we reach our destination, I swear." The sultry growl had crept back into his voice, turning me into a puddle of Gerard shaped goo in the soft leather seat. Though I'm fairly sure fear had already done the same, so it wasn't much of a transition.

"Just please watch the road. You may be immortal, but I am not. and I'd like to live long enough to get that punishment!"

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I laughed softly to myself as his expressive face shifted into all sorts of variations of fear. I had hoped my mention of 'punishment' would have brought him out of his fearful state a bit... he was even sexier when he was frustrated and/or angry. Truthfully, I had barely felt his hand connect with my cold marble skin, but I allowed him this small indulgence, allowed him to think that he could hurt me.

It seemed nothing I could say would make him believe that I had done this a million times before and never once crashed my beautiful car, so I resorted to teasing him.

"Aw poor baby. Don't you trust me?" I asked, flashing him a grin and allowing him to see my fangs.

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He was trying to make me angry! that ass!

Just a shame I fell into his trap.

I've always maintained that there's a thin line between anger and lust and one should normally tread that line carefully. His comment and the sight of his fangs blurred that line to non-existence, as a shudder shot up my spine at the memory of his teeth in my vein, and my fear slid to the back of my mind. Poor baby?!

"That sounds like pity to me, Frankie. and I don't need your pitty. As for trusting you, would YOU trust you?" He laughed at me and shook his head. "I thought not. But you see, You've chosen the perfect playmate in me. I don't require trust. not at this particular juncture. further down the line.. we'll see. But I dont have to trust you to want to fuck you, Frankie. You don't scare me. Because there isn't a physical punishment you can inflict that I won't enjoy. I may scream from time to time, but you can interpret that as a cry for more."

I watched as the smirk fell from his face, settling into my seat, satisfied, the wind whipping through my hair.
Put that in a vein and suck it.

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That boy was just plain, damn, SEXY. There was no other word to describe the self satisfied smirk on his face as the wind whipped through his hair, half hiding his face from me at any given moment. Except maybe beautiful. But that word wasn't nearly lustful enough.

"Gerard, you are so damn cocky. You may not be scared of me, of the things I can do to you now, but here is the beauty of you mortals.... you change. Like all other things that belong in this world, you change. And here is what will happen.... no, you will never be scared of what I will do to you. But you will be absolutely terrified of what I won't, of what I may decide to refuse to do," I smirked, pulling into the driveway of my three story house. I parked the car with ease and got out, once again not waiting to see if he would follow. I was giving him every chance to leave, subconsciously, because I knew what would happen if he stayed. There were only two options, after all.

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I gaped at the massive house, before following Frank up the steps and through the door. Being immortal apparently has its perks.

"What do you mean the things you won't do, exactly? Because you strike me as the kind of guy who will do anything for his own pleasure and that is what i'm here for. Yours and Mine... HOLY FUCK, this place is nice. And here i was expecting a falling apart delapidated mansion." I let my awe register in my brain for a few more seconds before continuing my tirade. I tossed him a wry smirk before going off on him again. "And Just because I said I'd take your punishment, doesn't mean you won't be begging me as well. I know enough about this to know this is a double edged blade. As much as i can take, You'll want to give." He was still walking onward through the house. I'm not sure he was listening, but by the stiff movements of his steps i gathered he was.

I walked a little more briskly to catch up and hooked a finger in his belt-loop, stopping him in his tracks and pulling him against me hard. My other hand snaked around his waist to trail along his hip to hold his back against me, and i released his belt-loop to tangle my fingers in his hair. My chin on his shoulder, mouth against his ear, I couldn't help but egg him on. The more frustrated and aroused and angry he was, the more enjoyable it would be for both of us.

"And you'll want at east a little of this returned in kind. I remember that gasp when my nails broke skin. Or did you think i didn't notice, Frankie? You enjoy the receiving end of all that just as much as I do."

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I had to swallow a couple times so my voice would not come out a lustful moan. He was getting to me and he knew it, but I wasn't going to give him any more satisfaction out of this little game of his.

"Of course I do," I growled softly, relishing the feel of his body against mine. "Who doesn't? And you're damn right, I do things for my own pleasure... but Gerard, I like games. Oh, I love games. And watching you get frustrated, and angry, has just become my favorite game. You're right. I'll give you all you want... for a while. But then I want to watch you suffer Gerard, then I want to play my games. And you know I can still be satisfied without you. I have more boy toys than I know what to do with, and that's saying something. I am going to make you need me, Gerard."

Even as the words passed my lips, I questioned them. Could I be satisfied without him? I tore myself from his grasp and whirled around, pressing our fronts together and winding my arms tight around our waist. What was I thinking?! Of course I could! Couldn't I?

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At the mention of his "boys" i felt the anger take a little more control. But it didn't have enough time to get a full hold before he turned and was pressed against me, arms griping my waist. I held back the moan that wanted to pour from my throat and looked down in his eyes. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but whatever it was bothered him. I held him tighter, still feeling the jealousy wash over me, along with concern. He may be immortal, but he still had emotion.

I pivoted my hips towards his, increasing the friction before dipping my head to his neck and nipping at the soft pale skin there.

"I already need you, Frankie. Can't you tell" I murmered huskily against his throat. "As for your boys, I'll make you forget them. Remember, sugar, they may fawn and lust, but deep down, they still fear you. They want you, and they may be able to satisfy you now," I licked a line from his neck up his cool throat to his lips.

"But I'll play your little games. and make you need me more than you need the blood in my veins."

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I bit back the moan dying to fall from my lips and instead found his mouth with mine, pressing our lips together. If I hadn't been completely overwhelmed by lust, I would have laughed at Gerard's last statement. I didn't need anyone. Anyone at all. Ever. Even my own parents had outlived their use to me....

My tongue snaked past his lips and explored his mouth unchallenged for a moment, before he fought back, our tongues dancing and fighting until I could contain my moan no longer. It slipped past my lips and into his mouth, my sound of longing, as I ground my hips against his. My satisfaction came when he too moaned, a sound that nearly drove me insane on its own.

I broke the kiss, my lips moving down to his throat, where I could feel his life bubbling so close to the surface. I moaned softly before I began to speak again, surprising even myself.

"But Gerard, fear is crucial to what I am. I feed off of fear as much as I do blood and lust...." I bit softly at his neck, not quite breaking the skin as I knew he so desperately wanted me to.
"And through their fear, the learn to obey me.... which you will learn before this is all over," I murmured, before sucking at his neck and beginning to leave another mark.

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I was going to be covered in hickies, bruises and bloody bites before this day ended, i just knew it. I really didn't care.

I gasped as his lips worked near jugular, drawing the blood to the skin, his teeth brushing ever so slightly once in a while. He was teasing me. Distracting me. It was all working.

"You hide behind their fear, Frankie... I'll never..." my breath was shallow and gasping as I replied. "be completely...obedient."

I wasn't quite sure my legs would hold me up much longer under the assault of his mouth sucking on my throat. I stumbled back, dragging him with me, until i hit the wall, my hips rising to maintain the contact and sweet friction they'd found with his.I felt him shudder against me and I pulled his face from my neck with my hands in his hair and brought his lips to mine, my tongue dancing across his fangs to take control of the kiss.

I broke it eventually with a tug on his lower lip between my teeth. He may like control, but sometimes even I like to be in charge, if only for a little while. And i could tell that with Frank, it was going to be a constant battle, one I'd relish.

"Do you have a bedroom or are we going to do this in the hallway. Not that I'm complaining."

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"Bedroom it is," I growled, actually smiling. I LOVED my bedroom, and I had a feel he would too. The bed was, after all, a king.

I wrapped my fingers around his wrist with as much care as I could manage. I didn't want to hurt him, not as in the 'broken bones' kind of way. Yet still I heard him gasp softly in pain as I led him down the hallway, and I loosened my grip a little before continuing.

The moment could not have come soon enough. I flung my bedroom door open and pulled him against me again, crashing our lips togther. I shoved him against the wall as I had done earlier that day and ground our erections against each other, tearing groans from his lips. For me, he was the epitome of all things erotic and carnal, and I planned to use every single minute I had with this wonderful but fragile creature.

I let my lips trail down his jaw line to his neck, where I moved my lips slowly to an unmarked area of soft flesh, where I could still feel his wonderful pulse beneath my lips. The scent and taste of his skin was overwhelming, enticing, practically teasing me.

"Fuck..... Gerard," I moaned, and sunk my fangs into his neck for the second time that day.

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I reveled in the forcefulness of Frank's actions. But when his lips returned to my skin, All i could think about was the feel of his canines in my throat and I knew that that was what was coming again. He said my name on a moan, bringing what i'm sure was a cocky smile to my face before his teeth punctured the skin and i was in heaven again, whimpering in pain and delight.

"Christ." I couldn't help but hiss at the feeling. Of their own accord, a hand went into his hair to forcefully urge him on and the other around his waist to keep him there. Frank didn't need the encouragement, though. He had me pressed to the wall so hard, I could feel the drywall bruising my shoulder blades. I didn't give a fuck.

In that moment, I realized, I would let him drain me dry. with a smile on my face. It scared me just a little, but not enough to make me ask him to stop. No, my body had other ideas. It wasn't conscious that made me slide my hand from the back of his waist to front of his jeans where he was pressed against me. I roughly caressed him through his too-tight jeans, compounding the pressure between us, as he pulled the blood from my body, and i began to see spots and my legs got weaker. whether it was from blood loss or arousal, i couldn't tell you.

"Frankie..." I whispered, my voice horse and breathy.

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The sweet, intoxicating liquid burned a trail down my throat as I sucked it greedily from Gerard's neck. Nothing, nothing could ever compare to this. Not even.... I gasped a little, a trickle of blood escaping my lips as Gerard rubbed me through the tight denim, making it even tighter, if that was possible. But not even the pure carnal pleasure of his hands on me could tear away my focus from his blood gushing into my mouth. I vaguely felt him get a little bit weaker and slide down the wall a bit, but it didn't matter. My instincts had completely taken over and no thoughts crossed my mind. That was, until I heard his voice.

"Frankie...." His voice was barely a whisper, a plead for I knew not what.

Immediately I realized what I was doing and pulled my fangs from his flesh, throwing myself away from him. I stared wide eyed as he sank to the floor, a trail of blood trickling down his pale neck. What the hell was I doing?! I had never taken that much from anyone ever before! Yet my eyes still followed the blood running down his neck, a small whimper of longing escaping my lips before I could stop it. I couldn't.... I couldn't.... FUCK I was gonna kill him!!!!!! It took all my will power to run out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall, shutting and locking the door behind me. I had to get away from him!!!!!

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I don't know how long i was slumped on the floor in what felt like a euphoric haze, but i heard the bathroom door across the hall slam shut and lock. It took a few minutes for me to gain enough of my senses to feel the pain throbbing in my throat and feel the blood soaking my shirt. I touched the wound gingerly and stared at the blood.

The little shit had freaked out and he thought he was gunna kill me...

A smirk slid across my still dazed face. I pulled my self to standing, only stumbling once before leaning against the wall for support. OK. so maybe he did almost kill me. Using the wall for support i make it to the bathroom door. It's locked tight.

"Frankie!!! Come out. pleeeaaasssee???" My voice was still breathy, as i leaned heavily on the door and called to him. when i received no answer, i fell back on an old standard. Digging in my pockets i pull out my lock picks. Hey, gotta earn the delinquent title somehow, right?

In a matter of minutes I've got the lock picked and I fling the door open, not for effect, but because it takes that large a burst of energy from me to even move it. Frankie is sitting on the ground, his back against the side of the marble bathtub. He stares up at me, what appear to be bloody tear tracks drying on his face, which registered only shock that i was standing. Hell, i was pretty damn surprised myself.
"You should go. I almost killed you."

I look at the beautiful immortal creature in front of me and i see what's left of his humanity shining through.

"Pthhh. I told you, i can take what you dish out." My stumble belied my words and Frankie stood to help support me. I tried to bat him away, because now i was simply lightheaded more than anything else, but he wouldn't budge. "I'm fine, Frankie. Just a little lightheaded now." I winced, brushing a finger to the bloody wound and studied the blood very closely. I tentatively licked my finger tips, tasting the metallic sweetness. Frank's eyes were as round as saucers as he watched me. there was a trail of crimson on his chin and i turned his face to mine, licking the blood from his lip before crushing my lips to his, fuck the blood, I wanted him. The bloodletting? a bonus. I broke the kiss myself before he got the chance, touching my still bloodied fingertips to his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere. we are not done."

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Oh God... Oh GOD....

Growling in defeat, I took his bloody fingers into my mouth, sucking greedily. I could not get enough of this fucker, and I think he knew it. And watching him lick away some of the blood on his fingers.... I groaned just at the thought, releasing his fingers and crushing his lips to mine. My hand wrapped around the nape of his neck, holding him closer to me instead of holding him up. I felt him tremble a little under my onslaught, but I did not stop. Fuck the guilt, fuck my humanity, fuck everything. He was going to be mine, no matter what the cost to him... or me.

"Gerard..." I murmured, just the sound of his name rolling off my bloodied tongue sending little shocks of pleasure through my abdomen. As my lips ravaged his, my body putting pressure on his until he was forced against the wall. His blood was driving my senses crazy, which was only sharpened by the lust I felt for the fragile human before me. Finally I couldn't take it anymore, my lips forsaking his for the white and red skin of his throat, the thing that was driving me insane. I lapped at his wounds, feeling him wince and gasp at the slight pain of my rough tongue. Working my way down, I slowly cleaned his neck of any excess blood, stopping where his shirt hindered my progress. Without thinking, I tore it from his body, the sound of fabric tearing barely registering in my mind. Instead, I ground my denim clad hips against his and bit down where his shoulder met his neck, my teeth piercing skin and hitting muscle as we both moaned.
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Christ but i couldn't get enough of him, or his sweet torture.

When he ripped the shirt from my body, it made my whole being shudder and I almost collapsed when his teeth found my flesh again, but he was pressing me hard against the smooth cool wall, pinning me. Involuntarily, an arm slid around his waist, and the other into his hair. after allowing him to nip and tear at the flesh of my shoulder for a few minutes, I reluctantly pulled him away by his hair.

I pulled his shirt off him quickly before pulling him into another kiss, my arms wrapping around his waist, hands sliding below the top of his jeans, holding him harder against me, the friction was almost too much. I moaned into the kiss, and i must have gotten carried away, because i nicked my tongue on his sharp canines. it wasn't a lot of blood, but it brought a moan from the throat of the boy in my arms and his hips thrust against mine, his hands pulling my hair roughly as he sucked the blood from the tip of my tongue. I could have stayed like that forever, but he had other ideas.

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I continued to suck the blood from his tongue, rubbing my tongue gently against his cut to coax as much of the sweet elixir from it as I could. My hands moved slowly from his hair down his body, slipping on the blood and sweat coating his taut skin. I found the button on his pants and deftly unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down over his hips as he continued to shudder and moan beneath me.

My marble lips never left his bloodied ones as my fingers toyed with his waistband, drawing moan after moan from his lips as I dipped my fingers lower and lower. I gently played with the fine hairs I found curling just above his waist, smiling into the passionate kiss as his reactions. His arm around my waist tried to pull me closer, to regain the sweet friction we both so craved, but I resisted easily. As much as I wanted him, I still retained enough of myself to want to tease him, to make him beg me for it.

That way, when he couldn't walk tomorrow, I could say he asked for it.
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When Frankie pulled away, I couldn't help but growl my displeasure. he was playing with me and while i loved every minute of it, i wanted, needed to feel his skin against mine.

But if he wanted to play like that, i could play back.

My hands left his ass and traced up the muscles of his back, occasionaly I allowed my nails dig into the taught flesh and muscle, but just enough to tease. Scrapping up over his shoulders and down his chest to the fly of his skinnies, I let out a whimper, purposely this time, as he tried to step away from my grasping fingers. But lust slowed his reactions, and he didn't move before my finger tips trailed across his lower stomach, dipping below the waist of his jeans.

"Frankie....." I whispered, Sotto voce, barely audible. "Please Frankie."

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"Frankie.... please Frankie....."

Oh FUCK, that little shit was toying with me now too!!!!!! The blood in my body had returned the feeling to my skin, which had long been completely cold. But now I was full beyond belief, and every touch sent me shivering and gasping for air. And dammit, I think he knew it.

I tried to find my voice to answer his plea, but even that feat seemed beyond me. Instead I rubbed his full erection roughly through his boxers, drawing moans and gasps from his swollen lips. A cock-sure smile twisted my lips as he threw his head back against the wall, his gorgeous hazel eyes fluttering closed.

"Tell me what you want, Gerard," I growled, leaning in and licking around his ear, ending with a sharp bite to his earlobe. But I still would not let our bodies touch besides that. I wanted to hear him say it.

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God i could seriously get used to the feel of his teeth on my skin. Wait. No. It will always cause an adrenaline rush. The only places where there was contact between us was my hand on his lower abdomen, his mouth on my ear and his hand on my cock. GOD, but i needed more.

Shaking to keep from begging, even though i know thats what he wants to hear, my hands clumsily undid the button the fly of his jeans, fingers slipping lower. I felt him shiver against me and it was my turn to smile, though it was weak.

Apparently he realized i'd noticed the crack in his mental armour, becuase his hand moved more forcefully. Fuck me, I can't take this. All i want is to feel him all around me and in me. He's under my skin, in my veins and swimming in my fucking blood as it dances through my body.

"aah. Fuck. Frankie...." My head rolled back again and his mouth fluttered down my throat and my shoulder. "Please Frankie. Fuck me, Suck me, I don't care which, but I fuckin need you. NOW."

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That's all I needed to hear.

With a low groan of satisfaction, I pulled my jeans from my body, shortly followed by my boxers. Gerard whimpered at the lack of contact as my hand left his boxers, but I quickly shushed him with a sharp bite to his shoulder.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, babe," I groaned, turning him slowly so he was facing the wall. I bit back a growl as his hand left my cock and stripped his boxers from his body, leaving him bare before me. His white skin, hiding the sweet fountain beneath it, was intoxicating on its own. I had never felt such lust for a human being, not even when I walked among them. Sweat glistened over his skin as he shuddered, and I watched as toned muscles tensed and shook before me. God he was beautiful. I pressed myself to him softly, moving my lips to his ear again.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Gerard," I whispered, snaking one hand around his waist and pressing the other to his lips.
"Suck them, baby," I commanded softly, trailing butterfly kisses down his neck and shoulders.

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His skin was warm on mine, but his touch sent shivers down my spine. every nerve ending i had was on a edge as his kisses fluttered across my skin and i took his fingers into my mouth as far as the bulk of his hand would allow, Rolling my tongue around them and sucking to my hearts content.

He continued to kiss along my shoulder blades and neck, throwing in a bite here and there. I slid an arm around his waist behind me, to hold him closer. it was an awkward angle and it hurt, but i welcomed the pain, so long as there was more of him touching me. I was starved for the feel of him against me, as though i hadn't had contact with another person in years.

honestly, I hadn't really, aside from family. It's kind of funny, really, now that I think about it.

I'm slightly apprehensive about what's to come, but so long as his lips are on me, his arms around me; so long as it's him, I don't care.

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I reluctantly pulled my fingers from his mouth, kissing his shoulder one last time. His arm around my waist was slightly constricting, so as I worked one hand down his gorgeous body, I gently freed myself with my other hand. He whimpered a bit in protest, but I quietly shushed him as my wet fingers found his ass.
"This is gonna hurt baby," I whispered softly, beginning to suck on his neck to distract him.

"I... I don't care, remember?" he reminded me, his breath coming in short gasps due to my mouth suckling at his skin. I smiled into his neck and slid the first of my fingers in, relishing in the groan it tore from Gerard's lips.

"Easy baby, easy," I murmured, letting him adjust a little before sliding my second finger into him. Another groan from those luscious lips, another few seconds, and I began scissoring my fingers deep inside of him.

"God, Frankie....." he groaned, and I grinned.
"That's not even the half of it, love," I purred, pulling my fingers out as quickly as I could. I wanted to be inside of him, as in NOW.

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It took a minute for his words to register in my lust addled brain, and when they did, my mind was racing at the thought of more. Until it stumbled on that last word, the 'L' one. I really didn't want to over analyze it, as that tends to be a mood killer, but my mind raced ahead of my intentions. He doesn't strike me as the kind of person to use that word lightly, not even as a pet name or pillow talk. But that's what i decided to chalk it up to, as his fingers left my body. Pillow talk. even if there were no pillows to be seen.

I leaned my head back on to his shoulder, and turned slightly to kiss the side of his cheek softly as he slowly worked his way in. the pain of the stretch brought a gasp from my throat and he stilled. It was all i could do to keep from screaming at him.

"Frankie... don't stop... And whatever you do... don't be gentle... there's plenty of time for that... later."

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Whatever Gerard said, I HAD to be gentle, otherwise I could literally split him in two. And somehow, I don't think he'd like that much. But still, he was asking for it.....

I continued my slow entrance, driven by Gerard's gasps of pain and groans of pleasure. His hot, tight muscles rippled around me, drawing gasps from my own lips.

"Ready babe?"

Without giving him a chance to answer, I pulled out and slammed back into him, relishing in his scream. My lips found his exposed neck as I set up a steady rhythm, driving in and out of him as I sucked and bit. He would never forget this.

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He asked if i was ready but didn't give me a chance to reply before he drilled back into me. I choked out a scream, and it wasn't purely from pleasure for once. I really hate to use the "hurt so good" cliche, but honestly, it did. The pain quickly turned to pleasure with each measured thrust, and I couldn't help but cry out with the pure force of it, bracing my hands on the wall and accepting the assault.

Frankie kept a warm hand on my hip, his mouth biting and sucking between his own frenzied gasps, as his other hand roamed over my chest without any particular destination. I still needed more. More pleasure, more pain, more of him, period. He was my newest drug, the only one i'd ever need again. I found myself pressing back into his thrusts.

"Ohh God Frankie.... " the moan slipped past my lips and i could feel him smile against my shoulder, and knew that the corners of his mouth would be twisted in arrogance.

"Come on Frankie..." I gasped as his teeth scraped on my shoulder again and my brain struggled to assemble the words to express my desire for more of this sweet torture. "I need... God. Frankie, I need you to... FUCK. just..."
expletives poured out my mouth as he found THAT spot, and i started to see stars at the edge of my vision. "Again Frankie." I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. "Harder."

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"Harder?" I questioned breathlessly, even as I drove my throbbing erection deeper inside him, groaning as he screamed with pleasure. He was so fucking tight... so fucking alive.......

"God Gerard...." I groaned, my thrusts becoming jerkier and my rhythm slipping. Never, in all the boys I had been with, had I ever felt such intense pleasure. My insides were imploding and burning and writhing as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I dug my teeth into his neck to keep from screaming, just barely piercing the soft flesh beneath my lips.

My hand moved over his chest and waist, slipping from the blood and sweat coating his beautiful body. His moans drove me closer and closer to the edge as I allowed my hand to travel lower, wrapping around his cock and pumping in time with my driving thrusts.

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"aah FUCK." the word flew out my mouth on an intake of breath as his fingers, coated in sweat and blood wrapped themselves around me and I bit down on my lip to hold back the scream that wanted to rip through my raw throat, breaking skin. I didn't care one fucking bit.

I used the wall as my leverage so thrust back against him harder, My eyelids closed because it was wasted energy to keep them open another minute longer.
Frankie smothered his moans and curses in my shoulder as the tempo became erratic. He was almost there and i was right beside him.

I managed to murmur "almost... there, baby..." a fraction of a second before he bit down on the tender skin, I exploded. The scream i was holding back tore its self up and out my throat and my vision behind my eyelids turned red as my eyelashes fluttered against my cheek, the muscles around Frankie spasming form the sheer rush of it as every other muscle in my body tensed all at once as well.

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I roared as I came, exploding inside Gerard as his muscles spasmed and tightened around me, creating a wave of sheer ecstasy that enveloped my entire body. Never before had I ever felt anything that could ever compare to this, it was heaven and hell at the same time; I was burning and drowning, dying and living all at once.

I rode out the most intense orgasm of my life, gasping and panting for breath as Gerard moaned my name. Slowly pulling out of him, I clutched at the marble counter not too far away from our tangled bodies to keep myself standing, while Gerard sunk to the floor.

"Fuck, Gerard..... just, fuck!" I panted, my eyes still glazed over as aftershocks rocked my body.

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The cool tile floor felt fabulous against my over heated skin as i crumpled in a heap. I tried to laugh at Frankie's reaction where he stood, holding on to the counter for dear life, but i jsut couldn't move enough to do so yet. stars were still swimming behind my eyes as i watched him catch his breath, his beautiful pale chest heaving ever so slightly.

I managed to glance down my body to see a bloody sweaty mess. I couldn't help but smile, and press my head back against cold ceramic of the floor. I was allready aching from the abuse and the adreneline hadn't worn off yet, meaning i'd be cursing him and myself in the morning.

after a minute or two, I'd gained enough breath back to stretch away the kinks allready building in my muscles. Standing, I reveled in the little aches and pains that raced along my nerve endings as i stretched my arms over my head, gasping at the sharp stings from the wounds to my neck and shoudlers. Frankie was still clutching the counter, as i carefully made my way to the mirror on the wall above the sink, inspecting the damage. i gingerly touched one of the fresh bitemarks, wincing. skin was allready bruising and welting, making a vibrant tattoo against my skin.

He'd left his mark all over my body and on my soul.

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Like I said. this ain't over. Just waiting for Samidear's parents to not embrace douchebaggery for a while. hopefully soon there will be more to this. <3

Bloody hell! Dirty girl.

More please!!!!!

samikins and i are working on it via email, since her parents are the devil. <3

nom nom nom...
what a great way to relax after a hard day of half-assed essay writing...
*reclines gloriously*
definately stilll as good second time round...