The Hue of Autumn is Blood (Frerard)

Chapter 7 - The Curse with No Cure

As the movie progressed, Lestat taught Louis how to be a vampire. They wished someone had taught them, yet the vampire coven continued their radio silence. By accident, another vampire must have found them already, even if, they didn't want to teach them the vampire ways, to meet another vampire would be sufficient.

Gerard's eyes kept glancing to their wardrobe—one mist away and their chest could become flat again.

Suddenly, Frank pulled their blanket and Gerard yelped as they toppled over into the space between him and the laptop. Their head rested against his pyjama pants.

On their blanket, Frank placed his hand and if the wool vanished, his hand would have touched their forearm. Frank said, "I'll put a dog collar on you if you don't stop."

Gerard shuffled onto their back, "I've always wanted to be your submissive."

The way his Adam's apple protruded at this angle, so sharp and pronounced. How temptation to reach up and pierced it with their fangs overwhelmed them. Frank gulped, "I didn't mean it like that."

"Whatever you say, daddy." Gerard cackled as Frank frowned and avoided their eyes.

Neither of them spoke for a while. Louis and Lestat adopted a vampire child together which made Gerard yearn to become a gay vampire dad with Frank. Would they raise a human or a vampire together? They would have to compromise and raise half-vampire (the other half human) child. Wait, could vampires become pregnant? Or could vampires only turn other humans into vampires? More questions for the vampire coven.

Frank said, "Do I need to put a lock on your wardrobe?" Fuck, did Gerard stare again? Their wardrobe beckoned them to mist and wear a binder.

Gerard peered up at Frank's neck as they quenched for blood—fuck, Gerard shouldn't think about that, "I'll kick it down with my bat boots."

As Frank licked their lip ring, Gerard couldn't help their fangs protrude, "And I'll take the binders from you."

On the bed, Gerard sat upright and their outer blanket leaned against his forearm, "And what if my grip is extra tight?"

Frank stared at the blanket and smiled, "I'll fight you for them."

The first two blankets dropped around their hips which left a black knitted blanket around their body, "So you're going to tackle me again?"

Frank leaned in, his head hovering above their shoulder, "Maybe I will."

Beneath the reek of garlic, there lingered a scent of blood aging like a fine red wine, "You're making me want to run to my wardrobe."

Frank's eyes darted around Gerard's face, but avoided their eyes, "Gerard..."

As the odour of blood heighten, Gerard's pupils dilated "Oh hey Frankie."

"Are you..." Frank hesitated. "Are you going to bite me?" Fuck. Frank knew Gerard too well. Though Gerard would never bite Frank without his consent, he never needed to worry.

His lips glowed crimson in the laptop light, and they could not resist staring, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were asking me to."

Frank followed Gerard gazed to his lips, "What are you doing..."

Gerard's parted lips caught each one of Frank's breaths—no drop of him went to waste, "Hoping you make a move."

Frank's eyes drifted around their chin, nose, and lips—curious, "A move?"

Gerard stuck their tongue out, hovering next to his lip ring, "I want you to kiss me."

How mysterious that Frank hadn't bolted out their room at those words, "Gerard, don't say that." Frank turned his head down, his hair caressed their face, "You're a vampire."