The Hue of Autumn is Blood (Frerard)

Chapter 14 - We Stole the Fire And It's Burning Bright

Resurrection candles glowed a dim gold that reflected off metal palette knives, glass jars of linseed oil, and Frank's lip ring as Gerard pinned him on a painting table. Wet oil paint seeped into his black skinny jeans. The sketches surrounding them glared as they encroached on their painting studio—which was fair, they should get a room.

Every kiss sent a throb of pain in Gerard's stake wound but they didn't care. If every handhold with Frank melted and scorched their skin like rays of daylight, they wouldn't care. If every embrace had a chance that Frank staking them again, they wouldn't care. If every glance drained them of all their sucked human blood and filled them with the quenching ache of blood, they wouldn't care.

They didn't fucking care about any of that. So long as they had Frank.

Though, the last one had a slight hint of truth in it. Gerard's thirst for blood increase with each taste of Frank's lips. They needed a lot more blood to regenerate their stake wound.

Nonetheless, nothing prevented their love: no vampire hunting, no banishing spells, no vampire powers. Their love wandered wherever it wished.

The vampire gods could spite them for falling in love with a vampire hunter and they could not care any less what any official vampire doctrine preached.

Laying on the painting table, Frank tilted his head towards the ceiling— breaking the kiss—to breathe. Gerard forgot humans need to breathe oxygen—such a waste of energy that he could spend kissing.

As Frank caught his breath, Gerard kissed the side of his lips, trailed down his chin to his neck and giggled. Their tongue brushed over the perfect spot on his neck for a vampire bite. Vampires' instinct meant they always found that spot.

Frank tugged on a locket of Gerard's hair that touched his upper chin, "Gerard?"

Gerard licked the spot of Frank's neck and glanced up, "Yeah, Frankie?"

Frank licked his lip ring and mumbled, "You—uh... I want... Well..."

A pain jolted through their stake wound as Gerard shuffled closer to Frank's lips, "What was that, Frankie?"

Frank blushed and stared at the ceiling, "I know...uh—you need to regenerate so I was thinking... Well, I mean..."

Did Frank just imply what Gerard thought he did? They jabbed Frank's cheeks and giggled, "Frankie, I didn't hear you."

Frank sighed and cleared his throat, "I want you to bite me."

Oh. As though he read their mind. Gerard would love that. Frank the clairvoyant witch and Gerard the hypnotic vampire made such a perfect couple, wouldn't one say?

Gerard's eyes dilated and fangs protruded, sliding out on their lips, "As in suck your blood?"

The odour of Frank's blood simmered in the painting studio air, marinating until they tasted it. He mumbled, "Even if I die—"

"Die?" Gerard giggled and wiggled their tongue, licking Frank's lip ring, "How many humans do you think I've killed?"

As Frank gulped, his Adam's apple jutted out of his neck as though it hung from a sacred apple tree in the garden of Eden and it compelled Gerard to lick its tender skin, bite through its living flesh, devour the forbidden fruit. One small taste would satisfy their hunger.

"I try not to think about it..."

Gerard chuckled which evolved into a laugh and then a cackle. Each pulsed a wave of pain through their chest; they really needed to heal their stake wound. "Do you think you're dating a serial killer?"