Thank You For The Venom [Vampire Gerard X male reader]

Chapter 2

It's dark out when you arrive at the motel. Gerard is holding a plastic grocery bag full of beef jerky and some bottled water, as well as some first aid supplies. He jiggles the room key in the lock a bit, before finally unlocking it and opening the room. He holds the door for you, letting you in first. You flip the light switch and take off your coat, tossing it lazily on the floor beside the door. Gerard follows you in and locks the door behind him. He walks over to the window and pulls the curtains closed, then empties the contents of the bag onto the edge of the bed.

"So..." You start, breaking the silence. "Is there anything I need to do to prepare?"

Gerard takes off his coat and walks over to the bed, gesturing to you to sit. "Not really, I just need to give you a bit of a rundown of what's gonna happen." You walk over to the bed and sit down on top of the soft comforter. Gerard sits beside you, and takes your hand. His hands are warm and soft, and his grip is gentle. "So here's what's gonna happen." He begins "It's gonna hurt like hell for a bit, but by the time you've counted to five, it will even out, and start to feel okay." He gently strokes the top of your hand with his thumb.

"How bad will it be, exactly?" You squeak, gripping his hand nervously.

"Well the neck is one of the most vulnerable parts of the body," He goes on, laying his other hand on top of yours to reassure you, "so it won't be great."

"Okay." You gulp, trying not to show how scared you are. He releases your hand and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"It's okay if you don't want to do it." Gerard says "You can still back out." He moves his hand from your shoulder to your back, gently pulling you towards him, but very subtly.

"No," you maintain, determined to do this for him, "I want to."

"Alright." Gerard says. "Turn that way." He points to the wall opposite the bed, and you turn to face it, putting your back to him. He gently moves your shirt collar aside slightly, exposing your neck. "Okay," he exhales, wrapping his arms around to put his hand in front of you, and the other to hold your left hand, "watch my hand. By the time all five fingers are up, the hard part will be over." You take a deep breath "Ready?" He confirms one more time. You nod in agreement, nervous, but determined to follow through. Gerard acknowledges your signal, and exhales loudly. "Alright. Squeeze my hand if you have to." He engages his fangs and lines up a position on your neck, then sinks his teeth into you. Immediately it feels unbearable. A sharp, searing pain shooting down to your shoulder and up towards your jaw, as if the muscles in your neck are screaming in protest to the unexpected trauma. You grip his hand as tight as you can, and try to focus your attention on the countdown. 5 seconds. It stings, and you can feel the muscles in your neck begin to seize and tense up, it feels impossible to move your neck or head in any way. 4 seconds, 3 seconds. Your eyes start to water, and you bite your tongue, trying to hold back from wincing audibly. 2 seconds, 1 second. Gerard holds all 5 fingers up for a moment and waves them slightly to ensure that you can see them, then puts his hand down, and you feel his fangs retract. The pain begins to subside, and is quickly replaced by a sudden hazy euphoria. What seconds ago felt like a gunshot wound now feels like a pin prick and a gentle suction, with the soothing warmth of Gerard's lips against your skin, and the steady sound of his breath beside your ear. Your entire body begins to relax and your eyelids start to get heavy, as you release your grip on Gerard's hand and slowly slump backwards into him, and he cradles you in his arms as he feeds. You can almost feel the blood leaving your body as he gently sucks on the wound, occasionally squeezing your hand or stroking your hair gently.

After a few more seconds of drinking, Gerard pulls his lips away from you and carefully shuffles the two of you towards the pillows at the top of the bed. The wound, which is now steadily bleeding but no longer causing you any pain, starts to stain the collar of your shirt. "Whoops." Gerard chuckles. He seals his lips on to your skin again and gently sucks the excess blood from the wound. His touch feels electric, your skin buzzing and your mind swirling every time he grazes your skin. He shifts to the side and slides out from under you, leaning your limp body carefully on the headboard.