A/N: Okay so this isn't necessarily porn, more so vampire!gerard drinks the blood of his boyfriend and they're both way too into it. Anyways this turned out way better than yesterday imo and I'm actually tempted to start a series with just this version of Frank and Gee because I had so much fun writing it.
Also, I found out about the phenomenon that is "dog collar matches" today which is where pro wrestlers wear dog collars that connect to each other via a long chain and then fight each other and like??? After watching a few matches no one can convince me that that isn't just a weird kink thing under the guise of pro wrestling cuz no way in hell is it an actual sport. Like these two massive dudes were just pulling each other around by chains on their collars and yelling degrading stuff at each other before slapping them in the face that is absolutely a kink thing. Anyway it actually made for a pretty decent watch while I was writing this <3
Oh also sorry if there's any typos it's 5:50 am rn and I haven't slept yet :) (also yes this is late it's not important)
"I'm back," Frank greeted as he walked through the door of his shared apartment, immediately kicking off his shoes.
It had been an exceedingly long day at the tattoo shop where Frank worked. Six hours straight of working on a complex chest piece would be enough to give anyone a killer headache.
Frank rolled his shoulders as he flopped down onto one of the couches, wincing at the dull ache that rang out across his back as he relaxed into the sofa cushions - only vaguely aware of the blurry shadow slinking across his periphery before he closed his eyes.
"Good evening," Gerard spoke, making Frank slowly open his eyes again - no longer surprised when his boyfriend would suddenly appear in front of him.
Frank eyed his partner up and down, noting his greasy hair - he'd have to force him into the shower later. Frank reached his arms out, wordlessly inviting his partner onto his lap. Gerard obliged, clambering gently onto his boyfriend, straddling his thighs.
Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard, nuzzling into his worn-out hoodie, breathing in the faint scent of oil paints and blood as he relaxed.
"How was your day?" Gerard asked, his pale hands working through the knots and tangles in his partner's hair.
"Long," Frank confessed, sighing deeply, "How was yours?"
"Pretty good," Gerard spoke, his fangs peeking out from behind his pink lips, "I worked on that commission I told you about."
"The cat, right?"
Gerard made a noise of confirmation, "Sphynx cats are weird, man. Lots of wrinkles."
Frank smiled softly, remembering the picture Gerard had shown him of an odd looking cat who's owners had commissioned Gerard to paint it. He leaned his head back against the couch cushions, closing his eyes again as his partner continued to brush his hands through his hair. Frank occasionally felt him lean forward to nuzzle against his exposed neck, melting into the sensation of his partner's soft skin against his own.
Pulling his partner closer, Gerard took to running his lips over his partner's jaw and down to his neck, practically tasting the metallic tang of the blood that ran through his veins, reveling in the familiar comfort of his boyfriend's neck.
"Gerard?" Frank questioned.
"Yeah?"
"I want you to feed from me," Frank confessed quietly, his voice hushed.
Gerard's eyebrows knitted together slightly, concern lacing his features, "Are you sure?" He asked, "You've had a rough day and I know that feeding really takes it out of you-"
"Please, Gerard. I need it. I want it."
Frank knew perfectly well that Gerard had plenty of means of drinking blood. It wasn't uncommon for Frank to come home and see him sucking on a blood bag like a capri sun - there were at least three nearby clinics that specialised in donating blood to vampires. Gerard called himself a vegetarian, the kind of vampire that didn't take blood from unconsenting humans, so this was the perfect alternative.
Despite knowing that it wasn't necessary for Gerard to feed from him, Frank occasionally insisted. Not only did he know that Gerard found a live meal infinitely more satisfying than his usual frozen and thawed blood bags, he also derived a masochistic kind of pleasure from their ritual.
"If you're sure," Gerard finally relented, not sounding completely convinced.
"I am," Frank gave his partner a reassuring smile.
Gerard finally lowered his head back down after shooting Frank one last warning look. After not receiving any sign that his partner wanted to back out, the vampire finally allowed himself to enjoy the moment fully. He ran his lips over his boyfriend's soft skin, feeling the thrum of his pulse, occasionally letting his teeth graze over the sensitive flesh.
Whining lowly, Frank tilted his head back further as a hot breath of air ran over his neck. A nervous thrum of energy churned in his body, he'd been in this position dozens of times before but nothing could stop the small knot of anxiety that would settle in his stomach every time.
Slowly, Gerard licked a stripe over Frank's skin, marking where he would pierce the flesh. He felt his partner tense under his touch and he moved his pale hand from where it was resting on Frank's waist to gently cup the side of his face in a gesture he hoped was reassuring.
In a quick motion, Gerard drew back slightly before suddenly plunging his fangs into the soft skin of his boyfriend's neck. The metallic taste filling his mouth quickly, making all other senses fade away into obscurity, as if this was the sole thing that mattered.
Frank drew in a sharp breath as he felt Gerard's fangs puncture his neck. It hurt, how could it not, but underneath the blinding pain there was something deeper making its way to the surface. He writhed under his boyfriend's strong touch, gasping as he tried to resist the urge to pull away completely.
Gerard lapped at the blood now steadily flowing from the two wounds, he forgot how much he missed feeding from Frank. With every taste of the bitter liquid he felt a strong wave of pleasure that both heightened and dulled his senses. The steady pulse of his partner felt so strong and alive under his tongue, something Gerard hadn't been in decades.
Finally, the pain fell away enough for Frank to truly realise why he repeatedly insisted Gerard feed from him. The blood loss made him feel both lightheaded and euphoric, the overwhelming sense of pleasure the only thing keeping him grounded. It was only during this ritual that Frank felt so completely connected to his boyfriend, as if their very souls were intertwined. Waves of pleasure rolled through his body, making him moan and gasp and present his neck even more.
Gerard knew in the back of his mind he should probably stop right about now but that thought was pushed back further with every lap of his tongue. He ground his hips down against his boyfriend who was avidly trying to become as close to Gerard as was possible. He did finally pull back after another few moments, watching how his partner reached up a weak hand and tried to pull his head back down.
"Hey," Frank complained weakly, "Come back."
Gerard chuckled softly, "As much as I love your blood I don't need you passing out."
Gerard smiled as Frank squinted at him, looking as if he was trying to comprehend the idea.
"You've got blood on your face," Frank slurred, his eyes drooping and head fuzzy from his weakened state.
"Yes," Gerard agreed, "And you have two open wounds I need to take care of."
