The Florence Theory ☆ FRERARD

Chapter 6

Is there really a right or wrong direction in life? In fact, the whole concept of right and wrong seems to be fabricated and biased. How can someone really be labelled as good if the concept of good doesn't exist? How do I know if I am good enough? Will I reach a point in my life where I am regarded as good, or will I continue reaching for a goal that is impossible to achieve?

"It seems like there's always something new to learn about you," Gerard said with a flirty glint in his eye as he kissed Frank on his cheek. Soon, as he predicted, he got carried away and began kissing his lips.

Frank rested his hands on Gerard's cheeks as they kissed, immersing in the pleasure that came with it. He laid back on Gerard's couch which he took as an opportunity to straddle him and kiss him even more passionately. He sighed in pleasure and cupped his hand on the back of Gerard's neck, pushing his lips harder onto his.

Gerard moaned into Frank's mouth and then smirked into the kiss.

Frank's lip lingered away from Gerard's as he started kissing his neck, gently nibbling and sucking on certain areas, obviously pleasuring Gerard from his moans. He tangled his fingers in Gerard's hair and continued, learning from how Gerard did the same to him on that night about a month ago, and how amazing it made him feel.

"Oh, that feels amazing, baby," Gerard complimented, dragging out his syllables and settling his palm on the back of Frank's head. But seconds later, he felt his fangs emerge from his gums. He bit his lip guiltily and then looked down at Frank who was still kissing his neck.

Soon, he lifted his sights to look at Gerard and then saw his fangs and red eyes. He chuckled, clearly amused. "Blood boner, huh?" He cupped his cheek in his hand.

Gerard blushed. "Yeah, I guess so. We can stop if you like," he reminded him, not knowing if Frank trusted him enough to let him close to him when he was like this.

"No way, man," he refused, planting a kiss on his lips. "I believe you when you say you can control it."

Gerard smiled, feeling a sense of belonging for the first time in a while.

"Are real vampires like those that are in books and movies?" Frank proposed, now thinking about the questions he'd been wanting to ask Gerard about his vampirism.

"Real vampires are definitely rare. And we don't sparkle in the sun." A smile crept onto his face.

"What about blood? Do you drink blood to survive?" Frank continued.

"Yes. I usually get blood from doners or animals. Never usually straight from a human's neck," Gerard added to ensure Frank that he wasn't going to bite him out of nowhere.

"Well, what happens if you do bite someone?" Frank proceeded with his questions, "Do they die?"

"Of course, not!" Gerard said quickly, shocked at Frank's assumptions, "I'm not that kind of vampire. I cannot kill people by drinking their blood."

"There's types of vampires?"

Gerard nodded. "There's three. The first type is the most dangerous type—they bite humans and animals at any time they like and always kill them. The second type bites humans and animals but they too will turn into vampires. And the third type is what I am—I can't kill anyone by drawing blood and I can choose to convert people to vampirism or keep them human," he explained, "The first type is the most common and the third type is the rarest."

"What would happen if you bit me?" Frank asked.

"Um..." Gerard looked at Frank. "Well, the only reason I would bite you is to get my fix, but I wouldn't because I have my alternatives."