Carving Pumpkins (Frank Iero)

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This chapter is a little different; it's told from Gerard's point of view. This will occur throughout the story just a few times, just a heads-up.

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My eyes fluttered open and met the sunlight as I groaned. I shifted around against the sheets and realized that I was naked, remembering the night before as I felt a slight smirk creep across my face.

I wasn't really a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of guy; I just felt an immediate connection with Frank, and he was beautiful. Selfish as it sounds, I liked to take what I thought was beautiful.

It soon became evident as the night progressed that Frank was a virgin. It was obvious in the way he carried himself, shifted, unsure, that he had no idea what to do or how to do it. I was gentle; gentler than I had been with all of my past lovers. Usually, when vampires made love with another of themselves they were inexplicably rough, due to the fact that they could handle pain, even enjoyed it.

With Frank, though, this was not the case.

I felt a strong sense of affection toward Frank. I really appreciated the fact that I couldn't read Frank's mind; I kind of liked being kept at bay.

I lightly touched my hand to Frank's shoulder and kissed his cheek. "Wake, up, baby." Frank quietly groaned and arched his back, stretching and rolling over. He whined childishly in protest of waking and I chuckled. I'd forgotten that he was so young, still just a youth.

"Frankie, wake up." I said softly, scooting toward him on the bed and running my tongue over the spot just below his ear that I knew drove him crazy.

"Ung." Frank gasped a little and groaned again, this time in pleasure. "Oh, yeah."

Frank rolled over so that he was facing me and he smiled. I reached out and touched his chest, tracing his radiant, inked skin with my fingertips. "You're so beautiful, Frankie." I whispered, smiling back at him. I couldn't read Frank's mind for some odd reason, but I could sense a strong wave of self-consciousness radiating from Frank's Psyche.

Frank blushed and ducked his head, grinning wider. "Thank you, Gerard. You are too."

I smiled and got up to get my boxers, sliding them on and climbing back under the blankets to lay with Frank. Frank, as if suddenly remembering that he was naked, blushed a deep crimson and moved to retrieve his own shorts. Frank climbed back into the bed and cuddled up next to me.

I wrapped my arms around Frank's torso and pulled him in closer. Frank sighed. "I know you'll eventually have to leave." He said grimly, nuzzling into my chest. I kissed the top of Frank's head and smiled against his hair. "Yes," I concluded. "Eventually, but not right now. Right now, it's just us." Frank smiled and sighed contentedly. "And, even after I'm gone, I'll make sure that you'll always be able to contact me."

I held Frank for a while longer, truly not wanting to leave and break his fragile mortal heart. I had just taken his virginity for goodness sake; I wasn't just going to leave without at least exchanging numbers. I was cold-blooded, but not that cold-blooded. Plus, I kind of liked Frank. He was absolutely stunning, and he looked like he could potentially be great courting material.

Frank flinched in my arms as the door swung open and Ray came waltzing into his room. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from where I was at on the bed. Ray squinted and rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the sight before him.

"Oh my God." Ray buried his face in his hands and groaned. "Did you guys fuck?"

Frank blushed and buried his head further in my chest as I shot Ray an apologetic look.