Through My Veins - Frerard

Chapter Thirteen

Gerard's P.O.V:

It was somewhat adorable and heartwarming seeing Frank and Cerberus together, that lasted until Frank told me that he could actually talk to the dog; and that the dog talked back to him. That just got plain weird. He told me that he was able to communicate with animals before, and so did all of werewolves, but he was especially able to connect with the little dude more for some reason.

"Oh great, I'm living with a Disney Princess and her poodle now." I quite honestly didn't know what to make of this, cue to a bark.

"He just said that you reeked of daddy issues and lack of melanin." Frank translated, excuse me?

"Well tell the little flea bag to get his feelings-sniffing nose out of my fucking business and shove it some place else!" I replied defensively, the less-tinier puppy gasped.

"Gerard! Don't use that kind of language around little Berry, you'll ruin his innocence!" he looked outraged.

"Berry?" my face contorted in disgust.

"You try finding a better nickname for Cerberus!" he countered defensively. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm going for a walk." I said getting up "I'll be back in an hour maximum." I needed to get out of this overly-energetic room, I was getting too old for this shit.

Frank mumbled a half-hearted okay while 'Berry' took the fabric of my pants in his mouth and tried stopping me from leaving, it was already hard enough with the older one looking crestfallen, I didn't need that too!

"It's okay honey, you'll be staying with Papa Frankie, he'll take well care of you, won't you daddy?" I just had to, it was too fun seeing the horrified expression on Frank's face.

"Gerard!" he was completely aghast, "This is just plain animal abuse!"

"Hey, if you're feeling abused you're free to call animal protection. But I'm pretty sure you really don't mind getting abused, don't you Frankie?" I turned him red "You just love it when I do it." I practically purred in his face, I really could've totally forgotten about the company if it weren't for the high pitched bark.

"Oh not you too!" Frank wailed going a deeper shade. "You two are fucking perverts!" he addressed both the dog and I.

"Language, Frankie." I mimicked his previous statement.

"What language? That little prick is ruining MY innocence!" he was completely frustrated by whatever the hell the dog told him.

I kissed a very red, very exasperated Frankie goodbye and headed out, I needed to have a smoke. I've quit it for a while but that was completely unplanned, I just kinda stopped or forgot about it gradually as it didn't have the same appeal, you could say I got bored with it.

I was already dead and my body only reacted to two things only: sex and food, well as long as you define blood as food, so I couldn't get addicted to nicotine like normal mortals do, or die of lung cancer cause let's just face it, I was already dead (physically not mentally, even though that could apply too). I thought about smoking again with everything that's been going on, my nerves were always on edge.

Even though Cerberus was kind of growing on me and I appreciate his existence, he was definitely making Frank happy and that was totally on the plus side, but I was kinda feeling left out, or as if all of a sudden Frank seemed less interested in me. We hadn't even had any sort of sexual interaction or engaged in any sort of sexual acts but an occasional goodmorning/goodnight kiss or a random peck every now and then since forever, or at least since Frank went all Dr. Dolittle mode.