sin ; frerard

VI

"Are you alright?"

Frank's head snapped up from staring his plate. "Me? What? Yeah. I'm fine."

"You've been awfully quiet. Unusual, for you." Gerard was giving Frank this concerned, almost hurt look that was making him squirm.

"Yeah. I'm fine, I swear." Frank pushed his plate away. "You're one damn good cook, if you didn't hear me the first time."

"It's nothing, really." The worried look was replaced by that shy, cute smile.

"Oh, bullshit." The shorter male scoffed. "Take a little credit for yourself, would you?"

"You've finally done your tie correctly," commented Gerard, changing the subject.

"Oh. Yeah."

"Took you long enough."

"Ha, ha." It wasn't Frank's fault Gerard had so many ties, and it wasn't his fault he looked so good in them.

But wait. Those clothes were from the guest room. If they weren't Gerard's...

"Hey, are these clothes your brother's?" asked Frank suspiciously. The last thing he wanted was to wear some dead dude's clothes. That was just straight up bad karma.

"Oh, no. They're from... previous guests."

Wow, that sounded creepy. Frank felt the sudden urge to claw his shirt off. "What, now?"

"Previous guests. They're always in such a hurry to leave..."

"Um, alright." Frank stood up. "I'm gonna head up. Tired."

"You just took a nap," said Gerard pointedly.

"Honey, I'm always tired."

"If you say so," said Gerard with a smile. Then, "We never did finish that wine."

"Oh, hell no. Not again." Frank grimaced. "I remember nothing after my first glass."

"So all that was just the alcohol talking?"

"What did I say?" Frank rubbed his temple. "Was it bad?"

"Does asking for a goodnight kiss count as bad?" Gerard smirked, walking over. God, that smirk made Frank go crazy.

"Oh God, I said that?" Frank groaned. "Leave me here to die."

"So you don't want a goodnight kiss?"

Frank blinked - once, twice. "Umm.."

Gerard brought a finger to Frank's chin and tilted his head up to look him in the eyes, that infuriating smirk on his face. Then he leaned down, and their lips touched.

Everyone Frank had ever kissed suddenly seemed like nothing compared to this. There wasn't anything necessarily unusual - cold, chapped lips, some of his hair brushing Frank's face - but it was special, somehow. Almost magical.

They broke apart. Every fibre of Frank's being cried out for more, more, more.

Gerard pushed Frank back against a blank spot of wall, one hand pinning his shoulder there, and kissed him more passionately.

Frank groaned against Gerard's lips, helpless against the wall.

Gerard smirked at him again before attacking his neck.

Frank gasped and cried out - not in pleasure, but in pain.

White-hot pain.

It felt like two very sharp objects were sinking into his skin. The air left his lungs, his vision blurring.

Gerard let go of him, and he collapsed.

As he looked up, he saw Gerard's smile. Not the sweet, shy one, nor the sexy smirk, but a wide, toothy smile, blood dripping from his mouth.

Gerard crouched down next to him. As he got closer, Frank noticed to of his teeth were incredibly pointy and sharp-looking, almost like.... fangs.

"Thank you, Frank." Gerard pecked him on the cheek. "I've quite enjoyed your stay."

And before Frank could respond, his eyelids fluttered, and everything went black.

fin.