Our Dearly Departed

If You Wanted Honesty

Part 9 If You Wanted Honesty

AN: This chapter is very much Frerard. That being said, it's vampire Frerard. Bloody sex. If blood makes you queasy or if sexual encounters involving blood bother you, don't read this. I'm not talking about biting like there was in the previous parts, this is....a little different. So if you're unsure about this, please skip over this chapter and just assume that Frank and Gee finally have sex. For the rest of you messed up people like me, happy reading.

Also, I have never written ANY same-sex stuff. Ever. So I'm so sorry if it's inaccurate or just plain stupid, I'm trying my best as a hetero female!—J

TWO WEEKS LATER

Frank

I was really getting the hang of this vampire thing. It was scary how easy it was to just snap a neck and bite. I mostly chose criminals, that way I didn't feel bad later. Sometimes we went out in a group, the three of us, other times in pairs, or alone. Eating alone gave whoever was left behind at home some quality time together. Although Gerard and his girlfriend never made me feel like I was intruding on them, I still wanted to make sure they had time alone. She did the same for me and him. The odd thing was, lately, Gerard had been leaving her and I alone, too. It started that first night when he went to get me blood. He didn't say anything, but I figured he saw us sleeping together in my coffin when he got home. When we woke up, he was in the kitchen drawing in his sketchpad, so I can't be sure. We didn't do anything more than kiss each other that night.

Gerard and I, however...that was another story. We had gotten very close to actually having sex a few times. I always backed out and we ended up blowing each other. I realized that it's because I never actually got that far with a guy and I sensed that Gerard had. Something about it was even scarier than my first time with a girl when I was a teenager. I wanted it, though. I wanted it bad. I was going to have to tell Gerard the truth in hopes that he would help me through it, despite the embarrassment. I also knew that if I told her what I was thinking and feeling, she would give me the same advice. I could hear her voice in my head.

Gerard cares about you, he'll understand. Just be honest.

Yep. I would have to do it. No more waiting.

Gerard

I was working on some drawings when Frank came home. It had been a quiet kind of day. He stood next to me, putting his hand on my back.

"Where's our girl?" he asked.

He said 'our'; that made me happy.

"Job hunting. She said she wants to get back into publishing for a bit. She's gonna find food after that, so she'll be gone for a while. Why?"

"I uh... I wanna talk about something."

"Sure. What is it?"

Frank took the pencil out of my hand and pulled me up out of my chair to face him. He kissed me softly, gently tugging on my hair as he kissed my neck and bit my ear lightly. It felt so good, but what was I supposed to be understanding from this?

"Frank, this isn't talking, I think you're confused."

"I...I think I'm ready."

I stepped back and looked at him.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I want you. I wanna do this."

"Me, too."

I moved in to kiss him, but he put his hands on my chest.

"Hang on, I have to tell you something first."