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turpsTurlough offered icons yesterday, and we got talking how Frank looked like a vampire.
Which is when this comment happened.
Yes! Then when he's done that, and Gerard's lying on the bed, drained of blood and on the verge of being turned, Frank could go to Mikey and kiss him deeply, and Mikey would lick his brother's blood off Frank's lips and teeth.
Everything is made better with the addition of Mikey ;)
And Turlough said. You really should write that ;-)
So I did. Though it's very little like the above /o\
It's 3:47 when Frank lowers Gerard to the bed. He's pliant in Frank's arms, spine curved and head back, dark lashes against pale skin, mouth open in memory of one last panicked gasp.
Carefully, Frank settles him down, straightens Gerard's arms, smooths his shirt and finger-combs his hair so it's lying straight, concealing the marks that puncture his neck. Giving dignity in these first moments of death.
That done, Frank sits. He waits, holding vigil.
It's 4:02 when he hears the rattle of the front door.
Frank breathes in deep and runs his fingers along the line of Gerard's jaw. Gathering courage, excuses, explanations.
He stands and crosses the room in the blink of an eye, meeting Mikey in the hall. Frank watches as he pulls off his damp coat and hangs it on the hook, his smaller jacket, his hoodie, peeling off his layers. Mikey's pulled in tight, his face pinched and his eyes shadowed. His t-shirt is stained at the hem and his jeans soaked half-way to his knees.
Frank reaches out, cups his hands over Mikey's face and his skin is chilled, the evidence of snow and icy winds. Frank shivers as he stretches up, his bare toes curled against the floor.
The kiss is brief -- alcohol, cold, fresh blood, regret -- Mikey's tongue licking over sharpened teeth and the sticky coating of blood. He pulls back then, his eyes wide, his mouth open as he licks at his lips, demands.
"What have you done?"
Mikey stills and tilts his head, listening.
He runs then, there one moment, gone the next. Frank follows, and by the time he gets to the bedroom Mikey's sitting on the bed, Gerard held on his lap. Gerard's head lolls against Mikey's shoulder, his legs between Mikey's, fitting in the way they never should but always do. And so obviously dead that the grief is momentarily crushing, taking away Frank's breath.
"I should hate you."
Mikey's eyes are wet, his hand is pressed against Gerard's chest.
Frank says nothing. The words pushed back until they're thick in his throat. That Gerard begged for this, begged until Frank couldn't say no.
"I should, but I don't." Mikey runs his fingertips over Gerard's neck and brings them away with the faintest trace of blood. He looks at Frank, keeps looking as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Draws then out, and says, quietly, "I couldn't have left him behind."
Frank nods, because he knew that. The same way he knew if Gerard hadn't been turned, eventually Frank would have lost them both. Which is why it has to be this way, and why Frank continues to mourn as he curls up by Mikey's side, waiting for Gerard to be reborn.
Which is when this comment happened.
Yes! Then when he's done that, and Gerard's lying on the bed, drained of blood and on the verge of being turned, Frank could go to Mikey and kiss him deeply, and Mikey would lick his brother's blood off Frank's lips and teeth.
Everything is made better with the addition of Mikey ;)
And Turlough said. You really should write that ;-)
So I did. Though it's very little like the above /o\
It's 3:47 when Frank lowers Gerard to the bed. He's pliant in Frank's arms, spine curved and head back, dark lashes against pale skin, mouth open in memory of one last panicked gasp.
Carefully, Frank settles him down, straightens Gerard's arms, smooths his shirt and finger-combs his hair so it's lying straight, concealing the marks that puncture his neck. Giving dignity in these first moments of death.
That done, Frank sits. He waits, holding vigil.
It's 4:02 when he hears the rattle of the front door.
Frank breathes in deep and runs his fingers along the line of Gerard's jaw. Gathering courage, excuses, explanations.
He stands and crosses the room in the blink of an eye, meeting Mikey in the hall. Frank watches as he pulls off his damp coat and hangs it on the hook, his smaller jacket, his hoodie, peeling off his layers. Mikey's pulled in tight, his face pinched and his eyes shadowed. His t-shirt is stained at the hem and his jeans soaked half-way to his knees.
Frank reaches out, cups his hands over Mikey's face and his skin is chilled, the evidence of snow and icy winds. Frank shivers as he stretches up, his bare toes curled against the floor.
The kiss is brief -- alcohol, cold, fresh blood, regret -- Mikey's tongue licking over sharpened teeth and the sticky coating of blood. He pulls back then, his eyes wide, his mouth open as he licks at his lips, demands.
"What have you done?"
Mikey stills and tilts his head, listening.
He runs then, there one moment, gone the next. Frank follows, and by the time he gets to the bedroom Mikey's sitting on the bed, Gerard held on his lap. Gerard's head lolls against Mikey's shoulder, his legs between Mikey's, fitting in the way they never should but always do. And so obviously dead that the grief is momentarily crushing, taking away Frank's breath.
"I should hate you."
Mikey's eyes are wet, his hand is pressed against Gerard's chest.
Frank says nothing. The words pushed back until they're thick in his throat. That Gerard begged for this, begged until Frank couldn't say no.
"I should, but I don't." Mikey runs his fingertips over Gerard's neck and brings them away with the faintest trace of blood. He looks at Frank, keeps looking as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Draws then out, and says, quietly, "I couldn't have left him behind."
Frank nods, because he knew that. The same way he knew if Gerard hadn't been turned, eventually Frank would have lost them both. Which is why it has to be this way, and why Frank continues to mourn as he curls up by Mikey's side, waiting for Gerard to be reborn.
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Date: 2008-09-04 05:36 pm (UTC)Even more like an anime character once he gets the pointy lil teeth. :E
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Date: 2008-09-04 06:41 pm (UTC)Hee! I love that. :E
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Date: 2008-09-04 06:34 pm (UTC)possibly one of the few vampire things i'll read. hah.
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Date: 2008-09-04 06:40 pm (UTC)I've never known a fandom that loves vampire fic so much. FOB have a lot to answer for.
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Date: 2008-09-04 06:51 pm (UTC)well between the sixteen candles video and Vampires Will Never Hurt Us.
it's kind of a fandom based in vamp fodder. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-04 08:19 pm (UTC)also, coffee!vampires are way more crackfic-y. and in my scope of practice. haha.
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Date: 2008-09-08 07:04 pm (UTC)Thank you, honey.
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Date: 2011-09-23 11:07 am (UTC)Gorgeous, as usual. Sad and hurty, but in that good way. <3
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Date: 2011-10-02 02:23 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you liked.