*Fight Club spoilers if anyone hasn't watched the movie*

Gerard knocked on Frank's front door eagerly, practically bouncing back and forth from foot to foot as he waited for the younger man to answer, making sure to keep his senses alert despite his excitement. Gerard hadn't forgotten about the hunters that had almost taken his life, and although he was unsure if they were still in town or not, he was better off playing it safe, but luckily for him, he didn't sense anyone nearby besides the few people occupying the adjacent houses.

Just when Gerard had ascertained that he was in no danger of discovery for the time being, a soft creaking sound reached his ears, and when he turned around, there was Frank standing before him, but instead of looking surprised to see him, or even better, ecstatic, Frank seemed concerned, shooting Gerard a questioning glance before peering over Gerard's shoulder hastily as if he expected to spy someone else lurking behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Frank hissed softly, but Gerard could feel a bubble of happiness rippling along the bond they shared, informing him that Frank wasn't as put off by his random appearance as he seemed to be.

"I just wanted to see you," Gerard whispered, Frank's odd behavior inspiring his hushed tone. "I'm sorry, I know it is late...I can come back tomorrow if you want."

"No..." Frank paused suddenly when the familiar rumble of a car engine began to fill the otherwise silent air. "Get in - quickly."

"What's wrong?" Gerard asked warily as soon as Frank had the wooden door shut behind him, thrown off by the fact that Frank was practically thrumming with nervous energy, not to mention that it was taking all of the self-control Gerard possessed not to drag Frank's mouth onto his then and here.

"It's past curfew, that's what," Frank answered, his eyebrows furrowing as Gerard followed him into the living room slowly. "How did you even make it here without getting caught?" 

Honestly, Gerard was entirely clueless in regards to what Frank was speaking of, but whatever it was, it most likely was common knowledge to the human residents of this city, and if Gerard admitted to not knowing what Frank meant, it could cast some suspicion on him, and Gerard wasn't ready to explain what he was to Frank just yet, this was only their second official meeting after all.

"Is it?" Gerard questioned, pretending to peer over at the clock in mock confusion, "I must have lost track of the time...I can go if you want, I'll make sure to come by earlier tomorrow," Gerard sighed, not wanting to spend the next twenty-four hours without Frank, or even another minute, but Frank was obviously distressed, and Gerard would do anything to ensure his mate's happiness.

"No, I'm sorry, you just startled me is all, and I don't want you to leave, in fact, you should probably stay here until morning unless you want to risk the cops finding you on the streets after hours. I heard they are instantly arresting everyone now and considering them a murder suspect."

Gerard nodded slowly, his mind churning as he began to connect the hints Frank was giving him, coming to the conclusion that the oddly strict rules in this town were most likely related to the strange deaths that had brought the hunters here in the first place, in fact - he faintly recalled Sam and Dean complaining about a curfew now, but the main thing Gerard got out of this was that he now had the perfect excuse to spend the rest of the evening with Frank, which was a much better outcome than he had been expecting when he headed over here earlier.

"I'd like that," Gerard smiled softly, giving in to his body's wishes and gently pulling Frank into his arms, sighing softly when Frank immediately melted against him, his head burrowing into Gerard's t-shirt as he inhaled subtly. "I missed you," Gerard added on, basking in the way Frank's emotions spiked with joy as his words sunk in.

"So did I," Frank mumbled, his statement emerging muffled by the fabric covering his lips. "I wasn't sure if I was going to see you again."

"I promised you that I would be back soon," Gerard reassured him, although he knew that not showing his face for the past three days didn't leave a very good impression, but what else was he supposed to say in way of an explanation, because Frank wasn't ready for the truth - not yet that is.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just glad you are here now," Frank grinned up at Gerard, his eyes sparkling brightly as he tugged Gerard further into the room. "You are giving me your phone number though, I don't think I can make it that long without at least being able to call you up," Frank laughed airily, a hint of awkwardness coloring his tone as Gerard remained quiet, furiously wracking his brain for the second time that night, realizing that keeping up with Frank and his entirely different world without alerting him to Gerard's oddities was going to be harder than he had imagined.

"Well - I don't have one yet," Gerard settled on saying, his heart twisting when Frank's expression fell suddenly, as if he assumed that Gerard was lying to him so he wouldn't have to give out his personal information. "I mean, there's the house phone," Gerard rambled on, trying to make his story as believable as possible so Frank wouldn't wrongly assume that Gerard was being an ass over this, "but I can't remember the number just yet, a lot of things haven't sunk in since the move, but I'm planning on getting a cell as soon as possible. I'm not a fan of technology, but my brother has been pressing me to carry one in case of emergencies, and being able to talk with you would be an added bonus."

Even though Gerard was fabricating the tale involving Mikey wanting to be able to contact him, he quickly realized that it would be beneficial to him to be able to keep in touch with his brother without having to be in the same room as him, especially since he would be sneaking out of the coven as often as possible to spend time with Frank, so he made a mental note to find a store that sold cell phones before heading back to the church.

"Oh okay," Frank beamed instantly, the tense aura in the air bleeding away as he turned to his end table, emerging with a small pad of paper and a pen. "I'll give you my number so you can text me once you have one then - sound good?"

"Perfect actually," Gerard smiled back, figuratively wiping his brow after dodging the second bullet Frank had sent his way. Gerard had never owned a cell phone before, but if it set Frank at ease, he would go to much greater lengths than purchasing some odd device to do so, and he wasn't going to deny that being able to hear Frank's voice when he couldn't physically be near him would be very welcoming.

"So what do you want to do now that you are trapped here until morning?" Frank asked once Gerard had pocketed the slip with Frank's digits scrawled across it, making sure to push it deep inside his jeans so it wouldn't fall out by accident on his way home. "I was just watching some tv," Frank gestured to the screen which was currently flickering in the background, "but we can switch on a movie or something."

"That sounds wonderful," Gerard agreed, stepping closer so he could tug Frank back into his arms briefly, pressing a soft kiss to his upturned lips when Frank tilted his head forward in a silent invitation. Frank giggled quietly after Gerard pulled away, his cheeks staining red as he gazed up at the older man adoringly. "I really did miss you," Gerard repeated, wanting Frank to understand how hard their separation had been on him, regardless of the fact that it had only lasted for three days.

"Good," Frank chuckled, linking his fingers with Gerard's before tugging him downward onto the couch, instantly snuggling against Gerard's side once they were both settled on the cushions, "although I'm pretty sure I missed you more."

"Impossible," Gerard argued back, a teasing lilt coloring his tone as Frank pretended to look affronted in response.

"No - seriously," Frank protested, a sudden weight to his words causing Gerard to sit up slightly, giving Frank his full attention as he opened and closed his mouth a few times before continuing. "I - I was actually terrified that I was never going to see you again, and I know that was ridiculous of me, but...uh, I really like you Gerard," Frank finished abruptly, a blush tinting his skin again, but this time it was caused by embarrassment, which Gerard could sense through the emotions that he now shared with the younger man.

"Frank - listen to me," Gerard murmured, cupping Frank's cheek lightly so he was forced to look into his eyes, realizing that even though Frank hadn't yet mated with Gerard, he was experiencing a strong cocktail of feelings that were overwhelming his human mind, and Gerard wanted nothing more than to put Frank's fears to rest before he allowed them to eat away at him. "I am pretty crazy for you too, and I swear I'm not just messing around. It's only been a few days, but there is something here, and you already mean the world to me. I'm not going to disappear on you, even if I can't come see you as much as I would like to, and if you ever need me, I'll find a way to be by your side. So like it or not, you are stuck with me now."

Gerard hoped his vague explanation would be enough to placate Frank for the time being, because as much as he yearned to go into more detail regarding how strongly he was truly tied to Frank, that would be too much, too soon, so this would have to do for now.

"Yeah?" Frank croaked out, his voice emitting in a choked fashion that Gerard felt echoed inside of his own chest cavity, his heartbeat speeding up as Frank leaned over, brushing Gerard's lips slightly with his own before pulling away, patiently waiting for Gerard's response.

"Yes - honestly, you are the most amazing person I have ever met, and I can't wait to be able to get to know you better."

"Oh thank god," Frank exhaled heavily, a laugh pushing its way out of his throat as all of his muscles relaxed. "I thought I was the only one feeling this way for a bit. It's sort of odd, but I can't imagine living without you already."

"I know what you mean," Gerard responded, because he literally couldn't; he would die if Frank wasn't in his life, and knowing that Frank shared his sentiment, even if was not as literal as Gerard's situation was a balm to Gerard's numerous fears involving their unconventional relationship.

"Well now that we got that out of the way, which film do you want to watch?" Frank asked, a constant smile tugging at his lips as he stood up, showing Gerard his case full of DVD's, and of course, Gerard didn't recognize any of them.

"You pick sugar," Gerard chuckled when his bond with Frank literally pulsated once he used his pet name for Frank, observing the younger man from the corner of his eye as he thumbed through the numerous discs before finally making a selection, popping it into the black player under his television with a soft click.

"It's Fight Club, have you seen it?" Frank questioned as he returned to his previous position next to Gerard, his blush returning when Gerard instantly wrapped his arms around Frank as he fiddled with the remote.

"Nope, is it any good?"

"You really haven't - never mind, just shut up and pay attention," Frank commanded, rolling his eyes at Gerard's lack of movie knowledge, but it was an affectionate gesture, and it wasn't like Frank knew that Gerard had spent most of his life on the run, leaving very little time for him to keep up with the popular films.

Gerard actually did find himself becoming immersed in the storyline rather quickly, but it was hard to concentrate completely when he had Frank's warm body pressed up against him. Frank seemed just as involved in the screen as Gerard was, but he had threaded his fingers through Gerard's not long after the movie started, occasionally rubbing his thumb along Gerard's knuckles absentmindedly, and even that simple pressure had Gerard on edge.

Frank didn't appear to be as affected by their closeness as Gerard was, but that was understandable. He wasn't a vampire after all, and he also wasn't mated to Gerard either, which meant that to him, this was a perfectly normal act, but Gerard wanted more.

Frank smelled even better than Gerard had remembered, and the tempting thud of his pulse was quickly filling Gerard's ears, replacing the voices of the characters on the screen no matter how hard Gerard tried to focus on them, not that Gerard was actually hungry. He had only recently received a large amount of Frank's blood, but still, the urge to mouth at the pulse point ticking in his neck was becoming borderline overwhelming.

With a supreme effort of will, Gerard managed to make it through the entire film, even forgetting his baser desires for a moment when the plot reached its climax, gasping softly when he realized that the narrator and Tyler had actually been the same person all along, earning himself a knowing chuckle from Frank in return, and Gerard could tell that Frank had been waiting avidly for Gerard's reaction this entire time.

"So what did you think?" Frank asked as the ending credits rolled across the screen, turning slightly so that he was facing Gerard, placing his free hand on Gerard's thigh idly as he spoke.

"It was really good actually, I didn't see that coming," Gerard commented, biting his lip to hold back the groan forming in his throat as Frank unconsciously moved his palm higher up Gerard's leg.

"I know, it blew my mind the first time I watched it," Frank agreed, sounding slightly distracted for some reason, and before Gerard could inquire as to why, Frank was surging upward, attaching their lips roughly as Gerard inhaled harshly in surprise, his arms instinctually wrapping around Frank's back so he could pull the smaller man even closer to him. "I've been waiting to do this all night," Frank mumbled darkly before diving back down, his tongue slipping into Gerard's mouth when he opened up for him eagerly.

Gerard let Frank set the pace, which was something he would normally never allow, but Frank was different - he was his mate, and Gerard didn't want to lose control and force Frank into anything like he had done last time, so he convinced himself to lay back despite the fact that it went against every one of his rules involving humans, gasping softly when Frank crawled into his lap, never once breaking the connection of their lips in the process.

Frank quickly became bolder when he realized that Gerard wanted this just as badly as he did, his hands fumbling with Gerard's belt as his own hips began to buck forward in short bursts, but Gerard didn't want a repeat of the other night, so before this escalated any further, he captured Frank's wrists in a gentle grip, stopping his frantic motions as Frank stared at him in confusion, his eyes glassy and unfocused as Gerard pushed his torso upward slightly.

"What do you want sugar?" Gerard asked, because if he was going to do anything with Frank, he needed to hear the words, Frank would have to verbally consent, Gerard refused to take anything from him ever again if Frank didn't desire it.

"I - fuck, anything," Frank heaved out, his dilated pupils widening even further as Gerard gazed down at him hungrily. "Been wanting you to touch me since day one."

"Okay sugar, but this is going to be all about you," Gerard murmured, hoping that focusing on Frank's pleasure alone would somehow alleviate the guilt he experienced whenever he thought back to their first meeting, not to mention there was something that he had been dying to do to Frank that he hadn't gotten the chance to explore during their previous encounter.

Frank whimpered low in his throat when Gerard removed him of his shirt, making quick work of his pants not long after that. Gerard loved the way Frank immediately handed control over to Gerard without a single protest, proving that he did enjoy being the more submissive partner even without the venom of a vampire's bite flowing through his veins, which was just another thing for Gerard to add to his list of numerous reasons why he adored Frank.

"Please?" Frank begged openly once Gerard had him completely stripped down and he was lying with his back against the couch, throwing off his own shirt so he could feel Frank's bare skin against his own once more.

"Patience love," Gerard whispered, the term slipping from his lips without his consent, but Frank seemed too wound up to notice, so Gerard quickly slated their mouths back together, preventing himself from saying anything else idiotic in the process.

Frank arched against Gerard's body, a satisfied moan vibrating through him as Gerard kissed him deeply, his hands wandering over Frank's inked torso, stroking every inch of him that he could reach with the pads of his fingers, delighting in the way Frank shivered violently under his touch.

When Frank had to pull away for air, Gerard replaced his fingers with his mouth, trailing a series of wet kisses down Frank's chest lazily, spending extra time on his nipples when Frank keened loudly, the buds hardening under Gerard's skilled tongue as he sucked on them heavily.

Gerard quickly became impatient though, Frank's swollen cock which was pressing against his stomach incited him to move down lower, placing a wet kiss to the slit of his dick before taking just the head into his mouth, sucking liberally as Frank cried out above him, his thighs shaking around Gerard as he tried to stop himself from bucking into Gerard's mouth like Gerard knew he wanted to.

But as much as Gerard loved sucking Frank's cock, which was just another thing he typically did not do with humans, he didn't want to finish him this way - no, he had something else planned for Frank tonight, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy the sensation of Frank's length stretching his lips for a little while longer.

Gerard took a moment to savor the heavy flavor leaking from Frank's cock, swirling his tongue around it to gather up the precome accumulating there before moving lower, turning his attention to Frank's pale thighs that were practically begging to be marked up.

Frank writhed back and forth as Gerard sunk his teeth into the sensitive skin there, licking softly over the crescent shaped indents once he was done with them until Frank was a panting mess, his legs spreading apart instinctually when Gerard finished, his chest heaving up and down as he waited for Gerard to do something else.

Gerard smirked to himself when he caught sight of Frank's pink hole, the muscle being exposed to him when Frank bent his knees forward, a soft whimper leaving his mouth as Gerard stroked over his puckered entrance gently with his index finger.

"Fuck me - please?" Frank begged, and although Gerard did desire to feel Frank's tight walls constricting around his cock for a second time, he had something else in mind, so he ignored Frank completely, instead stretching out on his stomach as best as he could, pressing his face into Frank's crack before licking a broad stripe over Frank's hole.

"Holy fuck," Frank exclaimed, his legs snapping closed around Gerard's head before he forced them to relax again, his entire frame trembling as Gerard tried to get a better angle in which to actually shove his tongue inside, but it wasn't working out as well as he hoped.

"Can you turn over for me sugar?" Gerard asked, helping Frank flip his body after receiving a nod of affirmation from the younger man until he was situated on his hands and knees, his cock hanging heavy and swollen in between his thighs as Gerard groaned weakly, taking a few seconds to unbutton his own constricting pants, pulling his aching cock out so he could give it a few slow strokes in the hopes of pushing back the orgasm that was quickly building just by looking at Frank like this.

"You - you don't..." Frank tried to protest against Gerard's actions, but Gerard could feel from the connection of their bond that Frank wanted this more than he was letting on, although the thought caused him some embarrassment, leading Gerard to believe that no one had ever properly eaten Frank out before, and he sure as hell wanted to be the first.

"Hush now," Gerard growled, smirking to himself when Frank's jaw clicked shut, allowing him to return to lapping at Frank's hole eagerly before pulling away, watching in awe as the muscle tensed and relaxed in anticipation, his spit coating it with an obscene sheen. "You taste so good sugar."

"Please - put it inside me," Frank whimpered, his early hesitance forgotten as Gerard grazed his teeth against his entrance, applying suction that had Frank attempting to dig his hands into the couch cushions, his head falling forward as he moaned loudly once he managed to get the words out.

Gerard gave Frank what he was asking for, using one hand to keep him open while the other returned to his own length, stroking himself slowly as he forced his tongue past the resistance it was meeting, shoving it into Frank roughly, twisting and licking at his inner walls as Frank all but screamed in pleasure, his hips pushing back against Gerard's face as Gerard moaned as much as he could with his mouth otherwise occupied.

Gerard's cock was leaking all over his fist by this point as he continued to eat Frank out like there was nothing he would rather be doing, something about the intimate act exciting him to the point of ecstasy, and the fact that he was doing it to Frank, and that Frank was enjoying it was pushing him closer and closer to the edge, until Gerard was worried that he was going to lose it before Frank did.

But just when Gerard felt as if he couldn't contain the pressure in his lower belly any longer, Frank whined harshly, his pulse which Gerard could feel in his ass thudding heavily as Frank came, his muscles constricting around Gerard's tongue to an almost painful degree, a plethora of obscenities littered with Gerard's name filling the musky air as Frank shook erratically.

"Fuck Frank," Gerard gasped, removing his mouth from Frank's hole once he was empty, wiping his chin halfheartedly before pressing his leaking cock into the slit of Frank's crack, the wet friction providing exactly what Gerard needed to send himself over the edge, and with a satisfied moan, Gerard was coming, staining the guns tattooed upon Frank's back with streaks of white as he clutched onto Frank's hips, using the feeling of his fingers pressing into Frank's skin as something to ground himself with as his orgasm tore through every one of his nerve endings.

Finally, Gerard managed to regain control of himself, his body collapsing back onto the couch, the fabric irritating his sweat soaked back as he tugged Frank into his lap, smothering his neck in lazy kisses since he didn't exactly want to connect their lips again considering where his mouth had been, not that he minded Frank's taste - in fact, he loved it, but he doubted that Frank would feel the same way.

"That was - holy shit...I," Frank stammered out, his chest heaving as he relaxed against Gerard gratefully. "Wow," Frank finally settled on saying. "I don't know what came over me, I'm not usually so forward, but that was seriously the best orgasm of my entire life." Frank flushed heavily after his admission, obviously unsure of himself now that the moment had passed, but Gerard refused to let the awkwardness filling the air to fester, wanting Frank to understand that he had done nothing wrong, and if he hadn't made the first move, Gerard sure as hell would have.

"That was perfect...you are perfect," Gerard murmured in reply, tugging Frank even closer to him as their bond pulsated with their shared pleasure, leaving Gerard feeling happier than he had in years, and it was all because of Frank.

Gerard felt like the luckiest person in the world when he realized that he was the only one who would ever get to see Frank like this again, although Frank wasn't exactly aware of that fact yet, but someday soon, Gerard would explain everything to him, and right now, Gerard couldn't imagine a scenario in which Frank would take the information in anything less than a positive manner.

Hey look at that, the fic that never gets updated actually has a new chapter.

I have no excuse for why I have been ignoring this story, I am just dealing with a major case of writer's block concerning it, which doesn't even make sense because I have the entire thing plotted out, but whatever, I have a weird mind.

But I managed to knock this out, and if you guys ever get tired of waiting around for me to get off my ass and write for this book, I do have a new Ryden called That Golden Rule and a Matty/George fic titled Only You if either of those ships sound appealing to you that you could possibly check out.

So yeah, I hoped you enjoyed my ever growing obsession with rimming and the fact that I'm terrible at properly initiating smut scenes. If I don't get one '0-100 real quick' comment I will be surprised lol.

P.S. I just remembered how much I love Mayday Parade and listening to their record inspired me to actually sit down and write this out before I go back to work in the morning, and the bottle of wine I drank didn't hurt either.

Chapter dedicated to emoindisguise

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