Vampire Bride (Frerard)
RING RING, MOTHERFUCKA! RING RIN-
Gerard groaned as he turned off his alarm. Today was going to be the worst day of his life. It was Halloween, and even though that was his favorite holiday, he was dreading the rest of the day.
You see, Gerard was a very gay seventeen year old emo, and it's his crush's birthday. Frank Iero was loved by all the girls at Belleville High School. He was envied by all the guys, despite being a few inches shorter than most of them. And he was the reason why Gerard didn't want to get out of bed.
Like any other popular kid, Frank was throwing a party since his parents were away. And it just so happened that Mikey, Gerard's younger brother, had gotten invited. Mikey knew exactly how Gerard felt about Frank, and there was no way he was letting him stay home. Not that night, anyway.
Gerard got up and dressed himself, pulling on some rather tight black jeans, a pair of worn out Converse, a plain black t-shirt, and his favorite red leather jacket. What? It matched his hair AND made his hazel eyes even more noticeable.
After school, Gerard was silently freaking out in his room. For once, he hadn't wanted the school day to end. Anything was better than facing Frank.
He was practically having a panic attack, so he decided to draw. He picked up his black leather sketchbook and started drawing aimlessly, not paying any attention to what he was doing at all.
By the time he calmed down, it was already 8:54, and he'd drawn at least seven pictures. He glanced down at his drawings, only to have his mouth open in horror at what he'd sketched.
Three of the drawings were of Frank. Gerard had memorized every detail of his face, and even in the state he was in, he'd been able to draw him flawlessly. But that wasn't what shocked him. The other four pictures were of Frank and himself, doing all sorts of things he wished with all of his fragile heart would happen. Them kissing, Frank carrying him, Frank cuddling him, and a drawing in which Frank was... doing things... to Gerard, but for certain reasons such as protecting your mind (and Tumblr’s content policy), will not be thoroughly described.
He couldn't like Frank. He'd just get his heart broken, and he didn't think he could deal with the pain. After all, Frank was straight, wasn't he? And even if he wasn't, there was no way he'd want to be with someone like Gerard. He didn't have a chance.
Gerard's eyes burned as tears threatened to fall. He was broke down for the second time that afternoon, just as Mikey opened the door.
"Hey, Gee, we should be going soo- holy shit, you okay?" Mikey asked, clearly worried. Gerard hardly ever cried. Well, as far as he knew, anyway.
The older of he two simply nodded his head, shaking as he did so. I'm not okay, I promise, he thought. But he couldn't fool Mikey.
Mikey sat down next to his brother and began running a hand through his red hair. This had always calmed Gerard down, regardless of the situation.
And then he had an idea.
"M-Mikes... are you sure I should be wearing this costume? I don't think coming to a high school party looking like this will in any way help my social life," Gerard told Mikey, gesturing at the black and red dress he was wearing. In his opinion, the dress made him look like a messed up, flat-chested vampire bride. Okay, he was dressed as a vampire bride. He even had the fangs and fake blood.
Either way, it wasn't a good idea for any boy, regardless of how popular he was, to be wearing a dress to a high school party. No matter how amazing his ass looked in it.
Mikey wore his usual pokerface. There was no way he was letting Gerard find out about the little plan he'd come up with before the party. He simply nodded and dragged him into Frank's house, not caring about his older brother's protests.
Mikey knocked on the door twice, and it was opened by a very drunk Brendon Urie. Of course Brendon was there. He was famous at Belleville High for never missing a single party.
"Haaaaaaai, guyss! Comeee innnnn," he slurred, his voice almost completely drowned out by the loud music playing inside. He stepped out of the doorway to let the two brothers in.
As soon as he stepped inside, Gerard could see people dancing, making out, drinking, and out cold on the floor. If he had been dreading the party then, he was definately freaking out now, especially since he was wearing heeled combat boots, a dress, and makeup in front of most of his classmates, who would likely record a few videos and know it was him once they were sober.
Even so, he followed Mikey inside, getting a lot of stares as he did. Not that he noticed, anyway, that most of the stares were directed at his ass. He was too worried about people staring at all to notice that detail. Social anxiety can be a real bitch sometimes.
Five minutes in, Gerard lost Mikey midst the chaos happening at Frank's house. He was about to have another panic attack, when he felt a hand gently gripping his bare shoulder.
"Oh, thank shit, Mikey! I thought I lost y- Wait. Y-you're not M-Mikey..." Gerard stuttered as he turned around to face the person.
Behind him stood Frank, dressed in a vampire costume as well. However, unlike Gerard, he was wearing pants instead of a dress.
Gerard was frozen in place while Frank kept his hand on his shoulder. Out of all the times for Mikey to disappear, why did it have to be then?
"Hey... um, you seem a bit scared. Are you looking for someone?" Frank asked, looking him in the eyes. Gerard merely nodded his head, still shocked by the physical contact.
As soon as he nodded, Frank slumped his shoulders a bit before asking, "Who are you looking for, Gerard? Is it your brother, or somebody else?"
And at this point, Gerard nearly fainted. How did Frank know his name? They'd never talked, except for that time when Frank complemented Gerard on his singing in music class, which Gerard replied to by blushing and telling Frank what an amazing guitar player he was. But besides that time, they'd never spoken a single word to each other.
"Oh, I-I'm with Mikey... Do you know where he is?" Gerard asked, trying desperately to hide his blush.
The other boy didn't reply. He just grabbed his wrist and led him into the backyard. Frank 's hand felt warm againt Gerard's. It filled him with a nice, comforting feeling.
After making their way through the crowd of teenagers, they finally made it to where Gerard's younger brother was standing, beer in his hand.
Frank pulled Gerard out of the ocean of bodies, which almost resulted in the redhead falling on top of him. Instead, he was held up by Frank, who had snaked his arms around his waist. They stayed like that for a moment, too stunned and flustered to say or do anything, until Gerard pulled away.
"T-thanks. You know, for helping me find Mikey. And, um, how do you kn-know my name?" He tucked a strand of blood red hair behind his ear.
Frank quickly thought of an excuse. "Oh, right. We have music, art, and chemistry together. And you're an amazing singer," he rambled.
Gerard flushed scarlet. Had Frank just said he liked his singing? No. He couldn't have. Frank would never do that. He was probably just hallucinating or something.
Mikey finished chugging the beer before yelling, "Just kiss already! The sexual tension is painful!" His words were slightly distorted due to the music and his intake of alcohol. He was clearly starting to get a little drunk, however, he looked as serious as ever when he said this. By then, Gerard could probably rival a strawberry, and Frank's face looked like he'd fallen face-first into a puddle of blood.
Ever so gently, Frank pulled Gerard's wrist toward him. Gerard could hardly believe what was happening when Frank carefully laced their fingers together. That's why he wasn't surprised when Frank removed his hand. After all, how could Frank Iero like him?
He was about to move away from him when he felt a pair of arms circling his waist. Frank only pulled him closer, making sure he had a firm grip on Gerard's hips.
"You know, you're pretty cute. And your ass is fucking amazing. So, Gee, if I'm a vampire, will you be my vampire bride?"
Frank took Gerard's red face as an answer and admired the beautiful creature before him before softly pressing his lips against Gerard's.
Gerard let out a surprised squeal, eventually melting into Frank's touch. He closed his eyes, tangling his fingers in the other boy's hair. The kiss was sweet, but passionate. It was soft and gentle while burning with an unextinguishable flame. A few minutes later, the pair pulled away, gasping for air.
Smiling, Mikey put his phone back in his pocket. Wait, what? When did he get his phone out? Was he recording? Oh, c'mon! I'm the narrator here! I should know these things! Anyway, fuck it. Apparently I am not all-knowing just because I'm the narrator.
Mikey somehow looked at the narrator. "That, or I'm kinda drunk and you're just hallucinating from lack of sleep." Hmm. Maybe that's true... Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, I'll finish telling you now.
The two boys stared at each other, their faces redder than ever. Frank smiled a bit before leaning in once more. This time, the kiss was a bit more wild and uncontrolled. Frank's hands hovered on Gerard's lower back before hesitantly being placed on his ass. Gerard let out a soft moan and tugged on Frank's hair, while the other boy slipped his tongue into his mouth. Neither of them wanted the moment to end. But thanks to logic and biology - please note that I said that with sarcasm - they eventually ended the kiss.
"You know, you never told me wether you'd be my vampire bride or not. We can have a mini-vampire wedding right here. It seems we're both dressed appropriately," Frank told Gerard, a smirk on his face. He could stare at the guy before him for the rest of his life without being tired.
His only answer was another kiss.
