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she/her | +18 | brasil

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masterlist

frank iero & gerard way:

fit together

just one yesterday | part one

just one yesterday | part two

rumored nights | part one

rumored nights | part two

frank iero:

fever dream

from eden

hot mess

i'm yours tonight

run, don't walk | part one

run, don't walk | part two

gerard way:

about a girl

beware! cougar!

checkmarks

cherry wine

chew me up and spit me out

it's warmer in the basement

nice guys finish last

sweet and low

the taste of ink

[xexir]

i am looking respectfully

[xexir]

he loves sports and he loves clothes!!

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about a girl

title: about a girl - the academy is...

pairing: basement gerard way x reader

word count: 10.843

“How about coming over to my place to finish what we started?”

Gerard was leaning against the cold hallway wall, the girl in front of him, whose name he honestly couldn't remember, smiled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. His only thought was getting out of there, he wanted the quiet comfort of his own room and the necessary numbness to clear the smoke in his mind. But the moment the words left his lips, the air around him seemed to shift, and Mikey appeared at his side as if he’d just witnessed a car crash in slow motion, pale and wide-eyed behind his glasses.

"Um... Gerard?"

Gerard scoffed, impatient, he closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before turning to his younger brother.

"What the fuck is it now, Mikey? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Mikey glanced at the girl, he clearly didn’t know how to say it in front of a stranger, but he swallowed hard and blurted out:

"It's (Y/N)… I think if you don't get to the kitchen right now, she’s going to do something stupid."

The name hit him like a snap, Gerard’s numbness vanished instantly, replaced by a pure shot of adrenaline. Without looking back and leaving the girl talking to the wall, he lunged forward, navigating the chaotic flow of the house toward the kitchen.

A crowd of people was gathered around the center island, shouting words of encouragement and clapping to the rhythm of an improvised countdown and in the center of it all was you. Gerard felt his stomach drop, you were holding an almost empty bottle of vodka, chugging the liquor straight from the neck while the crowd went wild.

A wave of anger mixed with fierce protectiveness washed over him, Gerard shoved his way through the sea of bodies, pushing everyone aside with unnatural strength, ignoring the protests and the shoulders colliding against his.

The second you pulled the bottle away from your mouth and your eyes met, you smiled. It was that innocent, completely sloppy smile of someone who had no idea of the danger or the embarrassment they were causing and seeing that expression entirely disarmed Gerard, his anger evaporated, replaced by a crushing weight in his chest.

Looking at you in that state felt like a violent jolt back in time and, in the blink of an eye, the noisy kitchen vanished, and he was thrown back to when he was seven years old. He saw himself hidden in the most isolated corner of the elementary school playground, curled up against the brick wall, trying to lose himself in the pages of a Batman comic book. He was the weirdo, the kid who didn't fit in, until a shadow fell over his comic: it was you. You stared at him for a few seconds, completely without judgment, just genuine curiosity, and said: "You're really weird... want to be my friend?"

Just like that, those simple, direct words were enough to forge a silent pact. From then on, the gears of your lives became intertwined in a way no one could ever separate.

You introduced him to feelings and concepts he had never even considered in his bubble of introspection. In return, he opened the doors to his own universe, spending entire afternoons on his bedroom floor teaching you everything he knew about Star Wars and sharing tapes that would shape who you both became.

The memory jumped to age thirteen, just another late afternoon, the sky outside painted orange through his bedroom window. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, sobbing, tears blurring your eyes over some silly school rejection, a crush who hadn't given you the time of day. Gerard couldn't stand seeing you cry and, in a mix of teenage desperation and an impulse he barely understood, he leaned in, cupped your face, and stole a quick, gentle kiss. The room fell into absolute silence, it was your first kiss, confused, awkward, and heavy, with meanings that neither of you dared to put into words in the years that followed.

"Gee! Gee, where were you? I want a hug!"

The slurred voice shattered the memories, dragging him back to the noisy reality of the kitchen. You took a stumbling step toward him, letting go of the bottle on the counter and throwing yourself against his chest.

You were completely wasted, your balance had left you long ago, and your entire body weight rested heavily on Gerard’s arms, which had wrapped around your waist out of pure instinct. You started laughing, planting sloppy, wet kisses all over his cheeks and up his jawline. Then, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in and whispering in a muffled voice against his skin:

"I love the way you smell..."

Gerard froze, feeling your warm breath right there, his heart hammering against his ribs. He looked around, noticing that people were starting to lose interest and drift away since the show was over.

"Alright, young lady," he said, trying to use a firm tone to mask his nervousness as he gripped your shoulders to push you back a little. "The party's over for you, we're leaving."

But the mention of leaving seemed to flip a switch of stubbornness and with surprising strength for someone who could barely stand up, you pushed against his chest, breaking free from his grip.

"No! I'm not leaving! The party's great, Gee!" you protested, stumbling backward and nearly colliding with a chair.

Before you could fall, Mikey’s tall, lanky figure appeared beside you. He was holding a plastic cup filled to the brim with water, holding it out to you with a worried look.

"Drink some water, (Y/N), it'll help," Mikey pleaded, his calm voice in stark contrast to the messiness of the surroundings.

You looked at the cup as if he were offering you poison, you made a face of deep disgust and slapped Mikey’s hand away, turning your head. "I don't want water, I want to dance! Where's the music?"

Gerard ran a hand through his hair in frustration, feeling the exhaustion of the night settle into his shoulders. He looked at his brother, knowing the situation would only escalate if they stayed.

"Mikey, do me a favor," Gerard asked, his voice low and direct. "Tell the girl I was with in the hallway that I'm leaving, make up any excuse. Tell her I had an emergency."

Mikey blinked, looking at his brother with a look of obvious disbelief.

"You could at least tell me her name, right, Gerard?"

Gerard let out a heavy sigh, already grabbing your wrist firmly but gently, stopping you from trying to grab another drink from the counter.

"Mikey, please don't ask me difficult questions."

Without waiting for his brother's reply, Gerard wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your stumbling body tight against his to ensure you wouldn't crash onto the floor littered with disposable cups. You tried to protest, mumbling incoherent words about how he was a party pooper, but your physical resistance had already been drained by the alcohol.

Gerard began to guide you toward the exit, practically dragging you through the noisy hallways. He ignored the curious glances from a few acquaintances and the shoving in the living room. His only focus was on the cool night breeze waiting for them outside and the safety of his car parked at the curb.

The drive back to his place was a blur of city lights passing through the car window and incoherent mumbling from you. Gerard drove in silence, one hand firm on the wheel and the other occasionally reaching across to the passenger seat to make sure you didn’t slump over during the turns.

When he finally pulled into the driveway, the task of getting you inside wasn’t any easier. He guided you down the stairs of his bedroom, practically carrying your weight, while you let out a silly little chuckle at some joke that only made sense in your alcohol-fogged mind.

"Alright, we're here," he murmured, his voice tired but patient, as he stepped through the door of the basement's private bathroom. "You need to wake up a bit, this hangover is going to destroy you tomorrow."

Gerard set you on your feet inside the shower stall, holding your shoulders for a second to make sure you wouldn't collapse onto the tiled floor. Without a second thought and giving you no time to protest, he reached out and turned the knob.

The water cascaded down and the thermal shock was immediate, the cold water hit the top of your head and soaked your clothes in the blink of an eye, plastering the fabric to your skin. You gasped sharply, your eyes widening as the numbness of the alcohol seemed to shudder from the surprise. You looked at him, startled by the cold, but the shock quickly turned into a mischievous laugh.

Gerard remained standing at the edge of the stall, half his body outside, wearing the serious expression of someone who thought they had the situation under control, just watching the water take effect on you. He expected you to complain, cry, or try to get out, instead, you took a step forward, your bare feet slipping slightly on the wet floor. Before he could anticipate your move, you lunged and gripped the collar of his shirt firmly.

"If I'm going through this, you are too, Gee," you plotted, your voice still a bit slurred but full of mischief.

With a sudden and surprisingly strong yank, you pulled him into the stall with you. Gerard let out a muffled curse as the stream of water hit him square in the back, within seconds, his hair plastered to his forehead and his shirt was completely soaked, clinging to his arms. He tried to take a step back, but the space was small and you kept holding onto his clothes, laughing at the look of pure outrage on his face.

"Have you completely lost your mind?!" he complained, though the irritation in his voice was purely theatrical. He wiped a hand across his face to clear the water from his eyes, staring down at you.

The water kept falling over both of you, washing away the lingering smell of cigarettes and cheap beer from the party, creating a bubble that isolated the basement from the rest of the world. Gerard was still huffing and brushing away the hair plastered to his forehead, when he noticed you had gone quiet.

You took a step forward, closing the tiny distance left between you. Your fingers shifted, letting go of his shirt collar to slide slowly up to the nape of his neck, your cold fingers brushing against the warm skin of his throat. Gerard froze, his eyes, previously narrowed in mock irritation, widened slightly, focusing entirely on you.

Before he could formulate a single question, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.It was a quick kiss, but firm enough to make time stand still inside that stall, in the exact same way it had in his bedroom, all those years ago.

When you pulled back just a few inches, keeping your faces close and your hands still at the back of his neck, Gerard seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. His expression was a mix of shock and something much deeper, something he had been trying to hide. You looked straight into his eyes, the vulnerability of the alcohol mixing with a bravery you never possessed when sober.

"I’ve always wanted to do that..." you whispered, your voice competing with the sound of the water hitting the floor. You gave a small smile, half-melancholy, half-relieved. "Since I was thirteen, since that day when my heart was broken for the first time."

Gerard remained motionless, water dripping down his jawline, as the confession hung between you, completely changing the weight of everything you had ever lived through until that moment. his chest rising and falling slowly, his eyes locked onto yours, trying to decipher if what he was hearing was real or just the alcohol talking.

But you weren't finished, the alcohol seemed to have torn down the very last barrier of protection you had maintained for years, exposing a raw, deeply guarded truth.

"Sometimes..." your voice wavered for a second, your fingers gently tightening around the wet strands at the nape of his neck, the warmth in your face no longer coming from the cold water. "Sometimes, when I'm alone in my room... I say your name when I touch myself, Gee."

Gerard let out a sharp gasp, his pupils dilating instantly, the revelation hit his stomach like a physical blow. You swallowed hard, feeling tears finally mix with the droplets running down your cheeks, but you kept your gaze steady on his.

"And I'm still a virgin," you confessed, your voice coming out as a near-painful whisper, shattering whatever restraint Gerard was trying to maintain. "I never let anyone else get close, I always... I always waited for it to be you."

The words floated in the cramped space and the image he had of you, the innocent girl from the school playground, the untouchable best friend, collided head-on with the reality of the woman standing right in front of him, confessing a latent desire and a loyalty he had never dared to admit he shared. His hands, which had been resting static at his sides, moved up slowly, gripping your waist with an urgency you had never seen in him before.

"But I knew it was never going to happen," you continued, your voice cracking as the water streamed down your face, mixing with the real tears that were finally escaping. "Because you were never going to see me the same way… Never."

Gerard’s hands were still on your waist, but he seemed paralyzed by the weight of your words.

You let out a weak, bitter laugh, shaking your head slowly. "You’re always with a different girl every single week. I hate liking you so much, Gerard, and I hate myself even more for not being able to stay away from you."

That last sentence echoed off the tiled walls of the basement bathroom, sharp and painful. Gerard opened his mouth to reply, his chest rising and falling in a way he had never felt before; he wanted to fight back, he wanted to explain his reasons, to deny that insecurity that had clearly been eating away at you for years.

But before the first word could leave his lips, he felt your body go completely limp, your head slumped forward, resting against his soaked chest, and your breathing became heavy and steady. You had dozed off right there, exhausted from crying and from the overwhelming effect of the alcohol.

"Hey... wake up," Gerard called out, his voice raspy as he gently shook your shoulders. "Come on, you can't sleep here."

After a lot of effort and much insistence on his part, you opened your eyes, still completely dizzy and blinking against the bright light of the bathroom. Gerard helped you out of the shower and handed you a towel, he stepped out for a few minutes to change in the bedroom and came back with a black shirt of his, which was huge on you.

You put the t-shirt on with difficulty, your movements slow and clumsy, the moment you slipped your arms through the sleeves, you pulled the collar up to your nose, inhaling deeply.

"It smells like you," you mumbled, your voice slurred and a sleepy smile on your face, your eyes closing almost on their own.

Without waiting for an answer, you stumbled over to his bed in the corner of the room and threw yourself onto the mattress, pulling the comforter up to your chin. But before sleep claimed you completely, you looked to the side and saw Gerard standing there, watching you with his arms crossed, still digesting everything.

"Come here, please…" you grumbled, patting the empty space next to you. "Sleep with me, Gee."

He tried to protest, saying it was better to give you space, but you started to argue, insisting with genuine stubbornness until he finally gave in. Gerard let out a long sigh, walked around the bed, and lay down beside you.

Instantly, you turned and snuggled against his body, wrapping your arm around his waist and burying your face in his neck. Gerard pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, just like you used to do when you were younger.

You fell asleep within minutes, your calm breaths puffing against his skin, but Gerard, however, remained wide awake in the dim light of the basement, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't blink an eye, with every single word that had come out of your mouth in the shower repeating on a loop in his head, changing everything he thought he knew about the two of you.

The brief naps Gerard managed to catch throughout the night weren't enough to silence the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. The early morning light began to seep through the cracks of the window, he didn't move, he remained in the exact same position, his numb arm serving as a pillow for your head, just watching you sleep.

Gerard brushed away a wet strand of hair that insisted on sticking to your cheek. He lightly ran his fingertips over your skin, feeling the warmth of your body against his, replaying every sentence, every painful and desperate confession you had poured out under the shower water. She says my name, she has always waited for me.

You let out a soft sigh, your eyelids fluttering before opening slowly, your eyes focused on the ceiling for a few seconds, confused, until you turned onto your side and met his gaze fixed on you.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Gerard said, his voice raspy and in a tender tone he rarely used with anyone else in the world. A restrained smile tugged at his lips, though his eyes carried the weight of an entire night spent awake.

You let out an unintelligible groan, squeezing your eyes shut as the dim light of the room seemed to hit your pupils like needles. Instead of pulling away, you lunged forward, closing the distance between you two, and wrapped your arms around his waist, hiding your face in the crook of Gerard’s neck. You breathed in his cologne, mixed with the scent of soap, seeking the familiar warmth that always brought you safety.

Gerard let out a low laugh, feeling the tingling on his neck where your breath hit.

"Oh, no, none of that," he scolded playfully, even as he stroked your back with one hand. "You can come out of your hiding spot, you drank for three people last night and the bill is coming due now."

You groaned again, tightening your hug. "My head is going to explode, Gee. Shut up."

"I warned you," he said, planting a quick kiss on the top of your head before gently pulling away, making you whine in protest at the loss of warmth. "Stay right there, I’m going to grab some painkillers and a glass of water before you actually start dying."

Gerard got out of bed, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, you pulled the comforter over your eyes, trying to block out the light, but as soon as you moved, you felt the soft, oversized fabric brushing against your legs. You pulled the blanket down and looked at your own body, you were wearing his black band t-shirt, the one that reached down to the middle of your thighs.

When Gerard returned to the room holding a glass of water and two pills, he found you sitting up in bed, staring at your own hands with furrowed brows, he approached and extended the glass and the painkillers. You took them and swallowed them all at once, emptying the glass before looking up at him with a genuinely lost expression.

"Gee... what happened last night?" you asked, your voice cracking slightly. You tugged at the collar of the shirt, catching the distinct scent of his fabric softener mixed with his cologne. "Why am I wearing your clothes? I don't remember almost anything after Mikey gave me that glass of water in the kitchen."

Gerard sat on the edge of the mattress, facing you; he rested his elbows on his knees, lacing his fingers together as he watched you closely. Tension settled back into his shoulders, but he tried to keep his voice light.

"Well, you were trying to break the world record for alcohol poisoning at that party," he began, with a half-smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I had to drag you out of there and when we got here, you could barely stand, so I took you straight to the bathroom and put you under the shower to see if you’d wake up."

You blinked, trying to force your memory, but everything felt like a gray blur of loud music and dizziness. "In the shower? With clothes on?"

"Yeah," Gerard let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "And you, at the peak of your drunken maturity, decided it wasn't fair for you to get wet alone, so you pulled me by my shirt into the stall with you and I got completely soaked."

Your eyes widened for a second, a genuine laugh escaping your lips, which immediately made you press a hand to your forehead from the sharp sting of pain. "Oh God, seriously? I did that? I'm so sorry, Gee."

"Don't worry about the shirt," he replied, his voice dropping to a lower, more serious register. The smile faded from his face, replaced by an intensity that made your stomach knot inexplicably. He leaned his body slightly forward. "Do you... remember anything else from last night? From when we were in there?"

You frowned, making a real effort to search for any fragment of memory in your mind. You remembered the car lights, the smell of upholstery, and a heavy feeling of tears trapped in your throat, but nothing beyond that. The words you had spoken, the quick kiss, the confessed pain... everything had been wiped clean by the blackout.

"No," you said, shaking your head slowly, looking at him with total sincerity. "I remember getting into your car and then... just waking up here with this godawful headache. Did I do something else stupid? Did I throw up in your bathroom?"

Gerard averted his gaze for a brief second, staring down at his own hands, he felt a cowardly impulse to change the subject. He could make up some random joke and move on, pretending that conversation had never happened. It would be the easy way out and it would keep the status quo of their friendship intact: no risks, no vulnerabilities.

But he looked back at you, he saw you there, wearing his clothes, looking small in the middle of the mattress, with that gaze of total trust fixed on him. He had spent the entire night haunted by those truths, knowing you carried that weight all by yourself while watching him with other girls made his chest ache in a way he couldn't ignore.

Gerard let out a long, heavy sigh that seemed to empty his lungs.

"You didn't throw up," he began, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, breaking the silence. He gave in, abandoning any attempt to escape. "But you said a lot of things, (Y/N)."

His tone of voice made you straighten up in bed, the playfulness vanishing instantly. "What did I say, Gerard? You're scaring me."

Gerard reached out and took your hand, his long, pale fingers intertwining with yours with a firmness you had never felt before. He looked straight into the depths of your eyes, without wavering, letting all the seriousness and confusion of that night lie exposed.

"You kissed me," he blurted out all at once, blunt, watching your reaction. Your cheeks turned an instant crimson, but before you could stammer an excuse, he continued, his voice steady yet heavy with emotion. "And you told me you've always wanted to do that… since we were thirteen."

The air seemed to vanish from your lungs, your heart gave a violent jolt against your ribs. You tried to pull your hand back out of pure self-defense, panic starting to rise in your throat, but Gerard didn't let go, he squeezed your fingers tighter, preventing you from running away from him.

"Gerard, I... I was drunk, I didn't know what I was saying, please—"

"No, listen to me," he interrupted, his gaze burning into yours, cutting off any lie you might try to concoct to protect yourself. "You didn't stop there, you said you thought I would never see you the same way because of the girls at the parties and you told me..."

Gerard swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as the final and deepest confession rushed back into his mind, the weight of those words almost made him hesitate, but he needed to lay it all out.

"...you said you're still a virgin," he continued, his voice soft but irrevocable. "You told me you never let anyone get close because... because you've always been waiting for me to be your first."

The room felt like it lost its floor, the silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the sound of your own breathing, which had become shallow and erratic. Your cheeks burned, and a wave of shame mixed with the terror of having ruined the only stable thing in your life. You looked away, unable to face Gerard after having your most intimate secrets stripped from you like that.

But Gerard didn't pull away, he used his free hand to gently cup your chin, forcing you to look at him again, and what you found in his expression wasn't judgment, nor pity, and least of all regret. It was something entirely new, something you had been waiting to see in his eyes since you were thirteen years old.

"Is it true?" Gerard asked, his voice came out in a raspy whisper, almost too quiet, but it echoed as if it had been shouted. He searched your eyes for any sign of retreat, any trace that those words had been just the senseless rambling of a night of excess.

You froze, your mouth opened slightly, but no sound was able to pass through your throat. You remained silent. A heavy, suffocating silence that seemed to distort the space around you. Both of you stayed there, sitting on the edge of that bed, staring at each other, the shame was a physical weight that made your cheeks burn and your chest rise and fall erratically, your hands, still trapped in his, trembled slightly. Having your biggest secrets exposed to the light of day, without the anesthesia of alcohol to cushion the blow, was terrifying.

"I..." you finally managed to gather the strength to speak, your voice cracking, barely a whisper. You tried to pull your fingers from his grip, feeling a desperate urge to disappear from there. "Maybe I should just leave, I need to go home."

"No," Gerard cut in immediately, the answer coming fast and firm. He shifted his hands, holding your wrists with careful pressure, preventing any movement of retreat. "You're not leaving, I'm not letting you run away right now."

"Gerard, please, let me go!" You tried to fight back, the adrenaline of panic starting to replace the shame. You began to struggle slightly, trying to be reactive, using anger as a shield so you wouldn't break down in front of him. "This is ridiculous! I was completely drunk last night, I don't know what I said, I was just talking shit! Let me get up!"

"You weren't talking shit, (Y/N)! Don't you dare lie to me now!" He raised his voice for a second, his eyes flashing with an intensity that made you freeze instantly. Gerard let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his dark, messy hair, trying to calm down. When he looked back at you, his grumpy armor was completely gone. He looked almost vulnerable, which was a miracle coming from him. "Please... Look at me. Please, I need to know if it's true. I spent almost the entire night awake, sitting exactly where I am right now, looking at you and feeling my head explode with what you told me. I need to hear it from you, right now… is it true?"

The fragility in his plea disarmed the rest of your defenses and the knot in your throat tightened so much it hurt. You stopped trying to break free, your shoulders slumping as the little energy you had left drained away.

"Fine," your voice coming out in an aching whisper as the first tear finally broke past the barrier of your eyelashes and rolled down your cheek. You looked away at the mattress, refusing to face his reaction. "It's true, Gerard, all of it. Every weird, pathetic word I said. Satisfied?"

You felt like the stupidest person in the world, all the dignity you had spent years building, pretending to be just the detached best friend who laughed at his jokes and listened to his stories about other girls, had been destroyed in a single night.

Out of crying, you shifted your position on the bed, pulling your knees to your chest. In the movement, his black t-shirt rode up even higher, leaving your legs completely bare up to your thighs. You were too spaced out, buried in your own panic, to notice what had happened, but Gerard did.

His gaze dropped, he fell silent instantly, his dark eyes trailing slowly down the expanse of your exposed skin, tracing the soft line of your thigh that contrasted with the dark bedsheets. Gerard swallowed hard, and you could see his Adam's apple bob before he raised his gaze again, traveling up your torso until his eyes fixed directly on your mouth, and then on your eyes.

"You know..." he whispered, his voice changing completely, taking on a deeper, slower register that sent a violent shiver down your spine. He released your wrists, but instead of pulling away, he leaned in closer, reducing the space between you to almost nothing. "I spent all these years respecting every millimeter of your space because I thought you saw me as a weird brother, I buried so much inside me so I wouldn't lose you..."

You blinked, processing his words with difficulty, your heart hammering so hard you swore he could hear it.

"Gerard... what are you..."

"I’ve always imagined what you would taste like in my mouth," he said, interrupting your unfinished sentence with a brutal honesty that left you breathless. His hand came up, his long, cold fingers touching your cheek with extreme delicacy, his thumb brushing away the trail of the tear that had fallen. "I always wondered if you'd taste as sweet as you are to me."

Before your mind could form a single train of thought, before you could have any physical or verbal reaction, Gerard leaned forward and kissed you.

The second his lips met yours, a wave of heat took over your body. His mouth was warm, firm, and possessive, you let out a surprised gasp against his lips, and Gerard used that exact moment of vulnerability to slip his tongue inside, deepening the kiss all at once.

The kiss became intense, deep, his tongue met yours with a latent urgency, as if he were making up for lost time from years of silence and repressed desires. The hand on your face slid down to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair to hold you against him, while his other hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until your chest was pressed flush against his.

Gerard broke the kiss for just a fraction of a second, keeping his lips pressed against yours, both of your breaths mingled and warm in the dim light. His chest rose and fell heavily against yours, his fingers were still firm on the nape of your neck, stroking the hair standing on end, while his other hand remained splayed on your waist, burning through the fabric of the shirt.

"Let me take care of you?" he asked, his voice a raspy, drawling whisper, laden with a tenderness mixed with an urgency that made you shiver all over. He brushed his lips against yours lightly, pleading in silence. "Will you let me take care of you, for real?"

The security that question brought melted the last drop of hesitation that still existed in your chest, you didn't need to think.

"Yes..." you whispered back, your eyes half-closed, surrendering yourself completely to his touch.

Upon hearing your answer, Gerard let out a heavy sigh, a sound of pure relief that vibrated against your mouth. Immediately after, he abandoned your lips and trailed kisses down your jawline, tracing a slow and deliberate path to your neck. The moment his hot lips and the tip of his tongue touched the sensitive skin there, a sharp gasp escaped your throat, your hands rose by instinct to his broad shoulders, your fingers digging slightly into the bare skin of Gerard's back.

With agile movements and no rush, Gerard sat up against the headboard and, gripping your waist firmly, lifted you with ease, pulling you up onto him. He settled you sitting on his lap, with one leg on each side of his hips. His t-shirt rode up even further, bunching at your waist and leaving your legs completely bare against the soft fabric of the sweatpants he was wearing.

His body was a safe harbor, but, within seconds, your mind registered something new. Centered exactly below your hips, a rigid, hot pressure began to stand out, it didn't take long for you to feel, distinctly, his cock growing completely hard through his pants.

The shock of reality hit you, being a virgin and never having experienced that physical closeness with any other man startled you. Your eyes widened, and in an involuntary reflex of self-defense, you pushed his shoulders lightly, trying to shift your hips and break contact.

Gerard noticed the startle immediately, but instead of insisting or getting annoyed, he relaxed his shoulders and let out a low chuckle, a raspy and incredibly sexy sound that vibrated in his chest. His dark eyes shone with a mixture of amusement and deep desire as he stared at your flushed face.

"Easy..." he murmured, keeping his hands secure on your waist so you wouldn't pull too far away. His thumb caressed your skin there, trying to reassure you. "That's just the reaction you cause in me, you know? Since the moment you opened your mouth in the shower yesterday. You’d better get used to it, because you do this to me without even trying."

His honesty, stripped of any games, made your heart race even faster, but the fear gave way to a latent curiosity. Gerard leaned forward again, eliminating the space you had created, and your lips met once more.

This time, the kiss began slower, a silent invitation for you to set the pace. His tongue glided against yours with softness, savoring every detail, while the initial tension in your body began to fade away gradually. You felt his slide slowly up your bare back, underneath the oversized t-shirt. His palms were hot, and his fingers gave a soft caress along your spine, sparking shivers that went from the top of your head to your heels. As the kiss became deeper, Gerard gripped your waist more firmly, he fixed his fingers onto your skin and began to press you rhythmically against his hard bulge.

At first, you tried to hold your body still, but the continuous friction of your pussy against his cock through the fabric began to awaken a completely new and overwhelming sensation. It was a focused heat, a delicious, electric sting that reverberated throughout your lower belly every time your hips dipped and brushed against him. Without realizing it, you let out a muffled moan against his mouth, your fingers digging hard into the dark hair at the nape of Gerard's neck, while you began to return the pressure, seeking more of that contact.

Gerard felt every small movement of yours, every gasp, and it didn't take long for him to realize how wet you were, but when that realization fell upon you, shame hit hard and you interrupted the kiss abruptly, hiding your red face in the crook of his neck, your shoulders tense with the shyness of knowing he had noticed your wetness.

Gerard only pressed you tighter against his chest, he buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent deeply, calming your trembling.

"Hey..." he whispered near your ear, his voice incredibly sweet, devoid of any mean-spirited malice. "Look at me."

You hesitated, but eventually lifted your face slowly, your eyes wet and your cheeks burning with shame. Gerard smiled and leaned in and brushed his nose against yours before speaking.

"It’s okay, sugar," he reassured, his voice gentle while his hand moved down again to caress your hip. "There’s no need to be ashamed of me, ever. You’re doing everything just right... and I’m going to teach you everything you want to know in our own time."

With his lips still pressed against the soft skin of your neck, Gerard distributed slow, damp kisses that made your whole body shiver. His mouth moved upward slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps until it found the lobe of your ear, where he gave a light nip, making you let out a breathless sigh. His breathing was warm and noticeably faster than before, but the rhythm of every movement continued to be dictated by extreme care.

He pulled his face back just a few inches, enough to look directly into your eyes, hs hands, which had been flat against your back under your shirt, slid down to the hem of the black fabric.

"Can I take your shirt off?" he asked, the voice came out in a raspy, low whisper, but laden with a sweetness that made your heart soar. He made no move to pull the fabric; he just waited, keeping his eyes fixed on yours, giving you total control of the moment.

You swallowed hard, feeling your stomach do flips, but the desire to be even closer to him spoke much louder and you nodded slightly, whispering a barely audible "yes."

Gerard offered a half-smile, a tender expression that disarmed any shred of panic you might have had. With calm movements, he slid his hands over your ribs, pushing the fabric of the shirt upward. You lifted your arms slowly, allowing him to pull the top over your head and toss it somewhere on the basement floor. In the next second, you found yourself in just your underwear before him.

Feeling completely exposed, you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest, hunching your shoulders and looking away, your cheeks burning a vivid red. You were afraid of what he would see, afraid of not being enough, afraid that reality wouldn't match his expectations.

He froze for a moment, his hands suspended in the air, his dark eyes widened slightly, not with malice or haste, but with an admiration so pure and genuine that it filled every corner of the room, he couldn't look away. His pupils were dilated as he traced every curve of your body, the texture of your skin, Gerard looked like a man standing before the most precious work of art in the world.

"Honey..." he called out softly, his voice trembling with emotion. He reached out and held your wrists gently, pulling your hands away from your chest, refusing to let you hide. "Don't do that, don't hide from me."

You forced your eyes to meet his, still insecure. "Gee, I... I'm embarrassed."

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life," he confessed and pressed his forehead against yours, cupping your face with both hands, his thumbs caressing your warm cheeks. "I'm serious, you're perfect. I'm the luckiest guy in this world to be here with you like this. Look at me, please. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Gerard began to press sweet kisses all over your face, on your forehead, your closed eyelids, the tip of your nose, and your cheeks, until you let out a shy giggle, relaxing your shoulders. He moved his kisses down to your lap, his hot mouth touching your skin with a lightness that felt like worship. Every touch of his was an affirmation that you were safe, that he wanted you completely.

He laid you back slowly onto the mattress, following your movement until he was positioned between your legs, supporting his own weight on his forearms so as not to hurt you. Gerard looked down, observing the thin panties that were the last barrier between him and your pussy, which was already visibly marked by the moisture of your desire.

He moved his gaze up to your face, his eyes shining with an intensity that left you breathless. His thumb slid along your jawline, descending slowly down your neck to your chest.

"Can I taste you?" he asked, his voice dropping to an even more intimate tone, a whisper that felt like a secret kept under lock and key. He slid his free hand down your thigh, moving slowly up to the side of your underwear. "Let me make you feel good... I promise you're going to like it, honey. Do you trust me?"

You looked into his eyes and saw only your familiar safe harbor, the same Gerard who had held your hand through the hardest moments of your life, now ready to guide you down a completely new path. You swallowed hard and nodded, gripping his shoulders tightly. "I trust you."

Gerard smiled, he pressed one last affectionate, lingering kiss to your lips before beginning to move down your body. He kissed your stomach, making you catch your breath from the delicious tingling, and continued downward to your hips.

With agile, careful fingers, he gripped the sides of your panties and slid them down your legs, leaving you completely naked under his gaze. You tried to close your legs in a reflex of shyness, but Gerard gently gripped your knees, pulling them apart slowly and settling himself between them. He looked at you for a moment, ensuring you were comfortable, before leaning forward.

When Gerard’s hot lips and tongue made their first direct contact with your pussy, your body gave a jolt on the mattress. Your fingers immediately dug into the sheets, and a sharp, ragged moan escaped your mouth, the sensation was overwhelming, too intense for someone who had never experienced anything like it.

"Gee..." you called out, your voice failing, mingled with breathless, short gasps.

"Shh... it's okay, I'm right here," his muffled voice came from below, and immediately afterward he returned to the work, being even more tender.

Gerard began to use his tongue with infinite patience, he traced slow circles, exploring every millimeter of your sensitivity, discovering the spots that made you gasp louder or arch your hips against his mouth. The heat of his mouth contrasted with the cool air of the room, creating an electricity that surged up your legs and focused entirely on your lower belly.

With every new touch, the shame was being completely buried by a wave of pure, unknown pleasure. You released your hands from the sheets and brought them to his head, your fingers tangling in the dark strands of Gerard's hair, sometimes pulling him closer out of sheer desperation for the touch, other times holding on tight when the intensity became too much to bear.

He alternated the pressure of his tongue with light, delicate suction, totally focused on giving you pleasure, on keeping his promise that you would like it. Gerard moved his hands up your thighs, caressing your skin firmly, keeping you pinned to his rhythm, his friction and focus made the heat in your chest turn into a real fire.

As Gerard’s mouth worked, he reached his arms upward, seeking your hands, which were dug into the sheets. His long fingers moved softly until they interlocked with yours, gripping them firmly against the mattress. Feeling his palm pressed against yours while he possessed you so intimately brought a wave of security that melted the rest of any tension still trying to cling to your chest.

His tongue pressed and massaged your most sensitive spot with a calculated rhythm, but between touches, Gerard would pull his mouth away for a millisecond just to let the words flow, his voice muffled and extremely raspy against your inner skin.

"You are so beautiful, fuck..." he whispered, his hot breath hitting directly against your pussy before he gave a long lick that made you arch your back. "Look at how perfect you are for me... so soft, so warm. I knew you would taste like the best thing in the world."

Your moans gained a sharper tone, the echo reverberating off the walls, your hands squeezed his fingers so hard your knuckles turned white, but Gerard just squeezed back, using that anchor to pull you even further toward the edge.

"I love the sound you make when I touch you like this," he continued, the compliments flowing like a spell that left you completely surrendered. "You are perfect, my beautiful girl. Mine... You’ve always been mine."

The pleasure accumulating in your lower belly began to transform into a wave of pure, heavy, and uncontrollable electricity. An instinctive need to seek more of that friction made your hips move on their own and without being able to control it, you began to grind against his mouth, pressing urgently against the hot tongue and lips that were devouring you.

Feeling the voluntary and hungry movement of your body, Gerard let out a guttural of pure satisfaction that vibrated straight into your clit. He held your hips with more firmness, sinking his face between your legs with even more hunger.

"That's it... that's my girl," he murmured against you, his voice laden with a pride that made your heart leap. "You like that, don't you? Press harder, move for me."

The combination of his words with the now more intense rhythm of his mouth was the trigger. An overwhelming pressure began to expand through your body, tensing your legs and making your vision blur with pleasure.

"Gee... Gee, I'm going to... I think I'm going to come!" you announced in a desperate thread of a voice, your eyes closing tightly while your head moved from side to side on the pillow.

"Go ahead, come in my mouth," he said, his voice firm and encouraging.

In the next second, your entire body locked up and a series of involuntary, delicious spasms took hold of your hips as you climaxed. The warm flow of your essence filled his mouth all at once, and Gerard didn't pull back even a millimeter, he kept sucking and pressing his tongue hard through every contraction of your orgasm, swallowing your taste.

The hypersensitivity of the area made you give a light tug on his hair when he tried to continue licking the trace of what had been left behind.

"Gee... stop, please... kiss me," you asked, your voice whining and slurred, your arms outstretched toward him.

Gerard stopped immediately, he moved his body slowly up the mattress, dragging himself until he was once again face-to-face with you, his lips carried the wet shine of your own taste. He leaned in and gave you a deep kiss, mixing the flavors of both of you. When he pulled away, his eyes were fixed on yours, filled with genuine concern, he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Are you okay, honey?" he asked softly, his voice still gentle. "Did I hurt you? How are you feeling?"

You gave a small smile, still processing the immensity of what you had just experienced. "I'm okay... It was perfect, more than perfect."

You remained in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the heat of your bodies pressed together, but as your breathing returned to normal, your eyes drifted to his sweatpants, where the hard bulge remained perfectly marked, crying out for attention. A sudden courage and the desire to make him feel as good as he had made you feel, took hold of you and you leaned forward a little and, in a shy whisper near his ear, asked:

"Gee... can I suck you too?"

Gerard froze, his eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise, he clearly hadn't expected that initiative from you, especially being your first time with anyone. He blinked, processing the proposal, and a slightly awkward but incredibly flattered smile appeared on his lips.

"Are you... sure?" he asked, cupping your face delicately. "Look, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to, okay? Just seeing you come makes me happy, don't feel pressured to do this for me."

You shook your head lightly, holding his hands and looking deep into his eyes so he would have no doubts. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. I really want to, Gee. Let me do this for you."

The determination in your eyes was enough to disarm any of his hesitation and Gerard let out a heavy sigh, desire shining intensely in his pupils. He pulled back a bit and with quick movements, took off his sweatpants tossing them aside. Left in just his dark boxer briefs, the silhouette of his cock became even more evident, pointing upward with force.

Gerard noticed how nervous you was and he sat up on the bed, pulling you close by the waist for an instant, pressing his forehead against yours to focus your attention solely on him.

"Hey, look at me," he requested, his voice gentle and comforting, his fingers tracing a circular caress on your hip. "Take a deep breath, there’s no mystery to it, okay? It’s just you and me, like we’ve always been our whole lives. Go at your own pace, in your own way. Whatever you do will be perfect for me, because it’s you doing it. Just relax, sugar."

You nodded, feeling your heart calm down, and shifted your position on the bed, you knelt between his legs, moving slowly down the mattress until you were facing Gerard's hips.

Your hands, still a bit shaky, went to the waistband of his dark boxers, you looked at his face one last time, receiving an encouraging nod and a complicit smile and with a firm movement, you pulled the fabric down, sliding the boxers down his thighs. Gerard’s cock was completely hard, throbbing, slapping directly against his abdomen with a muffled, snapping sound.

You held your breath, your eyes fixed on the sight before you, it was the first time you had seen a man that way, and knowing that all that desire were directed exclusively at you made a new wave of heat pulse between your own legs.

Gerard leaned slightly forward, his breath hitting the top of your head warmly as he watched your affectionate hesitation. He gently took one of your hands, guiding it to the base of his cock.

"Start with your hand, sugar..." he guided in a raspy whisper, his eyes fixed on yours to give you total reassurance. "Just slide it... up and down, at your own pace."

You nodded, swallowing hard, and closed your fingers around him, the skin there was incredibly hot and throbbed under your touch. Slowly, you began to move your hand, sliding up to the head and back down to the base. The second your palm slid up for the first time, Gerard threw his head back against the mattress, squeezing his eyes shut, a long, breathless moan escaped his lips, echoing through the silent basement.

"That’s it... fuck, just like that..." he muttered through gritted teeth, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets. "You have no idea how good your hand feels... squeeze just a little bit more... Yes, just like that, baby."

Wanting to explore every inch of the body you loved so much, you leaned further forward pulling your hand away for a moment. You began to press soft kisses along his stomach, you moved down toward his groin, leaving tender kisses on the inside of his thighs, making him gasp aloud. Finally, you turned your eyes to his cock and with extreme delicacy, began to press kisses from the base, slowly working your way up the length marked by veins, until you reached the head.

Gerard seemed to be losing his grip on his breathing, his hands moved to your hair, but he didn't push you away; his fingers just tangled in your locks shakily, as if trying to hold onto reality. When you placed your hands on his thighs and brushed the tip of your tongue against the tip of his cock, savoring the bead of moisture there, Gerard jolted on the bed.

"Fuck..." he snapped, his voice failing completely, his hips giving a slight involuntary thrust upward. "You're going to drive me insane... Goddammit, what are you doing to me?"

You smiled against his skin and with no more hesitation, you opened your mouth and slid your lips over the top, welcoming Gerard into your mouth for the first time. The heat inside was comforting to him, and the feeling of being engulfed made Gerard let out a long moan that seemed to vibrate straight into your throat.

At first, you went slowly, testing the space, you began to learn his rhythm through the music of his moans: when you sucked a little harder, he gasped; when you used your tongue on the underside, he dug his nails into the mattress. Gradually, Gerard began to move his hips lightly in a soft back-and-forth, taking extreme care not to go too deep, respecting your limits every second.

"Baby... please..." he begged, his voice broken, mingled with a desperate sigh. He held your head with a bit more firmness, but without any roughness, just trying to pause the movement. "If you don't stop... I'm going to come. I swear, it feels so good, it feels too good, I'm not going to last..."

Even with him filling your mouth, you couldn't help a muffled giggle at his desperation and the vibration of your laughter against him made Gerard let out a low curse, his entire body shuddering.

"Stop, please, honey... Stop for a second," he pleaded, almost powerless.

Obeying his request, you slid your mouth off slowly, leaving one last kiss on the tip of his throbbing cock. You climbed up the bed and sat back on your heels, looking at him with flushed cheeks but a victorious glint in your eyes. Gerard remained lying down for a few seconds, his arm covering his eyes, trying to get his heart back to a normal rhythm. When he finally pulled his arm away and looked at you, his expression was one of pure shock mixed with deep adoration.

"You learned a little too fast..." he joked, his voice raspy as he sat up and reached out to pull you onto his lap again. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breathing still heavy. "You’re making me so proud, you know that? You have no idea how crazy it makes me to see you doing that for me."

He leaned in and gave you a deep, long kiss that sealed that surrender, but as the kiss ended and your bodies remained pressed together, the reality of the next step began to hang in the air. You knew what was coming: your first time. The fear of pain and the anxiety of being about to give yourself completely to your best friend made your hands tremble slightly against his bare chest. Gerard noticed the shift in your energy instantly and his thumb caressed your cheek with infinite tenderness.

"Hey... it’s okay," he comforted, his voice soft, looking deep into your eyes. "We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t feel ready. We can just stay here and hold each other, whatever you want."

You looked at his face, seeing the man who had been by your side through every phase of your life. The fear was there, yes, but the love and desire you’d kept since you were thirteen were infinitely greater. You didn’t want to stop, not now that your worlds had finally aligned.

"I want to keep going, Gee," you said, your voice firm despite the tremor. "I want it to be you."

Gerard said nothing for a moment, he just pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the side of your head. Then, he lay back on the mattress, pulling you on top of him, but soon shifting positions carefully until you were face to face.

He showered your face in sweet, calm kisses, trying to dispel any remnant of fear, his hand moved down your leg, caressing you slowly, moving from your calf to your thigh. He lifted your leg and accommodated it around his waist, opening the necessary space between you.

"You are my favorite girl in the world," he whispered near your lips, his tone overflowing with an affection that went far beyond the physical. "I’m going to be very, very careful with you, okay? I love you so much."

Hearing that made your heart soar, erasing the rest of the tension. Gerard held your hips with both hands and, slowly, began to press the tip of his cock against your entrance, rubbing from top to bottom. The contact of his hot skin against your fully aroused pussy created an electric friction, he kept that movement for a few moments, allowing you to get used to the size, the heat, and the feeling of having him so close.

You let out a soft moan, your head thrown back against the pillow, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders.

"I’m going to enter now, okay? Just relax for me, baby," he asked softly.

Slowly, with an almost torturous slowness, Gerard began to push his hips forward. The head of his cock broke the entrance, and you felt an intense pressure, a feeling of being filled that stretched your sensitive skin. A small pinch of pain made you frown and let out a sibilant sigh through your teeth, your whole body tensing for an instant.

Gerard stopped immediately, he kept his body still, just supporting his weight on his elbows, and returned to showering your face in affectionate kisses.

"I know, I know it hurts a little... Breathe with me, sugar," he whispered, his voice patient and extremely sweet, his thumb wiping away an involuntary tear that escaped the corner of your eye. "You are so perfect for me... So tight, so beautiful. Just breathe, I’m here with you."

His voice acted like an anesthetic and you focused on his breathing, forcing your muscles to relax, allowing his cock to fill the space. Feeling you surrender, Gerard gave one more slow, continuous thrust, the barrier of your virginity broke completely as he pushed his hips to the end, joining your bodies in a way that could never be undone.

The moment he was fully inside, a double moan echoed through the room, yours, sharp and mixed with a sigh of relief; his, a deep, guttural sound of pure ecstasy and satisfaction. Gerard buried his face in your neck, his entire body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. He seemed paralyzed by the heat that surrounded him on all sides.

"Fuck..." he gasped against your skin, his voice failing. "You are so tight... I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be the first one inside you. How did I go so long without this? How did I manage to stay away from you?"

He began to move very slowly, pulling his hips almost all the way out and pushing back in gently, giving your body time to process his presence. The initial pain began to be completely replaced by a delicious burning, a deep pleasure that was born every time he filled you.

After a few minutes of that calm rhythm, you began to raise your hips yourself, seeking the impact, following his movement. Realizing you were responding and that the pain had vanished, Gerard’s eyes darkened with desire, he sped up the pace.

"Gee... Gerard... fuck, Gee!" you moaned his name repeatedly, your voice failing, your fingers digging hard into his back, leaving red marks on the bare skin of your friend.

Gerard didn't stop thrusting, his rhythm was strong, but he maintained the affection that gave you security at every moment. He leaned in to shower you with kisses on your mouth, your chin, your cheeks, interrupting his thrusts only to press his lips against yours. At the same time, his hands moved up your torso, squeezing your breasts, massaging your skin while he continued to thrust into you hard.

He alternated between the purest affection and the dirtiest talk, whispered directly into your ear, making your whole body burn.

"You’re mine, you hear me?" he said, his voice raspy and authoritative, his hips slamming against yours. "I love the way you squeeze my cock... Look how beautiful you are moaning my name like that. You like it when I go deep like this, don't you?"

You could only shake your head and moan in response, your mind completely clouded, pleasure was accumulating fast in your lower belly again, a wonderful tension that indicated another orgasm was on the way.

"Gee, I’m going to... I’m going to come again..." you warned, your voice failing, the muscles of your pussy contracting strongly around his cock.

Gerard felt the desperate squeeze of your body and knew he was also at his limit, he gave a few more deep, fast, and strong thrusts, his chest rising and falling violently.

"I need to come with you, sugar..." he gasped, holding your waist so hard his fingers left marks on your skin. He looked deep into your eyes, his pupils completely dilated. "Can I come inside you? Let me come inside you, my beautiful girl?"

You looked at him, feeling the immense love you had for that man overflowing. "Yes... yes, Gee… Come inside me."

Gerard gave one final thrust, burying himself inside you and locking his hips against yours. A loud moan escaped his throat the same instant you reached your second orgasm, Gerard’s body trembled from head to toe as he poured everything inside you.

He waited for the tremors of the climax to subside completely before moving and, carefully, he began to slide backward, pulling out of you slowly. The second his body pulled away, leaving only emptiness and the sensation of warmth gently trickling down your skin, you let out a needy whimper, furrowing your brow and trying to pull his hips back by pure instinct.

"I know, baby..." he whispered, his voice laden with deep affection.

Gerard lay on his side, pulling you against his chest, he wrapped you in a tight embrace, covering your bodies with the messy duvet, and pressed a long, affectionate kiss to your forehead. You rested your chin on his bare chest, looking up to meet his gaze.

Gerard kept one hand on your back, tracing slow circles on your skin, while the other moved to your face, his thumb brushed away the strands of hair sticking to your forehead, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that overflowed with adoration.

"Thank you..." he said quietly, his voice a little unsteady. "Thank you for trusting me, I know how important and kept-for-later this was for you, it means the world that I was your first."

You gave a small smile, pressing your body closer to his, Gerard smiled back, his expression becoming even sweeter, and pressed the tip of his nose against yours before saying the last thing that would disarm your heart forever:

"You know... when you found me in that courtyard at seven years old and asked if I wanted to be your friend, I thought you were just a cool girl saving the school weirdo, but... since that day, you’ve been the best thing that ever happened to me. I spent years looking for company in other people, but now I think the truth is that my place has always been here... with you."

[knivesdemo]

her natural aegyo is so refreshing

[gerardwaysbob]

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[transjudas]

the intersection of nasty and hot goes crazy with frank iero

[awsugar]

boyfriend gerard for @frxnkiero

[ieromoon]

who is she

[tony-banner]

I loove you blog!! Your fics always makes me kick my feet and blush so much loll could you write a vampire gee fic someday?

thank you for being the sweetest anon ever! i loved your request, it was my first time writing a vampire gerard fic, so i'm a little nervous, but i hope you like it.

cherry wine

title: cherry wine - hozier

pairing: vampire gerard way x reader

word count: 9.329

The silence of the fourth-floor hallway had always been Gerard's greatest ally, and for decades the old building had served as the perfect hiding place. No one asked questions, no one paid enough attention to notice that the years passed, the seasons changed, but his features remained the same as they had been the day his heart stopped beating.

The walk home had been long, he kept his hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark coat, his eyes fixed on his own shoes as he climbed the wooden steps. As he approached his floor, the echo of hurried footsteps and the dragging sound of packing tape cut through the environment.

Gerard stopped at the top of the staircase; the hallway was illuminated by the open door of apartment 42. Cardboard boxes were stacked against the peeling wall, there was a new smell in the air, something like strawberries, laundry soap, and the unmistakable warmth of a living pulse.

Then, he saw you.

Gerard froze for a second, his hair was slightly tousled from the walk, his pale skin contrasting with the shadows of the hallway, and for a moment he completely forgot how to act like a normal human being.

You had your back turned, trying to balance a considerably large box that seemed about to tear open at the bottom. When the sound of his interrupted footsteps caught your attention, you turned around. The world around Gerard seemed to slow down in a way he hadn't experienced in decades.

You wiped your forehead with the back of your free hand, breathing slightly breathless, and looked at him. Far from showing fear at the sight of that pale, silent figure standing at the beginning of the hallway, your cheeks took on a rosy tint of pure relief.

"Hi! Sorry about the mess in the middle of the hall," you said, your voice echoing softly against the brick walls. You set the box down on the floor carefully, letting out a long sigh. "I really thought I'd be able to finish bringing everything before midnight, but I clearly underestimated the weight of my own books."

Gerard remained standing there, his mind racing at a thousand miles an hour, trying to formulate an answer that sounded human, but he only nodded slightly. You took a step forward, pointing to a medium-sized but visibly bulging box near his feet.

"Would you mind giving me a hand with just this one? It's the heaviest of them all, and I think if I try to lift it one more time, my arms are just going to fall off."

The request was simple, a common courtesy between neighbors. Gerard knew exactly how he was supposed to act: walk slowly, show a bit of physical strain, maybe let out a soft grunt to disguise the weight, and carry the object into your apartment like any guy in his twenties would.

Instead, his mind was too busy trying to process the sound of your heart and the magnetism of your smile. He walked toward you in automatic steps, and, in a gross error of judgment caused by the total distraction of his senses, Gerard simply forgot to pretend.

He gripped the sides of the box and lifted it in a single motion, to his altered biological strength, the weight of dozens of thick hardcover books was equivalent to that of a feather. He raised the package to chest height without his muscles so much as contracting and without his breathing changing.

Gerard took two steps into your apartment and set the box gently down on the hardwood floor, turning back around with the intention of asking where you wanted the rest placed, but the sentence died in his throat when he looked at your face.

You were frozen, your eyes were wide, darting between the heavy box on the floor and his thin arms beneath the dark coat. You knew what was in there, you had spent the last hour dragging that load across the floor because you could barely budge it, and you had just watched him lift it as easily as someone picking up a fallen leaf. The silence that settled over the room was deafening, the crack of reality struck Gerard's mind like an electric shock.

Damn, he had given himself away…

"I... I have to go," he stammered, his voice coming out lower and harsher than he intended.

Without waiting and without giving you time to form a single question, Gerard spun on his heels. He crossed the hallway in seconds, his steps quick and nearly silent, he pulled the key from his pocket with trembling fingers and went inside.

Gerard spent the next two days following that first night locked inside his apartment, he knew, with the clarity of someone who had lived far too long and made enough mistakes, that the only rational choice was to keep his distance. The overwhelming magnetism he had felt the moment your eyes met his was a dangerous, urgent warning that the barriers he had built were under an invisible assault.

Still, the silence of his apartment felt heavier now, impregnated by an uncomfortable expectation. Every rhythmic beat of your heart, perfectly audible to him in the deep quiet of the early morning, acted like an invisible metronome dictating the pace of his new and involuntary obsession.

On Thursday morning, the sun had barely begun to lighten the city's cloudy horizon, and Gerard decided it was time to fetch the mail and check the security of the exterior lock, a mechanical routine he kept up solely to maintain appearances.

When he carefully turned the key and opened the heavy door, his eyes immediately dropped to the hallway floor, drawn by something that broke the visual monotony of the welcome mat.

There, right in the center, was a small wicker basket, carefully covered with a clean dish towel. Even before he bent down to touch it, Gerard’s extremely keen senses were violently overwhelmed. To any ordinary person passing by, it would have been nothing more than the inviting scent of freshly baked treats from a talented neighbor, but to him, whose taste buds had been completely inactive and insensitive to ordinary food for decades, that scent should have been nothing more than irritating smoke or meaningless dust, but it wasn’t.

Gerard slowly crouched down and, with the utmost care, unfolded the small piece of textured paper and began to read, letting the words echo in his mind in the soft tone of voice he remembered hearing the other night:

"Hi, neighbor from 43! I didn't get a chance to thank you properly the other night, before you vanished like a real ghost down the hallway (and I'm still trying to figure out how you lifted that box without even breaking a sweat or batting an eye, I swear to God!).

As a sincere way of thanking you for your help with the move and for making sure my back was completely intact the next day, I baked these chocolate cookies. I really hope you like them!

By the way, I’m (Y/N). Since we’ll be sharing this hallway for quite a while, I thought it would be a good idea for us to officially introduce ourselves, even if it’s just through a note.

Have a great day!"

Gerard reread the note three times in a row until the words were etched into his unchanging memory. (Y/N). Now, at last, he knew her name. You, on the other hand, remained in complete darkness; you knew absolutely nothing about him, not even his name.

He picked up the basket with both hands and stepped back into his apartment, silently closing the door with his heel. Gerard pulled the cloth aside, revealing the contents of the basket.

The first reaction was immediate and absolute rejection, he did not need to eat anything other than blood, more than that, he must not ingest human food. His system would reject ordinary organic matter a few hours later, resulting in a deeply uncomfortable physical sickness that served as a biological reminder that he no longer belonged to that order of creation.

He reached out and picked up one of the cookies, holding it between his thumb and index finger. He took three steps toward the trash can, his mind focused on the necessity of cutting any bond before it grew too strong, but something invisible and incredibly powerful made him stop in the middle of the pass.

Gerard let out a long sigh, a purely human and unconscious habit he maintained only when he found himself in a state of deep internal frustration, he looked at the cookie in his pale hand and then at the note on the table.

Just one piece, he thought, trying to bargain with his own rigid nature. Just a small bite to quiet this stupid, childish curiosity, and then I'll throw the rest away.

He brought the cookie to his lips and took a bite.

What happened in the very next fraction of a second caused Gerard’s hazel pupils to dilate violently, his whole body locked into an absolute rigidity, his muscles freezing in the exact position they were in, while the piece of cookie began to dissolve against his tongue. There was no characteristic taste of ashes, there was no uncomfortable texture of dry sand or dirt.

For the first time in so many decades that he could barely count, he felt, with shocking and almost painful clarity, the depth and sweetness of caramelized brown sugar. It wasn’t just the flavor itself; it was the full sensation of that flavor.

That was impossible, given what he knew about himself! Biologically speaking, according to all the laws of physics and the curse that ran through his blood, that should never have happened. Human food had neither energy nor flavor for the dead, it was nothing but ashes.

Yet there he was, leaning against the table in his dark kitchen, chewing with an almost reverent slowness, feeling his eyes burn from a sudden, overwhelming wave of pure human nostalgia.

The night had begun like any other in Gerard's unalterable routine: he had crossed the dark, damp streets of the city toward Central Hospital, using the shadows and his long-standing contacts to carry out another one of his nightly blood harvests.

The early morning air was biting as he began to walk back toward the building; he walked with his eyes fixed on the ground, his mind wandering between the lines of the drawings he intended to finish and the lingering memory of the sweet taste of the cookies, which still seemed to haunt his sleepy palate. It was just as he turned the corner leading to the apartment buildings that his senses, always alert, picked up on something that made his heart skip a beat.

Two blocks away, beneath the faulty illumination of a rhythmically flickering streetlight, he saw you. Gerard stopped dead in his tracks, his silhouette blending into the darkness of an alley, his pupils dilated. It was considerably late for you to be out on the street alone.

Before he could formulate a single thought, a man stepped out from behind a closed newsstand, his steps were quick and predatory. It took very little effort for Gerard to hear the man's uneven breathing and the metallic click of something being pulled from his coat pocket.

The logic that governed Gerard’s existence screamed in his head: do not interfere, humans were constantly susceptible to this kind of situation; violence, danger, and fragility were part of the mortal ecosystem. To intervene meant exposing the secret he had guarded with his life for decades, the world was full of daily tragedies, and he was no savior.

But all that cold rationality crumbled into dust the second he heard your frightened gasp and the magnetism that had pulled him toward you since the first day transformed into a blind, territorial fury.

Gerard didn't think, he simply acted.

With superhuman speed that tore through the night air, he moved and, in a fraction of a second, covered the distance of two blocks, leaving behind nothing but the echo of the wind. The mugger barely had time to open his mouth to say anything, before the blade could even come close to his skin, when Gerard’s slender figure materialized between them.

With a fluid, violent motion, he grabbed the man’s wrist and, using only a fraction of his strength, shoved him away. The impact was so brutal that the assailant’s body was hurled through the air, crossing the street and crashing into a trash can on the other side of the block, before he scrambled to his feet and fled in a state of total panic, with no idea what had struck him.

Gerard stood with his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling heavily as he tried to quiet the predatory instinct roaring in his veins. He was focused on ensuring the man was gone and, because of this, he didn't realize that in the split second he had intercepted the attack, the tip of the man's knife had torn through the fabric of his sweater, slicing a deep gash into his left forearm.

You were paralyzed against the wall, your heart beating so fast and loud that Gerard could hear the sound echoing in his own chest. Your hands were trembling, and your eyes were wide with pure desperation and adrenaline.

"Gerard...?" you stammered, your voice failing. "How... how did you do that? Where did you come from?"

Somehow you had found out his name, perhaps by asking another neighbor. Hearing the sound of your voice as you said his name made the adrenaline surge even more strongly through his lifeless body.

"Are you alright? Did he touch you?" His voice came out rasper and deeper than usual, the tone of concern evident.

You tried to focus your gaze on him, but as your eyes traveled down his figure, they stopped at his left arm. The brown fabric of his sweater was torn from side to side, revealing the pale skin of his forearm. There was a clean cut there, a deep rent in the skin that should have been bleeding alarmingly, but nothing was coming out.

The terror of the mugging was instantly replaced by a frightening confusion, you took a step forward, forgetting the danger of seconds ago, your eyes locked onto the dry wound.

"Gerard... your arm," you whispered, pointing with a trembling finger. "You're cut. Why... why aren't you bleeding? How is that possible?"

Gerard looked down at his own arm for the first time, seeing the dry cut exposed under the streetlight, an even sharper chill washed down his spine. Damn it. He had made the worst possible mistake. He had no way to justify this.

He hurriedly pulled down the sleeve of his sweater, hiding the wound from your sight, and took a step back, trying to re-establish the safe distance he never should have broken.

"It's nothing," he said, his voice sharp, his eyes locking onto yours in an attempt to deflect the subject. "You shouldn't be out here alone at this time of night (Y/N), it's dangerous. What were you thinking?!"

"Gerard, don't try to change the subject!" your voice rising a notch, mixing the fear of what you had just experienced with total incomprehension of what you were seeing. "I saw the man with the knife, I saw you appear out of nowhere. And now your arm is cut open and there's no blood! What is going on here? Who are you?"

He could feel the genuine confusion radiating from you, he wanted to explain, he wanted to soothe you somehow, but the truth was a death sentence for any closeness between them.

"Let's go back to the building," he limited himself to saying, his tone taking on a cold authority he used to mask his own panic. "We are not talking in the middle of a deserted street."

Leaving no room for further questions, he began to walk, keeping a pace you could keep up with, but without looking back. You followed him, still trembling, your mind racing.

When you finally entered the lobby and climbed the wooden staircase to the fourth floor, the sound of the creaking steps seemed louder than ever. You opened your mouth to ask the questions again, determined to get an answer to what seemed impossible, and to what you had witnessed on the street, but Gerard was quicker: he reached out his pale hand and gently pushed open the door to his apartment.

"Go inside, (Y/N). Lock the door from the inside and get some rest," he said, his voice dropping to a soft but definitive whisper.

"Gerard, please, explain to me..." you pleaded, taking a step toward him, your eyes begging for a logic that made sense.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he cut in, his lips tightening into a thin line.

Before you could protest, he entered his apartment and closed the door, turning the key in the lock twice with a sharp click that decreed the end of the conversation.

Inside, Gerard leaned his back against the door and slid down to the wooden floor, just as he had done on the first night. He pulled his legs up to his chest and buried his face between his knees, letting out a bitter, hollow laugh in the darkness of his empty room.

He was in trouble, in a monumental mess from which he simply didn’t know how to escape. The right course of action would be to pack the few bags he had and disappear in search of another city. He’d done this before, several times over the decades, whenever someone began to realize that he didn’t age. Disappearing was easy and it was what he did best.

But as he felt the echo of your racing heartbeat through the wall, Gerard realized, with a painful tightening in his chest, that he simply couldn't leave, he couldn't stay away. He was locked into your orbit, and the darkness he harbored was about to collide irremediably with your world.

Gerard spent the next days turning his own existence into an absolute exercise in invisibility. He monitored every sound coming from your apartment; if he heard the jingle of your keys indicating that you were leaving, he stepped away from the door. If he caught your light footsteps coming up the stairs, he turned off all the lights and suppressed his own presence.

Everything was going strictly according to plan: if he acted like a complete ghost, your human mind, programmed to seek the comfort of logic, would eventually begin to treat that violent night as an adrenaline-fueled blur.

It was a Monday night, Gerard was lying on his bed with the dark sheets perfectly aligned, given that he never slept or used the furniture for its intended biological purpose. The silence of the bedroom was abruptly shattered by a deafening crash, the floor beneath the building's framework trembled slightly as a violent thunderclap ripped through the sky, signaling the start of a severe storm.

He loved nights like this, the sound of heavy rain pelting against the old windowpanes created a perfect acoustic curtain, isolating him even further from the outside world. Until, in the middle of a flash of lightning, the low hum of the building's ancient wiring ceased, the hallway emergency lights flickered and died. The entire building was plunged into the most absolute, dense pitch-blackness.

About ten minutes later, his hearing caught hesitant footsteps in the hallway, footsteps he knew by heart; they stopped right in front of his door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Gerard sat up in bed in a fluid motion, he hesitated for three seconds, his self-preservation instinct fighting a losing battle against the thing that always pulled him toward you. He stood up, walked barefoot and soundlessly to the entrance, and turned the key.

When the door swung open, he found you. You were holding a small candle whose flame flickered violently in the hallway's draft, and your eyes were wide.

"Gerard... please," you said, your voice shaking slightly, nearly swallowed by the roar of the storm. "I know you're avoiding me, but... the power is out everywhere, and I have a horrible fear of being in the dark alone. Can I... can I just stay here with you until the lights come back on? I promise I won't ask any questions."

Looking at you standing there, vulnerable, dismantled every barrier Gerard had spent the last few days building. He stepped back from the threshold, making room.

"Come in," he said softly.

You rushed inside, letting out an audible sigh of relief as he closed and locked the door behind you. Gerard’s apartment was completely dark, lit only by the occasional flashes of lightning that streaked across the living room window.

"You can put the candle on the coffee table," Gerard directed, gesturing toward the living room with a calm motion.

You walked over to the sofa and set the candle down, Gerard sat in the opposite armchair, keeping his arms crossed over his chest, watching you curl up on the edge of the couch.

The silence that settled between you wasn't the comfortable quiet of before, it was a heavy silence, where the sound of the rain seemed to build an invisible wall isolating you from the rest of the universe.

You stared at the candle flame, but your eyes frequently drifted back to him, to his pale hands, to the almost supernatural stillness, none of the subtle shifting humans do when they breathe.

"You didn't light a candle before I knocked," you murmured, breaking the ice, curiosity finally winning over your fear of the dark. "You were just sitting here in total darkness…"

"I don't mind the lack of light much," Gerard replied, choosing his words with care. "My eyes adjust easily."

You let out a short laugh, though there was no humor in it. You leaned forward a bit more, the candlelight illuminating half of your face.

"Gerard... we've spent the last few days acting like two strangers, but I can't get that night out of my head. I know what I saw. I tried to convince myself that my mind was playing tricks on me because of the shock, but... it wasn't."

You paused, your eyes locked onto his, waiting for him to deny it, but Gerard only continued to look at you, his expression weary, understanding that there was no running away anymore.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, letting out a long sigh that seemed to carry the weight of centuries of secrets. He looked up at the ceiling, then down at his own hands, and let out a nervous, genuinely bewildered chuckle at the situation.

"Okay..." he began, his voice cracking slightly before settling into its raspy tone. "I don't know how to tell you this without you fainting on my couch or running out into the storm, but... fine. I can’t believe I’m going to do that... I'm a vampire."

He shot the sentence out all at once, tensing his shoulders and closing his eyes for a split second, mentally bracing himself for the collapse.

Gerard slowly opened his eyes, you were still in the same position on the couch, you blinked twice, trying to process what he’d said, but your expression didn’t betray any panic. Your eyebrows merely rose slightly, and you let out a muffled “Oh,” as if he’d just explained that he had a rare food allergy or that the ceiling of his apartment had a chronic leak.

Your calmness in the face of the greatest, most terrifying secret of his life was enough to leave him speechless. He leaned forward a bit more, resting his elbows on his knees, allowing the flickering candlelight to make the contours of his cheekbones appear even sharper.

"It's not just that, (Y/N), " his voice dropping to a confidential tone, a raspy whisper that felt too heavy. "There's... there's something happening since the second you stepped down those stairs with your moving boxes. Since you arrived, everything I know about my own existence has been turned upside down."

You shifted subtly on the couch, curiosity gleaming in your eyes as you watched his hesitation.

"What do you mean? " you asked, your voice soft, encouraging him to go on.

Gerard looked away for a brief moment, focusing on the candle’s flame before meeting your eyes again. He seemed almost ashamed of what he was about to admit, as if revealing that weakness were more dangerous than confessing he was a monster.

"I haven't tasted anything, nothing at all, for decades," he explained, holding out one pale hand in the air, gesturing vaguely. "When we are turned, our senses change, we become excellent predators, but the human world... it dies to us. Ordinary food loses all meaning, my body rejects it, my palate doesn't register it."

He paused dramatically, his eyes locked onto yours, observing how you absorbed that information.

"But… when I ate your cookies…” his voice faltered slightly. “It was different. For the first time in so many decades that I can hardly count them, I tasted something. I tasted the sweetness… I felt everything with a clarity that terrified me. It was as if a part of my brain that had been dead and buried had suddenly been struck by lightning."

You blinked, surprised by the intensity of his account.

"You… did you taste my food?" you murmured, trying to process the information. "But why would that be strange? I mean, if you’re a vampire, maybe the rules aren’t that strict after all?"

Gerard let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head.

"No, you don't understand, the rules are that strict. They are absolute," he emphasized, the urgency returning to his tone. "I was terrified when I finished eating, I thought that by some biological miracle, my body was changing, or the curse was weakening. So, that very night, I went out, I went to a twenty-four-hour bakery downtown."

He winced involuntarily, the memory clearly bringing physical discomfort.

"Do you know what the result was? Horrible! It tasted like dry dirt, I nearly threw up right there on the sidewalk. I tried other things later... fruit, coffee, bread. All the same." He focused intensely on you again. "Only with you, (Y/N), only with what comes from you the rules of my nature simply seem to stop working."

You watched him, your chin still resting on your hand, feeling the weight of the connection he was describing. Slowly, Gerard stood up from the armchair, his steps were slow, almost creeping, as if he were silently asking for permission with every millimeter he crossed. He walked over to the sofa and, maintaining a respectful distance, sat down beside you.

His proximity brought back that cold aura, but now, under the candlelight, you could see just how unsettled he was inside. He was a man frozen in time, trying to understand why this specific human girl was thawing his edges.

He looked down at your hand, which was resting on the fabric of the sofa, and then raised his eyes to your face.

"Can I... can I test something?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, a trembling breath that betrayed a real fear of being rejected or causing you harm.

You looked at his hand, so pale with veins subtly showing blue beneath the fair skin, and then at the intensity of his gaze. There was no fear in your chest, only a deep fascination for this creature who seemed so powerful and, at the same time, so terribly fragile before you.

"Yes… you can," you answered, your voice firm yet gentle.

Gerard took a deep breath and slowly extended his hand, his cold fingers closed the distance to yours until, finally, his skin met yours. He didn't just hold your hand casually, he interlaced his fingers with yours, applying the slightest, almost ethereal pressure.

He locked his eyes onto yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that seemed to read the deepest secrets of your soul. Gerard was waiting for the usual: the thermal shock of his skin making you recoil, the sensation of holding a piece of ice molded into human form. But as the touch lingered, something extraordinary began to happen at the point where your skin met.

You blinked, your eyes widening subtly in surprise: a gentle, gradual warmth began to emanate from Gerard's fingers, spreading through your hand as if his blood had suddenly started flowing again with full force.

"Gerard..." you whispered, your voice filled with genuine wonder. "Your hands... they're warm."

The second the words left your lips, Gerard snatched his hand away abruptly, pulling his arms back against his body. He recoiled slightly on the sofa, his pale face turning into an expression of complete and utter shock.

He stared at his own palm, touching it with the fingers of his other hand, trying to rationalize what had just happened. The corners of his lips twitched erratically; he didn't know whether to laugh out of pure nervousness or cry from the wave of human emotions threatening to break through his immortal shell.

"No... it can't be," he stammered, his voice shaking, his hazel eyes gleaming almost feverishly under the candlelight. He ran both hands over his face, pulling his dark hair back in a gesture of pure conceptual desperation. "This is impossible! it's against everything I am, I'm a corpse, (Y/N). I don't generate heat, I have no life in me to create warmth."

He stopped, letting his hands fall to his knees, and looked at you with a mixture of reverence and awe that made your own heart race in an entirely different way.

"I don't know what you do to me," he confessed, his voice breaking subtly, revealing the full extent of his confusion. "I swear I don't know, but it's as if... it's as if I experience a lapse. A temporary glimpse of what it means to be human again whenever you're around. You warm my skin... You make me feel things I thought had been buried in the last century."

You moved slowly across the sofa cushion, closing the distance Gerard had tried to re-establish in his moment of panic. You extended your hand in a peaceful gesture, showing that you had absolutely no intention of backing away from his nature.

"It's okay, Gerard," you said, your voice gentle, acting as an anchor in the middle of the whirlwind of centuries-old questions that seemed to paralyze him. "It's okay, you'll have time to process all of this, let’s not think about it right now."

Gerard slowly lowered his hands from his face, looking at you through the dark strands of hair that fell messily across his forehead. His mind, accustomed to the rejection and fear that his kind naturally provoked, seemed to struggle to accept the reality of the moment.

"I tried…" his voice coming out in an almost painful whisper, his hazel eyes locked onto yours. "I spent the last few days doing everything to vanish from the hallway, I tried to stay away for your own good, (Y/N). I know how dangerous I can be, but... it felt useless. There was always something pulling me back to you, I couldn't control it…"

You offered a half-smile, feeling the weight and sincerity of that confession.

"I felt the same way," you replied, your voice dropping into the same intimate tone that filled the dark room. "Since the very first night, but I had already given up on trying to understand it, I just accepted that it would happen one way or another."

Gradually, the two of you moved closer, you raised your hand slowly and brought your fingers to his face. With extreme gentleness, you brushed away a strand of black hair that covered his eyes, tucking it behind his ear.

His lips parted slightly in surprise at your touch, and you could clearly see the sharp, protruding tips of his canine fangs resting against his lower lip. Furthermore, at the left corner of his mouth, there was an almost imperceptible trace of a dark smear of blood. Far from feeling repulsed, it seemed to simply complete the puzzle of the mysterious man standing before you.

Gerard caught his breath, watching your gaze drop to his mouth, he was static, his non-existent heart seeming to echo in the silence of the room. You refocused on his eyes, your fingers still lightly brushing his pale jawline.

"Can I test something now?" you asked, your voice a whisper laced with an anticipation that caused his pupils to dilate completely.

Gerard couldn't formulate a verbal answer, he merely gave a slight nod of his head, surrendering completely to the moment. Without hesitation, you closed the final inches separating your faces, you tilted your head slightly and, with soft certainty, pressed your lips against his.

The contact was gentle, charged with mutual curiosity, and when Gerard pulled back just a fraction, just enough for his simulated breath to brush against your face, he looked dazed, his lips still parted and subtly damp.

"It's been years... decades… since anyone has kissed me," he confessed, his voice coming out in a raspy breath, an admission so vulnerable it made your own chest tighten with a mixture of tenderness and desire.

You looked deep into his eyes, seeing there not the monster he so feared to be, but the man who was finally finding his way back to the light through you.

"Then I'm going to make the wait worth it," you replied, your voice firm and laced with a silent promise.

Without giving his mind time to build another barrier or rationalize the impossible, you leaned in again. You raised your free hand and cupped the back of his neck, burying your fingers in the black strands of his hair, pulling him back to you.

This time, there was no hesitation or restrained gentleness, you pressed your lips against his again, parting your mouth subtly and deepening the kiss.

Gerard’s reaction was immediate and overwhelming; a muffled needy groan escaped his throat against your mouth as your tongues finally met. The faint, metallic taste of his nightly harvest mingled with the warmth of your mouth, but the sensation was completely swallowed by the wave of electricity that shot between you.

Gerard gasped, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he surrendered to the rhythm of the kiss. He seemed completely lost, his hands moved erratically through the air, he simply didn't know what to do with them because the urge to touch you at all costs was almost painful. His fingers hesitated for a second, hovering near your shoulders, before finally gripping the fabric of your shirt with desperate urgency.

He wanted to pull you closer, to fuse his body with yours, the warmth that had begun as a mere whisper in his fingers now emanated with full force through all of Gerard’s skin, generated and fueled by the touch of your lips.

The kiss grew hungrier, deeper, his sharp fangs lightly brushing against your mouth without hurting, marking the territory of a connection that neither of you had the desire to avoid any longer.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you forcefully onto his lap, flattening his hand firmly against your ass to settle you straddling his cock, which was already hard straining against the fabric of his pants. A breathless moan escaped his throat as your hips locked together.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breathing completely erratic and hot against your skin.

"I'm sorry, it's been so long... I need this, I need you," he whispered, his voice dragged and thick with desire accumulated over decades of isolation.

You leaned in and bit his bottom lip, then, you threw your head back, exposing the line of your neck in a silent, clear invitation for him to press on.

Gerard understood the signal instantly, his mouth trailed down your skin with a mixture of urgency and extreme gentleness. You felt the sharp tips of his fangs brushing against your jugular, sending a violent shiver down your spine, but instead of pain, what followed was a sequence of wet kisses, intense hickeys that would leave dark marks, and light bites that made your legs tremble in his lap. His hands squeezed your waist tightly, his fingers sinking into your skin as he began to move his hips upward, desperately seeking friction against your body.

You pulled back slightly from his lap and slid to the floor, kneeling on the plush living room rug right between Gerard's open legs. Under his feverish gaze, you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, which sprang out rigid and throbbing. Gerard threw his head back against the sofa cushions, his eyes half-open and glued to you as you wrapped your hand around the base and brought your mouth to the tip.

The moment you took him inside, Gerard let out a loud, sharp groan that echoed off the walls of the dark apartment. His fingers dug into his own knees, his knuckles turning white from the effort of not pulling you too hard. You began sliding up and down his length, using your tongue to tease his most sensitive spots.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)..." he cursed through gritted teeth, his voice completely hoarse, faltering with every deep stroke you gave him. "What are you doing to me? It's too goddamn good... it's so hot."

His hands came down to your hair, his fingers tangling in your strands possessively but without hurting, dictating a slightly faster rhythm as the climax drew near. His hips rose involuntarily against your mouth, his groans becoming shorter, breathless, and desperate.

"I'm going to... I won't be able to hold it back, honey. Look at me, please, look at me," he begged.

You looked up at him without breaking the rhythm, holding his gaze. With one last subtle thrust of his hips and a groan that seemed to rip through his throat, Gerard released a generous, hot warmth directly into your mouth.

Gerard slowly opened his eyes, his vision still a bit blurred from the peak of pleasure. He looked at you kneeling between his legs and, in a voice that was little more than a raspy breath, pleaded:

"Kiss me... please, (Y/N)."

You rose from the rug and pressed your lips against his once more, the moment your tongues met, Gerard let out a deep sigh against your mouth; he could taste something new there, the flavor of his own surrender mingled with the unique warmth of your saliva.

"I want to feel you..." he whispered, his voice dragged and thick with desire.

Before you could answer, he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, placing you on his lap. Despite the breathtaking speed, Gerard laid you down with the utmost care on the dark sheets of the bed. He settled right beside you, his body now radiating that feverish heat you had awakened in him, and began kissing you again with renewed desire.

While his mouth traced a burning path along your lips, you fumbled through the gloom, took one of his pale hands, and guided it underneath your top, placing his long fingers directly against your bare skin.

"Squeeze it..." you pleaded in a breathless whisper.

Gerard obeyed immediately, closing his hand and squeezing your breast with a delicious firmness, carefully controlling his own strength to give you nothing but pleasure. The touch made you let out a loud groan that echoed through the dark bedroom.

Spurred on by his touch, you sat up in bed in one swift motion and, under Gerard’s watchful gaze, crossed your arms, pulled your shirt up, and tossed it on the floor. Without missing a beat, you slid your hands down to your waist, quickly pulling off your sweat shorts and panties, then lay back down next to him, completely naked.

Gerard’s pupils dilated instantly, covering almost the entire expanse of his eyes. He had always wanted to know if your taste was as sweet as everything that came from you seemed to be.

"You are the most perfect thing I have ever seen in my entire life," he murmured, his voice trembling with awe as his eyes traveled over your curves. "Every single piece of you... I want to burn it into my memory, I want to consume everything you allow me to."

You reached out, captured two of his long fingers, and brought them to your mouth, sucking on them slowly, coating them in your warm saliva. Then, you guided his hand down your own body, taking those same damp fingers directly to your pussy, which was already completely wet and begging for touch.

You kept your hand over his, guiding Gerard's first movements over your core. Slowly, you rubbed his fingers against your clit, showing him the exact pressure and rhythm your body demanded.

"Like that, Gerard... right there," you gasped.

Gerard soon caught on to the mechanics and dynamics of your body, he slid his fingers downward and inserted them into you all at once, burying them inside your tight, wet pussy, making you gasp loudly, throwing your head back against the pillow.

You began to roll your hips against his hand, dictating the intensity while he slid his fingers in and out in a steady, addictive rhythm. Gerard leaned over you, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, using his own mouth to muffle and swallow your breathless moans. Between one spasm and the next, his mouth trailed down your neck to your breasts, alternating between lapping at your warm skin and teasing little bites to your nipples.

Pleasure built rapidly, a delicious tension indicating that you were right on the edge of coming. Your body tensed, your hips lifting in search of the climax, but in the split-second right before your orgasm, Gerard stopped his fingers and his mouth out of nowhere.

You opened your eyes, frustrated and panting, finding his face inches from yours. His lips were curved into a distinctly predatory smile, his sharp fangs glinting under the faint light of the candle from the living room.

"You should be afraid of me, (Y/N)... and not of the dark," he challenged, his voice coming out in a low, velvety tone.

Despite the teasing, you didn't flinch. A defiant smile rose to your lips as you watched him pull back just enough to undress, tossing his shirt and the rest of his clothes onto the floor of that dark room, revealing his pale frame.

You held his gaze and answered, your voice firm and heavy with intent:

"I've always liked a little adrenaline."

Gerard lay down beside you on the bed, he slid his hand up your thigh, lifting one of your legs. In the movement, you felt the head of his cock, firm and hot from the heat you shared, slowly brush and rub against your completely wet pussy.

He leaned in, pressing his face to the side of your neck, and his heavy breath brushed near your ear as he whispered:

"You're desperate for me, aren't you? Look how wet you are... I have barely touched you, honey."

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling the wave of desire down below intensify with the teasing. Gerard let out a low, husky, vibrating laugh against your skin, planting a sharp kiss on your jawline.

"I promise you it'll be worth it, sugar," he whispered back, his voice dragged out.

With a perfectly controlled movement, he positioned himself and, slowly, began to push. Inch by inch, his cock slid inside you, filling every space in an overwhelming way. The second he buried himself completely, you involuntarily clamped down around him, adapting to his size. The sudden tightness made Gerard freeze, throwing his head back, a heavy curse escaped his gritted teeth.

"Fuck..." he gasped, his hazel eyes locked onto yours, gleaming in the gloom. "So tight... you're fucking crushing me."

The sensation of having him inside was intense in a way you had never imagined. Impatient with the slowness, you began to move your hips on your own, seeking more contact.

Gerard let out a low growl and driven by pure instinct, gripped your waist with more force than usual. His fingers dug into your skin in a possessive way; you knew that area would be bruised purple the next day.

"Don't move like that yet... wait," his voice breaking as he began to dictate the pace.

Gerard pulled his body back a bit and began to bury himself in you with force and precision. The sound of shifting sheets and skin meeting skin mingled with the noise of the rain outside. With every deeper thrust, he leaned down to kiss you or buried his face in your hair.

"You're delicious... holy shit, (Y/N)," he groaned against your ear, his hips driving firmly against yours. "I spent days trying not to think about you, trying to ignore the sound of your heartbeat... and now you're here, underneath me, driving me out of my mind."

Gerard alternated his movements, shifting the angle to hit the exact spots that made you arch your back off the bed and scratch the pale skin of his back.

"Look at me," he begged, his voice thick with the approaching climax, his completely dark eyes locked onto yours. "Tell me you're mine... let me hear you say my name while I fuck you like this."

You turned your head with difficulty, fighting against the whirlwind of sensations that threatened to steal your consciousness. You locked your eyes onto his, your lips were pressed tight, bitten hard to contain the screams that wanted to escape, but the sheer intensity of his touch would not allow for silence. Between long, breathless moans, you finally gave in, letting the words slip out like a spell in the gloom:

"I am yours, Gerard… I want to be yours… fuck…"

The moment the sound of his own name left your mouth, mingled with that absolute surrender, something seemed to snap in Gerard’s self-control. A purely animal sound, a deep, anxious growl vibrating from the depths of his chest, echoed through the room. He began to thrust into you with blind urgency, his hips slamming violently, the bedframe creaking under the impact of a force he was clearly struggling not to unleash completely.

The pleasure pooling down below shifted shape, becoming an overwhelming urgency that arched your spine. In the heat of the moment, with your body trembling and needing to feel his full weight against yours, you begged through gritted teeth for him to fuck you face-to-face.

Gerard didn't hesitate, he pulled his body back in a fluid motion, slipping out of you for just a second, long enough to make you let out a needy whine at the sudden loss of that fullness, and positioned himself right on top of you, pinning your hips with his legs.

He propped himself up on his forearms, one on each side of your head. When he looked down, his front teeth were small and even, but his sharp canine fangs rested over his bottom lip, glistening with a subtle wetness. It was a terrifying sight for any mortal, but not to you.

You raised both hands, ignoring the danger of that jaw, you pulled him down and kissed him slowly. It was a deep, wet kiss, where your tongues tangled with a slowness that contrasted sharply with the frantic pace of seconds ago.

Still maintaining eye contact as the kiss broke with a wet snap, Gerard slid one of his hands down. He gripped his own cock, which was throbbing against your stomach, and positioned the tip right at your entrance. He gave a single, long, determined thrust, invading you all at once, burying himself to the very base.

"Oh, fuck…" Gerard gasped against your lips, closing his eyes for a brief instant as he felt the internal walls of your pussy clamp tightly around him in a warm, wet embrace. "Honey… you're going to break me. Look at this, you're so fucking tight it feels like you were custom-made just for me."

He began to move, his cock rubbing against the exact spot that stole your breath with every single stride. He began to dictate a cadenced rhythm, driving his hips against yours with force, yet keeping his eyes fixed on yours, watching the way your features unraveled in pure pleasure.

Gerard clamped his teeth shut, the muscles of his back tightening visibly beneath his fair skin as he forced his own body to subtly slow down. He was controlling himself at the absolute brink of the impossible to keep from coming.

"Look at how you squeeze me," he raved quietly, leaving a heavy suck at the base of your neck that made you involuntarily arch your hips upward, meeting his cock with even more force. "You want me just as badly as I want you, don't you? Tell me, tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"More, Gerard… please," you whimpered, your hands traveling up his back, your nails scratching his pale skin without him caring about the pain.

"Like this?" he asked, delivering three fast, brutal thrusts that ripped a sharp cry from you. A satisfied smile rose to his lips at your reaction. "I can do this all night, (Y/N). I can fill you up until you can't stand the sound of my name anymore."

The subtle sweat of your skin mingled with the friction of your bodies, creating a wet, rhythmic sound that filled the gaps between the thunderclaps outside. Gerard continued his work, the pace growing more and more urgent as his mental resistance crumbled under the weight of that sweetness he could only find in you. The thrusts became short, fast, and deep, his hips snapping against yours without pause.

His pupils were completely dilated, swallowing the hazel color of his eyes.

"I'm going to… fuck, I'm going to cum inside you," he warned, his voice giving out completely, a breathless growl escaping as he delivered the last, wildest thrusts, sinking in as deep as his body allowed. "Take it all for me, sugar… everything I have is yours."

With one last thrust, pressing his hips against yours with all his strength, Gerard let out a long, ragged moan that echoed through the room. His body shuddered from head to toe as he released a generous, hot wave deep inside you. He let the weight of his chest rest on yours for a few seconds, panting, his forehead pressed against the curve of your neck, while the spasms of his orgasm made his cock throb inside you, spilling every last drop.

Despite having reached his own peak, Gerard did not forget about you. He could hear the racing frantic pulse of your heart and feel the subtle frustration of your body, which had been left right at the edge of the cliff.

He raised his face slowly, hair damp against his forehead, and looked at you with a renewed tenderness. He slid his body to the side with care, pulling out of you with a wet sound that sent warm fluid trickling down your thighs. Without giving you time to cool down, he threw his leg over yours again and brought his pale hand directly down to your pussy.

"Now it's your turn… let me take care of you," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear, his voice still shaking with artificial exhaustion.

Gerard positioned his index and middle fingers right in the center of your pussy, which was still twitching and contracting. He began a fast, circular motion with his fingertips, applying the exact pressure you had taught him earlier against your swollen clit, while using his thumb to massage the entrance of your slick opening.

"Moan for me, honey," he commanded softly, the rhythm of his fingers increasing with absurd dexterity. "Let me hear the sound you make when I touch you like this."

You began to roll your hips against his hand, Gerard's fingers were fast, moving with the precision of someone who knew every nerve ending in your body.

"That's it… good girl, look how you ride my finger," he praised, leaning down to lightly bite your chin before sliding his mouth down to lap at your breasts, sucking your nipple hard while his hand worked tirelessly down below. "You're so close, I can feel it. Your heart is going to explode if you don't come for me soon."

You let out a loud groan, your entire body arching as the wave of the orgasm finally broke over you. Your pussy began to contract violently around his fingers, expelling even more wetness as you discharged all the built-up pleasure. Gerard didn't stop; he kept up the fast motion for a few more seconds, savoring every cry you let out against his chest, until you finally went soft against the sheets, completely exhausted.

Gerard instinctively wrapped his arms tightly around you, the grip of his embrace was possessive, yet it carried a desperate need for proximity, as if he feared that if he let you go for even a single second, this entire reality would shatter. You nestled your head right in the center of his chest, resting your cheek against his soft, pale skin.

It was when the room seemed to grow too quiet that a subtle, almost imperceptible vibration caught your attention. It didn't come from the outside, it came from right beneath your ear.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

It was a faint, muffled, yet steady sound. A rhythmic beating that defied every law of nature he had just explained to you. You let out a low laugh, a relaxed sound that vibrated against his skin, and said:

"Gerard… I think I can feel your heart."

Gerard’s body froze beneath yours for a fraction of a second, his fingers, which had been gently caressing your hair, stopped mid-air. He didn't answer right away, he brought his own free hand up to his chest, right above where your head rested, feeling the mechanical miracle taking place inside him.

He slowly released his breath through his lips and tightened his embrace, burying his face into the top of your head, letting himself be swept away by that overwhelming wave of human warmth you had injected into his eternity.

And Gerard replied:

"Maybe I am feeling alive for the first time... again."

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