My Blood Tells No Lies 10
Tittle: My Blood Tells No Lies
Rating: R-NC17
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
POV: Frank; third
Disclaimer: In no way is does this pertain to anyone sharing the names of said characters. This is all make-believe; should someone believe otherwise they've obviously gone crazy.
Summary:In an alternate world where a form of vampire terrorizes the world, one has to figure out just what's really important to them. The people they love or their own survival.
Beta: omg_its_caitie & anniebean
AN: Sorry that I didn't post this until now. ^^; It had totally slipped my mind.
Warnings: Adult language, Sexual themes, Violence, Gore, Torture, and Slash.
01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08-09
A few days and many miles of walking later, they were at the last stop before reaching the place Frank had been raised into the man he was today. Or that’s what Mikey had said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood, because none of them were looking forward to visiting the graves.
Frank had admitted to Gerard one night while they were pressed together in a safe house waiting for the sun to set, just how nervous he was. It had been one of those rare and short moments the two of them had any privacy. Gerard had been sweet as always, giving him reassurance and romantic kisses.
It had done nothing to quell the growing dread that was consuming Frank, but he made sure to keep this feeling to himself. He hadn’t lied when he said that it was a good idea to visit the graves he’d made for his loved ones with the help with Gerard. Frank couldn’t leave them without saying goodbye and letting them know that he’d be gone for a while.
They were staying at a lodge that Gerard didn't usually stop at, but Pete was well known so their staying fee was waived. There was more space there. Even if they’d still have to share a room, it was better than being packed into a small space with thirty other people.
Mikey would be sharing with Patrick and Pete, while the rest would be split into twos. Gerard and Frank naturally chose each other; excited about the idea of have some space to explore each other.
Frank was getting his soap and towel together, ready for a shower; sponge baths only did so much, when there was a knock on the door to his and Gerard’s room.
“Um, come in.” He said, half distracted by trying to find clothes that were halfway clean. Frank was starting to think it was a lost cause.
The door opened and Patrick peeked his head in. “Hey, I was thinking that’d you’d have some washing to do and, well,” he scratched at the back of his head, “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me, since I have to wash mine and Pete’s clothes.”
Frank paused in his search and looked at Patrick for a moment before deciding that it was better to get the wash done before taking his bath. Putting dirty clothes on a clean body was sort of defeat the purpose of getting clean.
“Sure.” he said, and gathered up both his and Gerard’s stuff to wash.
Patrick beamed a smile and moved out of the doorway to gather the stuff that he’d set aside. Frank followed him down to the little creek bed that was used for washing.
Once they were settled and scrubbing stained cloth, Patrick started talking. “So, I bet you’re happy that Gerard finally made a move.” He said with a little giggle.
Frank couldn’t help smiling as he fights a grass stain on one of Gerard’s pairs of pants. “Yeah, later than we thought. But better late than never.”
“True.” Patrick says, ringing the water out of a shirt.
Frank takes a moment to watch his friend before rinsing out the pants. “How are you and the retard doing?”
Snorting, Patrick hangs the shirt from the section of sting behind them that they’ve claimed as their own for the time being, “Same as always.”
Frank finds himself laughing as well. “So is he still, like, bringing all those weird sex ideas to bed?” He had to ask, because Patrick loves to tell him the funny things that happen in the more private moments between him and his partner. Something Pete has no idea about.
Patrick rolls his eyes and returns his attention to the water to start on the next piece of clothing. “Nothing too crazy has been mentioned for a while.” He gained a thoughtful look before continuing, “Or it might be that I’m just not as shocked about that type of stuff anymore.”
“Huh, might be.” Frank chuckles and lets the silence that follows go on until they’re done and waiting for the stuff to dry.
They’re sitting next to each other, watching the hanging clothes sway in the light summer breeze. Frank is nervous to ask, though he’s pretty sure that Patrick will be the only one not to laugh at him; or at least not for too long. He’d have asked Gerard, but since it involves him it would be to embarrassing and uncomfortable of a conversation. And Gerard knowing what type of stuff he’s about to talk to Patrick about is almost too much to think about.
He shifts a little and starts to pick at the dirt under his fingernails. “Um, Patrick, can I ask you something?”
Patrick doesn’t seem that surprised. “Yeah, sure. You know you can ask me anything.”
Frank takes a deep breath and tilts his head back to look up at the cloudless blue sky. “You see, Gerard and I haven’t, you know, gotten that far. Yet. Mostly because we never have a second to ourselves… and because I keep stopping him.” He says in a rush.
Now he’s looking at Patrick; since he hasn’t started laughing. “I mean I’ve never remotely done anything with a man; women are a different story so it‘s not like I‘m a virgin or anything. It’s just that I’m so damn terrified that I’m going to screw up royally, because I have no idea what’s going to happen.” He stops for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts and breath.
Patrick is intently looking back as Frank goes on. “Well I kind of know what it’s all about, but not enough to, well, be… you know.”
He gets a nod and Patrick is all serious when he says, “That’s understandable, Frank. You’re in a new type of relationship that you’ve never been in before. I can also understand why you wanted to talk to me instead of Gerard; though you shouldn’t be ashamed or embarrassed to talk to any lover you have. Ok?”
“Yeah.” Frank says, going back to looking up at the sky.
“Ok, so here’s the nitty-gritty on being in a guy on guy relationship.” Patrick starts off, and it goes on from there.
Later, Frank’s taken the dry clothes back to his room and goes to the lodge’s public bath. Patrick says that he’ll see him later and goes off to do whatever, leaving Frank on his own; most likely to give him some space to get his thoughts together.
He takes his time enjoying the water washing away the grime of travel before getting out to dry himself and dress. Joe is there, doing the same; his hair looking a lot longer now that the puffs of thick curls are wet.
“Hey there, Frank.” Joe waves and pulls his shirt on.
Frank towels his hair and replies, “Hey.”
They get dressed and it’s as they’re leaving that Joe suggests, “Um, I was thinking that you’d like a hair cut. Can’t be good running around in the wilderness with hair that long.”
Frank gives him a look like ‘look who’s talking’, but decides that it’s a good enough idea. Besides he’d been thinking of the same thing while he was washing his hair. It had gotten a lot longer then he usually liked it.
“Sure.” And they were off to Joe’s and Andy’s room.
After discussing the length and if Frank wanted it styled a little; Joe was cutting away. Frank sighed and started a conversation for boredom’s sake.
“Hear any good rumors lately?” He asks, because Joe is the best person to get the latest gossip about anything.
“There’re a few good ones, but the one you’ll be most interested in is the one about Dr. Smiths.” Joe’s voice comes from above Frank’s head.
Frank’s pretty sure that this is the quack that Andy and Patrick had told him about when he’d first woken up the night they were found in the hole. But he didn’t have much to go on, so he asks, “Why would I be interested in this Dr. Smiths?”
“Oh, you know, he’s been bragging about how he’s close to getting a cure for the virus and what not.” Joe says with a snicker; clearly not believing such a thing.
“No way!” Frank makes sure to say in a way that will sound like this is the first time he’s heard this.
Joe continues to laugh. “Yes way. He’s been going on and on about it down at the Naples Lodge.”
Frank licks his lips. “Guess that’s pretty old news if it’s that far down south when you heard about it.” Careful, Frank. Careful.
“Whatever, Frank, that’s not the best of it.” Joe pulls Frank’s hair hard enough to hurt for making fun of his information. “The guy says that to have a cure that he needs to have someone who’s immune to the virus willing to give a little blood.” He didn’t need to say how much he didn’t believe that to be true, it was clear enough in his voice.
Frank has to turn back to look at Joe as he asks in a voice of disbelief, “What?”
Joe shrugs and moves around Frank to trim his bangs. “I’m kind of surprised that Patrick hasn’t told you about it already.”
‘Shit!’ Frank thinks to himself. “He might have, can’t say for sure.”
Joe nods as he finishes up, making sure everything is even. “Must have been thinking of fucking Gerard too much to hear him.” He laughs when Frank smacks his stomach in retaliation.
“Haha, fucker.” Frank chuckles, “Are we done now, I have better places to be than here getting crap about my love life."
“Yeah, we’re done.” Joe laughs some more and starts cleaning up the hair on the floor. He waves when Frank leaves, a smile on both their faces.
Even though he looks, Frank doesn’t see Gerard until dinner. The guy had also taken a shower and from the drying boots in their bedroom, it was obvious he’d been a doing a little cleaning, himself. Their conversation isn’t that impressive; most of it about what supplies they’re able to afford, opposed to what they need.
Pete overhears this and offers to split a hunt 50/50 that he’s been asked to do tomorrow night. Gerard scowls but agrees and they start making plans. Patrick brings Frank into his and Mikey’s discussion on the trading; which almost puts Frank to sleep.
It isn’t until they’re turning in that Frank has Gerard all to himself. And now that he’s gotten a chance to talk to Patrick, well, let’s just say that Frank is ready for more than a little heavy petting.
Sadly, he doesn’t get a chance to put any moves on Gerard because the jerk falls into bed and passes out, snoring. Frank can’t do anything but scream into his pillow in frustration.
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Rating: R-NC17
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
POV: Frank; third
Disclaimer: In no way is does this pertain to anyone sharing the names of said characters. This is all make-believe; should someone believe otherwise they've obviously gone crazy.
Summary:In an alternate world where a form of vampire terrorizes the world, one has to figure out just what's really important to them. The people they love or their own survival.
Beta: omg_its_caitie & anniebean
AN: Sorry that I didn't post this until now. ^^; It had totally slipped my mind.
Warnings: Adult language, Sexual themes, Violence, Gore, Torture, and Slash.
01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08-09
A few days and many miles of walking later, they were at the last stop before reaching the place Frank had been raised into the man he was today. Or that’s what Mikey had said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood, because none of them were looking forward to visiting the graves.
Frank had admitted to Gerard one night while they were pressed together in a safe house waiting for the sun to set, just how nervous he was. It had been one of those rare and short moments the two of them had any privacy. Gerard had been sweet as always, giving him reassurance and romantic kisses.
It had done nothing to quell the growing dread that was consuming Frank, but he made sure to keep this feeling to himself. He hadn’t lied when he said that it was a good idea to visit the graves he’d made for his loved ones with the help with Gerard. Frank couldn’t leave them without saying goodbye and letting them know that he’d be gone for a while.
They were staying at a lodge that Gerard didn't usually stop at, but Pete was well known so their staying fee was waived. There was more space there. Even if they’d still have to share a room, it was better than being packed into a small space with thirty other people.
Mikey would be sharing with Patrick and Pete, while the rest would be split into twos. Gerard and Frank naturally chose each other; excited about the idea of have some space to explore each other.
Frank was getting his soap and towel together, ready for a shower; sponge baths only did so much, when there was a knock on the door to his and Gerard’s room.
“Um, come in.” He said, half distracted by trying to find clothes that were halfway clean. Frank was starting to think it was a lost cause.
The door opened and Patrick peeked his head in. “Hey, I was thinking that’d you’d have some washing to do and, well,” he scratched at the back of his head, “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me, since I have to wash mine and Pete’s clothes.”
Frank paused in his search and looked at Patrick for a moment before deciding that it was better to get the wash done before taking his bath. Putting dirty clothes on a clean body was sort of defeat the purpose of getting clean.
“Sure.” he said, and gathered up both his and Gerard’s stuff to wash.
Patrick beamed a smile and moved out of the doorway to gather the stuff that he’d set aside. Frank followed him down to the little creek bed that was used for washing.
Once they were settled and scrubbing stained cloth, Patrick started talking. “So, I bet you’re happy that Gerard finally made a move.” He said with a little giggle.
Frank couldn’t help smiling as he fights a grass stain on one of Gerard’s pairs of pants. “Yeah, later than we thought. But better late than never.”
“True.” Patrick says, ringing the water out of a shirt.
Frank takes a moment to watch his friend before rinsing out the pants. “How are you and the retard doing?”
Snorting, Patrick hangs the shirt from the section of sting behind them that they’ve claimed as their own for the time being, “Same as always.”
Frank finds himself laughing as well. “So is he still, like, bringing all those weird sex ideas to bed?” He had to ask, because Patrick loves to tell him the funny things that happen in the more private moments between him and his partner. Something Pete has no idea about.
Patrick rolls his eyes and returns his attention to the water to start on the next piece of clothing. “Nothing too crazy has been mentioned for a while.” He gained a thoughtful look before continuing, “Or it might be that I’m just not as shocked about that type of stuff anymore.”
“Huh, might be.” Frank chuckles and lets the silence that follows go on until they’re done and waiting for the stuff to dry.
They’re sitting next to each other, watching the hanging clothes sway in the light summer breeze. Frank is nervous to ask, though he’s pretty sure that Patrick will be the only one not to laugh at him; or at least not for too long. He’d have asked Gerard, but since it involves him it would be to embarrassing and uncomfortable of a conversation. And Gerard knowing what type of stuff he’s about to talk to Patrick about is almost too much to think about.
He shifts a little and starts to pick at the dirt under his fingernails. “Um, Patrick, can I ask you something?”
Patrick doesn’t seem that surprised. “Yeah, sure. You know you can ask me anything.”
Frank takes a deep breath and tilts his head back to look up at the cloudless blue sky. “You see, Gerard and I haven’t, you know, gotten that far. Yet. Mostly because we never have a second to ourselves… and because I keep stopping him.” He says in a rush.
Now he’s looking at Patrick; since he hasn’t started laughing. “I mean I’ve never remotely done anything with a man; women are a different story so it‘s not like I‘m a virgin or anything. It’s just that I’m so damn terrified that I’m going to screw up royally, because I have no idea what’s going to happen.” He stops for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts and breath.
Patrick is intently looking back as Frank goes on. “Well I kind of know what it’s all about, but not enough to, well, be… you know.”
He gets a nod and Patrick is all serious when he says, “That’s understandable, Frank. You’re in a new type of relationship that you’ve never been in before. I can also understand why you wanted to talk to me instead of Gerard; though you shouldn’t be ashamed or embarrassed to talk to any lover you have. Ok?”
“Yeah.” Frank says, going back to looking up at the sky.
“Ok, so here’s the nitty-gritty on being in a guy on guy relationship.” Patrick starts off, and it goes on from there.
Later, Frank’s taken the dry clothes back to his room and goes to the lodge’s public bath. Patrick says that he’ll see him later and goes off to do whatever, leaving Frank on his own; most likely to give him some space to get his thoughts together.
He takes his time enjoying the water washing away the grime of travel before getting out to dry himself and dress. Joe is there, doing the same; his hair looking a lot longer now that the puffs of thick curls are wet.
“Hey there, Frank.” Joe waves and pulls his shirt on.
Frank towels his hair and replies, “Hey.”
They get dressed and it’s as they’re leaving that Joe suggests, “Um, I was thinking that you’d like a hair cut. Can’t be good running around in the wilderness with hair that long.”
Frank gives him a look like ‘look who’s talking’, but decides that it’s a good enough idea. Besides he’d been thinking of the same thing while he was washing his hair. It had gotten a lot longer then he usually liked it.
“Sure.” And they were off to Joe’s and Andy’s room.
After discussing the length and if Frank wanted it styled a little; Joe was cutting away. Frank sighed and started a conversation for boredom’s sake.
“Hear any good rumors lately?” He asks, because Joe is the best person to get the latest gossip about anything.
“There’re a few good ones, but the one you’ll be most interested in is the one about Dr. Smiths.” Joe’s voice comes from above Frank’s head.
Frank’s pretty sure that this is the quack that Andy and Patrick had told him about when he’d first woken up the night they were found in the hole. But he didn’t have much to go on, so he asks, “Why would I be interested in this Dr. Smiths?”
“Oh, you know, he’s been bragging about how he’s close to getting a cure for the virus and what not.” Joe says with a snicker; clearly not believing such a thing.
“No way!” Frank makes sure to say in a way that will sound like this is the first time he’s heard this.
Joe continues to laugh. “Yes way. He’s been going on and on about it down at the Naples Lodge.”
Frank licks his lips. “Guess that’s pretty old news if it’s that far down south when you heard about it.” Careful, Frank. Careful.
“Whatever, Frank, that’s not the best of it.” Joe pulls Frank’s hair hard enough to hurt for making fun of his information. “The guy says that to have a cure that he needs to have someone who’s immune to the virus willing to give a little blood.” He didn’t need to say how much he didn’t believe that to be true, it was clear enough in his voice.
Frank has to turn back to look at Joe as he asks in a voice of disbelief, “What?”
Joe shrugs and moves around Frank to trim his bangs. “I’m kind of surprised that Patrick hasn’t told you about it already.”
‘Shit!’ Frank thinks to himself. “He might have, can’t say for sure.”
Joe nods as he finishes up, making sure everything is even. “Must have been thinking of fucking Gerard too much to hear him.” He laughs when Frank smacks his stomach in retaliation.
“Haha, fucker.” Frank chuckles, “Are we done now, I have better places to be than here getting crap about my love life."
“Yeah, we’re done.” Joe laughs some more and starts cleaning up the hair on the floor. He waves when Frank leaves, a smile on both their faces.
Even though he looks, Frank doesn’t see Gerard until dinner. The guy had also taken a shower and from the drying boots in their bedroom, it was obvious he’d been a doing a little cleaning, himself. Their conversation isn’t that impressive; most of it about what supplies they’re able to afford, opposed to what they need.
Pete overhears this and offers to split a hunt 50/50 that he’s been asked to do tomorrow night. Gerard scowls but agrees and they start making plans. Patrick brings Frank into his and Mikey’s discussion on the trading; which almost puts Frank to sleep.
It isn’t until they’re turning in that Frank has Gerard all to himself. And now that he’s gotten a chance to talk to Patrick, well, let’s just say that Frank is ready for more than a little heavy petting.
Sadly, he doesn’t get a chance to put any moves on Gerard because the jerk falls into bed and passes out, snoring. Frank can’t do anything but scream into his pillow in frustration.
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