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[Author's Note: This was NOT written by me, CollisionStar. A friend wrote this and gave me the permission to publish it. Please review all the same because your compliments are always appreciated. Thank you.]

"Sir, I can't let you in there!"

The shrill voice was grating in Gerard's ears. This was the third time he had tried and failed to sneak into Frankie's hospital room. He tensed up with irritation, and his teeth grinded unpleasantly.

"Please, Mr. Way, I understand you're upset. But the patient needs to be left alone in the critical condition that he - "

"He's going to die!" Gerard bellowed angrily.

"You don't - "

Gerard's sizzling opinion of whatever it was he "didn't" blistered the sterile hospital walls.

"I want to see my boyfriend, he may not be alive tomorrow and you damn well can't stop me!"

"Now calm down! We're doing everything we can for Mr. Iero and the doctors have specifically requested that I - "

"Let him in."

The quiet, hollow voice stopped them both dead.

"Please," Frankie said quietly, in the same dead voice, leaning his pale face on the dorjam, looking like a timid little boy dragging an IV machine behind him.

"Frankie, baby, go back to bed," Gerard said, immediately forgetting the irrational woman and stepping past her, placing a proprietary arm around his boyfriend's shoulder. "You're too weak to be walking around, darling."

A huff sounded from behind them, and Gee didn't even bother to look back, absorbed with putting Frankie back into the bed he had occupied for months. Frank was paler now than ever, even yesterday, and his rolling IV machine carried yet more drugs on it. Gerard took it all in, still hanging on stubbornly to Frankie's arm, and wasn't surprised to feel hot tears on his cheeks. Crying was something he had gotten used to over the past month or so, although he tried not to do it around Frankie, because he knew how much it hurt him. But before he knew it, Frank had opened his arms invitingly, and unable to resist the wordless invitation, he was crawling into bed and burying his face in Frankie's shoulder.

“Don’t cry, Gerard. Please don’t cry.”

Gerard knew it was all wrong, things shouldn’t have been this way. He should have been the one holding Frankie, little Frankie, comforting and consoling him and telling him everything would be okay, but instead it was the other way around. Gee had tried to be strong, they both knew this was coming, that today would be the day, but in Frankie’s hour of need Gerard had broken down, crawling into Frank’s hospital bed with him and bawling like a baby in his arms.

Frankie was oddly calm about the inevitability of it all, considering that in a few hours he would be dead. Leukemia had done a lot to sober him, eating away at his energetic self until a quiet, pensive little boy was left in his place. Frank had had a lot of time to think I his hospital bed, and had done a lot of growing up very fast. And when Gee finally lost it and couldn’t hold back his tears anymore, it was Frank who had invited him into his bed, wrapped his arms around him, and let him cry. He seemed to need it.

To be perfectly honest, he was a little glad of it too. Gee needed this time, and at least if it was now, Frank could be here for him. He wanted Gerard to break down in his arms, and not some night by himself in bed, overdosing on pills or alcohol, or worse, drugs. That more than anything scared Frankie. It had made him stick around as long as he could, even though it was painful.

“Frankie, don’t leave me. Please don’t leave. I won’t survive. I’ll die with you. I can’t stand it, you not being here with me every day. Going to bed with you, waking up with you. You have to stay. Please!”

Nearing hysteria, Gerard wailed uncontrollably into Frankie’s shoulder. Frankie only squeezed him harder, soothing him, wanting to cry himself if only for the heart-wrenching despair in his lover’s voice. It pained him even more to hear it, knowing he was helpless to stop it.

“Gerard, Baby… shhh. Listen to me. It’s okay. It’s going to be alright. We’ll be together. And it will be forever. Eternal. I love you, Gee. That can’t be changed. Ever.”

“I love you, Frankie. I swear, when I die, if I have to endure a hundred years of Purgatory to atone for my sins, I will find you again. And this time I won’t let you go. You have all my love, Frankie. All of me.”

“I’m counting on it.” Frankie smiled. It was weak, frail, but to the boy in his arms it was beautiful. Gee would have given anything to freeze them both in time, to capture Frankie’s smile, his beautiful face, for all eternity. As it was, he could only store it in his heart, something to hold on to and remember for when he was without him.

“I love you, Gee,” Frankie promised, reaching for his hands beneath the sheets and linking his own with them. It was a characteristic, comforting gesture they had shared from the very beginning. Gerard had done it the first time he'd gone down on Frankie; he'd locked everyone out of the bus, shushed his uncertain companion and taken his sweet time stripping him down and pleasuring him selflessly. He'd held his long guitarist fingers with his own and told him everything would be alright. He had done the same that night not so more than a few months ago, when Frankie had first agreed to make love with him and Gee had gotten them a small hotel room to ensure privacy, and had worshipped and loved Frankie's tiny body until sunrise.

And now fate had cruelly turned the tables, bringing them to this insurmountable obstacle. Leave it to Mother Nature. Even love couldn't conquer death.

Gerard sat up again to make sure Frank was absolutely comfortable, fixing his pillow and tucking the blanket around him, little menial tasks that didn't really mean anything. Frankie had not wanted to die here in the hospital, but his wish to be at home had warred with wanting to live as long as possible, for Gee, and lost. He wanted to live every moment he could, and the hospital was the best place for that. However, even his borrowed time was running thin. Frankie might have objected to his fussing at any other time. Right now, anything negative between them seemed pointless and redundant.

Frankie waited patiently until Gee had settled himself beside him again. He dried his eyes and stared into Frank's, devouring his face greedily and memorizing it. They stayed that way for a very long time.

"Do me one favor," Frankie asked quietly. "Please."

"Anything, baby."

"Call me Francis one more time."

Gee had thought he had the tears under control. No such luck. His face crumpled before his boyfriend's eyes, fixing itself into a silent howl of pain and despair as he reached out blindly, pulled him in, and buried his face in his shoulder. "Frankie," he sobbed, pulling away and rubbing their faces together lovingly. "My beautiful, gorgeous Francis. I love you so much. You're the most beautiful person I've ever known."

They kissed, slowly at first, savoring each other and remembering the kisses they had shared through their brief time together. Frankie's mind wandered all the way back to the first kiss in the darkened stage. He'd felt exhilarated, scared and excited all at once. And oh, good god, when Gerard's tongue had gently skimmed his mouth, accepting the bold action Frank had taken and telling him without words that he wanted him back, Frankie had almost died right then and there.

Gerard stroked his mouth with his tongue now, and Frankie welcomed the intrusion, which his lover offered no apology for. The taste of the two of them together was intoxicating, putting them both on a high neither could achieve alone. Their mouths pressed and retreated, tongues flicking at the corners maddeningly and nuzzling their lips together.

Frankie sighed quietly, either in bliss or despair. Maybe both. He kept his mouth close, his tiny body tangled just as inextricably with Gerard's. Time was running out, and they grasped at every moment they had together, brutally aware of how precious few they had left.

Frankie died just as sweetly as he had lived. He died exactly the way he wanted to, held close by his lover protectively with his name on his lips. Gerard was crooning into his ear, telling him not to worry, they would be together again soon.

Perhaps Gerard kept talking to make himself feel better, to delay the inevitable, convince himself that this wasn't happening and pretend they were simply in bed together like always, wrapped in the sweet aftermath of lovemaking. It wouldn't work forever, but for now he didn't have to face the fact that even though his body remained, Frankie's essence, his spirit, the very thing that Gerard loved, that made Frankie so loveable, was no more.

Gerard pulled away and gently set the body away from him, not leaving the bed but leaning back to look him over. He looked so much like Frankie that Gee half expected the vacant _expression to clear, for Frank to start laughing, the rest of the boys would appear and they would all yell "Psych!" and Gee would scowl at them, shove Frankie, laugh with them, and plant a scalding kiss in front of everyone on the lips of his alive and healthy boyfriend.

"Damnit, Francis," Gerard whispered. "Wake up."

Of course there was no response. Why would there be? Frank was dead. The stark realization hit him all at once, making him go cold. The body next to him may as well have been a rag doll.

Even so, Gee reached out and gently stroked his fingers down his arm, half-testing for a reaction. His skin was still warm, making him seem even more lifelike. Gee slid his fingers up to the pulse point in his neck. What was he expecting? A beat?

He touched Frankie's eyelids, closing them one by one after memorizing forever their exact colour. With his eyes closed, and that haunted _expression gone, he was just Frankie again sleeping next to him. Gee could remember countless times he had woken to find Frank still asleep, and had shamelessly taken advantage of his inanimate body. He had never gone so far as actual sex, but had never been able to help himself from copping a feel or two. It was Frank's fault, he had joked, sleeping naked and being so damned attractive.

He went on with his examination, his hand scooting deftly under the green hospital shirt. He dragged his hand slowly up his thigh, smiling a little to himself as he imagined the pale skin beneath his fingers. Frank was as pale as he was, in some places. Gee had delighted more than once in tracing the little blue veins with his hands and lips, just to see where they lead.

His fingers drifted, grazing his skin. His hand skimmed up to his hip and he fit it gently in his palm. Frankie had been almost painfully underdeveloped, (except in the ways that counted >.>) and his hips were so narrow Gee almost couldn't find the small ridge without looking. He still had his belly though. Gerard had teased that as he had lost weight, Frankie had gained it. He smiled. Frankie's beer gut.

Baby," Gerard cooed, rubbing his face fiercely against that of his dead love. He turned his lips into his cheek, kissing it. It was characteristic of them; he would kiss Frankie's cheek in greeting and Frank would pucker his mouth against Gee's. Habit was so strong that he still expected to feel him return the caress at any moment. Angry tears threatened to spill all over again at the injustice of it, that he would never feel it again.

Gee sat up again, and his eyes trailed over the body. Frankie - Frankie's body - lay on it's back now, and gee took his arms and raised them over his head. For some reason, this gesture always made Frankie giggle, a dead giveaway if he was pretending to be asleep. Now there was no reaction.

Gerard leaned down and buried his face in Frankie's neck, inhaling deeply the unique scent that belonged only to him. His hands trailed down to his sides and he lifted up the weight in his arms, wrapping them around his torso. Gee lifted his head and planted a kiss on his lips that started out chased, but soon flowered into a passion born of desperation. Frankie's mouth, always so willing and responsive, remained eerily still.

He bathed his lips thoroughly in the dew from Frankie's mouth, then pulled away to find his jaw hanging slack and open from the intrusion. He closed it tenderly. He raised his hands and gripped Frankie's within his own, slipping them under his own shirt. How many times had Frank tortured Gee with his fingertips, making him groan and whimper and plead? Frank's hands were mysterious things, deft and quick and sure. They were confident, which sometimes Frank was not. They held secrets that were now dead with him. The prospect of never knowing Frankie's touch again was bleak.

Gee could remember when they had both been too shy to confront each other, how they had been too embarrassed to approach each other openly, Gee because Frankie was engaged and, well, straight, and Frankie because Gerard was freakin' Gerard Way, a sex icon and obsession to hundreds of screaming fans.

They had been onstage one night and Frank had happened to back into Gee purely by accident, just as he had been about to hump the mic for the seventh time that particular show. Shocked into response, Gerard had done the only thing he was capable of at that point, he'd grabbed Frankie by the neck as he'd turned around and kissed him full on his beautiful mouth. For his part, Frank had gone along with it without skipping a beat or registering surprise, whether in his action or by hitting a wrong chord. Gee had just laughed it off later, passing it as a publicity stint to get their pictures to circulate. When it became a routine thing, he had managed to keep up the pretense by kissing the rest of the guys too, and ruffling Mikey's hair often. It worked well enough, except that Frankie didn't know the true effect those kisses had on him, and he couldn't do it when they were alone and not performing.

Looking back, he thought he remembered a few times when Frank would realize Gerard was planning to lay one on him and his face would light with anticipation. Now, of course, he knew that had been in fact the case, but insecurity and a fear of rejection had resigned him to waiting around in silent agony, hoping against hope that Frankie might surprise the hell out of him and make a move.

And then he had. Not an hour after their show, that one night, when Gee had gone back to pick up his water bottle, Frank had caught him alone. He still got a kick out of the fact that Frankie, who used to debate for at least twenty minutes in the past before calling his then-girlfriend, Jamia, had been the one to approach him in the darkness and kiss him passionately. Gee had dreamed and fantasized about such a moment many times, but nothing compared to the sweet sensation of his lips, quietly moving and pressing against his. It was a whole new feeling - Frankie actually kissing him back, and meaning it.

Successive kisses since then had been more passionate, more meaningful, stronger, softer, more forceful. But that first one, so sweet in it's own awkward way, they both treasured more than any other they had shared.

Gerard sat up very suddenly, pushing himself away, careful not to disturb the body that, moments before, had been his best friend, his lover and his soul made. From the beginning their relationship had been difficult. Public disapproval, state laws against gay marriage and homosexuality, girlfriends, boyfriends, fiancés all standing between them. The short time they'd had together had been bliss, and through it all Gerard had believed ignorantly that nothing would ever come between them again, that now that they had found each other, they could endure and accomplish anything. They would marry, be happy together and fuck the entire world. Without Frankie there beside him, this future seemed bleak and dismal. How could anyone expect him to go on?

What he was about to do was unforgiveable.

Gee unzipped his jeans and wiggled them down his knees, along with his underwear. Frank's head had fallen do the side, almost like he was posing for a profile shot in a photo shoot. Gee carefully raised his arms over his head and left them there as he trailed his hands down Frankie's tiny body, which had always held him so sweetly and loved him so selflessly.

Gee couldn't bear the thought that they would never make love again, that he would never be able to hold him in his lap and feel his hips rocking eagerly against him, or set him on his knees and ram into him like a fucking animal, hear his moans as Gee bit his neck fiercely; lie next to him after lovemaking and laugh with him, hold him, love him.

Frankie just couldn't be gone. He was right here before him.

Hardly noticing the tears running freely down his face, he fell across Frankie and nuzzled desperately against his pale cheeks. His body was losing heat fast. Frank had always been so warm, while Gee was cold as a corpse. The irony did not escape him.

He wrapped his arms tightly around the body in a vain attempt to keep the heat from escaping, and as he tilted Frankie's hips towards himself his mind flashed back to a thousand times before when Frank had been alive and well and they had been happy together, all the way back to their first night together in the darkened hotel room….

"Fraaaaankiee…"

"I wanna fuuuuuck yoouuuu…."

"I want you, Gee…"

"Scream for me, as loud as you qant."

"I want you to fuck me through the mattress."

"When I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight."

"I wanna see everything."

"Oh, baby…"

Gerard swept his tongue into Frankie's mouth and pushed into his body, crying openly now as he thrustred greedily into Frankie's tight, warm body, which for only a few months - much too short a time - had been a safe haven for him, a place that the perils of the world could never reach him. He moved easily even without lubricant, his lover's body accepted him with hardly any friction. He cried out harshly, either in dispair or in ecstasy or possibly both. In his mind, he could feel Frankie slowly begin to thrust back against him, the small, breathy cries in his throat that Gerard had always teased him about, saying he sounded like a little girl; of course he secretly loved it and Frankie knew this, so he had never bothered to stop… if Gee really wanted to silence him, he could always set his lips on his ear and sponge his tongue against it, close his teeth over the lobe and it's weird earring or just nibble gently on the outer shell, and Frank would go almost completely silent, as though breathless with anticipation.

"I love you," Gerard would whisper into that shell, and Frank would come to life again under him, his tiny body shivering with impending release.

"I love you," he said now, and perhaps meant it more now than he ever had.

He knew he was imaging it, but he was sure he heard Frankie's breathy reply in his own ear. Frank always felt bad, he knew, when he didn't return the words. Sometimes Gee played on that, saying the words just to hear them back.

Had Frankie been made to suffer because of Gerard's own abnormal obsession with death? He knew what people said about him, one woman in particular had once expressed quite clearly that he should be drafted into the army for a few years, and that would summarily cure his unhealthy obsession. But otherwise, it made no sense to Gerard how anyone could create something as perfect and sweet as Frankie, and then ruthlessly tear it away.

Frank's face was wet and shining with his tears. Gee brushed them tenderly away, drying them. It felt profane to leave him there with all that moisture on his cheeks, when he couldn't even wipe them away himself. He buried his face within his neck and let himself release, coming deep inside the dead body, a body he had loved a thousand times while he was still alive.

Simultaneous with the hot spurting of seed, Gee was aware, only distantly at first, of a sudden, sharp pain in his neck. He barely noticed it at first but it quickly became so strong he couldn't ignore it. He took a large swallow of air and tried to pull away, but realized he couldn't. A strong suction told him something had latched onto his neck.

A firm set of arms around him told him it was the body under him. Frankie.

And then, he remembered nothing more.

~~~~~~~~~

Gerard came back to himself slowly, and for a minute or two he didn't quite remember where he was. He tried to sit up and found he couldn't. Instead he opted for the less strenuous exertion of opening his eyes. It took a few tries, but he managed.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," said a familiar voice beside him, and Gee very slowly turned his head around to face the source. Was it him, or was there a trace of irony in his words?

"F-Frraankie," he gasped, or tried to. His voice didn't seem to want to work, so he ended up just mouthing the name soundlessly.

It was indeed Frankie sitting beside him, and Gerard's heart told him this was no illusion, no hallucination born of grief. He was sucking on his own fingers, licking them clean in an almost feline way. Knowing Frankie as he did, Gee got the impression he was doing it just for Gerard's benefit.

"You're too weak to move yet, lover," Frank told him, shaking his head as Gerard tried again to get up. "You lost a lot of blood." He grinned, as though enjoying this as some clever play on words. Gerard suddenly saw them. Fresh, white, snakelike fangs, gleaming in his mouth in place of his incisors. Not missing the direction of Gerard's gaze, Frank ran his tongue over them slowly and deliberately. "Handy little buggers. Kinda sexy too, wouldn't you agree?"

Gee swallowed painfully, stretching wounded tissue in his throat. Frankie… sweet, innocent little Frankie. What had happened to him? Gerard could again feel tears burn the back of his eyes, and wondered if he would start crying again. He didn't seem to do much else lately.

Frankie stood up and leaned over him, putting one knee beside him on the bed. Gee shuddered, feeling helpless and not liking it. He held his face in his hands, stroking the cheekbones with his delicate Frankie fingers, fingers that danced across guitar strings and magically transformed meaningless noise into song.

"Don't be afraid, Gee," he crooned. "It's me, hmm?"

"I'm not afraid," Gerard tried to say, but again it came out barely a breath.

"It's always Vampire Gerard, Superhero Gerard, undead Gerard, Gerard Way's coming to your house to suck your blood, unleash the fucking bats," Frankie went on mockingly, as though Gerard had never tried to speak. He giggled, pushing his face very close and licking coyly at his lips. "Pretty Gerard. You can be like me too, baby." He tilted his head, lifting his chin just slightly, but enough to give him a stretch of smooth, exposed skin on his neck. "All you have to do is drink."

Gee shook his head, dismayed. The awesome impossibility of it all was overwhelming. Frankie had been dead, just a few minutes ago.

"How?" he croaked.

"Got bit."

Well, that solved that dilemma.

"Frankie…."

He pulled back again, sitting up. "It's amazing," he breathed, and his eyes were shining as he said it with a fanatical, internal light. "We can be together, Gee. Forever."

Forever. The word tugged at his heartstrings. They had promised each other forever, before Frankie's… death.

They could be happy again.

Frank lifted one of his own wrists almost nonchalantly and stared at it intently, as though contemplating. He picked up a small metal tool from beside his deathbed, raised it, and used it to cut a small wound into his wrist. There was a thin line of blood that quickly pooled and began to run down his arm as Gee watched, sickened and fascinated at once.

He lifted that wrist to Gerard's lips and used his free hand to gently lift his head from the pillow. "Shhh," he soothed, like he was a child having a nightmare. "It's going to be alright, Gee. I promise you. Drink. Otherwise, you're just going to die."

Another moment ticked by as Gee simply stared up at him, searching his face desperately. Too weak to give any greater consent, Gerard opened his lips. Frank understood. Or maybe he had known all along, it didn't matter. He lowered the wrist to his mouth.

Gee created a seal with his lips and his tongue probed gently at the wound, slowly licking it clean of Frankie's blood. Real blood? What did vampires have in place of blood?

Almost immediately, Gee could feel his energy returning. He still felt cold, but no longer like shivering. He began a slow sucking motion, which awarded him a soft gasp from Frankie. Gee felt his hand touch the back of his neck, urging him slowly upwards, closer.

Gee used the muscles that had moments ago lain dormant with lethargy, pushing himself into a semi-sitting position. He pushed Frank's wounded arm away and sputtered a few times. The metallic taste of blood was on his lips and strong in his mouth, making him cough almost violently for a second or two.

Frankie peered down into his face, half-hidden by his disarray of hair. Frank touched it tenderly, pushing it away gently, with patient hands.

Without warning, Gerard moved, a flash of teeth and a flurry of motion, and in the blink of an eye, he had latched himself fiercely to Frankie's neck. His teeth sunk down and he made a threatening, hissing kind of noise as he closed his hands on Frankie's arms with bruising force.

The taste filled his mouth again, strong and somehow evasively sweet, and he could feel his own blood surge. He didn't even have to swallow, the sweetness filled his mouth but seemed to disappear on it's own, presumably through the sharp, gleaming fangs newly grown where his human incisors had once been.

Frankie laughed a sort of crazy laugh and pushed on Gerard's chest, getting an arm between them. "Easy lover. We don't have to feed on each other you know."

Gee growled his protest, deep in his chest. "But it's fuuuun."

Frankie slapped him lightly on the butt. "Lemme go, Gerard."

Reluctantly Gee raised his head from the warmth of Frankie's neck. Their eyes met for a second. Gerard's were glowing obscenely green and bright, shining with the samel kind of light he often bore in the middle of a show, screaming out loud and humping the microphone. How many times had he and Frank humped, kissed, and groped in public? Far too many to count.

Frankie snapped at him playfully, and laughing, Gee grabbed him and they both toppled over on the bed. Their lips met and they nuzzled, kissed, and caressed, sucking blood from each other's lips until both were clean.

"Aww, Gee," Franie cooed, petting him. "It's going to be alright. We're going to be together now."

Gee nodded, understanding. He and Frankie had given each other forever. Neither could go on without the other, and now, here they were, undead. And together.

Frankie stood. For the first time, looking around the room, he realized they weren't actually alone. Frankie's nurse, the one that had so vehemently tried to deny Gerard access to the room to be with Frankie in his last moments, was bound to the wall in the far corner of the room, looking positively sickened and terrified. Apparently she had watched the whole scene, and her hair was rippling loose and unchecked across her shoulders.

Frankie grabbed the binding holding her to the wall and yanked it free with one sharp jerk. He dragged her across to the bed and tossed her over it.

He grinned. "Gee, you look so pale. Eat something."

"Gonna join me?"

"You know it, baby."
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