Gerard seriously loved the fact that Mikey worked at Starbucks. It was awesome, because he got free coffee and as long as he had free coffee, he would always be happy.
Mikey called him on Thursday, “Hey, fuckface.”
Gerard rolled his eyes. “What?”
Mikey laughed, “They moved me to the night shift tonight. Are you going to be okay? You know, with your transformation and all that?”
Gerard rolled his eyes. “I’ve been a werewolf for years, Mikey. I think I can handle one full moon on my own.”
“Well, I didn’t know. You’re all fragile and shit.”
Gerard scoffed. “I am not!” He paused before he whined, “Mikey! Take it back!”
Mikey chuckled, “Love you, bro.” And then he hung up.
Gerard frowned at his cell phone, contemplating annoying Mikey until he took it back, but he didn’t feel like it. The moon was already getting to him. He felt itchy and really fucking horny. Which wasn’t unusual on the full moon. It just sucked that he never had anyone to share these days with. He hadn’t for quite some time.
That night was horrible. He always hated transformations like this. Some of them went by quickly, but this one felt like it lasted for years. The pain ripped through him, almost making him feel like he was going to pass out, but he didn’t. And then finally, once it was over. He felt so free. It was always awesome when he could just run around the forest and not have to deal with being trapped between four walls.
In the morning, he felt horrible. It felt like everything hurt. Which, he guessed, it kind of did.
The next day, he finally felt great enough to go out and get some Starbucks. It sucked that Mikey wasn’t working in the morning hours anymore, but he supposed he could get some now and just get a lot more once Mikey actually went on his shift.
Once the clock told him it was seven, he hurried down the stairs from his apartment, grinning to himself as he stepped out of the complex and began his short walk to Starbucks. It was always great that Mikey worked at a Starbucks so close to him.
Mikey smiled at him from behind the counter, dodging Pete’s arm as he waved at Gerard. “Hey, Gee. The usual?”
Gerard nodded his head. “Shit, yeah. I’m so sad you’re working the later shift now.”
Mikey rolled his eyes. “How do you think I feel?”
Pete laughed and shot Gerard a grin. “You fucking freeloader. It’s okay. We still love you.” He wrapped his arm around Mikey’s waist then and kissed him briefly on his forehead.
Gerard shook his head. “You do know Mikey has a boyfriend, right? His name is Ray?”
Pete shrugged his shoulders and held up his hand, bringing two of his fingers close together. “I’m this close to getting Ray to share. For real.”
Mikey shook his head and turned around with Gerard’s order in his hand. “Keep dreaming, Wentz.”
Pete pouted and then went to help the next customer.
Gerard laughed to himself and smiled at Mikey, taking his drink from him. “Thanks, Mikey.” And then, he found himself almost slamming the drink down onto the counter. What the fuck was going on? There was something wrong. It was like someone was intruding on his space. But that was ridiculous. There weren’t any werewolves nearby. Not that he knew of. But no, this felt wrong. This wasn’t a werewolf encroaching on his space. It was something else.
He briefly noticed that Mikey was staring at him with a concerned expression. “Gee? What’s wrong?”
Gerard managed to shake his head. Finally, he turned around, staring at the front door where a guy had just walked in. He was really pale, had black hair that fell in his face a bit and from where he was standing, Gerard could just make out a scorpion tattoo on his neck. He sniffed the air briefly, glad for his advanced sense of smell, and then he immediately recoiled against the counter. He smelled wrong He was an enemy. Gerard could tell that.
And that was when it hit him. This guy, whoever he was, was a vampire.
He growled, low in his throat, and fixed the stranger with a glare. Mikey reached out and touched his shoulder, causing Gerard to flinch away from him. He couldn’t concentrate on that now. There was an enemy here. He realized he probably looked ridiculous, but the wolf in him really didn’t like this guy.
All too quickly, the guy was at the counter and smiling at Pete, ordering something that Gerard couldn’t quite make out. He watched the guy in silence, as he got his drink, walked past him and then froze in front of Gerard. He turned a little bit, his eyes settling on his face and then it was faint, but Gerard could definitely hear it. The guy hissed at him. Oh, they probably looked like two really fucked up dudes. But this was his territory. He had to protect Mikey. He couldn’t let some vampire ruin everything.
The vampire shook himself before he kept walking, over to one of the tables in the far corner, before he sat down and proceeded to glare at Gerard.
Now, Gerard wasn’t blind. He could see that this guy was obviously very attractive. But his hatred for his kind won out over that. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but werewolves and vampires had always hated each other.
He turned to look at Mikey, who was now looking at Gerard like he was crazy. Gerard shook his head, he wasn’t sure that Mikey would get it. “I’ll be right back.” He grabbed his drink and walked over to the table the vampire was sitting at and sat down across from him. He sneered, “What are you doing here?”
The vampire laughed. “It’s a free country, dude. I wasn’t aware that this place had a strict ‘No Vampires,’ policy. I’m surprised they’d let dogs in, though.”
Gerard growled. “You better never call me that again. I’ll rip you to shreds.”
Something dark flashed in the guy’s eyes then, like he was super pissed off. Or maybe turned on. Gerard couldn’t tell. The vampire grinned then. “Is that a problem, wolf?” And then he stood up. “My name is Frank. I’ll see you around.”
As he passed by Gerard, his fingers brushed his shoulder. Gerard bristled, wanting to snap at Frank, but he knew they had already caused enough of a scene. He couldn’t risk anyone finding out about him. Not right now.
Later that night, as he was walking with Mikey back to his apartment, Mikey elbowed him in the side. “What was up with you and that one guy?”
Gerard shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a little weird.”
Mikey stopped where he was, raising an eyebrow at Gerard. “Really? You’re a werewolf, Gerard. How can this get any weirder?”
Gerard sighed. “He’s a vampire, Mikey. Okay? The guy’s a vampire and we’re like, mortal enemies or whatever. I can’t stand him. I would kill him if I could, but I figure I’d probably go to jail or something.”
Mikey frowned, before he nodded his head. “I guess that makes sense.”
Gerard huffed out an exasperated breath. His little brother. So weird.
Two days later, he was having lunch with Mikey when he said something that made him freeze with his pizza slice halfway up to his mouth. “Say that again?”
Mikey rolled his eyes. “I said, Frank was at work again last night. He asked for you.”
Gerard sighed and set down his slice of pizza. “What did you tell him?”
Mikey shrugged his shoulders. “Only that you weren’t coming by. I told him your name.”
Gerard frowned. “Mikey,” he whined, “why the fuck would you do that? I hate him!”
“I’m pretty sure you think he’s cute. At least, that’s how you were looking at him the other night.”
Gerard slumped down in his chair. His brother knew him too well.
Gerard stayed with Mikey every night that he worked for the next week, but he didn’t see Frank. He felt a little sad. He hadn’t done anything. Growled at the vampire, sure. But that wasn’t his fault! It was in his nature.
He waved to Mikey as he stepped out of the Starbucks for a cigarette. He had been smoking a lot in the past week. This whole ordeal with Frank had him set on edge. He knew he was attracted to him and there was just something that made him want to know more about him. He just wanted Frank there. In that instant. Even though he hated him for being a vampire.
“Hey,” someone breathed in his ear.
He jumped and was almost surprised to see Frank. How the hell had he snuck up on him like that? He laughed nervously, not quite sure what to do with himself now that Frank was here. “Hello.” He sounded stupid, but he didn’t care. He could vaguely feel the wolf in him pawing at his mind, trying to coax him into snarling at Frank. But he could push it away. For now.
Frank grinned at him and bounced on his toes a bit. “Look, I know we’re supposed to hate each other.” Gerard opened his mouth to talk, but Frank rushed on with his words so Gerard couldn’t talk. “And I know we’re two different kinds of creatures, but I really like you. It’s strange. I don’t even know you.” He laughed, waving his hands around a bit before he bit his lip, frowning at Gerard. “But can I at least have your phone number?”
Gerard stared down at his shoes, not sure how he could contemplate everything Frank had just said. How was this possible? He knew he pretty much shared the same exact feelings for Frank. There was something primal about it, almost. He wanted to take Frank and fuck him against every available surface. Maybe ride him on his bed in his own apartment and then afterwards he could let Frank drink his blood. He was pretty sure Frank would want that, right?
Frank waved a hand in front of his face. “Did I completely cross a line? It’s fine if you want to like, hate each other for the rest of our lives or something.” He chuckled, “Although, don’t blame me if I try to cop a feel every once in a while.”
Gerard shook his head. “No.”
Frank’s face fell and he took a step back. “Well, okay.”
He turned to walk away, but Gerard was fast enough that he was able to turn him around and pin him to the wall. He grinned at Frank. “I meant, no, you didn’t cross a line. I kind of feel the same way and it’s been confusing the hell out of me because I don’t know you. But I kind of want to fuck you?”
Frank laughed. “Oh, thank God! I want to fuck you too!”
Gerard grinned, not being able to help but think that this was definitely the weirdest conversation he had ever had in his life. He leaned forward and kissed Frank slowly, pressing his tongue lightly against his fangs, before he pulled back and smirked at him. “Now, there’s a lot you’re going to have to do before you get me into bed, you know. I mean, I expect dinner and a movie and some coffee at least.”
Frank rolled his eyes and pulled Gerard closer. He nodded his head towards the Starbucks. “Well, I can get you coffee right now? Our first date.”
Gerard nodded his head. “I’d love that.” He kissed Frank briefly on the lips. “But I think I want to kiss you some more before we do that. Is that okay?”
Frank didn’t even answer him, instead he just pulled Gerard forward, turning them around so that Gerard was the one pinned to the wall before he basically shoved his tongue down Gerard’s throat.
Gerard smiled into the kiss, trying not to make it too awkward, but he just couldn’t help himself. He figured there would be a lot of things about Frank that would make him act out of character. And he was completely okay with it.