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As a bloodsucker creature of the night, Gerard -- as well as the rest of the coven -- don't sleep much, once or twice every moon cycle , during the day, during the night, it didn't really matter. Time ago all of them would use up the entirety of a day and a night in order to recharge their energies, usually on a new moon, never on the full.
Frank, on the other hand, slept a more normal amount, by human standards, in a more frequent schedule. All the same his sleep schedule was not as settled as Gerard would like, his enjoyment of night activities, either with the rest of the coven or by himself, made Frank stay up stubbornly late.
It's for this, maybe, that Gerard has now adapted to sleeping more frequently, if for shorter periods of time. He has found this to be the most efficient way of convincing the werewolf to achieve his much needed sleep. He would lay down with Frank when he was turning in for the night as well as during his naps in the middle of the day. Sometimes, he would close his eyes and join Frank in his slumber or he would just cradle Frank close in his arms, not sleeping just basking in the peaceful presence of the wolf and taking in the soft noises Frank made in his sleep, chest heavy with adoration. Other times, he would bask in the quiet atmosphere and make the most of it by reading a book or writing in one of his many beaten up, black journals.
There were nights, were the coven would go out hunting and Frank wouldn't tag along, opting for sleeping the night away, too tired to be truly helpful for the vampires' goal. In those nights, Gerard would lay with him , lulling him to sleep quietly while satisfying Frank's infinite crave for physical affection, showering his face in kisses and petting his hair until Frank would be fast asleep and the coven ready to go, the night long since settled. Only then would he leave the small omega, tucked securely under the huge piles of thick, soft blankets kept in what was once Gerard's bed. He thinks it's ridiculous,how cold Frank gets all the time, even while being constantly buried in the thickest, warmest layers of clothing available. So since Frank had taken to claim Gerard's bed as his rightful nest and Gerard himself as his favorite pillow, the collection of blankets has grown and taken over. He didn't complain, temperature was something he didn't feel, so the blankets weren't a particular bother, they kept Frank, which was something he couldn't help with, as much as Frank would glue himself to Gerard's side, snuggling impossibly closer to him, there wasn't any existent body heat that he would be able to steal.
Under the cumulative heap of fluffy blankets, Frank seemed even smaller than he already was. He feared for little Frankie being swallowed by the blankets.
To say the least, Gerard's heart ached in the best possible way, filling with a strikingly warm love, adoration and the overall need to protect his small omega. Just tuck him close by his side under his arm, let Frankie hide his tiny face in his chest and make sure nothing ever huts him again, even if that is the last thing he does; he would see the end of his days content knowing Frank would never be hurt again.
He was brought back from his mulling thoughts by something nudging his leg.
He blinked out of his stupor , glancing away from the book lying open on his hands, he wasn't paying attention. Looking down he was met with what he considered one of the loveliest, softest sights he was granted the ability to admire. Frank was sitting in between Gerard's legs, factions relaxed still victims of their sleepy heaviness, hazel eyes looking up at him tiredly with droppy eyelids that caused his dark lashes to cast over the round cheekbones like spiderwebs being blown away in the sweltering summer breeze.
Gerard didn't really breathe anymore, the old unnecessary habit having died years ago, but, recently, he had found his lungs filling with air as his unconscious mimicked Frank's breathing pattern as the laid together.
Frank reached a hand up to rub at one of his eyes while a yawn broke opened his mouth, tiny sharp teeth barely shining in the afternoon glow. The book was placed aside to the side table by the armchair Gerard sat in, placed in an otherwise empty corner of the bedroom. His hand reached down, long fingers threading tenderly through Frank's chestnut locks, curling gently at the ends towards his face. Frank's head lolled to the side and rested against his thigh, the act so casual and easy that it seemed second nature for Frank to be pressed against him in any way possible.
"Hey, pup." He mumbled softly, just to keep Frank from falling asleep again. Frank mumbled something back in between heavy lips, not fussing around when Gerard's fingers retreated from his hair to brush the curls falling over his forehead away. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He questioned, keeping his tone warm and quiet in order to not disturb Frank's calmness. He didn't expect much response from the omega, he could feel the pleased haziness wrapped all around him. Gerard thinks he nodded, but it could have very well just been Frank nuzzling his face against his thigh, practically purring in his search for more soft caresses. He chuckled at the behavior but didn't neglect the desired attention, that would just be plain cruel, his nails dragged lightly across his scalp and he felt Frank melting under the loving touch.
"Gee..." Frank mumbled groggily in that sweet little voice he had, he yawned again, closing his eyes and settling comfortably against Gerard's leg, seeming perfectly content with just going back to sleep sitting up on the floor.
Gerard couldn't help a charmed smile, Frank wasn't even trying, so he reached down, bypassing Frank's whine and hauling him up by his armpits to resettle the omega on his lap, pulling his arms around his small frame. Frank produced a contented, chirping noise and made himself comfortable, excited with the change of locations. He rested his head on the crook of Gerard's neck and took the hand not embracing him into his lap so he could fidget with the long digits. A sweet smelling aroma flooded out of him in pure happiness, making Gerard's senses go dizzy for a moment as his insides pulled him to the thrilled omega and, vaguely, he wondered if there was anything specific he had done to trigger this overboard of Frank's happy pheromones.
"Someone's excited." He commented amusedly, watching endeared as Frank played with his fingers, bending them and twirling the ring around his forefinger.
He giggled and pushed his face against Gerard's neck, squirming cheerfully. Gerard's breath shagged when Frank's aroma only intensified, hitting him with a wave of newfound thrill. He moaned gravelly and tightened his arm around the small wolf. "You need to calm down, Frankie." He struggled, rubbing circles on Frank's hip in an attempt to slow him down.
Frankie shook his head, pressing impossibly closer. Tiny, sharp teeth dig themselves into the pale expanse of Gerard's neck, right over his useless jugular, making him hiss. The familiar smell leaving Frank made his body relax, mind numbing hungrily as a warm feeling of belonging flooded his chest, weighting his stomach and leaving electrical jolts littering the back of his head and spine. Frank was rubbing his face all over his throat, purring contently as he made sure to coat the vampire in his scent.
Gerard groaned and slacked back against the plush armchair, letting Frank's bliss sink into his being, wave after wave of pure contentment raining over him, making his desensitized nerve ends shake like struck with gentle, caring lightning.
It always felt strange, being scented, not in a bad way, because it didn't feel wrong, it was just different from anything else he had ever experienced and it still caught him off guard many times, how his feelings were heightened and fused with Frank's own and how he could still tell what was going through Frank's head for days after, him feeling like a warm presence in the middle of Gerard's chest.
Although soon enough, Frank deemed the task completed and pushed away slightly. The loving weight settling comfortably in Gerard's chest where it belonged, his head still hazy. The bond between them tightening and becoming practically palpable to the both of them.
Everyone in the coven had long since grown used to the everlasting smell of werewolf around the mansion but it was undeniable that Gerard smelled noticeably more than anyone else, they weren't able to discern the difference made from Frank's specific pheromones clinging possessively to him. The marking of Frank's belonging smelled, to the vampires, exactly the same as Frank sitting on a chair would. Even if more prominent, everyone's nose just stopped registering it after a simple couple of seconds around Gerard. They blamed the amount of time their leader expended with the omega, he was bound to smell more than the others -- not that anyone cared at this point.
Even if the scenting resulted to be kind of useless, failing in it's goal of announcing to the world that Gerard was in fact taken, Frank didn't relent, taking up any opportunity given to do so. He always looked so proud of himself afterwards, eyes bright and cheeks flushed that Gerard didn't have it in himself to reject him, the butterflies erupting in his stomach every time could have been a gift from the pheromones or simply Frank's angelic face making his body come back to life on it's own.
"Alpha." Frank declared in a cheerful chirp, finishing rubbing his scent gland against Gerard's neck.
Being a vampire, Gerard wasn't fit to be Frank's alpha, mainly because he simply wasn't one, he didn't have the physiology and was therefore unable to scent and claim Frank. This didn't stop Frank from identifying him as his alpha. Maybe because Gerard was the one who nursed him back to health as a pup and welcomed him into his family, maybe because Frank's submission and loyalty were chosen, nothing prior to their relationship establishing a power dynamic between them, Gerard wasn't his shire and Frank wasn't one to quiet down and take a beating, he would tell Gerard off when he didn't like something and he wasn't scared of confronting him, by this Gerard was charmed. Maybe it was just destiny, Gerard likes to think in the shadows of the night, when it's just him and the silence.
Gerard may not be able to scent Frank but that wasn't an excuse for him to not mark him. He enjoyed watching Frank jump around full of energy, his neck littered in bruises and bite marks that he sported proudly, eagerly encouraging Gerard to remake them once they started to fade away. Gerard also took great pleasure in the occasional taste of Frank's blood. He used to worry in the beginning, about taking too much and hurting Frank on accident, but they soon found themselves in an easy rhythm, Frank quickly became fond of the rush the venom gave him and he welcomed the way the blood withdrawal left him lightheaded. Gerard, on the other hand, delighted in tasting his lovely angel.
This occurrence didn't take place very frequently, Gerard always wary of Frank loosing too much blood. Wouldn't do him any good either such frequent exposure to his venom no matter how high werewolf's tolerance may be. So since Gerard wasn't able to feed off him as often as Frank would like to get marked, he took comfort in their other antics, perfectly content with whatever Gerard decided to grant him, he was never disappointed.
"Pup." He groans with a voice that isn't quite his usual shire range but is somehow more stern and soft, this tone always so firm and gravelly that it never failed to make Frank halt to a stop and round his full attention to him.
Frank's head shot up, tilted down as he looked straight at Gerard through his eyelashes, pupils blown and cheeks rosy in a perfect display of respect to his alpha. His hands reached clumsily to grab onto Gerard's shirt. A hand came through Frank's soft hair, pulling gently and he tilted his head back obediently. Gerard leant down to press a light kiss over his scent gland, making Frank whine needily.
"You're so fussy, angel." He mumbled against the warm skin, lips barely hovering above in order to reach over his jaw and less than a breath away from Frank's own.
He tried to join their mouths together but Gerrad's hand in his hair made him jerk back, denying the plea. A low chuckle left his throat in amusement at Frank's whining but he conceded with a small smile, joining their lips softly. Frank made a small, happy noise and, pulling on his shirt, attempted to pull them closer. It didn't really work but Gerard did free his hand from the silky locks to wrap tightly around the back of his neck, so he let a pleased hum get muffled into Gerard's mouth, the contact still too chaste for his liking.
Gerard was still trying to get him to a less rushed headspace, he could tell. Soft, innocent touches to throw him back into a relaxed bliss. That's why, although Frank's efforts, Gerard still pulled away, hand cradling the nape of his neck as he dropped fleeting kissed all over his face, loudly smooched kisses placed over the bridge of his nose, his cheeks and his forehead, all of them causing Frank to giggle.
Eventually, he settled, curling on himself against Gerard's chest and humming pleasedly at the lips still pacing softer and slower over his face. Gerard pet his head gently, adding further to the calming touches as he attempted to tame the mess of chestnut curls to no avail.
"There we go, all calmed down." Gerard mushed, pressing a final kiss to the top of Frank's head before cradling him to his chest, rocking them gently. "All good, Frankie?" He asked quietly.
Frank nodded, squirming happily in his arms as he pushed his face against Gerard's chest. He chuckled, resting back and rubbing circles on Frank's back soothingly. He felt intoxicated, surrounded and drowned in Frank's intense, sweet smelling pheromones, constricting his insides and sending leftover waves of euphoria over his brain.
Not for the first time he found himself thinking about this being the most perfect way to pass the infinity of existence, with the prettiest little thing wrapped around him and not a care in the world.