Chapter 6: Rain
The slam of Frank and Phil's bedroom door resounded through the house. The sound was soon echoed by the rumble of thunder overhead. Phil sank back into the cushions of his favorite chair, eyes bright with frustration and guilt. He had to admit, he'd grown quite comfortable with their current living situation. Even though it sounded like a strange idea, Phil slept quite well at night knowing Frank was safe day in and day out, cloistered at home and protected at night by the faithful vampires. But that was not the Frank he fell in love with. The one he'd secretly loved all these years was a Frank Hardy full of life and adventure, who took risks to help people and bring others to justice.
If he held Frank back, he was no better than that overbearing bastard Eric who had been responsible for hurting Frank so badly. Then again, there was a part of Phil's brain that felt justified for wanting things to stay the way they were right now because of Eric.
Eric hadn't been the one to witness first-hand the damage that had been done to Frank. He didn't get to see the silent tears in Frank's eyes when the morphine would wear off and he was unable to effectively alert anyone that he was in pain. Eric wasn't there to comfort Frank from the night terrors as he relived his torture and confinement in his sleep. Nor had he seen the setbacks Frank endured from the second surgery, the weeks and months of physical therapy, the pride on Frank's face when he could walk free of the walker, the despair when he's scared himself on his first attempt in months to drive.
No, Eric hadn't gone through any of that with Frank. Phil had. He and Joe and his family and friends were there for every milestone of the older Hardy's recovery and had cheered him on. Why on G-d's Green Earth would Phil want to see Frank put himself in a situation where he could wind up in mortal peril once again?
Phil sighed. Nope, he couldn't treat Frank like a child anymore. It wasn't fair to Frank, and it wasn't fair to their relationship.
Phil withdrew from his musings after a flash of lightening and crack of thunder shook him. He noticed Amy scrolling through her phone for G-d knows what and Biff was texting someone. He'd been vaguely aware they that they had been speaking among themselves while he was in his daze after Frank stormed out.
"I guess I'll go talk to him." Phil muttered as he started to get up.
"Give him a minute. He just got off the phone with Joseph." Amy said quietly, not looking up from her phone. A loud bang and clatter could be heard, followed by a few muffled curse words. Phil was startled, but Amy and Biff seemed just as blasé as nothing had happened. Damn their overly sensitive hearing.
"Now?" Phil asked tersely. Biff sighed audibly and Amy shrugged.
"Now would be good." she replied and Phil launched himself to the bedroom door before he realized he had no idea what he was going to say to Frank, or at least, how to say it so it made sense to anyone other than himself.
He knocked softly on the door.
"Frank, Babe?"
"Come in." Frank said thickly. Phil stepped in to see the lamp usually Frank's bedside table was knocked onto the floor, the shade was bent and the ceramic ginger jar base was broken in about five different pieces. "Sorry about the lamp…I… I just…" but he didn't finish. He sat there slumped on the side of the bed. Phil then saw Frank's cane, lying halfway between the bedroom and en suite bathroom, and Frank's cell phone had thankful landed on the throw rug just in front of the dresser.
Phil lowered himself next to Frank and gently covered his fiancée's hand with his own.
"Joe called a few minutes ago… He said he came home this evening and Vanessa was throwing up so badly that she looked dehydrated. They just got back from the Emergency Room."
"Is she okay? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's "wrong" per se, nothing an IV and some soda crackers couldn't fix. She's pregnant. My little brother's going to be a father." Frank grinned bitterly, Phil's eyes widened in surprise.
"Well, that's great, I guess. I mean, this is a good thing, right? I know they're still newlyweds and just starting out…"
"Oh yeah! Joe's on cloud nine. He's scared shitless, but happier than someone without good sense." Frank said.
"Then, may I ask what all this," Phil motioned to the mess on the floor, "was about?"
"Me, being a brat and feeling sorry for myself." Frank said sheepishly. "I gave him and Van my best and hung up. Then I had a little hissy fit." He squeezed Phil's hand and looked into those amber and hazel eyes. "I'm scared, and I'm frustrated with myself. I'm worried I'll never be normal again, that I won't be able to take care of you, or anyone else who comes along."
"Babe…" Phil turned on the bed so he could look at Frank better. The brunette's chocolaty-brown eyes were red-rimmed with unshed tears.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I was out of line and you've taken such good care of me and sacrificed so much…"
"Shh…. It's okay. You're entitled to have a blow up at least once a year." Phil smiled, Frank sniffed and laughed inelegantly. "I don't think we'll ever truly be even in the self-sacrificing department, Mr. Hero. But I do it because I love you."
"I think the pot is calling the kettle black, Mr. Scaled-down-a-chimney-and-kicked-vampire-ass." Frank chuckled.
"So, are we good?" Phil whispered.
"Why are you whispering?" Frank leaned forward.
"I dunno." He met Frank halfway and kissed him. Frank wrapped his arms around the raven-haired man and buried his face in the other's shoulder. The house shook again from the concussion of the thunder outside.
"Would you say this is our first fight?" Phil asked. Frank raised his head to think.
"I believe so…"
"Hot damn!" Phil sat back excitedly.
"What?" Frank sat up straighter, but Phil leaned in with a conspiratory look on his face.
"Make up sex!"
…..
"You genuinely care for Frank and Phil, don't you?" Biff said from out of no where. Amy looked up from her phone, an eyebrow quirked.
"Was there ever a doubt?"
"I've listened to my grandfather's stories all my life. Anytime he came across a human and vampire relationship, the vamp was getting a hell of a lot more out of it than the human ever would." Biff put his phone on the coffee table and scooted to the edge of his seat. "He never mentioned a vampire doing something selfless like what you and Zeke are doing for my friends. I keep racking my brain to figure out what you could gain from all of this. But I can find nothing financial, and certainly not sexual. They're not letting you feed off of them, as far as I know…"
"They are not…"
"That's what I figured. So what is it then?"
"Let me ask you, Allen. What was there for you to gain by attacking the Hersher Mansion and retrieving Frank?"
"Easy, I got my friend back."
"Why do you protect him?"
"He's always been there for me, especially after my dad died. And he and his brother have saved my hide more than once. It's just the right thing to do."
"So why is it so unbelievable that my little brother and I do the same? Frank saved us, too."
Biff shook his head in disbelief.
"I've just never met a vampire that didn't have an angle."
"And until your grandfather, I had never met a hunter that would permit someone like myself to leave his sight alive."
"He was definitely one of a kind."
"That he was."
Amy's phone suddenly tweeted. After she answered it her face became serious.
"So are you willing to put our differences aside to concentrate on protecting the people we care for?"
"For now." Biff answered after a moment. "But the first hint that you've got some sort of agenda…"
"Good, Ezekiel saw some suspicious movement a few blocks from here and he's tracking it now. Care to join us?" Biff nodded and they both stood to leave. At that moment Phil stepped out of the bedroom holding the bathroom's waste basket full of ceramic lamp shards and the crumpled shade.
"Where are you two going?" Phil asked.
"Ezekiel saw something, we're going to check it out." Amy said quickly as she headed for the door. "Tell Frank we'll see him tomorrow night when he's feeling better." Surprised, Phil turned to Biff.
"You're going together?"
"If we're going to work together, we may as well start now. I'll call you if we see anything." He patted Phil's arm and the vampire and the hunter dashed out into the night. Phil could feel a cool wind blowing up with the promise of rain. He hoped they found whatever Ezekiel was tracking before the oncoming storm washed away the scent.
…..
Later that evening Frank had showered and was exiting the bathroom when he saw Phil sitting on the edge of the bed, a box in his hands.
"What's that?"
"A compromise." Phil said as he patted the space on the bed beside him. Frank joined him on the bed as Phil opened the lid. Inside the box were dozens of vials of vampire blood.
"Phil…"
"I know you don't want to mess up your physical therapy. But you obviously can't take PT while you're down in New Orleans. It would make me feel a lot better about you going if you fortified your system with this."
"Phil, I don't want to become dependent of that stuff to get by on a daily basis."
"You don't have to. You can stop taking it when you get back. But please, if something happened to you… Just this once, please." Frank sighed and took vial from the box. He held it up to the light.
"You don't have PT scheduled tomorrow."
"Okay, okay! Would you mind getting me something to chase it with? The one time I've had this…"
"Yeah, it's an acquired taste. I usually take it in the morning and follow it with coffee." Phil left the bedroom and returned with a glass of iced tea. He watched as Frank choked the serum back, and accepted the glass of tea from his fiancée.
"I'll get my shower now, any hot water left?" asked Phil.
"Yeah, you'll be fine." As Phil closed the bathroom door, Frank removed his glasses and stretched out in bed.
He was physically and emotionally exhausted from the half day of work and the meltdown from a few hours before. Frank closed his eyes and allowed his body to relax. Rain had begun to patter on the rooftop and soon he was asleep.
Sometime later Phil crawled into bed, he was glad to see Frank sleeping peacefully. Phil kissed Frank's relaxed forehead and snuggled down beside him. He felt Frank stir and a warm arm encircled his waist. Frank's fingers fanned out and explored Phil's chest, then wandered over his ribs and traveled downward to trace out his hipbone.
"I believe you mentioned something about make up sex?" Frank whispered and proceeded to trace the outer shell of Phil's ear with his tongue.
"I do believe I did." Phil grinned and rolled over to face Frank.
"Have you been on the using the vampire blood for long?" Frank had a curious look on his face, and Phil was beginning to wonder where this was going.
"A few months, just in case something happened to Amy or Ezekiel. Why?"
"So you've been holding back. Remember when you carried me out of the mansion? You could bench press the bed, couldn't you?"
"Uh, maybe. Frank, please tell me this is going where I hope it is, and not an argument."
"Oh yes, we'll get there. But I don't want you to hold back tonight. Fuck me Phil." He grabbed Phil by the shoulders and rolled both of them so that Frank was on his back and Phil was on top of him.
"Whoa! Frank!" Phil was shocked to say the least. He knew the vampire serum was fast-acting, but he wasn't expecting the ease with which Frank pulled him. He couldn't help but laugh in delight at the look of mischief in the brunette's eyes. It was a look he hadn't seen in a very, very long time.
"Just remember Baby, you asked for it." Phil grabbed Frank's wrists and pinned his fiancée to the mattress.
Their kisses were a mess of teeth and tongues and lips. Frank rutted up against Phil, experiencing a freedom of movement he hadn't felt in a long time. He shifted and wrapped his long legs around Phil's waist, digging his heels into the dark haired boy's buttocks. Phil released one of Frank's wrists and scrambled for the bedside table, searching blindly for the little bottle of lube he knew to be in the corner.
Phil sat up, clicked open the bottle's cap and poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He rested the ankle of Frank's bad leg on his shoulder as he reached down to prepare him. Frank hissed at the initial intrusion, but relaxed quickly, reveling in the feel of Phil's finger in him. A second was quickly added, scissoring and stretching the tight muscles. His fingers ran over Frank's prostate and the brunette's breath hitched and he threw his head back.
"Ah! Oh mah G-d!" Frank panted.
"Mmm… That feel good Baby?" Frank couldn't answer verbally, but he nodded and gasped again as Phil exacted the sweet torture again and again.
"Do you feel up for trying something?" Frank nodded again and opened his lustfully dazed eyes to look at Phil. Phil put a hand under Frank's back and helped him sit up. He supported Frank's weight as he encouraged Frank to wrap his legs around his waist again. Frank steadied himself as he held onto Phil's shoulders while his fiancée took himself in hand, slicking up his cock before lining it up with Frank's ass.
Then slowly he began to lower Frank onto his cock. As Frank sank down onto Phil, he unwrapped his legs from around Phil's waist and straddled his lap. Although Phil was supporting Frank's lower body, he relinquished control and let Frank set the pace. Once Frank was fully impaled on Phil's cock he took a moment to adjust to the new position and the different sensations it produced.
Phil leaned back a little, resting his upper body weight on his palms and locking his elbows. Frank followed forward and kissed him. In doing so he rose up slightly, then pushed back down. He too then leaned back and supported himself with one hand on Phil's knee, the other hand was around his own leaking red cock.
"I wish you could see yourself. You are a sight fucking yourself on my cock while you jerk off." Phil moaned lowly and thrust his hips upward hard, catching Frank a little off-guard. But he caught on to what Phil was starting, and bounced slightly on his knees. They began a rhythm of tandem thrusting and bouncing, harder and harder, causing the box springs to creak and groan in protest.
Frank leaned forward again and captured one of Phil's tanned nipples between his teeth, earning a particularly hard thrust that hit his prostate again just right.
"Gah! Fu… Phil, not gonna last much…"
"Uh uh, not yet. Don't cha do it!" Phil commanded. Frank grasped Phil's shoulders to steady himself, digging his fingers into the firm muscles he found there. Suddenly Phil grabbed Frank's hips and held on firmly as he laid back, continuing to thrust his hips upward, but with more power because he had more leverage.
"Ahhh… fuck Frank! You're so damn hot 'n tight. C'mon! Now!" That was all the encouragement Frank needed as the heat that had been pooling exploded within him. His cum shot out all over between his abs and Phil's chest. His muscles clenched down hard around Phil, causing his fiancée's hips to stutter and rut wildly, finally releasing and filling Frank up. Once he could feel the pulsing of Phil's cock cease, Frank collapsed onto the other's chest, blissfully exhausted and panting.
"That was…"
"A-fucking-mazing." Phil finished, out of breath himself. "How's your leg?"
"Izfine." Frank mumbled drowsily.
"No, no, don't fall asleep on me yet. We gotta get cleaned up." Phil poked Frank in a well known ticklish spot on his side. Frank sat up surprised he actually had the energy to do it after such acrobatics.
"Wow, I'm not as tired as I thought I would be."
"See….?" Phil chided. Frank smirked and gently eased off of Phil. When he stood from the bed it took only a minute to get his land-legs back. Phil held up a hand in an unspoken request for assistance. Frank pulled him up and in fluid movement, hoisted him up over his shoulder.
"Holy Shit! Frank what are you doing?"
"I thought you wanted to get cleaned up." Frank answered as he turned and carried Phil to the bathroom.