I Never Told You What I Do -Frerard-

Gerard - Me
Frank - Foreverblood

Gerards about 17 still in Highschool but his dad runs an undertaker/funeral director business so he's grown up around dead bodies and started working in thje morgue at about ten. He found he was attracted to the bodies and bassiclly starting being sexual around them whenever his fatehr left the room or when he started the embalming process on his own at around 15.

"Right, male John Doe, mid to late 30s by the looks of him, get me the scapel Gerard" Donald ordered as he investigated the clipboard in his hand.

Gerard grabbed it, stopping himself from drooling ovber the body in front of him. he was older than his usual type but still hot as fuck.

Donald took the scapel and began cutting down the line he'd drawn on his chest so he could get inside it. "Are you okay?" he asked, his sons behaviour around the bodies worrying him lately.

"Fine" grunted gerard, looking in "Cause of death seems to be a failed liver"

"Good boy" suddenly the doorbell rang "You do the rest" Donald said, snapping off his gloves and giving the scapel to Gerard before he left.

Gerard grinned to himsel;f. walking to the corner and switching ogg the cameras and walking back over to the body. He leant over and kissed the dead mands lips hard.

Donald answered the door to a member of the school board coming to talk to him and Gerard about the latter going to the high school. He let her in and went to get Gerard.

Gerard had pulled awat at the sound of the door opening, continuing wioth the autopsy as if nothing had happened. Blood covered his hands as he looked up "Who was it dad?"

Donald raised an eyebrow "Soemone from the school, you need to wash up and come upstairs" he said before leaving.

Gerard groaned and pulled off his apron, wiping his hands on jhis jeans before ascending the stairs.

He'd yelled and stropped and done everything he coulod but, despite it all, his father sent him to the school. he even drove him there in the fucking hearse, because people wouldn't stare at that.
He was still sulking when he walk into his first claqss of the day.

Frank looked up as a boy stormed into class and threw himself into the chair in front of him and gaped because holy fuck he was cute. He poked him in the back "Hey" he grinned as the boy turned around.

Gerard scowled at him "What do you want?" he hissed, still reeking of blood from that morning.

Frank scooted back a little "I was just saying hello...ar-are you new here?"

"ObviouslY" snapped Gerard, going back to what he was doing.

"Yesh, no need to jump down my throat, I was just trying to be nice".

"leave em alone" muttered Gerard, staring at his drawing.

Frank didn't give up though, leaning over Gerard's shoulder "That's awesome" he grinned

Gerard scrunched it "Terrible" he dismissed, starting a new one.

Frank scrambled after the ball of paper and unsrunched it "Are you kidding me, this is so awesome" he said

"no iot's noty" growled Gerard, scrunching up yet another one.

"You cannot be serious" Frank laughed "What;s your name Mr. Amazing Artist?"

"Gerard" he muttered. Finally lookinga t Frank "And don't lie to me, i could kill you in three hundred different ways and I have the knowledge to make it untraceable. i've been performing autopsies since I was ten"

Frank's mouth dropped open "Dude, are you serious? That's so cool!".

Gerard raised an eyebrow "Really? I stink of blood pretty much 24/7"