Gerard barely slept that night. The pills made him jittery and he his hands shook badly when he took his medication. He didn't let Frank see though.

Frank was currently lying beside him. He hadn't been asleep for long. Only about twenty minutes or so. He was still curled against Gerard's side, breathing softly. Gerard's trembling, quaking hand reached out to stroke his hair, but he pulled back. Something inside of him was screaming at him not to touch Frank.

How could someone as dirty and disgusting as Gerard ever be able to touch Frank? He was so... so pure and everything Gerard wasn't. And anyway; he didn't want to wake Frank up. He was just falling into a deep sleep.

Gerard rolled over, sighing and closing his eyes. Gerard stared at the wall in front of him. The entire wall was made of glass, giving a beautiful view of the sloping hills and thick clusters of trees. Gerard liked how secluded it was. There was no need for curtains in the house because there was nobody around for miles. The house was located on top of a hill too, mounted amongst a small empire of dying pale trees, waiting for the spring to bring back life to their bare limbs.

Gerard tossed and turned but it was no good. He sat up, rubbing his face and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, tossing back the soft white sheets that had taken on a blue-ish hue under the glowing light of the moon. He left the bedroom, pausing in the doorway to look at the small pale body lying in the huge white bed. He smiled softly and left the door ajar.

He wandered aimlessly around the house, growing restless before deciding to sit down and watch the TV. It was about four in the morning so he didn't get his hopes up too high. He sat down on the brand new, pristine couch, tucking his feet underneath him and switching on the TV.

He managed to find a re run of today's news and settled for that, trying to tell him self he wasn't watching this to hear more about Frank. He waited and stiffened when Frank's face appeared on the screen.

"Police have confirmed further leads on the case of Frank Iero, a eighteen year old boy from New Jersey. Frank was last seen in his hometown of Newark last Friday night.

It's been confirmed that the disappearance of Frank and the death of his girlfriend Jamia Nestor are linked, but the police are not naming Iero as the killer. Police suspect the pair were planning on going to California and have alerted authorities over there that-"

"Gerard?"

Gerard turned around saw Frank stood in his oversized Maiden t-shirt and boxers, hair sticking up all over the place. He was groggy and sleepy, but his sleep induced state soon vanished when he saw what Gerard was watching.

"Oh," he murmured softly, his body going still and his arms hanging loosely at his sides.

"They're looking for you over here in Cali now. Well done Frank," Gerard muttered bitterly.

"I don't... I don't know what you want me to say Gerard."

"You can start off by apologising."

"What? I didn't do anything! I haven't done a single fucking thing and you want me to apolo-"

"Don't give me that fucking bullshit Frank! I told you! I told you to behave and nowthis has happened! Are you stupid Frank?! What if they find you?! What if they try and take you away from me?!"

"But Gerard, I don't understand what I did!"

Gerard got up and started advancing towards him and Frank's heart began to race, scared beyond all sense of the man in front of him.

"What do I have to d to make you see this is your fault?" Gerard hissed, seething.

"I'm sorry Gerard, I'm so sorry, please don't-"

Frank was kind of expecting the brutal punch in the face, but it didn't make it hurt any less. He gasped out and flailed backwards, stumbling straight into the expensive looking lamp on the coffee table.

They both watched as the lamp fell and shattered, the pieces of pale porcelain slicing Frank's ankles and feet. Frank didn't notice the stinging pain. He just stood there clutching his bruised cheek and split lip, staring blankly at the broken lamp.

He was pretty sure this was the end. This was when Gerard would snap and he would lunge for him, beat him until he blacked out and then Frank would wake up tied to a kitchen chair and Gerard would make him sorry he ever upset him.

Gerard was about to grab Frank by the throat and hold the small teenager against the wall, but when he saw the tears start to fall down Frank's face, he lost the urge immediately.

Frank just stood there, crying as if he didn't even realise he was doing it, clutching his face and staring at the broken lamp like it was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen.

So Gerard just turned away, refusing to look at Frank and went to get a dustpan and brush to clean up the lamp. He swept every piece up and got rid of it and then retrieved the first aid kit and knelt down in front of Frank.

Frank finally moved when he felt Gerard tending to his bleeding, sliced up feet, wiping away the blood and putting plasters over the worse of the cuts. Gerard then stood up and pried Frank's hand away from his face.

"I love you and I'm sorry," was all Gerard said.

He leant in to capture Frank's lips in a soft kiss. Frank didn't move. He was still too shocked, but as Gerard stroked and petted his hair, he realised that maybe if he gave Gerard what he wanted, all of this could be forgotten about and they could just pretend it had never happened.

Frank kissed him back, sliding his hands up to rest one over Gerard's heart and the other looping round his neck. Gerard deepened the kiss, tongue working its way into Frank's mouth. Gerard jerked their bodies together with a wanting yank on Frank's hips, the feel of the bodies pressing together making them both gasp out loud.

"I'm sorry," Frank gasped, knotting his fingers in Gerard's hair as he moved down to work on Frank's neck.

"Baby, you don't have to be sorry," Gerard panted, biting Frank's skin and then licking over it soothingly. "You know I'm not angry at you."

"But I-"

"But nothing. Just... Sssshhhh. Forget about it. Let me take care of you sweetheart," Gerard purred into Frank's ear soothingly, but yanking his hair a little at the same time.

Frank groaned heavily, Gerard's words going straight through him. "Oh fuck, Gerard, I-"

"You're talking too much baby," Gerard said in a breathy voice, making Frank's knees go weak. "Just let me make you feel better. I promise I'll take good care of you."

Gerard gave him a soft nick of his teeth on his throat as he said it, Frank knowing exactly what he wanted. He hated that he wanted it too, he hated that he was so turned on by Gerard, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to, no matter how much he hated this.

Well, he didn't hate it enough to willingly let Gerard take him back upstairs to the bedroom though.