Frank’s scream got lost somewhere in his throat and he couldn’t do anything but stare. The ache in his lungs reminded him that he wasn’t breathing and he couldn’t really care right then.
He’d just watched Jamia die.
“Frankie?” Gerard asked worriedly. “You don’t look so great. Are you gonna throw up or something?”
Frank slowly turned his head to look at Gerard, not really believing what had just happened.
Gerard cut the ropes and Frank’s body decided to give up and he sagged to the floor where Gerard quickly pulled him up again.
“Are you okay Frankie?” Gerard asked, staring at him with concern.
“What… what’ve you done?” Frank breathed, staring at Jamia’s mutilated body.
Gerard pulled Frank close hugging him tightly. “It’s okay, Frankie, don’t worry. We can be together now, you don’t ever have to worry about her ever again. She’s not in the way of us anymore.”
Frank’s body was numb and his mind seemed to have stopped working. Gerard sat him down on the chair and handed him a glass of water.
Frank just held the glass, staring at Jamia’s body. Gerard sighed and picked up the bag he’d brought with him.
It contained sealed bags of hundreds of different people’s hair. He started to scatter the hair all over the house where he’d been, over every surface he could. When he’d done that he returned to the kitchen and dumped the rest of the hair all over the kitchen.
Frank watched him blankly. “What are you doing?”
“Getting rid of any evidence,” Gerard answered.
“By covering everything in hair?”
“Yeah. If there’s millions of different people’s hair all over the house, how will anyone find out who did all of this? You couldn’t arrest anyone because there’s so many different types of DNA everywhere,” Gerard answered as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “No solid evidence this way.”
Gerard then turned to Frank and smiled. “Come on, let’s go.”
Frank’s numb legs refused to stand so Gerard sighed and helped him up, holding his hand as he guided him out of the house. He shut the door and then pulled Frank across the street to his house. He opened the door and pushed Frank inside. He peeled off the stretchy rubber gloves he’d been wearing.
“Wait there,” Gerard instructed him and disappeared.
Frank stood, waiting, still numb and completely in shock.
When Gerard returned he held a pair of car keys and a rucksack. He’d changed his clothes and any trace of blood was gone from his skin.
“Come on Frankie,” Gerard grinned and grabbed his hand. He dropped the rucksack and keys and then tugged Frank up the stairs.
He pushed him into his bedroom and instructed him to sit on the bed. Frank did as he was told, still waiting to wake up and for all of this to be a dream. Gerard handed Frank clean clothes that were free of blood and then looked Frank up and down.
“Wait, we should get rid of the blood first,” Gerard decided.
He led Frank into the bathroom and switched the shower on. The sound of the rushing water brought Frank back to earth and he blinked rapidly. He winced and backed away from Gerard who was smiling at him softly.
“We can shower together!” Gerard beamed. “Won’t that be fun? I’ve always wanted to share a shower with you Frankie.”
“I don’t want to,” Frank said as Gerard grabbed his hand and pulled him towards him.
Gerard leaned in and his arms snaked around Frank, one hand slipping up the back of his shirt. “You’re mine Frank. You do what I tell you to.”
Part of Frank wanted to give in, but a stronger part of him wanted to get the hell away from Gerard.
But then the image of Jamia’s body flashed in his mind and he decided he should do what Gerard says.
So Frank let Gerard undress him, his breath hitching in his throat when Gerard’s fingers hooked the waistband of his boxers and slowly tugged them down.
“Get in,” Gerard told him and began to rid himself of his own clothes.
Frank stepped into the shower, glad there was separation between him and Gerard, even if it was only a shower curtain. But that didn’t last long and soon Gerard was stood beside him.
Frank shivered and looked away as Gerard’s soapy hands caressed his skin, washing away the blood. He reminded himself that he should be scared out of his mind right now, that he shouldn’t let Gerard touch him like this. But part of him, even if it was only a tiny small part, wanted to feel Gerard’s hands against his skin.
Frank gasped when Gerard’s hands travelled up his inner thigh to his dick and wrapped around it.
“What a-” Frank began but Gerard cut him off by placing a finger over his lips.
“Ssh. You’ll love it,” Gerard whispered in his ear.
Frank’s head fell back against the wall of the shower and a low moan came from his throat as Gerard stroked him slowly.
“You see?” Gerard murmured. “You like that, don’t you baby?”
Frank could just about stand up, his knees going weak. Gerard smiled as more moans emitted from Frank, the sounds going straight to his dick.
“Tell me you like it Frankie,” Gerard told him. His voice was low and husky, but there was something demanding threaded through it, something that told Frank not doing what Gerard told him would cost him. “Tell me you want it.”
“I-I want it,” Frank groaned, his eyes slipping closed as the heat building up in his stomach grew. “I’m… I’m gonna-”
“No,” Gerard told him. “Not till I say you can.”
“But I w-”
“I told you Frankie. You do what I tell you to,” Gerard growled, his hand speeding up.
“Fuck,” Frank gasped, biting his lip. “Please Gerard, oh God! I really fucking-”
Gerard cut him off, slamming their lips together and kissing him fiercely. Kissing Frank was so much better than he’d thought it would be. And it was what he thought about most of the time. He’d waited for years to kiss Frank and now he finally was, he didn’t want to stop.
“Can I?” Frank whimpered, pulling away.
Gerard sucked on his neck, wanting to mark Frank as his. “Yes.”
A few seconds later Frank’s mouth hung open in a silent scream and he came, barely able to stand up.
Gerard smirked, pleased that this beautiful creature was now his and could do whatever he wanted with him. He could make each fantasy he’d dreamt up over the years finally come true.