Life is but a Dream for the Dead

The tiny part of Frank's mind that had told him this was a bad idea had shut up as soon as he'd let Callum kiss him. "So you're telling me that you want the heavier shit today then Frankie?" Callum smirked as Frank kissed his neck and his jaw, feverish with desperation. "Yeah," Frank breathed heavily. "I'm going out of my fucking mind Cal, that stupid fucker Way won't leave me alone. I need to relax." "Way? I thought you said he wasnt interested in you anymore?" Callum asked sharply, pulling Frank away from him and holding him at arms length, studying his face. "He has, he just... Having to share a cell with him is driving me crazy." "What if I don't want to give you anything? You've not exactly been around all that much lately Frank. I don't think you deserve it." Frank groaned. "Cal, please, I'll do anything, just give me something, I don't care, I just need to-"
Callum shoved him away and sent him falling to the ground. "You know what? I think you've gotten too confident Frankie. I don't think you realise how good I am to you, how lucky you are." "But-" Callum kicked him in the stomach, winding him and shutting him up. Frank just looked away and stayed where he was. This was how Callum wanted him, grovelling on the floor, completely pathetic. "I think you need to earn it of you want your smack," Callum said flatly. "You're fucking worthless, it's about time you started earning it. You can do a couple of favours for me if you want it." "No Cal, please don't whore me out, I'll do anything but that, you know I will!" Frank begged him, trying his best to not cry. "Aww, don't worry baby," Callum sneered, spitting at Frank. "You know I won't let any of them fuck you up any worse than I do." Frank just stared at him pleadingly as he walked away from him, a single tear racing down his face. **************************************** "Who died?" Gerard asked dryly as he looked up from rolling up his joint, surveying Frank with a raised brow. Frank didn't seem to hear him. He just slumped down on to his bed, staring blankly at the wall. Gerard watched him for a while before sighing and returning his attention to the joint he was busy constructing. "How did you know I used to... Used to sell myself?" Frank whispered, his voice cracked and broken, looking at Gerard with watery eyes. Gerard shrugged. "Someone told me. Said they used to see you round a lot on street corners, getting in to cars with random guys and coming out of alley ways. You're not as invisible as you think Frank." Frank just blinked and returned to stare at the wall, his face drained of all colour. "Callum said he's going to start lending me to guys because I wanted him to get me my skag." Gerard stopped, just as he was about to light up his weed. "What?" Frank didn't reply. He just closed his eyes, even though it made no difference to the tears streaming down his face. Gerard saw his opportunity and took it. He crossed their cell and moved Frank to the side, sliding his tiny, thin body onto his lap and stroking his hands through his hair. He kissed Frank's neck softly, travelling his mouth up to his chin and stopping just below his lips.
"I thought you were clean." Frank shook his head. "Used to be. I only ever took it once, but that was when I was on the streets and I was on everything I could get my hands on. But you... you're driving me fucking crazy Gerard and I need to just get out of my head. I need to take something to make you go away." "I can get you whatever you want Frankie, you know that right? But I'd never who're you out. I'd just keep you to myself," Gerard whispered huskily, grazing his teeth down Frank's throat. He shuddered in Gerard's arms and swallowed heavily, opening his eyes to look at Gerard. "No." Gerard shifted them so that he had Frank pressed into the mattress, hovering over him and bringing his face close to Frank's, so close he could see every little mark and pore of his skin. "You [i]know[/i] you'd have it so much better if you were mine. You could have everything Frank and it wouldn't cost you anything. You know you want to leave Callum, I can see it in everything you do. You just won't let yourself see that you want me instead," Gerard purred into his ear. "Gerard, stop, please," Frank breathed, his voice weak and trembling. "I don't want this. I don't want [i]you[/i], and I don't want Callum either. I just want to forget." "I can make you forget, I can make it better Frankie. You don't have to take anything for that. You just have to let me help you," Gerard murmured, kissing Frank from his temple down to his jaw and up again. Frank breathed in, shuddering as Gerard lent down to kiss him. He kissed back slowly before pulling away and shoving Gerard in the chest. "Gerard, I mean it, I don't want this," Frank insisted, his heart sinking at how pathetic he sounded. "But you do," Gerard replied, pulling Frank even closer and running his hands up his ugly orange shirt, sliding his hands underneath the material and skimming his palms over his sharp ribs. Frank's eyes fluttered closed and he bit his lip. "Get me my smack and I'll think about it." Gerard smirked. "I thought it was supposed to be the other way around. You let me fuck you and I let you have your skag." Frank shuddered as Gerard dug his blunt fingernails into the flesh on Frank's hips, his body jerking forwards and rolling against Gerard. "If you want me that badly then you'll do it," Frank whispered. "I know you will." "I think you know me a little too well Frankie," Gerard breathed against Frank's scorpion tattoo before laying him back down on the bunk bed and kissing him hungrily. ******************************* By the time night had fallen Gerard had returned to their cell, the drugs hidden amongst his clothes. Frank watched him as he came towards him, kneeling down on the floor and laying out the equipment. Frank watched in fascination as Gerard expertly started the process. Frank slid to the floor in front of him and Gerard reached for him, kissing from his wrist to the crease of his elbow before pushing his his sleever up and wrapping the belt tightly around Frank's arm, just above his elbow. He then turned his attention back to the kit in front of him. He lit the small tea light and held the spoon above it, his eyes glazed over as if he'd done this a million times before. Frank bit his lip in anticipation, his heart thrumming with excitement. Gerard pulled him close and kissed him deeply, his tongue gliding over Frank's lips and his hands stroking down his body. Frank shuddered as Gerard bit his lip and drew away, leaving him breathless. Gerard dipped the small cotton ball into the warm liquid in the spoon, letting it soak up the drug completely. He reached for the needle, carefully sliding it into the cotton ball and withdrawing the white, brownish liquid from it. There was something so intimate about it all that Frank could feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck, the pulse of his heart and the blood rushing through his veins, the dull throb of his arm where the blood had been cut off below the belt. He gasped, biting back a moan when Gerard's hand slapped the veins in his elbow, the greenish blue lines bulging from Frank's skin. Frank held Gerard's gaze as he pierced the needle into Frank, injecting him with the heroin he'd been craving all day. When Gerard was done, he tossed the needle aside and drew Frank into his lap and placed him on the bottom bunk as the drug began to work its way through Frank's body. He stuffed the kit into a bin bag and tossed it into the corner of the cell and lay down with Frank, his limp body easily lying across Gerard's lap. He stroked Frank's hair and face, kissing the visible bare skin of his neck and collar bones. "Feels like being wrapped up in...in warm stuff. So soft," Frank mumbled thickly after a while, his eye lids half closed and his face slack. Gerard just kissed him, Frank not seeming to even notice there was another mouth over his. Gerard rubbed his thumbs over Frank's sharp, protruding hip bones, his fingers resting over the deep, long scar on his lower stomach. Frank sighed softly, his hands curling up into Gerard's hair as he held him like a limp doll, stroking his scar. "Thank you Gerard."

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