Life is but a Dream for the Dead

"So how's Christa?" Gerard asked, chewing his fingernails as he lazily held the phone to his ear. "Good. The baby's due next month. She's excited," Ray replied, softly smiling, getting that look in his eyes whenever he talked about his wife. "I'm happy for you Ray," Gerard told him quietly, a small smile on his lips. "You'll be great parents." "Gerard... We were wondering... I know it's late to be asking you this, but would you consider being Godfather?" Ray asked slowly, after many pauses and breaths. "I mean, you don't have to, but I just don't think we'd want anyone else-" "It would be an honour Ray. I mean it. Thank you," Gerard interrupted him, sounding completely sincere and honest. "It means a lot to me." Ray smiled again. "Of course Gerard. Thank you for accepting." "As if I would say no!" Gard teased him, grinning. "I'm going to be the best uncle that baby will ever have!" Ray rolled his eyes, but his smile only grew bigger. "Don't make me regret this! If I found out you're planning on leading my son astray, you'll have hell to pay Way." Gerard snorted. "If he's anything like his dad he won't need any encouragement to be led astray." "Christa's going to kill me," Ray mumbled, shaking his head. "You have no idea how much she's been threatening me if our son gets into any trouble and it's my fault. That woman knows far too many ways of killing a man with a rolling pin." Gerard laughed, his eyes crinkling up in the corners. "You're totally whipped Raymond. Whatever happened to the guy I knew a few years ago?" Ray raised an eyebrow. "He got married to the girl he loves. And speaking of relationships... How's darling Frank?" Gerard shrugged. "He's not really talking to me." "Oh? You two fall out over who's turn it was to wash the dishes?" Ray smirked. "No. I put his guy in the infirmary for a few weeks and he won't accept that he's technically supposed to be mine now. And he doesn't believe that I'm going to get him out of here." "Sounds like you two have some issues," Ray commented. "Something happen?" "I raped him." Silence. "You, Gerard Way, are a complete and utter heartless cunt." "I know. My temper isn't that easy to control." "That's not an excuse or a reason Gerard and you know it." "I'm doing everything I can to fix things." "Gerard... That's not something you can easily fix." "I'm trying Ray." "Alright." There was silence for a few minutes before Gerard sighed and bit his lip. "How much longer till I'm out?" "No more than two weeks. We're working on it. Your dad's moving things along as quickly as he can, but as I said before, this is a difficult one." Gerard just nodded. "Thank you Ray." Ray sighed and stared sadly at the young man in front him behind the thick pane of glass. "I don't like to admit this Way, but I'm missing you, you spoilt son of a bitch, even though you're a complete bastard." "Yeah. I miss you too Ray." *************************************** "Why does nobody ever visit you?" Gerard asked. "Why do you think?" Frank mumbled, not looking up from the book that was in his lap, his head bent over and his hair falling in his face. "I would have thought your family would at least visit you." "Gerard. I haven't seen my parents in six years. I was a homeless whore in New York for all that time. I don't have any friends and as far my parents are concerned, I'm dead." "But there must be someone..." Gerard insisted, his voice not sounding confident at all. "Everyone has somebody." Frank snorted. "What, you think my old pimp is gonna come and visit me? He's probably in jail too. I don't have [i]anyone[/i] Gerard." "But what about your friends from school?" "I didn't have any. Nobody liked me, apart from my creepy ass History teacher who tried to feel me up once," Frank replied coldly.

Gerard stared at the young man before him who was barely an adult, feeling nothing but pity for Frank and the need to be someone for him, someone that cared about him. "That's really sad Frank." "It's just the way things are." Gerard got up and walked to Frank, gently sliding the book out of his lap and pulling his fragile body close. "Things will be different when you leave here. You can start again."
"I'm not getting out Gerard. There's nothing you can do. And even if you did somehow manage to get me out, do really think I would have anything to go to? I'd just go back to being a worthless crack whore." "Don't say that. I wouldn't let you end up like that again." "What makes you think I would have anything to do with you if I got out?" Frank asked flatly. "I'm not letting you out of my sight Frank. You're mine now," Grard told him quietly. "I'm not a possession Gerard," Frank spat at him, glaring at him viciously. "I know. I never said you were." "Then stop fucking treating me like I am and talking to me as if I belong to you," Frank told him sharply. "If this is your way of trying to convince me I want you, it's not working." "Tu appartieni a me," Gerard whispered in his ear. (You belong to me.) "Lo non appartengo a nessuno," Frank replied icily. (I don't belong to anyone.) "Che cosa succede se ti ho detto che ero il tuo? Non voglio che nessun altro Frank," Gerard breathed against his cheek, his hands curling around Frank's hips. (What if I told you I was yours? I don't want anyone else Frank.) "Odio quello che fai per me," Frank muttered under his breath before closing the distance between their faces and kissing Gerard softly. (I hate what you do to me.) Gerard groaned into Frank's mouth and pulled to younger on top of him, resting his hands over Frank's curved ass, digging his fingers in just enough to make Frank gasp and roll his his involuntararily into Gerard's. "Shit Gerard," Frank whispered against his lips. "You better not be lying to me."
Gerard rolled them over, pinning Frank beneath him. "I would never lie to you." Frank hesitated, his palms sliding down the smooth, hard planes of Gerard's chest. "I... just tonight Gerard." Gerard's face softened and swiped his thumbs over Frank's prominent cheek bones. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer." Frank just rolled his eyes at him and kissed him again. He felt himself being lifted from the ground and carried to the bunk beds, falling down onto the bottom bunk with Gerard, their limbs tangling together. It didn't take long their clothes to be flung from the bunk and onto the floor. Gerard pulled back from Frank to observe him slowly, his eyes absorbing every detail of Frank's body. He trailed his cool fingertips down Frank's slightly toned chest and stomach, over the ink that was starting to glisten with sweat and heat. His fingers stopped at the scar that ran along Frank's lower stomach, touching it with wonder. He'd always had a fascination with that particular scar Frank had. It was so deep and thick and long. It had clearly been an attempt to kill Frank. "Who did this to you Frank?" Gard whispered. "The man that I was arrested for killing. He was just another john. I had no idea he would do what he did," Frank replied gently. Gard leant down and kissed all along the scar's bumpy, smooth surface, Frank shuddering at the sensation of Gerad's lips. Gerard moved lower until he was kissing down Frank's olive skinned thigh, his teeth lightly grazing over the soft skin. Frank bit his lip and moaned as Gerard trailed the tip of his tongue back up his thigh, purposely avoiding Frank's crotch, teasing Frank and raising goosebumps all over his body. "Gerard, please," Frank whispered softly, threading his fingers through Gerard's thick hair. "Please." Gerard smiled and reached up to kiss Frank's mouth deeply, tongue dancing over Frank's teeth and lips. Gerard drew back a little breathless. "God, I fucking love kissing you," Gerard whispered heavily. "It's like the first time all over again." "You're talking too much," Frank murmured, dragging his blunt nails lightly down the alabaster skin of Gerard's back. "I want every part of you," Gerard told him, nuzzling his head into the crook of Frank's neck, placing small kisses over his throat. "I'm making it last Frankie." Frank moaned as Gerard circled his tongue over his nipple, clamping his lips over the small nub of dark flesh as he skimmed his hands over Frank's arms. Gerard groaned into Frank's chest as he tugged his hair softly, pulling him up for another kiss. Gerard kissed down his collar bone and over his shoulder, down the sleeve of tattoos to Frank's wrist where he stopped and observed the thick, deep scars laced over Frank's skin. The scars were vertical and jagged. "Oh Frankie," Gerard breathed, planting butterfly kisses over his thin wrist. Frank blushed and swallowed. "It was a long time ago." Gerard shifted Frank so that he lay on his stomach and kissed from the nape of his neck to the small of his back, rubbing his thumbs into the dimples on either side of the bottom of his spine. He kissed back up each sharp bump of Frank's back, his heart clenching at how thin and scarred he really was. "Gerard," Frank murmured. "Gerard, please, come on... I really need this, now." "Anything you want Frankie," Gerard replied into the inked and scarred shoulder of his cell mate. Frank turned over and Gerard kissed him again, his hands smoothing down his sides and resting in his hips, his fingers gripping them tightly. Frank hooked his legs around Gerard's waist, opening his mouth for the fingers that traced over his lips. He coated the digits with saliva right up to the knuckles, flicking his tongue over them briefly.
Gerard kept one hand firmly placed on Frank's hip, his thumb subconsciously stroking over Frank's scar as he slid his index finger inside of Frank, leaning his head against his chest. "Gerard," Frank breathed out softly, his eyes fluttering shut as Gerard another finger in. "You don't have to be so gentle with me. I won't break." Gerard just smiled and kissed the hollow of his throat and crooked his fingers, causing Frank to arch up, his head thrown back and his mouth gaping open in a silent scream. "[i]Cazzo[/i]," Frank gasped breathily, his eyes rolling in his head, his nails raking down Gerard's arms. Gerard smirked and reached under the bunk for the box of condoms that had been discarded under there. Frank just lay there, watching him with heavy lidded eyes, his teeth biting into his lower lip as Gerard rolled the condom on. Frank spat into his palm, encircling Gerard in his hand and stroking him, lathering the spit over Gerard's member. Gerard groaned and made a soft noise in the back of his throat, biting down on Frank's neck and sucking.
"Jesus Gerard," Frank mumbled heavily, laying back down when he was satisfied with how well lubed up Gerard was. Frank gasped as Gerard sank into him, clinging to the strong, defined arms that held him close. Gerard pushed in all the way until they couldn't get any closer. They stilled and stayed in that position for a few moments, their breathing heavy and laboured. Gerard's hands caressed every available inch of Frank's skin as he slowly began to rock into him, the younger man beneath him whining softly. Frank tangled his inked fingers through Gerard's hair and pulled insistently, causing Gerard to gasp, his hips stuttering forwards, deep and hard. "Gerard," Frank whispered into his neck, moaning with every breath. "Gerard, I need - I need more, I-" "Tell me how you want it Frankie," Gerard breathed, his breath ghosting over Frank's chest, gripping his tattooed skin so tightly there would be bruises in the morning. "More, just more Gerard, I need [i]all of you[/i]," Frank gasped. "Fuck, Frankie, yeah," Gerard groaned. He rocked into Frank with an animalistic force, thrusting into Frank and making him cry out each time their hips slammed together. Frank writhed in Gerard's arms, unable to even stay remotely still, the pleasure making him squirm uncontrollably.
They moved together in a heated daze of tangled limbs and sweat, both of them gasping and moaning. Frank shuddered as he came, bucking up into Gerard frantically, choking out his name slurred along with a string of Italian curses. Gerard lost it, his rhythm faltering and his eye rolling back in his head as he held on to Frank as if his life depended on it. "Frank, Frankie, [i]shit, oh, oh, fuck[/i]," Gerard cried out, biting down on Frank's shoulder and drawing blood. Frank whimpered as Gerard kissed him fiercely, their hands clenched in each other's hair. They finally broke apart, regaining their breath and staring into each other's eyes. Gerard brushed his thumb over Frank's lip where he had bitten it, sucking on his lower lip and tasting the metallic pang of blood. Gerard slowly pulled out of Frank, causing him to make a desperate mewling, whining sound, clinging to Gerard. "Sleep down here with me tonight," Frank whispered, pleadingly staring at his cell mate. Gerard didn't need to be told twice.

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