"It's the same as it's always been, and always will be..."

I held my breath and looked at the brothers, my heart pounding as I waited for them to say something. Mikey spoke first. "What do you mean?" He asked as he pushed the door closed and crossed his legs underneath him.
"Exactly what I said." I whispered. "It's not the first time it happened, these dreams, feelings. Its part of the problem I was put in the orphanage. I kept having these weird dreams that people were going to get hurt and things were going to happen to them so I would try to save them. Over time, they migrated into me watching my own death and it sucked. I did everything I could to avoid it but I still had to watch it. One of them came true, but I wasn't home so uh...it happened to my family instead." I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, the memory tearing holes in my mind.
"What happened?" Mikey asked, speaking for Gerard.

I stepped through the front door, the smell of copper fresh in my nose. I dropped my keys into the bowl and walked forwards, feeling along for the light switch. "Dad?" I called, waiting for a second before calling out again. "Mom? Where are you guys?" After a five minute wait without a reply, I wandered slowly up the stairs, the bottom of my shoes sticking in something on the wood. I looked down, a gasp leaving my lips when I saw the pool of blood.

"Loopy loo?" I muttered as I walked to Liam's room, my breathing hitching when I saw the trail of blood leading to the closet. "Loopy?" I asked as I tugged the door open. "Where are you Loopy?" I searched through the pile of clothes and came up empty handed, my heartbeat the only thing I could hear.

My feet lead me to my mom and dad's room, my hand hesitating on the door knob as I prepared myself for what I would find inside. After taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open, a strangled cry leaving my lips as I saw them, naked and bloody, laying on the top of their covers. "Mom? Dad?" I asked, my eyes scanning for my little brother.

I ran over and reached my hand out, checking for a pulse. When I couldn't find one, I openly screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. "Loopy Loo!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my heart shattering in the silence as I waited for a reply.
"Fwankie!" I heard from the closet, strangled sobs reaching my ears. I ran, my feet pounding against the mahogany floor.
"Loopy." I muttered as I pulled the door open, his fragile body sat in the corner, blood dripping from multiple wounds. "I've got ya buddy." I muttered as I climbed into the closet with him, wrapping my arms around his already cold body.
"Fwankie, are mommy and daddy okay?" He muttered, his teeth chattering, his voice low. I bit my bottom lip, not looking forward to lying, but looking forward to telling the truth even less.
"I don't know Loopy, you were the first one I found." I whispered, cringing at the blatant lie.
"I'm sorry Fwankie." He muttered as he drew in a ragged breath before going still.

"That's how they found us, Liam in my arms, my mom and dad sprawled out naked on the bed, all three dead. Apparently it was rape then murder, but Liam was fine, he didn't get raped, his was just killed, and I know that sounds brutal, but at least he didn't get hurt." I paused and took a deep breath. "The coroner found a note in my dad's chest cavity saying that whoever did it wanted me, but because he couldn't have me, he had my parents instead. They caught him, he's been locked up ever since."
"Frank." Gerard muttered, his lips against the skin of my forehead. "I am so so sorry." He whispered, his voice choked up.
"Don't apologize." I muttered, stifling a yawn. "Can I...?" I began.
"Sleep here? Sure." Gerard said. "Mikes, we can talk more in the morning, I think Frank's tired."

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I stood under the stream of water, grateful that Gerard's parents didn't seem to confused as to why their son's new friend suddenly appeared in the middle of the night. I think the hardest part to explain was why I went so red when Gerard walked down in his boxers with his hair ruffled.

The heat from the shower was giving me something else to think about, the way each drop hit my body or the way that the heat radiated from my back round to my front. Gerard had laid out a towel for me and told me to help myself to his clothes, so I turned off the water and climbed from the shower, holding onto the edge of the bath for support.

Once I had the towel wrapped firmly around my waist, I stepped from the bathroom, looking either way before walking to Gerard's room, closing the door softly behind me. A low whistle caused my to spin around, my hand dropping to the towel as it began slipping over my hips. "Ge..Gerard..." I stammered, my face rapidly heating up. "I thought you were downstairs."
"I had to get a different t-shirt." He muttered, his eyes on the floor in front of his feet. "I can turn around if you want?" He asked. I bit my bottom lip, flinching at the taste of blood.
"You don't have to." I whispered, my voice low.

His head shot up, his cheeks bright red as his eyes widened. "I mean it." I muttered as I stepped towards his drawers, pulling the top one open to grab some boxers out. I held them in my hands as I tried to work out how to get them on without dropping the towel, my face going red and my heart pounding as I realized there was no feasible way to do it. I muttered a low "shit" under my breath before dropping the towel and stepping into the underwear, my cheeks on fire as I heard Gerard gasp.

When I turned round, his cheeks were red, his eyes averted, his hands tied in knots by his waist. "Uh..." He muttered as he raised his head.
"Shh." I sighed as I stepped closer, my hands wrapping around his waist. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder before he sighed, his chin coming to rest on top of my head.
"Why do you do this to me?" He growled seductively.
"Do what?" I asked, completely oblivious to what he meant.

Gerard grabbed my hand and moved it, placing it on his crotch. "Do that..." He muttered. I felt my cheeks burst into flames as the blood rushed to them, the red on par with a fire.
"Uh..." I whispered. "I don't know..."
"I don't either." He muttered before leaning down and capturing my lips. I felt his hands slid down my sides, his fingers tracing patterns on my flesh. I gasped as Gerard squeezed my butt lightly, his hands sliding to my thighs so he could pick me up, my legs tangling themselves round his waist.

Gerard stumbled backwards, collapsing onto his bed, my chest hovering mere inches from his. I groaned into the kiss, biting his bottom lip as his fingertips slid below the waistband of the boxers, his fingers brushing my bare ass. I slid my crotch downwards, rubbing myself against Gerard, choosing the second he parted his lips to slip my tongue inside, flicking my tongue as his hands slid round the front, his hands tugging me closer against him.

"Oh god!" I groaned as he thrust upwards, the movement making me even harder. "Goddamnit Gee." I moaned, leaning down and pressing my forehead against his. Our breathing matched in pace as Gerard closed his eyes, his hands still against my bare ass, my hands tangled in his hair. "I've..." I began, my cheeks going red. "I've uh... never done it before." I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'll be careful." He whispered, his voice hoarse. I bit my bottom lip, taking a second to think before nodding, leaning down to press my lips against his, sucking his bottom lip in between my teeth. He kissed back, his back arching and pressing his clothed erection against my crotch.

"Gerard!" Mikey yelled from outside the door. "We gotta go soon." Gerard groaned, his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the pillows.
"Goddamnit." He groaned low enough for only me to hear before speaking louder. "Sure, we'll be out in a minute." He threw an apologetic look at me before pressing his lips to mine, his fingers grazing the tip of my erection before he pulled his hands free. "Later." He promised as he helped me to my feet.

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