To the End

Mikey heaved Frank's damp body onto his bed with a grunt. “Frank?” He asked, trying to figure out whether or not Frank was still conscious.
“.....Mmmhp..?” Frank groaned after a few moments, making Mikey jump slightly.
“O-Oh! You're awake!” Mikey said, looking down at Frank with a smile. “Thought you were out... What happened?”
“J-just got bullied for being the fag I am..” Frank coughed out, opening his eyes slightly to look at Mikey.
“Now you're thinking stupid like Gerard.” Mikey said as he turned and started to rummage through a drawer. He soon plopped a small pile of clothes on the edge of the bed for Frank. “Here, go change.” He pointed to a dark brown door across from the two “That's the bathroom. I'll wait here.”
Frank slowly brought himself to the edge of the bed and took the clothes in one hand, using the other to push himself up. He stumbled toward the door and locked it behind him. The bathroom was all an off-white color, with a marble counter in front of a large mirror that took up half the wall. Frank pushed himself onto the cold marble top and spun himself around as he crossed his legs, examining the boy in front of him.
He didn't feel like himself, and right now, he didn't even look like himself. His lip was swollen and split open, blood dripping out of the gash. His brown hair was dirty and hang limply over his face. His entire body reeked of an awful stench from the times he had vomited on himself, and there was a red mark all around his neck where the collar of his shirt had dug into his skin. His head was misshapen from all the newly formed bumps, and his eyes looked soulless to him.
He sighed and took off his clothes slowly, his aching body prohibiting him from moving too fast. He felt better once he was in dry clothes, though of course, not that much better. He left the bathroom to find Mikey in front of a large stack of his medical equipment set up on the bed. Frank felt himself smile lightly, touched by Mikey's generosity. “So you wanna tell me what happened now?” Mikey asked as he gestured for Frank to come lay down.
“Just a little fall out with someone.” Frank replied as he slowly climbed onto the bed and flopped down on his back.
“...And?” Mikey asked as he poured a liquid onto a cotton ball, glancing over to look at Frank out of the corner of his eye.
Frank sighed and turned away, slightly embarrassed. “... And I ducked into the bathroom and started crying and some people may have come in and beat me up...”
“So we've explained the bruises and cuts... but why are you soaked...?” He asked, confused.
“They may have pushed me into the toilet a few times...” Frank said quietly, though Mikey still heard.
“People at our school are huge fuckers. Sorry about all this, you really don't deserve to be treated like shit like this.” Mikey said as he gently dabbed the moist cotton ball against Frank's lip, the chemicals seeping into the open wound and making Frank flinch.
“T-thanks, man.” He said as he looked up at him, smiling lightly. “You're a really good friend... H-Hey, by the way, do you know where Gerard is?” He asked as nonchalantly as he could.
“Gee? Pfft, heaven knows where he is. Maybe getting drunk or high, maybe with Lyn-Z. He sorta just does his own shit all the time.” Mikey replied.
'With Lyn-Z?' Does he not know? Maybe he just doesn't know his brother that well... Or maybe he knows him well enough to know that's where he'd be...
Frank sighed and closed his eyes. He started to drift out of consciousness, and was just about to fall asleep when the door burst open.
“Ha ha!” Gerard slurred as he struggled to stay up. “I just got laaaaaaaaaaiiiiiidd!” He shouted to Mikey and went over to pat him on the back, his beer bottle still in hand, and ended up hitting Mikey in the back with the corner of the bottle. Mikey groaned in pain but obviously tried to ignore the pain as he finished up on Frank, gently pushing a band-aid over a large cut in his leg before turning to Gerard.
“...That's great, Gerard. Maybe you should go sleep now..” He said to his brother, lowering his voice as he spoke.
“Hey! It's my buddy Frankie!” Gerard said, pointing his bottle at Frank “I know you, man! What happened? Are you dying? Noooo!” He yelled, a stupid smirk on his face the entire time. “Hey..Hey..” he said, leaning in close to whisper to Frank “You should like... totally screw me, I'm totally up for it...” Frank glanced at him, seeing his dead-serious face and blushing slightly.
“Uh.. what? I think maybe you-your brother is right, you should probably sleep..” Frank said timidly.
“I'll only go to bed if my 'Fwankie-bear' comes with!” Gerard laughed.
Mikey looked to Frank, then Gerard, then back to Frank, a wildly confused look on his face. “Gerard you're totally out of it...” He leaned forward to Frank and whispered “I mean, you think it'd be any trouble if you humor him? You can just leave once he's asleep, and knowing Gerard, he's not going to accept anything but what he wants, he won't sleep without you...”
“U-Uh.. S-sure, it's no problem, Mikey.” Frank squeaked out, trying to hide his excitement. Even if Gerard was drunk, just the thought of being pressed up against Gerard made Frank smile. Mikey mouthed a “thank you” to Frank as he followed Gerard out the room and to the next.
Frank awkwardly sat down on the bed, not quite sure what to do at the moment. Gerard started to pull off his shirt, stopping to look at Frank when his shirt was halfway over his head “You don't mind, do you?” He asked Frank, who shook his head.
“It's fine, I won't look.” Frank said as he turned his head and shut his eyes.
“I never said you couldn't look~” Gerard said as he grinned, waiting until Frank was watching again to take off his shirt, making Frank's cheeks turn bright red. He started to undo his belt, and Frank quickly looked away again, despite his lust to look.
“Gee... What are you doing..?” He asked quietly as Gerard slipped off his pants and got into bed next to Frank, pressing himself against Frank's body, in only his boxers. Frank scooted away towards the wall and away from Gerard, though he just followed Frank, and put his hand on Frank's side. “G-Gee?”
“Hm.. Yes?” he asked, smiling as he moved forward and pressed his lips against Frank's gently. Frank was about to protest, but instead closed his eyes and leaned in. Gerard used his hand to pull Frank even closer by his waist, making Frank moan lightly in the kiss.
This boy... This boy destroys me and completes me.

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