The Light Behind Your Eyes

"Frank!"
I shot my head up, colder water, still beating at my back and neck. I had really fallen asleep. Gerard really came to see me in my dream. I was confused and excepting of it, which made me more confused.
"Frank!" There was a pounding at the bathroom door. "Frank! Your hour is up!" Helena yelled through the sound of water hitting me and the floor. I pushed my brown hair out of my face, traced the tattoos on my arms, trying not to think of my dream. Helena kept pounding and I smirked. I stood up, turning off the freezing water, grabbing my towel, putting my clothes back on and opening the door to an angry Helena. Flames spewed from her lifeless eyes, making her skin burn with a bright red hue in her cheeks. She was pissed and it was fucking hilarious.
"What the hell are you laughing at!!??" She yelled as I smirked.
I didn't answer. I just smiled, waved and walked pasted her.
She watched me walk. "Oh, honey." I froze in my place. One because her words were like ice and two, because I literally, couldn't move. "When I ask you a question," I was pushed to the wall, sliding upward, feeling like someone was chocking me. She walked over to me with that devious smile on her face, "you better answer it." She slowly tilted her hand, chocking me, the invisible grip becoming tighter. "Understood?"
I nodded, with whatever control I had within my own body. She smiled and dropped me with a flick of her wrist, "Good. Now come on, Frank. We have... Things, to do." She said walking in front of me, making sure I followed, she flicked her wrist again, forcing my body to walk in her shadow. My heart sank when I saw a sign next a door that said "Lab."

-Gerard's POV-
His skin lingered on my lips as he woke up and I had to leave. I felt him feel amused at something. I laughed with him. My hotel bed shook as I laughed and started to cry again. My heart sank as my guilt came over my thoughts. How could I let this happen? I was supposed to watch over him, and so far I was failing. What would my master say after I got Frank back? Would he send me back? Would he wipe Frank's memory? I won't let it happen. Not again...

I wiped away the tears and the slobber from my face as I stood up from the toilet. I sat against the wall, letting my head hang in between my legs and my hair fall in my face.

I couldn't help but feel guilty and helpless. I felt my helpless feeling take over my body. It was being forced, and it wasn't my own feeling, it was Frank's...

"Frank, its okay... I'm here." I said to myself, knowing he would eventually hear me in his sleep. He fell asleep quicker than I thought he would. I walked to my bed and fell asleep, knowing I was going into his dream, thankfully.

I was in a white room, filled with bright lights. Frank was laying on a table in the middle of the room, sleeping. I walked quickly to his side, feeling my guilt spill over within my body. I turned and sighed, trying to fight back tears, but failed.
"Gee...?" I heard his faint, scared voice slip from his lips. He grabbed my wrist and rubbed my arm.
"Frank, it's okay. I'm here." I repeated, trying to reassure him with a smile. When I turned, his face was pale. He had bruises and cut up and down his arms. His torso had incisioned lines to his chest.

My eyes began to burn at the sight of his helpless body. "Frankie..." I sobbed. "I'm so sorry." My voice was shaky and so was my body.
He grabbed me again and pulled me down to him. He sat up and kissed me, harder and harder with every breath he took. He got off the table, holding the back of my head and tugging gently at my crimson locks. My hands cupped his cheeks and kissed him back. His tongue eventually met mine and they danced as our bodies melted into each others. He pushed me against the closest wall and moving his hands towards my waist.
I had a free-bee because his shirt was already off. I moved my lips down his neck and sucked gently. He moaned softly as my tongue lightly licked the crook of his neck. Out of habit, his hands moved into my jeans, just like always. This time, he went farther than my boxers.
"Frank?!" I jumped as his warm hands touched me.
He smirked into my neck. "I know what I'm doing.." He whispered, in a really hot, deep tone, biting my ear softly. He gently rubbed me, making me moan left and right.
"Fuck... " I sighed as he smirked. I pulled his lips into mine. I licked his lip ring which made him groan and blush. I giggled which made him blush even more.

I pulled his hands out, because I felt overwhelmed.. He kissed me again and again, putting me in a trance. I felt my heart race and his too. "Gee..." He whispered in between our lips. "Please save me.." I pulled away, and quickly regretting it. His smiling eyes began to fill with tears as he slowly fell. Helena was breaking him down, and it broke my heart.
"I'm coming. I promise, Frank. I'm coming." i said, sitting with him, gripping his pale hands. I kissed his forehead said good-bye. Then he woke up.

I woke up in tears, wishing and praying that I could be with him. I felt angry and left the hotel. I would keep walking until I found him. Nothing would stop me. Not even Helena.

Notes

Can someone say smut?
Just for you...
Just Kidding.. Like i said..
I haven't even had my first kiss yet..
Not every good at smut..
I love you
Stay Ugly..