***
"Dr. Iero, your four o'clock is here" the nurse announced. Dr. Iero didn't look up from the file he was reading as he heard the door close gently.
"Have a seat, anywhere is fine" he motioned for them to come in. Gerard, his eye caught the name on the file. Admitted March 26th, the few footstep were muffled by the thick carpet. Diagnosis: Sex Addiction. The cushions on the couch made a slight noise as the patient sat down. Dr. Iero still had not looked up.
"Gerard, nice to meet you" Dr. Iero looked up.
He was taken by surprise at the man that sat before him, mainly surprised by the flaming red hair that reached down to his chin. Dr. Iero made a small glup and looked back down at his papers.
"So, you were admitted a few days ago by a family member, because they were concerned for you" Dr. Iero enunciated every word perfectly, Gerard noticed. 'I bet he wouldn't do that if you bent him over and fucked him right now' the voice inside Gerard's head hissed.
"Yeah, I'm never going to forgive Mikey for this" Gerard said aloud.
"And Mikey is your...?"
"Brother"
"Hmmmm" Dr. Iero flipped through some papers, glancing at the details.
"Gerard, do you know why you're here?" Dr. Iero asked.
"No" Gerard answered.
Dr. Iero stopped and looked over the papers, to Gerard.
"You don't know why you're here?" Dr. Iero pushed his glasses back and fourth with one hand, adjusting them.
Gerard stayed quiet, staring at Dr. Iero. 'Imagine those glasses fogging up while he moans for more' the inside voice taunted him with images.
"You, Mr. Way, are here under the diagnosis of sex addiction" Dr. Iero spoke slowly, waiting for the patient to react first.
Gerard nodded, 'Thinking these dirty things about your therapist, dirty dirty. And he has no clue' the inside voice repeated over and over again in Gerard's head.
"I have to ask, have you ever raped anyone?" Dr. Iero glanced at the record for the answer, but waited for Gerard to respond.
That gave the inside voice a whole new idea, filling Gerard's mind with images of the bottle blonde he picked up at a bar, how she sounded, how she moved.
"No" he said quickly.
"No? Because here it says you were in court, but the defense failed to provide any plausible evidence" Dr. Iero peered over the edge of the paper at Gerard.
Oh, Gerard remembers the night too well, as it fills his mind. He tries to stop the thoughts, tries to focus on what is doing, but can't.
He thinks about how she said she liked it rough, her nipples hard through her shirt. He brought her to the back of the bar, in the bathroom. When she tried to leave, it became a challenge. She wasn't just going to walk out on him now, not after teasing him with those big beautiful breasts and how her shirt cut low to showcase them. He held her there, she wanted it, she just didn't know it right them. She kept trying to squirm away, but liked it, that she was fighting him. It gave him a scene of control, a scene of power that coursed through his veins.
Dr. Iero had been speaking this whole time, but Gerard hadn't been listening.
"...sworn to patient confidentiality, so if you tell me anything about that night, I am legally not allowed to repeat it to anyone. So don't hold back" Dr. Iero finished.
"So if I say I raped her, I get in no trouble?" Gerard asked.
"I can't repeat it to a soul" Dr. Iero confirmed.
"Good, cause I didn't rape her" Gerard smiled. Dr. Iero stared at Gerard.
"I know what you thought I was going to say, it's what all of you around here think. Sex addict, they call me. Rapist, creep, hot for it, you think. But that's not it at all. I'm not a sex addict." Gerard said.
"Then what are you?" Dr. Iero was now curious. He had worked with rape victims before, but never a sex addict. He was interested to see how it was from the other side. Gerard took a deep breath.
"I like sex, everyone does, right? I just think about it a little more than I should. But I'm not addicted to it. Sex addict," Gerard rolled his eyes, "what a stupid diagnosis. You all just want an excuse for money".
"When you say you think about it more than you should, how often is that?" Dr. Iero asked.
"All the time" he answered quietly, as if it didn't make his problem obvious.
"All the time?" Dr. Iero raised his eyebrows.
"On a normal basis, how long can you go without having sex?"
"Few hours" Gerard mumbled and looked down.
Denial, it seemed, was Gerard's first problem.
"I'm sorry Gerard, but that classifies you as a sex addict"
Gerard looked away. 'Dr. Iero's lying, I'm not a sex addict. Or am I? Stop that thinking. You're not a sex addict' he told himself. 'Dr. Iero is a liar, just look at him'. And Gerard did look at him, like his thoughts told him to. Dr. Iero had black hair, almost the color Gerard used to have, before he dyed it. He was wearing nice pants and a work shirt, with a blazer and tie. And those goddamned glasses. 'Dr. Iero must look absolutely wonderful when he's wreaked' the inside voice filled Gerard's head with explicit thoughts. 'Wonder if he'd screw someone like you. If he is gay. He probably is, just by the looks of him'. Gerard was bi-sexual, mainly because he would be up for anything, as long as it meant getting the release he needed.
"Time is up" Dr. Iero said after the twenty seconds of silence.
Gerard nodded and stood, making his way to the door before turning.
"Dr. Iero?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"Is it to much to ask, what is your first name?" Gerard asked.
"Frank, but I would prefer you call me Dr. Iero"
"Okay, Dr. Iero" Gerard smiled before opening the door, meeting the nurse who guided him back to his room.
Frank Iero, Gerard thought. He always likes to know the names of his targets. And when Gerard picks a target, he never looses them. Not until he leaves them moaning and gasping for breath, feeling satisfied with himself. As he lay on the white bed in his white room in the psychiatric ward, Gerard thought of how to get his next target. And his next target was none other than his new therapist, Frank Iero.
***
The next time Gerard saw Dr. Iero, things were much different.
"Some people things like alcohol, substances, or in your case, sexual fulfillment, to fill a void somewhere else in their life" Dr. Iero stood and walked to another corner of his office, where a flip chart stood. Gerard couldn't help but notice how his ass bounced a little as he walked. Some days, Gerard could tolerate normal things and not tie them into sex. This was not one of those days.
'His ass probably bounces up and down on top of cock like he's a pro'. Gerard bit his lip, but returned to a normal facial expression when Dr. Iero turned around.
"This," Dr. Iero motioned to the flip chart, "is a basic diagram of the average persons emotional life".
Gerard didn't hear a word Dr. Iero was saying, he only watched the light pink lips move to form the words. 'Can you imagine, kissing those lips? Watching at the sounds that would escape from those lips' the inner voice whispered in his ear.
"So, of these areas, which do you feel you are lacking in the most?" Gerard just stared at Dr. Iero for a second before registering that he was asked a question.
"Um, I don't know?" he quickly answered, hoping it was acceptable, hoping to go back to staring at Dr. Iero's lips again.
"Alright then, let's start with family." Frank turned to flip the paper on the flip chart over. Gerard took the chance to trace Dr. Iero with his eyes. Dr. Iero was obviously shorter than Gerard, by how much, he wasn't sure, but he knew it must be significant. Dr. Iero had broad arms and shoulders, even if they were covered by a button up. Gerard dropped his eyes to the ground, going up from the polished shoes and legs hidden under the material to stare at Dr. Iero's ass, firm and round in the dress pants.
"How was your childhood, do you think anything might be missing there?"
Gerard didn't hear the question, he was still trying to imagine how much better Dr. Iero's ass would look if he took it out of those pants.
"Gerard! Are you paying attention?" Dr. Iero snapped.
Gerard looked up, lip ever so slightly bitten, right into Dr. Iero's eyes.
It dawned on Dr. Iero what was distracting Gerard. He felt a rush go to his cheeks, making them pink. Dr. Iero could not deny that Gerard was good looking, but he was a therapist. He needed to focus on his job.
"Gerard, that is far from appropriate" Dr. Iero remarked before marching back behind his desk and sitting himself in the chair.
"Apparently, that exercise did not work" Dr. Iero began, racking his brain for what to say next. He remembered a new exercise he read about in a journal.
"Let's try this. In order to help me understand what you think of your illness, would you please briefly summarize how you experience your illness personally"
Dr. Iero regretted suggesting the exercise immediately after it left his mouth. Gerard smiled, he had hoped Dr. Iero would ask something like that. He had rehearsed his answer.
"Screams, moans, whispers, sweat glistening on skin on skin. Oh god. I need it. I need it all the time" Gerard locked eyes with Dr. Iero, watching as the doctor froze.
"The heat and emotion, expression, that feeling, that feeling I crave" Gerard had perfected every tone, every punctuation, to say it all as erotically as possible.
"I need, faster, harder, fuck, just more. Until suddenly...it all comes undone, jaws drop, hearts beating fast, the pleasure engulfs the body while mind sits in it's own pool of bliss" Gerard finished with an inaudible sigh, watching Dr. Iero closely.
Dr. Iero shuddered and closed his eyes, Gerard knew he must be aroused. And Dr. Iero was. It was a good thing he was sitting behind a desk, it covered that he had an erection. Even after reading entire books about the psychology of sex, he had never heard a more precise and profound way of describing it. Frank knew that Gerard had intended to turn him on with this answer.
"Gerard, your time is up, it's time for you to leave" Frank managed to get out, feeling the heat once again crowd into his cheeks.
"But Dr. Iero, there's still 15 more minutes" Gerard tilted his head to the side a little, sounding far more innocent than he was.
"Gerard, we are done for today" Frank insisted, feeling flustered as his erection only grew at the sight of an 'innocent' Gerard.
"But-"
"Get out of my office, now" Frank almost growled, losing patience by the second.
"As you wish" Gerard was cocky about at it, grinning as if he wasn't playing the game. He stood up from the leather couch and walked to the door, turning when his hand was on the knob.
"Until next time, Frank" Gerard let the first name slide of his tongue, accompanied by kissing his fingers and waving it to Frank with a flourish.
Gerard slipped put the door, smirking to himself. He knew he had played Dr. Iero right into his hands.
Frank took a deep breath and picked up his pen, placing to the paper. He thought to write something on Gerard's therapy paper for the day. What had they accomplished? 'Nothing' he thought, 'besides a painful boner'. But he couldn't write that. He tried to write 'Patient summarized his point of view on illness', but had to stop after summarized. Frank sighed louder than necessary and wished it would go away, but it was obvious, it was staying until he did something about it.
He groaned in defeat, slipping a hand into his pants. Frank tried to think of other things, but he couldn't help that his mind kept returning to a certain shade of red hair. The same hair that belonged to a certain beautiful man, who, no less than ten minutes ago, had been sitting on the couch in front of him, caught looking at Dr. Iero's rear end. And the look on his face, eyes focused, lip caught in his teeth.
Frank bit his own lip and groaned quietly at the thought of Gerard's face when he was caught. Frank thought of what would've happened if he hadn't stopped Gerard. Gerard kissing down his neck, Gerard's hands squeezing his ass, oh. Frank moved his hand faster. The sound of Gerard's rugged breath in his ear, Gerard kissing him while thrusting into him, GerardGerardGerard! Frank threw his head back and let out a stifled moan as he came into his hand. He looked up at the ceiling and took a few deep breaths before he realized what he had done. He slumped forward onto his desk, burying his head in his free arm, feeling regret. It was exactly what Gerard had wanted him to do. Dr. Iero come to the bitter conclusion, it was too late, he was already doomed.
***
As Frank walked through the white doors of the psychiatric ward, he was dreading Gerard's next therapy session. It had been about a week since he saw Gerard last. Frank checked his schedule and yes, it was confirmed, Appointment with Gerard Way at 4pm. Frank thought of ailing sick, and leaving work, but only came to the conclusion that Gerard would be rescheduled to see him tomorrow. Frank thought about it all day, it was in the back of his head while he was working, even when he was seeing other patients. Frank thought of plans of what to do for scenario after scenario, but each of them ended badly. The afternoon dwindled down until the numbers on the digital clock read 4:00. The familiar knock was answered with a hesitant "Come in".
Gerard opened the door wide and strode in, taking a seat on the couch, bouncing his knees with anticipation.
"Good afternoon Dr. Iero" Gerard smiled with almost too much enthusiasm. It wasn't like Gerard was already absolutely sure of what exactly would happen in this meeting. Or maybe it was.
Frank stared down at Gerard's file. He was not going to look at him, he could do this. Frank told a breath in and let it out slowly. He could handle this, right?
"Good afternoon" Frank replied without taking his eyes off the paper.
"Guess what today is" Gerard blurted out. Gerard seemed to comfortable, too relaxed. It was throwing Frank off.
"April ninth" Frank answered, thinking nothing of it, instead trying to find an exercise to have Gerard work on today.
"Yup." Gerard popped the p. "And guess what that is?"
Frank's eyes caught the top of Gerard's file.
"Your...birthday" Frank said slowly. "Happy birthday"
"Oh, but actually it isn't Dr. Iero. It's been a bad day so far. Because I'm stuck in here" Gerard said. Frank ignored Gerard's rambling. 'Stay focused, don't get off topic, don't let him play you' Frank mentally reminded himself.
"Okay Gerard, today I wanted to try an entirely new method of treatment" Frank ignored Gerard's rambling.
Gerard merely nodded in response.
"I want you to think of all the people who have had a great effect on your life, potentially changing it. You don't have to speak about anyone you don't want to, but just to think about it" Frank smiled as he finished the sentence. Things were going well, they might actually make some progress today, and he still had his pants on.
"Hmmm" Gerard leaned back on the couch, thinking.
"People who have changed my life, well, my mom, my dad, my brother, you know the usual" Gerard said.
"Anyone else?" Frank prodded, excited that he might actually get to the bottom of Gerard's problem.
Gerard thought about it, he actually thought about something that he hadn't before, who had changed his life?
"There was this guy, in high school..." Gerard started. "We had been going out for awhile and...he wanted to take things farther. I told him I wasn't ready, but he didn't listen..." Gerard went on, staring into space, deep in thought. Frank glanced up at Gerard before quickly writing everything down on a notepad.
"After that, I...I didn't really care anymore. I guess I was trying to fill an empty space. I started doing it so often, that when I didn't do it, I needed to. I guess I..." Gerard left off.
"Became addicted?" Frank volunteered, watching Gerard curiously.
"Yeah" Gerard said, still in a trance.
"I started doing it with everyone and their brother, literally. After high school, I turned it into a career. And even after getting the job done I would go out and find more people at clubs, at bars" Gerard looked up and Frank, who was watching him. Frank looked into Gerard's hazel eyes, realizing that the normal Gerard was returning.
"I mean, I've probably fucked hundreds of people, thousands even" Gerard's tone had changed, the cloudiness left his eyes. He was back in focus mode, and he had only one focus.
"I could never get tired of it, you know? I could seriously fuck all day. And all night" Gerard's sly grin pierced through Frank, who realized the situation was beginning to lose control.
"That isn't necessary, you can stop now, Gerard" Frank said quickly and looked back down at his papers.
"But Dr. Iero, it is necessary, for my treatment? I think you should know the whole list of people I've fu-"
"Gerard, that is quite enough" Frank felt himself beginning to get warm.
"Why are you so uptight, Frank? it seems like you haven't had a good wank in ages" Gerard smiled and cocked his head to the side, as he knew perfectly well there was no chance that Frank hadn't jacked off to him.
"Please don't call me that, it's Dr. Iero" Frank said quickly, feeling the heat flood through his cheeks.
"I bet you did. I bet you did as soon as I walked out of here last time. I bet you pulled down your zipper and got yourself off." Gerard licked his lips and sat up on the couch, making the leather beneath him shift.
"Gerard" Frank warned.
"Did you think of me while you did it?" Gerard stood up and took a step towards the desk.
"I can see it now, a hand wrapped around your dick, thinking about me" Gerard walked around the desk to stand right in front of Frank.
Frank was paralyzed, trying his hardest to resist the red haired man standing in front of him.
"What did you think about me doing to you Frank? Do you wanna tell me?" Gerard spoke softly as he straddled Frank in the chair.
Frank took a deep breath in, looking for the strength to tell Gerard to get off, and to get out, but he couldn't find it. Frank could only weakly shake his head no.
"What do we have here?" Gerard whispered and glanced down at Frank's hardening crotch.
"Do you want it, Frank?" Gerard licked the edge of Franks ear. Frank let out a small sound that resembled a whimper.
"I bet you looked so pretty when you came for me. To bad I wasn't there to see it" Gerard slid his hands up and down Frank's thigh, getting dangerously close to Frank's cock. Frank stayed still, trying to gather the the mental stamina to do something, anything. But the raging hard on wasn't helping with that. Gerard slid his hands over Frank's chest and began loosening his tie.
"Frankie," Gerard almost moaned.
"I'm no rapist. If you want me to stop now, just tell me" Gerard said softly.
Frank breathed heavy, but said nothing.
"Frank, it's okay, just say no if you want me to stop, I need you to say no" Gerard's lips were so close to Franks that Frank could taste his breath. Frank weighed his options. He knew this was wrong, he knew he shouldn't be doing this with one of his patients. But Gerard wanted this, and Frank was so hard. In one swift move, Frank made his decision, pulling Gerard down to kiss him.
Gerard smiled into the kiss, licking around the edge of Frank's lips. Frank opened up and let him in. Gerard wrapped an arm around Frank's neck, pulling him closer and exploring his mouth. When they broke apart, Frank tilted his head back and let out a sweet moan.
"Oh, Frankie, as beautiful as you sound, we have to keep it down. We don't need anyone-" Gerard kissed Frank again and kept undoing the buttons on Franks shirt.
"We don't need anyone hearing anything" Gerard finished.
Frank leaned up and caught Gerard's lips again as he undid the last button, sliding his hands along Franks warm chest. Gerard's rough hands slid over the smooth, pale skin, before stopping at the ink.
"What are these Frankie?" Gerard looked down at Frank's torso, marked with ink.
"I've only seen the ones on your hands, I didn't know you had more" Gerard whispered traced a finger down Franks chest.
"Got more" Frank swallowed, gaining confidence.
"What was that?" Gerard smiled.
"I've got even more" Frank said.
"Show me" Gerard whispered and climbed off of Frank. Gerard watched as Frank slid the dress shirt over his shoulders. The white material hit the floor as Gerard gazed at the ink that covered Frank's body.
"Wow" Gerard bit his lip and step towards Frank again, pressing him to the wall.
Their lips met as Gerard moved his hands to find Frank's hips. Frank pulled himself into Gerard, pressing their clothed crotches together, making both men groan quietly. Frank was about to rut against Gerard again, but Gerard caught his wrists.
"I don't have anything, so unless you want this to really hurt..." Gerard whispered. Frank understood, pushing Gerard back to lean on the desk. Frank sank down to his knees, eye level with Gerard's cock. Frank undid Gerard's jeans and pulled them down. Gerard watched as the smaller man palmed him through his boxers. Gerard moaned softly at the contact, but needed more. Frank smiled and slid down Gerard's boxers. Frank only took a moment to appreciate Gerard's cock before leaning in and taking in as much as he could.
"Frank" Gerard moaned as his eyes fell shut, gripping the desk behind him for support.
Frank started bobbing his head up and down, sliding his tongue along Gerard's length, coating it in saliva.
Frank kept going, until Gerard panted "Stop"
Gerard ran a hand through Frank's hair and pulled him in for another kiss. Gerard pulled away and pushed Frank up on the desk. Frank smiled and Gerard kissed him again, reaching down to undo the belt buckle on Franks pants. Gerard slid Frank's pants and boxers down, adding them to the pile of clothes in the corner.
Frank hissed when he felt Gerard's finger nudge at his entrance. Gerard slowly slid his finger in, reaching the knuckle before pulling out and and back in. He slid in a second finger, scissoring Frank open. By the time he had three fingers in, Frank was panting and whining for more.
"Gerard" Frank mewled when he felt the fingers disappear, only to be replaced with something better.
Frank groaned as he felt Gerard push in slowly. Gerard leaned forward and gently laid a kiss between his shoulders, aiding the pain.
"Alright" Frank whispered once he had adjusted to the size.
Gerard leaned down to whisper in Frank's ear as he began to thrust.
"Frankie" he moaned, "I wanna hear you say my name"
Frank leaned up to catch Gerard in a kiss, but broke away with a moan when Gerard hit his spot.
"Gerard" Frank panted.
"Hmmmm?" Gerard kissed down Frank's neck, hitting the same spot again.
"Gerard" Frank moaned and pushed himself back, meeting Gerard's thrusts.
Gerard slipped a hand down to pump Frank's cock. He moved his hand in time with the thrusts, and then Frank was coming.
"Gerard!" Frank moaned and threw his back onto Gerard's shoulder. Gerard felt Frank tighten around him, and that pulled Gerard over the edge, spilling his seed into Frank. Gerard sighed in relief and meet Frank's lips in a lazy kiss.
***
"So, what are you going to do now?"
They were both fully clothed, Gerard standing with Frank, in front of the desk.
"I should mark you as untreatable and have you institutionalized" Frank said. Gerard looked down at his feet.
"But I'm not going to do that"
Gerard looked up, seeing Frank sigh and grab a paper from off his desk.
"Why not?" Gerard watched him curiously.
"Your hour is up" Frank gestured Gerard to the door with out looking up for the paper.
Gerard glanced to the clock, seeing that Frank was right
"Frank-"
Gerard reached to take his hand, but Frank pulled it away.
"It's...Dr. Iero" Frank sighed. As if having Gerard address him in the proper would undo any of this.
Frank knew he had fallen into Gerard's game, but he didn't want to play any longer. Gerard had already won.
"I get it, okay? You don't have to pretend Gerard. I'm just another guy you had sex with. You don't have to worry about it being awkward next time, because there won't be" Frank handed Gerard the paper he had been filling out.
Discharge Form was printed in bold across the top. Gerard looked up as Frank nodded. Gerard would leave, and he could forget about everything that happened. Frank reached to open the door for Gerard, but was stopped when Gerard caught his wrist.
"You're not just another guy" Gerard started. "I told you about why this all started, that guy in high school, I've never told anyone else that, ever" Gerard said. Frank watched his eyebrows, which would move as he spoke.
"I guess..." Gerard looked down. "I guess the reason for all of this..."
"I just want someone to care, someone to want me for something more than sex" Gerard said, looking back at Frank. Frank looked into his eyes, seeing the honesty in them. Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned up and kissed Gerard, but this time, it was different. It was short yet meaningful, and then the moment was over. Gerard let go of Frank's wrist, holding the discharge paper in his other hand. Frank opened the door and Gerard stepped out into the hallway, but stopped and turned.
"Thank you...Dr. Iero" he said slowly, before turning and walking away.

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