Never Play God.
Chapter 1
WARNING TRIGGERING CONTENT!
Frank grinned, pressing harder and harder as the blade opened up his wrist like a zip-lock food bag. The whole inside of his arm oozed crimson, the deep shade dripping down his forearm and settling in the crease of his elbow as it pooled as fell to the ground in "putts" of sound. After creating three or four more deep incisions, Frank dropped the blade to the carpeted ground, the blood that coated it soaking into the cream wool below him.
"Woo!" He cheered quietly, a slightly hysterical laugh leaving his parted lips as he lifted his diced limb to eye level.
"You did good Mr Iero." He complimented himself with yet another grin, reaching his spare arm over his shoulder to pat himself awkwardly on the back. His dark orbs danced over the open wounds, taking in the artwork he'd so violently created. The cuts were deep, but not too deep, just deep enough to expose the yellows and pinks of the muscle and tissue that hid beneath thousands of layers paper thin skin. Brow puckering with concentration, Frank ran his sherbet-pink tongue out and across his top, then bottom, lip before dipping it into the cut that lay closest to his hand.
"Hmm.." He hummed in delight, making a satisfied noise yet again as his tongue slipped back between his lips. He loved the flavour of his blood, it was sweet, a little like the smoothies Gerard would sometimes concoct in the height of summer, but it was also sharp and metallic tasting, reminding him of a rusty nail smothered in honey. To him it was bliss. Pure ecstasy.
"Gerard come look!" Frank squealed, running to the bedroom door as he tried to force it open with his unharmed arm,
"Look what I made!" He continued as he opened the blockage and spilled onto the wood of the corridor. Giggling giddily, he struggled back into his feet, brushing his hands off and wincing as he caught his wrist, a streak of Scarlett taking place on the thigh of his grey joggers. Ignoring the red haze that was beginning to cloud his vision, Frank stumbled to the staircase, still shrieking and laughing hysterically as he shuffled down the steps on his bottom.
"What the fuck is it Frank?! I'm cooking!" Gerard hollered back from the direction of the kitchen,
"I made you something!" Frank held his arm to his chest, not caring for the fact that he was ruining his favourite Misfits shirt,
"Well come show me then! I can't leave this cake for a moment else it might burn!" Gerard's tone was laced with laughter as Frank slipped through the open plan living room and to the slate counters that outlined the kitchen. Trying to steady his rapid, hysteric breathing, Frank dropped into crouching position, grinning as he caught a glance at the now browning blood on his wrist.
"Tadah!" He shouted, jumping to his feet as he grabbed a hold of Gerard's wrist, spinning him around. He held the injured limb up for Gerard to inspect, the older male wrapping his cold hands about the elbow and fist of Franks arm.
"Woah.. How'd you- I just don't- Woah.." He trailed off and Frank smirked, unable to stop himself looking smug,
"Awesome isn't it?" Frank offered as Gerard craned his neck to take in the extent of the smaller boys art. To Gerard it was beautiful, the deep lines causing him to be able to see straight into his boyfriend and help him understand that there is more than meets the eye with the hyper exterior of the Frank everyone thinks they know. The blood, that was now congealed and sticky, rasped under his touch, flaking and catching in Franks dark arm hair as the lovers exchanged smirks.
"Mhmm.." Gerard nodded erratically, pulling Franks arm closer to his face,
"So beautiful." He whispered, leaning down to press his lips against the slightly scabby lines. Frank blushed, retrieving his inked limb,
"I love you." He whispered with a slight blush, sucking his lip between his teeth as he chewed it softly. Gerard bent down slightly, his hands sliding around Franks tiny waist as he pressed his lips against the smaller males,
"I. Love. You. Too." Gerard paused to speak between kisses, grinning as Frank pushed himself up onto his very tippy-toes.
"Now let me finish cooking else we'll never have any food!" Gerard chuckled as Frank pouted, eyes opening at the loss of contact.
"I'd rather eat you." Frank teased as Gerard turned back to the cooker, his lips attacking the back of his lovers neck. Giggling and arching his back, Gerard swatted at the smaller boy with a icing spatula,
"Ouch." Frank pouted as the metal came in contact with his shoulder, still smirking as he stepped towards the pristine kitchen sink, elongating a finger as he turned the large single headed tap on. The clear, icy fluid gushed out, drowning out all sounds of clattering and humming coming from Gerard's direction. Frank slipped his arm under the shiny faucet, the liquid causing him to wince as it pushed the congealed blood from the gashes and replaced it with water, he grabbed at the cabinet above the now pink filled sink. Twisting the tap off, Frank flicked his arm, a miniature rain storm of red and clear pouring off his limb.
"Come 'ere.." Gerard had finished his cooking and was now reaching over Franks shoulder to the open cupboard causing him to press the younger boy against the counter as he pulled a packaged bandage out of the first aid kit. Frank offered the arm to Gerard and the older male tore the package open with his teeth, the weaved fabric coming unravelled in his palm. Wrapping it about the wounds, Frank whimpered a little and Gerard leant forward, kissing him,
"Art. Remember?" Gerard mumbled against Franks parted mouth, his tongue licking across the smaller males as he fumbled with the bandage, finally tying a knot in it and using his now free hands to pet and stroke Franks small frame. The inked male nodded, his own smaller hands sliding across an exposed piece of skin on Gerard's hip. Both the males kissed and made out lazily until Frank shuffled out of the bigger boys grip,
"Imma go shower.." Frank offered, turning for the stairs. He blushed as he noticed the state of the wood and rug that lead to the second floor,
"Babe!" He called,
"What?" Gerard called, his voice verging singsong as he clattered about, cleaning up the mess he'd made whilst cooking.
"Clean up on isle, urm, stairs and bedroom." Frank giggled at his own joke, heading up the stairs as he dodged blood splatters. Gerard laughed also, agreeing to clean the mess up as the sound of a shower filled both males ears. Frank was careful to keep his bandaged arm out of the cool stream of water, his eyes fluttering shut as he struggled to lather the strong apple scent that was his shampoo. After the lovers had finished their "chores" of cleaning, Frank helped Gerard out, the older male deciding that he also wanted to do his turn of artwork. Working the blade deeper, Gerard yelped as Frank encouraged him,
"Come on baby, its okay." Frank soothed, his stomach knotting as he fought off the arousal that his boyfriends cries and whimpers caused. He knew that what they were doing was different to normal couples but it didn't bother Frank, if they both enjoyed it then that's what they'd continue doing for as long as it pleasured them both. Though he was sure Gerard only did the "art work" because Frank did, the younger male couldn't help but encourage the movements as it was a major turn on for him, the way the brown haired male created the most obscene noises with his perfect lips, the way his skin puckered when the blade slipped underneath it, the way the lacerations peaked and turned white when the wound began to heal, it was all just a major fuck up? Kink? Frank didn't know but he couldn't help it.
Frank grinned, pressing harder and harder as the blade opened up his wrist like a zip-lock food bag. The whole inside of his arm oozed crimson, the deep shade dripping down his forearm and settling in the crease of his elbow as it pooled as fell to the ground in "putts" of sound. After creating three or four more deep incisions, Frank dropped the blade to the carpeted ground, the blood that coated it soaking into the cream wool below him.
"Woo!" He cheered quietly, a slightly hysterical laugh leaving his parted lips as he lifted his diced limb to eye level.
"You did good Mr Iero." He complimented himself with yet another grin, reaching his spare arm over his shoulder to pat himself awkwardly on the back. His dark orbs danced over the open wounds, taking in the artwork he'd so violently created. The cuts were deep, but not too deep, just deep enough to expose the yellows and pinks of the muscle and tissue that hid beneath thousands of layers paper thin skin. Brow puckering with concentration, Frank ran his sherbet-pink tongue out and across his top, then bottom, lip before dipping it into the cut that lay closest to his hand.
"Hmm.." He hummed in delight, making a satisfied noise yet again as his tongue slipped back between his lips. He loved the flavour of his blood, it was sweet, a little like the smoothies Gerard would sometimes concoct in the height of summer, but it was also sharp and metallic tasting, reminding him of a rusty nail smothered in honey. To him it was bliss. Pure ecstasy.
"Gerard come look!" Frank squealed, running to the bedroom door as he tried to force it open with his unharmed arm,
"Look what I made!" He continued as he opened the blockage and spilled onto the wood of the corridor. Giggling giddily, he struggled back into his feet, brushing his hands off and wincing as he caught his wrist, a streak of Scarlett taking place on the thigh of his grey joggers. Ignoring the red haze that was beginning to cloud his vision, Frank stumbled to the staircase, still shrieking and laughing hysterically as he shuffled down the steps on his bottom.
"What the fuck is it Frank?! I'm cooking!" Gerard hollered back from the direction of the kitchen,
"I made you something!" Frank held his arm to his chest, not caring for the fact that he was ruining his favourite Misfits shirt,
"Well come show me then! I can't leave this cake for a moment else it might burn!" Gerard's tone was laced with laughter as Frank slipped through the open plan living room and to the slate counters that outlined the kitchen. Trying to steady his rapid, hysteric breathing, Frank dropped into crouching position, grinning as he caught a glance at the now browning blood on his wrist.
"Tadah!" He shouted, jumping to his feet as he grabbed a hold of Gerard's wrist, spinning him around. He held the injured limb up for Gerard to inspect, the older male wrapping his cold hands about the elbow and fist of Franks arm.
"Woah.. How'd you- I just don't- Woah.." He trailed off and Frank smirked, unable to stop himself looking smug,
"Awesome isn't it?" Frank offered as Gerard craned his neck to take in the extent of the smaller boys art. To Gerard it was beautiful, the deep lines causing him to be able to see straight into his boyfriend and help him understand that there is more than meets the eye with the hyper exterior of the Frank everyone thinks they know. The blood, that was now congealed and sticky, rasped under his touch, flaking and catching in Franks dark arm hair as the lovers exchanged smirks.
"Mhmm.." Gerard nodded erratically, pulling Franks arm closer to his face,
"So beautiful." He whispered, leaning down to press his lips against the slightly scabby lines. Frank blushed, retrieving his inked limb,
"I love you." He whispered with a slight blush, sucking his lip between his teeth as he chewed it softly. Gerard bent down slightly, his hands sliding around Franks tiny waist as he pressed his lips against the smaller males,
"I. Love. You. Too." Gerard paused to speak between kisses, grinning as Frank pushed himself up onto his very tippy-toes.
"Now let me finish cooking else we'll never have any food!" Gerard chuckled as Frank pouted, eyes opening at the loss of contact.
"I'd rather eat you." Frank teased as Gerard turned back to the cooker, his lips attacking the back of his lovers neck. Giggling and arching his back, Gerard swatted at the smaller boy with a icing spatula,
"Ouch." Frank pouted as the metal came in contact with his shoulder, still smirking as he stepped towards the pristine kitchen sink, elongating a finger as he turned the large single headed tap on. The clear, icy fluid gushed out, drowning out all sounds of clattering and humming coming from Gerard's direction. Frank slipped his arm under the shiny faucet, the liquid causing him to wince as it pushed the congealed blood from the gashes and replaced it with water, he grabbed at the cabinet above the now pink filled sink. Twisting the tap off, Frank flicked his arm, a miniature rain storm of red and clear pouring off his limb.
"Come 'ere.." Gerard had finished his cooking and was now reaching over Franks shoulder to the open cupboard causing him to press the younger boy against the counter as he pulled a packaged bandage out of the first aid kit. Frank offered the arm to Gerard and the older male tore the package open with his teeth, the weaved fabric coming unravelled in his palm. Wrapping it about the wounds, Frank whimpered a little and Gerard leant forward, kissing him,
"Art. Remember?" Gerard mumbled against Franks parted mouth, his tongue licking across the smaller males as he fumbled with the bandage, finally tying a knot in it and using his now free hands to pet and stroke Franks small frame. The inked male nodded, his own smaller hands sliding across an exposed piece of skin on Gerard's hip. Both the males kissed and made out lazily until Frank shuffled out of the bigger boys grip,
"Imma go shower.." Frank offered, turning for the stairs. He blushed as he noticed the state of the wood and rug that lead to the second floor,
"Babe!" He called,
"What?" Gerard called, his voice verging singsong as he clattered about, cleaning up the mess he'd made whilst cooking.
"Clean up on isle, urm, stairs and bedroom." Frank giggled at his own joke, heading up the stairs as he dodged blood splatters. Gerard laughed also, agreeing to clean the mess up as the sound of a shower filled both males ears. Frank was careful to keep his bandaged arm out of the cool stream of water, his eyes fluttering shut as he struggled to lather the strong apple scent that was his shampoo. After the lovers had finished their "chores" of cleaning, Frank helped Gerard out, the older male deciding that he also wanted to do his turn of artwork. Working the blade deeper, Gerard yelped as Frank encouraged him,
"Come on baby, its okay." Frank soothed, his stomach knotting as he fought off the arousal that his boyfriends cries and whimpers caused. He knew that what they were doing was different to normal couples but it didn't bother Frank, if they both enjoyed it then that's what they'd continue doing for as long as it pleasured them both. Though he was sure Gerard only did the "art work" because Frank did, the younger male couldn't help but encourage the movements as it was a major turn on for him, the way the brown haired male created the most obscene noises with his perfect lips, the way his skin puckered when the blade slipped underneath it, the way the lacerations peaked and turned white when the wound began to heal, it was all just a major fuck up? Kink? Frank didn't know but he couldn't help it.
Notes
A.N ~
Okie, not gonna do any more on this chapter, I know it ends abruptly but I really wanna do the next part so.. xD
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Thankie for reading and idk what else to say. c:
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@Dalena Ann Way-Iero
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6/15/14