Gerard POV

Frank sighed and landed on my couch with a slightly loud sound. I landed next to him.

“Then what happened?” I asked softly.

“I got assigned to Jason… and things went from bad to worse in my house….”

Frank was wringing his hands and rocking back and forth. And… well… as much as I sounded like a perv for saying it, everything Frank did was HOT.

“Frank?”

“Yes?”

“If I ask for a favor, would you let me have it?”

“Yes. I owe you.”

“I want you to let me kiss you.”

Frank froze. Nearly instantly, his body began shaking.

“Wh-Why would you…”

“You owe me, don’t you?”

Frank nodded to the floor and squeezed his eyes shut. Then, he made a duck face. It was so adorable, I couldn’t help laughing.

Slowly, I crawled over to him and kissed his lips gently. He stiffened at first, but then relaxed and kissed me naturally. Frank Iero. Best kisser in FOREVER.

“You’re too nice to me.” Frank whispered against my lips.

I crawled onto his lap. His eyes were on mine, so he didn’t notice. I kissed him again. This time, something shifted in my pants. Immediately, my face went red. Frank gave me a ghost of a smile.

I kissed him again.

“How many times.” I whispered.

“How many times what?”

“How many times… did he force you?”

“Twelve.” Frank whispered, new tears coming into his eyes.

I kissed him again. His hands held my waist carefully.

“You, know Gerard,” Frank mumbled. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this since the moment I saw you. Gerard, you’re beautiful.”

I kissed him again. This time, the kiss lasted longer than we had expected. Was it suddenly hot in here? I hopped on his lap and he bit his lip.

Frank pushed me away playfully and smiled through the tears.

"I'll go make some hot chocolate." I said softly.

He nodded and curled up. I took a blanket from the side of the couch and wrapped it around his trembling body. He thanked me with another one of his dazzling smiles that made my heart stop.

From the kitchen, I heard him call the police. His stutter was terrible, but he managed to tell them what had happened.

Everything blurred by. The police coming over... checking Frank's body for scars or bruises... a report being filed.... Frank being told he would be able to sue and get Jason in jail... Frank bursting into tears.

And then they were gone.

"Frank?" I whispered.

He didn't look at me. He couldn't. I had seen the scars on his skin... the lovebites... the scratches.

"Frankie?"

I saw an adorable blush go up his cheeks. But still, he wouldn't answer.

"Frankie, I don't care."

He raised his eyes.

"I don't care about the scars or the hickeys. It was his fault. Not yours. Frank, I like you okay? I like you a lot. A bunch of silly marks won't stop that."

I got on Frank's lap again and began to peel off my shirt. I heard his breath quicken. Now shirtless, I showed him my wrists. Nearly-faded scars ran up both arms. He covered his mouth with his hands.

"I used to think hurting myself... was the only thing I had control of in my life." I said softly. "When in reality, it just made things worse. You know how hard it is to hide scars and walk around telling everyone you're okay when you're feeling like shit."

Frank took hold of my wrists and rubbed the fading scars softly.

"How?" He questioned. "You're perfect."

"No one's perfect, Frank. Certainly not me."

I gave him a soft kiss and he smiled and pulled me onto his lap.

Then, we turned on the T.V.

'Reincarnation is real!' Blared the woman on the t.v. 'We all have a soul-mate that has been lost to us Through the Centuries! If we're very lucky, we can run into them again and this will keep on happening until-'

I looked at Frank and he giggled.

"Bullshit." We said at the same time.

I changed the channel.

Needless to say we fucked that night.

Notes

THEY FINALLY FUCKED.

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