Alternative Treatment?

Gerard had been twirling that pistol of his, close enough that I could view the three visible bullets ready to be fired. The first thing that went through my mind was how my boss let this guy have a gun in the first place. I mean, I know it's written in the Constitution and stuff, but my life is on the line here.

"Now normally, I would have shot up the place by now, but have I?" The question seemed rhetorical and he continued. "No. That means I'm fixed, and you're my medication. Sedate me, Frank."

A hand reached my jawline, tilting my chin up slightly. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" he spoke quietly, his face nearing mine. It took mere moments for him to dive in and kiss me. It was a short, sweet kiss.

As he looked into my eyes, I couldn't have been more astonished. Before I knew it, our lips collided again, I started pulling his jacket off and peeling his tee from his skin, and he did the same. The touch of my skin on his was breathtaking.

And creepy. Gerard was really bony, like a real Jack Skellington. I was sort of on the thin side too, since I'm broke. At least my arms had some meat on them. Gerard's were just skin.

After a few moments, I pushed away, I couldn't be in any of this. "Can you take your meds and accept your treatment now?"

"Aw, but Frank, just kiss my neck and I might just allow you to treat me..." Gerard grinned seductively. I wanted this, I really did. But I kind of want my debts paid off more. Plus, who wants to have romantic interests in a criminal?

"Gerard, you're a bad man," I said firmly.

He sighed dramatically and swooned. "If only my prince knew my side of the fucking story."

I rolled my eyes and pulled a few needles from the treatment bag and some pills. The needles were just there to scare the hell out of him. "Just take your pills and nobody gets hurt."

Gerard lifted the pistol from his back pocket, aiming at my chest. "I beg to differ. You drop the pills and you don't get hurt."

I backed up until I reached the porch, the gun still pointed to me. "C-calm down..." He had three shots, and he was about a centimeter from chest. He could have killed me on the spot. I'm the only one stopping him from robbing, murdering, or whatever the hell he did that I never knew about. I had a faint feeling that it was the end.

"I won't calm the fuck down!" he laughed manically.

"Ashes," he grinned, and one bullet went to the left side of the rail, a few inches from my arm. "Ashes," the bullet went to the right side, the rail breaking apart. For dear life, I hung on Gerard.

Gerard was one of those people who saved the best for last. This last shot would be more dramatic than the Titanic, The Schindler's List, and Life Is Beautiful combined. Inches away from our feet, he shot the last bullet at the porch's flooring. "We all fall down..." he whispered in my ear.

Notes

I tried to write smut but I don't think I did it right. I tried my best and I obviously failed ( I think I wrote fluff instead or something? I'm not really sure...) Also! What's in italics and bold came from the awesome Stitches. Couldn't have put that scene better myself :)

And the ending there...well you'll see what happens, and why Gerard did it