Safe?.... Never! (Re-edited for easier reading)

"Hello Frank.. Nice of you to join us"

Frank swallowed hard, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Bert!"

He hissed...

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Bert grinned maliciously as he shifted himself behind Gerard's petrified body. His left hand, claw like, was wrapped around the older man's throat, with his index finger pointing straight up under his chin, forcing his head back, his fingernails digging sharply into pale, trembling flesh.

In his other hand, was a knife. It had a blade of about 3 inches, a camouflage design all over, and a razor sharp edge that glinted in the light. At the base of the cutting edge, there appeared to be an inch long serrated section, but it was the tip that Frank was more concerned about.
Currently, the point of the weapon was approximately 5mm from Gerard's right eye, just touching his lashes with each blink of his frightened hazel eyes.

Of course, Gerard couldn't see the blade, but he knew it was there. A tiny trickle of blood ran down his cheek from where Bert had demonstrated it's existence to him.

Gerard whimpered in terror as the psychopath breathed hot air onto his neck and ground against his ass.

"God, I missed your butt.."

He groaned, grinning when he saw the murderous look on Frank's face.

".. Now now Frankie. No need to get all jealous. You had him for the last 6 months, now it's my turn."

Bert licked a stripe up the side of Gerard's neck, the fear this caused was obvious by the way his body jolted and shook.

"Bert.. Let him go.."

Frank's voice was low and dangerous, as he swept his eyes over the scene, looking for anything he could use to his advantage.

".. Haven't you hurt him enough?"

Nothing. There was nothing! Frank returned his gaze to Gerard's quivering form, wishing he could just hold him.

"What will you give me... If I let him go?.."

Bert mused.

".. I mean.. I can't leave empty handed, now can I?"

There was an evil glint in Bert's eye, and a malice in his voice that made Frank want to hide under the bed. But he didn't let it show.

"Me.."

Frank breathed, then met Bert's mad stare.

".. Take me."

The look on Bert's face was priceless, he couldn't believe Frank just said that.

"YOU?... You'd go in his place?"

The concept of that kind of self-sacrifice was alien to him.

"If you let him go, I'll go with you.."

Frank nodded minutely.

".. I won't fight back"

Bert seemed to be considering this, but it was Gerard's weak, shaky voice that spoke next.

"No.."

"Gee, baby.. Let me do this.. I can't let him hurt you again."

Frank could see the tears slide down his lover's cheeks.

".. Frankie.. No... I love you so much. You can't forfeit yourself for me.. I won't allow it"

"Gee.. PLEASE..."

Frank begged, his own face wet with tears.

"Enough!.."

Bert spat, silencing the pair.

".. I've made a decision..."

Releasing Gerard's throat, but keeping the blade in place, Bert reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew what looked like a handkerchief. Raising it quickly, he shoved it over Gerard's mouth and nose, the frightened man jerking violently, his eyes growing impossibly wide before rolling to the back of his head as his body fell limp.

Frank dashed forward, but froze again as the knife sliced Gerard's colourless skin, a drop of scarlet tracing down his cheek.

"Bert.. Please don't..."

Bert scoffed.

"It's just chloroform Frank.."

Bert lowered Gerard's lifeless body to the ground.

".. So he can't call the cops."

Fresh panic flooded Frank's system as he took this in.

"You're.."

He swallowed back the fear.

".. You're taking me?"

It was what he'd said he wanted of course, but that didn't make the prospect any less terrifying.

"Yes Frank, I am.."

Bert stepped over Gerard's anaesthetised body, and moved toward the shorter man.

".. Now hold still."

He lifted the cloth as he approached.
Frank knew that if he had any chance of getting Gerard and himself out of this in one piece, it was now.
Keeping his eyes trained on the knife, now held down by Bert's side, Frank panted slightly and waited.
As Bert stepped closer, the drugged cloth held out in front of him, he studied Frank's face and gripped the knife tighter. Frank looked scared, but Bert knew that a scared animal, was a dangerous one.

"Close your eyes Frank."

Frank's eyes widened comically, his knees becoming weak. He thought about refusing, but the look Bert sent him broached no argument.
Frank closed his eyes and listened intently to the nearing footsteps. Expecting the damp cloth over his face any second, Frank tensed and held his breath.
The cloth never came.

Instead, Bert plunged the knife into Frank's abdomen, laughing manically as the smaller man screamed out and fell to his knees, the knife still in his belly.

"It was never gonna be you Frank.."

Bert giggled, squatting down in front of the fading, gasping man and taking hold of the knife.

".. It was always him!"

Then he yanked the blade back out, grinning at the pained gargling that came from Frank's throat.
Standing up and turning his back on Frank's slumped body, Bert wiped the blood off his knife onto the leg of his jeans and walked back over to the one he really wanted.. Gerard.

Just as Bert tucked the knife into his inside pocket, there was a loud knock on the front door. Bert's head snapped left toward the noise.

"Fuck!.."

He hissed, looking back down at his prey.

".. Guess you'll just have to wait."

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Ray stood on Frank and Gerard's doorstep. He'd been knocking for two minutes now, and was getting pissed. Frank had said to come straight over, and that's just what he'd done, and now, no one was answering the fucking door.

"Frank?.. Gerard?.. You home guys?"

He called out, banging on the wood again.

"What's going on?"

Mikey said behind him, making him jump.
Ray turned to look at his recently acquired boyfriend, a large grin spreading across his face as Mikey leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"They're not answering.."

He pulled the shorter man into his chest and kissed his lips.

".. Have you got a key?"

Mikey nodded and held up the small silver key, a smile sliding onto his perpetual poker face.

"Come on.."

Mikey put the key in the lock and turned it, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

".. Gee?.. Frankie?.. You here?...."

His words died on his lips as he saw the scene before him.

"Babe, what's...?"

Ray came up behind him as Mikey froze, the colour draining away from his face and his breath hitching in his throat.

".. Oh.. Shit!"

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Bert huddled in his small, dark space, watching the screen on his laptop and biding his time. That could've gone better. But at least Frank was out of the way, so now, he'd just have to wait.
He'd get another chance, he knew he would, but he couldn't rely on Bob's help any more, he'd just have to do this all on his own, just the way he liked it.

Notes

What did I just do??
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