Developing Wings on the Way Down

Weeks had passed since Mrs. Way had met Frank. Her husband still remained ignorant to the demon, which was easy to maintain since he spent a good majority of the time at work to support the family as the two sons tried to figure out a way to contribute their loot without suspicion. She made sure to send Frank down a plate of his own food, regardless of the fact that he mainly stuck to a steady diet of cheese balls, a seemingly unattainable amount of grape juice, and continuous feeds of Lakeside Dreams while the brothers where away or busy.
One particular night, Frank sat by the basement window staring up at the night world as Gerard watched him from his cigarette-burn covered beanbag. He couldn't help but be fascinated by the way the demons wings shone bright in the moonlight, but coal-like in the sun, as well as how detailed the ink on his arms was. Depictions of human hearts and band logos that Gerard had observed over the past month. Frank paid no attention as the raven-haired boy took out his sketchbook and began to draw the soft contours of the other boy. This went on for about an hour as the demon pretended not to notice as he 'coincidentally' changed his position every ten minutes or so to reveal new angles. He was basking in the attention, especially from Gerard. Soon enough, he couldn't see the once negligible movement in his peripheral vision and ended up turning his head to see what the hold up was. Gerard was asleep. His head was flopped over to meet his shoulder and a small line of saliva flowed down his chin and onto his t-shirt. The immortal couldn't help but smile as he walked gingerly across the carpet to crouch and gently shake his arm. Gerard's eyes opened slowly as he squinted up at Frank.
"Hi" he grumbled groggily, stretching before realizing the sketchbook still sat open on his lap. At that point, he smoothly swiped it off his knees and onto the floor face-down, even though Frank had already glanced at it.
"Mornin 'Rard" Frank replied, slowly helping his friend up to his feet and over to the bed. "You look tired."
"You think?" the other chuckled, rubbing at the corner of his eye and flopping over onto the creaky mattress. Frank got in his spot and laid there for a while before Mikey burst through the door.
"Guys-wait are you two sleeping already?" he spoke, squinting in the dark "Never mind. Guess what? Bob is back in town.. he's staying at Ray's for the night and they're kind of partying... You know, just the five of us?" he proposed, smiling. The two looked at each other, silently contemplating the pros and cons of leaving the warm house, but finally agreed on a solid 'yes'. After all, it was Bob, and they did owe him.
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Ray's apartment lights were dimmed as the group sat on the living room's couches (and stool) talking about their triumph while a wrestling show flashed sweaty men talking smack. Each boy held a beer or a mixed drink from the small pharmacy of alcohol hidden behind stained-glass cupboards in the kitchen. All aside from Frank, who wrestled with a grape wine cooler that had been left by one of Ray's exes.
"How did you know to come save our asses, man?" Gerard drawled through cigarette teeth.
"I just had a feeling, you know? It's these gang jobs man. Always have something tricky. 'Got bout halfway down the interstate but I just couldn't leave knowing you fuckers might be in trouble." He rolled his eyes "I'm too generous."
"But you saved us all. We needed you." Frank added, tipping the fruity-pink bottle towards the blonde. "We owe you a lot."
Bob dismissed the gratitude with a gesture of his hand but the glint in his eye showed he truly appreciated it. He was the center of attention the whole night. In the past month he had been gone, he'd grown a beard and a shaggy mop of hair.
"So... where have you been, man?" Ray questioned, taking a bite of a freshly cheesed cracker. "I mean, if I can ask that."
"Well," the blonde began, "I went to take care of some things in Chicago regarding some new found enemies, but they parted company when they heard that ol' Bryar had made his way back to town. I guess that's the best for the both of us, but I was expecting a fight. Big disappointment. So I ended up finding a nice place in the Sproul forest up in Pennsylvania. It's pretty far off the beaten path, but I like it, you know? Not many visitors."
The rest of the group discontinued their questions and left those words where they lie. Bob wasn't going to stop giving them vague answers any time soon anyway. This started numerous rounds of small talk, passing thoughts through the circle like peace-pipe smoke that danced through their minds and out their mouths with changed perspective each turn. The words were swallowed down with alcohol. Not a very original beverage for meetings. With the drinks, came the consequences as the boys stumbled around the apartment. Frank watched them all fumble seeing as he had only drank the one lonely wine cooler and stopped there. Soon enough, the inebriate majority fell tired.
"Bobs got my guest room, but there's a couch in there, too. And a couch in my room." Ray nodded, rubbing his tired eyes. "And the other two can sleep out here."

Frank and Gerard took over the living room, Frank guiding him around the table and decorative things until he found the fluffy couch.
"Fraaaank," he called after a good few minutes. "Fraaank c'mere."
The demon got up off his own makeshift bed and crawled over, making sure to tuck the loose half of the Way's blanket over his feet.
"'Rard?" he asked, peering at the gold-flecked eyes in front of him.
"Frank you're so cute." Gerard smiled, brushing the hair from the aforementioned's face. "I could just, could just.. swallow you up." he nodded. Frank chuckled and wrapped his arms around the sweaty form and hugged him.
"'Rard needs sleep." he giggled.
"Nooo." The Way protested "Gee-'Rard needs Frankie. To hold his hand and stuff." Frank's heart thumped and fluttered as he remembered; hey, that's what the in-love people do on Lakeside Dreams... Gerard must have senced the other's sudden attention to his words because he kept talking, "You are very handsome Frankie. You know, I dream about you all the time. "

That was the last thing that Gerard said before he became a drooling mess on the couch, but the last ten words echoed in Frank's brain in a satisfying jingle.
You know, I dream about you all the time.....
You know, I dream about you all the time......
You know, I dream about you all the time......

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