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It was quiet and dark in Gerard Way’s hotel room. He was alone, even though Frank was meant to be sharing the room with him. They had a double bed like a normal couple would when staying in the same room for a night.

Frank had gone off for some cigarettes as he had run out and Gerard was feeling like a bitch so didn’t give him any of his. Well that was half an hour ago and the singer was feeling really worried by this point. It didn’t take that long, he had already stocked up so he knew the time it took from their room from the shop.

Breathing out a deep sigh, Gerard got out of bed and out of the room. Off to look for his tiny energetic boyfriend. Frank was always getting into trouble so only god knew what could happen when left alone for too long.

Gerard was about to turn the corner but stopped when he heard shuffling and grunting. He slowly looked round the corner, holding in a gasp at the sight that was before him.

Frank, up against a wall. A tall dude pinning him to the wall. They were kissing. Gerard felt the tears run down his face before he fully registered them and was about to storm over there before he heard a whimper. However this whimper was not one of pleasure. Deciding to listen more the 28 year old stayed where he was, his nosey nature getting the better of him.

“Stop Drake, please stop.” Frank rasped out. Gerard felt himself go rigid from the fear that was in his boyfriend’s voice. Wait frank knew the guy?

“Shut up you little whore. If you like using your mouth so much why don’t I put it to use.” He heard the other guy sneer followed by the sound of a zipper. Gerard made to step out before he heard the sound of a slap and a whimper- Frank again.

He rushed round that corner, the guys back to him, and Gerard leapt at him. They both fell to the ground with a thump. He could hear Frank yell out his name and scream something but that all blurred out.

Punch after punch after punch, he delivered to the fuckers face. The guy who was about to take advantage of his boyfriend. His Frankie. No one fucking touched Frank but him.

He could feel his knuckles split and bleed but nothing mattered but this guy’s face being broken by Gerard. The guy Drake was already unconscious but that didn’t matter. Gerard kept punching, a sneer ever present on his face. He wasn’t one for violence, he was a pacifist for fucks sake but the thought of Frank being taken advantage of like that-

Arms were tugging at him but he resisted. The arms were persistent however and managed to pull Gerard off of the bloody unconscious man and onto the floor, only to wrap around him when he went to go for him again.

“Gee! Gerard what the fuck?” He heard Mikey yell next to him. His brother, Ray and Frank all came into view meaning Bob was the one who was holding him down. He finally went limp but Bob still held on.

“Fucker, let go of me Bob! I’m not going to go for him again, fucking let me go!” He squirmed and after some hesitance Bob released him. Mikey opened his mouth to say something else but Gerard didn’t care. He rushed to his feet and pulled Frank into his arms.

He could feel the younger male shake in his arms and his shirt was getting warm and wet- he was crying. He shushed the sobbing male and pet at his hair.

“It’s okay Frankie. He can’t hurt you now. He isn’t going to touch you again, I promise.” Gerard cooed and Frank’s sobbing became a little louder as he clutched at Gerard and nuzzled under his chin.

The others traded concerned looks, obviously realising what had happened. Bob made a move at the unconscious piece of shit on the floor but Ray placed a hand on his arm and shook his head.

Mikey grabbed his cell phone and motioned he was going to call the police, the others nodded as Gerard and Frank stayed oblivious in their little bubble. Gerard was crying too now, thankful he went out to search for his boyfriend.

“Did you know the guy Frankie?” Gerard whispered when Frank’s sobbing had died down. Frank shook his head no.

“N-not really. H-he stopped m-me outside the s-shop and s-said h-he was a fan. He said h-his room was n-near us but then pushed me ag-against the w-wall.” Frank stuttered and burrowed further into Gerard’s arms. Gerard tightened his hold in return and placed several kisses on top his boyfriends head.

The sound of sirens could be heard coming closer to the hotel and Gerard registered his fellow band mates crowding round the couple but he didn’t care. He had Frank in his arms now and that’s all that mattered to him.

“I got you, Frankie. I got you.”

Notes

So hey guys I actually bothered to upload for once ^.^ I don't know why I decided to write this depressing crap but I did anyway so high ho!

Also shameless promotion- I have a youtube channel and im fairly new so I thought I would share this with you. In the not to distant future I want to videos on sexuality and important videos. Slightly like sex ed but not. If you know what I mean.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcmCFchjR3isQqKiCon9s6A Anyway it would mean a lot of you checked it out. You don't have to obviously but I want to reach 30 subs before the end of the month and im at 23 now which is crazy after only a month for me. My mum thinks im wasting my time on it but I want to prove her wrong. So yeah :) Soz im just doing a promo and I don't care if I look desperate haha.

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