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Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair

Chapter 20: So, black is the color of my true love's hair

Gerard P.O.V.

Seven Months Later

It passed. I remember the police picking a bloody Ray off the floor. Dead. He bled out after spelling Basement. The police searched the basement. With the evidence, they accused my father. Death penalty. A lethal injection. I got to see his eyes roll to the back of his head and stay there for good.

--No one ever had much nice to say I think they never liked you anyway--

I woke up shivering. As soon as the soft sob escaped me, Frank was awake.

"Baby?" He touched my face softly. "Another bad dream?"

I nodded, a fresh tear running down my cheek.

"Gee... your father is dead. You saw so yourself. He's dead and Mikey is in therapeutic jail."

I clutched on to Frank's chest. His bare, beautifully-tattooed chest.

"Just... forget about them, baby. For US."

I knew what would help. What would make me forget everything forever.

"Please, Frankie? Pleeease? Pretty please I... I need you...."

Frank sighed into my hair. I felt his breathing hitch.

"But G-Gerard, the d-doctor s-said-"

"I NEED you!"

Frank groaned. I felt something press against my leg.

"G-Gee bear?" He whined.

I looked up at him and slammed our lips together.

He moaned into the kiss, softly beginning to grind against me.

The feeling was amazing. Slowly, his fingers find my hole.

"J-Just...Frankie.... AH...."

His fingers.... Those beautifully tattooed fingers....mmmm....

I threw my head back. He latched onto my neck and began to suck.

I pushed myself against his fingers. It burned slightly. Again and again. He scissors me open. He adds a third finger. A slight pain. Then, pleasure.

"N-Now...." I moaned. "I... I n-need YOU."

Then, I was empty. But only for a few moments. A click. A bottle being opened.

And then, a pefectly lubricated and gloriously big Frank.

He moaned about how tight I was. I gasped at him being so big.

We waited, him filling me up so good I didn't know what to do with myself.

Slowly, he pulled out and thrusted back in again.

I gripped the blankets and moaned to the ceiling.

"This is how much I love you, baby." He whispered into my ear.

I'm on my back.

Again. Nice and slow. This time, he brushes my prostate. I grip his hair.

Nice...and...slow.... His lips on my neck. The blankets rub on my back. The bed creaks.

"So good.... so good.... Frankie... oh, baby.... fuck.... f-fuck...." my panting is the loudest thing in the room.

He grunts into my ear. Slowly... slowly....

Suddenly, he slams into me and I scream. The momentary sound of slapping skin. Softly again. Slowly... slowly.... He slams in twice.

A knot in my stomach.

"F-Frankie... I... I'm gonna..."

"I know, b-baby. M-Me t-too."

Slowly again. He licks my neck. I sigh into his hair.

I'm slicked in sweat. So is he.

"One more." I beg. "H-Hard... p-please.. I n-need to f-feel y-you. F-Frankie... m-make me yours...."

He growls and slams into me. Hard. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times; each time, eliciting a scream from my lips.

Finally, I scream his name in absolute pleasure. My walls tighten around him just as he screams too.

He bites into my shoulder just as I feel the warm and stickiness leave him. Just as my own covers us in whiteness.

In the dark room, we orgasm together.

Frank rides it out, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as he nears the end; pumping me to the rhythm as I become a moaning mess.

Finally, he collapses against my chest, gasping out for air.
I'm the first to speak.

"That... T-That.... oh, Frankie...."

Tears begin pouring out of my eyes. But not because of sadness. I've never been happier in my life.

Inside me, Frank is softening. He pulls out. Then, Frank pulls me into his chest.

"I f-feel like an id-diot f-for crying..."

Frank shakes his head into my neck. I can feel his smile.

"L-Love?" I ask.

Frank nods into my neck."So much, baby." He whispers. "So so so much...." his hot breath tickles.

I can still feel the warmness coursing inside me. I hug Frank.

After everything that has happened... I'm so lucky to have had someone like him. We kiss softly, his fingers in my hair.

"What was your bad dream about, baby?" He asks. His voice sounds soft, yet firm.

He's going to protect me. I know it. Now, nothing bad can happen to us. My Frankie is going to keep me safe. We will be happy now. Father is gone. No one will ever hurt me again.

"It doesn't matter. It’s never going to happen again."

I kiss him. He smiles and kisses me back.


THE END

Notes

well, that's it!

if you would like so, i might make a sequel to this.. or might launch another.
please give me your opinion

would you rather:

vampire Frank and human Gerard in an apartment complex

or

abusive Bob with delicate Frank?

i'll be doing both, but i want to know which one you would like first.

Comments

@my chemical spooks
THANK YOUUU
anti-frerard is in which fate does not want them to truly be happy together

BLOOD'Y REVENGE BLOOD'Y REVENGE
1/19/17

HOLY SHIT YOU WRITE LIKE A POET WOW

anti-frerard, whats that? meh love the story

@Lost_Soul
thank you!!

BLOOD'Y REVENGE BLOOD'Y REVENGE
11/19/16

DUDE I LOVE THIS STORY <3

Lost_Soul Lost_Soul
11/13/16