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Shivering from the cold, and kind of lost right now, Gerard hugged his arms around himself and let hot tears mix with the cold water as they dropped from his eyelashes.
He stumbled aimlessly through the dark streets, not recognising, or really caring, where he was right now.
There were a group of teenagers up ahead, so Gerard crossed to the other side of the street, not wanting trouble. Luckily, they ignored him.
Gerard jumped as his cellphone vibrated in his pocket. With trembling fingers, he withdrew the device and peered at the screen through tear-blurred eyes. Mikey!
Frank must've called him.
Gerard hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.

"H..hello?"

"Where are you?"

Mikey's voice was neutral, no accusations. That was not how he did things.

"I.."

Gerard sobbed, looking around himself.

"I d..don't know!"

"Calm down Gee. Find a landmark or a street sign."

Gerard was panicking slightly, cos two of the teenagers were looking his way. He moved further down the street and looked for something to tell Mikey.

"There's.. There's a sign.."

He sniffed, shivering pitifully and glancing toward the teens, who were now ALL staring toward him.

"It says, Belmont Street.. I don't know w..where that is!"

"Okay okay, I got you. I'm putting it in the GPS and I will come and get you. Just stay there and stay calm."

"H.. Hurry."

Gerard whimpered as the teenagers got up off their bench and started to wander in his direction.
He looked around. There was no one else in sight.

"Please Mikey?"

"Pete's on his way right now and I am going to stay on the phone with you."

Gerard's breathing quickened as the teens got closer.

"Mikey?.. I'm s..sorry!"

He shook with cold and fear as they approached.

"I got you, just hold on."

A car started to pull up just as the teenagers got there. Pete stepped out and smiled.

"Going my Way sweetheart?"

He put the emphasis on the Way on purpose.

Gerard had never been happier to see the little pervert in his life, and threw himself into Pete's arms.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

He chanted into the other man's shoulder as he heard the teenagers walk straight past and on down the street.

Pete hugged Gerard back, but heard him wince when he touched his back.

"So where am I taking you?"

Gerard sobbed heavily and clung to Pete.

"They w..won't un..underst..stand!"

"Shhh Shh, easy Gee, I got you. Look, lets go get coffee and you can tell me okay?"

Pete helped Gerard into the car and then ran around to the drivers seat. He started it up and headed to the diner.

Gerard folded in on himself, shaking so hard that his teeth chattered.

"C..cold!"

He murmured as he drew his knees up to his chest and tried to make himself as small as possible.

Pete blasted the heat along with the radio. Linkin Park came on.

"Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal.
Fear is how I fall, confusing what is real."


As Gerard started to feel a little warmer, turned shakily toward Pete.

"Th..thank you f..for this, P..Pete."

"No problem Gee. Despite the stupid things I say, I always have your back."

The song continued.

"There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming confusing.
This lack of self control I fear, is never ending, controlling I can't seem...to find myself again, my walls are closing in. (Without a sense of confidence
I'm convinced that it's just too much pressure to take).
I felt this way before...so insecure."

"I.. I can't go back.. He'll HATE me!"

Gerard whined as they pulled into the parking lot at the front of a Denny's diner.

"Gee no one could hate you, least of all Frank."

Pete led Gerard into the diner and made a face.

"That's funny, never had that happen before."

The same song was playing in the diner.

"Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me, distracting, reacting.
To find myself again, my walls are closing in."

"Think it's trying to tell you something Gee?"

Pete slid into a booth and told the waitress to bring them two cups of coffee.

Gerard sat opposite Pete, his arms wound tight around his middle as he continued to shiver slightly.

"If he knew.. And you know, he SAW!.. But I can't tell him.. He'd hate me!.. Mikey would too.."

He sniffed, pathetically. He wasn't making much sense.

"I can't go back."

He hung his head, disappearing behind a curtain of wet, red hair.

"Hey hey, it's okay. Look, you can stay with Mikey and i tonight okay?"

"Crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal.
Fear is how I fall, confusing, confusing what is real.
There's something inside me, that pulls beneath the surface.
Consuming, (confusing what is real).
This lack of self control I fear, is never ending.
Controlling, (confusing what is real)."

"But Mikey.. He'll.. He.. Oh GOD!"

Gerard collapsed into tears over the shiny yellow table.

"I can't.. He.."

He sobbed and shook his head.

"I should just kill myself!"

He muttered under his breath, hoping Pete didn't hear.

Pete jumped up and went to the other side. He caressed Gerard's hair lightly.

"Shhh, it's okay Gee. We will just tell him that you and Frank got into a fight. He doesn't have to know anything."

Gerard flinched as Pete touched him, gasping and breaking into a fresh round of sobs.

"I tried to stop it, ya see?.. I said no, but he wouldn't let m..me go."

Gerard whimpered.

"He was.. Too s..strong!"

The waitress brought over the coffee and two waters. She looked at the sobbing man with concern. Pete gave her a small smile. She left and Pete picked up the water and placed a straw in it.

"Here Gee, take a little sip, it will help."

Gerard gave a small, weak smile and accepted the offered drink, taking the tip of the straw between his bitten lips and sucking gently, eyes on Pete's hand as it held the glass.
After a moment, he released the straw, shuddering slightly as a dribble of icy cold water dripped from his hair, down the back of his neck.

"If I t..tell you something.. Can I trust you NOT to go b..blabbing to Mikey.. or Frank?"

Pete heard it in the man's voice. This was big. Pete thought about all those years he did not take Gerard seriously. This was his chance to make it up to him.

"I promise Gee."

Gerard studied Pete for a minute. Could he REALLY trust him?
He lowered his eyes to look at his lap.

"I w..was raped!"

He whispered out.

"M..my bosses son.. H..he said if I told.. He'd s..say it was m..me.."

More tears fell.

"His p..parents.. They d..dote on him.. They'd h..have me l..locked up."

Pete nearly dropped the glass of water. He put it down and lifted Gerard's face to him.

"Oh Gee..."

Pete hugged him careful to avoid his back.

"Listen, I have a friend that lives in the apartment across from Mikey and I. She has no room mate right now because of school. You could stay there. Plus since she is a girl, you might feel more comfortable."

Gerard's lip quivered.

"Why are you being so nice to me?.. I'm dirty.. Disgusting!"

He really couldn't understand it.

"No you're not Gee. Your beautiful and I am really sorry for not seeing you all those years and trying to get into your pants. Fuck I am no better than that rapist."

"No Pete!"

Gerard breathed.

"You always accepted 'No!' as my answer.. You never tried to force the issue, or make me feel bad.. No Pete!.. You're NOTHING like that monster."

Gerard picked up the glass and took a sip, hand shaking, then placed it back on the table.

"But you're wrong.. I'm so fuckin' far from beautiful."

"Oh Gee..."

Pete just held the man as he rocked him.

"Are you sure we can't tell Frank or Mikey. They would understand."

"NO!!"

Gerard shouted out, pulling back from Pete and drawing the attention of the couple other customers in the diner, and the little blonde waitress behind the counter.
He swallowed heavily and studied the floor for a moment. When he continued, it was at a much lower volume, but still held the same tone of fear and desperation.

"You PROMISED Pete!.. They can't find out."

"Okay okay, but what am I supposed to say then?"

The waitress came back over.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just asked him a shocking question, that's all. Hey can I see a menu? I want to get some food to go."

"Sure thing honey."

She looked at Gerard.

"You poor thing."

She quickly grabbed a menu and then left.
Gerard shrugged helplessly.

"I don't know!.. He saw.. But he shouldn't have seen them.. I don't know what to tell him.. I don't know how to fix this.."

He broke down against Pete's shoulder.

"Help me?.. Please help me Pete?"

"Okay okay, look, We will figure out a plan when I get you back to the apartment."

Pete pulled out his phone and hit speed dial.

"Hey, listen...where are you? Ugh, really? No, look I have a friend in trouble and he needs a place to stay. No, no drugs and no police involved. Yeah, okay, I'll use the key. Thanks."

Pete hung up and looked at the menu. He called the waitress over and ordered some food for all three of them.

"All right Gee, let's go, we'll eat when we get there."

Gerard followed Pete out of the booth and over to the counter to collect their food.
He pressed himself against the other man's side for warmth, as heavy shivers shook his thin frame. He was cold, tired, hungry, (though he didn't want to eat) and unbelievably scared. WOULD Pete keep his word, and help him without bringing Frank or Mikey into it? Gerard didn't know, and the exhaustion that was starting to take him over was NOT helping him think straight.
Leaning against Pete, allowing the other man to wrap an arm around him, Gerard felt his eyelids getting heavy, and they fluttered shut.
The next thing he knew, and he had no idea how he'd gotten there, he was in Pete's car, outside the apartment building that he and Mikey lived in, and Pete was lifting him out of the passenger seat, bridal style, (Ah! THAT'S how he got there) while juggling the take-out bag, and his keys.

"I can walk P..Pete!"

Gerard shivered, his voice coming out small and scratchy.
Pete smiled down at him while kicking his car door shut, but didn't answer.
Gerard rested his head on Pete's shoulder and closed his eyes again, as it didn't look like Pete had any intention of putting him down.
Gerard must've drifted back off to sleep, cos the next time he woke up, he was warm, dry, in clean sweatpants and a baggy Smiths t-shirt, and in a bed he'd never seen before.
Panicking slightly, cos he wasn't exactly sure where he was, Gerard stared shakily around the small room, but could find nothing to tell him what was happening.
It took him a full 4 minutes to remember that this must be Pete's friend's place, and then he became aware of muffled voices from somewhere else in the apartment.
Shuffling out of the comfy, warm blankets, and choosing to wrap one around himself to go, Gerard left the dark bedroom and quietly padded down a short hallway toward where the voices were coming from.
The apartment appeared to be a mirror image of Mikey and Pete's, so Gerard wasn't surprised when he found himself in the living room. And there was Pete, sat talking to a small girl with bright yellow and green hair.

"Hi."

He murmured, shyly, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Hey Gee, this is my friend Hayley."

The girl offered her hand.

"Nice to meet you Gee. I heard a lot about you from your brother and Pete."

"It's all lies.."

Gerard chuckled softly, accepting Hayley's hand and shaking it gently.

"Thank you for this.. You don't know how much it means."

His lip wobbled slightly as he held back fresh tears.

"Now Pete didn't tell me everything, but he told me enough, and whille I agree that you should talk to your fiance about this, I will keep you safe here."

Pete patted the sofa between them.

Gerard swallowed and sobbed once, pulling the blanket tighter around himself, then moved over and sank into the space they'd made for him. Tears slid from his eyes and he curled into himself again.

"M..my l..life's over!"

He sobbed painfully.

"Oh sweetie, no it's not. You are away from that rapist bastard. He won't hurt you again. You can relax and recoup and then when you are ready, we can talk to...sorry what was your fiance's name?"

Gerard hiccuped and turned big, sad eyes toward the little colourful girl.

"F..Frankie!.. But you d..don't get it!.. I HAVE to go back.. He.. He said he'd tell h..his mum that I k..kissed him.."

Gerard broke down again.

"I d..don't have a ch..choice!

"No, if you want us to keep your secret for now, you will not go back and, you will start therapy."

Pete never looked more serious in his life.

"But Jon said he'd.. I.. I'm scared!"

Gerard admitted, burying his face in his hands.

"Well I got you now, and I am going to smother you with hugs and pizza and popcorn and movie marathons! Oh and we can do make overs!"

Hayley giggled as she hugged Gerard and rocked him.

"And if that bastard tries anything, I will rip his nuts off and shove them up his ass!"

Pete clamped his legs shut and winced.

"Ow Hales, lay off please, little Petey is sensitive."

Gerard couldn't help but giggle slightly into Hayley's shoulder.

"LITTLE Petey?.. HOW little we talking here Pete?"

He wiggled his little finger at Pete, smirking slightly as he wiped away his latest flood of tears.

"Well baby, i'll tell you what i'll do for you..."

Pete stood up and started to undo his buckle, smirking. Hayley grabbed the remote to hit at his hands, but she missed and hit him right in the nuts.

"FUCK!"

Pete fell over cradling his crotch and groaning.

Wide eyed, Gerard stared down at Pete's pained expression. He was kind of glad Hayley had done that, cos he really didn't want to see Pete's junk.
The masculine side of him was wincing at what had happened, but his slightly more dominant feminine side was cheering loudly right now.

"Ouch!"

Was all he chose to say.

"Right, so I will leave you two ladies to get acquainted."

Pete's voice was high pitched as he limped out of the apartment.

Gerard sniffed and shuffled a little to his right, giving Hayley a bit more room.

"He's not what I thought."

Gerard murmured, staring toward the door.

"Who Pete? Nah, he's an old softy. You should see him with Mikey. He can't do enough for the boy to make him happy. He's lucky that Mikey isn't the type of guy to take advantage of him"

"But he's spent the last four years being an obnoxious pervert and trying to get in my panties at every opportunity.. And tonight.. He was just so.. NICE!.. I'm not used to this side of him.."

Gerard frowned slightly.

"I didn't know there WAS a this side of him!"

Hayley laughed when she heard this.

"Seriously? Mikey would have his guts for garters first."

"It's true.."

Gerard sniffed.

"I always been kinda scared of him actually.. He freaked me out, cos he was WAY too touchy-feely!"

"Awww come here you frightened kitten."

Hayley opened her arms wide.
Gerard fell into her arms and buried his face, ignoring as his stomach grumbled noisily.

"Sounds like someones hungry. I got some left over Chinese we can munch and look! Mushy romantic comedies!"

Hayley held up "Two Weeks Notice" and "Runaway Bride".

Gerard knew he had to eat, he could always purge later, when Hayley went to bed.
Smiling softly, he nodded and pointed to the box in her left hand.

"That one first."

He chuckled, tucking his feet up beneath him and snuggling down under his blanket.

"Yes! Hugh Grant as a bumbling idiot business man! I knew we would get along!"

Hayley handed the DVD to Gerard.

"Okay, you put the movie in and I.will get the food heated up."

She kissed his cheek and bounced into the kitchen.
Gerard put the DVD in and tried to work out which of the four remote controls on her coffee table worked the player. He was pretty sure he was gonna like living here!

(Time passes)

"What do you mean he quit!? Garmin James Talbot, you have some explaining to do!"

Sam was pissed. Frank was the best messenger and worker in the whole company. He had a long history of exceptional behaviour, so to find out that he just suddenly up and quit, upset Sam terribly.

"No one quits for no reason! Now you are the only one that he works with at the moment and that makes you suspect number one!"

Sam stood there with his arms crossed waiting for an answer from his youngest son.
Garmin rolled his eyes and slumped in his office chair.

"Thanks for the support dad. He was just being a temperamental drama queen."

Garmin huffed.

"I think he's still pissed that I took his job.. He wants it all to himself.."


He sat up straighter.

"I'll get him back though.. I'll talk him round, don't worry."

"That can't be it. He knows that when you go back to school he is taking over and only stepping down when you are on breaks. No! It's something else. Are him and Gerard okay?"

Garmin quirked an eyebrow.

"I don't know.. They always SEEM solid.. But I guess you never can tell what's happening behind closed doors."

"I have not seen the boy for the last few days for lunch... not that they really eat anyway."

Sam chuckled.

"Ah to be young and in love."

He cleared his throat again.

"Perhaps I should talk to him. I will try and ring him after my meeting."

Sam tousled Garmin's hair like he was a child, then walked off still muttering about young love.

Garmin swore under his breath. If his dad spoke to Frank, and Frank told him what had happened..
Sam wasn't exactly known for his patience.. Garmin still had a couple of belt marks on his back from the last time he'd disappointed him.. So he needed to get on top of this, and fast!
Pulling out his cellphone, Garmin quickly typed in a message to Frank's number, and pressed send.

To Frankie boy, from Garmin.
Need to talk.. No tricks, I swear!.. Name a time and place.. I'll meet you.

Then he sat back and hoped for a reply.

(time passes)

"*groan* What the fuck hit me?"

Frank woke up to his phone going off. He had a headache.

"Gee? Baby? Can you get me some aspirin and the number of the truck that ran me over last night?"

Frank grabbed his phone and looked at it.

"Holy shit, it's late! I'm late!"

He sat up and then groaned as he made a beeline for the bathroom and tossed every thing he had in him. He flushed and crawled his way out.

"Gee, Gee baby, are you here?"

Frank lay his head down on the cool floor and closed his eyes for a moment. Just a moment he swore.

Garmin sat tapping his foot in annoyance. Why hadn't Frank called or text him back?.. He sent another message..

To Frankie boy, from Garmin.
Don't ignore me Frank.

The sound of his phone woke him again and then everything came flooding back. Quitting, getting drunk, throwing up, Gerard's back bleeding, his screams, him running away.

"Fuck!"

Frank quickly dials Mikey.

"Hey, it's Mikey, missed ya, call you back later."

"Fuck voice mail."

He saw his messages lit up. Sliding the phone open he saw Garmin's number. Frank dialed the number.

Garmin grinned as his phone finally rang. He answered it on the second ring.

"Good morning Frank.. I think we need to talk, don't you?"

"*groan* We have nothing to talk about Garmin. I told you that yesterday."

Frank pulled himself off the floor and walked around the place. Gerard was not here. He never returned.

"Oh I think we do Frankie boy.."

Garmin smirked as he leaned back in his chair.

"You see, I have some information that I think you'd be VERY interested in.. But you don't get it unless you come back to work, DON'T tell my dad about what happened, and do exactly as you're told to do.."

He laughed darkly.

"It really is in your best interests to agree."

"Garmin, I have had enough of your bullshit! Because of you I was too drunk to help Gerard, who was badly hurt by someone!"

Frank growled into the phone.

Garmin smirked.

"Yeah!.. And I just happen to know who... SURE you don't want to talk to me?"

"What the fuck do you know!?"

Frank was getting pissed now.

"Oh no no no Frankie boy!.. You don't get to demand answers, not til I get what I want!"

"You know what Garmin, go to hell! I will talk to your dad instead!"

Frank slammed the phone down and then started crying.

"Gee..."

"Fuck!"

Garmin yelled, then had a thought, and sent a quick text to Jon.

To Jon, from Garmin.
You told me you took photos of Gerard after you fucked him.. Can you forward me one.. I'm having a problem with Frankie boy.

He pressed send, and awaited Jon's answer. He was usually quite quick.

Seriously? Are you trying to get me killed?
~Al's Baby Jon~

"Oops"

Garmin chuckled to himself, before shooting off another text.

To Jon, from Garmin.
Sorry bout that bud, but you'd be saving my neck here if you could.

You could also get yourself killed.
~Al's Baby Jon~

Garmin gaped at his phone's screen. Was Jon serious? Was he REALLY threatening him?<>

To Jon, from Garmin.
Don't imagine you're smarter than me. I KNOW what you've done Jon. Don't cross me. Just send the fucking picture.

Fine, it's your funeral when you show it to Frank.
~Al's Baby Jon~

When Garmin's phone pinged with an incoming picture message, he grinned, and opened the attachment.
The picture was even more graphic than he'd expected, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight.

"Nice!"

He murmured, then typed a text to Frank, and added the picture before sending it on.

To Frankie boy, from Garmin.
I don't think you took me seriously before. I told you that I know who hurt your boy.. This is what else he did to him.
You want to know who it was? Then do as I say.

Having pressed send, he sat his phone on the desk, and waited.. He was pretty sure that this wouldn't take long.

Frank was finally getting something in his stomach other than alcohol when we heard his phone buzz. He picked it up and saw it was from Garmin again. He read the text and his eyes grew wide. He slowly let the picture load and then gasped. His baby! His baby was being hurt by someone. Frank started to tremble. He dropped the phone and ran out the door. Outside Jon was smoking.

"Hey Frank, where's the fire?"

"It's going to be in someone's face when I get a hold of them. Sorry Jon, not meant towards you."

He took off on his bike and Jon pulled out his phone.

He's on his way and I guess I should have warned you...Frank used to be a boxer in high school. Good luck man.
~Al's Baby Jon~

Garmin shrugged as he read the text. If Frank lay one finger on him, it would be caught on the brand new CCTV system that was installed just two hours ago, at his father's request.
He had Frankie boy right where he wanted him, and he was not getting away from him again.

Frank pulled into the parking lot and just dropped his bike. He ran right into the building and then office. He pushed the door open hard.

"Where the fuck is he you fucked up piece of shit!!"

Garmin smirked and pointed at the camera set in the top corner of the room.

"Just cool ya heel Frankie boy. Don't go off the deep end.."

He grabbed a pen off the desk and absently twirled it between his fingers.

"I know who hurt your little fairy, but I'm saying nothing, until you agree to my terms."

"You blackmailing piece of shit! Fuck you, I'd rather deal with the cops!"

"And then you will NEVER find out what I know.. Cos I'm not talking to the cops, or anyone else.. So if you want to make the guy who hurt Gerard pay, you WILL play by my rules. Is that quite clear, Frankie boy?"

Frank wanted to do everything to this guy, but the sane side of him said that he needed to find Gerard. He needed to do whatever it takes. Still he was not going to give in easily.

"I'm listening."

Garmin knew he'd got him now.

"You come back to work, if my dad asks, you were just having a bad day.. And for the foreseeable future, you fuck me whenever I want it.. You do all that, and I'll consider telling you what you want to know.. You don't, and that photo, along with the other dozen that were taken at the same time, end up all over the Internet.. They'll go viral within a week.."

Garmin smirked.

"Do we have a deal?"

Frank was disgusted. Seriously disgusted, but his hands were tied.

"Fine."

"Excellent!"

Garmin cheered.

"Now, your little display of testosterone has given me a major boner!.. So I think you should come here and take care of it for me, don't you?.."

At Frank's OBVIOUS reluctance, Garmin raised an eyebrow.

"Just pretend it's Gerard's cock you're sucking, if that helps."

"Unless you want me to puke on you, it's not the greatest idea."

Frank was still slightly hung over from last night and the only thing he wanted was to get away from here.

"I will see you tomorrow."

Garmin laughed.

"Hangover's suck dude!"

He could handle himself.

"Ok.. Tomorrow.. Don't be late!"

(time passes)

When Frank got home he collapsed. Someone was hurting his baby and he had no control. He always said that he would protect him and he had failed. Frank went in the kitchen and grabbed the last bottle of vodka in the house. He would buy more tomorrow, but tonight he just wanted to forget.

(time passes)

Jon had texted Gerard after Garmin assured him that he was alive and breathing and that he had everything under control. It was obvious that Gerard could not come here as long as Frank did not know where he was. He told his mom that Gerard had a family emergency and would be gone for a while. She understood of course. Now he just had to come up with another place to play with his pet.

"Are you sure it's cool?"

"Yeah, we only use the place in the winter time. Gonna shack up with Al for a bit?"

"Something like that, hey thanks man."

"No problem, key is under the fourth flower pot under the window."

Jon hung up with his frat buddy. Now he had a place, he only needed to alert his pet. He had bought a new phone just for him and his pet.

Meet me at the coffee shop on Grand in one hour.
~You Will Obey~

He chuckled as he hit send. The signature that he chose was perfect, and he knew that his pet would be there. He began to make a list of everything that he would need. He had some shopping to do before he picked up his pet.

(time passes)

"Hey Gee, I gotta get to work. Just make yourself comfortable. Later we can have fun blowing up smores in the micro! Ta!"

Hayley grabbed her bag and hopped on her bike. She decided that even though she was not working as a messenger, she was in a place far from that prick that she met yesterday. She knew that she could prove herself to her new boss and show that asshole up for sure.

"This could actually be kind of fun."

(time passes)

Gerard's heart raced and his palms started to sweat as he stepped through the door of the coffee shop. There, sat in a booth at the back, was Jon.
Gerard wanted to turn and run. He wanted to get as far from that sick bastard as humanly possible.. but he was trapped!.. if he ran, Jon's parents would have him locked up for assaulting their precious baby.. It was his word against Jon's, and he KNEW who Angela and Malcolm would believe.. and it WOULDN'T be him!
Trying to steady his breathing, Gerard walked slowly over to the booth, and slid into the seat opposite Jon.

"Good afternoon my pet. It's good to know that you are punctual. Now, eat something and then we are going for a drive."

The waitress came over and Jon ordered two cups of coffee and a club sandwich for himself and a greek salad for Gerard.

"I'm n..not hungry."

Gerard mumbled, weakly, staring at his lap.

"You do not seem to understand. This is not a request it is an order, and you will take everything I tell you as one unless I say otherwise."

The waitress brought their food and drinks. Jon dove into his.

Gerard bit his lip and tried to hold back his tears, then he swallowed deeply.

"Yes s..sir."

He whimpered, picking up his fork and beginning to eat his meal.
He could do this.. He had to!

Once they were done eating, Jon paid the tab and walked Gerard out to his car. He placed him in the passenger seat and then he drove them to the cabin. He loved how secluded it was. No one would hear anything. As he stopped the car he handed Gerard the collar.

"You are to wear this in my presence at all times."

Gerard shakily took the collar and placed it around his neck. There was no point fighting anymore.. he knew that he'd lost.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl here..

As always, the lovely momiji will be putting her own notes on AO3, so check them out.

Things are getting bad, and I assure you, they'll get worse before they get better!

Anyway.. Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
<3