I Think I Like It

Gerard glanced at the clock – it was almost ten. Bert would be here any minute. He paced the kitchen, chewing nervously on his nails.
“You know, you don’t have to do this.” Mikey sighed, exasperated. Gerard shot him a look.
“Yes I do. You saw what he did to Frank-“
“Yes, I did, and yes, it was awful. But, Gee, you can’t just beat the shit out of people whenever they do something wrong.”
“Yes I can. And I will. Besides, I might not beat him. I’m going into this open minded.”
“Right. Open minded. So you’re totally not planning on breaking his face?” Mikey said with a raised eyebrow. Gerard laughed, blushing.
“Ah, his hands, actually. I was gonna break his hands.”
“You’re terrifying. No wonder Frank’s afraid of you.” Mikey snapped. Gerard blanched.
“Aw, he’s not afraid of me. He’s just…I don’t know. In any case, he knows I’d never hurt him.
“I’m sure Bert probably thought that at one point.” Mikey pointed out. Gerard sighed.
“Yes, but how likely is it that Frank’s gonna sexually abuse someone?” Gerard countered. Mikey chuckled.
“That’s very true. I think the kid gets nervous having sex with you, let alone forcing it on someone else.”
Gerard’s mind flitted to Frank fucking him roughly against his desk, or calling him a slut as he sucked him off, but said nothing, and just nodded in agreement.
A sharp knock on the door broke the conversation, and Gerard paled. Mikey chuckled.
“See you later, brother.” He said, walking upstairs.
Gerard considered not answering, but when Bert knocked again, he muttered to himself and opened the door, plastering a smile on his face.
“Hey, Bert.” He said wearily. Bert pressed a kiss to his lips, and Gerard wanted to throw up. Or cry. He’d really missed him.
“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” he asked, letting himself in. This worked out better than Bert had ever hoped it would.
Gerard chewed his lip and shrugged.
“You know. I’m fine. Just…I just feel betrayed.” He sighed. It was true. He looked into the eyes of the man he could have once loved, and felt uneasiness settle in his stomach. Bert wrapped his arms around his waist, and Gerard, despite his better judgement, buried his face in his neck. He still smelled good, and it made Gerard’s heart ache.
“Let me take it away, okay?” Bert murmured, kissing Gerard’s neck. He whimpered a little bit despite himself, melting into Bert’s touch.
Fuck. He just couldn’t say no to him.
“Y-yeah. Please.” Gerard whispered, forgetting himself completely. It’d been months, and he missed the way Bert would touch him, fuck him so gently yet so rough. The way he’d make Gerard cum so hard he nearly passed out.
As much as Gerard loved having sex with Frank, the fact was that Bert was simply more experienced than he was. He knew how to get Gerard excited.
Bert pressed his lips against Gerard’s, making him whine desperately, clutching his long, brown hair with eager hands.
“Miss me?” Bert chuckled, pushing him against the wall.
“Y-yeah. Fuck, yeah. Missed you.” He panted, rolling his hips forward. Bert nuzzled his face into Gerard’s neck and palmed him through his jeans.
And oh. That brought Gerard back to what he was doing, and why he was doing it. He felt guilt wash over him when he imagined Frank’s gentle smile, the way he flicked his lip piercing with his tongue. He thought about the way his eyes softened when he said “I love you”, and the sound of his laugh. Gerard remembered the way he’d looked at Gerard with wide-eyed terror and guilt when he told him what Bert had done.
Clenching his jaw, Gerard turned away. Suddenly, Bert didn’t smell or feel as good anymore.
“Have you been with anyone recently?” Gerard asked lightly.
“No, baby. Not since you.” Bert lied. Even not counting Frank, Bert had slept with at least 10 people since he’d last fucked Gerard.
“Yeah. Not even touched them?” he asked.
“No. Been waiting for you.” Bert growled, his fingers moving to undo Gerard’s jeans. Gerard sucked in a deep breath. He tangled his hand in Bert’s hair, getting a good grip, before he spoke.
“So you didn’t practically rape my boyfriend, then?” he whispered. Bert froze. He tried to take a step back, but Gerard grabbed his wrist.
“I…fuck, Gee. It wasn’t like that. He-“
“Asked for it?” he said, his voice cold.
“Yeah. He did.” Bert insisted. Gerard threw him to the floor.
“You’re fucking lying. I know he didn’t ask for it, because when he got here, he couldn’t even bear to have me touch him!”
“I…what?” Bert stammered. Gerard groaned.
“He wouldn’t let me touch him. Fuck, he still won’t. He’s fucking terrified because of you. You ruined him, you fucking slut.” He yelled, kicking him hard in the side. Bert rolled over, groaning.
“Gee…Gerard. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” he panted. Gerard grabbed his hair.
“For what? For lying, or for raping my baby? Why can’t you fucking understand, Bert. I chose him!”
“You love me, Gerard. You know you do.” He panted desperately. Gerard spat on his face, throwing him back to the ground.
“I don’t love you. You’re filthy and disgusting. You’re the most desperate cunt I’ve ever met.” He snarled. Bert sobbed lightly.
“Don’t say that. Please, Gee. I’m sorry. I’m so in love with you, please.” He begged. Gerard stamped on his ankle in anger, feeling satisfied when he heard a crunch under his foot.
“Shut the fuck up, you fucking liar. You don’t understand love. It’s not about possessing and owning. It’s about caring. It’s about seeing someone and wanting them, only them. Always.” He choked.
“Don’t you feel that for me, Gee? Even a little?”
“No. It’s him.” He growled.
“He’s a child, Gerard. He can’t give you anything I can.”
“He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be, you abusive dick.” He yelled, kicking him again. Bert spat out blood, smiling grimly at Gerard.
“Yeah? So this isn’t abuse?” he sneered. Gerard grabbed him by the hair again.
“No. This is revenge.” He muttered, wrapping his hand around Bert’s throat. The other man writhed, gagging and choking.
“G-Gee. Don’t.” he panted, gasping for air. Gerard felt vaguely dizzy as he squeezed harder, watching Bert’s face redden, his eyes rolling back.
“L-love you. Please.” He begged. That only made Gerard angrier.
“Fuck. Gerard. Stop it! You’re killing him!”Mikey called from the top of the stairs, running down. Gerard whined.
“I want to. He deserves it.” Gerard snarled. Mikey hugged him from behind.
“Don’t. Don’t. Just stop, okay? For me, Gerard. Stop.” He whimpered. Gerard loosened his hand, watching as Bert slumped to the floor. Unconscious or dead? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He turned around and let Mikey hold him.
“Shh, hey. It’s okay. I know, it’s scary, but you’re fine.” Mikey murmured. Gerard sobbed, wrapping his arms around his brother.
“I...I almost…”
“But you didn’t.”
“I’m not too sure.” He said, breaking away and looking at the seemingly lifeless body on the floor. Mikey leaned down and pressed his fingers to his throat.
“No. He’s alive. It’s fine.” He murmured. Gerard nodded, sinking to the floor.
“I can’t believe I almost-“
“It’s okay. He had it coming for what he did to Frank.” Mikey reassured him. Gerard slumped, resting his head on his arms.

Bert stirred awake a few hours later. Gerard hadn’t moved much, but there was now an empty bottle of vodka lying next to him. Mikey had gone to bed a while ago.
“Y-you’re fucking crazy.” He hissed. Gerard raised his eyes, bored.
“At least I’m not a rapist.” He mumbled.
“The slut deserved it. Besides. He liked it. He fucking loved it, Gerard. You should have heard his little pants and moans. It was so pretty, especially when he came. He came so hard he almost passed out. I can see why you fuck the little kid.” He snarled, trying to hurt him. Gerard rose to his feet slowly and walked towards Bert.
“Please stop talking about my boyfriend like that.” He asked coolly.
“Why should I? You already know how much of a desperate whore he is.” Bert spat. Gerard sighed and, in a way that was almost comedic in it’s casualness, smashed the empty bottle of vodka over Bert’s head. The man slumped down on the floor, and Gerard walked back to where he’d been sitting before.
He looked intensely at Bert, trying to work out what was happening.
Was he dead?
Gerard didn’t check. He didn’t care. He’d got his revenge, either way.
He realized Frank was probably terrified, so he texted him.

TO: Vampire Boy
(5:38am)
It’s all going to be okay now. He won’t bother you anymore. He won’t bother anyone anymore.

He passed out after he sent the message.

Bert woke up again a couple of hours later. He coughed up a substantial amount of blood, looking at Gerard pleadingly.
“I…I’ll go. I won’t ever come back. I won’t d-do that to anyone ever again. I promise. I promise. Just let me go.” He begged. Gerard sucked the last of his cigarette.
“Yeah, you can leave. If I ever see you again, I’ll fucking kill you.” He murmured, his voice casual, almost distracted. Bert nodded and scrambled to his feet.
“I love you, Gerard. I love you so much.” He whispered as he left. Gerard put the cigarette out and smirked.
“Yeah, you got a good taste in men.” He mumbled. Bert sighed defeated and left. Maybe he said something before he left, but Gerard didn’t notice, because his phone buzzed.

FROM: Vampire Boy
(7:32am)
I was asleep, sorry. What do you mean? What happened? Are you alright?

TO: Vampire Boy
(7:49am)
Don’t worry. I fixed it. I love you.

FROM: Vampire Boy
(8:01am)
What does that mean? Gee, you’re scaring me.

Gerard sighed, feeling slightly sad. He didn’t want to scare Frank, but at the same time, he knew how much his violence upset him.
He chewed his lip. He felt like shit. Despite everything, he still cared about Bert. Not anywhere near as much as Frank, but it was there – that little spark that wouldn’t ever go away. He cared about him, yet he’d threatened him, beat him, tried to kill him. And now he wasn’t ever going to see him again.
He hated the single tear that ran down his cheek.
It didn’t matter. Frankie was safe now. It was all that mattered.

TO: Vampire Boy
(8:17am)
I fixed it. It’s okay.

Notes

I thought that, instead of telling you what Gerard did, I'd just show you.
Also wtf guys literally ALL OF YOU thought he'd killed him. Even everyone on AO3 thought that too! Am I that much of an asshole?
(The answer is yes, I am. But no, Gerard didn't kill anyone this time.)