I'll Keep Licking 'Till Your Flavour Is Gone

You're still here? I didn't expect you to come back, honestly. Anyhow, Gerard stood in his body length mirror in the dark, tracing over his naked frame with his eyes. He had woken up on the floor of his room, again. This is something he had gotten used to (along with a new pack of cloves on his dresser) soon after he first met his master without realizing it.

You see, Gerard went out almost every night and returned home when the clock striked twelve. His parents didn't pay much attention to him doing this as much as they did Mikey, whom could only go out on weekends. Therefore, Frank had found it convenient to prey and hunt when his brother was there with Gerard. Frank quickly befriended his brother, which made things a lot easier on his own part. Gerard was not supicous of waking up somewhere strewn in his room that it could be the boy he saw only on weekends when he went out with Mikey. He would take a few sips of his beer being funded by his college friend and go brain dead. That was until one weekend he did remember the night. This night, Frank had moved over the bundle of kid-at-hearts, ages 15-22 and introduced himself to Gerard. Properly, so to speak.

They always met up in the large park in a clearing of the woods along the border. Mostly guys, but throw in about two or three girls. They had blankets they brought, and they'd play drinking games as well as a few other games, if you understand. If you don't, you might be too innocent for these series of events your so-called idol experienced. Besides the point, Frank noticed that Gerard always sat on the blanket (before getting drunk) with his arms behind him to support his weight, his legs stretched out with one knee pointed up in an acute angle. Frank often caught himself following the smell of cloves and vanilla with his nose and eyes, staring shamelessly at Gerard. He still hasn't spoken to Gerard since the concert two weeks ago. Tonight, he left his strong alcohol at home ('ACCIDENTALLY!' he'd protest) and decided it was time. He slithered next to Gerard, his stare like a lion seeing a fragile koala. Gerard looked over at him through his shades, and Frank couldn't help but notice the smirk he always wore when someone got close on these days. If no one got close, he just wouldn't talk. Not that Frank protested either way. Frank enjoyed to observe the eye-candy, Gerard's leather jacket and tight skinny jeans drawing his own jeans tighter on certain days. Today, however, was not one of those days.

"Remember me?" Frank questioned, sitting with his legs behind him. Gerard laughed slightly, switching his legs out. "I'm Frank Iero." Frank stayed calm, his thoughts perfectly collected. "I'd like to know your name. Obviously."

"Gerard. Gerard Way, at your service. I'll be your tour guide through Hell." Frank chuckled, turning his whole body to Gerard. In Frank's head, Gerard's thought of Hell was nothing compared to the things he'd like to do to the boy. Frank narrowed his eyes, examining Gerard for the twenty thousandth time.

"Take your glasses off," he whispered almost pleadingly. Gerard's face contorted in confusion and he arched a brow. "Let me do it." Frank slipped his fingers onto the glasses, pulling them off to expose Gerard's shining gray eyes. Gerard froze with his pursed, utterly and completely confused. "Better!" Frank cheered. Gerard snarled, flashing a grin anyone who knew Gerard would back away from then and there. Frank knew that grin. Oh, he was quite familiar with it. Gerard was plotting something in his little head.

"May I have those back?" Gerard said, an edge in his voice. Frank knew which buttons to push as if he'd known Gerard for forever, and, let's be honest here, the amount of time he spent watching, he might as well have. Frank examined the glasses in his grasp and Gerard sighed gently. He ran a hair through his slick now red hair before rolling on top of Frank, slashing at him hard in the face, but Frank caught his wrist then flipped them. Frank now hovered over Gerard, grinning madly. The glasses had been strewn across the blanket somewhere.

"How do I put this?" Frank said aloud, kissing where Gerard's neck and shoulder met. Gerard yanked under him, groaning in anger as his wrists where held even tighter above his head. "I know you, but you might not know me," he started, not putting much thought to the words.

"Get off, you sick fuck!" Gerard said through gritted teeth, saliva spraying onto Frank's face. Frank knew he didn't mean it, causing him to smile at the boy below him.

"Gerard Way," Frank's voice was smooth like Vodka, "I know what buttons to press. I just want to be friends." Gerard, due to the position, could not believe Frank, and Frank wasn't sure he had convinced himself. "I come here," he pulled up from Gerard's shoulder to look at him,"every weekend," he took note on Gerard's facial expression, "because of you."
"Bastard," Gerard snorted, bringing his knee up with force to strike against Frank's balls. Frank surprised Gerard, his grip not loosening and showing no sign of rolling off, yet instead, letting his body fall onto Gerard's. Frank's pelvice enflamed. He was quite enjoying this.

"Gerard, please, listen," Frank whispered smoothly into Gerard's ear. Gerard was intrigued, to say the least, and he didn't have to reply. "I've been watching you for quite some time, now." Frank grinned more, regaining his pose with his knees on either side of Gerard.
"Oh? What's my favorite cigarette?" Gerard questioned. Such an easy one!

"Cloves," Frank whispered into his ear, chucking deeply as he began to nibble the lobe. Gerard felt a shiver passing through his body. "And your brother over there is Mikey. Good kid. Unlike you - always getting in trouble." How dare this person know so much about him? Gerard froze, unsure how to take all this in. Slowly, his eyes closed. He couldn't face this beast. "I'd ask myself - why and what do I take interest in this boy?" Gerard felt lips barely brush against his own. He was scared to open his fragility shaky, battering eyes. "Gerard look at me," he whispered ever so gently. Gerard shook his head, earning two kisses on his eyelids. "Baby, please." Silence fell except the cat calls coming from behind the bundle, Mikey laughing in his drunken state. Gerard slowly opened them. Why was he scared? He could kick the shit out of Frank! Why wasn't he? "Gerard. I," his words were separated, "want," seperarion and it got softer, "you." He whispered the last word into Gerard's ear. Gerard finally gained the courage to break free his wrists, throwing Frank off of him in one swift motion. He smirked, gaining a sense of courage, finally. Gerard jumped up with support, grabbing his glasses that had been carelessly thrown before slipping them back over his ears. Frank watched him walk away. Gerard knew his eyes where on him, and he began to chew his lip, grabbing a drunk Mikey and hauling them aside.

"I don't like him," he whisper-yelled. Frank was still watching. Truth is, Gerard did like Frank. Crazy, I know. It made him think of the book they where forced to read in class. The Outsiders? He remembered how Cherry told Ponyboy she'd hope she never saw Dally again, claiming she might fall in love with him. Dallas (Dally) had filthily talked to her when he sat behind her at the movies, and was known to be a real ass. It's ironic, Gerard noted.

"Haha!" Mikey laughed, resulting in a hiccup. "He was about to go ALL down on you!" His words where interrupted multiple times and Gerard scoffed, shoving Mikey away. He was no help, Gerard noted, again.

Gerard made his way home after noticing Frank was no where to be found. Why was he looking for him? He had no idea. His parents where in bed as he climbed up the stairs; a sudden wash of guilt coming over him as he stripped of his clothing in his room. He was being a bad older brother. He knew that. Gerard slid his right hand over his right shoulder, keeping it there as he stared at his topless frame. It was dark except the lamp beside his mirror. He felt eyes on him, and he instantly thought the worst. Gerard thought Frank was standing there, half-expecting those arms to wrap around his waist. Gerard felt himself growing hard as he began to think of those arms dipping down into his skinny jeans, biting into the same spot lips had lingered over. Where his neck met his shoulder.

Why the fuck did it turn him on? Was it the warnings in Frankie's eyes? Or how they tangled up in each other? Gerard growled and looked out the window, watching Mikey walk inside. He was relieved knowing his brother returned safely, but not relieved at his slight problem. He sighed.

"Just a great way to end a Saturday," he muttered to himself.
Even after everything, Frank will revisit that night in his head. He thinks that maybe if he had taken a different route in the whole "befriending" process, he'd still be able to taste clove on his lips and smell vanilla in his bed. Frank goes over it a lot when reminiscing everything he's done. He doesn't know all the grusome things he'll do, currently. As of now, him and Gerard still lay under his satin covers as I introduce our two. Gerard is shaking frantically. I wonder why, young kitten.

Notes

Hmm let my brain keep going with no stopping! Feed back is highly appreciated, my Stallions!

Chapter Title - Angel by Blue October

That is a real book quote, fyi!