I'll Keep Licking 'Till Your Flavour Is Gone

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Gerard groaned, sleep not coming to him that night. It was Sunday, right? He'd spent the rest of his night, jerking off and trying to forget what had happened. If he had to choose which one he could do without, he'd say the first one. No, he wouldn't say it. It was embarrassing to him. Frank, however, had spent his whole night thinking about what had happened. He had walked up and down Gerard's street twice, passing the Way household four times before returning to his own dwelling. Frank's expression switched between a grimace and a grin when he saw the last light go off in the Way home before settling with a disgust to himself. He hated how the night unfolded, yet loved the fired look in Gerard's eyes.

Let's fast forward to Friday, okay? Gerard had no drinks, no cigarettes, no Frankie. He was looking for Frank secretly, so to speak. However, he wouldn't mind being spotted in the process. He'd act it, but would enjoy being thrown around with Frank. He must admit. Last Saturday was fun, in a sort. He looked through the crowd of people, hoping to see a short, brown haired beauty that had pinned him, somehow. Gerard shuddered at the thought.

There was a larger crowd tonight, many people he didn't even know. Somebody was playing acoustic guitar and everyone was singing along, but he wasn't paying attention. Then he heard a chuckle distinguished from the others.

Gerard slowly made his way to the front. His eyes fell on Frank's fingers, slowly following up the arm attached then to the chin that was angled down. A smile was forming on Frank's lips as he looked at Gerard from under his eyelashes. Frank drew a quick breath as if he was going to sing, but his smile retired for the night, having being replaced by a smirk. Gerard felt someone nudge him in the back and realized he had been staring.

"Gee!" Mikey called. "Go sing!" Mikey flashed a grin, pointing to Frank and his guitar. Frank chuckled, obviously had heard them over the crowd of people. Gerard shook his head and drew his gaze away from Frank. Finally. "Come on!"

"Mikey - fucking - Way, why should I?" Gerard snorted. Mikey only kept and kept on until Gerard agreed. As soon as the aggravated "fine" left his lips, Mikey shoved him towards Frank who had been sitting on a branch that swung and grew to the ground. The chords and tablature Frank started to play sounded familiar, and Gerard didn't look at him but, instead, just sat on the wet grass. Did I mention it had rained that week? It perfectly fit for the situation.

"Anything is what she is..." Gerard let flow from his lips. Frank's gaze tore away from his guitar to stare at Gerard. He hasn't ever heard Gerard sing. It made him wonder what the boy's moans sounded like if he sang that beautifully. "Point me to the sky above - I can't get there on my own. Walk me through the graveyard. Dig up her bones." Gerard knew people where watching, and he heard the hungry growl. His voice was as slick and refreshing as water. Frank grinned more, chewing his lip. "I have seen the demon's face and I have heard of her death place. I fall down on my knees in a praise of the horrible things that took her away.." Mikey began to whistle and laugh. Gerard rolled his eyes, knowing it was from alcohol. The song came from an end, and everyone except Gerard and Frank where grabby-grabby, kissy-kissy. Gerard stood when it ended and waltzed over to Mikey before slapping his brother on the head. Mikey couldn't stop laughing.

Frank had so many urges right then and now. He watched Gerard laugh and pick on his brother. Frank laughed to himself, plucking a few random chords until the smile on Gerard's face was too large of a temptation to destroy.

"Mike!" Frank yelled. "Get that brother over here! I got another song he should know!" Gerard growled, but Mikey shoved him back to the tree. Frank smirked and began to tune his strings when Gerard got over there, 'accidentally' breaking the E string. "Shit," he cursed, looking down at it. Gerard looked over at him, the gap weakening.

"What happened?" Gerard asked. Frank snarled victoriously under his breath. Frank didn't answer and Gerard put one hand on the guitar, noticing the string. He only caught a glimpse because Frank had tossed it away quickly, shoving Gerard against the tree in the same movement. "OFF!" Gerard yelled. Frank only smirked, undressing Gerard with his eyes.
"I said I wanted you," he whispered, putting a hand over Gerard's mouth, "and I get what I want." Frank began to pull at Gerard's neck skin with his teeth. He planted butterfly kisses along Gerard's collar bone, pulling the shirt collar down, so he could. Gerard tried to bite the hand, but a moan full of shame escaped his lips. "Are my ears fooling me?" Frank whispered into Gerard's ear. He licked down the goosebumps that trailed Gerard's neck and smirked. Gerard shakily nodded, swallowing hard. Frank was pretty short. Gerard could easily get away, but, however, he didn't want to. Gerard growled and began to squirm horribly, his wrists earning nails digging into them.

"Fucking....Bastard.." He breathed. "Get the f..fuu.." His breath was hitching horribly, a hint of enjoyment in his harsh words.

"You want me to stop?" Gerard's body screamed no, but he didn't want to give Frank the pleasure of knowing. He hesitantly nodded his head. "Give me a reason," he whispered. His hand slipped down Gerard's body, getting closer and closer... Fuck. Gerard tried so hard to ignore the hand.

"B..Because! SHIT GET OFF!" He bellowed, squirming more.

"Why, Gerard?" Frank purred. Gerard hissed, straining his neck. Finally, he gained his strength to break free, his knees not as weak. They stood gaping at each other for a moment. "Baby, please," Frank cooed. His hand had slipped down to Gerard's jeans, placing a piece of paper in his pocket. A phone number. Gerard shoved him away, gripping Mikey by the arm. They made their way back home.

Gerard had smirked to himself as he walked away, and Frank caught a glimpse of it. Now, Gerard stares up at his phone, holding the sliver of paper in his finger tips. He twirled and curled it, the blue ink making his vision blur. He felt the bed shift and looked over to see a hungover Mikey. Shit, was it morning already?

"You should text him," he said with a groan. "You don't have a reason not to."

"He's a stalker, Mike! For Christ's sake!" Gerard tried not to be too loud. His parents were downstairs, after all.

"If he was a stalker he'd already have your number." Gerard flipped his brother off, Mikey taking it as his cue to leave. Gerard decided he didn't want to tick off Frank, but he was just curious. Okay, maybe that out ruled his first statement. If he's curious, he wants to know. As I said before, young kitten, curiosity killed the cat. Anyhow, Gerard assumed Mikey was right, and he took his younger brother's advice. He noted that as irony in his head as he began to type, his thumb hovering the send button.

No. Not yet. Gerard deleted the text, but not the new contact. He felt eyes on him. Frank was hidden outside Gerard's window, his lips twitching and his eyes glued on the ketchup-red haired boy. Did Frank ever come to regret stalking Gerard? Not. One. Bit. Or at least, not yet. Frank watched Gerard, admiring every feature. He remembered when Gerard brought a girl home a few months ago, and, suprisingly, never bothered him - but he had gotten off to it. Frank watch Gerard descend down the stairs then slithered through the window and into his room. Frank brushed his fingers tips across the dresser. Everything smelt like vanilla. He noticed the smell get stronger as he walked to the bed. It still smelt strongly of Gerard. It seemed to only get stronger along with a heavy, angry sound... - Gerard's footsteps.

Gerard snapped, his door slamming closed as he pushed Frank down onto his bed, yelling shakily (but quiet enough to only bounce off the walls), "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE?" He threw a punch at Frank's face, striking him in the cheek. Frank groaned, doing absolutely nothing - no struggle at all. Gerard continued to punch and scratch, leaving bruises and marks against Frank's skin. "Fucking TELL ME!" Frank grinned, grabbing Gerard's shirt and clashing the lips together with such force that it knocked Gerard back a little, painfully. Their heads clicked together lightly, Gerard hissing as he tried to shove Frank away. He scratched down Frank's arms, drawing blood from underneath his stubbed nails. Frank hissed gently, the punches leaving scattered bruises.

Nothing happened. Gerard had nearly pushed Frank out the window, beating him every split-second. Frank chuckled as he jumped down. Today, Frank looks back on that day and smiles. The aggression Gerard had was ...sexy, for lack of better terms. Gerard is almost a toy for Frank. His moans Frank's own personal music. He no longer holds that aggression and aggressive attitude for he was broke under the law of whip and knife marks. How about I catch you up with yesterday, eh? Sound good?

Gerard lay, cuffed and limp. His nose is bleeding, trailing blood down his pale face. Frank had gone off, again. It had started with Gerard laying his head in Frank's lap, mindlessly caressing his cheek. He tried to move his hand back down, but ended up swiping Frank's glass of scotch onto the floor. Gerard instantly sat up, his hands over his mouth.

"Baby, I'm so sorry!" He called. Frank was fuming, flame in his eyes. Then he suddenly grabbed Gerard's wrist, squeezing a little too tightly. Gerard moaned in pain, chewing his lip. Frank then tossed him to the floor. His head had hit the coffee table, and his nose began to trinkle blood. It wasn't until Gerard failed to get up when instructed that he was mindlessly strewn down onto the pile of shards. His nose gushed more blood. His arms and bare bled from pieces of glass. And he knew that tonight, he'd be pushed into submitivity and have to ask to yell out "master" a little more frequently than necessary.

It was moments like these Frank enjoyed the most. He loved the way his lover would nearly cry as they took the beatings he inflicted onto them. He found it a kink; he found it a fetish. Frank hated the passionate lovey-dovey shit. Fuck that. He grimaced and gagged at the thought of sex without bruises covering his body. Frank grinned as he opened the door to his bedroom, catching sight Gerard's frame on his bed with blood slipping down to the sheets. He gritted his teeth and smirked more.

"Gerard?" He cooed as if Gerard was okay right now.

"Y..Yes, Master?" Gerard knew when he was punished he best call Frank by his title. Failure to do so might result in being crippled for more than just a day. However, the name made him sick. And as it seemed, Frank loved the disgusted tone Gerard gave it. Frank got closer, bringing a hand down roughly to clasp Gerard's thigh. "Master... I..I have work tomorrow." Gerard had a quiet, scared fragile tone in his voice.

"And I have work right now." Gerard knew what Frank meant. Luckily, the continued blows to his head made him pass out. He didn't want to feel this right now. He didn't want to face this abusive beast that treated him like he was a whore. Is that what he was now? A harlot? A dwelling place for a demon..

Poor Gerard. He doesn't know what he got in as he slowly, slowly fell in love with this symbolic Hell hound. Now that he's seen the real Frank, he'd rather regularly drink cyanide. He knew Frank might bury him one day. He knew it would go too far too soon. He didn't want to stop it. He didn't know how. You see, Frank has so much built up anger. He gets it built up and up and up over the coarse of a few weeks then if Gerard makes the wrong move, the night would end in a grin and bruises. It was normal. Some weeks, Gerard would think Frank was dying - he'd act that nice. Other, Gerard would cry in the shower as the hot water hit his carpet burns, deep cuts, deep bruises, etc.

The next morning, Gerard had reached for his base to cover his neck, but a hand clasped his wrist.

"No. Let your boss know that pretty little neck is mine. Don't forget your ring," he whispered in Gerard's ear. That ring he slipped into the hand was an engagement ring - let's get that straight, perv. It was a simple gold band, nothing fancy. Gerard was too scared of his consequences if he had said no, so he took it. Gerard nodded as he shook the faint memory, slipping it onto his finger. Gerard watched Frank adjust his suite then brushed his hair back with a comb, walking out of the bathroom. Gerard stared at his reflection. How could he let this go so far? He used to be strong. Now he's.. he's fragile and broken.. Frank voice pierced the silence. "You're going to be late!" Gerard sighed, tightening his belt on his over sized jeans. His shirt look like it was draped over him, almost. Drugs made him loose weight. Alcohol made him gain. But he lost it all again, anyhow.

The way Gerard was horribly spaced out today had gone unnoticed until he nearly tripped over his cat, Death - short for Death Defy. The story of this black cat with the one white spot on the ear is a story for another day. Gerard passed off nonchalant, walking on to meet Frank in the car. Frank watched him impatiently before finally pulling from the drive. Gerard sighed, looking in his lap as Frank drove. The soft music playing in the speaker wasn't enough to tear him from his thoughts. His gold band caught his eye, and he clenched his fist firmly, looking down at it. He then looked over at Frank, examining the loop on the side of their cheek. The jet black hair fit perfectly to Frank's face unlike Gerard's black that sort of fell to almost his shoulders. It was thin, and it made Gerard's facial features look slightly more feminine. He wanted to dye it, again, but was low on spending money. Luckily, he got more hours this week. That red hair dye would be his, soon..

"You need a haircut," a voice said, shaking Gerard's thoughts. Gerard had almost forgot he was in a car, nonetheless with Frank.

"No, I don't," he whispered a protest. Frank raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses then shrugged, pulling up to the comic store in which Gerard worked.

"I'll see you, later. I l-" But Frank couldn't finish his statement. Gerard had slammed his door, walking into the store. Frank watched from the rearview mirror, utterly confused. Gerard was ten minutes early which was normal for him.

"Gee!" His co-worker and brother, Mikey, called. Gerard smiled and waved, his spaced out expression not hidden. Gerard strolled right past to the back room where his brother kept his guitar. He played, losing himself in the rhythms and chords that flowed from his fingers and vibrated through his body, until his shift began. This, again, was normal for him.

Frank snorted, completely lost in what had happened. Gerard never stopped his sentence. How dare he? Frank sat in his desk, loosening his tie. His assistant kept throwing him winks and pulling her skirt up a little too high and twirling a finger in her almond hair and winking and bla bla bla. She was all over him. Leaning over in his face to pick up papers instead of walking over to the other side of the desk. This was normal for Frank. It was tempting, but he's only gave in one time because she drugged his coffee. Now, he fixes his own. Frank kept to himself, only calling his assistant when he truly needed assistance. That did not mean getting off, however. He might be a total sick when it comes to sex with Gerard, but he is loyal. Frank just has temper issues. And mental illnesses. And no medication for said illnesses. And only one stress reliever - Gerard. When Frank gets home, Gerard will be there. His shift ends earlier than Frank's today. Mikey dropped Gerard off when his shift ended earlier than Frank's because he didn't want to have to keep Gerard waiting. Of course, Gerard wouldn't mind. He'd pull comics off the shelf and read or he'd go into the back room and play with Mikey's guitar. Frank, however, couldn't wait to talk to his lover. Therefore, he did something he only does when it's an emergency. Frank called Gerard.

I was thinking about you! They where playing our song! I was crying on a Saturday night!

Gerard stared at his phone. That was Frank's ringtone. Gerard let it ring, confused beyond everything. Frank rarely called at work, let alone called at all. Something was wrong, Gerard thought. Either something is wrong or he needed a jerk off. Doesn't he have an assistant for that?

I was thin-

"Frankie?" Gerard asked quietly. Today had been slow, so, luckily, no customers where walking in on Gerard having a panic attack.

"What's wrong? You slammed the door on me this morning. You rarely do that." Frank's voice sounded sincere. Gerard sighed in relief and on anxiety. He doesn't want to be punished speaking he could still feel the burns on his thighs and the bruises all over him. Do you know how embarrassing it is when a kid points to your hickie and asks their mommy what it is?

"Nothing!" Gerard lied. He had been having anxiety attacks way more often the past week.

"I'm just.... very tired." He faked a yawn and Frank sighed for he could see straight through it.

"I would believe you, but you've been acting strange. I'm coming home early tonight. I better go. Babe, I-"

"C'mon, Gee!" Mikey called. Frank groaned impatiently.

"Bye, Frank." And with that, Gerard hung up. Mikey drove Gerard home silently, Gerard's head spinning. As he walked up the steps and said his goodbyes, he noticed a bag on the front step. Inside was a note written in the scrawled writing of none other than Frank's.

I got you somethings! I'll be home about an hour early so... seven. I hope you're feeling better by then. -FI

Inside was two vanilla candles, some lotion, and.... Gerard squeaked and darted inside with the bag. It was an even better brand dye than he was going to get. A bright, tomato colour red. He almost immediately began to wash his hair to dye. After it was all done, he lit the candles to get rid of the toxic smell. Then, Frank walked in, a huge smirk plastered on his face. Suddenly, Gerard was scared for his life. Today, Gerard was even more sore than before. Frank had gotten extremely passed only fifteen minutes before seeing Gerard. That is bad timing.

I have some time on my hands. Wanna know how Death Defy got her name? Let's take it back about three months.

Wobbly-wobbly-timey-whimey!

Gerard slipped outside, tears stained on his cheeks. He shakily put the clove between his swollen lips, tears wracking his body. Frank was completely wasted, and an aggressive drunk, he was. Gerard loved Frank, oddly enough and he cried every time. Every. Fucking. Time. He slammed his head back against the brick walls of his home, choking. The lighter kept going out from his shaking and tears hitting the flame. He heard a soft squeak but ignored it, thinking it was his own swollen throat. Red marks stretched around his neck like thin, strong fingers. And that's what had been there. He heard another squeak, which was odd for he had stopped choking (he was out of tears) and wasn't trying to speak at all. Then he heard something like a purr. And he felt something brush his ankles gently. The touch scared him. Looking down, Gerard saw a black cat in the moonlight. Great, he thought, just more bad luck. Then the white spot caught his eye. The cat looked up at him, and his shaking hands reached down to pet it. The cat leaned into his hand, and he smiled, a small blossom of hope blooming. This cat was his hope. Gerard isn't sure how he didn't hear the door open through his sniffles, but he watched the cat being picked up by the scruff and thrown into the road where a car was making its way, only seeing the hand to identify Frank.
Tears came rushing down Gerard's face, yet again. Frank smacked him roughly then kneed him in the ribs, causing Gerard to hunch over crying.
"Get your fat ass upstairs in the next ten minutes, you hear me?" Gerard nodded, wearily wiping his tears. Frank waltzed inside and Gerard sat there for about five minutes before he felt something brush his ankles. It was the cat. The cat - like his hope - that had been crushed by force. The cat meowed softly, and Gerard couldn't help it. He brought the cat in with him. Luckily, Frank had passed out in their bed.
Gerard made the decision to keep the cat. Many names flickered his head.

Misfit? No.
Helena? Eh... nah.
Immortal? Hmm.. closer.
Goddamn Fucking Cocksucker? Now you're just raging.
Taco? Where did that come from? ...Stupid hunger.
Hopeless? You mean like your efforts? He survived death, for fucking Christ's sake!
Survivor? Uh..no.
Eye Of The Tiger? NO.
Final Countdown? Okay, turn off your music.
Disenchanted? I like the sound, but no.
Doctor Death? Uh... closer! Getting warmer!
Death? Almost there!
Death Defying..? Take ONE step back!
DEATH DEFY! Yes, perfect name!

Gerard nodded in a smug way to himself, carrying the cat to the downstairs bathroom they never used. As long as this cat was around, things would be okay. Right?

Sorry, but no more present stories until we actually graduate, young kitten. I know, I know. I skipped a few steps and crossed a few boundaries. Do I regret it? A little. Are you sure you can handle this bull? Do you need some assistance? Some explaining? Baby, Frank has lost it. I'm not sure he really ever had it. He can take baby steps, unlike us, young kitten.

Notes

I FOUND A WAYYYYY! By the way, guyz, nobody guessed! Welllll, I'll go ahead and tell you..

The frnkiero andthe cellabration symbol! Haha! I haven't done it yet (sad face). Still dealing with a bit of a crippled heart. I'll be okay! Comment, rate, subscribe, yada yada yada.. Love you, my Stallions! Until next time <3

Chapter title - I'm Cold And There Are Wolves After Me by iwrestledabearonce