The Kill

"Hurry it up, Frank," Gerard hissed through his teeth. Frank ran a bit faster, trying to fill in the gap between them. They'd done it again. Another victorius murder. It was almost flawless, almost. The getaway was the hardest part.
Gerard grabbed the shorter man's hand and guided him through the trees, the branches snapping loudly under their feet. The darkness of the night made it hard to see, but this wouldn't stop Gerard. He kept one gloved hand in front of himself, feeling for trees and knocking branches out of the way. Gerard made a sharp turn and Frank had no choice but to follow, stumbling on his own feet.
Frank couldn't see a thing as Gerard dragged him in random directions. Gerard was like a ventriloquist, Frank his puppet. Holy fuck, that sounded kinky as hell. He felt his pants grow tighter, if that was even possible.
Frank heard the car sound off as it was unlocked. The lights of it lit up the edge of the woods and Frank ran to the passenger side of it, opening the door frantically. He slid in to find Gerard already waiting for him in the driver's seat. He grinned and shut the door, skipping the seatbelt. He'd broken the law countless times before, why start following it?
Gerard turned the keys in the ignition and pulled out of the parking spot. Gerard kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other using a black hankercheif to remove the thick black band he'd painted on his nosebridge. "You were slow tonight, Frankie," he said in a low voice.
This made more blood rush to Frank's already semi-hard cock. "Sorry," he said. "That victim from a few days ago..."
"I know," Gerard replied. The victim had tried to make a victim out of Frank. He tried to rape him. He nearly succeeded too. Luckily, Gerard found Frank in the nick of time and beat the man to death, helping Frank get dressed. It wasn't as bloody a murder as Gerard would have liked, but at least he'd removed that scum from the face of Earth.
That was what he and Frank did. They killed people who did horrid things. Rapists, child molestors, anyone who spilled innocent blood. They did this deed. Did it make them better people? No. But these monsters needed to know what it felt like to be someone with hope and dreams that would go uncompleted.
Frank leaned over to Gerard and kissed his neck slowly, his tongue drawing swirls on different sections. "Hmm, Frankie that feels so nice," he moaned. "But I'm driving. Can you wait till we get to the hotel?"
"No," Frank whined in a seductive voice. "I need you right now."
"Baby, just wait," Gerard said. "We're almost there. I'll crash and kill us both if you don't stop."
Frank pouted but stopped like Gerard asked. He was madly in love with Gerard. They both had always had a thing for each other. Frank may have been a cold-hearted murderer, as the media painted him, but Gerard's smile and voice always melted his heart. Everything about Gerard was perfect. He could never get enough of the man and Gerard seemed the same way with him.
Frank wiped the makeup and blood from his hands and face with his vest as the car came to a halt. Gerard kissed him, pushing his tongue pass his teeth and tangling his hands in his messy black hair. Frank pulled away and moaned. Gerard took this as an oppurtunity to nip at his neck and leave hickeys over the flawless pale skin.
"Gerard," he whined, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair. "I-"
Gerard found the sweet spot on Frank's neck and sunk his teeth into the flesh. Frank let out a frustrated cry of pleasure. "We're going upstairs to the room," he panted in his ear. "I won't have you here. Not in this car. "
He pulled away from Frank, his tongue flitting over his kiss-bitten lips. "Out," he growled.

Notes

Alright, one xhapter down.