Iero's Mountain!

He needed a man. Bad.

Frank Iero spent a restless night, with the bright full moon throwing its silver light on the empty pillow beside him. His body ached with need, the sexual need of a healthy man, and the passing hours only intensified his frustration.
Finally he got out of bed and walked naked to the window, his body moving with fluid power. The wooden floor was icy beneath his bare feet but he welcomed the discomfort, as it cooled the undirected desire that heated his blood.

The colourless moonlight starkly etched the angles and planes of his face, testimony of his heritage. Even more than the thick black hair that he wore long to touch his shoulders, even more than the heavily- lidded eyes, his face proclaimed him Indian, well, half anyway. Less obvious, but just as important, was his Italian heritage from his father. It had refined the Indian features inherited from his mother, softening his face but never taking away from who he was, and where he came from.
He had been a natural warrior, thanks to his Comanche side, a fact soon discovered by the military when he'd enlisted.

He also was a sensualist. He knew his own nature well, and though he controlled it, there were times when he needed to feel a warm body beneath his hands. In those times, he usually visited David Costas. He was a divorced man, several years older, who lived in a small town fifty miles away. Their arrangement had lasted five years; neither Frank, or David was interested in a relationship, but both had needs, and they liked each other.
Frank tried not to visit David too often, and he took care to never be seen entering his house. He accepted the fact, unemotionally, that David's neighbours would be outraged if they knew he kept with an Indian. And not just any Indian; a rape charge stuck to a man forever.

The next day was a Saturday. There would be the usual chores to do, and he had to pick up a load of fencing materials in Ruth, the small town at the base of his mountain, but Saturday nights were traditionally reserved for howling. He wouldn't howl, hadn't since he left his family's reservation at the age of 15, but he would go visit David, and burn off his sexual tension in the other man's bed.
The night was turning colder, and low heavy clouds were moving in. He watched until they obscured the moon, knowing they meant new snow. He didn't want to return to his empty bed. His face was impassive, but his loins ached. He needed a man.

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Gerard Way had numerous small chores to occupy his time that Saturday morning, but his conscience wouldn't let him rest until he'd spoken to Lucas Iero. The boy had dropped out of school two months before, a month before he'd arrived to take the place of a teacher who had abruptly quit.
No one mentioned the boy to Gerard, but he'd run across his school record, and curiosity lead him to read it.

In the small town of Ruth, Wyoming, there weren't many students in school, and he thought that he'd met them all. In fact there were less than sixty students, total, and the graduation rate was almost 100%, so any dropout was unusual.
When he'd read Lucas Iero's record, he'd been stunned. The boy was top of his class, with straight A's in all his subjects. Students who did poorly would often get discouraged and drop out, but every teaching instinct he had was outraged that such an outstanding student would just quit. He had to talk to him, try to make him understand how important his education would be for his future. 15 was so young to make a mistake that would haunt him the rest of his life. He wouldn't be able to sleep at night if he hadn't done his best to talk him into returning.

It had snowed again in the night and had turned bitterly cold. The cat meowed plaintively as it wound around his feet, as if complaining about the weather.

"I know Jet.."

He consoled the animal.

".. The floor must be cold on your paws."

He could sympathise. He didn't think his feet had been warm since he had moved to Wyoming.
Before another winter came, he promised himself, he would own a pair of warm, sturdy boots, fur-lined and waterproof, and he would stomp about in the snow as if he'd been doing it all his life. Like a native. Actually he needed the boots now, but the expenses of moving had wiped out his cash reserves, and the teachings of his thrifty grandmother prevented him from buying the boots on credit.

Jet meowed again as he pulled on two pairs of socks and his best pair of DMs. He paused to scratch behind the little black cat's ears, and his back arched in ecstasy. He had inherited him with the house, which the school board had arranged for him to live in. The cat, like the house, wasn't much. He had no idea how old Jet was, but both he and the house looked a little run down.

Gerard had always resisted owning a cat, it seemed like the crowning touch to an old-maid's life, but finally fate had caught up with him. He was an old-maid, or whatever the male equivalent was. Now he own a cat.. The picture was complete.
As he looked in the mirror to make certain his hair was tidy, he sighed. Cats were just his style, along with being pale, slight and nondescript. "Mousy" was a good word. Gerard Arthur Way had been born to be an old-maid, and there was nothing he could do about that.

He was dressed as warmly as he could, so there was no point putting it off any longer; it wasn't going to get any warmer until spring. Gerard braced himself for the shock of cold air on a system that still expected the warmth of California. He had left his tidy little nest in LA for the challenge of a tiny school in Wyoming, for the excitement of a different way of life. He even admitted to a small yearning for adventure, though of course, he never allowed it to surface. But somehow, he hadn't thought about the weather. He had been prepared for snow, but not the bitter temperatures. No wonder there were so few students, he thought as he opened his door and the wind whipped at him. It was too cold for the adults to undress enough to do anything that might result in children!

He got snow in his DMs as he walked to his car, a sensible two-door, midsize Chevrolet sedan, on which he had sensibly put a new set of snow tires when he'd moved to Wyoming. According to the weather report on the radio that morning, the high would be 7 degrees below zero. Gerard sighed again for the weather he'd left behind in LA; it was March now, and spring would be in full swing, with flowers blooming in a riot of colour.
But Wyoming was beautiful, in a wild, majestic way. The soaring mountains dwarfed the puny man-made houses, and he had been told that, come springtime, the meadows would be carpeted in wildflowers, he couldn't wait.
Wyoming was a different world to LA, and he was just like a transplanted flower who was having trouble getting acclimated.

Gerard had gotten instructions on how to get to Iero's Mountain, though the information had been reluctantly given. It puzzled him that no one seemed interested in the boy, cos the people in the little town had been friendly and helpful to him. The most direct comment he had gotten was from Mr. Hearst, the grocery-store owner, who had muttered that..

"The Ieros aren't worth your trouble!"

But Gerard considered any child worth his trouble. He was a teacher, and he meant to teach.

As he got into his sensible car, he could see Iero's Mountain, as well as the narrow road that wound up its side like a ribbon, and he quaked inside. New snow tires not withstanding, he wasn't a confident driver in this strange environment. Snow was.. well, snow was alien, not that he'd let it stop him from doing what he'd set out to do.
It was so cold that he was already shivering so hard that he struggled to fit the key into the ignition. It actually hurt his nose and lungs to inhale. Maybe he should wait for better weather before attempting the drive. He looked at the mountain again. Maybe in June all of the snow would be gone.. but Lucas Iero had already been out of school for two months, and by June, he feared that the gap would be insurmountable to him, and he wouldn't make the effort. It might already be too late, but he had to try, and he couldn't even let another week go by.

It was his habit to give himself pep talks whenever he was pushing himself to do something difficult.

"It won't seem so steep once I'm actually on the road. All uphill roads look vertical from a distance. It's a perfectly negotiable road, otherwise the Ieros wouldn't be able to get up and down. And if they can do it, so can I."

Well, perhaps he could do it. Driving on snow was an acquired skill, one he hadn't as yet mastered.
When he finally reached the mountain and the road tilted upward, his hands clenched on the steering wheel as he deliberately refrained from looking over the side at the increasing distance to the valley floor. Knowing how far it was possible for him to fall if he drove off the edge wouldn't help him at all. That would be in the category of useless knowledge, of which he already had quite enough.

"I won't slide.."

He muttered to himself.

".. I won't go fast enough to loose control.. The Ieros won't mind if I talk to Lucas.."

He reassured himself, in an attempt to get his mind off the drive.

".. Maybe he had trouble with a girlfriend, and that is why he doesn't want to go to school. At his age, it's probably all blown over by now."

Actually the drive wasn't as bad as he'd feared. The incline was more gradual than it had appeared, and he didn't think he had too much further to go. The mountain wasn't as enormous as it had looked from the valley.
He was so intent on his driving that he didn't notice the red light that appeared on the dash. He had no warning of overheating until steam suddenly erupted from beneath the hood, the frigid air instantly converting the mist into ice crystals on the windshield. Gerard instinctively hit the breaks, then uttered a discreet oath when the wheels began to slide. Quickly he lifted his foot from the break pedal, and the tires found traction again, but he couldn't see. Closing his eyes, he prayed that he was still going in the right direction and let the car's weight slow it to a stop.

The engine was hissing and bellowing like a dragon. Shaking in reaction, he turned off the ignition and got out of the car, gasping as the wind lashed at him like an icy whip.
The hood release mechanism was stiff from the cold, but finally yielded, and he raised the hood to see what had happened, on the grounds that it would be nice to know what was wrong with the car, even if he couldn't fix it. It didn't take a mechanic to see the problem; one of the water hoses had split, and hot water was spitting fitfully from the break.

Instantly he recognised the precariousness of his position. He couldn't stay in the car, because he couldn't let the motor run to keep him warm. The road was a private one, and the Ieros might not leave their ranch that day, or the entire weekend. It was to cold, and too far for him to walk back to his own house. His only option was to walk to the Iero ranch and pray it wasn't too far. His feet were almost numb.
He didn't let himself dwell on the thought that he might not make it to the Iero ranch, either. Instead he began to walk steadily up the road, and tried to ignore the snow that got inside his DMs with every step.

He rounded the corner and lost sight of his car, but when he looked ahead, there was still no sign of a house, or even a barn. He felt alone, as if he'd been dropped into the middle of a wilderness. There was only the mountain, the snow, the vast sky and himself. The silence was absolute. It hurt to walk, and he found himself sliding his feet instead of picking them up. He had gone fewer than two hundred yards.
His lips trembled as he hugged himself in an effort to retain his body's heat. Painful or not, he would just have to keep walking.

Then he heard the low growl of a powerful engine, and he stopped, relief welling in him so painfully that tears burned his eyes. He had a horror of crying in public and blinked them back. There was no sense in crying; he had been walking less than 15 minutes and hadn't been in any real danger at all. It was just his overactive imagination, as usual. He shuffled in the snow to the side of the road, to get out of the way, and waited for the approaching vehicle.

It came into view, a big black pickup with enormous tires. He could feel the driver's eyes lock on him, and in spite of himself, he ducked his head in embarrassment. Old maid school teachers weren't accustomed to being the centre of attention, and on top of that, he felt a perfect fool. It must look like he had gone for a stroll in the snow.
The truck slowed to a stop opposite him, and a man got out.
He was taller than Gerard, and his strength showed in his broad shoulders and chest, and Gerard felt in an instant that he was under threat. He didn't like that. But strong or not, he was Gerard's rescuer.

Gerard wound his gloved fingers together and wondered what he should say. How did a person ask to be rescued? He had never hitched a ride before, it didn't seem proper for a settled, respectable school teacher.

Frank stared at the man, astounded that anyone would be out in the cold while dressed so stupidly. What in hell was he doing on his mountain, anyway? How had he gotten here?

Suddenly he realised who he was. He'd overheard talk in the feed store about a new schoolteacher from somewhere down South. He'd never seen anyone who looked more like a schoolteacher than this man, and he was definitely dressed wrong for a Wyoming winter. His blue button-up, black suit pants and brown coat were so frumpy, that he was almost a cliché. Frank could see wisps of blonde hair straggling out from beneath his brown wool hat. And on his feet.. DMs, where he should have snow boots. Snow was caked almost to his knees.

Frank had surveyed the teacher completely in two seconds flat, and didn't wait to hear what explanation he had for being on his mountain, if he intended to say anything at all. So far he hadn't uttered a word, but continued to stare at him with a faintly scared look on his face. Frank wondered if he considered it beneath him to speak to an Indian, even to ask for help. Mentally he shrugged. What the hell, he couldn't leave him out here in the snow.

Since the teacher hadn't spoken, Frank didn't either. He simply bent down and passed one arm behind his knees and the other behind his back, and lifted him as he would a child, ignoring his gasp and carrying him quickly to the truck. During the moments that he held him, he reflected that he didn't actually weigh much more than a child, did he even eat? He saw a flash of startled hazel/green eyes, then arms passed around his neck and he was holding him in a convulsive grip, as if he were afraid of being dropped.

Frank shifted the teacher's weight so he could open the passenger door and deposited him on the seat, then briskly wiped the snow from his feet and legs as well as he could. He heard him gasp again, but didn't look up. When he had finished, he dusted the snow from his gloves and went around to climb behind the wheel.

"How long have you been walking?"

He muttered, reluctantly.
Gerard started. He hadn't expected his voice to be so deep that it almost reverberated. He felt his cold cheeks prickle as blood rushed to them from the heat blasting in the truck.

"I.. Not long.."

He stammered.

".. About 15 minutes. I blew a water hose.. That is, my car did."

Frank glanced at him in time to see him hastily lower his eyes again and noticed his pinked cheeks. Good, he was getting warm. He was flushed; Frank could see it in the way he kept twisting his fingers together. Did he think that he was gonna throw him down on the seat and rape him? After all, he was a renegade Indian, and capable of anything. Then again, the way he looked, maybe this was the most excitement he'd ever had.

They hadn't been far from the ranch house and reached it in a few minutes. Frank parked close to the kitchen door and got out. He circled the truck and reached the passenger door just as the teacher opened it and began to slide down.

"Forget it."

Frank said, and lifted him again, gaining a small squeak of surprise, but no objection.
The warmth of the house enfolded Gerard, and he inhaled with relief, hardly noticing as Frank turned a wooden chair away from the table and placed him on it. Without speaking, Frank turned on the hot tap and let it run, then filled a dishpan, frequently checking the water and adjusting the temperature.

Well, he had reached his destination, and though he hadn't accomplished his arrival in quite the manner he had intended, he might as well get to the purpose of his visit.

"I'm Gerard Way, the new schoolteacher."

"I know."

Frank said briefly.
Gerard's eyes widened as he stared at the other mans strong back.

"You know?"

"Not many strangers around here."

Gerard realised that the other hadn't introduced himself, and was suddenly unsure. Was this even the right place?

"Are.. Are you Mr. Iero?"

Frank glanced over his shoulder at the shivering man.

"I'm Frank Iero."

Gerard was suddenly diverted.

"Are you Italian?"

Frank turned around with the dishpan in his hands.

"No, I'm Indian."

He placed the pan on the floor by Gerard's feet.
Gerard blinked.

"Indian?.."

He felt incredibly stupid. He should've guessed, given the black hair and the bronze of his skin, but he hadn't. Most of the men in Ruth had weathered skin, and he had simply thought Frank's darker than the rest. Then he frowned at him and said in a positive tone.

".. Iero's not an Indian name!"

Frank frowned back at him.

"No!.. That's Italian."

"Oh.. Are you a half-breed?"

He asked the question with the same unconsciousness as if he'd been asking for directions, brows lifted inquiringly over his hazel eyes. It set Frank's teeth on edge.

"Yeah."

He grunted. There was something so irritating about the primness of the teacher's expression that he wanted to shock him out of his prissiness. Then he noticed the shivers shaking the younger man's body, and he pushed the irritation aside, at least until he could get him warm. The clumsy way he had been walking when Frank had first seen him had told him that Gerard was in the first stages of hypothermia. He shrugged out of his heavy coat and tossed it aside, then put on a pot of coffee.

Gerard sat silently as Frank made coffee. Frank clearly wasn't a very talkative person, though that wasn't going to make Gerard give up. He was truly cold, so he would wait until he had a cup of that coffee, then begin again. He looked up as Frank turned back to him, but his expression was unreadable.
Without a word he took the wool hat from his head and began unbuttoning Gerard's coat. Startled, Gerard said-

"I can do that.."

But his fingers were so cold that any movement was agony. Frank stepped back and let him try for a moment, then brushed his hands aside and finished the job himself.

".. Why are you taking my coat off when I'm so c..cold?"

He asked in bewilderment as Frank peeled the coat down his arms.

"So I can rub your arms and legs.."

Then he proceeded to remove Gerard's DMs. The idea was as alien to Gerard as snow. He wasn't accustomed to anyone touching him, and didn't intend to become accustomed. He started to tell Frank so, but the words vanished unsaid as Frank thrust his hands onto the tops of Gerard's thighs, and moved quickly up toward his waist. Gerard gave a startled shriek and jerked back, almost overturning the chair. Frank glared at him, his eyes like black ice.

".. You don't have to worry.."

He snapped.

".. This is Saturday. I only rape on Tuesday's and Thursday's."

He thought about throwing his ass back out into the snow, but he couldn't let a man freeze to death, not even a white man who thought his touch would contaminate him.
Gerard's eyes grew so wide that they eclipsed the rest of his face.

"What's wrong with Saturday's?"

He blurted, then realised that he had almost issued him an invitation, for pity's sake! He clapped his gloved hands to his face as a tide of red surged to his cheeks. His brain must've frozen, it was the only possible explanation.
Frank jerked his head up, not believing he had actually said that. Wide, horrified hazel eyes stared at him from over black leather gloves, which covered the rest of Gerard's face, but couldn't quite cover the hot colour. It had been so long since he'd seen anyone blush that it took Frank a minute to realise that Gerard was acutely embarrassed. Why, he was a prude! It was the final cliché to add to the dowdy, old maid schoolteacher image he presented. Amusement softened Frank's irritation. This was probably the highlight of the younger man's life.

"I'm gonna take off your socks and roll up your pant legs now, so you can put your feet in the water."

He explained in a gruff voice.

"Oh."

The word was muffled because his hands were still over his mouth.
Frank's hands were still on Gerard's hips. Almost unconsciously he felt the narrowness of him, and the softness. Dowdy or not, Frank's heartbeat increased as his body began to respond to Gerard's nearness. Damn, he needed a man worse than he thought if this frumpy little schoolteacher could turn him on.

He slid his hands down Gerard's slim legs, feeling him tremble under his touch, and proceeded to roll up both pant legs, noting how pale and smooth the skin was beneath, then removed his socks. Two pairs!.. Perhaps the boy wasn't totally stupid after all.
Frank lifted Gerard's feet onto his thighs and slid the dishpan into place, then slowly lowered his feet into the water. He had made certain that the water was only warm, but he knew that the younger man's feet were so cold even that would be painful. Gerard sucked in his breath but didn't protest, though Frank saw the gleam of tears in his eyes when he looked up at him.

"It won't hurt for long.."

He murmured reassuringly, moving so that his legs were on each side of Gerard's, clasping them warmly. Then he carefully removed Gerard's gloves, struck by the delicacy of his cold, white hands. He held them between his warm palms for a moment, then made a decision and unbuttoned his own shirt as he crowded closer to the nervous teacher.

".. This will warm them up."

He said, and tucked Gerard's hands into the hollows of his armpits.
Gerard was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe that his hands were nestled in his armpits like birds. Frank's warmth seared his cold fingers. He wasn't actually touching skin; Frank wore a t-shirt, but it was still the most intimate he had ever been with another person. Armpits.. well, everyone had them, but he certainly wasn't accustomed to touching them. He had never been this surrounded by anyone in his life. Frank's hard legs were on each side of his, clasping them, and Gerard was leant forward a little, his hands neatly tucked beneath his arms, while Frank briskly rubbed his hands over the younger man's arms and shoulders, then down to his thighs.

Gerard made a little sound of surprise; he simply couldn't believe this was happening, not to Gerard Arthur Way, old maid schoolteacher ordinaire.
Frank had been concentrating on his task, but he looked up at the sound Gerard made, into his wide hazel eyes. The teacher was very close, his face just inches from his. Gerard had the most delicate skin he'd ever seen, as fine-grained as an infant's, so pale and translucent he could see the fragile tracery of blue veins at his temples. Only the very young should have skin like that. As he watched, another blush began to stain Gerard's cheeks, and unwillingly he felt himself become entranced by the sight. He wondered if the younger man's skin was that silky and delicate all over- his chest, his stomach, his thighs, between his legs. The thought was like an electric jolt to his system, overloading his nerves. Damn, he smelled sweet! And he would probably jump straight out of that chair if he did what he wanted to, and buried his face between Gerard's slim thighs.

Gerard licked his lips, oblivious to the way Frank's eyes followed the movement. He had to say something, but he didn't know what. Frank's physical nearness seemed to have paralysed his thought processes. My goodness, he was warm! And close. He should remember why he had come here in the first place, instead of acting like a ninny because a very good-looking, very masculine person was too close to him. He licked his lips again, and cleared his throat.

"Ah.. I came to speak to Lucas, if I may?"

Frank's expression changed very little, yet Gerard had the impression that he was instantly aloof.

"Lucas isn't here. He's doing chores."

"I see. When will he be back?"

"In an hour, maybe two."

Gerard looked at him a little disbelievingly.

"Are you Lucas' father?"

"Yes."

"And his mother is...?"

"Dead."

The flat, solitary word jarred Gerard, yet at the same time he was aware of a faint, shocking sense of relief. He looked away from Frank again.

"How did you feel about Lucas quitting school?"

"It was his decision."

"But he's only 15! He's just a boy-"

"He's Indian.."

Frank interrupted.

".. He's a man!"

Indignation mingled with exasperation to act as a spur. Gerard jerked his hands from Frank's armpits and planted them on his hips.

"What does that have to do with anything? He's 15 years old and he needs an education!"

"He can read, write and do math. He also knows everything there is to know about training horses and running a ranch. He chose to quit school and work here full-time. This is my ranch, and my mountain. One day it will be his. He decided what to do with his life, and it's train horses."

Frank didn't like explaining his and Lucas' personal business to anyone, but there was something about this huffy, dowdy little teacher that made him answer. Gerard didn't seem to realise he was Indian; intellectually he knew it, but he obviously had no idea what it meant to be Indian, and to be Frank Iero in particular, to have people turn aside to avoid speaking to him.

"I'd like to talk to him anyway."

Gerard said stubbornly.

"That's up to him. He may not want to talk to you."

"You won't try to influence him at all?"

"No."

"Why not? You should at least have tried to keep him in school."

Frank leaned very close, so close that his nose almost touched the younger man's. Gerard stared into his dark eyes, his own widening.

"He's Indian, sweetheart. Maybe you don't know what that means. Hell, how could you? You're an Anglo. Indians aren't welcome. What education he has, he got on his own, without any help from the Anglo teachers. When he wasn't being ignored, he was being insulted. Why would he want to go back?"

Gerard swallowed, alarmed by his aggression. He wasn't accustomed to men getting right in his face and swearing at him. Truthfully, Gerard admitted that he wasn't accustomed to men at all. He'd always been the shy bookworm throughout school, his only friend being his little brother Mikey. All the boys he'd liked had ignored the mousy, bookish boy, and when he had gotten older, the men had done the same. He paled a little, but he felt so strongly about his beliefs of a good education, that he refused to let Frank intimidate him. Strong people often did that to weaker people, probably without even thinking about it, but he wasn't going to give in simply because Frank Iero was stronger than he was.

"He was at the head of his class.."

He said briskly.

".. If he managed that on his own, think what he could accomplish with help!"

Frank stood up, towering over Gerard.

"Like I said, it's up to him."

The coffee had long since finished brewing, so he turned to pour and hand it to the young teacher. Silence fell between them. Frank leaned against the cabinets and watched Gerard sip daintily, like a cat. Dainty, yeah, that was a good word for him. He wasn't tiny, maybe five seven, but he was slightly built. Frank's eyes trailed over Gerard's slender body. He wondered if the younger man's nipples would be a delicate pink, or rosy beige. He wondered if the younger man would be able to take him comfortably, if he would be so tight he'd go wild-

Sharply he brought his erotic thoughts to a halt. Damn it, that particular lesson should have been etched into his soul! Anglos might flirt with him and twitch themselves around him, but few of them really wanted to get down and dirty with an Indian. This frumpy little schoolteacher wasn't even flirting with him, so why was he getting so turned on? Maybe it was because Gerard was a frump. He kept imagining how the dainty body beneath those awful clothes would look, stripped bare and stretched out on his sheets.
Gerard set the cup aside.

"I'm much warmer now. Thank you, the coffee did the trick."

That, and the way Frank had run his hands all over him, but he wasn't about to tell him that. He looked up at Frank and hesitated, suddenly uncertain when he saw the look in his almost black eyes. He didn't know what it was, but there was something about him that made his heart rate increase, made him feel faintly uneasy. Was he actually looking at Gerard's crotch?

"I think some of Lucas' old clothes will fit you."

Frank said, face and voice expressionless.

"Oh, I don't need any clothes. I mean, what I have on is perfectly-"

"Idiotic.."

Frank interrupted.

".. This is Wyoming, sweetheart, not Texas, or wherever you're from."

"California."

Gerard supplied.
Frank grunted, which seemed to be one of his basic means of communication, and took a towel from a drawer. Going down on one knee, he lifted Gerard's feet from the water and wrapped them in the towel, rubbing them dry with a touch so gentle it was at odds with the thinly veiled hostility of his manner. Then, standing..

"Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"To the bedroom."

Gerard stopped, blinking at him, and a bitter smile twisted Frank's mouth.

"Don't worry.."

He said harshly.

".. I'll control my savage appetites, and after you get dressed, you can get the hell off my mountain."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl back again!

I've wanted to write this one for a really long time. It's based on a romance novel (straight) that I've had since I was 15, and have read at least twice a year since (I'm now nearly 40 if you didn't know).. The trouble came when I got SO into Frerard fan fictions, that I now can't read straight (hetro) smut stories, they creep me out a bit.. So I've not been able to read my favourite book in over a year.. So I decided to adapt the story to Frerard.. I just hope you all like it as much as I've always loved the original.

Anyway, please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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Look forward to hearing what you think!