That Chain-Written Frerard Fic
Chapter 15
Bert POV
He hates me.
Me.
The one who adored him from a distance every day for the longest. In the camera, I catch the tear that goes down his beautiful face. Gosh… I adore him… I adore him SO much! I slam my fist on the wall. Then, I leave the observation room and go into my private office.
193 pictures of my dear Frankie in every position imaginable. Every angle of every dancing outfit he ever wore onstage.
Him at the store. Him walking home. Him sleeping. Oh, how I loved that one. I even had a miniature of it in my wallet. Laughing. Talking. Doing that sexy thing in which he bites his lip. Mine… mine… HE’S MINE!
He’s been mine ever since he let me take him backstage many years ago. Of course, he doesn’t exactly remember it. I might’ve slipped something into his drink that night. But I do. I remember every moment.
How carried him into his changing room and pressed him against the wall
I remember his fingers grasping at the curtains; his head thrown back, eyes closed. I remember how tight he felt around me. I also remember him telling me it was his first time and how I took his innocence mercilessly. I remember the blood and his whimpers.
I laugh. It sounds crazed. I run my fingers through my hair. My hand is shaking terribly. I go over to the cabinet and pull out a bottle of pills. I take three. It takes about 10 minutes for the horrible anxiety to stop.
Maybe…. maybe he just needed time. Yes, that was it. He would love me soon enough.
Time….
I squeeze my hands until I am completely calm.
Or another drink.
Yes. That would loosen him up.
I pulled out a new bottle of pills and carried them over to the small kitchen. I fixed him a glass of water and put the pills into it.
“Frankie?” I called. “Do you want some water, baby?”
No answer. I briefly wondered why and then laughed when I remember he was gagged for being naughty.
I walked into the room again and went over to him. I carefully took the tape off. As soon as I did, he screamed for help.
I let him scream until he got tired. No more than ten minutes. Finally, he was silent.
“Your throat must be dry, my love. Want some water?”
He looked up. There was fire in his eyes. It made my pants tighter.
“Get AWAY from me!”
His voice was raspy and worn out.
“Come on… please? I want to spoil you if you’ll let me.”
He looked down at the floor. Then, he looked at me.
“R-Really?”
“Of course sweetheart.” I cooed, stroking his hair. He stiffened at first, and then leaned into my touch.
“I… never knew….” He breathed. “Do you love me? Do you really?”
I’d dreamt about this moment for so long.
“I do.” I kneeled next to him. “I love you so much, Frankie.”
Then, the words I thought I would never hear.
“Then, make love to me.”
I ripped the tape off him as fast as I could. In a moment, I had him pressed against the wall and he was grinding into my erection. His moans made my pants feel like a cage.
He pushed me back and into the chair. Then, he straddled me.
His mouth on mine. His body on mine. He pushed my head back and…. pain. Terrible PAIN!
I covered my balls and screamed.
Frank jumped off me and ran out of the room.
That little… sexy demon…..
He hates me.
Me.
The one who adored him from a distance every day for the longest. In the camera, I catch the tear that goes down his beautiful face. Gosh… I adore him… I adore him SO much! I slam my fist on the wall. Then, I leave the observation room and go into my private office.
193 pictures of my dear Frankie in every position imaginable. Every angle of every dancing outfit he ever wore onstage.
Him at the store. Him walking home. Him sleeping. Oh, how I loved that one. I even had a miniature of it in my wallet. Laughing. Talking. Doing that sexy thing in which he bites his lip. Mine… mine… HE’S MINE!
He’s been mine ever since he let me take him backstage many years ago. Of course, he doesn’t exactly remember it. I might’ve slipped something into his drink that night. But I do. I remember every moment.
How carried him into his changing room and pressed him against the wall
I remember his fingers grasping at the curtains; his head thrown back, eyes closed. I remember how tight he felt around me. I also remember him telling me it was his first time and how I took his innocence mercilessly. I remember the blood and his whimpers.
I laugh. It sounds crazed. I run my fingers through my hair. My hand is shaking terribly. I go over to the cabinet and pull out a bottle of pills. I take three. It takes about 10 minutes for the horrible anxiety to stop.
Maybe…. maybe he just needed time. Yes, that was it. He would love me soon enough.
Time….
I squeeze my hands until I am completely calm.
Or another drink.
Yes. That would loosen him up.
I pulled out a new bottle of pills and carried them over to the small kitchen. I fixed him a glass of water and put the pills into it.
“Frankie?” I called. “Do you want some water, baby?”
No answer. I briefly wondered why and then laughed when I remember he was gagged for being naughty.
I walked into the room again and went over to him. I carefully took the tape off. As soon as I did, he screamed for help.
I let him scream until he got tired. No more than ten minutes. Finally, he was silent.
“Your throat must be dry, my love. Want some water?”
He looked up. There was fire in his eyes. It made my pants tighter.
“Get AWAY from me!”
His voice was raspy and worn out.
“Come on… please? I want to spoil you if you’ll let me.”
He looked down at the floor. Then, he looked at me.
“R-Really?”
“Of course sweetheart.” I cooed, stroking his hair. He stiffened at first, and then leaned into my touch.
“I… never knew….” He breathed. “Do you love me? Do you really?”
I’d dreamt about this moment for so long.
“I do.” I kneeled next to him. “I love you so much, Frankie.”
Then, the words I thought I would never hear.
“Then, make love to me.”
I ripped the tape off him as fast as I could. In a moment, I had him pressed against the wall and he was grinding into my erection. His moans made my pants feel like a cage.
He pushed me back and into the chair. Then, he straddled me.
His mouth on mine. His body on mine. He pushed my head back and…. pain. Terrible PAIN!
I covered my balls and screamed.
Frank jumped off me and ran out of the room.
That little… sexy demon…..
Notes
call it an emergency takeover. i needed to make this
-BLOOD'Y REVENGE
i'll be away for a while lol. month. overseas.
also, i made this chapter based on this vid.. i imagined Bert like this...
also, a little of
i would do the next chapter, but i think everyine has had enough of me for now :)
9/6/15