Honeyboy.

After the soup, Gerard stood and put the bowl in the sink, stroking Frank's cheek in a gentle, almost motherly way. Though, the man's eyes were anything but motherly. They held a look of bottled rage. A look of hunger and psychopathic entertainment.

"Bed time honeyboy." Gerard said, taking Frank's hand and pulling him upstairs, holding the boy's hand a little too tightly to be comforting.

Frank wasn't tired. And so he said that he wasn't, earning a look from Gerard, the grip on his hand tightening to the point of pain.
"I said bedtime." Gerard hissed, Frank trying to yank his hand out of the strong grip.
"I'm not tired! It's not even nine yet!" Frank shouted, not exactly meaning to raise his voice, just in a state of panic from the pain of Gerard's tight grip and the situation in general. He wasn't a child. He shouldn't have to go to bed so early. He shouldn't even be here.

Gerard's expression went completely blank for a moment then in a split second Frank's back was pressed up against the wall, Gerard's hand on his throat, squeezing so he couldn't breathe. "I said bedtime honeyboy. But maybe you want to play instead." He hissed out, his face only inches from Frank's. He tightened his grip around Frank's neck, the boy struggling and trying to wrench his hand away.

Gerard knew better than to hurt Frank fatally. Gerard was being careful. He knew when to stop. He knew what Frank could take. After all, when you watch someone continuously for months, you're bound to see them experimenting. And little Frank Iero had tried out many things while his parents were out. Tried many things with his curtains wide open. Tried many things while Gerard happened to be parked out watching him without Frank even knowing. Gerard knew by now what got the boy going.

The sweet little teenager was quite the masochist. And for a sadist such as Gerard, the boy was absolutely a dream. That's one of the reasons it had to be frank he took. When the boy started to go limp, Gerard removed his hand, satisfied. Both by the slight bulge in Frank's skinny jeans and the way the boy took a moment to breathe again, though he started breathing regularly again after a moment.

Gerard gripped Frank's jaw, forcing the boy to look at him. "Well only good boys get to play. And you haven't been very good, honeyboy." He whispered, smirking at the boy's obvious embarrassment at his arousal. Frank squirmed, trying to hide his small bulge, only amusing Gerard further.

"Bed time, honeyboy. Now." Gerard said, and this time Frank didn't give even a squeak of protest when Gerard laid him down in a small bedroom and stroked his hair until he drifted off into sleep.

Notes

Err sorry for the awkward and very late chapter. I was having massive writers block... sorry its so weird.