He's Not Dead, He Only Looks that Way.

Frank walked down an empty street, shivering inside his thin jacket. He cursed under his breath as he jogged a bit faster through the cold breeze. His teeth clattered as he made his way out of the small town. Frank wondered what Gerard would do to him for running away and with every thought, it scared him. Frank shook his head, "Fuck, don't think about it."

His movements lead him to the cemetery where he spent minutes trying to find his own grave. He paused when he set eyes on a grave which had his name carved into it, "In memory of Frank Anthony Iero". Frank fell to his knees in front of it, his heart pounded with each second as he continued to stare. He didn't know he would have a grave, he wasn't expecting it.

Far from where Frank was standing, was Gerard. Gerard stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and watched Frank awe at his own death. He can see the confusion in Frank's eyes. Gerard scoffed, "Why are you so puzzled? What's not to get? You're dead."

Frank didn't seem alerted by Gerard, "I know I'm dead. I just wasn't expecting a grave .. my parents and I never got along so .. " His voice drifted off.

Gerard went on his knees next to Frank, "Oh, families. Aren't they just horrible?"

Frank wasn't amused, "Shut up, Gerard. You don't understand." He said coldly.

Gerard tried not to show his anger but it lashed out, "No, you don't understand swine. You are mine. And I will not be disrespected."

Abruptly, Gerard forced Frank down onto the dirt. With anger Frank shouted, "Get off me!"

Gerard grinned as he bit the side of Frank's neck. Frank cringed as he kicked, "Ow," Gerard licked the area where he bit before pressing his lips onto Frank's. Frank bit Gerard's lip which sent Gerard into a spiral. Gerard used one hand to grasp onto both of Frank's wrists, holding them up above Frank's head. He quickly shoved his free hand into Frank's jeans. Gerard laughed, "I'm assuming it's a bit chilly outside, huh?"

Frank's face flustered red as he tightened his jaw without a word.

Gerard wrapped his hand around the soft shaft of Frank's penis before stroking it hard. Frank cried out, "This is humiliating, stop!"

The humidity around Frank turned hot, it struck him immediately. Gerard felt it too, more than Frank who was being violated. Gerard stuck his tongue out and shot it into Frank's mouth whose eyes went wide. Gerard rolled his tongue around Frank's, moaning in lust and enjoyment.

Frank's body was in heat but his mind was elsewhere. He hated the thought of being touched so his hatred for Gerard only grew with each passing second. Frank's eyes grew tired, bored of the contact Gerard was making until a sudden moan escaped his mouth. He looked down to find Gerard rubbing the tip of his penis with his thumb.

Gerard smirked, "Wow, you're really sensitive when it comes to the tip." Gerard looked around which confused Frank.

Gerard smiled at Frank, "I may need help holding you down."

A sudden blow of cold wind rushed through the cemetery, sparking leaves upward. You can hear the small whistle of the wind as it blew through the crooked vines and bark of the lonely, dead trees. It stopped around Frank's grave where Gerard was holding Frank hostage. The ground below them shook until dead hands erupted from Frank's grave. Frank shrieked as the two hands latched onto Frank's wrist, substituting as Gerard's hands.

Frank shed tears, "You're sick!" He repeated as Gerard unzipped his own jeans.

Through blurry eyes, Frank looked at the decaying hands that wrapped around his flesh. His own dead hands were holding him down, doing Gerard's bidding. He gagged at the sight but his attention was immediately turned away when a sudden wave of goosebumps trailed up his body. He looked down to find Gerard smiling up at him with his tongue on the tip of Frank's penis.

Gerard didn't say a word. He dove in, sticking Frank's penis deep within his throat, taking in the hard genital. Gerard's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Frank gasped as he was being sucked off by demon Gerard. Frank would occasionally look down to Gerard's pure white eyeballs as he moaned.

Gerard spat out Frank's dick and slurped up the saliva dripping from his mouth, "You're such a perv."

Frank panted as he clenched his teeth together, "Stop, please. No more."

Gerard grinned, "It's cute when you beg." Gerard lifted up Frank's numb legs before rubbing his penis against Frank's entrance hole. Gerard looked at it, "Whoa. This isn't your first time, now is it?"

Frank clenched his legs, "Don't."

Gerard spat on his penis and on Frank's entrance, "Don't what?"

Frank cried out, "Please."

Gerard looked at him for a bit before saying, "It's too late." His dick entered inside Frank, making Frank relax. He didn't want it to hurt even more than it already does. Gerard moaned as Frank's deceased hands poking out of the grave tightened around Frank's wrists. One suddenly grasped onto both his wrists as the other wrapped around Frank's throat.

Gerard looked at the scene with the hugest grin on his face before jamming his penis in and out faster and faster. Gerard's eyes had gotten darker and his strength had gotten stronger. It made Frank worried as he choked. Frank tried to beg him to stop again but it was useless. His voice was being blocked by his own dead hand wrapped around his throat.

Frank took in the pain and lust and moaned aloud. His heart was pounding and he realized his dick was rock hard. Gerard noticed this and begun to stroke Frank's penis as he struck in and out of Frank. The two were now both immune to the cold because all they felt was hot and excited.

Gerard screamed, "I'm going to cum inside you."

Frank couldn't help but to beg, "Please, master-do it."

Gerard gave one final thrust before they both erupted large amounts of semen. Frank's butt swallowed as much as it could before overflowing the entrance when Gerard pulled out. Frank's moans were light pants as his stomach moved with his own sperm on it.

The hands retreated back into the ground as if they had never came out.

Gerard looked at Frank and could see the faint red marks on Frank's throat and wrists. Gerard asked, "Can you walk?"

Frank shook his head mindlessly.

Gerard seemed to recover quickly as he placed on his jeans. He reached down and helped Frank with his own before lifting Frank from the ground. Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck as Gerard placed his hands under Frank's thighs, having a careful but great grip on Frank's fragile body. Frank still didn't like Gerard but Gerard felt so warm and safe to him at the moment. Frank buried his face into Gerard's shoulder. The two walked away from the cemetery, heading back into the town.

Frank peered over Gerard's shoulder to his own grave before resting his head again.

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