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

Frank groaned as his sleeping body tossed his stomach onto the bed. His arms wrapped around Gerard's waist. Frank's body shivered from Gerard's cold skin. Gerard glanced at him. He wanted to be an asshole and shake Frank awake but he was hypnotized by Frank's .. vulnerability. He wasn't exactly sure what it was about Frank he took an interest in, but it must be something that made Gerard not want to let go of him.

Gerard sighed a bit before slowly moving out of Frank's grip. He moved away from the bed to the window. He stared out into the cold night, seeing past the hookers and homeless swine. He spotted a figure in the dark. Gerard squinted, "Brother?"

"Gerard." Frank called through a scratchy and tired voice.

Gerard turned and met eyes with Frank who was rubbing his sleepy eyes, "You .. you raped me." Fran recalled.

Gerard didn't say a word.

Frank growled, "I can't believe you."

Gerard rolled his eyes, "You wanted it."

"I can't help my hormones." Frank added, “What are you looking at anyway?” Frank’s sore body ached as he attempted to get up from the bed, but failed miserably. His body collapsed and he let out one last groan before moaning, “My body fucking hurts.”

Gerard snickered, “Well, yeah, you were fucked so-”

“I’m serious, Gee. I’m in pain.” Frank whined.

Gerard stared at him for a bit. He glanced back at the window, debating whether or not to go after the person hiding in the shadows or comfort his slave. Gerard walked over to Frank and placed a hand on his back, “Alright, I’ll do what I can.”

Gee’s body crawled onto the bed, climbing onto Frank’s back. Frank’s body cringed as Gerard’s body rested on his. Gerard paused before cracking his knuckles, “Alright, sweetheart, you’re about to feel the magic.”

Frank growled, “Your body on me is hurting my back,”

Gerard snapped, “Do you want me to help you or not?”

Frank's hands grasped onto the pillows, "Yes."

Gerard smiled, "Alright then." His hands rested on Frank's back before massaging the area smoothly. Frank winced a bit before relaxing his body. The two were both lost in a trance that was hard to get out of. Gerard was intrigued by Frank's smooth skin and Frank was distracted by the hands that caressed him. Frank's body didn't fight the massage. Frank murmured, "This feels good."

"Living for eternity has its benefits," Gerard grinned, "I took a class about thirty years ago."

Frank chuckled, "Ew, you're like a hundred years old or probably older."

Gerard smiled, "Well, I lost count of how old I am .. I kinda didn't see the point."

Frank added in, "You would be considered a pedophile if I weren't dead."

"And if I wasn't a demon." Gerard leaned in and kissed Frank's neck. His breath brushed against Frank's left ear as he spoke, "But things are different."

Frank felt a sensation over his body that he couldn't explain. And suddenly, he had a lot of questions for his master under his trance, "What do you do for fun?"

"Murder."

"Besides that."

"What else is there to do?" Gerard questioned.

Frank now felt disgusted, "Why do you do that?" Frank abruptly sat up, kicking Gerard off his back.

Gerard rolled his eyes, "What hell are you blabbing about?"

"You ruin a good moment by taunting me. Making me feel fucking disgusted."

The moment was ruined as Gerard thought about it. But then again, this was him. The way Gerard acted and what he did. He couldn't blame himself knowing that Frank had a weak stomach. Gerard didn’t want to argue with his slave though-no, he didn’t need to argue with his slave, “Just shut up.”

A large thump against the front door made the two freeze. Frank listened in to the commotion coming from the living room, wondering what was causing it. It was too hard for it to be a friendly knock. Gerard on the other hand, knew exactly what it was-or rather, who it was. He whispered to Frank, “Put your shoes on and get close to me. Don’t run off.”

Gerard shut the room door as Frank frantically placed on his shoes. When he was done, he stood by Gerard. Gerard looked around before making eye contact with Frank, “Hold onto me .. and whatever they say to you-it’s not true.”

“They?” Frank asked.

A loud crash made Frank jump. The front door had been destroyed by two men who walked inside without invitation. Meanwhile, back to Gerard and Frank, they were climbing out the window. They quietly placed their shoes against the cement and Frank ran off but stopped when he realized he lost Gerard. He can hear a commotion coming from inside the apartment. Frank hesitated but went toward the door frame where the front door once stood.

His shoes skidded along the cement as Gerard grabbed his hand and made him run with him, away from the apartment.

An unfamiliar voice to Frank, and a very familiar voice to Gerard called, “Where are you going, brother?”

Gerard stopped in his tracks and sighed. He faced Frank, “Remember what I told you. Don’t believe a word they say.” Gerard then faced the blond haired, sun wearing glasses, man. Gerard smirked, “Little bro!”

Frank stared, “Bro?” Frank looked at the two men who were across from Gerard and him, they were wearing matching clothing. Black jeans, red ties over a white buttoned shirt, and a black jacket over. Sure, they were wearing the same outfit, but they couldn’t be twins-obviously. The man Gerard called, “bro” was blond and had a strong jawline. He didn’t look alike to Gerard but there were a few small similar features that Frank had found. The other man standing beside bro had thick small curls and dark brown eyes-it was the man Gerard had spoken to before, Ray.

Gerard added in, “Mikey, it’s always great to see you.”

Mikey, his bro said, “Gerard, give me the boy.”

Gerard stepped in front of Frank, “What boy?” He teased, “I don’t have a boy,” He joked while laughing.

Frank whispered to Gerard, “Why do they want me?”

Mikey’s voice was calm but stern, “Gerard, this is no time for games. You have done an act that you can get killed for. You can take it all back by handing him over.”

Gerard frowned, “But I like him.” Gerard placed a hand on Frank’s head before stroking it back and forth through his river of dark hair, “He’s my pet.” Gerard’s voice had gotten more serious, “Mikey, do you know what it was like to be all alone?”

“Well-”

“No, you don’t.” Gerard yelled, “I was alone in the dark for so long. That was my fear. My worst nightmare-to be alone, casted out.” Gerard growled, “It was before I was turned into a demon when I was so alone and scared. You didn’t try to help me after I fell into the icy water.”

“Gerard that doesn’t matter anymore. I helped you before, doesn’t that matter to you at all?”

Gerard froze, “You’re such a fool!” He screamed, “It doesn’t fucking matter because I suffered after! You made an ass out of me-” Gerard paused. He took a glance at Frank who cowered behind him. Gerard read the fear in his eyes, and Frank read the anger in his. Gerard took in a deep inhale and exhale before brushing his hand through his hair, “But that’s in the past now. I’m strong now,” Gerard gave a relaxed smile at Frank, “And I’m not alone.”

Frank’s cheeks burned red, he couldn’t speak a word.

Mikey looked at the two before Gerard turned his attention back toward him. Mikey said to Frank, “Don’t listen to a word he says. He’s using you for his own satisfaction.” When Frank turned his head away from Mikey, Mikey added in, “He’s a manipulative dirtbag .. you don’t know the things he’s done-Frank,”

Frank glanced at him, but again, didn’t say a word.

Mikey’s voice soothed Frank, “You don’t belong with him. You belong to heaven.”

Frank shot his head up but Gerard slapped his cheek quickly, sending Frank to collapse onto the ground. As Frank rubbed his cheek, Gerard yelled at Mikey, “Don’t feed him lies!”

“You know damn well you’re the one who is dragging him away-Frank! Listen to me! He dragged your soul out when you were reaching to heaven-he took you out of your haven!”

Frank looked at Gerard, “Is .. is that true?”

Gerard didn’t look at Frank, “No.” The ground beneath them rumbled and the winds’ speed had increased heavily. Gerard’s eyes darkened as the night around them howled. Gerard grabbed Frank by his collar shirt and said, “We’re leaving.” Loud and intense screeching descended from the night and made its way toward the demon from hell, and the poor soul who knew nothing. Dozens of large bats circled around Gerard and Frank, blinding Mikey and Ray.

Mikey screamed over the howling of the wind and the screehcing of the bats, “Gerard! We’ll find you!”

Gerard chuckled, “Hide-n-seek was always your favorite game.”

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