"Come here baby!" Gerard slurred as he moved across the bed and wrapped his arms around a young man with deep green eyes, dark messy hair and a small scorpion tattoo that was inked on his neck.
The human murmured a response and turned over to return the favour and let his hand slip onto Gerard's cool flesh.
"How is it?" Asked Gerard, hand gripping the young mans hair and tilting his head back to place kiss after kiss along his neck, "that I don't know your name?"
"You don't need to know that just yet..." Was the gasped reply that he received, smooth and seductive.
"You'll tell me though, won't you baby?"
"Yes....of course."
"Ever since I made eye contact with you in that filthy court room. Thats when I fell in love. That's when I wanted you to be mine. I don't need to know your name to fall in love with you...." Gerard whispered, hands wondering down his guests body.
"Call me Frankie...." The voice replied, brushing his lips against Gerard.
"Good. You look like a Frankie...." Gerard returned the favour, paralysed by the joy of their lips connecting with another.
"Well...." Frankie murmured, biting Gerard's top lip gently as he moved his hands down gently to the red-haired boys waist "you're pretty goddamn cute if I may say so myself...."
"Just be gentle with me baby" moaned Gerard, "I want to remember this, Frankie." He curled his finger around a loose strand of hair, groaning gently as their two sweat soaked bodies lay on one another so that one could feel the others heart beat as if it were their own.

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Gerard woke. Mumbling. Sweating. With a cracker of a headache. He looked to the clock that lay on the side of his bed. 10:32. Was that it? Well it was only last night that he'd been awake attacking Chris in a ginnel and then trying to hide all the evidence at night. That explained why he went to bed so early.
"Shit!" He whispered to himself. He looked to his left to see no perfect face laying asleep on his pillow.
"Honestly Gerard. You're not even into guys. You're straight remember. Straight." He repeated to himself, "why on earth would you dream about....about....Frankie?"

He thought to himself for a moment. "Why would I dream about that?"
Images of the cute young man from the courtroom (Frankie) swam back into his head and Gerard smiled as they did, "well....." He began, "I suppose that I could make one exception...."
Gerard couldn't sleep. Not with his mind obsessing over the perfection and pure fantasy of his dream. Standing up, he slipped a hoodie on over his onesie and wandered over to the window, moving the threadbare curtains to the side and glancing down the partially lit street. There he saw two men, one rather tall compared to the other. He looked closely at the other shorter figure and then it struck Gerard, he was short, green eyes standing out in the dull, messy dark hair, cute face: it was the boy from Gerard's dream.

The two shadowed figures stopped across the street from him and turned to face each other. They seemed to have a discussion, pointing to Gerard's house and garden and taking out notebooks to attempt to read under the dull light that the moon was casting. The two left in opposite directions, looking a little annoyed with each other. The green eyed figure on the street looked up towards Gerard's window to see the staring eyes of the red-haired young man, which were neither red nor black nor green.

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*a few minutes earlier*

"Joel....I really don't think we should be doing this." Frank whispered as they walked down the unlit road.
Joel ignored him taking out his notebook and squinting at the writing using the dull light of the moon to help him. He carried on walking as Frank rushed to catch him up.

"Honestly Joel. It's too dangerous at the moment, who knows what this person is capable of! They can murder and leave hardly any evidence! This is too far Joel! Not now!"
"Shh.... Keep your voice down..." Joel murmured, stopping dead in his tracks as he looked at the small house that peered across from the other side of the road at him.

"We are not breaking into this mans house tonight Joel! He's a murderer! We need a plan! We can't just waltz in there and be like oh, hey! That's not how it works Joel!"
"Shut up!" Cried Joel, "I know why you don't want to break in to a so-called, Mr. Gerard Ways house anyway...."
"Why?" Asked Frank.
"Because you'd rather spend time with Al. Wouldn't you?"
"Well. No. But me and Al have something planned for tonight and I'm late enough as it is." Frank whispered quietly.

"Exactly..."
"But the main thing is that I don't want you to get hurt Joel! You are the brains of this operation! Only you can solve this! Don't throw your life away at the first opportunity. Come on, be rational. We'll get to know the guy first then we'll know when it's best to search his house." Frank pleaded.
"You just value your personal life and that young little Al over your job! Don't you?"
Frank nodded.
"Okay. You go back to your precious little Al and ill stay here by myself, if he means that much to you!"
"No, Joel! It's not safe! Please!" Yelled Frank attracting as much attention as possible, "anyway....he's seen us now...." Whispered Frank glancing up at the window from which a red headed man peered his head through before vanishing behind the curtain.
"Hm...okay. Suppose your right after all Frank..." He muttered wondering off in the opposite direction. "See you at work...." And Joel was gone.

Frank walked quickly as soon as Joel had disappeared, he continued in the other way until he bumped into a young fetus looking boy with slightly wavy looking dark hair and brown eyes. He looked about 16 yards old, even in his fake leather jacket, black skinny jeans and white t shirt. It was Al.
"Eyup! Frankie!" He yelled excitedly, running up to hug him.
"Al!" Frank cried.
"You ready?" He asked.
Frank nodded.
The two left the dark street, Gerard watching as the figures disappeared from view as they walked down the street together.

Notes

Hello. Hope this was okay, he may not seem it but Al will be quite important and a main character later on. Thank you all. :) x I'm going to try and learn Spanish and play some Franz Ferdinand....yes, at the same time. Sorry for the Queen reference. Thanks.
-Lou.