Cry Baby (Frerard)

Frank woke up at around eight the next morning and went downstairs to the dining area to grab him and Gerard something to eat from the free breakfast bar. He got himself some coffee, scrambled eggs, sausage, and hash browns and grabbed Gerard some pancakes with syrup, as well as some bacon and fresh fruit with a glass of orange juice. He headed back up to his room and set the food down on the table next to the television, seeing Gerard still asleep. He walked up to him and smiled, nudging Gerard a bit.
“Hey, Gee. I got you some breakfast,” Frank whispered in his ear. “Get up, sunshine,”
“Mmm...F-frankie?” Gerard mumbled, his eyes sleepily opening up. He smiled when he saw Frank standing over him.
“Yeah, it’s me. I got you some pancakes, your favorite. Hurry up before it gets cold,”
“Y-yay! M-me like p-pancakes!” Gerard smiled, getting up right outta bed and sitting at the table to eat his food. Frank joined him and turned on the television. He sipped on his coffee as he switched the channel to the news station. What he saw nearly made him spit out his drink--a picture of both him and Gerard in the corner as a news reporter talked. He read the title at the bottom--”Mentally handicapped teenager missing, kidnapping by caregiver possible”
“Wh-what the fuck?” Frank said to himself, turning up the volume to listen.
“Police are out on the look for two teenagers, one of them being a mentally handicapped seventeen year old named Gerard Way,” the news reporter, a tall brown haired man in a gray suit said. “Yesterday at around three in the afternoon, his mother Donna said that Gerard got out of the house and started running down the block, and could not catch up to him in time. She claims that she asked Gerard’s caregiver, eighteen year old Frank Iero, to look for Gerard while she stayed at the house in case Gerard showed up. Frank got in his car and began to look for Gerard, only to never return again. Donna claims she tried calling Frank numerous times, but got no word from him. Police are suspecting that either Frank gave up looking for Gerard and went home, but there’s also a possibility that Frank did find Gerard and took him to an undisclosed location. We will now turn over to Gerard’s mother Donna, who was the last person to see Gerard before he went missing,”
Frank sighed, holding his head with both hands as he began to shake, his heart in his chest racing. The police were already looking for him and Gerard, and it hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours since Frank took Gerard with him. He saw Donna on the t.v screen, looking distraught as the news reporter talked to her. He could see her crying.
“I want my son back,” she said, sobbing. “He could get himself hurt...or worse. I tried calling Frank several times to ask him if he’s found him, but I got nothing. I really hope he didn’t do anything to my son. If Frank’s watching this right now…please bring Gerard home. He’s my baby and he means the whole world to me. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him!”
“M-mommy!” Gerard said, watching the t.v screen. “L-look, F-frankie! M-mommy is on th-the t.v! Wh-why is sh-she sad?”
“Gerard, go eat your food,” Frank said, shooing Gerard off away from the t.v. When he got Gerard to sit down, he went back to the t.v screen to find him and Gerard’s pictures on the screen.
“If you find either Frank or Gerard, please report to local authorities. This is Brendon Urie with NCS news, Newark,” the reporter said, still displaying Frank and Gerard’s pictures on screen.
“Fuck…,” Frank whispered, staring at his and Gerard’s picture. He knew just what he had to do to avoid getting caught by the authorities that are out to get him and Gerard--he had to change their appearances. He knew he’d have to do it at some point, but he never imagined it would be this soon. He turned to Gerard, who went back to staring at the t.v screen.
“L-look, F-frankie! W-we’re on t-t.v!” Gerard smiled, pointing to the screen. “Y-you and m-me on th-the t-t.v!”
“Gee, there’s something we need to do,” Frank said, reaching into his bag for his scissors. “We gotta cut our hair,”
“Wh-why? M-me h-hate h-haircuts!” Gerard whined, holding his long black hair back with his hands.
“I’ll go first, Gee,” Frank said, walking into the bathroom with the scissors. He sighed deeply, knowing that he’ll miss having his styled black hair. He had to sacrifice it for his own good, though. He went to town with the scissors on his hair, cutting off his bangs and extra hair until there was nothing but short hair left on his head. He shook his head looking at his new self in the mirror. He hated how he looked, but knew he had to do it to cover his and Gerard’s asses. He cleaned up his trimmed off hair and flushed it all down the toilet, then walked back to the table where Gerard sat. “Okay, Gee. You’re next,”
“N-no! No h-haircut!” Gerard pouted. “M-me n-no want h-haircut!”
“Come on, Gee. You gotta. I don’t want us to…,” Frank paused, remembering the colored bottles of hair dye he packed with him in his bag. He smiled, looking back at Gerard. “Hey, Gee. What’s your favorite color?”
“R-red! M-me like r-red!”
“Well, Gee...how about if I color your hair red? Would you like that?”
“Okay!” Gerard smiled, running up to Frank as he grabbed the bottle of red hair dye and bleach outta his bag, walking with him to the bathroom.

_ _ _
“All done,” Frank said, his hands stained with red hair dye. Gerard got up and looked at himself in the mirror--his hair was now a bright firetruck red, contrasting against his pale skin. He smiled at his reflection. Frank sighed with relief after convincing him to let himself trim Gerard’s hair a bit. It was not easy for him at all.
“M-me likey!” Gerard said. “M-me g-got red h-hair now!”
“Good, Gee. I’m glad you like it. Your new hair looks way better than mine,” Frank sighed, running a hand through his now short hair. He knew what they had to do now--they had to relocate to a different motel, far from here. “Let’s get packed up. We’re gonna leave,”
“Awwww, b-but I-I wanna g-go swimming!” Gerard whined.
“We will when we get to the next motel, Gee. Come on, let’s get packed up,”
“O-okay,” Gerard said, taking his clothes and putting them in his suitcase. As Frank did the same, he looked back at Gerard, who began to talk some more, but not to Frank. He furrowed his brow. Who was he talking to, he thought to himself. He soon quickly realized why Gerard was, and felt his heart stop. He forgot that he didn’t bring Gerard’s medication, and because of that, Gerard was seeing and hearing things that weren’t there.
“Gee, who are you talking to?” Frank asked out of curiosity. He hoped that whatever hallucination Gerard was having was at least not harmful.
“L-lola. Sh-she says w-we gotta g-get outta h-here b-because the b-boogeyman is c-coming t-to get m-me,” Gerard replied, looking panicked.
“Well, she is right. We do gotta get outta here. Come on, finish packing your bags,” Frank said, already losing his patience. He hurriedly helped Gerard pack his suitcase and walked with him out of their room to the car, packing their bags into the car and getting in after checking out, with Frank driving out of the parking lot and not looking back. He had another long drive ahead of him.

_ _ _
Frank and Gerard arrived at a local motel called the Sunset Inn in Bridgeport, Connecticut at around eleven at night. After checking in, he woke up Gerard and walked with him to their room. Throughout the entire ride, Frank grew a craving to fuck Gerard in the ass again. He and Gerard didn’t fuck yesterday, and the symptoms of Frank’s withdrawal were already starting to eat at him. He had to drug Gerard and fuck him again, Frank thought to himself.
After unpacking their bags and changing Gerard, Frank put Gerard in his black corset and fishnet tights and gave him a glass of apple juice from his bag with two crushed painkillers mixed with it. Gerard drank it all and felt groggy not long after consuming the drink, barely awake as he laid on the bed.
“That’s a good boy,” Frank smiled as he cuffed Gerard to the bed, his body limp. “We’re gonna have some fun, Gee,”
“Are w-we g-gonna p-play again, F-frankie?” Gerard asked groggily.
“Yes, baby. We are. I’m gonna fuck that sweet little ass of yours, and then I’ll suck your popsicle for you. How’s that sound?”
“Th-that sounds f-fun, F-frankie!”
“Good,” Frank smiled, pulling down Gerard’s underpants and diaper, preparing to have his fun playing with the drugged up boy again. He missed it all dearly.

_ _ _
Frank couldn’t stop smiling after he and Gerard fucked. He enjoyed fucking Gerard and sucking his cock, like always. Even Gerard liked it, even though he was intoxicated. It didn’t matter to Frank if he had to get Gerard drugged up to like it, though. Just as long as Gerard didn’t scream, cry, or fight as Frank fucked him was all that mattered. Hearing Gerard moan and whimper under him as he hit his prostate again and again was music to his ears, and it helped him sleep soundly...but not for long.
Frank opened his eyes and looked at the digital clock next to him--it was past three in the morning. He quickly covered his mouth and gagged, the potent scent of defecation filling his nose. He looked over next to him and felt his heart stop when he saw that Gerard was not in bed with him. What’s even worse was what he did find next to him--Gerard’s torn off diaper with feces smeared all over it, as well as on the sheets and the floor leading to the bathroom, with the light on.
“Fuck!” Frank hissed, running out of bed and to the bathroom as he continued to cough and gag. He went in and found Gerard standing naked near the toilet, his body and the walls smeared with fecal matter, with Gerard groggily wandering around and muttering incomprehensible gibberish as he looked up at the ceiling. Frank’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. “Gerard, what the fuck are you--”
“F-frankie,” Gerard said shakily, walking up to him with his own anal excrement all over his hands. “M-me made a m-mess--”
“Get the fuck away from me! Don’t touch me!” Frank spat, backing away from Gerard. He ran past him and to the bathtub, running some warm water from the shower head. He turned back and nearly fell over when he felt Gerard touch the back of his shirt, smearing shit all over it. Frank swung his hand at Gerard, slapping him across the face and not caring that he just got more of Gerard’s defecation all over his hand.
“O-owie!” Gerard yelled, holding his reddening cheek in pain where Frank hit him. “Th-that h-hurt, F-frankie!”
“Do you ever fucking listen, Gerard? I swear to fucking god!” Frank growled, grabbing Gerard’s neck and holding him up against the wall, with Gerard in front of him crying and screaming. “Don’t you ever do that shit to me again, Gerard! Do you understand?”
“F-frankie, l-let g-go of m-me!” Gerard gagged, flailing his arms out in front of Frank, smearing shit on his face. “L-let g-go of m-me, F-frankie! Y-you’re h-hurting m-me--”
“You son of a bitch!” Frank screamed, his hand wrapping tighter around Gerard’s throat and his other one hitting Gerard again and again in the face. He has lost all control and gone into full rage mode, oblivious to what he was doing to the defenseless boy in front of him.
“S-stop h-hitting m-me, F-frankie!” Gerard wailed, his face throbbing in pain from the numerous times Frank hit him as tears ran down from his scared eyes. “I-I want m-my mommy!”
“Get in the fucking shower, Gerard. I’m gonna clean you up,” Frank snapped, grabbing a handful of Gerard’s hair and shoving him towards the shower, just to have Gerard resist.
“N-no! M-me no l-like sh-shower!” Gerard yelled, fighting back as he continued to cry.
“Get the fuck in there!” Frank screamed, shoving Gerard inside, making him slip and fall inside of it, hitting his head. Gerard continued to scream and cry as Frank forcefully scrubbed his body down with soap and a washcloth, fighting and struggling with the agitated boy. After finally cleaning all the fecal matter off Gerard, he dragged him out and dried him off, leaving him still shivering naked as Frank began to clean up the bathroom and wipe the poop off himself with a clean and wet washcloth.
“F-frankie, I’m c-cold!” Gerard shivered, holding the damp towel close to his shaking body.
“Get the fuck outta my face, Gerard. You make me sick,” Frank hissed, making Gerard walk away as he continued to cry and whine loudly. When Gerard left, Frank looked at himself in the mirror, cursing his reflection. He let himself hurt Gerard again, much worse than before. He knew he was becoming a monster. He knew he was one when he started to molest Gerard, but now he’s become a much more vile one for abusing Gerard the way he did. Frank felt his eyes well up with tears and cried, slamming his fist on the mirror in front of him.
“Goddamnit,” Frank said to himself, tears running from his raw eyes. “What the fuck have I become?”
Frank broke down at the sink, his face buried in his hands. He fell to the floor and sat as he continued to weep. How in the hell could he live with himself after all he’s done to Gerard, he thought to himself. How could he ever shake this terrible feeling. He stopped when he realized what he had to to--he had to fuck the pain away. It was the only way he could relieve himself of his pain. He had to embrace the fact that he’s become a monster.
“F-frankie, wh-why are y-you c-crying?” Gerard asked, walking into the room where Frank sat on the floor, still crying. “I-I’m s-sorry for m-making p-poopy, F-frankie--”
“Gerard, come here,” Frank sat up from the floor, walking with Gerard back to the bed. He sat him down and looked in his bag for the painkillers. When he found the bottle, his heart stopped when he realized there were none left. He cursed to himself, throwing the bottle across the room.
“Wh-what’s wrong, F-frankie?” Gerard asked, lying naked on the bed. “Wh-why y-you angry--”
“Gerard...I’m sorry,” Frank said, stripping himself naked and pinning Gerard to the bed, his face planted down in the pillow. The boy under him screamed, kicking and squirming under Frank’s hold.
“L-let m-me g-go, F-frankie!” he screamed as Frank above him covered his mouth to muffle his cries.
“I’m sorry, Gerard...I’m fucking sorry!” Frank said as tears soaked his eyes, beginning to insert himself inside of the defenseless Gerard.

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