If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)

Another week.

Gerard, as much as he tried to relax, felt himself getting tenser and tenser since that flashback he had during his dream. Michael's face, Her face, the blood, everything just curled around in his brain, not allowing the vampire one moment to think.

At least he found some comfort. Frank was keeping him company, kissing him when he needed, cuddling him… everything he did was helping Gerard get better.

He talked to Bob a lot more during that week, sharing the anxiety and doubts that he couldn't share with Frank. Bob only soothed him and told him to focus on other things, although they both knew it was little to impossible for the older man.

And something else was bothering the elder, clearly.

At the beginning of the week Bob caught Gerard tidying the store, and the older man claimed to be bored, and Bob believed him, until he actually started cleaning and helping costumers around, placing new CD's and records along the shelves and dusting the guitars. And he came back every single day!

"Gerard, are you trying to take over my store?" The bearded man asked one day. The elder looked up innocently, seeing Bob standing there with his hands on his hips and raising an eyebrow at his position (which was currently dusting an empty shelf Bob wasn't even using anymore).

"Um… no, just… it's nothing," Gerard gave him a week smile, which the bearded man didn’t buy at all. "Fine…" he sighed, "I simply wanted something to keep myself busy with. Michael is driving me crazy, and all that Jonathan incident, I mean, what if I see him again? And now there's this thing with Frank that I just…"

"What so you mean 'this thing with Frank'? Did something happen?" Bob asked, his eyebrows drawing worry.

"No nothing happened… but it feels odd for me around him, you know? I got too used to humping and dumping random people in my life, and suddenly having someone around constantly, living with me, holding me, especially a guy like Frank, it feels different than pretty much everything I ever had. It's almost like I'm falling for him."

Bob seemed a little thoughtful for a minute, listening carefully like he always did when Gerard was sharing his thoughts (which Gerard appreciated most about the man in all their years of knowing each other).

"Well, you guys kissed," he began.

Gerard nodded.

"And you're feeling protective over him because of Michael."

Gerard nodded again.

"Then maybe it's just that you feel really close to him. You guys didn't have sex, right?"

"No. Well, not yet, at least. We did make out shirtless a few times, that's the furthest we've gone. And I don't know if we're ready for something more."

"And that's okay." Bob walked over to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder, causing Gerard to look up at him, and he gave the elder a small smile. "I'm proud of you man. You actually stopped throwing yourself at everybody around you. I know how big this step was for you, and I'm glad. Really really glad."

Gerard smiled. "Thank you Bob. I couldn't have done it without you though."

They hugged shortly, and then simply stood close to each other.

"Hey, you know what? I suggest you to go home to Frank and rest a little. You need a break," the bearded man said. "And he needs to see your face a little. You've been here for almost the entire week."

Gerard nodded and headed out of the store.

"See you later, Bryar," he called on his way out, "You can hit on me another day!"

"Oh fuck you! I don't need your virgin butt here in my store anyway!"

They both laughed, and Gerard went home quietly.

When he walked in, he was greeted by Frank walking out of the kitchen with a small smile.

"Hey. Been to Bob's store again?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck and looked at him.

"Yeah. I wanted to talk to him a little and help him around."

"As usual," Frank smirked, and instead of replying, Gerard grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss, a smile playing on his lips. Frank moaned quietly and leaned closer to deepen the kiss, which Gerard gladly accepted, tugging Frank to press their chests together, which practically caused the younger man to gasp.

The elder grazed his tongue teasingly over Frank's lower lips before pulling away.

"So did you make any dinner?" he asked. Frank opened his eyes and tried to register Gerard's words, the taste of the older man still dancing on his lips, before nodding slightly.

"Yeah. Well, I mean, if you call a Chinese takeout dinner."

"You're awesome," Gerard smiled and kissed him again. "So are there any interesting movies?"

"I suggest we go check."

"Okay. I'll just go get changed first."

Gerard pecked Frank's lips once more before going to his bedroom and taking his shirt off.

He bent down to tug his pants down, until suddenly sensed eyes on him.

Suspiciously, he looked around, yet saw no one. But then his gaze landed on the window, and he caught the smallest glimpse of a figure.

Gerard rushed over to the small window and peeked outside, seeing nothing, until he heard a sudden voice.

"Looking for someone, honey?" asked the familiar man, and before Gerard even looked at him he felt his own jaw tightening.

He looked at the direction of the voice, coming to meet exactly who he was expecting to see.

"Back for more?" he asked, already irritated. The boy didn’t answer, simply gave him a smirk and walked away.

"Come meet me in the alley. We can talk there," he called cheekily.

And then he was gone.

Gerard was left there, in his bedroom, looking out of the window, incredibly angry, as he considered whether it would be a good idea or not.

"Of course it wouldn't," he muttered under of his breath and turned to leave the room.

The thought of picking his shirt up and wearing it only flashed through his mind, but by then he was already at the front door. There's nothing to hide anyway, he thought. Not from Jonathan, at least. There wasn't an inch of Gerard he hadn't already seen.

or touched…

or tasted.

Gerard shook his head slightly and opened the door.

"Going somewhere?" he heard Frank ask from the kitchen, confusion clear in his voice.

"I'm just going out for a few minutes. I'll be back soon," he called back before getting out and closing the door, not really waiting for a reply.

He didn't mean to be rude to the boy, but the sooner he was done with Jonathan, the better.

He arrived at the alley as quickly as possible, ignoring the cold wind on his bare torso, and stepped into the dimmed light.

He only had to look around once until he spotted the other man, walking over to him with that old smirk that once turned him on but now he just hated it beyond belief.

"Hello Gerard. Beautiful as always, I see," Jonathan said as he stood in front of him, both of them in the middle of the half dark alley they knew from old times.

Gerard was suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with being shirtless, and the fact the other man noticed wasn't helping at all.

"And you even spared me the work of stripping you myself. How nice of you," he said, scooting a little closer, which caused Gerard to take a step back. He tried his best not to tear his gaze from the younger man, knowing it would show some of the thoughts he definitely didn’t want Jonathan to know about.

"There's nothing you haven't already seen," Gerard replied quietly, his expression cold and his teeth gritted. No, he wouldn't let the other man know that he was anxious. Never.

"Too damn right. And you haven't changed a bit," Jonathan smirked, leaning on the wall beside him and crossing his arms. "Too bad that little kid is getting to touch you now."

His eyes raked over Gerard's body, taking in every feature and everything he would want to ravage later. The older man's skin was something he remembered all too well. The sensations, the sounds, the heat, he remembered it all, and Gerard did, too. He knew Gerard did too.

"What's the little twink's name, anyway?" he broke the silence, his face now casual.

"Frank. And whether he gets to touch me or not isn't any of your goddamn business," Gerard spat, keeping his tone quiet.

"Oh yeah, I bet he does whatever you tell him to. He looks like that kind of guy," Jonathan was smirking again. "Say, does he moan as loud as you do in bed? Because in that case, I would very much like to meet him someday."

Gerard was clenching his hands at his sides to keep himself from pouncing on the other man right there and then. No, he wouldn't break again. Not even if Jonathan's words were a living hell.

"You're not getting anywhere near Frank, and you're definitely not laying a hand on his body," Gerard said, this time genuinely intimidating.

"Oh wow, look who suddenly got so protective. Is he really that good? You don't own the kid, Gerard. Won't kill you to share!"

This time, Gerard stepped closer and beckoned Jonathan into the wall.

"Jonathan, this is the last time I'm gonna say this: stay away from him, don’t speak to him, don’t hurt him, don't try to kidnap him and don’t try to use him for your needs! Frank might be a human but he isn't your damn tool! I hate you fucking around with me but I'm certainly not going to let you get to Frank. Not you, and not the mafia! I'll save him from your shit as long as I'm standing on my feet!"

"This could be changed," Jonathan said quietly, and then suddenly, his hands were grabbing Gerard by the arms, turning the two over and pinning Gerard against the wall.

"No, Jona-" the older man tried to say, but was cut off by a pair of lips on his own. The other was kissing him hard and holding his body in place like only he knew how to do.

Jonathan might not seem so strong from the outside, but he had a lot of power over Gerard, not just physically. And the older man knew him long enough to know that fact.

That didn’t stop him from squirming and struggling against the younger's hold. He tried turning his head away only to have his neck bitten harshly, causing him to cry out, and a strong hand pulling his face back in.

"Mph, mmh. No!" he gasped between forced kisses, and finally managed to get his hands on Jonathan's chest and push him away.

Jonathan stumbled a few steps backwards, trying to get back to Gerard, but the older man was already running away towards his house. He knew it wouldn't be the safest place to go to, and Frank was there, but he had nowhere else to go right now, because Bob already closed his store by now.

xoxoxoxo

Jonathan was not giving up. He chased Gerard down the street, knowing the elder was a faster runner. But he would get him. He always did eventually.

Gerard took the sharp turn and sped the rest of the way towards his house.

Once he steps in, he decided, he is locking the door and hiding inside, and with some (lots of) luck, he would be able to convince Frank that nothing happened, and that he was just talking to Bob or something. He would have a chance to think of an excuse later.

Right now, he needed to get away from his chaser. The damned chaser he so desperately wished not to have to see again for the rest of his life.

And currently, it was hard to guarantee anything to himself, as the irritating man was hot on his tale.

He didn't dare to look back. It wouldn't be a good idea, and he already had one bad idea too much today. He definitely didn't need another one.

Finally, he was seeing his house, after the endless run, and just as he grasped the door handle between his fingers, a strong hand was tugging him back.

Out of instinct, he made a surprised sound (a rather loud one). Jonathan shoved him up against the brick wall and kissed his neck powerfully.

Gerard whined in discomfort and struggled out of the other man's touch, but to no avail. Jonathan was holding him hard as his lips licked thick stripes up Gerard's pale neck, but the younger could see the small marks that his new "lover" left behind in earlier encounters. The red hickeys and slight nip marks were faded and barely recognizable, but Jonathan knew them all too well to miss what it was.

"Oh Gerard, always so naughty. He must be giving you so little attention if that's all I can see here. I can change that though. I bet you miss it baby," the younger smirked and bit down on Gerard's collarbone, and the older man gasped in surprise.

"J-Jonathan, n-no," he gritted out and tried to grasp the man's hair and pull him away.

That's when the front door of his house slammed open, and a VERY shocked Frank was revealed in the doorstep, freezing immediately at the sight of Gerard, pressed up against the wall, with someone else clinging to him, their face in the older man's neck and Gerard's fingers in their hair.

Gerard noticed Frank almost right away, and with some force he finally threw Jonathan away from him, and just as the man was about to lean back in, he saw Frank and his smirk widened.

"Oh, hello. I was just tasting your boyfriend. Sorry for the little mess I left. I'm sure you can fix it though," he said cheekily and licked his lips before looking back at Gerard. "Still sweet as sugar, baby. We should do it more often."

"You're the guy from the restaurant!" Frank exclaimed, now back to his senses, anger more than clear on his face.

"Yeah, you could say that. Although I would recommend that other restaurant down there," he pointed at Gerard's crotch, "They have the best meals ever," he gave Gerard a wink.

"What the fuck?" Frank exclaimed, averting his gaze so he was looking at the older man.

"Gerard, what the hell is going on?"

"Frank, no, I can explain, I-" the elder began.

"First we see him in the restaurant, you beat him up, and now you're going to meet with him, SHIRTLESS, and hook up with him outside the fucking house! What could you possibly want to say to me?"

"That it's not what it looks like! Look, he's got nothing to do with me right now, okay? We weren't hooking up, and I wasn't enjoying this. I was-"

"You were WHAT, Gerard? Because from the sounds I heard you making before it didn't really sound like you suffered too much!"

"Frank please, I'm not lying to you. This guy was forcing himself upon me. Please believe me!" he pleaded.

"Well to be honest, I don’t see a reason why he SHOULD believe you," Jonathan suddenly blurted out. He looked over at Frank, at the boy's flush face, shivering with anger, and he gave him an innocent look. "That bad boy over there was moaning like a whore before you came. I wouldn't rush to trust him if I were you, sugar."

He shook his head in disapproval, and was surprised as Gerard's hand suddenly painfully collided with his face in a loud slap.

"HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!" he screamed. "YOU BASTARD! I DIDN'T ENJOY SHIT FROM WHAT YOU JUST DID TO ME, AND I DEFINITELY DON'T WANT TO EVER-"

"Gerard, shut up!" Frank interrupted again. The man silenced and looked at him with pleading eyes, all the anger vanishing and shifting into sadness.

And before anyone could react, Frank was running away in the other direction.

"No, not again, please, come back!" Gerard called and tried to chase after him.

That was before a pair of arms was wrapped around him, a warm body beckoning him into the house, rough lips crashing onto his once again as Jonathan closed the door behind them, smashing Gerard against it and pinning the man's wrists above his head as he kissed him harder.

xoxoxoxo

Frank ran across the street, tears streaming down his red face. He thought it wouldn’t happen again, that the stranger boy wouldn't cause Gerard and him to fight again.

But again, he couldn't get the image of Gerard pinned to the brick wall by the man, his hands in the other's hair, tugging with… what? Pleasure? Fear? Desperation? Struggle?

Frank didn't know. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to know.

Eventually the trails led him to the dark alley, the one he recognized too well.

He allowed himself to slow down, now simply walking under the dimmed light of the alley with his hands in his jeans pockets, the only sound being his sniffles and quiet raindrops from the high roofs.

His gaze was stuck on the ground. He couldn't cry. Why would he cry?

Oh right, he was hurt. By Gerard. Again. And that boy. Who was he, anyway? Gerard's boyfriend? Ex-boyfriend? Lover?

The thought of Gerard having a secret lover, or a boyfriend of any kind, only made Frank more hurt and angry, so he pushed away the thoughts as best as he could.

He suddenly heard a muffled noise behind him, something that sounded like footsteps.

He froze. Last time he heard footsteps in this alley it didn't end well at all.

Yet, he turned his head around in suspicion and curiosity.

"Gerar-"

He was cut off by a hand on his mouth, the other one pinning his arm behind his back, and a harsh voice whispering in his ear: "Shut the fuck up, or you won't get to see dawn, filthy human."

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