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

Michael shoved Frank against the brick wall like he had done the first night they met. Frank felt the sharp sting on his cheek and eye as the other man pressed his face against the hard material and whimpered. Michael only growled in response.

"So, isn't that the little human? I remember you very well," Michael said, his hand still on the back of Frank's head and the other one holding the smaller's arm behind his back.

Frank shivered with fear but said nothing, at least until he felt the older man's breath on his skin, too close for his liking.

"You still smell the same," the cold voice whispered in his ear. "I bet you still have that amazing taste."

Frank cried out in panic. No. Please don't make him go through that pain again. This would be the kind of sensation he won't be able to handle again.

"Stop shaking," Michael hissed in his ear. "I'm not going to bite you. Not for now, at least. I need to talk to you first."

He pulled away slightly, still holding Frank in place.

"So, you're Frank, right?" He asked. Something changed in his tone. It was calmer, and honestly, it only freaked Frank out more.

The younger man was too scared to answer, and Michael was losing his patience very fast.
"I asked you a fucking question! Answer it!" He screamed.

"Y-yes! I'm Frank!" The younger cried out.

"Good," Michael replied simply. "Now, how much do you know about me?"

"N-not much. Just that you're G-Gerard's brother, and you have power."

"Yes. And I'm assuming Gerard didn't tell you about the mafia?"

Frank wasn't sure whether he should find comfort in Michael's now-calmer tone, because his words were scary enough.

"What m-mafia?" He asked brokenly.

Michael sighed quietly and shook his head, not losing his grip on the boy.

"Of course he wouldn't," he muttered under his breath. "Well," he said, louder, "How about you help me out with something?"

Frank didn't reply.

"I thought so," Michael said, and suddenly he was throwing Frank down on the pavement.

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Jonathan was throwing Gerard down on the bed.

The elder had struggled him all the way into his bedroom, but the other man was too strong for him to handle.

"J-Jonathan! Please! No!" He begged as he pushed the other away, but Jonathan ignored him and forced his legs apart.

It had been a long time since they were both lying there, on this bed, together. They both remembered it very clearly, and that fact made Gerard shiver with fear, because he knew exactly what Jonathan could do to him on this bed.

"Now Now Gerard, you don't have to fight so much. Just relax a little. It'll be fun," Jonathan smirked as he pressed his chest to Gerard's, now positioned between the older man's legs, rubbing his thighs.

"N-no, please, d-don't. I don't want to have sex," Gerard cried, eyes squeezed shut. He didn't dare to open them, although the tears didn't mind, they still poured down his cheeks like a river.

"Oh, Gerard," Jonathan cooed with a fake pout, as he used his thumbs to wipe the tears away, "it's not nice to see you cry, baby. I just want you to feel good. I bet I can do better than that little bitch can," he smirked as he wrapped Gerard's legs around his waist.

Gerard whimpered and tried to wriggle away from underneath the other man, but Jonathan wasn't giving up. He quickly took his belt off and tied it around Gerard's wrists, pinning his hands to the headboard.

"Now, that will do," Jonathan smiled. Gerard finally opened his eyes and glared up at him with glassy eyes.

"I fucking hate you," he spat, but instead of anger, his voice showed weakness.

Jonathan knew this weakness was saved for him only.

"Watch your mouth honey. You know you're gonna love it once I find your special spot. You've always enjoyed a good tease," the man on top licked his lips as he reached for his own jeans.

All Gerard could do was whimper.

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Frank felt the first wave of pain, along with the thud that Michael's foot left as it made contact with his stomach.

"And I also assume he didn't tell you about that night, didn't he?" The older man asked coldly.

"W-what night?" Frank asked, clutching his stomach.

Michael chuckled. "No, he probably didn't."

The next kick hit Frank's ribs.

"And I mean, why would he? He fucked up. Badly. You have no idea."

"Wha..."

The boy was cut off by a sharp kick to his side. He bit down on his lip, closing his eyes and wishing Gerard would just be there, show up and save him from his brother, who was currently beating him to the bone.

And that got him thinking, where WAS Gerard?

Last time he saw the man, he was making out with that guy Frank still didn't recognize, getting his neck eaten up.

But was he really enjoying it? The boy didn't know. Did he want to find out? Maybe. Could he find out at the moment? No.

He didn't even know if Gerard was still with that man. Were they hooking up? Did Gerard push him away after Frank left? Did he even bother chasing after him? He would've found him by this point if he did. Shit, Gerard must have been worried. The younger man just knew it.

Frank was mad at him back there. But why was he so mad? Gerard was trying to speak to him, probably tell him what really happened. Yet Frank was too stupid to listen and just ran away like he did with every lover since he could remember himself.

But this wasn't just "any lover", right? This was Gerard, the vampire that saved his life but also got him in a hell lot of trouble.

Not that Frank actually realized how much trouble the older man actually got him into, and at this point it didn't matter, because the kicks kept coming, bruising his torso through his shirt.

"Gerard, where are you?" He barely whispered in a broken voice.

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Bob was heading back home after he locked up the store.

During his walk to his apartment, he couldn't stop thinking about Gerard. It's been a long while since he saw the man this nervous and terrified.

It was also a long while since Gerard had someone to take care of. And it was no surprise, because Bob could remember his best friend's last lover. Yeah, he could remember the man like a burn on his skin, and so did Gerard.

And the fact the older man had seen him in that restaurant only made it worse, because they both knew all too well that if Jonathan showed up once, he will show up many times in the future.

Just as Bob thought about the dreaded man's image, he felt the familiar sting of vampire recognition at the back of his head.

He often felt it when Gerard was nearby, because well... they spent a lot of time together, and Bob could sense the man very well when he was close, but this time it was different. He knew the feeling, but couldn't quite place who it was.

And it was strong. Like there were two new vampires around, not just one.

It took Bob barely a minute to work out who they were. Just as he did, he turned around sharply with one thought on his mind.

"Gerard."

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Gerard was screaming.

He knew it wouldn't be too helpful, since no one would listen closely enough to hear him, and it wasn't really the "active" hour of Jersey, but that was all his brain was capable of doing - making him scream.

He was sure this was the hardest he'd cried in the past few weeks. Because now he had a reason to cry more.

He was helpless. Helpless, hopeless, scared, ashamed, guilty, worried, used, self conscious, exposed and pained.

Jonathan hadn't even entered him yet. But the thought of having the man inside him once again hurt him and made him shake just as much. He felt like a slut again. He felt as useless as all his one-night-stands in the past three years.

And the look on Jonathan's face made him feel even worse. It made it so much worse because the man wasn't looking for sexual pleasure. He just wanted to see Gerard bleed.

"Here it comes baby," he whispered and began pushing in. Gerard bit hard on his lower lip to stop himself from crying out as loud as he could. Jonathan broke him, but not completely. He could take it, just because he had hope.

That hope was mostly Frank. He was worried for the smaller man. What if something happened to him? What if he got robbed or hurt?

This was New Jersey, after all, not some safe heaven. Frank could be lying in some dark corner right now, bleeding to death, helpless and suffering, and Gerard wasn't there to protect him like he promised.

Oh no, he couldn't be breaking his promise again!

NO!

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It wasn't far from the truth. Frank was lying on the cold pavements, getting beaten up by the sadistic brother, spitting blood and feeling his whole body throbbing and pulsing.

"What's the matter Frank? Afraid of dying? Or just being in pain?" Michael asked in a dangerous tone. Frank didn't look up at him. He couldn't. That man was too much for him.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you tonight. I'm just leaving Gerard a message. I want to show him what I can and will do to him. I am going to hurt him, make him see and feel exactly what I was seeing and feeling. That son of a bitch is going to pay, and you're the check. Nothing more. But until he learns the lesson, he's going to have to see it on YOUR body."

The next kick was stronger than the other ones, and it made Frank scream out and try to hold his already bleeding stomach and prevent himself from getting even more hurt.

Not that it mattered to Michael. He needed Gerard to see, and if it included damaging Frank, he would do it, as hard as necessary (or maybe a little harder than necessary...)

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Bob ran down the street, following the trails he knew would lead him to Gerard's house.

He wasn't even sure what he will find there, he just knew he had to get there fast.

Because the closer he got to the alley and Gerard's apartment, the stronger the feeling of other vampires became, and he only became more and more worried.

He was just passing the alley, when he heard the cracked scream.

He recognizes this voice. It was Frank Iero!

What was he doing there in the alley? Bob didn't even bother thinking about the answer, just turned and ran into the dimmed light of the alley, right on time to find a person he hasn't seen in a long, long time, and Frank, who was sprawled out on the floor, bleeding, barely conscious, all worn out and dirty.

"MICHAEL!" Bob screamed, both to get the older man's attention, and to show how angry he was at the situation.

Michael looked up with a smirk of hatred.

"Bob! Oh, how good to see you again. I was just leaving our old friend a small present, a tiny hint of what is going to happen to HIM in a while."

Bob was furious. He did his best to hold himself back. Michael wanted him to pounce at the opportunity, he wanted Bob to be unprepared, so the bearded man didn't move.

"Get away from Frank now! The boy did nothing bad to you! Just look at him, you asshole!"

"I was actually just about to leave. It's late, you know. You better get inside, or you'll get attacked by... oh, I don't know... VAMPIRES? Right, Frank?"

He looked down at Frank, who whimpered in pain and misery.

Michael suddenly spread his wings and flew away, into the night sky.

Bob didn't chase after him. He knew he had better things to do right now.

So he ran over to Frank, kneeling beside him.

"Frank?" He shook him carefully. "Frank, can you walk?"

"I-I don't think so," the boy stuttered out.

"Okay. Don't worry. I'll get you home now."

"But w-what about Gerard?" He whispered, tears still rolling down his red cheeks from his swollen bruised eyes.

"I don't know. He's probably there. I say we go find out."

He didn't wait for Frank to reply. He picked the man up and swung him over his shoulders as he sped up all the way to Gerard's house.

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When they reached the front door, Bob quickly helped Frank stand on his own, then nearly tore the door open and ran inside.

Even when they were still a few blocks from Gerard's flat, they could hear the muffled screams and cries of pain, which Bob recognized better than anything else.

Frank limped behind him into the house, leaning against the wall and struggling to hold himself on his feet, but when he heard the gasp that left Bob's mouth as the bearded man walked into the bedroom his head snapped up, and he did his best to get there.

Bob felt sick and sorry for what he witnessed there, on his best friend's bed.

He watched with horror as Gerard laid there, crying, sweating, all naked, suffering and screaming noises of pain, while the man Bob loathed beyond belief fucked him into the mattress merciless.

And what was that? Blood?! Gerard was BLEEDING!

Bob, angry and red, ran over there and practically ripped Jonathan from the man below him.
He threw the younger on the floor, causing a loud thud to echo through the room.

And Gerard, in his broken state, managed to glance up and catch sight of his best friend hitting Jonathan, and suddenly he found his hope.

Both Gerard, and Frank who made it to the bedroom, watched as Bob dragged Jonathan out of the house, struggling with the man and pushing him away from the room, where he could no longer hurt Gerard (for now, at least).

Gerard let out the smallest sigh, and let his head fall back on the pillow as he tried to erase the feeling of dirt and shame from his body.

His thoughts were cut off by Frank gasping.

"Oh god, G-Gerard," he whimpered. Gerard looked up at him, surprised.

"Frank! What happened to you?!"

He got up quickly, using the sweat on his hands to slide them out of the belt that tied him down and almost making it to a sitting position until the sharp pain attacked his lower back and he cried out.

"Oh, Gerard," Frank said sadly and limped over to the other man on the bed. He fell heavily to his chest, and the two started crying.

"Oh god Frank, who did this to you? What happened?" Gerard asked between sobs as he stroked the boy's hair shakily.

"I-I..." Frank sniffled and pressed himself harder against the other man's chest. "After I ran away, I met Michael and..."

"MICHAEL?!" Gerard's eyes nearly popped out of his head in surprise, and Frank could feel the elder's arms tightening around his small frame.

"Yeah, I... it's..."

"Guys?" Bob's voice suddenly came from the doorstep. They looked up at him, still holding each other close. "You have a lot of explanations to make," the bearded said and shook his head slowly. "You can tell me while I clean both of you up. And Gerard..."

His expression softened when he saw the blood staining the mattress right under Gerard's ass.

"I'll help you put your clothes back on. Frank, take your shirt off. I want to see how much damage was made to the two of you."

"Thank you Bob," Gerard said quietly.

"Thank you Bob," Frank repeated. The bearded man nodded understandingly and went to bring some of the creams and lotions and bandages he told Gerard to keep in his cabinet (and luckily for all of them, he did).

And the two told Bob exactly what happened, from when Gerard came back from the store, to the moment Bob and Frank stepped back into the apartment.

Bob listened closely while he patched them up, being careful on every inch of their bodies, and when he was done he ordered them to go to sleep, claiming they needed a lot of rest after what they've gone through.

And thanks to each other, they fell asleep in a matter of minutes, managing to suppress the memories of what they just experienced about an hour ago.

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Because it was always about the other. Frank made Gerard forget, and Gerard made the younger forget.

When they were in each other's arms, they weren't the messed up guys in their 20's, experts in failed loves and one-night-stands, with shitty ex-boyfriends, barely any friends or family, education or degree, Gerard didn't just get raped and Frank wasn't beaten up.

They were simply them. Frank Anthony Iero Junior and Gerard Arthur Way.

Nothing more, nothing less. It was all they ever were and all they could ever be.

They were almost perfect.

Notes

Thanks for reading xoxo<3

[June 7th, 2017]