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

Gerard's limp disappeared pretty quickly. After several days of Bob's close watch, he could stand on his own and walk around freely, with only a dull ache in his lower back.

Of course he was still traumatized. With every step he made, every time he closed his eyes, Jonathan would appear in his mind, and he'd wince with fear and misery. It was a common thing for Bob to come check on him and Frank in the morning and find the older man crying in his sleep, sometimes murmuring a "stay away" or "no, please, please".

He felt bad for his friend, yet the best he could do was take care of him and talk to him about it when he needed.

But generally, Gerard seemed to be getting better.

xoxoxoxo

Frank, on the other hand, wasn't so calm. His bruises just barely started to fade, he was still falling down when he tried walking on his own. Even after all the painkillers and liniments Bob gave him, nothing seemed to do the job, and he was left wincing and crying out whenever something as much as brushed over his wounds.

He was still seeing Michael in his dreams, hearing his voice in the dark, and he would always let out a frightened noise and cling to Gerard, who wrapped his arms around the younger man, kissing his head and whispering soothing words until Frank was back asleep.

They were both amazed to see how each and every time, their joy and safety laid on the other's shoulders. They stayed strong for each other, they kissed and hugged and talked and held one another whenever the other needed it, and even when he didn't need it.

They trusted each other, Gerard liked and cared for Frank more than he ever did with any of his other partners in the past, and Frank liked and cared for the older man more than he did with all his ex-boyfriends in the past.

It was the closest thing Frank ever had to real love, and the closest Gerard had to complete trust.

xoxoxoxo

"Gerard, Frank and I are going out to get some groceries. I need to get him out of the house a little," Bob said as he peeked into the bedroom, where Gerard was reading one of his many books, as he always did on Friday evening. "You'll be okay, right?"

"What? Um, yes, yes, I'll be fine. Don't worry." Gerard gave a small smile, and Bob nodded before leaving the room.

The elder heard steps from the kitchen, and then the front door, along with the two familiar voices of his best friend and the young man. Frank's gentle tone as he talked brought a smile to Gerard's face. He went back to his book with the image of the boy on his mind, curling a little further under the warm blanket that was wrapped around his boxers and shirt covered figure.

xoxoxoxo

At some point he fell asleep. Frank and Bob still weren't back, and Gerard felt a little exhausted, so he allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off into the comforting darkness of unconsciousness.

It was calm and quiet. For once he got to actually relax, not thinking about the dreaded man that attacked him about a week earlier, or his brother, or his parents, or Her. Or anything really.

It felt nice, being sprawled out on the bed, breathing evenly and slowly, sensing the silence of the house, the same silence he hadn't sensed in a long, long time.

And there, in his sleepy foggy mode, he could hear the front door opening and closing gently, the calm steps that crossed the corridor and entered the bedroom, and the body that hovered above him on the bed, planting slow kisses along his neck and face, and he smiled.

"Mmh, yes," he murmured, relaxing under the familiar lips he felt on him many times before...

...Although there was something a little off about them. They didn't feel as soft as usual. Strange.

He pushed that thought aside when the kisses trailed up from his collarbone to his jaw, and onto his lips. The steady motion against his mouth was definitely familiar enough for him to fall back into safety, and he kissed back passionately, still too blurred out to actually care when he felt a warm tongue slipping into his mouth, and moaned sensually.

Two gentle hands slowly slipped under the hem of his shirt, rubbing his sides and squeezing his hips. Gerard tilted his head back as he melted under the touch he knew so well. The younger always loved feeling him when they were alone.

The pair of lips left his, making him whimper silently, and moved to his exposed neck.

The older man leaned his head further into the pillow, twisting the sheets in his fingers as the lips traced his skin, finding that spot under his jaw that he loved the most, sucking on it slowly.

He was a bit surprised that Frank found that spot so quickly, since the number of people who knew about it and what it did to Gerard's body was very small, and yet the boy seemed to know exactly where it was on instant.

But it didn't matter to Gerard, because the younger man above him caught the patch of skin in between his teeth and bit it, causing the elder to release a cry of need and buck up to meet the other's hips in the friction he was chasing.

"Oh god, Frank," he moaned.

The younger slid his hands from Gerard's hips to his wrists, slowly taking them and pinning them above Gerard's head. The pair of lips kissed up to his ear, and a soft voice whispered: "already mistaking me for someone else, huh sugar?"

Gerard's breath hitched with surprise. His eyes shot open, and his smile faded all at once when he heard the familiar voice, that apparently did NOT belong to Frank at all.

"Jonathan!" He squeaked in fear, now wriggling on the bed, trying to get the other man to let go of him. Not that the younger ever did.

"Wow, wow, relax honey. Don't want you to hit something and bruise your pretty body," Jonathan cooed and tried to restrain the man below him, who fought like a trapped animal about to be eaten alive.

"No! Let go of me! No!" Gerard exclaimed, tears forming in his eyes. He was terrified, and it was almost amusing for the younger man how much fear he could cause him and his confident personality.

But he stayed focused on keeping Gerard down, which wasn't so hard, since the older man began to realize that he had no where to go, that he was helpless.

Jonathan had the upper hand, he always did. Gerard could fight and struggle all he wanted, it wasn't going to help.

And with that, he slowly relaxed under the other man, still panting and crying, but no longer trying to push and kick.

He went limp.

"Now, that's better," Jonathan smirked at how submissive Gerard always became when he was with him on the bed, whether he wanted it or not, whether he enjoyed it or suffered.

The older man whimpered when Jonathan moved a hand down his chest, and gasped when it reached his boxers and cupped his dick harshly through the fabric.

"Listen baby, I don't want sex, okay? Not today," the younger began. "I just wanted to say hi. I'm assuming your limp is getting better by now."

Gerard only glared at him.

"Yeah, it probably is," Jonathan continued, ignoring the looks he was receiving, "I was right about one thing though; little Frankie isn't giving you enough attention. Fuck, you were so desperate once I started kissing you. You're dying to get some action."

Gerard shifted slightly in discomfort, his gaze leaving Jonathan's, as he tried to hide the erection he got earlier. Jonathan chuckled.

"Yeah, no one can treat you the way I did. Every day, remember? Every day we would have sex. I always had time for you, you were my little bitch. You still are. Every time we came back home I would lay you down on this bed, make love to you all night long, hard and rough, slow and passionate, on your back, on your stomach... You always wanted it, you were always desperate for me.

"I never wanted you to-"

"Yes you did!" Jonathan spat in his face, now getting upset. "Gosh Gerard, stop denying it! I can still hear you moan my name, you still love my hands all over you."

Gerard gulped worriedly.

"You need me, little slut!" The man above him continued, "I was the only one who could always give you what you wanted. I was the only one who could press all the right buttons! I made you scream through your orgasms because you loved them so much. I made you cry with ecstasy and beg me to keep going or you would fall to pieces. I was the one who turned you into a moaning mess in barely two minutes of fucking. I wasn't your first but baby I would be your last."

Jonathan leaned closer to his face, gripping him hard and looking him dead in the eye.

"That's only because I know you, Gerard, I know you too well. I know you better than you do yourself or ever did."

Gerard was sobbing again, silent tears pouring down his flush face. Jonathan had truth in every word he said. His history with Gerard was long enough for him to be right.

And it didn't help his guilt when the other man kept talking.

"You know, you might really like your relationship with Frank, yet it could never work like what we had between us. For one simple reason," he said bitterly, and leaned down so his breath was hitting Gerard's ear, making the older man shake. "You're a great top, Gerard," he said, his lips scraping the elder's skin, and Gerard just knew what he was going to say. Jonathan squeezed his crotch again as he spoke the few words the man below him really didn't want to hear: "but you'll always be my bottom."

xoxoxoxo

Gerard was left shaking on the bed. After Jonathan's painful words, the man got up from Gerard and walked out of the house. There wasn't anything else that needed to be said, and so the silence remained, stinging in the older man's face and making him shudder.

This was what Jonathan wanted, Gerard knew. He wanted to visit the elder so he could prove to him how much power he actually had over him.

And it brought Gerard so much shame. Jonathan was a bastard, Jonathan raped him, hurt him, scarred him. Hell, what DIDN'T he do?

And Gerard? Gerard let him. He let him because he was too weak and desperate (not that he would ever let the other man know).

The fact Jonathan meant what he was saying when he said it only put more weight on Gerard's heavy shoulders. He just curled up in his blankets once the house was empty, facing the wall, and allowed himself to break down with fresh tears that he kept inside, just until the younger man stepped out of the front door.

Why did he always have to break like this? He only fought back for a few minutes, and then simply gave up, because he realized that Jonathan had won. This time he was lucky enough that the other man didn't want sex.

But what would've happened if he did? Would Gerard even be able to push him away in time before he entered him again?

The older man shook his head in pain and self-guilt. No. Of course he wouldn't. Those daggers were inside his back for years now. He couldn't get them out no matter how hard he tried. He just couldn't.

"You'll always be my bottom."

The words he would carry with him to his grave. Who knew five words could break a man so much?

Because, they're only words; only letters people put together to form something knew and use it in a sentence. Words aren't meant to be painful. They shouldn't be.

Yet they led Gerard to where he was now, sobbing into his pillow and starting to figure out just how lost he was.

The reason was, no matter how much encouragement he received from Bob telling him that he was strong, this was a fight Gerard simply could not win. He couldn't beat Jonathan and his actions, he could not overpower his brother, and he could not protect Frank until the end of time. It was a fact.

He sniffled quietly. He could try, at least. He could try as long as he had the chance to...

Suddenly the front door opened again. He tensed up at the sound, followed by footsteps, followed by the feeling of someone looking at him from the door frame, and he quickly wiped his tears away with the back of his pale hand.

"Gerard?" A familiar voice asked quietly. This time it wasn't Jonathan, and the older man allowed himself to look over his shoulder and see Frank standing there, with two bags in his hands, probably filled with the groceries he went to buy earlier.

"F-Frank?" He asked shakily.

"Yes. What happened? Are you alright?" The younger man asked softly.

"W-where's B-Bob?"

"He went to see Livvie in her apartment because she needed help with something. Why are you crying?"

Gerard didn't reply. He got up from the bed and slowly walked over to the small figure, cupping the boy's face and staring into his confused eyes.

And then he kissed him.

The younger was a little surprised and shocked at the action, but that didn't stop him from putting the groceries down and kiss back as he wrapped his arms around the older man's waist to bring him closer.

Gerard ran his hands through Frank's hair, tugging gently, and Frank moaned into his mouth.

They kissed silently, roaming each other's bodies, until the elder reached down and signaled Frank to wrap his legs around his waist, which the boy happily did.

Gerard began walking calmly towards the bed, and they both fell to the mattress, Frank wincing quietly at the pain that shot through his torso.

"Are you oka-" Gerard pulled away to ask, but was cut off by two hands grabbing the back of his head and a pair of lips smashing onto his own, so he shut up.

They rolled their tongues together slowly. Gerard recognized this tongue, the way it moved inside his mouth, but this time he knew who it was, he knew he wanted this.

He caught the younger's lower lip in his mouth and tugged on it needily, drawing a contented groan from the man below him.

He then felt two hands sliding down his sides, and fingers holding the hem of his shirt, and he only hesitated for one second before coming back to his senses and taking it off.

This was Frank, Gerard knew, not Jonathan. He would undress for Frank and let him touch him, because Frank wouldn't use him like the other man did. Never.

More than that, he had more trust in Frank than he ever did with Jonathan. He was always aware the man was dangerous, and never gave all of him completely.

But with Frank he was willing to try, and when the boy tugged his own shirt off and reached to grab Gerard's ass with his hands, the elder simply moaned and leaned his head back.

"Fuck," Frank breathed out and leaned up to kiss along his neck. The other man groaned as he propped himself on his elbows.

It didn't feel like Jonathan. It felt different. It felt like Frank, and he fucking loved it.

Not really thinking at this point, especially after Frank began nipping at the side of his neck, Gerard rolled his hips down to meet the younger's covered crotch. He moaned as he felt the other man's erection pressing up to his, and decided he wanted to show Frank how much he cared for him in a way he never did before.

The elder brought the other's lips back to his, kissing him softly, causing Frank to moan in delight, and from there he slowly trailed his lips down the younger's neck, to his collarbone, and his chest.

Frank relaxed under the touch, the feeling of Gerard's lips on his skin so familiar and welcomed, he didn't care about anything. He just wanted more.

The older man kissed down to the point where his lower lip scraped the waistband of Frank's jeans. He began fumbling with his belt until he managed to get it off, and carefully tugged it down the boy's thighs, to his ankles, and from there the younger kicked them off, leaving both men in only their boxers, almost fully exposed for the other to see.

Gerard kissed up slowly from Frank's knee to his hip, along with his hands that danced up the partly tanned thighs, until he was hooking his fingers on the younger's boxers.

He slowly looked up to get Frank's final consent. As a reply, the boy tangled his fingers in the vampire's hair, groaning softly.

That was all Gerard needed.

With a lot of patience, he pulled Frank's boxers down, steadily exposing more and more skin.
And what he revealed as the last piece of fabric was gone, as he kneeled between Frank's open legs, hovering above the younger's shaking form, was better then any tattoo Frank gathered on his skin, any perfection and imperfection he had.

Because it was the most private part of his body, the most protected one, the part Gerard wanted to see more than everything.

So without thinking twice, encouraged by the gasp the younger man made, he trapped the tip of Frank's member between his pink lips and sucked on it with everything he had.

"Oh my god, yes!" The man below him nearly screamed at the feeling of relief and pleasure that washed through him. This was the contact he never got from Gerard before, and now was desperate for, as he finally had his hard leaking dick in the other's mouth, and the elder steadily took it in further, until it hit the back of his throat, yet he continued all the way to his balls.
"Fuck," Frank panted, his hands close to tearing the bed sheets with how hard he was gripping them.

Gerard closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax as he began moving up and down, using all his years of practice to be able to give Frank as much pleasure as he could.

He knew to keep his teeth away, he used just the right amount if saliva, pressed his tongue to every inch of Frank to find out which spots he liked better, he knew how everyone loved it when his hair was tingling their lower stomach as he moved. Yes, Gerard was definitely experienced enough to know all those things, how to use them.

If there was one thing he was good at, it was blowjobs.

And what made it so much better, was the person he took into his mouth. It was the person he wanted to pleasure so bad. He was craving the ability to give Frank this kind of attention, and it helped him erase every thought of Jonathan that might've been there before.

It all disappeared when he was with Frank. The sound of the younger's moans, the heat radiating from his body, the twitches his dick gave every time Gerard licked a sweet spot.

Everything made sense. He loved it more than he loved any other blowjob he gave before in his life.

Because it was more than just pleasure. It was to show Frank how much he meant to Gerard. It was about emotions. The older man's heart was swelling with care, and Frank's cheeks were red with passion.

It was amazing. It caused every muscle in the younger's body to explode just like the nerves in Gerard's brain.

"Oh god. God Gerard, yes. Yes!" Frank cried out, melting into the high Gerard was putting him through.

The elder replied by sucking harder, pressing on all the spots he found along Frank's skin, wanting to break the younger so he could put him back together with his lips.

And that's exactly what he did. He broke Frank, brought him to the absolute limit, setting his soul on fire. And they both loved it so much.

"Gerard... uh, close. Really close," Frank moaned, lacing his hands through the other man's hair.

Gerard pushed the boy's thighs further apart and slid his wet lips back up to the head of Frank's member, massaging the slit with his tongue, and that's when the younger couldn't hold back anymore.

His hips snapped up a few times, screwing Gerard's already abused throat, before he was cumming down the man's pretty throat, moaning his name and panting as the elder swallowed around him.

He waited for Frank to calm down before slowly pulling off and looking up at him.

Frank looked down to meet the other's gaze as his head was still between the younger's legs, saliva and cum dripping from his lower lip, cheeks pink with heat and dried tears, mouth open in soft panting.

Frank just couldn't take it.

Without a warning, he grabbed Gerard by the arms and knocked him down to the bed as he hovered above him, making the older man gasp in surprise.

"F-Fra-" he tried to ask, but was once again cut off by a pair of lips on his own, kissing him roughly, as a warm hand pulled the blanket over their lower bodies and then reached to take his hard member out of his boxers.

All his doubts disappeared, and he kissed back as Frank's skilled fingers took hold of his member and began pumping quickly, desperate to watch as Gerard fell apart like he did a few minutes ago.

The moans and whines that left the other's mouth were so beautiful. Frank pulled away from the kiss just so he could look at his face while Gerard was squirming and panting underneath him.

"F-Frank. Mmh, uhhhh," Gerard's mouth fell open with a string of noises as his hands gripped Frank's strong shoulders for support.

This was better than the contact he got with any of his one-night-stand partners. None of them touched him like Frank did. It was always fast and messy, filled with lust. But with Frank every moment was perfect, every move had a meaning, and Gerard drowned in the pleasure that ran through his whole body, making him arch and shut his eyes tight.

"Frank. C-close. Gonna cum baby," he whimpered, not noticing the pet name he let out from between his lips. Neither of them cared.

"Uhhhh, do it," Frank groaned and buried his face in the crook of Gerard's neck as he worked him harder, going faster and faster.

Gerard clawed at the younger man's back, pulling him closer as his face scrunched up in a bliss. Jolts of pleasure shot through him as he cried Frank's name.

And with one more stroke of Frank's hand, the elder was screaming and cumming hard into the younger's hand.

"That's it Gerard. You're so beautiful," Frank whispered in his ear as Gerard tried to get back to Earth from the heaven he was in, panting and whimpering at the aftershocks of his orgasm, moaning with happiness as he felt his dick softening in the other's hand.

Once he cracked his eyes open, he realized that he still had his fingers digging into Frank's back, and that his legs were wrapped around the other's waist.

Not that he cared. All he did when Frank pulled his head back a little so he could look into Gerard's eyes was curl his fingers in the boy's hair, bringing him down for a slow, loving, passionate kiss.

"That was the best thing in my life," Frank murmured against the elder's lips, and fell beside him on the bed, his breath now even and quiet, and so was Gerard's.

The older man shifted so they lied facing each other, and tucked a strand of hair behind Frank's ear, giving himself better access to the other's beautiful eyes.

They had a long stare, sharing thoughts and feelings with their gazes only. Because right now, they didn't need words and voices to express the unspoken.

They already knew everything they needed to know, every look, every blink, telling a whole story, exposing a universe.

They always saw the beauty of the other's soul.

Gerard inhaled deeply and pulled Frank's smaller frame to his chest. He breathed in the younger's mesmerizing scent, mixed with the smell of sweat and contentment, melting under the warmth and comfort of his body as he pressed soothing kisses into the dark hair that dangled from Frank's head.

He felt the soft curves of his cheeks nuzzling against his collarbone and sighed happily, as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, rubbing his back slowly.

And then the quiet voice spoke up.

"Can you sing to me?" The younger man asked tiredly.

Gerard frowned at the unexpected request, and looked down at the boy's face.

"You want me to sing to you?"

Frank shrugged, and nodded.

"You have a nice voice, and you once said you enjoyed singing. Well... I wanna hear it."

Gerard considered it for a few seconds. Of all the things Frank could possibly ask him to do after one of the best orgasms in his life...

"Okay," he murmured and kissed the boy's head once again before starting on a soft tune that came up in his mind.

Frank closed his eyes and clung further into Gerard's naked body, burying his face in his shoulder.

Gerard's voice was so soft and quiet, he sang so slowly and calmly, that Frank almost didn't recognize the song he was singing.

But eventually he did.

xoxoxoxo

He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb.

He's always choking from the stench and the fume,

the wedding party all collapsed in the room,

so send my resignation to the bride and the groom.

Let's go down.

This elevator only goes up to ten,

he's not around, he's always looking at men.

down by the pool, he doesn't have many friends.

as they are, face down and bloated

snap a shot with the lens.

xoxoxoxo

If you marry me,

Would you bury me?

Would you carry me to the end?

Say goodbye... to the vows you take.

And say goodbye... to the life you make.

And say goodbye... to the hearts you break,

And all the cyanide that you drank.

xoxoxoxo

Gerard looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms, hearing his soft breathing and feeling him cling to the elder in an attempt to get warmer.

The vampire pressed a kiss to the top of his head, and even though the younger couldn't hear him, he whispered quietly in his ear:

"I'll carry you to the end."

Notes

Um... thanks for reading my shitty smut.

Song reference: My Chemical Romance - To The End

Stay lovely, I appreciate reads, comments, rates, subscribers and really anything, if you like this story enough.

See you next time!

Xoxo<3 Mikey

[June 11th, 2017]