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

He was standing in front of his mirror, again, his piercing eyes were fixed on the line that stretched over his heart, marking him as wounded for life.

That was what he did almost every day since that night. He always looked back, staring at the scar, reminding himself just why he did all the things he did.

Why he'd hurt so many people, caused damage, cheated. He did all those things just to get back on that motherfucker. That little worthless asshole that needed to pay.

And he had the perfect plan how to make it happen. Everything worked exactly as he expected it to work so far.

He had a very straight course in his mind, aiming for the final moment when all the hard work he spent years doing will pay off at last.

Because Gerard needed to suffer. He deserved to suffer. After all that had happened that night on. The son of a bitch needed to know what it feels like.

And the pain he had caused the older man so far just didn't feel like enough. He needed more, wanted more, wanted to make the elder see that he couldn't fuck around with the younger brother and get away with it, he couldn't push away the memory of that night with all the useless sex he had with everything that moved.

Yes, the young man knew all about it. He knew about all the one-night-stands, the parties, the random people that slut made out with for hours and then dumped.

He was shit wherever he went, the younger knew. Fucked people and threw them away just to get his damn satisfaction for the night before moving on to the next person...

...Until Frank came around, of course. Oh yes, he was the perfect tool for the younger man's plan. Gerard seemed to be falling for the boy with every passing day, getting further and further in their relationship, protecting him.

The young brother just knew his plan was going to work.

If Gerard continued on like this for long enough, the brother would have the chance to get on with what he had in mind and then... boom! Strike that bastard in his weakest spot.

It was going to be delicious.

xoxoxoxo

Gerard heard the scream.

By now it was too familiar to stay unrecognized in his ears.

This time he knew who it was. The same night, same hour, same nightmare. It never ended.

Blood.

There was always, always, blood. It never stopped.

The wire. The same barbed wire that marked the soft pale skin, ruined it, made his brother scream.

And above all: the scar.

It HAD... to leave... a scar...

That damned scar that destroyed a whole family, a happy family, a completed one.

The same words were still ringing through his ears.

"You fucking idiot! What have you done?!"

He winced. That voice sounded so broken, angry, disappointed, scared, shivery.

And then there was the other voice.

"G-Gerard?"

No. Not again. Please don't.

She could still be alive. It was a fact. It was a fact he knew, Michael knew, everyone knew.

He remembered it all perfectly. Every single detail, echoing in his brain, washing over him, flooding him.

Until...

No... wait... what??

There was another person.

But where?

Over there!

Yes. There was.

Right there.

Another person.

Who was it?

He didn't know.

He couldn't see.

But it was definitely there. That person, staring at him, witnessing everything that had just occurred in that dark alley.

How comes Gerard didn't remember them? He never saw them in his nightmares before.

He blinked. Where did that person come from? Was it a vampire? A human?

He couldn't tell. The light of the alley was too blurred out and foggy, and it was cold. Too cold for him to concentrate.

But before he manages to run towards the person or identify them, the unfamiliar object hit the back of his head and he was sent to the floor.

"GERARD!"

xoxoxoxo

He woke up with tears in his eyes. It stung so much he was just trembling in his bed, letting out quiet whimpers.

He was lying on his side, facing the wall.

He wanted comfort. He needed it.

Slowly, he shifted and turned around so he was met with the younger man's sleeping figure, the soft black strands of his hair falling on his peaceful face.

Gerard shuffled on the mattress, careful not to wake the other, and gently took the boy's warm hand in his and brought it to his lips, planting soft kisses on the young man's fingertips, his knuckles, and down to his wrist.

He pressed a little closer to the man who was, apparently, his boyfriend.

But he didn't care. Frank could have any name he wanted, put whatever title he wanted over their relationship, as long as Gerard got to have him by his side, as long as he got to protect him.

He pushed Frank's hair behind his head carefully and stared at his face.

Frank always seemed peaceful. Relaxed somewhat. It made Gerard happy, to know that he still managed to keep the boy sane, even with all that mess. He managed to hide most of it, or at least some if it, from Frank.

But how long could he keep it up? The younger was going to find out at some point, probably even about that night.

He continued to stare down at the soft face in front of him, watching closely as the other's expressions shifted slightly in his sleep, dreaming.

Gerard wondered what was on the young man's mind when he was dreaming. Did he think of good things? About Gerard? Or did he-

"Baby?"

Gerard frowned, his stroking movement in Frank's hair stopping.

"Baby," the same whisper came again.

He looked around him, confused, his hand still in the other man's hair, until his eyes landed on the small window, where they widened as he was met with a soft face he didn't want to see right now (or ever).

Yet he didn't move. He pulled his hand back, his gaze fixed on Jonathan, trying to predict the man's next move, which, when it came, he didn't really expect.

"Baby, please come here," Jonathan said softly, his expression gentle and welcoming.

Gerard was VERY worried at this point. Jonathan almost never talked to him like this (at least... not out of bed, for that manner...)

He slowly got up from the bed and walked over to the window, with the same expression.

None of them broke eye contact. Jonathan mentally smirked at the older man's obedience. It made him look so hot, Jonathan nearly bit his lip, but he kept it in.

His time would come.

Gerard put his hands on the windowsill and looked through it at the person on the other side.

"Please leave," he said quietly, almost in a whisper, his eyes... pleading? Wow. Gerard never pleaded (at least... not out of bed, for that manner...)

"No," Jonathan replied, not too sternly, but determined. "I wanted to talk to you."

The younger reached a tender hand and stroked along Gerard's jaw with his fingers.

"Come meet me in the alley."

The elder's eyes widened, and he backed away slightly, but Jonathan pulled him back and looked him in the eye.

"Please. I promise I won't hurt you. Just come and we'll talk. No games," he whispered.

Gerard considered it for a while, his hazel orbs not leaving the other man's, as Jonathan's hand was still on his cheek, rubbing slow circles with his thumb.

The older man hated it when the younger always knew how to soothe him, how to get him to do anything he wanted Gerard to do.

He knew exactly how to play him, like a marionette tied to Jonathan's strings, and he pulled just the right ones to get Gerard to move every single time.

Eventually he nodded slowly, and the younger grinned with a small nod and left.

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Gerard blinked. What just happened? Did he really just let Jonathan stroke his fucking face and talk to him through the window in soft murmurs like some sappy teenage boyfriend?

He shook his head, slightly angry, but mainly disappointed of himself.

But what choice did he have now? He would just have to go there and try to rely on Jonathan's promise not to attack him.

His gaze darted over to Frank. The boy was still sleeping, safe and sound, on the bed.

Gerard sighed silently, dropping his head, and pulled on some proper clothes before leaving the house.

xoxoxoxo

He looked down at his watch. Almost 3a.m., and he was just about to enter the alley.

And with a deep breath, he stepped inside, into the steamy atmosphere, to see the familiar figure leaning against the cold wall, waiting for his arrival.

Jonathan stood up straight when he noticed his (past) lover marching towards him, and slowly walked closer.

"You're here," he said quietly with a small smile and a sigh of "relief" that Gerard actually showed up (it was too obvious that he would).

"What do you want?" The elder asked coldly, but he didn't sound threatening. No, he sounded different, almost broken.

"As I said baby, I want to talk," Jonathan said and slowly reached to take the other's hand in his. Gerard didn't resist. Of course he didn't. He wouldn't even protest over Jonathan calling him "baby".

"About what?" Gerard asked shakily, looking up at the man, still not pulling his hand away.
"How much more do you want to ruin me? Don't you ever get enough? We're over, Jonathan, we're done. Things will never be the same between us. I'm through with you, and you need to realize it, too."

His tone was quiet all through his words. He didn't even sound upset. He was just... talking. Saying words he himself didn't know if he actually meant.

"Oh really?" Jonathan asked, not letting the smirk show on his face for a single moment, and suddenly he was tugging on Gerard's hand swiftly so the man was pulled up against him, gasping as he gazed into the younger's eyes. "Then what was that?" Jonathan murmured as he slid his hand to rest on the curve of Gerard's lower back, and the other one was laced in the older's hair, gently curling.

"It w-was..." Gerard mumbled, not able to tear his gaze from Jonathan's, not even when the other began to lean closer to his face, their bodies pressed together completely.

"Fight back, Gerard," the younger man whispered sternly, his expression hardening, and Gerard gulped. "Fight like you did that night at the restaurant. You were so angry with me. What are you now? What are you feeling now Gerard?"

The elder sucked in a breath when he felt Jonathan's cold exhaling skimming over his neck, and he didn't dare to move.

"I... I'm..." he tried to say.

"You're not angry anymore, are you?" Jonathan murmured against his neck and pressed a small kiss below his ear. "You're desperate, honey."

"I hate you," Gerard breathed out, finally finding it in himself to speak.

It all changed, though, when the younger man's tongue was suddenly pressed to one of the sweet spots on the side of his neck, pushing against the skin.

"Do you now?" Jonathan asked rhetorically.

"Y-yes," the elder nearly panted out, suppressing the urge to grab the younger's head and just smash it against his own skin, hard and rough, just like they knew best.

Jonathan slowly licked up Gerard's smooth neck to his jawline, and the older mentally begged that he won't get to that sweet spot of his again, the one that would send him over the edge of self control and drive him crazy.

"You changed when I saw you at that restaurant, you know," Jonathan spoke against Gerard's neck, his soft breath hitting the pale saliva-covered skin, knowing very well that the older man was falling apart against him, trembling and shivering. He felt it very clearly, he could always tell. "I managed to trigger that side of you you're trying so hard to deny. But why DO you try to deny it, Gerard?"

He tugged on the man's hair slightly, and the other willingly leaned his head further back.

"You know full well why I try to suppress it, motherfucker," he gritted out, and Jonathan finally let the smallest smirk pull on his waiting lips.

"Yet, I made it to make you lose it. See how much power I have over you, honey? Why try to struggle it? You still want me and you know it."

Gerard let out a small breathy chuckle, not moving his head just yet, so Jonathan's face was still buried in his neck, inhaling him.

"So that's what it's all about. You want to get me back," he said into the air.

"Like you were even going to stop me."

"We're done."

"I don't think you believe in it."

"I have a boyfriend."

"Little Frankie can be replaced baby, we both know it."

"N-no he can't," Gerard said, kind of angrily, and suddenly pushed the other man away from him, practically tearing them apart, sending Jonathan stumbling a few steps back, a predatory look now on his face. "And he won't be," Gerard added, suppressing the slight worry that swelled in him at the way the younger man was looking at him. He continued regardless. "Frank means a lot to me, bitch. And it can't be changed. Not even for you."

"Oh, I highly doubt it, baby," Jonathan whispered, and before Gerard could response, the younger was in front of him, his hand around Gerard's throat, the other one grabbing him by the arm, and he was slammed roughly onto the wall, hitting it with a hiss of pain.

"Stop resisting me, Gerard!" Jonathan exclaimed sternly. "You're clearly not strong enough to fight me, and you sure as hell don't want to! You miss me, you've missed me for years, and now I'm back and you don't know what to do! All just because you have that little slut by your side, Frank, who can't even give you a blowjob as good as I used to do! Admit it, Gerard. We were made in heaven, we're meant for each other. I belong with you."

"No. You belong in the trash," Gerard growled, and again, pushed Jonathan away. "I'm leaving," he said, "Don't come after me. You said you weren't playing any games, but you obviously want to get my dick again, or my ass. So let me tell you, you are NOT getting any of them, not anymore. Stay away from Frank. If you try to hurt him, what we had between us won't matter to me, and I will hurt you. I will fight back. Sounds fair?"

Jonathan looked up at him. They both had sort of a dangerous expression on, the younger ready to pounce and attack and the elder ready to self-defense.

"I didn't want to do this, Gerard, but you made me," Jonathan suddenly said quietly. The elder raised an eyebrow at him, not breaking his position.

"What?" He growled. Jonathan simply took a deep breath, straightening again, and looked into Gerard's sparkling hazel eyes.

"Do you remember our song?"

Gerard froze, eyes widening.

Of course he remembered. God, it was his favorite song for so many years, it meant so much to him.

He couldn't stay in his position. His expression softened instantly, turning back into the old submissive features that adored his face perfectly.

"W-why would you bring that up?" He asked quietly, shakily.

"Because, Gerard, that's my only way of showing you how much you still care about US," Jonathan growled, and slowly stepped closer, but the elder didn't seem intimidated.

It didn't surprise the younger. He was used to the older's bipolarity. Inside of him he was the same desperate needy bitch Jonathan met all those years ago, never actually changing.

"I don't..."

"Shut up," he cut the elder off, making the other gulp.

He carefully pressed himself to the older man again, pinning him back against the wall, looking deep into his eyes. Gerard looked up at him, since Jonathan was taller, and the younger gently moved a strand of hair out of Gerard's face, causing his eyes to flutter shut only momentarily, before their gazes locked again.

'I'm so tired of being here...' Jonathan began singing quietly, in a shaky whisper, that hit Gerard's lips, and he inhaled deeply.

'Suppressed by all my childish fears,' he continued as he tucked Gerard's hair behind his ear, keeping his hand there. He then took a deep breath before carrying on.

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'And if you have to leave...

I wish that you would just leave,

because your presence still lingers here,

and it won't leave me alone.

These wounds won't seem to heal,

this pain is just too real...'

xoxoxoxo

He waited for Gerard, who stared up at him, in his eyes, so much adoration reflecting in his dilated pupils, Jonathan was almost stunned.

Gerard knew what the younger wanted, and he also knew that if he gave it to him, he's lost.

'T-there's just too much,' he whispered brokenly, 'that time...' he felt tears prickle inside him, and he stuttered out the rest of the sentence, 'cannot erase...'

'When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,' Jonathan continued for him, starting on the chorus. 'When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears... And I held your hand through all of these years.'

He curled his fingers inside Gerard's hair, pulling him just a little closer, so their noses were barely brushing.

'But you still have...' he sang in a passionate whisper.

And Gerard completed him.

'All of me.'

xoxoxoxo

They were leaning closer and closer. Neither was really thinking at this point, not even Jonathan, the calculated and the studied.

He missed Gerard, after all. He was desperate for the other man, just not as much.

And at least he had a tiny bit of control over himself when he was in front of a sexual situation. He didn't just pounce on every second person he saw.

He kept his energy for his own guy.

Which happened to be the same guy he was holding in his arms, about to attach his lips to.

"Gerard, baby," he whispered.

"Jonathan," the other whimpered in response, holding onto the younger's biceps tightly, his eyes steadily fluttering shut...

...But just as their mouths grazed over each other, they heard steps walking along the alley, breaking the spell.

Notes

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, thanks for reading, and hopefully I'll see you next time!

Song reference: Evanescence - My Immortal

Xoxo<3