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

Frank walked down the aisles, looking at all the shelves in search for what Gerard and him needed.

He wandered through the groceries with a soft expression on his face, thinking of his amazing boyfriend. The man's face, his body, his features, his personality... it all seemed just perfect to Frank.

Simply because it wasn't perfect. He had so many imperfections along his skin, all the scars, the bruises, the stretch marks, his anxiety, the paleness of his body.

Frank loved it all, he could never get enough. Gerard was something he wouldn't give up for the world. He just couldn't.

And even though he knew he was in danger, with all the Michael incidents and that mysterious guy he didn't recognize, he felt safe with Gerard, and the man meant a lot to him...

Not to mention the fact that the noises he could make while being pleasured could haunt Frank's mind for days. The guy seemed so beautiful, so desperate. How was it possible for one man to just mesmerize you completely even when you're in charge?

And Gerard always seemed weaker in bed. Like you could do anything to him and he wouldn't resist, because he needed it so much, wanted it in every inch of his body.

Frank bit his lip slightly and blushed down at the floor, knowing what he's going to do with Gerard when he gets home.

He then mentally shook himself from his thoughts and looked up at the shelf he was in front, trying to focus on the types of sugar in sight.

Gerard always went for simple white sugar, so Frank settled for that... until he found out it was at the top shelf and was too high for him to reach.

Frank just sort of stood there for a short while, thinking about what to do, until a young man with a black hoodie and ripped jeans walked past him quietly.

The guy seemed tall enough, so Frank tapped his shoulder as he stood near him.

"Excuse me? Can you help me grab one of the-"

Frank made an obvious gasp as the guy looked up to meet his gaze. The dark green eyes that shifted into red once he was met with the younger's face caused Frank to just freeze on the spot, shocked and scared.

"Well, what a coincidence," Michael said bitterly, not even smirking or showing any kind of facial gesture.

The first thought that crossed Frank's mind was to run, but just as he was about to turn around and do so, the other man grabbed his hood and prevented his escape.

"No. Please, let me go, I just want to get back to Gerard," Frank pleaded desperately, knowing Michael wouldn't be happy if he dragged too much attention, so he spoke quietly.

"That's too bad then," the older man said coldly, "Because you and I need to talk."

"No. N-no, I don't wanna talk. Please just let me go. I didn't do anything to you," Frank continued on struggling, but Michael was stronger, and suddenly he yanked Frank closer by his hoodie and wrapped his arms around him.

"Don't worry. It won't take too long," he said quietly. "There's just something I need to do before you can go back to Gerard."

Frank whimpered, and struggled a little more, but Michael slapped him hard across the face and began dragging him towards the back door of the store, where nobody could see them leaving.

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"Where the HELL is that kid?" Gerard asked out loud, but mainly to himself, as he tapped the counter with his nails frantically and stared at the clock, practically counting the seconds since Frank left the record store.

Livvie had left a while ago. She said she had to go back home and arrange some stuff for her new job, so Bob sent her off with a hug, leaving himself to take care of the anxious man behind the counter.

"Gerard, relax. He went out only fifteen minutes ago. He'll be fine. Just wait for him."

"I AM waiting for him, but he isn't coming back!" Gerard buried his face in his hands. "Ugh, I can't, I'm too worried. I'm going to get him now and that's not a question."

"No, Gerard, stay here," Bob demanded. "The boy will be back in a few minutes, and besides I'm not letting you out on your own."

Gerard's eyes widened slightly. He looked up at Bob from where he was leaning bent over the counter, surprised.

"You don't trust me, do you?" He asked. "You think I might run into Jonathan again."

"Yes!" Bob said sternly. "I'm still mad at you, you know. What you did there was incredibly stupid and could cause a lot more damage than it already did. You should really be more careful with yourself next time."

"I told you I had no choice! God knows what he could do if I didn't go talk to him. What if he decided to do something to Frank, huh? That would be MY fault. I had to do it."

"Okay, you know what, Gerard? Shut up," Bob snapped. "Next time just be more careful, don't let him try to kiss you and stop fucking around."

Gerard huffed quietly and looked down at the counter.

"Fine. But Frank had been out for almost twenty minutes, and the walk to the grocery store and back really shouldn't take that long."

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"W-what do you want this time?" Frank asked as they stood behind the store, the younger man pressed up against the wall under Michael's grip.

"Just to leave a little message for my brother. Don't worry," the older man replied, and suddenly he was leaning closer.

Frank stiffened. Every time Michael had been this close to him, things always ended up badly.
The older had his arm stuck across Frank's throat, so he couldn't squirm away from the wall, and the other one was on the boy's waist, preventing him from moving around too much.

He leaned closer to Frank's face, and used his nose to push the dark strands of hair off of his neck.

Frank gasped. Oh god, this couldn't be happening again.

Michael breathed him in. The younger man had the best smell in the world. Frank was the kind of human a vampire would pay to have. His scent, his taste, his body. You could simply do everything with him.

Too bad Michael had a plan. He had to give Frank away for his fucking brother, let him enjoy the pleasure that was the small man.

He knew what the two had done lately. Gerard was getting a lot more than Frank's smell. The little slut, Michael knew, of course he couldn't have someone as good looking as Frank in his damn house for more than a month before the two were full on hooking up.

Michael woke himself up from his thoughts and pulled his fangs out. Frank heard the sharp noise and whimpered. Oh, how he wished Gerard would be there to save him again right then and there.

The other man wasted no time. He wanted to get it over with, because as he knew his brother, Gerard would start worrying very soon about Frank not showing up, and he couldn't have the older man screwing up his plans again.

Michael placed his fangs on the same bite mark that was still visible on the boy's neck, and quickly sank them in, all the way, sending thousands of painful shocks coursing through Frank's body.

The older man was quick to slap a hand on the younger's mouth to stifle the pained noises he was making. Frank cried out and screamed against Michael's palm as the other twisted the fangs inside his body, scarring him mercilessly.

And then Michael pulled out. There wasn't even so much blood, and he managed to hold the venom back, so Frank's life wasn't in danger, but the boy was still weak and helpless.

Michael let go of the younger's body. He watched as Frank fell to the floor like a limp doll, lying flat on the pavement, half unconscious, slightly bleeding from the two holes that were remade on his pale skin.

"Tell Gerard to go fuck himself," the older said coldly as he stood above the weak man. "Don't worry. He'll enjoy it."

And then Michael was walking away, leaving Frank to whimper quietly on the floor, mentally begging for someone to come find him.

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"That's it!" Gerard exclaimed, slamming his hand on the counter sharply, causing a few startled customers to jump in surprise.

Bob looked over at his friend from the shelf he was standing in front.

"I am going to look for Frank. I don't give a fuck anymore. Forty seven minutes is long enough to go to the fucking grocery store and get some fucking milk and sugar. I'm out!" The older man exclaimed, not caring that all the people in the room were staring at him as he shot his words towards Bob.

"Gerard, come on, you don't have to. He will be-" the bearded man began, but the elder cut him off.

"Save me the shit, Bob. My boyfriend is missing and I'm not taking the blame for him getting hurt. So you're whether coming with me or staying here to TIDY THE FUCKING SHELVES!"

The record store fell silent. Only when Gerard was done yelling, everybody notices the sound of small raindrops tapping the roof and the street outside.

Gerard's eyes shot open. If it starts raining now, it would only get heavier and heavier until a storm begins. He knew February's weather very well.

"SHIT!" He slammed his fist on the counter in frustration, and the customers jumped again. "No, no, NO, this isn't happening. That's it! I'm not leaving Frank out there alone! Bob, are you coming with me?" He asked sternly.

The bearded man gulped at his friend's anger. He could see Gerard's hazel orbs steadily shifting into glowing red, and was quick to run over to the counter and stand in front of Gerard so the other customers couldn't see him.

"Look Gerard, calm down. You're changing. You don't want that right now, do you? Just take a deep breath and try to relax," he whispered as quietly as he could so only Gerard could here his words.

The older man was furious at this point, scared and worried and upset, but he knew better than to snap again and allow himself to change, so the next time he spoke up he tried to make his tone as quiet as he could.

"Do you want me to just stay here while my boyfriend is out there, probably in danger, while it's fucking raining, and do nothing?" He growled lowly, his voice thick and threatening.

Bob wasn't startled. Gerard always sounded like that when he was changing.

"He's not in danger. Maybe he's just taking a while because of the rain. I'm sure he'll get here soon. Just wait," he said, determined.

Gerard gave him a death glare.

"WHAT is your problem?" He hissed. "I'm starting to think you actually WANT Frank to take the fucking risk in being out there. Is that what you want, Bob? Do you want my boyfriend to die? Because if I don't come looking for him he probably will."

"That's it. Gerard, stop it. You're being paranoid. Of course I don't want Frank to die. But I don't want you going out there while it's raining and try to fucking find him."

"I am trying to find him BECAUSE it's raining! I don't care if I get sick, or trip over, or have a car slipping from the road and hitting me. I want fucking Frank back and I'm getting him now, whether you like it or not!"

The bearded man suddenly turned his head over to the front door, his eyebrows furrowing in slight worry. "I don't think the weather approves right now."

Gerard looked over in the same direction. His eyes shot open when he noticed the snow that began forming on the ground, covering the road and sidewalk in white.

"Oh no..." he began, and Bob looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, NO," the older man said louder, standing up straight and glaring at the snow. "No, no, no, no no no no no no no no... there is NO way I'm staying here now."

He reached our for his jacket, about to put it on when a firm hand grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Stay here," Bob demanded quietly, but the look he was giving Gerard was damn serious.

"No!" Gerard protested. "You can forget about me sitting on my ass and waiting for Frank to come back! Fuck it, I'm going out to find him."

"Young man, don't do it," an old lady that stood beside an old jazz shelf said suddenly. Gerard looked over at her with a frown. "It's very dangerous out in the snow. You don't want to do it."

"I have to," he said, his voice softer and his eyes back in their normal color, but he still sounded desperate. "My boyfriend's out th-"

"Dude, don't go," a tall man that was sitting on the chair in the corner with one of the acoustic guitars said as he looked up at Gerard. "Your boyfriend is going to be okay. Don't risk yourself."

Gerard looked around him. All the people in the store were giving him the same look, saying the same thing with their eyes.

The older man let out a sigh of frustration and leaned back against the counter, burying his face in his hands.

"I just want to know if Frank is alright," he whispered. Bob went over to him and rubbed his back slowly as Gerard sniffled quietly.

"I know, buddy. I know."

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The younger man felt the cold wind blowing on his face, sending shivers down his limp body as he kept lying sprawled out across the floor and the snow was slowly landing on his cheeks and forehead and nose in bits.

He prayed for someone to find him. Although in this weather, people probably didn't want to go outside, because obviously it will only get worse.

So Frank just closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain that still pulsed through the bite mark on his pale neck.

He'll be okay, he told himself, he will...

As soon as Gerard finds him.

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The older man was chewing on his fingernails anxiously as he stared at the clock on the wall. His fingers tapped the counter even more frantically than before, as the people in the store occasionally came to try and relax him.

He was obviously the most nervous person in this goddamn place, since he still had Frank missing, and it's already been an hour an a half.

The snow got heavier. Violent wind hit the outside walls, sending random objects crashing against the small building.

The rain followed along with the scary weather, tapping harshly on the roof, and Gerard could only imagine what was happening to his Frankie right now.

Wait... did he just use the name Jonathan gave him? He didn't think of the other man as an option for damage right now.

Oh god. What if Jonathan had him? What if Jonathan caught Frank? How would Gerard live with himself knowing that the man he cared about so much was with that bastard?

Gerard didn't care that he almost kissed Jonathan last night. The younger man was still dangerous, and his ability to hurt Frank was even bigger now, that Gerard was away from him and couldn't protect him.

The elder whimpered and let his head fall heavily on the counter.

Why did he have to be so fucking stupid?

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Frank was beginning to feel his fingertips go numb. He didn't bother wearing gloves today, since it was relatively sunny outside when Gerard and him left the house this morning.

He whined weakly at the image of the older man.

Frank missed him. He wanted him there with him. He wanted Gerard to fucking be there, find him, save him.

But he also didn't want the older man to go out in such a weather just to rescue him. Gerard could get hurt, or cold, or both. And Frank didn't want that for him.

So he kept lying there. Limp, not able to move, pained, cold, shivering, and slowly blacking out...

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All the people in the store were standing outside the bathroom door, worried expressions on their faces as they listened to the heavy sobs coming from inside.

It had been three hours since Frank left the store, and at some point, after long minutes of everyone just listening to the storm without saying a word, a painfully frustrated Gerard stood up and ran off to the bathroom, locking himself inside and crying helplessly.

"Gerard. Come on, please open the door. We can'g help you if you don't come out," the 18 year-old girl with the brown hair and green eyes, who wore a Breaking Benjamin t-shirt and eyeliner along with her dark beanie, said.

"Go away, Ashley!" The older man called from inside the bathroom. "You've been standing here asking me to come out for the past forty minutes!"

"And you've been sitting on the fucking toilet crying like a seven year-old for the past hour! Open the fucking door and come out here, Gerard!" The young girl exclaimed, getting really upset now.

Everyone heard the quiet sigh from the small bathroom, and short minutes later the spinning of a lock, and slowly the opening of the door as Gerard stepped out.

"Are you okay?" Ashley asked as she put a hand on the man's shoulder.

Gerard shook his head slowly, not looking up at anyone, and the girl in front of him hugged him tightly for assurance.

"Your boyfriend will be okay," she murmured quietly into his shoulder.

Gerard hugged her back tightly, trying to find the comfort in her strong arms.

But it wasn't enough.

Because he needed Frank.

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The younger man already lost all hope of anyone finding him. He would just have to pass out completely and let the cold take over him (which it already did).

He sighed brokenly and closed his eyes again.

He did his best to shut himself down. Make the cold disappear, make the pain subside...

Not that it worked. Michael's fangs were sharp as a dagger. He re-opened the wound he really shouldn't have, and the warmth of the blood dripping into the floor only became clear as Frank's whole body was freezing.

Just as he was about to sink into darkness, the young man began to hear the dull sound of an engine, buzzing in the distance.

He cracked his eyes open and blinked a few times.

Was he imagining this? Did he just start hearing things that weren't actually there?

He got his answer when a grey car suddenly pulled off near him on the sidewalk.

He could't look up and see what it was, or who it was, but he could hear a car door opening and shutting, and quick steps hurrying along the snow until a familiar figure stood above him.

That's when he recognized her. The bright hair, the hoodie, the black lip ring...

His eyes widened in surprise and hope.

"L-Livvie?" he asked shakily, his voice cracked and totally ruined from the stinging cold.

"Oh god Frank, it's you. What happened?" The young woman asked as she bent down and picked him up from the floor. The older was a little surprised that she could lift him up so easily, but he didn't care at the moment, as relief filled his entire body.

"I... I..." he said weakly, and turned his head to the side so the woman could see his exposed neck.

Livvie made an obvious gasp.

"Oh no. Who bit you?"

Frank squeezed his eyes shut, to hold back the memory and force himself to talk.

"M-Michael. Michael Way."

The girl opened the door of the passenger seat and put Frank in there gently before closing the door and going to the driver's side.

Once she was sat beside Frank she reached for the backseat and pulled a thick black coat and a blanket, using it to warm up Frank's shaking body, and then opened the glove compartment and pulled out a few purple pills Frank didn't recognize.

"First of all, swallow these," she commanded.

Frank opened his mouth and allowed her to put the pills on his tongue, accepting the water Livvie gave him to swallow them down.

"Good," she said, "Now lean closer to me."

He did as she said without protesting. Livvie placed his head on her lap as she reached for the bandages and disinfectant she kept along with the anti-venom in her glove compartment.

As she patched Frank's neck up she asked him more questions.

"How long have you been out there in the snow?"

"I-I don't know," Frank said. "A f-few hours?"

'Oh that's not good,' she thought to herself. "Okay, how long were the fangs inside you?"

"Not t-too l-long... maybe a m-minute?"

"More or less?"

"L-less."

"Okay, that's good. It means there's only a small amount of venom inside you. I can assure you now that you are going to be okay. You'll feel better in no time."

Frank smiled up at her weakly.

"T-thank you, Livvie."

"You're welcome," she grinned and helped him sit back up. "Now, you warm up while we wait for that storm to be over. The wind is less violent so we can stay in the car."

"O-okay," he whispered. "Sh-shouldn't we call Gerard? Or Bob?"

"I don't think the phone lines are working," Livvie replied worriedly. "I tried to call my parents a few minutes ago but nothing is functioning in this weather."

Frank nodded and looked out of the window, wrapping himself further inside the warm fabric.

He was relieved Livvie had found him on time. God knows what could've happened if he stayed there for a little longer.

All he had to do now was wait for the storm to be over.

Notes

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