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

Frank was sitting in his bedroom. It wasn't really his bedroom, or even a room that he owned, but he got used to calling it that way, and Kelly told him to think of it as his own personal space, so he did. Especially since it's been almost two months since he started living in her house.

He was sitting at the side of his bed, legs swinging slowly as he stared blankly out the window that gave him perfect view on the moon.

It had become a routine for him at night, for he'd been doing it every single night for the past two weeks.

He wasn't crying anymore. He wasn't feeling like this was worth his tears really, since the day he realized what he actually thought about Gerard.

He didn't know why his face still seemed all puffy and flushed though. It bothered him whenever he forced himself to look in the mirror. Maybe it was a reminder of how strong Gerard's effect on him was.

But he didn't have that kind of power over Frank anymore. He wasn't going to shed a single tear over the fucker.

You see, the thing about silent rage - it's the most dangerous kind.

It's not bursting out of you in one big explosion of hormones, you have no way to express it but living in your own thoughts and deal with it, buried in your own shadow.

And the worst part, it fills you with revenge. That building fire inside you telling you to destroy whoever brought you this pain in the most horrible way.

And Gerard had triggered silent rage.

Frank wondered, if in the rest of his fucked up life, the older had managed to trigger any more people, if he'd caused more pain than it might've seen on the outside.

But Frank didn't care. Because Gerard made a horrible mistake by messing with him, especially in this subject.

He'd fallen so hard for Gerard, wanted to do everything with him, spend the rest of his fucking life with the man.

He was finally going to show his parents the true meaning of love, gay or not, show them that he could be happy and healthy with the man he chose, because nothing could change the fact he wanted guys.

He was so hopeful, so full of happiness whenever Gerard held him. Even when he had his doubts, he loved Gerard, Gerard was there. And Frank wasn't going to leave him alone.

But, then came the lovely surprise, the last straw that brought down the safe heaven they built together.

He didn't want to think about Gerard anymore, but at the same time he wanted to think only of him, because it always reminded him how angry he was right now, how he wanted to just watch the older man burn, and in the depth of his perfect pain, he would bend him over and show him exactly how silent rage could be expressed, hear him scream like that night Frank saw him getting ravished by another man.

Oh, but Frank was going to go a lot harder, harder than anyone could ever pound Gerard. He was going to make Gerard bleed, see his miserable expression as Frank tugged on his hair and pulled his face into the dirtiest, most loathing, heated open-mouthed kiss, teeth clashing and all, while still thrusting mercilessly into his tight hole of course.

He was going to show the elder just how it can go, whether he loved Frank or hated him, Frank was going to get what he wanted: Gerard.

The number of ways to torture the older was so beautiful in Frank's mind, he almost felt the urge to grin devilishly up at the moon that stared right back at him.

But he didn't smile. He couldn't. Not yet. Maybe after he watches Gerard collapse to the floor in his own blood and tears, and maybe even cum, if Frank would want to force him into orgasm, which would bring him to an absolute edge.

Yeah. Frank could do that. All he had to do was just grab Gerard's cock and not let go until he came, panting and crying as his whole body was in pain. Even if he didn't want to get hard, even if his body couldn't cope with such an experience in his dying state, Frank would make it happen. And he would lick it straight from the older's pale chest, leaving a long trail of bruises with his hungry lips to show Gerard that if he wanted to be a bitch, Frank would help him be one.

Two could play this game, and he could break him, if he tried hard enough, he just had to-
A strange sound came from the open window. The sound of something whipping the air outside, like a pair of wings.

And just as Frank raised an eyebrow at the window, a very familiar man landed on the windowsill, his black wings hanging behind him in all their glory, as he sat down and looked around the room in silence.

Eventually his eyes landed on Frank, who was still sat at the edge of his bed, staring at him blankly, no emotion reflecting in his hazel eyes.

"Hey there," the young man, who was probably still older than him, said, "How are you doing?"

"Like you would fucking care," Frank huffed, but his tone just sounded tired, which for some reason made the corner of the other man's mouth twitch upwards slightly.

"Well, I'm just checking on an old friend." His eyes raked over Frank's body for a few seconds. "I heard Geebear has been a meanie lately. Don't worry though. He can still learn some manners. He's like a child. All you have to do is be a little rough with him from time to time." The man bit his lip softly, his smirk more visible now. "And why the hell would he throw away such a pretty boy?"

Frank shrugged, eyes narrowing a bit. "Why the fuck would I know?"

"Oh, don't pretend like you don't know Princess GeeGee inside out, baby. You're like me. You used to own him. You know how much of a little bitch he can be, and so do I."

Frank raised his eyebrow again as the man jumped off the windowsill and tapped his shirt a few times, as if cleaning the dust off of it, before leaning against the wall behind him and folding his arms carelessly.

"Say, did you also notice the way his eyes flicker from hazel to red when he cums?"

Frank's knowing expression gave him his answer.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He whispered, half to himself, his gaze dropping to the floor momentarily as he flashed a small smile, and then raised his playful eyes back to Frank. "It shows how weak he is at that moment. An intense orgasm always throws him over the edge, and each time he turns slightly more yours. It's magical."

Frank huffed under his breath, wanting to look away, but something about this man just caused him to want to stare at him for hours, try to analyze his gaze, although he was failing miserably. Something about him just seemed... odd. Pretty and dangerous, like an angel from hell, a demon from heaven, perfect and deadly at the same time.

What was he, exactly?

He stayed quiet and waited for the man to speak up again, interested to know what he will say next, but he didn't let it show.

"My name is Jonathan, in case you didn't know, or didn't care," he said, leaning more comfortably against the wall and sighing. "Jonathan Lano."

Frank looked over his body shortly, trying not to make it too noticeable, but Jonathan always noticed. Everyone thought of him as a fucking goddess. He was aware of that. And the fact people followed after him like puppies made his life so much fun. It was almost too easy.

"Frank Iero," the younger said in a casual tone, unconsciously leaning forward a bit, propped by his hands on the edge of the mattress, as he gave the other man a stern look, the anger that still boiled inside him lighting up his dominant side.

"Oh, I know. I wouldn't miss the name of my little baby doll's lover boy."

"I'm not his lover boy," Frank narrowed his eyes once again, the mention of Gerard making his blood boil inside him.

"Oh, that's good news then. Because I was planning on coming over for a small visit, you know? Just to say hi."

Frank made a breathy sarcastic chuckle, realizing exactly what Jonathan was going to do by the demonic smile that was plastered on his flawless face.

"Have fun," he said sort of grumpily.

"Aww, you know you want to do it too. You want to see it when it happens, be there when he shatters. You're no less than an evil little devil."

The younger sort of glared at him at that. So far he'd only admitted to himself how much he really wanted to hurt Gerard, but hearing it come from someone else just sounded... different. Especially when the other man put it out like that.

Frank's gaze fell to the floor momentarily, pursing his lips slightly before he was glancing back at Jonathan.

"Don't worry. I'm gonna take good care of him."

"Like I'd care," Frank rolled his eyes, and Jonathan giggled quietly.

And it looked as if an angel took over him and made his face glow with a thousand rays of white light, it sounded like a waterfall, pouring clear shiny water into a river of perfection to flow softly until the edge of forever.

Frank had never heard such laughter, not even from Gerard.

It was so strange. Who the fuck was Jonathan and what was he trying to do?

The man's words cut his thoughts off.

"Oh, you know you care," Jonathan said, "Deep inside you, you still care. You care so much. But Gerard is mine."

"Then take him," Frank hissed. "Fucking take him, okay? I don't fucking care. He's not my boyfriend anymore. We're not together!"

"Hey, hey, calm down. It's not worth wrinkling your pretty face." Jonathan gave the tiniest smirk. "It's okay. You don't have to get angry."

He slowly began walking over to the bed, where Frank didn't move from his place, and simply stared down at the floor, upset.

He didn't look up even when Jonathan stood above him, wasn't even startled when he felt three tender fingers stroking along his jaw.

In fact, he could practically feel himself melting against the touch, and released a quiet shaky breath.

Jonathan crouched down in front of him, and slowly lifted Frank's head so their faces were lined. His expression was firm, but his mental smile radiated from him in an unmistakable way.

"I got this," he whispered, looking straight into Frank's eyes, and then he moved to gently hold the other's chin between his thumb and index finger.

Frank couldn't help but stay still, believing Jonathan's every word, almost nodding, but he was frozen. His eyelids felt heavy suddenly as the other's face became closer, and Frank couldn't move a muscle.

Jonathan's breath was so close. The young man shivered, his eyebrows drawing an expression of complete submission, and that's when Jonathan had him.

His lips then wrapped around Frank's, cradling them in his soft ones, sucking slowly, like a feather stroking the skin.

And Frank stayed there, letting the other push his lips as chastely as possible against his own. He almost felt too frozen to kiss back, and once he did, Jonathan wrapped his lips around his once again, trapping them.

Frank held back the small whimper he wanted to make as Jonathan sucked on his mouth. No one had ever kissed him like that, and he was shocked at how good it actually felt.

He sensed the spike of desperation shooting through him, for he haven't kissed anyone in almost two months, and his tongue hesitantly slipped out of his mouth to lick over Jonathan's lower lip, which tasted like complete heaven and made him want nothing but more of this new sensation.

But that's exactly when Jonathan unattached his lips from the younger's, opening his eyes slowly and standing up again.

"I'll see you around, Frank Iero. We'll meet again sometimes," he said quietly, carefully sliding his finger along Frank's jaw one more time, as the young man stared up at him with hazed dilated hazel eyes, and then he turned around and spread his wings again.

Frank watched after him in a complete daze, like it was a scene ripped out of a dream, as Jonathan climbed over the windowsill and flew away without looking back.

Frank tasted nice, he thought. But Gerard had always been his favorite. Gerard never bothered holding back the whines and moans and needy whimpers. Gerard was more beautiful, Gerard was a total angel in Jonathan's eyes.

And now he had him all to himself.

Along with the new doll he'd earned...

xoxoxoxo

"Frank?"

Kelly knocked on the door of her friend's bedroom. She knew he had troubles sleeping lately, so she always came over in the morning to see how he was doing.

She heard a short "come in", and opened the door to reveal Frank on his phone again, scrolling quietly, and sighed.

"Dogs again?" She asked as she sat down beside him on the double bed.

"I'm into dolphins now," he replied quietly without looking up from the screen.

She sighed again and took one of his hands in hers, and he glanced up, waiting for her to speak up, because she clearly had something important to say.

"Look, I... I have something to tell you," she said, her gaze falling to the mattress, and he motioned for her to continue. "The radio station called. My vacation can't last forever, and I told them I wouldn't be gone for longer than two months."

She looked up at him, and he raised an eyebrow, as if asking "where are you going with this?"

She pursed her lips and squeezed his hand gently before speaking up.

"I have to go back to New York. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I know there are some stuff you probably wanted to settle here. So you can stay in Jersey, or... or move with me to my flat in New York."

Frank considered it for less than a minute. He needed Kelly, and he needed some time away from everything, just time for him and his dark thoughts. Maybe going away will help him. Who knows, maybe he could stay in New York forever and never have to face any of the shit he got in Jersey.

He wasn't sure about anything anymore, but he put his phone aside, looked in Kelly's eyes and nodded.

"Yes, I'll go to New York with you."

Kelly gave him a small smile, nodding her head in approval.

"Okay. We're leaving on Monday morning. We'll take the bus to Kingston, New York, from there we will get a taxi to Troy, where I'll book us a flight to Geneva, where my flat is. Wouldn't take too long from the airport. And the station isn't so far away either."

Frank nodded at her words. He flashed her a poor smile, and she pulled him in for a hug, which he returned immediately, his arms embracing her skinny body almost instinctively.

"Okay. Get all your stuff packed," she said when they pulled away, and gave him a serious look. "I hope you have your passport with you."

"Yeah," he replied. "It's in my wallet."

She grinned and gave him another nod, along with a soft kiss on his cheek, which caused him to smile slightly, before standing up and leaving the room, leaving Frank to take in what he was actually going to do.

He was finally going to get out of Jersey, the place he never dared to leave before, mainly because he didn't have the money to afford it, and now he was really going away for god-knows-how-long.

That didn't stop him from thinking about Gerard though. He was going to get him, no matter how far away he was.

And he was going to make his life a living hell...

But first, he's moving to New York.

Notes

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