"Frankie stop, it tickles so much!"

"You can't run away from the hugging monster!"

"Please, no, I can't breathe!"

"Come on, I know you can. Don't try to fool me, human!"

"I'm a fucking vampire!"

Frank then smirked and stopped, letting Gerard breathe for a few seconds, his hands still around his husband's waist, and then he turned him around and pulled him closer, Gerard looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Smart-ass," Frank said quietly, and Gerard giggled, putting his hands on the other's shoulders.

"You asked for it, Frankie," he wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk.

"Is that so?" Frank asked playfully with a raised eyebrow, and Gerard nodded smugly. "Well in that case I guess you win..." he then brushed some red strands of hair out of his way and leaned closer his lips skimming over the boy's ear, and the younger subconsciously pressed closer, until Frank whispered, "But that doesn't save you from the hugging monster."

He pressed his fingertips to Gerard's sides, feeling the boy squirm and laugh in his arms, and soon he was once again trying to escape.

"No, uh, I told you to stop!" He exclaimed.

"I wasn't convinced," Frank smirked, teasing his waist, and Gerard tried to get out of his husband's hold, but Frank was tightly wrapped around him and didn't allow him to move away even the slightest bit.

"Frank, come on, you're killing me," Gerard giggled breathlessly, attempting to push him away, but Frank was clearly stronger.

"Aww, I'm sorry," Frank cooed, and suddenly he stopped tickling Gerard and pulled him to his chest, the boy panting slightly as he hesitantly snaked his arms around Frank's waist. "I'm not gonna do this again," he assured in the younger's ear, and Gerard hugged him tightly.

"That was sort of fun," He whispered once his breath evened out, grinning against Frank's shoulder.

"Yeah?" The older smirked, rubbing Gerard's lower back slowly. The young man nodded.

"Yeah. But I'm never gonna let you tickle me again."

"And why not?"

"'Cause you're a prick."

"A prick you agreed to marry."

Gerard pressed a kiss onto Frank's neck, nuzzling his face against the skin as the other moved his hands to squeeze his ass.

Gerard made a soft gasp and pressed closer to Frank, and that's when the older man noticed the growing problem in Gerard's skinny jeans, and he grinned widely into Gerard's hair.

"Is my baby boy excited?" He asked quietly, slowly digging his thigh between Gerard's legs as he pressed him to the nearest wall.

"Y-you got me a little worked up e-earlier," Gerard admitted in between small gasps, as Frank's thigh started moving up and down in gentle motions, and he felt electric pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Then I guess it would be mean of me not to take care of this problem, wouldn't it?"

He grabbed Gerard's legs and picked him up, letting the younger wrap around him as he began carrying him to their bedroom, sucking down Gerard's pale neck on the way there.

The boy nodded eagerly, his legs tightening around Frank's waist, and his hands tangled in Frank's hair as his head tipped backwards.

"Oh god," he let out a short groan, when Frank bit down on an extremely sensitive spot. "P-please!"

xoxoxoxo

Gerard stirred in his bed and opened his eyes. He blinked away the sleep and rubbed his eyes to get the soreness of last night's dried tears off.

It wasn't the first time he'd dreamed of Frank, he's been thinking about the boy non-stop for what felt like ages.

He groaned silently and forced his body up from the bed, not feeling like doing anything today (as usual), and simply walked into the bathroom to get his morning needs done.

He leaned his elbow on the wall beside him as he stood above the toilet and waited, sighing quietly. This was probably the only relief in his everyday, releasing the load he gathered during the night into the small toilet, look around aimlessly as he waited for his bladder to empty itself.

Surprisingly, he wasn't feeling like total shit today. He felt... fine? No, not that. But he didn't feel the burning urge to grab his own neck and snap it in half and let darkness take over him.

He finally felt somewhat calm, as if the world wasn't falling down around him in a swirling mix of anger and hate, dark colors and jealousy and emptiness.

His hair wasn't as greasy as usual, he wasn't sure why though, but he knew he would have to take a proper shower at one point. Maybe he'll do it today.

He tugged up his boxers once he was done with the toilet and went over to the small sink, where there was a mirror on the wall, and he looked at his own reflection, something he hadn't found himself doing too much lately. He tended to pretty much ignore the mirror, sometimes afraid of what he was going to see, and in other times he simply didn't give a fuck.

But now he was looking at himself, straight in the eye, taking in his appearance and realizing how badly he was actually treating himself.

The dark bags under his eyes were getting more and more visible, his skin became a lot paler since he barely even left the house, maybe to just buy groceries. It's not like he was eating anything anyway. It was showing through his bare torso, where his ribs were slightly bulging out of the skin, and his stomach seemed a lot more flat than he remembered it.

But that didn't bring him down. He was finally feeling like less of a wreck and nothing was going to take this from him.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face shortly before going to put on something to where. He went for a faded band shirt he bought years ago, but it still suited him perfectly, especially with the weight he lost lately.

He didn't bother with pants, letting himself stay with just his boxers on.

He hadn't touched himself since that fantasy of Frank. He didn't get hard or turned on anymore. Nothing was there to get him worked up enough to want contact, which would've been surprising at any other time, because the guy couldn't physically survive more than two weeks without sex since he was six-teen, and now all he was feeling was that awkward numbness in his member, as if it wasn't a part of his body unless he needed to take a piss or wash himself, simply hanging between his legs without even asking for attention.

He went over to the kitchen, slowly turning on the coffee machine and waiting, as he decided to do something he hadn't done for a long, long time.

He turned on the radio.

There wasn't anything special on, just an old song by "The Beatles", which Gerard barely recognized, but he knew it was theirs.

He let a few minutes and songs pass by, until something unexpected happened, right when the usual 8a.m. broadcast started.

"Hey g-guys, good morning to all the lovely people out there that I missed so much!"

Came a very familiar voice to Gerard's ears, just as the coffee machine was done and he went to pour himself a mug, listening carefully to the woman talking.

"As you probably remember, I'm Kelly Springs, and I was just coming back from a short break. Hope you didn't miss me too much."

She chuckled softly, the playful tone clear in Gerard's ear, but she didn't sound as bright as he was used to. Something about her voice was even... somewhat dark.

Almost miserable.

"I missed the station a lot, I missed you guys, and now I would like to let you listen to a few great songs. Have fun and good day!"

It was nice to have Kelly back, he thought. She was so delicate and warm, her voice flowing like water, even if she had that weird tone to her. He started wondering what happened that made her sound like that...

"And now, as usual, it's time to host our morning tradition, where you guys contact us and devote a song to a person of your choice!"

Her voice cut his thoughts off, shaking him back into reality. Gerard sat down on the table, rubbing his palms slowly up and down the mug and staring down at the brown liquid inside it.
He was about to take the first sip, when Kelly suddenly gulped quietly through the speaker, her voice turning a little shaky.

"Now, I brought a good friend of mine on my w-way back from New J-Jersey. He asked me for a s-special song to someone he thinks who d-deserves it. He even left a small n-note."

Gerard's eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern. What happened to the young woman? She used to sound so happy, especially while devoting songs. And what "friend" was she talking about? What could possibly-

"'To my Gerard'."

He froze.

"'I know how m-much you love to listen to the radio at these hours, so I decided to play you a song I know y-you'd love. Hope you enjoy, dedicated to you by your One And Only'. Let's play it, shall we?"

Gerard was left motionless for a few seconds, waiting anxiously for the song to begin. It couldn't be who he thought it was, right? It couldn't have been devoted to him. It couldn't.

A familiar guitar opening filled his ear, cutting his thoughts off, and it took him barely a second to recognize the song.

Once he did, he felt like he was about to vomit all over the kitchen table.

Oh, it was DEFINITELY what he thought it was. Yet he was too frozen and shocked to move, or even blink. So he stayed in place, bracing himself as he waited for the painful lyrics to start.

And...

"Well when you go"

His breath hitched.

"Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay."

Gerard felt his fingers start to tremble.

"And maybe when you get back, I'll be off to find another way...
And after all this time that you still owe,
you're still a GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, I don't know..."

Gerard made a silent whimper.

"So take your gloves and get out,
better get out! While you can..."

This was all like a slap to the face for Gerard, and when the chorus kicked in he practically slammed his head down on the table.

"When you go...
hey, would you even turn to say,
'I don't love you... like I did... yesterday...'"

Gerard was shaking with silent sobs by this point. He didn't bother listening anymore as the song continued to play in the background of his shame and embarrassment and hurt.

This was humiliating. He felt everything crashing down around him as he put his hands over his head, covering his ears in a poor attempt to block the noises out, the noises of the terrible song that wouldn't stop playing, like a beautiful torture in his ears, and Gerard was too hopeless to go there and turn it off, partly because he also knew he really did deserve it.

And the moment he took his hands off of his ears, trying to sit up straight as he was still shaking violently and hiccuping, a singing voice whispered through the speakers.

"When you go... would you have the guts to say..."

It always sounded to him as if the singer was spitting out that line, in sort of a loathing manner, as if he was truly disappointed and hurt by the person he was singing to, and it caused his heart to clench in his chest, imagining Frank using the exact same tone on him.

"I don't love you..."

Gerard squirmed in his chair, bracing himself for what he knew he wouldn't be able to handle.

"Like I loved you..."

There it comes.

"yester..."

He whimpered.

"DAY! OH!
I don't love you, like I loved you, yesterday!
I DON'T LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVED YOU YESTERDAY!"

Gerard screamed and smashed his mug down on the floor, now full on sobbing again as all the memories of Frank came flooding in like a river of knives, straight into his aching heart.

He sat there, in himself, twitching and gasping, when suddenly he felt his stomach churn violently.

That's when he got up, practically shoving his chair back, sending it to the floor loudly, and then he was sprinting his way to the bathroom, desperate and dizzy all at once.

He nearly tore the bathroom door open and dropped to his knees above the toilet just as everything came crashing down on him, and he threw up all over the place, sobbing even more heavily at the horrible clenching of his stomach as his body gave back even the last bit of proper food he ate in the past week.

He whimpered quietly when it was over, still leaning above the toilet panting as his insides gave another painful twitch, and he whimpered again.

He couldn't handle it anymore. He couldn't take anything anymore. He was so done.

So. Fucking. Done.

xoxoxoxo

Bob was lying on the small bed in the spare room Livvie decided to rest him in. Jane was there to help her too, coming over every day to see how he was doing and hold his hand.

Livvie was growing very fond of the young woman, caring so much for someone she only knew for a few hours before Bob was put in a coma. She was also the one that saved his life after being stabbed so harshly, so the younger Bryar sister was grateful.

Not that Bob was conscious enough to notice any of these things, for he was still in his own deep darkness. He could only blurrily hear, see or feel anything, in the haze his mind was set on.

But if there was one thing he could do, was sense his surroundings. And beyond that, he could sense when something was horribly wrong.

That's when the small ache shot through the back of his head, signalling the one thing that every vampire could tell: something was about to happen.

He only ever felt it with two people in his life: his younger sister, whenever she got too drunk to stand and someone was about to take advantage of her. And Gerard...

Whenever he was about to make something incredibly stupid.

Bob made a small grunt, the tiniest one, his whole body tensing suddenly as the spike of ache returned.

Gerard. It felt like Gerard.

Bob's arms began to shake, as his unconscious body let out noises of despair, the bed creaking underneath him as he was trying to wake himself up.

Footsteps were heard along the corridor, they were fast, and when the door opened Jane was standing there, looking worriedly at the man squirming subtly on the bed.

"Bob...?" She whispered. He made another grunt, now squirming harder, his legs and arms twitching, his eyebrows furrowed.

He wasn't awake. No, but he could sense his friend. He sensed a very certain, very dangerous, and very stupid mistake the man was about to make, and he needed to stop that from happening.

But everything was foggy and unclear around him, and his only choice was to struggle his way out of coma.

He could faintly hear Jane calling out to Livvie, and his sister quickly making her way into the room, both women standing at either side of the bed.

"What's going on?" Jane asked softly, her voice sounding as if she was underwater in Bob's ears.

"He's going through seizures," Livvie replied in sort of panic. "We need to get him to the hospital."

Bob made another grunt.

No. No hospitals. Gerard.

"G... Ge..." he tried to say between violent twitches of his body and the overwhelming pounding in his head.

"What was that?" Jane asked, hearing the small noises.

"G..." He choked out desperately, but it was a lost case. He couldn't wake himself up. But he had to keep trying.

"I don't know," Livvie said. "But I'm calling an ambulance. We need to get him back to the hospital."

Jane nodded, looking down at the bearded man, trying to lay a hand on his forehead, covered by his thick bright hair.

The heat was radiating from him, in the depth of his struggle, as he mentally cursed everything that brought him to this situation.

Fucking coma. Fucking doctors. Fucking Jonathan.

Gerard was about to kill himself.

xoxoxoxo

"Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor,
reaching for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
For me it happens all the time...
xoxoxoxo
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone
and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control
and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now..."
xoxoxoxo

Gerard got up from his bed. He was so sick of lying there at this point, his face red, lips chapped, eyes red and stinging from the ocean he must've cried into his pillow in the past few hours.

He glanced at the moon that shone softly through his bedroom window.

The giant rock in the sky was staring right back at him, glowing slowly, boring holes into the man, as if challenging him to do exactly what he had in mind.

He had no reason not to. He got the perfect proof this morning, the sharp proof that Frank hated him.

Gerard succeeded. He protected Frank. The boy loathed him now, and he was willing to go this far just to humiliate Gerard in one of his weakest spot, the place they always shared, the radio station they listened to in their most beautiful moments, back when Gerard convinced him to come dance and they were stuck in their own little world.

Where were those beautiful moments now? Far down in the fire, melting down between the flames and disappearing forever.

That's it. Gerard wouldn't have that anymore. He couldn't stand another single day sobbing his heart out because of Frank. It was over, Frank made it clear how he felt, and Gerard was done.

No more bullshit. No more lies. No more everything. He could get himself in such a peaceful place, right then and there, never have to go through this misery again.

He wouldn't have to face the world anymore, he wouldn't have to regret every single day in the past twenty nine years of his life. He wouldn't feel it, the pain, he wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of his actions ever again.

No Frank. No Michael. No Jonathan. No Her.

NO ONE.

And that possibility seemed so fucking perfect in his messed up mind back then, he just wanted it all to be over. He wanted to shut down every emotion and sensation, he wanted the ache in his heart to go away, he wanted everyone to stop hurting him.

He wouldn't take another humiliation, another one-night-stand, another wave of pure misery.

He had the power to end all this NOW, and he was going to use it.

He ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, not bothering with locking it. What difference would it make, anyway?

He went over to the sink, leaning above it and looking up at his own reflection, into his own dark eyes.

He was still sobbing apparently. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and tears were still making their way quickly down his flushed face.

He looked ugly, he thought. His hair was almost growing past his shoulders, and it was all messy and greasy around his head, the blue stain at the top like a scar, a scar he wanted to have.

His face. His features were skinnier now, his skin was nearly paper white, and his lips were losing their color.

He was a shell of a man. He had nothing to live for anymore, nothing to invest in. What point did this all have? Whatever he will try to make, anything good he would come up with... the world just wouldn't let it be. This was his punishment.

Oh, but he wasn't having any of that tonight. Time to smear one big "fuck it" over everything, take the world's biggest paintbrush and cover all his problems in permanent black.

Nothing would be there to hurt him anymore. He was finally going to get that much needed peace.

xoxoxoxo

"Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
For me it happens all the time..."
xoxoxoxo

He shakily reached for the medicine cabinet, his eyes showing determination even though his body was weak, from all he's gone through lately, and the power of what he was about to do, which didn't sink in fully yet.

He couldn't stand this shit anymore.

He took hold of the nearest bottle of pills, shaking it to see how full it was, and sighing when he found out it was nearly empty.

He put it back and searched for another one.

xoxoxoxo

"It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk
and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control
and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now."
xoxoxoxo

Finally. That bottle was a new one, filled to the top with orange pills that Gerard stared down at blankly.

He wasn't happy to do this. Relieved, but not happy. This was his darkest place, after all, the biggest and quickest decision he made, and he was going to get this over with before he'd even have the chance to regret.

Yet, he continued to stare down at the bottle, his thumb circling the plastic rim slowly as he watched the pills clash together slightly inside, with how shaky and fragile his hold around it was.

This was it. His final minutes. He could think about anything now, say anything, hell, he could scream.

But he didn't do that. He didn't do anything. All he could do was stare, stare at the thing that could be his escape. The perfect escape. A slumber he wouldn't wake up from, just a few minutes of pain, and then an eternity of silence.

Yes. This would be perfect. It would be so perfect. He could finally die.

He hiccuped and wiped his eyes with his free hand. Yes. Finally.

He let the tiniest smile creep on his face.

Nothing. Nothing to break his heart, he wouldn't have to beg for attention.

Gerard sobbed above the bottle, not caring that his nose was leaking and his hair got soaked with his tears.

Because nothing mattered anymore. This was the edge of the cliff, and he was going to jump.

No more of Michael's plan, no more games, manipulations.

Only freedom.

He hiccuped again, slowly lifting the bottle and tilting his head back, the corner of his lips twitching upwards one last time as he opened his mouth, waiting for the small capsules to flood down his throat and redeem him.

xoxoxoxo

"Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all..."

xoxoxoxo

Gasp.

"GERARD, NO!"

xoxoxoxo

"It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone
and I need you now.
And I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk
and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without,
I just need you now..."

xoxoxoxo

The bottle was smacked out of his hand, causing a loud clashing sound to echo through the room...

And everything slowed down.

"I just need you now..."

Gerard's brain couldn't even catch up, wasn't able to process it as strong fingers were wrapped around his wrist, around the same hand that held the bottle just short moments ago, and he was tugged swiftly, causing his body to spin around, meeting a strange figure, and then a pair of arms was wrapped around him and he was pulled into a warm chest, as the person above him was shaking and cradling him protectively.

"Gerard..."

Everything was still slow. Gerard's eyes fluttered open, his orbs moving around tiredly in attempts to realize what was happening.

He felt himself being hugged tightly. He felt the hand that rubbed his back desperately and the fingers that combed through his hair and stroked his face soothingly.

Gerard blinked, still feeling limp in the stranger's arms. He was too exhausted and overwhelmed to pull away and look at whoever it was.

He was so confused.

"Am I... d-dead?" He asked shakily, his voice weak, as his cheek was still squashed against the warm chest, where he could feel the frantic pounding of a heart.

"No," the person above him breathed, still running their hand in Gerard's soft hair. "No, you crazy motherfucker, you're not dead. Oh god."

A pair of lips was kissing the top of his head, pecking it multiple times as the stranger continued to cry quietly, not letting go of Gerard or loosening their grip around the man.

"What the hell were you thinking, Gee?" They asked into his hair, "What the hell was going on in your beautiful mind to make you even... oh god, please don't do this ever again. Oh my god, Gee, I was so scared. I can't lose you Sugar, I just can't."

Gerard took a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he found himself again, and he trembled slightly in the other's arms.

"Jonathan..." he whispered, small tears leaving him once again.

"Shh honey, it's okay. I'm here. Don't do this again love, don't ever fucking... I love you."

Gerard whimpered. Jonathan continued to kiss his head and hold him tightly, as the older allowed himself to join the sobbing and pressed his face into the center of Jonathan's chest.

"You're fucking crazy, Gerard," the young man whispered brokenly, stroking Gerard's hair faster and kissing his cheek.

Gerard sighed silently and shakily as Jonathan pulled him closer by his torso, to press their bodies together, and kissed his head some more.

"Perfect," he breathed into the strands of long black hair, inhaling the familiar scent and rocking Gerard gently from side to side, as the elder cried quietly and nuzzled against the warmth that wrapped his body.

Jonathan waited. He waited for Gerard to calm down, wiping away his own tears before hurrying to get his arms around the older again. He couldn't let go. He wouldn't. He was scared that once he lets go of Gerard, the man would disappear forever.

So he cradled him and rubbed his back and kissed his head, keeping him standing, because no one else would do it for him right now, and Gerard needed someone.

And Jonathan knew exactly what to do when it came to that piece of walking art in front of him.

He opened his glassy eyes and stared forward, as he continued to whisper small words into the other's hair, and swayed him gently from side to side.

He genuinely wasn't expecting this. Sure, he knew even Gerard had his own limits, but the thought of the man actually KILLING himself made Jonathan more than terrified, and he hugged Gerard even tighter.

"I'm here," he said softly and stroked Gerard's hair out of his pale face.

The sobs stopped then, and all that was left was the silence of the room, the tingle of Gerard's lashes as he blinked tiredly against Jonathan's shirt, a firm hand keeping his head pressed onto the covered skin so he could listen to the steady beating of the other's heart.

It was strange. It's been a long time since he's been so close to someone, not to mention hearing heartbeats.

It's like it was new to him. The shock had passed, and now he was left with the sinking thought of what he almost just did.

Pum pum. Pum pum. Pum pum.

He almost killed himself.

Gerard's eyes shot open at that moment. A sudden flood of memories and thoughts rushed into him, and he entered a state that might've been considered by other people as "losing his mind".

Thousands of sensations shot through him. Voices, images, people, so many colors.

He could see it all. Twenty nine years which he almost threw away, he almost died.

His eye-color shifted. A burst of unexpected urges took over him, and he tensed up sharply in Jonathan's arms, causing the man in front of him to furrow his eyebrows in slight confusion and worry.

Gerard looked up. The younger met his gaze, gasping at what he saw yet too frozen to pull away or let go of Gerard's body.

His eyes were glowing red, almost blinding with how strong they shone. The color was back in his face, lips pink and hungry, as his fangs were showing through them. His blown pupils and the constant licking of his lips with his dangerously slow tongue, which gave him the perfect predatory appearance.

Jonathan swallowed. He never saw Gerard like that. Sure, he'd seen him in pretty much every state the man could be in, horny, sad, depressed, upset, furious, happy, crying, laughing, gasping.

But nothing could describe the way the other man looked at him at that moment.

His thin frame became firmer, fists clenching at his sides as he stared up at Jonathan and didn't allow him to break eye contact.

Then, in one swift motion that caught the younger completely off guard, he grabbed the other's hair, nearly tearing it from place with his iron grip, tugged on it harshly, causing Jonathan to cry out in pain, before he was bringing him down into a bruising kiss, putting everything he felt back then into the way his lips pushed against Jonathan's, his hands keeping him in place as he worked his mouth frantically.

Jonathan made a small whimper. He tried to get Gerard to ease his grip on his hair a little, or not kiss him after what he'd just gone through.

"Gerard, w-wait, n-no-"

"Shut the fuck up," his words were cut off by a sharp growl, a voice which he would never recognize if he didn't know it was Gerard who stood in front of him.

Gerard tightened his fists in the other's hair, beckoning him quickly until Jonathan's back met the wall with a loud thud.

"Fuck," he breathed, still held hostage by the force of Gerard's kiss. He braced his hands on the older's chest, doing his best to push him away, but Gerard growled at him and sank his fangs into Jonathan's bottom lip.

Jonathan made a pained noise as Gerard licked the blood from his lower lip, and then shoved his red tongue into the younger's mouth, attacking every inch of him.

"N-no, please, just-"

"Don't pretend like this isn't what you wanted all along," that intimidating growling voice came again, as Gerard's hips started grinding forcefully into his, tangling their legs together. He pressed his fully hard member into Jonathan's thigh, groaning as he threw his head back.

"Wait, Gerard, you need to-"

"Don't fucking talk. I'm getting annoyed," he threatened, and then he was tugging on Jonathan's hair again, so his head was forced backwards, and Gerard made a small hungry noise right before burying his face in Jonathan's neck and sucking hard on every sensitive spot he found.

"Gerard," Jonathan gasped, his eyes filling with tears of pain as the older was leaving deep purple marks along his neck. "P-please. Let me help you get better. You almost committed-"

The lips suddenly disappeared from his neck, he was forced to look back in the pair of glowing eyes, meeting the lust-filled expression on the other's face mixed with violence and animalistic urges.

"Jonathan Lano, I swear, if you don't fuck my brains out right now, I am going to rip your cock off, shove it up my ass and do it myself," Gerard growled, jumping to secure his legs tightly around Jonathan's waist, not breaking his deadly eye contact.

The younger man swallowed, feeling almost frozen as Gerard moaned sensually, putting his face in the crook of Jonathan's neck as his hips bucked desperately.

Now it was starting to look more like old times, with the way Gerard's fingers were tangled tightly in his hair, the feeling of his hard-on pressed up against Jonathan in chase for friction.

Yet he was scared, because he'd never seen the older man like that before, actually dominating Jonathan and threatening him into sex.

He didn't have a choice though, so he raised an eyebrow while Gerard was nibbling at his neck, and grabbed his ass experimentally.

The moan that left the other, the way his body practically melted against Jonathan let him know that he was doing something right.

So he squeezed Gerard's ass tightly as he began carrying him to the bedroom, all along feeling Gerard rut against him rapidly. He put the man down on the mattress gently, and was about to straighten up and undress when a hand suddenly fisted in the front of his shirt, and he was pulled down harshly, dropping between a pair of open legs as the violent lips were back on his, and two impatient hands ripped his shirt off of him, gripping his waist tightly and forcing him down again, to press their lower halves together.

Gerard moaned at the contact and bit Jonathan's lip hungrily, tugging on it and drawing blood, and all Jonathan could do was whimper.

"This is what you wanted from the beginning," he growled against their crimson-covered lips. "Don't you dare to complain."

His fangs dug deeper into Jonathan's lip, and the younger made another noise of discomfort, still being controlled by Gerard's hands for the man's own pleasure, as he rolled his hips up and moaned.

"Now fuck me," he breathed, leaning his head back and biting his lip softly.

Jonathan gave him a concerned look, mixed with the pain in his lower lip, and grinded down against him to keep Gerard on his less violent mode, seeing as it was his best chance for not getting his cock ripped off.

Notes

Honestly my favorite chapter. Ngl. Jonathan is my angel.

Song references:
My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You
Lady Antebellum - Need You Now

Thank you for reading <3