Gerard and Frank Discover the Secrets of the Universe

TRIGGER WARNING i'll leave a summary in the note

It's the Monday back to school, and we're nearly out. Frank and I are going on a date tonight, at a bowling alley. He keeps on telling me that he's really good, and I'm eager to see if he's telling the truth or not. Yes, we live together, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't go on dates.

His cuts have mostly healed by now, and I haven't seen him shirtless since Friday night. I'm not too sure that I want to.

The bell rings, and the class begins picking up their items, but I'm already out the door. I plan on meeting him by his locker. Tonight is going to be so fun. I wonder if he's up for a blowjob-

"Hey, baby."

I back up against a bare wall, desperate to get as far away as possible from Bert. He smiles at me, a real, genuine smile. I clutch my books to my chest, trying to tell him to leave me alone. "You've been troubling me, Gee baby. You see, you've been avoiding me. So why don't you make things easy for yourself, and your beloved Frankie, and follow me."

I decide to take a risk. "And if I don't?"

Bert leans into me, his lips an inch from my ear. "You'll never hear Frank moan again. Or speak, for that matter."

He's going to cut out his vocal chords. Bert is fucking messed up. I can't even see why I would date him in the first place. "Do we have a deal?" He whispers, making my the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't shiver under his touch. I shouldn't follow him. But if I don't, Frank will be hospitalized.

I nod, looking towards the lockers. "Please, Bert. Can I text him, or leave a note? I'm his only way home, and I- I-" At this point tears are free-flowing from my eyes. Bert shakes his head, resting his arm on my shoulder. "Please! What will he do? I need to tell him that I can't pick him up!"

His hand slaps across my face, leaving a red mark and a stinging sensation on my cheek. "No, you slut!" He yells. I look around, hoping he got someone's attention, but everyone is long gone. "Let's go have some fun." He says, walking me to the back doors. I begin hyperventilating, looking up to whatever God can help me now.

the frigid air bites my bare skin, making me shiver under my jacket. I look back to the doors. hoping someone will come rushing out to save me. But this is real life. No fairy godmother is going to come to my aid like they do in fairy-tales.

Bert opens the door to his car, shoving me in and closing the door. I cross my arms, looking straight ahead. I hear Bert talking, but I tune him out. I'm going to need to tune a lot of things out over the next few hours. It occurs to me that I can text Frank. I look over to Bert, my hand slowly reaching into my pocket to pull out my phone. My eyes flicker to the screen, typing in Halloweens date and then opening messages.

bert got me. call t

"Get off your fucking phone! What did I say about texting him?" He yells, and I cower away from him. As he pulls into the driveway that I know too well, he wrenches the phone from my cold fingers. "You text about Smashing Pumpkins?" He asks, turning off my phone and sticking it in his pocket.

I get out of the car, following him through the front door with my head bowed. As soon as he closes the door and locks it, he launches himself onto me. I'm taken aback, falling to the wall. I attempt to not move, to not kiss back, but he shoves his hand down my pants, grabbing me upfront. I gasp, and nearly choke when he shoves his tongue down my throat.

"Take off your clothes!" He commands, and my hands rest on the hems of my shirt. After thinking, I remove my hands and back away, making a run for the back door. I make it to the kitchen before Bert tackles me, flipping me over and stepping on my back.

"No!" I gasp, using all of my strength to get back up, but he's putting half of his body weight on my spine. I feel him reaching around my front, unzipping my jeans and pulling them down. A few tears go down my cheeks before I close my eyes.

- - -

After Bert's fifth round of fucking, I'm huddled in the corner of his room, practically sobbing. Each time he went raw. No lube, no condoms, but I'm pretty sure he didn't give me any STD's. He would have told me, right? Each time I've tried to stand up, that fucking ache shoots through my spine, making me double over and fall back down. Plus, I don't know where my clothes are, and I am not borrowing his.

I think back to when he put my phone in his pocket and to his discarded jeans. If I can get up to them, I can call 911. My hand reaches up to a dresser, pulling myself up to a standing position. Bert has fallen asleep, so there is a chance I could get out. Step by step, I make my way to the door, opening and closing it.

Down the stairs is easier. I'm to where he first tackled me in two minutes, and searching through his jeans. There's a wallet, earbuds, and two phones. I take his phone, turn on Siri, and order her to call 911. When I open my phone I see about a hundred missed messages from Frank, Mikey, my mom, my dad, and even Ray. With my phone, I text Frank. Nearly two and a half hours have passed since school got out.

bert got me and took me to his house. im calling 911

I finish attatching my location and send the message right as 911 picks up.

"911, what's your emergency?" A friendly sounding lady asks.

"Keep it down," I whisper, "My ex boyfriend took me to his house and raped me. He's asleep right now."

"Okay, sir, I want you to stay calm. Hide, help will be there in five minutes. Stay on the phone, and what are your names?"

"I'm Gerard Way. He's Bert McCracken. M-C-C-R-A-C-K-E-N." I limp to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. "Tell me when they get here; I'm not near a window." She agrees, and the line goes silent. My phone dings, and I curse myself for not putting it on silent. I check my notifications, almost smiling when I see a text from two minutes ago, from Frank.

shit, Gerard. is there anything I can do? please tell me that help is on the way!

it will be okay soon, frankie. 911 will be here in 3 minutes.

I open the bathroom door, picking up my clothes and locking the door again. I slip on my underwear, then jeans, then shirt. When I hear footsteps. "Miss, I think he's coming. "Yeah, he's- He's here!" I say, staring at the door that Bert is banging on. "What did I say, dumbass?" He yells.

"The police are here. We'll come get you."

I hear someone yelling, a loud thud, and then a zap. Bert screams, and I think he falls to the floor. Someone softly asks, "Can you open up? We'll take you home." I hesitantly unlock the door, turning the knob and letting the door swing open. I hand the officer Bert's phone, telling him what it is. He takes it, handing it to a fellow officer.

I shakily step over Bert's limp body, taking the hand that my officer held out. We walk from the scene, and I nearly trip over the thresh-hold. Outside I see a familiar car pulled up. with a beautiful face peeking out of it.

"Gee!" Frank yells, rushing out of the car. I let go of the officers hand, slowly limping towards him. He meets me in the middle of the lawn, wrapping his arms around me. I gasp, slightly whimpering before he loosens his grip. "I'm so sorry, I should have met you by the lockers, but you're okay now!" He smiles, his eyes tearing up. I attempt to smile, but soon burst into tears and bury my face in his shoulders.

"It was so bad!" I whimper, tears soaking through Franks shirt. "He did it f-five times, and it hurt so much! It was raw!" My words are separated by sobs, and my fingers tangle themselves in his grown out hair. "I hate him so, so much." I make an effort to catch my breath, relaxing in his arms.

"A finger taps on my shoulders. and I look away from Frank to see the man that helped me out of the house. "I hate to interrupt, but we need to ask some questions. Would you mind?" He gestures back to a can, smiling at me. "Your friend can watch, if you would like."

I look back at Frank, who nods. The officer leads us back to the van, and I lean into Frank's ear. "If you need to leave any time, feel free. I'm not sure if you will want to hear this." He nods again, and we step into the van. The officer gestures for us sit down, and Frank sits behind me on a spare chair.

"Could you start with describing before and after? I don't need you to go into specifics about in between."

"Well, I guess I'll start with how he confronted me after class. He stalled me until everyone was gone. Then he said to follow him, and if I didn't, he would rip out Frank's–my boyfriend's–vocal chords. So I had to. He took me to his house, and then it began.

"He did... it... to me five times. Then he fell asleep, and I went upstairs to where he put our phones. I called 911 with his phone, and texted Frank with mine. I locked myself in the bathroom after that, and when Bert woke up and came to get me, the police came and tazed him."

"And, did you think to call 911 in the car, and I explain that I did, and tried, but he took my phone before I could.

"Alright, thank you. We will call your family for further questioning."

- - -

Back at home, the family is eating dinner together. And that includes Frank. Clockwise, the order is me, Frank, mom, dad, and Mikey. I really hope no one talks. I don't want to talk about it.

The chimes of silverware touching plates is the only sound in the air, and I keep exchanging nervous glances with Frank and Mikey. I eagerly finish my salad, standing up and putting the plate in the dishwasher, then limping downstairs. I don't want to see anyone but Frank Iero at the moment.

Speaking of him, he opens the door, closing and locking it behind him. He leans against the door, waiting for me to make the next move. I want to prove to him that I have one feeling for Bert: Hatred. So I limp forward, our lips colliding and my hand moving to the back of his neck. His hands rest on my waist, holding me against him. We've been practicing something, Frank working out every day to prepare for it.

I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands move from my waist to my ass, then he begins walking towards the bathroom. I move my lips to his jaw, sucking and licking along his jawline. He lets out a quiet moan, and slams me against the shower wall. I unwrap my legs closing the door and starting to strip. "Don't let me think of anything except you." I say, smashing my lips against his. We make out for a few moments, then breaking apart to strip. I take off my underwear, backing us into the shower. He pulls the curtain shut, and I turn on the water.

I begin trailing down his chest, kissing and leaving love bites every other inch. I soon end up on my knees, and I don't hesitate to sink onto him, licking up his dick. He lets out a loud moan, his fingers burying themselves in my overgrown hair. My fingers stroke his base while I bob my head, and I taste a little pre-cum on my lips.

"Baby, I'm close." He whimpers, and I barely hear him over the water pounding down on our skin. I look up to his closed eyes before digging my tongue into the slit, feeling the delicious, salty cum flood my mouth. Once I've swallowed, I stand back up and jack myself off. Each stroke sends a jolt through my body, and soon I'm moaning. One more stroke and I cum over my hands, the milky liquid soon washing off.

Frank takes my hands, smiling at me. "I love you. Don't ever forget." He says, and I lightly kiss him on the nose. "I love you too, cinnamon."

Notes

ew rape
ugh im sorry but I had to its a key to the plot
summary:
so bert confronts Gerard after class, and says that he'll cut out Frank's vocal cords unless he follows him. so bert takes Gerard to his home and then raped him five times (wow)

when bert fell asleep, gee went upstairs to where bert had their phones. he called 911 and texted frank. then bert came looking for it and the police had to taze him.