My Chemical Ferard

Curious memories that shall never come back.

WARNING; SLIGHT SEXUAL CONTENT NEAR THE END OF THIS CHAPTER NOTHING TOO BAD BUT STILL THOUGHT I SHOULD TELL YOU GUYS
Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob had no idea what to do. Frank was haywire. That in itself was bad, but what Gerard was most afraid of was how the Nest would react. They quietly whispered there ideas so they wouldn't wake up Frank, who was sleeping still tied up in the chair.
"They'll call him a traitor." Mikey said quietly, with a long sigh.
"They'll probably want us to kill the poor dude." Ray said, remorse clear in his voice. Bob didn't say anything, he just glared at the wall. Gerard ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
"I'm not gonna let them hurt him, maybe they'll understand?" Gerard didn't sound so sure.
"Gerard we all know you don't believe that they'll greet him with open arms." Mikey said, staring up at his brother. Gerard groaned and put his face in his hands. There voices remained low and hushed.
"Might I remind you we should also be looking at fixing him as well as returning him to the group." Bob said, finally speaking up.
"We don't know how. It's BLi technology, way out of our league." Retorted Mikey.
"And we don't know how they'll react to Frank...I mean they welcomed back Gerard." Ray said motioning to Gerard, who was still miserably sitting in the corner with his head in his hands.
"That's because they knew where I was and that I wasn't a Scarecrow." Gerard mumbled.
"Dude you were in space with a giant pink bear." Mikey snorted.
"Lola isn't a bear, she's an alien." Ray corrected.
"Where is Lola anyway?" Bob asked looking around. Bob would never say it out loud, but the fuzzy pink alien really gave him the creeps.
"With the ship." Gerard responded. They all nodded then went silent, sinking into there own thoughts. Mikey thinking about if Lola had alien powers that could help Frank, Ray thinking about they would present that Frank was alive, bob thinking about wether or not he could get over his fear of Lola, and Gerard thinking about he could get the love of his life back to him.
I literally got shot into the sky, I went through hell and back just trying to come back to him, and he's not even here...
The whole ordeal hurt a lot over all. It made him angry, frustrated, devastated, and over all sucky. It didn't help that every time he looked at Frank his heart still skipped a beat. Gerard was still so hopelessly in love with him. And it increased the pain by a ten-fold.
It was then that Gerard relived the moment that never left his mind.
Frank died in my arms...not just unconscious Frank...my Frank, died right there. He died thinking he'd lost me. My Franks last words were that he loved me.
Gerard stood up and slammed his fist into the wall. Mikey and Ray jumped slightly and Frank stirred, blinking and sitting up. He stared at them for a moment then frowned, moving his neck around trying to crack it. Something looked like it was bothering him but no one dared ask what was wrong.
"You guys are gonna give me escoliosis, my back is killing me." Frank said, desperately trying to stretch, to no avail.
"Your back should be the least of your worries right now." Mikey responded.
"Just kill me already, I'm already dying of boredom." Gerard looked at him for a quick moment, then wordlessly left the room. Gerard did what he normally did in situations like this, he took a walk. He walked around the empty shacks, seeing as everyone was out on an important mission. Gerard let out a sigh and sat in the shade of one of the shacks.
"P-Party?" A voice said near him. Party looked up to see a tall, lanky, girl with blond hair tied messily in a side braid with her bangs flopping over her eyes. Tiger Lily. Party smiled at her, which surprised him, after today he didn't think he'd ever be able to smile again.
"I...uh...heard that you were back, thought I'd come see for myself." She said, her cheeks flushing slightly. Gerard could tell she was barely containing the urge to jump into his arms and hug him to death. Before Gerard had been shot into the sky, while he was still Party Poison, he had thought she was one of the most beautiful things alive. This was while he was still denying his feelings for Frank, but he had actually liked her quiet a lot. She was brave, beautiful, funny, and a great fighter. Gerard still admired her to this day, but now as a friend. She walked over to him and sat next to him.
"What the hell happened to you?" She asked, her honey sweet voice filling his ears. Gerard didn't realize how much he missed her until right then.
"It's a very long story." Gerard responded, looking up at the sky.
"And the others? Did they..."
"Kobra and Jet did."
"And..." She stared up at him and Gerard lowered his eyes to meet hers. She had been the first to know about him and Frank. She had squealed with joy and wouldn't stop smiling that entire day. Now that grin was gone and was replaced by a concerned look.
"He...he...uh..." Before Gerard could help it, tears started to fall out of his eyes. She muttered an
"Oh shit." And pulled him to her. Gerard sobbed quietly into her shoulder. They stayed there until it got dark and then she walked him back to his shack. She hugged him tightly then let him go inside.
Frank was having a dream. It was a nightmare really. Well, to him it was. Frank was still tied to the chair when Gerard walked in. Frank was ready for the snarky words he would share with him, then noted he looked entirely different. He looked like his old self, with long ,deep red hair, and the feral, rebellious gleam in his eyes. He wasn't wearing the suit either, instead he was wearing a black tank top and black skinny jeans. His face wore a smirk as he walked up to Frank.
"Hi Frankie." He said, his voice smooth and confident.
"Hello Gee." Frank said putting as much venom as he had into the words. Gerard walked behind him and Frank could feel his breath on the back of his neck.
"You're breaking the personal bubble." Frank growled.
"Ya know, when you were one of us, we didn't have "personal bubbles."" Gerard got closer, and Frank started to squirm. Gerards lips were practically on Franks ear and he felt arms wrap around him from behind.
"I could do this." Gerard whispered, running his fingers along Franks arms. Frank tried to tell him to screw off and get the hell away from him, but his voice was caught in his throat.
"I could do this." His lips grazed Franks ear lobe then went down to his neck, kissing and biting gently on the side. Frank was screaming at himself not to enjoy it, that he hated this guy, THAT HE WASNT EVEN GAY. But, to Franks devastation, a small moan slipped out of his lips. Gerard grinned against his neck and stood up and walked to Franks front. Gerard grinned like a Chesire cat.
"I know you remember Frankie." Gerard wrapped his arms around Franks neck and tugged his hair back, giving him better access to his neck. Gerard began to suck gently under his jaw and below his ear.
"I know you remember this." He whispered against his ear before tugging on the lobe with his teeth. Frank liked this. He hated that he liked it. He hated that so much it was tearing apart his insides. But he liked it. Gerard bit down on his collar bone and Frank groaned. Gerard worked his way up his neck and his lips were hovering over Franks.
"You still love me Frankie."
Frank woke up gasping.
no. No. No. No. NO. NO. NO. EW. GROSS. You did not just like that dream, he's disgusting, he stands against everything you are and everything you love. YOU DONT LOVE HIM. No. No. No. You can not have these dreams about him. He's evil. That's like wanting satan.
But Frank knew it meant something. He knew something happened that he had forgotten. He didn't want to know, but he just felt it.
I used to be in love with him.