Time Stood Still

Frerard

*Frerard*

(Frank Iero + Gerard Way)
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I was patrolling my usual neighborhood. Since I was the rookie cop, I got the neighborhood with the most prostitutes, hobos, and druggies. I didn't mind, though. These people were just trying to survive in the harsh world. Most of them were actually very good, kind-hearted people. Unlike the snobs I see in downtown.

I pulled to the curb and parked my cop car. I exited the vehicle and walked down the maze of alleys common in this part of town. I was playing with the outlines of the bones in my fingers when I heard something not natural.

As fear set in, all of my training had gone out the window. Adrenaline shifted into overdrive as I neared a corner of another alley. I looked around the corner to see a male with blonde hair that had his hand over a woman's mouth. I didn't know what he was doing until I saw her body drop to the ground limply and the bloody knife in his hand. I must've gasped and ran off too loud, because as I was trying to find my way back to my car in the maze of alleys, I heard him running after me. My breathing picked up and I ran faster, hoping to shake him off my tail.

I finally found my car and I jumped in. I started the engine and began to drive away. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw nothing suspicious as the scene got smaller. I sighed shakily as a chill went down my spine.

I drove back to my apartment complex and sat in the car. I could've died. That's definitely something that'll wake you up.

I finally got out of the car and hopped up the stairs and into my apartment. I took my shoes off in my bedroom and put them at the foot of my bed on the floor. As I changed into casual clothes, my gaze was caught at the clock on my wrist. I never believed in them, so when it said that I was about to meet my so-called clockmate, I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

I wanted some coffee, but the adrenaline still pumping through my veins made me settle on tea instead. I put my kettle on the stove and waited for it to boil.

I was startled as the kitchen sink turned on begin me. I quickly turned around and saw him. The man with blonde hair. At my sink. Washing the weapon he used to kill that woman.

He turned around and my gaze caught his. My breathing hitched and I walked back into the corner of my kitchen, my jaw dropped in disbelief as our watches went off in sync. I covered mine and watched as the man neared closer towards me. He had set his knife on the counter next to the sink, so I felt a little safer. But how safe can you feel when you just found out that a murderer in your house is your clockmate?

The man surrounded me and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I grabbed your bumper and skated on my board I found over here, in case you were wondering. Oh. Also, the name's Gerard."

Gerard licked the shell of my ear and I shivered, getting goosebumps. I swallowed and introduced myself.

"F-Frank." I stuttered and squeezed my thighs together, trying to not let the unnoticeable bulge in my jeans grow any larger.

Gerard must've known anyways by the way he smirked. His lips hovered over mine as I tried to steady my breathing. Gerard kissed the corner of my mouth and down my jawline and neck. He began to search for the spot that made me weak. I moaned a little when he found it near my ear. I whimpered as he bit down on it and ran his tongue over the wound.

He gripped my hips and began to roll his pelvis into mine so hard, I was sure I'd have bruises from the counter behind me.

I couldn't take it any longer. I grabbed his blonde hair and pulled his lips onto mine. I bit down hard on his bottom lip. Blood came pouring out, but he trailed kisses down my jaw and neck once more. He pulled off my shirt and kept kissing down my chest. I pulled him back up and pushed him towards the bedroom. I pulled of his shirt and flung it somewhere in the vicinity of my dining room. I pushed him down onto my grey sheets and straddled his hips. Gerard kissed me forcefully and I could taste the blood he made come out of my lip when he bit down. I kissed his neck down to his jeans. I ripped off his jeans and kissed his covered member. Gerard shivered and looked down at me as I peeled off his underwear with my teeth. I kissed the inside of Gerard's thighs and kept teasing him.

Gerard growled and flipped us over. "You have too many clothes on, mister. Time to teach you a lesson."

He walked to my drawers and looked through until he found a couple of ties. He tied my wrists to the bedposts and straddled me. He wiggled off my jeans and quickly pulled down my underwear.

Gerard went back to my drawers and grabbed another tie, but this time he made sure it was black. He tied it around my eyes and the excitement went straight to my dick.

Gerard's hands grabbed my hips and he slowly ground into me. I let out a whimper when he bit down on my lip at the same time. This was torturous.

"Don't prep! Please! Just fuck me!" I cried out.

"Ah, but see... A lesson must be taught. A lesson for the romantics." (MP reference) Gerard laughed and I groaned.

I soon felt his lips wrap around my member and I bucked my hips up. He didn't bob his head. Nope. He hollowed out his cheeks as much as he could and swirled his tongue around my tip and over my slit over and over.

"G-Gerard!" I bucked my hips again.

I heard Gerard sigh. "Your wish is my command."

He gave no warning as he picked up one of my legs and slammed into me. I cried out a cross between a cry of pleasure and pain. There was no steady or slow. All there was was biting, slamming, and no mercy shown.

Gerard kept pounding into me and he wrapped his hand around my member and jacked me off. He started biting so hard on my sweet spot at the same time, I began to bleed. I knew I wouldn't last long, but I didn't expect to be coming into his hand and all over my chest right then and there. The explicit scene must've been enough for Gerard as he slowed down and rode out his high.

He undid my bonds and I took off my blindfold and looked at him.

The one thing I noticed was that he was covered in blotches and smears of blood.

"What's wrong?" Gerard asked me.

"C'mere." I closed the bedroom door and let him peer into the full-sized mirror hanging on the back of it.

We were both covered in red body fluid and I smiled.

"I like it." I said to him.

Gerard nodded and smirked. "Not as much as I like you."

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THIS CHAPTER IS LATE
I KNOW
I HAD FINALS ON MON, TUES & WED
GIVE ME A BREAK