Yeah, Gerard had killed his mother and brother. He hadn't wanted to, really. Those were bad days for him. He wasn't himself. It was partially how he had gotten into the mafia in the first place. They had told him that if he wanted to excel in ranks, he had to kill the two people closest to him. Gerard, being alcoholic and on drugs in those years, hadn't questioned it. He had gone home-after being 'missing' for weeks-and pulled the gun on his baby brother and mother. His mother dropped instantly. His brother, however, had laid there before stilling. Gerard hadn't stayed behind. He couldn't afford being caught by the police.
Gerard could remember times when he and Mikey had sat in Gerard's basement room and read comic books and traded cassette tapes of music they were listening to. Mikey had been the best little brother he could have asked for. He had done anything and everything Gerard had asked when Gerard was fighting his depression. He hadn't bothered him when they were children like most younger siblings did. He was quite the little angel. Of course, to Gerard, he really was an angel now. Gerard had been deeply religious in his teen years and had always told Mikey that the closest thing that Mikey had to a saint was the archangel Michael, leader of God's army or something along those lines. Gerard wasn't sure anymore. He was sure that Mikey was up there right then, frowning at his brother, knowing that Gerard was going to hell for all that he'd done.
Gerard realizes a few moments too late that Frank had begun squirming in his grip. Gerard released him quickly, sending him an apologetic look. Frank's face was asking him, 'What the fuck, man?' but Gerard was still lost in the way his mother had cried when she saw him come through the front door, shaking rain out of his hair. But as she ran to hug him, shouting for Mikey, Gerard had pressed the gun to his mother's temple, tears already flowing down his cheeks. He was so hyped up on drugs and alcohol that he couldn't control what his body was doing. Gerard was trapped in his own body, something he had never thought possible. He watched his finger pull the trigger, sending his mother's brains against the wall and onto Gerard. Gerard had screamed, but it wasn't his voice.
The voice that screamed hadn't been his. It was too high-pitched and joyful to be his. When a second scream pierced the silence following the gunshot, Mikey appeared in Gerard's vision to accompany it. Gerard looked at his hands and then at Mikey, who was stuck. Gerard knew he was torn between running upstairs and hiding and running to his mother's body and his older brother, who was on his knees next to it, still holding the weapon. Mikey had stayed put. Gerard had been sure he wasn't breathing. Gerard wouldn't have been, either.
'GERARD??? EARTH TO GEE.' Gerard's eyes flit quickly across the words as the bang that sent the bullet into his brother's left shoulder rings through is head. Gerard turns to Frank in what feels like slow motion. Gerard sees his brother collapse, twitch a bit and go still. Gerard quickly laughs and picks Frank up, spinning around. Gerard hears Frank 'squeak' before Gerard set shim down and kisses him. Frank is caught off guard. Gerard had zoned out, then out of the blue he picks Frank up and spins him around before kissing him. Frank doesn't question it, though, and more than allows Gerard's tongue to slide into his mouth, urging Frank's out before biting it lightly between his teeth, his hands working on the buttons of Frank's shirt.
Frank won't let it go farther than his shirt, though, because he doesn't want It to happen yet. He still doesn't know everything about Gerard and Gerard doesn't know anything about him. Not to mention, Frank wasn't completely ready to lose It yet. If he did, it would be fucking special.
So he lets Gerard strip him of his shirt and let out a breath at the tattoos that he still had yet to see on Frank's front. Two swallows, diving towards the curly hair that trailed down his stomach and beneath the jeans Frank was in. The flame and 'hope' over Frank's heart made him want to kiss every expanse of skin available to him, but he knew he couldn't. That wasn't how killers worked.
(Sorry it's kinda short :| I'm kinda in a hotel right now, and just wanted to get another chapter out for you all until I go out and about tomorrow. I'll update tomorrow night again, most likely. ^_^)
