Frank was stuck back at the headquarters. Gerard had insisted that the deal they were doing was too dangerous for even Frank, a bodyguard, to attend. He had Matt-Pelissier-accompany him. Bob-Bryar-and Brian-Schecter-were with him as well. All the other people there were ordered off on little odd chores around the city. That left Frank and James there.
It wasn't that Frank didn't like James, it was just that Frank didn't want to know him that well. James was an enjoyable person, don't get him wrong, but he was big and burly. He frightened Frank. Not to mention, had James not spilled that coffee on Frank, he and Gerard would have been off to a better start. The cuts on Frank's back had almost completely faded to scars by then. The scars weren't even that noticeable-Frank had to strain to see them in the mirror.
Whenever he and Gerard had been in bed with only jeans or sweatpants on, Gerard had a habit-it was more of a ritual that Gerard felt he had to do-of gently turning Frank onto his stomach and pressing a kiss to each part of Frank's back that he saw with a scar. Whether the scar was Gerard's doing or not, he would let his lips rest on it. Frank loved it. Gerard cared. He knew Gerard cared, but the way he was so gentle with Frank just proved to Frank even more that Gerard cared about him.
The night before when Gerard had done this, Frank had snatched his notebook off of the nightstand, along with a pen, and began to write down something that had never crossed his mind before. Gerard had continued with kissing Frank's back, occasionally blowing cold air over the areas that were still wet from his kisses, sending shivers up Frank's spine.
"What're you writing, Frankie?" Gerard had murmured, nibbling on Frank's earlobe. Frank covered it and closed his eyes. He was a sucker for ear nibbling, what could he say? Gerard had given a breathy laugh and kissed the shell of Frank's ear. Frank knew that Gerard had to be straddling his waste to be in the position he was in. Frank shifted slightly, turning his head to look at Gerard as he smiled. Frank shrugged and handed the notebook to Gerard.
"Yes, Frank, I do paint. How'd you know?" He asked, nuzzling his nose against Frank's neck. Frank smiled and kissed Gerard's cheek, pointing to the desk in the far corner of the room. Gerard nodded slowly. Frank took the notebook from Gerard's hands once more.
When he handed it back to Gerard, the older of the two laughed, kissing Frank full on the lips. Frank smiled and kissed back, turning over so he was on his back. Gerard lifted Frank's legs. Frank immediately let Gerard press Frank's knees to Gerard's hips, still kissing him. Gerard was bent over on his knees with Frank's legs on his hips, Frank's arms around his neck, Frank's tongue fighting his.
Then James had had to knock on the door. Gerard let out a deep groan and pulled slowly away from Frank, tugging on Frank's bottom lip lightly. He turned his head towards the door.
"What is it?" He called with the voice that hurt Frank's ears. It was a harsh one that Frank hated hearing. James had called back, "Is it alright if I come in, sir?" Gerard let out a deep sigh and swore under his breath. Frank felt a blush already creeping up his neck and into his cheeks as he turned away from the door. The door opened and Frank heard James shuffling awkwardly.
"Sir... Uh, I understand you will be leaving early in the morning, but would it be-I mean... Bryar and Schecter wanted to talk to you about something. They said it was important. Something about an archangel...?" Frank was just as confused as James sounded. Out of the corner of his eye, Frank saw Gerard nod slowly.
"Alright, tell them I'll be there in a bit. Also tell them that they're grown men, they can come to speak to me in person." He said as James nodded and turned. When the door was closed again, Gerard had sighed, rested his head in the crook of Frank's neck. "Sometimes I hate being in charge. But it means I get you all to myself... So I guess it has its perks." He said, pressing soft kisses to Frank's tattooed flesh.
The kisses eventually got harder and more seductive and Frank felt his breathing quicken as Gerard hit the spot on his neck that sent him crazy. Gerard nipped at the skin, loving the little pants that came from the smaller man beneath him.
"Frank!" Frank is ripped from his memory of the happenings of the previous nights when James bursts into Gerar- their room. Frank barely looked up from the desk in the corner. He was miserable. He hadn't realized just how much time he spent with Gerard until he was gone. "Frank!" James shouted again, shutting and locking the door behind him. Frank was worried.
The worst ideas flashed through his head as James ran over to him. Frank quickly scribbled down a few words on his notebook. 'WHAT'S WRONG, JAMES???" He asked, underlining the words a few times. James smiled and produced a small knife from behind his back. Before Frank could do anything, James had driven it into Frank's thigh. He left it there and stood back, watching as Frank fell from the chair he had been sitting in and onto the floor. James smiled as the door opened and another man came in.
Frank couldn't get a good look at the man. He had a ski mask on. He brought a heavy, blunt object down on Frank's head. His last thought was of Gerard promising him the previous night that no harm would ever come to him. 'Over my dead body.' he had said. Frank's heart filled with dread as everything faded to black.
