In Death We Shall Cry For You

I'll Remember You In The Fall

It was in the fall when the funeral was held. The crisp orange, red and yellow leaves drifted to the ground in the soft autumn breeze as Gerard gripped my hand, both our eyes trained on the coffin as it was lowered into the ground. Gerard turned and pressed his face to my shoulder and sobbed, a horrible sound that made my heart burn and more tears come.

He wasn't the same since.

And I fear he'll never become my Gerard again.

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Three years later

"Frank! Hey come see this!" Gerard called out for me from the dining room. I was upstairs putting some clean clothes away in drawers. "Please Frankie, c'mon I'm actually pleased about it!"

I laughed and jogged down the stairs, heading for the dining room where Gerard held various sheets of paper, hazel eyes scanning them closely.

"What is it?" I asked curiously, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind and peering over his shoulder.

Gerard giggled and held them out. I felt a sinking feeling when I saw a familiar figure he had drawn. I knew it so well, seeing them again - even like this - felt like my heart was being ripped in two.

"What do you think?" Gerard questioned. "Mikey gave me the idea the other day, being a great brother he is, and I finally did it.... what do ya think?"

I smiled quickly at him. "Its good, I like it."

"You sure?.... You don't seem certain." Gerard's lip quivered subtly.

I pressed my lips to the tip of his nose. "Its amazing, but not as amazing as my GeeBear."

Gerard slapped me.

I cried out, hand clutching my burning cheek; the pain was unbearable. I looked at Gerard with watery eyes, my breath catching in my throat. Why this? Why now?

"Lies," Gerard hissed at me, hand curling in my hair as he tugged me in front of him. "You're a fucking liar."

I didn't say anything and Gerard's hands unbuttoned my shirt, ripping it from my body.

"And do you know what I have to do now?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head cautiously. Gerard unzipped my jeans and removed them.

"Why I have to teach them a fucking lesson, don't I?"

Gerard turned me around and then took my boxers off me. I gulped when I heard his belt being unbuckled, then I felt the sharp sting as it hit my thigh.

I gasped as Gerard chuckled ever so quietly. "I'm feeling generous so just ten.... unless you disobey me again."

I nodded and Gerard hit me nine more times with his belt before he threw it to the ground. I heard fabric drop to the floor before I felt him push into me.

He moaned as he began to thrust harder and harsher, his artist fingers trailing up my skin and making it tingle with lust and want. Need. I need him.

"Moan for me," Gerard whispered into my ear, sucking and nipping at my neck.

See the thing is that I'm Gerard's toy; he uses me. I never used to mind as much, my love for him blinding me. But then things spiralled out of control as the funeral took place. Gerard's sanity is weak; his mental capability suffered. The loss of his beloved family member shook him greatly.

And he takes his pain out on me.

Gerard thrusted in, hitting my prostate, making me moan loudly. He laughed randomly, pulling me against him.

"You're mine," he whispered. "All mine, Frankie."

He then pounded faster and faster, both of us moaning loudly, Gerard's hand snaking round to jack me off and then we both came.

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"You do like the drawing right?" Gerard asked me later, hazel eyes soft and round in the moonlight that was shining in through the bedroom window.

"I love it, Gee.... but -"

"Why is there always a but?!" Gerard cried, wrapping into a ball as I hugged him.

"Gee.... Mikey passed away three years ago."

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Three years earlier

"Why did he have to die, Frank?" Gerard asked me as we walked away from the funeral and its wake. "Did he not love me anymore?"

I shook my head. "No Gerard, never ever think that. Mikey.... it was just his time, baby. He had to."

Gerard nodded and stopped walking. I tugged on his hand to get him to move but he wouldn't budge an inch.

"Gee? What's wrong?"

He raised a shaky hand and pointed it up the street. I looked and frowned.

"Its Mikey! Can't you see him, Frank? He's right there!" Gerard squealed excitedly, clapping his gloved hands together.

I raised my gaze back up the street but yet again, I saw nothing.

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Three years later

"Hey Frank? Can you get the door?" Gerard called to me from the kitchen, where he was preparing dinner. I stood up from the sofa and wondered why I hadn't heard anything but I guess I do get lost in my own thoughts at times.

I pulled the front door open and expected there to be the postman or a crazy neighbour. But there wasn't.

No way did I expect Michael James Way, who had died three years previously, to be on my doorstep.

"Hi Frank. Is Gee there?" He asked with a shy smile playing on his lips, his glasses reflecting the sunlight.

And Gerard came to the door.

And Gerard went with him for a few hours.

But Gerard never came home.

And that was how the Way brothers ceased to exist.