Book Wørm (Frank Iero AU)

The Same, But Vastly Different

Another fancy hotel, but in Pennsylvania.
We fill one back pack with a change of clothes and get settled into our room, again. Something we've done quite a few times, yet somehow, I'm not tired of it. After we shower..individually for once, Frank calls for room service even though it's almost two in the morning.
I lie on the bed with him, resting my head on his lap as he twirls my damp hair between his fingers, "hey, Frankie.." I start.
"Hm?" He looks down at my face.
"What if.." I stop.
"What if...?"
"What if, we had a baby?" He stops twirling my hair.
"Well..." He pauses for a long time.
"I guess we'd figure it out" just then there's a knock followed by someone calling "room service" and Frank gets up to get it.
We sit in bed in sweatpants, eating salads and sandwiches, "so!" Frank starts, smiling through a mouth full of food, sitting with his legs crossed. "How was your first kill?" He lifts an eyebrow.
"Frank, you say it like its a good thing, I thought you said you felt remorse??"
"No!" He shrugs.
"I said YOU make me feel remorse, which you do. But once you kill a few more people you'll get it.." He bites his sandwich.
"Wanna know how it felt?" I lean in.
"Hm?"
"Horrifying."
He jokingly leans in, mocking me,
"Exactly"
"Chance, you gotta admit you felt some kind of power, some kind of superiority over the average, non-murderous human."
"Seeing him, lying there, the life YOU took. YOU robbed."
I think about it for a minute while I eat some more,
"I'm right, huh?" He grins.
"That's why you're quiet, you're afraid of yourself. You're afraid of how good it feels to not know your own strength."
"How are you just pegging exactly how I feel, Frank?" I interrupt him.
"Because I went through all of this years before you. Did you feel like a different person after? Or now?"
"What? Like the whole 'me' thing?" I ask.
He casually nods,
"No, not really. I kind of forget all the small details, I really remember more about you and being concerned about you than I was about killing"
"Huh.." We continue eating.
"Well you did an amazing job, I'm so proud of you"
I can't help but smile, "thank you, Frankie"
(Smut warning)
•••
3am.
The song 'Molly's lips' by Nirvana, one of Frank's favorite bands, plays in the hotel room. *Song in pictures at chapter beginning*
"You're already feeling it a little, babe?"
"Yes!" I hold my face and giggle as I lie on the bed next to him.
"We only took the Molly fifteen minutes ago!" He laughs, pulling me in with his arm to hold me.
We kiss on the bed, him pulling me even harder into him.
"Mmm.." He hums as we kiss.
"Guess what" he grins.
"I loved seeing you kill someone..turned me on a little.." He mumbles into my face.
"Frank, everything turns you on" I push his hair out of his face.
"This might be true, but! I loved it, you looked so fuckin' badass" he squeezes me hard, making me laugh and lose my breath for a second.
"Guess what" I say playfully.
"What" he whispers.
"I think I liked it"
"I knew it.." He kisses my lips again, getting on top of me.
"I can't wait to fuck a murderer" he teases, pulling his shirt off over his shoulders, flexing as he pulls the collar over his face.
"I wanna kill someone again" I say, looking into his eyes innocently, my tone not matching up with my actions.
His eyes light up, "wanna like plan together??"
"Yes!!" I almost yell. He leans over me and kisses me again, but I cut it short,
"I want to get better aim, you're so good, we could be unstoppable together" I playfully yet sensually push my face to his.
"You'll get better every time, Chance." He pulls my shirt off, talking on my lips.
"No one ever gets away with murder these days, though." I mumble.
He pulls my sweatpants down,
"I've done it, it's really easy actually, and it feels even better knowing you've outsmarted all the fucking pigs after you" his voice is hoarse and deep.
"Frank, we can't, remem-"
"Shut the fuck up" he interrupts me with a smile, pulling my underwear off.
He completely seduces me, kissing me on the bed, trailing his hand down to run his fingers over my clit, pushing my head into the pillow and moaning in response, my senses and the feeling of him touching me only heightened by the drugs.
"Oh God, Frank" I gasp, holding onto the back of his neck.
He gasps into my mouth as I bite his lip, the two of us moaning just from us touching each other. He moans my name and I reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, stripping him completely, then he goes back to touching me again, kissing my skin, all we do is moan at the slightest touch, I can't help but giggle and hold his shoulders when he sucks on my neck, leaving red marks, moving down my collar bones and chest, he moans and rocks his hips against me, mumbling and moaning, not going passed foreplay for what must have been an hour, we hardly talk, growing messy before we even do anything, in a haze as the drugs run their course.
He finally pushes into me, closing his eyes, him entering me making me squeal.
I push my hands into the sides of his hair and tug while he thrusts in and out of me, slowly, moving his head with the direction I pull slowly, his mouth hanging open slightly, the sight of what's on top of me turning me on even more. The way he lazily makes love to me teases my insides, I squeeze my legs around his waist and kiss his neck, leaving marks on him too.
"I'm cumming!" I gasp, gritting my teeth, feeling dizzy, grinning as he continues to move in and out of me, not reaching his orgasm yet because of the Molly. He moves into me for awhile and then moves his face down between my legs, using his mouth on me, my back arches and I push my hands through his long hair while he goes down on me until he moves back up and we just kiss each other, rolling all over the bed, our hair completely messed up and our bodies glistening with sweat.
"I love you, Chance" he whispers into my ear, biting my ear lobe and then kissing down my neck, kissing my lips and moving back into me, caressing my body then picking up his pace, making it hard for me to answer, gasping,
"I love you too, Frank" he finally finishes, the first time for him, but I've lost count for me.
Once we finally get off of each other and lie under the sheets, the room has a slight pinkish orange hue.
We went for hours.
•••
Frank's alarm clock is me on my knees in the bathroom, still naked, puking in the toilet.
"Whoa, you alright babe??" He almost falls as he slips his sweatpants over his naked lower half and then holds my hair, rubbing my back.
"Yeah..I'm, I'm fine."
I stand up and Frank helps me get dressed, then I brush my teeth and wash my face, staring at myself in the mirror.
"Frank" I call.
"Yeah?" He comes back in the bathroom.
"I think I'm pregnant" I turn to look at him.
He laughs, "I don't think it happens that fast, princess."
"No, not from this time.." I hold my stomach.
"Really, what are we gonna do if I am pregnant?"
"I told you, we'll figure it out" he smiles, seemingly unaffected by the situation.
"You wouldn't leave me?" I stare at him.
His face turns serious, "why on earth would I do that? I would never. Having a baby with you would never be a bad thing." He hugs me.
•••
"I don't think you should do this, given your..state.." Frank pushes his hair behind his ear.
"The baby.." He starts
"Hey, we don't even know if there IS a baby, Frank"
He nods and sighs.
"I can't believe I'm the one that has to convince you to do shit like this now, huh?" I grin.
We pull down our ski masks, shooting another two employees just before they were about to close the convenience store, same as before.
Frank ends ones man's life in two shots, and it takes me three, but they're both down, we run to the back of the store to find the safe, Frank holding me behind him, quickly pointing his gun in doorways as he walks.
"Police!!" A man yells in a stern voice, completely freezing me in place.
Frank runs forward a few steps and turns the corner.
"Freeze!" He yells, but Frank shoots him without hesitation, the sound of his body hitting the ground following right after.
"You just shot a fucking cop!!" I yell.
"I don't care" he mumbles, rummaging through desks and boxes in the back, stepping over the dead body like it isn't even there, shooting things that were locked to get to what he needed, then he runs to the front, and I follow right after, holding a huge white canvas bag open for him to drop stacks of money and other things into, then he grabs my arm and shoots out the three lights on the ceiling, pulling me through the pitch-black store, running way faster than me to the truck parked in a tucked away, dark spot.
"Come on!" He yells, turning his head back as he runs.
When we slam the car doors he takes off without the lights on, driving extremely fast. I pull his mask off for him, leaving his hair messy and hanging in his face, his big eyes peering out at the road through the strands of hair, turning on his headlights and returning to a normal speed.
We drive passed a huge lot of an abandoned mall, then he slams on his brakes and pulls in, turning his headlights off and pulling in between two halves of the used to be mall.
"Alllriighttt" he reaches back and pulls out his usual small metal box of goodies.
He takes two joints out of a plastic bag and hands me one, the dials on his radio and speedometer lights being the only light on his face.
"What about the baby, Frank?" I tease.
It's dark but I can still see him smile,
"It isn't far enough along yet" his face suddenly gets illuminated by the lighter in front of his mouth. He reclines his seat back and hands me his lighter, then I copy him.
He holds my hand and smokes with his other hand, occasionally coughing together and giggling at the gruesome thing we just did, listening to music, just relaxing in the smoke-filled car after taking three people's lives, one cop and two employees.
And feeling hardly anything for it.