The Light Behind Your Eyes (Frerard AU)

Prolouge

"Frank, c'mon! It's not even scary!" Brendon called to the shorter boy, looking down the alleyway with wide eyes as he took in the dull grey of the walls and pipes.
Frank Iero was barely 8, and a lot shorter than his younger friend Brendon (who wasn't 8 for another 5 months) but that hardly mattered, as it was pretty clear that the young heir to the Urie fortune was perfectly capable of looking after himself in Frank's eyes.
Brendon Urie was pretty short (and pretty odd) for his age, but he was taller than Frank by quite a bit. His hair was stuck in place with styling gel, but he always messed it up when he and Frank were playing. He had a bunch of teeth missing and was rarely ever seen without plasters and bandages around his arms and legs from his many 'adventures'.

Frank Anthony Iero was completely different
His hair was limp and stuck to his head, while his clothes usually hung off of one shoulder due to the fact he was just short. He was a pretty bratty child at times, but he was honestly good at heart.
Or that's what he heard his parents say whenever he was being a little bitch.

"No Brendon! I don't wanna!" Frank complained, throwing his toy gun on the floor and folding his arms.
The younger boy visiting from Nevada sighed and ran back over to Frank, picking up the older boys gun then tugging Frank behind him as he approached the alleyway again
"C'mon! The bad guys went down here. We're the police, remember? We gotta go get em!" Brendon said, stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out the cardboard police badge that one of Frank's older sisters had helped them make.

"Bren no! It's scary..." Frank whined, tugging his arm away from Brendon, who just pouted,

"You're no fun! Imma go all by myself!" He said, a small whistle escaping his mouth through the rather large gap between his two front teeth.

Frank folded his arms again and huffed, watching Brendon go and muttering to himself.
"Stupid mormon..." He muttered. He knew Brendon was a mormon...though he had no idea what a mormon was... He'd just heard his mother calling Mrs. Urie a 'stupid mormon' over the phone.

"Bren...!" Frank called after a few moments of silence. The shorter boy shifted his body and shuffled his feet from side to side before sighing and chasing after Brendon down the ally.
Stupid mormon.

"Brendon!" The shorter boy called, running as fast as his little legs would carry him. He came to a halt when he caught up with his friend and sighed.

"Hey Frank!" He said happily, looking around the ally again.

"Bren, c'mon... I don't like this..."

"You scared..?" The taller boy questioned, raising an eyebrow and smirking with a small giggle.

"No! I'm not scared of anything!"

"Yeah you are!" Brendon cheered, laughing as he pointed at the older boy.

"Shut up!" Frank yelled, pushing his friend by the shoulders, sending the younger onto the floor.
Brendon stood up and put his hands on franks shoulders, pushing the shorter boy, who immediately started pushing back; soon enough, they were both on the floor, rolling about and collecting the dust off the ground and rubbing it into their clothes, which sucked since Frank had dust allergies.

They only stopped when they rolled into something tall and thin. Brendon (who was in top of Frank at this point) looked up to see a man, dressed in full black. He climbed off his friend and stood up, tugging the shorter boy up with him.

"Um... Hi mister..." Brendon tried nervously as he pushed Frank behind him. It was no secret that Brendon was the braver of the two, but Frank could fend for himself. After all, he was 8, not 7. He was a big boy now, right?

Frank tugged Brendon's wrist and started walking them both backwards slowly.
"Um... We're gonna get going..." Frank said, then took Brendon's wrist and started running, but was blocked at both sides.

The two young boys stood back to back now, hand in hand as they looked around nervously.
Frank felt the sweat from Brendon's hand on his own, hearing his younger friends breath start quickening.
Brendon had 'anxiety' as his mother called it, though Frank never knew what it meant, all he knew it that it caused Brendon to not be able to breath at times, and that was definitely one of those times.

The men started closing in around the two boys, and Brendon was full on hyperventilating now, shaking like crazy.
Frank took a firm grip on his friends hand and started running, just dodging the man in their way now.

Everything else was a blur to the 8 year old, it was almost as if he'd blinked and time had skipped, because he was at the end of the alleyway, but there was no Brendon with him.

But Frank could hear him. Brendon was screaming his heart out, voice scratchy and breaking as a string of
"No,"s and "Please,"s and "Stop!"s filled the empty streets.

Frank darted back down the alleyway, falling flat on his face a few times, as the screams became less and less loud, fading into whimpers, moans and grunts, but the crying could still be heard.

And when Frank darted around the corner, he was the last thing he ever
thought he'd see.

Frank Iero has always wondered how two men had sex, but now it was all sort of clear to him.
In fact, he learned how 3 men have sex...

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