leATHERMØUTH -frerard-

Bodysnatchers 4 Ever

"Could you get anymore blood on you?" I said with more annoyance than intended, wiping the dried fluid off of him. He smiled back at me, giggling just a bit.

"I couldn't help it! It was just so... pretty." He gushed, pulling the hand holding the washcloth down to his thigh, yanking me down with it, licking his lips suggestively, "But not as pretty as you."

He lifted his head up and kissed me, slow and sweet. I knelt down beside him, keeping our lips locked. His hands moved from his lap to my shoulders and the back of my neck,  inhaling deeply before pulling away, lips raw, "I love kissing you." He rested his forehead against mine, eyes closed and voice low, "Feels like ecstasy."

"I'd be a lot better if you weren't covered in someone else's blood." I smirked, pulling away and continuing my clean up job. He sighed and rolled his eyes, "You don't smell like yourself."

"I could say the same with you. You were drenched in a mix of things and did you see me complaining?" He glared playfully, swatting my hand away when I tried to clean under his shirt. He stood up and started the water in the tub, "I'm gonna take a shower, okay, love?" I nodded and he went back to check the temperature, "When I'm done I wanna talk to you about something, okay?"

"Could I take a shower with you because I'd like to talk about something as well. It's probably completely different from what you want to talk about. Nothing bad, don't worry. Just about tomorrow's mission." I started taking off my shirt when he nodded again.

We undressed in silence, picking up conversation once we had both gotten our hair wet. He was working some shampoo into his hair as I spoke, "I was talking to William today."

Gerard stopped moving his hands and locked eyes with me before leaning back and rinsing the suds out, "What about?"

"Brendon is dead. So is Ryan." I paused, reaching for a washcloth, "They aren't supposed to be for two more days, Gerard."

"Do you want me to say I did it?"

"William found your knife at the crime scene, Gerard, don't lie to me." He glared at me as I continued, "You told me you were getting better. You said you had self control."

He was silent, washing himself now, completely ignoring anything after that I had to say. When I was done washing the soap from my hair, he pushed me against the shower wall with a sad smile, "I love you. I-I love you so much. My heart, Frank-" he yanked one of my hands from  the wall and put it over his chest, "My heart beats for only you. I've never loved anything so deeply and so dramatically before. But this love is real, so real I can taste it, Frank. Everyone around us, Ryan, Brendon- they're so... expendable. But you and me..." he traced my hand down his chest, towards his waist, "we are invincible together."

"Invincible...?"

He pressed his body against mine, "Inseparable." he paused, making hot and heavy eye contact. He whispered into my ear, "Touch me."

And I did. I probably shouldn't have, considering the elephant in the room, but once he started something, it was impossible to make him stop. So I touched him and enjoyed it, actually. Both of us laughing when the other would slip and almost fall. And making choked noises in the shower, for fear that others in the hotel would turn us in and for fear that we might be recognized by staff and turned in. But in the end it was just us, brains working together, skin drenched, and hair twisting into curls. Gerard had bruised my shoulders where his fingertips were. I'm sure I had done the same to his waist with my nails.

He was drying off in the room while I got ready for bed in the bathroom. I could hear him move stuff occasionally and heard him humming his favorite songs, shuffling about the room. Truth be told, he had killed anyone that had ever cared for him. Tonight he had killed Mikey, showing up to the hotel room covered in his blood. I was covered in dirt and mud from burying his last mistake. He had killed his parents and his grandparents. And sometime, under my nose, he had killed his only friends, Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie. But I shouldn't be scared. He loves me...

...right?

I turned off the sink and put my shaving razor away, walking in to the cold hotel room. Gerard sat on the side of the bed towards the open window, hands in his lap. I was still sitting on clouds from what had just happened, but he already looked depressed. I sat behind him and put a hand on his shoulder, about to ask what was wrong when he whipped around and pinned me to the bed, grinding just a bit on me.

"Mmm... I feel so... loose." He purred.

"Yeah?" I replied, all vocabulary I had previously learned gone.

"Oh, yes. I love fucking you, Frankie." I saw the glint of metal flash in his hand, "Mmm, and I know you love doing it to me."

The breath caught in my throat. I had to come up with last words. Something good, something so famous that they'll haunt him for the rest of his life. Gerard pulled the knife into view and then was my time. It was terrifying, being on the other end.

"But I'm all you have left." My voice remained strong through the fear, "The only thing left."

"I know." He sighed and traced the blade up my arm and stopping right over my heart, "Why aren't you fighting back?"

"Because I promised you that I wouldn't be violent." I gasped as he pushed the blade harder, breaking the skin.

He pushed it in, gripping the handle till his knuckles turned white. The sound was horrible. The sound of the blade going through my own source of life. His face was sad and full of fury, nose scrunched up in disgust and what I wanted to be guilt, "Promises mean nothing."

"And you're my everything."

"What?" He choked out, guilt washing over him like a flood. Fear was in his eyes as he pulled out the blood covered knife.

"I don't fight back," this was it. My end. I held on to what was left of my breath as everything faded to black, "because I love you."

"Frank!" An echo of a shrill scream.

Then it was quiet.