Tough Love. /Frerard/.

Staggering drunkenly out of the local bar, Gerard leaned himself against the threshold for a moment to gather whatever bearings he had left, blinking to try to re-orient himself and his vision, which completely failed and was really useless to even try. He took a couple steps down to the heavily rained on sidewalk, his feet feeling like cinderblocks which really didn't help his dizziness. After what seemed like an eternity to him, he started to stumble to the shabby apartment he called home, pressing himself against any wall that he could to cling to his balance. "Ah, shit.." Gerard slurred, stopping and leaning his back against a brick wall, eyes focusing on a man approaching him. He didn't quite recognize him until he got close enough. Of course, it was Gerard's night in shining armor- well. Torn jeans and Converse- Frank Iero. His boyfriend. Frank let out a husked sigh and shook his head, looking at his drunken lover.  "Damn it, Gerard... Do you ever learn?" He asked in a gravelly voice, pulling Gerard over by his arm almost harshly, holding him up. Gerard replied in that slurred voice of his, holding onto Frank tightly. "I'm... I'm a big boy, Frankie... You didn't have to... Have to come out here..." Frank let a small growl rumble from his throat as he pulled Gerard along. "You're like a child, I swear... Mikey called and told me to get you. Ever since he's moved out it's like he's got everywhere you go bugged. Which isn't really a bad idea..." He rolled his eyes and chuckled at realizing Gerard said he was a big boy. "Yeah, you're a big boy, huh? I'm a bigger man than you, kitten." Frank hummed a soft sound, Gerard huffing childishly. "Prove it." Me retorted. A mischievous smirk tugged on Frank's lips. "Oh, I will, kitten. When we get home, I think it's time for a little tough love." He grinned and pulled Gerard by his arm, until they got to Frank's apartment, where he pushed Gerard in and growled. "On your knees by the couch. Now." Gerard could only obey, staggering to the couch and sitting on his knees, while Frank took his belt off before sitting beside Gerard. He then pulled Gerard over his lap, yanking his pants and boxers down in one swift movement. Gerard squeaked, his eyebrows scrunching together, though he didn't speak just yet. Frank smirked, caressing a hand over Gerard's bare ass. "You've been a very bad kitten these past few weeks. Don't you agree?" "F-Fuck no.." Gerard growled between clenched teeth. Frank glared and brought his belt down on Gerard's ass, making him suck in a sharp breath and arch slightly, his answer quickly changing. "D-Damn it, okay, I-I've been bad.." He hissed. "Frank you need...need to let me go..." Gerard said with a very small whine lingering at the end, Frank scoffing. "Not in a million years. And what was that? Is that what you're to address me as?" Frank sneered. "You call me sir or daddy. Got it?" he emphasized it with another harsh smack of the belt against Gerard's skin, making him yelp and nod quickly. "Good kitten." Frank grinned softly, rubbing a hand over Gerard's reddening ass cheeks. Gerard shuddered and relaxed a little at the gentle touches, though he didn't let his guard down completely, until he felt Frank dip his fingers in between his cheeks, making him let out a whimpered whine. "F-Frank- I mean...D-Daddy, sir, whatever..." Frank hummed a soft sound, focusing on his fingers. "What was that, kitten?" He smirked, circling one of his fingers around Gerard's hole, making him fidget and stress his lower lip between his teeth. The only noise that came from his was a quiet, heated whine. "That's what I thought." Frank chuckled lowly, retracting his hands and letting Gerard sit up. Frank smiled and pulled Gerard's pants up, kissing his forehead. "You're off the hook. For now. Get to sleep." He ordered. Gerard's lips formed into a puckered pout, but he nodded. "Yes, sir.." he mumbled, staggering to their bedroom. "Love you, GeeBaby."Frank called to him. "Love you too, Frankie."Gerard slurred.