Frank Iero Must Die {Frerard}

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Smut later on, but this is the only warning you'll get cuz if you don't read smut, you probably don't read my books

↑↑↑ Was that too sassy? Or nah?

what am I ugh

After a few moments of awkward silence, I decided that I'd rather face my little brother than the guy I'd just fucked. I know, surprising.

Pushing open our bedroom door, I walked out in to the middle room to find Mikey and Pete watching a movie on the couch. "Good for you, Gee." Mikey said, turning his head and giving me a look, "But next time, keep it down." He threw a pillow at me, then resumed watching.

I rolled my eyes and made my way over to the kitchenette, scouring the cupboards for something edible. "You guys should get some sleep soon." I called to everyone as Frank emerged from our room, limping slightly "We leave at seven o'clock." It was around eleven at night by now, and I was fucking starving. "Yeah, mkay, but I want some food first." Mikey replied, and I sighed.

"Well maybe if you kept the cupboards stocked for once in your life-"

"Maybe if you were around to keep the cupboards stocked yourself for once in your life-"

"I'm fucking supporting you, so don't-"

"GUYS!" Frank and Pete yelled at once. I blushed, "Right, food, sorry." I busied myself with opening a bag of pasta and boiling it on the little stove, trying to pretend like Mikey's words hadn't stung. I knew I wasn't around as much as either of us would like me to be, but that was my job. The only lifestyle I knew.

I sighed and rubbed my face, pretending for a second that I could rub a worried, anxious expression away just like that, and no one would ever have to see how I felt on the inside. Damn, why can't life just be that easy?

* * *

The meal we ate together was probably one of the most awkward experiences of my life. I dumped spaghetti on to everyone's plates and grated a mound of cheese that I left up for grabs in the middle of the table. Mikey and Pete both had three helpings. Frank and I had just enough to keep us going. Awkward silence insued.

Midway through the meal, I noticed that Frank was humming the song I'd written, Demolition Lovers. Mikey's eyebrows shot up so quickly, I was surprised that they didn't join his unicorn friends in heaven. "Are you humming the song Gee wrote? Demolition Lovers?" Frank nodded. "I didn't know Gerard liked you like that." Mikey told him fondly.

I resisted the urge to strangle my little brother.

"What do you mean?" Frank asked. "I mean, he's only ever played it for me and..." Mikey trailed off, catching my angry look. "Oh shit. Sorry Gee." I stood up abruptly and walked away to my room. Behind me, I heard Frank and Pete begin to question my brother, who was refusing to answer whatever they were asking him. I slammed the door to my room behind me in anger and frustration. Mikey had almost told him. I took some throwing knives from under my bed along with a can of paint.

Opening the paint, I made a circle on the wall and threw a knife right in the center. Soon, the middle of my makeshift target was bristling with knives, stuck in the wall up to the hilt. There were many such murals around my apartement. Mikey liked to sarcastically call them modern art. I called them remanants of my anger, which was much more literal. Offhand, I wondered how he'd explained all of them to Pete.

As I stood there in my room, staring at the knives in the wall, my thoughts a whirlwind, there was a knock on the door. "Gerard?" It was Frank. "Gerard, I'm coming in." I said nothing to stop him, and a few seconds later he was standing behind me. "So that's your coping method." he said, looking at the knives. I shrugged, not really in the mood to discuss coping methods.

"Do you want to tell me what that was about?" he asked, "At dinner? And if you say nothing, I will do to you what you did that wall." "Impale me?" I asked with a flirty wink, and he rolled his eyes before smirking cheekily, "No, I'll do that after you tell me." Was it bad that the offer tempted me? Frank was the first guy to top me in years, and from what I remember it was fucking amazing. Damn it Gerard, focus! "It shouldn't matter to you." I said, trying to sound as cold and unwelcoming as possible. "Well it does matter to me, so spill."

To this day, I don't know what made me do it. Probably the puppy dog eyes he was sporting when I turned around. Or maybe it was how fucking cute he was no matter what.

Whatever it was, it worked. "Bert." I said, "My ex. Not fun. I trusted him with my music, my past, everything. He was cheating on his husband with me without telling me or him, and he was cheating on both of us with someone else." I laughed humourlessly, "Fucking ridiculous, that was. I wanted to kill him."

"But you didn't?"

"I couldn't. I was on contract for another kill when I found out, and he moved to goddamned Australia with his newest guy in the meantime. Like I wasn't broken enough already." I covered my mouth after the last sentence escaped. What the hell was I doing? I screw the guy twice and I'm spilling my secrets? Ridiculous. "You can tell me." Frank said. "Or you could fuck me." I suggested, and he cocked his head to the side. "I thought you liked to top?" "Sharing is caring."

He grabbed me by the neck and kissed me deeply. My arms wound their around to the back of his neck, allowing his hands to take the dominant grasp on my hips. Frank grinded his lower half against mine and I gasped and threw my head back, my lips parting and refusing to close as I tightened my arms around him. His arm slipped behind my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our lips met again in a flurry of desperate moans and discarded clothes.

I ended up against the wall, my legs still around his waist as he prepared himself before pressing his muscular, tattooed body against mine and pushing himself in. "O-oh my god, Frank..." I groaned, burying my face in his neck and kissing it. He moaned beautifully, sliding in and out, slowly at first before picking up the pace.

Soon, he was full out fucking me against the wall. How his legs remained steady, I don't know. I shifted around him, letting out a cry as he hit something inside of me. "Holy...yes! There, oh god..." I was a mess, writhing on the wall as he slammed in and out, suddenly wrapping his hand around me. A few flicks of his wrist later, we were both coming and stumbling over to collapse on the bed.

Normally I would up and leave at this point, but I really didn't think I could walk after that, so I figured I might as well make the most of it. "Next time," I panted, "It's my turn." I wrapped my arm around his tattooed waist and savoured his warmth as we fell asleep together. So this was what happiness felt like.

You're welcome.

That's all I have to say to all of you

YOU'RE WELCOME

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I need to consume less caffeine

~Dani ♥