Frank Iero Must Die {Frerard}

8

Happy Friday everyone *bows*

I rubbed my eyes, trying to sit up only to find that I couldn't. I turned to find a sleeping Frank with his tattooed arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Is that a Black Flag tattoo? Awe. Panic bubbled in my stomach, I couldn't have fallen asleep with him! That showed an inclination towards a deeper relationship, and I didn't want that...did I?

I glanced at him and felt the corners of my mouth turn up in a smile as he snored softly. Adorable. Okay, so maybe I was feeling something a little different from lust when it came to Frank. That could be held off on. As an assassin, I was an expert at blocking my emotions. Frank would never need to know. I couldn't afford another weakness right now, and a relationship certainly was one.

A memory of last night flashed through my mind. I was gasping and scrabbling at Frank's tattooed body as he pounded in to me and- Fuck it, I was hard again. I glanced over at the clock, seeing that it was six thirty. Half an hour to get ready, perfect. After my "problem" subsided, I shook Frank's shoulder, "Come on Frankie, get up."

His eyes opened and he looked up at me, "Frankie?" he questioned, his hazel eyes laughing at me. "Well, you call me Gee, so I figured that I should have something to call you." I bluffed, hoping he wouldn't question me further. Nice one Gerard, make it obvious to your casual fuck that you have feelings for him. A+, motherfucker.

"Gee? Are you okay?" Frank asked as he sat up, and I nodded. Dear lord, his hair is so cute in the mornings. "Right, okay. We should get going." I muttered, hauling myself out of bed and gasping in pain, almost falling over. "Fucking hell, Frank!" I yelled as the dull throb I'd felt in my ass intensified in to a sharp, stabbing pain. He smirked, "That's suprisingly similar to what you said last night." Rolling my eyes, I picked up my clothes with some difficulty, only to throw them back down in disgust. We hadn't cleaned up our mess the night before and my clothes had been sitting in it overnight. "Ugh, gross." I muttered, and Frank laughed, "I'm pretty sure that was you."

Ignoring him, I picked them up with my thumb and forefinger, tossing them in the laundry hamper. Rifling through my drawers, I pulled out a Misfits tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans. As I got dressed, I heard muffled giggling from behind me.

"What?" I demanded, turning around, now fully dressed. "I never noticed that you don't wear underwear." Frank explained, and I rolled my eyes. "We've fucked three times. You'd think you would've noticed." A smirk played across his lips, "I was a little distracted." I placed my hands on my hips, "Are you going to get ready or what? We have to hit the road." "Sassy, are we? That's hot." Sighing in exasperation at Frank's antics, I flipped him off and left the room.

I walked in to the living room to find my brother and Pete making out on the couch. I grabbed a pillow and whacked both of them over their heads with it, "Get up motherfuckers, we're hitting the road." Mikey groaned in irritation, pushing Pete off of him so that he could pull out his phone. As he studied it, his face paled. "Gerard, three flagged assassin's vehicles just passed the traffic camera six blocks from our house." "Glad to see you're putting my program to good use." I said with a grin, tossing him a bag full of clothes and food, along with our car keys, "Let's go."

A few months ago, I'd designed a web program to tap in to the city's security cameras and tell Mikey if any known cars that belonged to killers came by. Any cars that were registered to assassins from my organization or others that I was aware of would cause notifications to be sent to Mikey's phone instantly. He'd rolled his eyes and told me that I was being paranoid and over protective, but I wasn't taking chances when it came to my little brother's life, and it now appeared that I'd been right all along. Typical.

* * *

We were all heading out the back door of the building to where our van was parked in a storage space across the alleyway. I looked out the door, searching the alley for people, my hand resting on the gun that I had strapped to my hip. "Okay, we're clear." I said, jogging across to the opposite building. Pete, Mikey and Frank followed silently, which was incredibly out of character for all of them.

I unlocked the storage unit, opening the driver's door to the plain white van that awaited us. "Shotgun!" Frank squealed, tugging the door open. Giggles erupted in my throat and I held them down as I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. Giggling? I never did that! Was it because of Frank? Oh my god I was falling for him.

Shut up Gerard, you're not falling for him. You're nothing more than another fuck to him anyway. For some reason, that idea upset me beyond belief. Goddamn it. "Gee?" Mikey asked, as he and Pete climbed in to the back of the van, "Are you okay?" I shook myself out of my thought and got in my seat, starting the engine. "Yeah Mikes, I'm okay."

As I started driving and Mikey and Pete cuddled up in the back together, Frank laughed to himself quietly and shook his head. "What?" I asked, and he shrugged. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking that you may be fooling your brother, but you're not fooling me. I know you're not fine, something's obviously bothering you, and you should probably tell me."

I stepped on the brake a little too hard at the red stop light, "What?!" I exclaimed, a little too sharply, "What the hell are you talking about? It's none of your fucking business anyway!" I only realized afterwards how stupid and defensive that sounded. He met my eyes, "Just tell me, Gerard. I won't judge."

It then occured to me that he probably thought that I had started self-harming again or something, when in reality I was just mad at myself for developing feelings for him. "Um, Gee? Light's green." Frank said, and I moved my foot to the gas pedal, blushing. "It's nothing serious, okay?" I told him as I continued driving, "Stupid stuff." Frank sighed at my stubborness, but dropped the subject.

"So, where are we going?" he asked, after about a half an hour. "I'm not sure. We have to keep running, but sooner or later, there'll be a confrontation." Frank sighed, "We're fucked, aren't we?" "If I can find a Motel tonight, you will be." I replied, with my eyes on the road and as straight a face as a gay guy can pull.

Frank giggled and I resisted the urge to propose to him on the spot. Alright, maybe not quite that, but my emotions were in a bigger turmoil than when Smashing Pumpkins broke up, and that's seriously saying something. "Gerard, are you sure you're okay?" Frank asked, obviously noticing my inner struggle. "Yeah Frankie, I'm okay." I said, ignoring the flash of dejà vu that I felt as I said it. I glanced over at him and I couldn't deny the butterflies I felt. I was definitely not okay.

I feel like this was kinda short

I STILL LOVE YOU

or maybe....

I don't love you

Like I did

Yesterday-ay-ay

sorryihavenoideahowtosocializewithoutmakingmcrreferencesbye

~Dani ♡