Chemical City (An Mcr Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Eight (Gerard)

Gerard hugged Frank even closer to him, if that were actually possible. The man made a sound of disagreement but didn't fight against Gerard's hold. Not that he expected Frank to. Frank was, after all, still asleep. Which meant Gerard could stare at him for as long as he wanted with no questions asked.

Watching Frank sleep became somewhat of a habit since Gerard tended to have troubles sleeping and found himself waking early even if he did sleep. It wasn't that much of a problem since Gerard's sleeping routine had always been rough, but he sometimes wished he could sleep like a normal person so he wouldn't have to stare at Frank like a stalker.

Though in all honesty, it wasn't a bad thing since it's Frank. And Frank, Gerard admitted. Was cute when he slept. Funny too as Frank would mumble things and try to squirm away from Gerard, kicking him occasionally and saying things about nonsense.

Gerard would spend his entire life watching Frank if he could; but unfortunately that wasn't the case and he really needed to use the restroom-which sucked since Frank was so fucking adorable. Gerard cursed himself for not using the bathroom before he had gotten into bed and tried to ease himself out of the bed without disturbing Frank. As luck was on his side, Frank mumbled something incoherent and snuggled with the pillow while Gerard left the room.

What a surprise it was to see none other than a fucking Black Mask chilling on the couch and studying his nails. Gerard admittedly screamed because fuck, was it scary. "Oh. Hey Gerard." The man greeted casually as he tore his mask off to reveal a surprisingly attractive face.

"Gerard! What the-" Pete cut himself off, his gaze resting on the man. "Black Mask." He said. "Hello to you too. You must be Pete. And my friend Frank is peeking over your shoulder. It's nice to see half of you. Where's Ray, Patrick, and Andy? Not here? Well that's okay."

"Who the fuck are you!?" Pete asked. The man only chuckled. "Ryan Ross, hun. Servant to Urie himself and part-time rebel. Nice to meet ya, sugar." Pete's face flushed a bright red, though Gerard couldn't tell whether it was because he was angry or flattered. "Well Ryan," He spat. "Why the hell are you in my house!?"

Ryan only smirked and crossed his left leg over his right, placing both on the coffee table. "Just checking in, darling. Mikey wanted to know how everyone was doing, so I offered to make sure all of you were alive."

"Mikey!?" Gerard repeated. "Yes Mikey. You know, he looks a lot like you. He tells me quite a bit about you-all of you, actually." Gerard had to lean against Frank to steady his spinning head; staring at the Black Mask in what he knew to be shock. "My brother-you helped him?"

"Yeah. He's doing better; still a little twitchy but I assume that's because he's shy." Ryan answered. "Fuck this. Where the hell is he!?" Pete asked as he shoved himself in front of Gerard. "That's for me to know and for you to figure out."

"I heard a scream are you...Who's this?" Patrick asked sternly as Ray, Andy, and a guy Gerard didn't know entered the room. "Ryan Ross, honey. But you can just call me yours." Ryan said with an ineffective wink. Patrick only removed his mask and scowled at the man in response. "Seriously. Who the heck is this guy?" He asked bluntly. "Ryan. The Black Mask I told you about." "I was expecting someone heroic." Patrick muttered.

"Aw, now don't be like that, dear. I'm supplying you guys with weapons, am I not?" Patrick huffed before noticing the duffle bag on the floor. Gerard happened to see it the same time and he could feel Frank tense beside him. "Oh, fuck." Pete breathed.

"Yeah. Wanna see?" "No." Patrick said as Gerard outspoke him with a "Yes." "Good, now have any of you handled a pistol except for Frank?" No one said anything, meaning that clearly Frank was the only person to had gotten his hands on a weapon. "Okay...Do any of you know how to pick a gun up without hurting themselves?" Gerard nodded the same time Andy shook his head.