Toxic- frerard

Five

Franks work ethic had faltered tremendously. It seemed that his end goal was to woo Gerard Way rather than expand his business to different countries.

The tattooed man wouldn't admit to that though. "My company will always be my number one priority." He'd tell Pete and Andy who'd just roll their eyes in return.

Another meeting was scheduled at 9pm to make the final decision on whether they should take a chance with the foreign business man to spread the company to Europe.

But, at 8:59pm Frank Iero was sat at his reserved table of the strip club, watching his favourite red haired boy fly around a pole as though he had wings.

Frank was the jealous type, but he didn't mind that other people came to watch his boy dance because it gave him pride in the fact he was the one fucking him.

They could look, but they couldn't touch.

That's why when Frank spent five grand each nights on continuous lap dances from Gerard so no other men could have him.

"Frankie you don't have to pay me for lap dances you know, I can give you free ones at home." Gerard giggled as he danced in front of the tattooed man that held his waist.

"But if you're not dancing for me, you'll be dancing for one of them men and then I'll have to kill them." Frank laughed, trailing his hands up the redheads fish nets.

"Do you get jealous, sir?" Gerard smirked, brushing himself over Franks crotch.

"I will fuck you right here in front of everyone don't test me, Gerard." Frank growled, clutching the boy's waist tighter.

"I think that's probably illegal." Gerard laughed, now straddling Franks lap.

"Do you wanna go to Venice?" Frank asked nonchalantly.

"What?"Gerard asked with a scrunched up face.

"Do you want to go to Venice?" The suited man repeated, watching Gee's motions falter and his mouth open and close but with no words coming out.

"Venice?" Gerard repeated.

"Tomorrow?" Frank continued, now smiling at the boy who was lost for words.

See, Gerard did really want to go to Venice. He'd heard so much about the pretty places there and the scenic boat rides that were meant to be the definition of romance.

But, Gerard didn't really do romance anymore. It wasn't his thing after Bob, he just wanted sex based relationships.

Maybe that was all Gerard was to Frank anyway though. I mean Venice wasn't such a big deal to the rich man, maybe he just wanted a change of scenery to fuck Gee in.

Did Gerard even trust Frank enough to go on a holiday with him? After all, he'd known the man for a matter of days. That was something couples usually did after months or years.

Plus, they most definitely were not a couple.

Gee argued with himself mentally for a while, really unsure of whether this was a good decision or not. But this could be an opportunity of a life time. When would he ever be able to visit Venice again?

"Am I going to have to cancel the flights?" Frank smirked up, causing Gerard to shake his head.

"How long for?" Gerard breathed out, still slightly overwhelmed.

"Only a couple days, I can't leave Pete and Andy with the company for that long." Frank spoke before being attacked by Gerard's lips.

The redhead couldn't help but lunge himself at Frank, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him in for a long kiss.

"Damn, how much do I gotta pay for that?" A random guy walking past asked, resulting Frank flipping him off but not breaking the kiss.

"So is that a yeah?" Frank smiled against the kiss.

"Of course it is." Gerard giggled, pulling the man into a kiss once more.

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"You're fucking leaving?" Andy spat as Pete just held his head in his hands.

"Yep." Frank laughed, popping the 'p' annoyingly and packing his case.

"You can't leave, we need to arrange a meeting with that dude about spreading the company to-" Pete began.

"That can wait." Frank sighed, not really wanting to talk business.

To be fair, he knew he should probably stay home. They did need to devise a plan and come up with some sort of agreement on whether or not to include some shady man in on their business but Frank didn't care.

He folded a black suit carefully, before deciding to add some more comfortable outfits like jeans and t-shirts. He wondered if he should pack some toys to use on Gerard, maybe he should take the boy shopping for some new lingerie to wear on the vacation.

"Frank." Andy sighed frustratedly. "Bert McCracken has moved back to Jersey." He spoke sternly, watching Frank stop mid fold.

"What?" Frank asked through gritted teeth.

"He's moved back to Jersey." Andy repeated, causing Frank to sigh heavily.

"And you didn't think to fucking tell me?" Frank spat which Pete scoffed in response to.

"Maybe if you turned up to your damn meetings, Iero we could update you!" Pete lectured.

"I want him fucking dead." Frank yelled in annoyance.

Bert McCracken was Franks arch nemesis. See, Bert owned a company similar to Franks. They both started in New Jersey, which caused a little bit of a turf war. The worst shoot out Frank had ever attended to be precise. Ieros side lost almost half their men but Berts lost much more. Although the attack was planned by McCracken, Frank was always ready for an invasion and practically wiped the floor with the poor attempt of a gang.

That's when Bert went MIA for a while. Frank assumed he'd moved to New York or wherever and just gave up. His blood boiled at the thought of McCracken being back because that most likely meant another damn war.

Bert always wanted to be the biggest drug company and weapons dealer in the business but was always over shadowed by Frank. That was due to the fact Frank had what Bert didn't and that was a hell of a lot of money.

Bert was a good dealer, and a good leader but not the best business man. He didn't have allies and associates around the U.S like Frank did and therefore his drugs didn't sell far away from wherever he was based.

But there was a good chance that if Bert just get his hands on some extra money, he could build an empire that would crush Frank Ieros.

"We've sent some guards to snoop around the area as spies but we still don't know if he's gonna try something." Pete admitted.

Frank thought for a while. He didn't want to risk leaving America and Bert attacking but at the same time, he didn't want to disappoint Gee.

"I'm still going to Venice." Frank stated, continuing to fold his jeans.

"You can't be fucking serious." Pete cursed, putting his hands behind his head and practically pulling his own hair with stress.

"I'm deadly fucking serious." Frank spoke. "I trust you both with my life, I won't be gone for long. It most definitely wont be long enough for Bert to devise a plan. Just keep all our men in my house to protect the safe's" the tattooed man instructed.

"But Frank-" Andy attempted.

"That is final." Frank finished, closing his case and zipping it up before heading towards his car to pick Gee up.

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A/N- a short one, but I just wanna get the plot going before some bad shit happens :)

Hope everyone's having a nice day!!

Lots of love,

-L