Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard)

13 - Scream All You Want

(A/N:) So a bunch of you guys were complaining about my smut scene in the last chapter. First of all, fuck you, I purposely made it short, cause I don't usually enjoy writing smut, and I feel like I'm awful at it anyway. But secondly...I have to thank you, because you encouraged me to write something better (with the help of a friend as well), a whole new chapter in fact, because honestly, the smut in the last one did really suck. So please, enjoy this. But just a warning- it contains a blood/knife kink, so if that's not your jam, the story will still make sense if you skip this chapter. Love you guys. ~Sinister

I definitely didn't plan for Frank and I to get intimate after such a bittersweet moment of sorts, but as mine and Frank's lips continued to collide, I knew he wanted more. Just the mere teasing of my torturous tools I used to kill must've did him in.

It certainly explained his questionable love for stabbing and blood...

I didn't have any type of experience with this type of stuff, so naturally, I was a bit nervous. However, as Frank's lips trailed down my neck, biting and tugging at my skin, I started to get that unfamiliar, yet comforting and warm feeling again.

Frank practically ripped off my buttoned down shirt when he got bored of my neck and then proceeded to take off his T-shirt as well. This time though, I decided to take over. What kind of murderer would I be if I wasn't in charge of the situation? Surely the same ideology applied here.

So before he could go back to kissing me, I spun him around and pinned him up against the grimy wall, his arms above his head. He moaned out, but I wasted no time as I stuck my tongue in his mouth and continued to kiss him. I started to grind up against him, and I couldn't believe how hard he already was. At least I knew I was doing something right...

Soon, Frank began to struggle to stand on his own two feet as his legs grew weaker. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of chains and cuffs I had drilled into the wall.

"Frankie, go sit up against that wall over there," I whispered into his ear, biting on it playfully.

I should've expected the answer I received, "No, make me".

He thought he was so cute and clever. But luckily for me, I had already heard many variations of that out of the victims I tried to boss around.

Immediately, I shoved him to the ground and took hold of his wrists to lock up. Before he knew it, Frank was chained to the wall. At first, he pulled against the restraints, but soon realized it was no use. He was trapped, and I was in total control.

"Fuck... what are you going to do to me?" Frank bit his lip with anticipation, looking to me with wide eyes.

I chuckled, reaching for a small knife I had left lying on a nearby table. After wiping it clean of the dried blood and guts from my last victim, I turned to face Frank. His eyes were locked on the knife, but I couldn't read him yet.

"I have a feeling you'll be into this, Sweetheart," I told him. Sitting between his legs, I lightly trailed my knife against the healed scars on his chest. I hated seeing what I had done to him before, but I knew there was no taking it back. Taking a deep breath, I tried to ignore the guilt, out of the fear I'd ruin our moment.

Frank shivered a bit as I let the cold, sharp blade travel across his delicate skin. Ever so gently, I dug it into one of the old scars and bright red blood immediately rose to the surface. I felt excitement surge around my body as it filled up the cut. I absolutely loved the sight... and even more so the taste. Frank let out a low groan, as I leaned down to lick it all up, savoring every bit.

"Ah, Gerard..." Frank muttered, pulling against the chains again. "More..." His face had turned bright red, and he was staring straight up at my with eager eyes.

I chuckled quitetly, making a new, deeper incision, yet still being careful not to go too far. Somehow, almost as by a miracle, he hadn't died last time I had cut him up, but I wasn't so sure the same would happen if I went too far this time.

I let his blood run down his chest this time before I slowly licked it up, kissing him along the way, and causing his blood to smear across my lips. Frank continued to let out soft, subtle moans, encouraging me to continue. I knew he was enjoying every second of this. Briefly setting the knife down, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off along with his boxers.

"I wanna tear you apart," I whispered, as I started to lightly stroke him up and down. With my free hand, I scratched up his chest with the knife some more, turning it into a bloody mess like the night I had first met him.

Frank soon began to get antsy from my words and attempted to thrust up against me, "Do it, please... I need you now".

I had to admit, I felt my own pants getting tighter by the second. I quickly slipped them off before getting back to Frank. He had already spread out his legs wide open for me. I smirked.

"Please..." He begged me, looking up at me with desperation lacing his eyes.

I chuckled once again, having too much fun with Frank' submissive self. I quickly stuck two fingers in my mouth, lathering them with saliva. Slowly, I pushed them inside Frank, making a loud moan escape him. He winced as I stretched him out a bit, but soon he appeared to get used to it.

I touched myself for a brief moment before finally lining myself up with him. He nodded at me one last time with a bite of his lip. I took that as my cue to thrust myself into him.

"Shit-" Frank's voice was audibly shaky. He wrapped his legs around me to hold on the best he could as I dug my nails into his sides and moved back and forth. Frank let out small whimpers and moans every so often, but I noticed he was trying to hold them in as I picked up my pace.

"Oh Frankie, it's alright," I growled. "You can scream all you want. No one can hear you down here". And with that, I thrusted myself into him hard, ramming up against his prostate.

"Ahh, Gerard!" Frank cried out with pleasure. I had him right where I wanted him.

I continued picking up my pace and every couple of thrusts, I'd shove myself in a bit harder. Pretty soon, we were both panting, groaning, and sweaty messes on the cellar floor. Not to mention Frank's blood was getting absolutely everywhere.

"A little help?" Frank breathed out suddenly, motioning his head downwards as we continued to collide. I got the message right away. Reaching down, I began touching him again. I suppose my body occasionally rubbing up against him was only driving him nuts at this point.

"Oh, fuck, I'm so close..." he whined.

With my help, Frank only became louder, until he very quickly reached his climax, "Oh god, GERARD!" Arching his back, he released himself onto me, and soon afterwards, I felt myself about to finish as well. I may have overreacted a bit though.

I gripped onto Frank as hard as I could, "Ah fuck, yes yes yes!" I screamed, cumming into Frank. I couldn't help it. Who knew sex felt this good? Maybe I should've spent less time on the internet watching people get killed and more time watching them fuck each other.

I collapsed next to Frank, catching my breath. That's when my phone suddenly rang out throughout the cellar. Digging through my clothes pile, I managed to find it and discovered that Mikey was calling me. Frank and I had been gone all night and morning without a word. Mikey was probably getting a bit worried.

I glanced over at Frank to tell him who had called, but he was more focused on examining the room, "Did we just fuck in the same place you like, deal with your victims...?"

"Uh, Mikey's looking for us, we should get going," I ignored him and began to undo his cuffs. The last thing I wanted now was for Frank to change his mind about his feelings towards me.

But to my surprise, my fucked up lover only laughed.