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Chapter 1

by squishyfrog 0 Reviews

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Fantasy,Romance,Sci-fi - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way - Warnings: [!] [X] - Published: 2010/09/26 - Updated: 2010/09/26 - 1086 words

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F POV
"For the third night in a row?" Gerard slurred through my lips. "Frank, honestly."
I broke apart from him and pulled my award winning pout.
"Fine," he grinned. "S'long as I get to be on top."
"Sure, yeah," I agreed hastily, smothering myself against him.
Having Gee inside me always feels like going under a waterfall. Uncomfortable at first, but also impossible not to shiver in pleasure. Then when I get out, there's the strange disappointment, like an ending euphoria. Not to mention the slime.

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Flash of red. Creak of a stair. Noises and colors...that's all that can be made out.
Then suddenly...everything goes black.
A scream rings out in the death black room...or is it a room?
Another sense enters the picture: touch.
That's not possible...is it?
A cold, wet, soft, and solid feeling. Ground?
"She sent for you," a voice chimed, almost child like.


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I jumped awake, shocked, but not scared, by the dream.
"You okay?" Gee asked me, sounding fully awake.
"Brilliant," I sighed, feeling his fingers start to prowl up my torso.
He kissed my shoulder, sending a flutter of pleasure through my body. "I love it when you use British words."
"What the heck?" I giggled, twisting my neck so I could look at him in the dark. "'Brilliant' isn't a British word."
"Where have you been?" he asked, and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "'Brilliant' 's been a British word for a long time. Ever since Harry Potter."
"Whatever," I resigned, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before getting up. "I'm gonna go to the loo."
I added the last part for his affect.
"Irish," he corrected.
I didn't bother replying, as I was still trying to get a grip on the dream that had just ruined my night…or was it night?
Shit, what time was it?
Whatever time it was, it felt way too early, and I silently cursed my subconscious's inability to tell me what was weighing it down in a normal dream.
It did bother me that, only since moving into the hotel with Gerard had I been having those dreams.
He wasn't really that bad in bed, was he?
No…if that was it, I'd have dreams of, like, old girlfriends and orgies or something. Not dreams of...nothing.
I climbed back in bed, just as the alarm clock went off.
"What the hell?" I groaned into my pillow.
"I'm sorry," Gee laughed, immediately turning the clock off and getting out of bed.
"Where are you going?" I whined, sitting up again.
"I gotta go to Morgan's," he said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Go back to sleep."
Damn him and his new editor job. And damn his new freaking obsession with this girl's stuff.
That I've yet to read...
"Why?"
"Just to piss her off," he smirked, liking the idea of a surprise visit, that did typically tend to piss her off.
But she didn't know Gerard.

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M POV
Wow, I growled inwardly. It's no wonder he can't hold down a girlfriend. Or any friends for that matter. He drives them all insane.
Okay, showing up unexpected is one thing, but showing up unexpected at 7 in the freaking morning.
That's just wrong.
"What. The hell. Do you want?" I snapped at Gerard.
"What I always want," he chirped, way too happy in the morning for a so called freaking vampire.
"Haven't written anything," I snapped. "Go home."
"But you're always writing," he argued. "I could show you the texts if you don't believe me."
Why do I do this to myself?
"I don't like you right now,"
"You never like me,"
"Might change if you let me sleep some,"
"You can sleep when you're dead," he frowned. "Now's the time to live."
"For grannies and trash collectors," I huffed.
"Whatever," he shrugged. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can get back to sleep, and the sooner I can get back to the hotel and…I dunno, really."
"Hmm," I grunted, slipping back inside with him close behind. "Stay down here."
"I know," he sighed, familiar with the routine.
I've never let him in my room, which is where my writing is. He still doesn't know why, and I'm not about to tell him.
Yeah…you're probably smart enough to figure out that it's because of the pictures of his band plastered all over my room.
But he's not that smart. Not that that's his choice.

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F POV
I didn't get back to sleep after Gerard left, though I felt more tired than ever before.
Turning on the TV, I felt painfully reminded of how out of touch I was with the world outside mine.
Murders that reporters kept going on about, like I should know about it, too. Updates on the war, economy, and scientific discoveries felt like science fiction to me, so I just turned the TV back off.
I didn't like Gerard being away and leaving me here alone, feeling so isolated.
I began to get paranoid, staring at the TV and sensing my heart begin to race, feeling daĵa vu sweep over me.
Get out, get out, you little son-of-a-
Images suddenly swirled in my head, none of them pleasant.
Whoa…that definitely wasn't me. That was definitely….
My paranoia level rose especially high in only a few second period.
Just a weird moment, I thought to myself, trying to keep my calm. Maybe a little hallucination, nothing to worry about.

"She write anything new?" I asked almost as soon as he'd walked through the door, assaulting him with touching and cuddling after his long -or it seemed to be this time- absence.
Just lack of sleep, I reminded myself, knowing why his absence had felt so long.
"Not really," he said, grimacing.
Did she throw something at him again?
"Just more drafts," he continued. "She's even worse in the mornings."
"What did she do this time?" I asked, feeling like a little puppy begging his mother for milk.
"Nothing," he smirked. "Just ignored me nearly the entire time."
"Aw," I sympathized, tugging on his shirt. "You wanna make up for that right now?"
He chuckled against the lips that were suddenly caressing his. "Not now, babe."
"Aw," I pouted, more out of pity for myself this time.

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A/N: Ah...some of the things Morgan says are more foreshadowing than childish. Just wait. Oh, and this is a reposting, btw.
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