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The club was absolutely packed full of people. Frank didn't know how he was going to find the person he was looking for. He didn't know what he looked like, or what he was dressed in; he only had a name and species. What he didn't know, was that the man, no, demon, he was looking for wasn't very far at all, or that Frank had his attention from the very moment he had stepped foot through the door.

Gerard was sitting at the bar, in the far corner where the shadows could envelop him. He refused to acknowledge anyone but the bartender. Lots of people, both men and women, came up to him, ready to flirt, but Gerard refused to waste his energy in even turning them down; he simply chose to ignore their presence entirely. His head turned immediately, however, when the boy, no older than eighteen entered the teeming room. There was something different about the boy, but Gerard couldn't quite place his finger on what it was. He decided to get a closer look, hoping to find out what was so special about the boy.

Frank pushed his way through the crowd of dancing people. If you could even call what they're doing 'dancing'. Frank thought. Where he came from you would probably be banished for doing something like that. He continued, however, looking for a sinister looking being. He assumed that was an appropriate way to find a demon when all you had was a name. He froze, however, when he felt warm, alcohol infused, breath tickling the back of his neck, making the hairs stand on end. Strong hands gripped his hips in a bruising caress, and Frank let out a small whimper.

Gerard didn't know why he hadn't noticed it before; it was painfully obvious what made the boy so special. Under the blacklights of the dance floor the boy's skin glowed almost translucent, and the whimper that slipped passed his lips when Gerard touched him, their bodies at least three inches apart, told Gerard that Frank wasn't used to people touching him intimately, and he obviously didn't come here often; he was as innocent as a child.

"What's someone like you doing in a place like this?" I whispered into his ear. He felt a tremor rack the small boy's body at the foreign feeling of his tongue tracing the shell of the smaller man's ear.

"I-I'm looking f-for someone."

"Well I would say you found someone."

"I'm looking for someone specific." Frank was surprised that he managed to get through a whole sentence without nervous stutters attacking his words.

"Well how about you forget about them and come with me."

"N-no-" Not only was his stuttering back, but the strange man completely ignored his protests.

Gerard's arms wrapped all the way around the boy's waist in a vice like grip, and his head rested on his shoulder. They moved backwards through the crowd, Gerard leading them. He led them through the front door and out into the cool Jersey air.

Frank shivered as they exited the building, not entirely from the cold. He tried to pry away from the strange man, but his grip on Frank was unrelenting. Instead, he chose to become a rock in hopes it would slow the man down. His legs drug on the ground, and his body slumped so the man was carrying his dead weight. However, it didn't seem to phases him at all, and all too soon they were stopped in front of a sleek, black bike.

Gerard picked up the boy, like he was a child, and put him on the bike, hopping on behind him and quickly peeling away from the curb. He smiled to himself as the boy pressed himself back into Gerard, afraid and cold from the night air that rushed passed them. He groaned in pleasure when the boy's ass came in contact with his cock, rubbing back against him, after he had gone around a corner particularly fast. It went on like this for some time, Gerard going around corners as fast as he possibly could without crashing, the boy moving back towards him each time, and his ass rubbing against his cock, unintentionally of course. This boy was far too innocent to intentionally get Gerard hard, he himself had probably never had an erection in his life, it wasn't in his kind's nature. But boy was Gerard turned on, and the gentle vibrations of the bike under him weren't doing much to help him.

Frank was terrified. He didn't like riding on the bike with this maniac, and he was rather uncomfortable. The man had an arm on either side of him, gripping the handles of the bike, so every time the bike made a turn he would be roughly thrusted into his arms, knocking the air out of Frank's lungs. Also, something hard was poking into his lower back. He could take a guess at what it was and only hoped that he was wrong.

The house Gerard had brought them to, one of the better residences he held, was on the outskirts of town. It was Gerard's preferred residence, when he was in the mortal world, for many reasons. One of those reasons was why he brought the boy here. It wasn't very difficult to coax the boy off of the bike, and once he was off Gerard gripped his hand tight and led him up the steps to the porch before unlocking the door and pulling the boy through, re-locking it behind them.

Frank couldn't see anything once the door was closed, closing out the moonlight with it. As far as he could tell, there weren't any windows or doors he could use to escape, but then again he couldn't see anything. One thought was racing through his mind then: Gabriel is going to be so pissed. Gabriel could get very violent when angry or provoked, and Frank really didn't want to be at the forefront of his wrath. He jumped as two hands slithered into the back pockets of his jeans, and a deep chuckle filled the room. It was dark and sinister and it made Frank uneasy. Something wasn't right here and Frank had the feeling he should get out right now, the only problem was that it wasn't possible. The man behind him started to herd him forward. Frank's footsteps were cautious and slow, he was afraid he was going to trip on something, and that might make him more vulnerable towards the stranger than he already was, and he definitely didn't need to be any more vulnerable. He was sharply pulled back into the man's chest, letting out a small 'oof' noise as he hit him. He heard the sound of a door being pulled open. It was a creaky door, indicating that it wasn't opened very often, and Frank was rather scared of what was on the other side.



It was pitchblack on the other side as well, intensifying Frank's fear tenfold. With the flick of a light switch the small descending stairwell was illuminated, but that did nothing to dissipate Frank's fears, especially when the man pushed him down a few stairs, turning around once they were both through the door and locking it. There was another door at the bottom of the staircase, which the man unlocked, and pushed Frank through. He landed on his hands and knees, looking up at the room in fear once another light switch was flicked on. The room was lighted in nothing but two black lights, positioned on the ceiling at opposite ends of the room. Frank had never seen a room like it before. In the very center of the room was a bed, the frame made of cast-iron, and dressed in black silk sheets, no pillows or blankets. Frank's previous light theory was proven wrong as he continued to look around the room. There was huge, gothic looking candle holders placed all over the room, which the man was lighting at the moment. There wasn't much else in the room except chests, an armoire, and chains. The chains are what scared Frank. He carefully got up, as not to make a sound, and turned towards the door. He tried turning the handle, but it seemed to be locked.

Gerard's sensitive ears picked up on the jiggling of the door handle and he snapped his body around to see the boy at the door, trying to get it unlocked with a bobby pin that must have been in his hair. Gerard was behind the boy in a second, pulling him roughly away from the door.

"Don't even try it." The boy nodded in response, letting one of those, cute, innocent, whimpers of his out into the concrete room. "How old are you?" Gerard was curious, as this one seemed more fragile, and naïve than the others he had come in contact with over the years.
“F-fifteen.” Frank thought he might pass for a fifteen year old, what with how short he was, and his somewhat girlish features. A hand came around his neck, slithering like a snake, coiling around to the best of its abilities and restricting his airways.

“Don’t lie to me. You being underage isn’t going to stop me from doing anything I want to you. I’m a demon, and the human laws don’t apply to me. So are you going to start telling me the truth now?” Frank nodded his head, and the man’s grip loosened, but did not let go. “I’ll ask you again then, how old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“In human years?” Frank, once again, nodded his head. “Fifty-seven, still a baby.”
Gerard smirked at this. The boy, who was just that, a boy, was the youngest Gerard had ever met; and he fully intended on having as much fun with him as he could.

“What’s your name?”

“Frank.”

“Frankie, I like that. So Frankie, I know you were looking for me in the club, what did you want little ‘ol me for?”

“Y-you you’re Gerard Way?” Gerard nodded, and felt Frank tense up even more, adding to his enjoyment.

“I have a m-message for you.”

“From whom, may I ask?”

“G-Gabriel.” Gerard’s joy dissipated a little at this news. It was a little known fact that Gerard and Gabriel didn’t get along. Not one bit.

“So you’re a little messenger angel. If the message is from Gabriel I don’t think I really want to know what it is, but I really must thank him for sending me such a beautiful little angel.” Gerard let Frank go completely, and walked over to one of his toy chests, pulling out a thick black scarf. Frank hadn’t moved an inch from where Gerard had left him, although Gerard knew he was curious as to what Gerard was doing. He walked up behind the small boy and brought the scarf in front of his face, bringing it back to rest over his eyes and then tied it tightly around his head, basking in the whine that slipped past Frank’s lips when his dark hair got caught in the knot. “Arms up.”

Frank hesitated to do as Gerard asked so he forced Frank’s arms up into the air before roughly pulling the shirt off of the boy. He then removed one of the two leather straps he had placed in his back pocket and wrapped it around the front of Frank’s chest, buckling it behind him.
“W-what are you d-doing?” Frank’s stuttering was absolutely adorable. He took the second strap and repeated the previous process, only lower.

“Making sure you can’t try anything.” The first time Gerard had relations with an angel the angel had hit him in the face with its wings trying to get away. It hurt like a motherfucker. Gerard never made the same mistakes twice.

He moved to the same toy chest that he had gotten the scarf and leather straps out of, and pulled a pair of leather cuffs out, walking back over to Frank and forcefully pulling his arms behind his back and binding them. He then walked in front of Frank and reached for the button of his jeans.

“You know, I’ve never seen an angel with as many tattoos as you do, and definitely not the type of tattoos you do.” Gerard said as he unbuttoned Frank’s blue jeans and pulled them down around his ankles. “So sexy.” He breathed as he dropped Frank’s briefs to the pile at his feet. Gerard brought his hand down to Frank’s balls, massaging them with one of his hands while the other one cupped the back of his neck and pulled Frank forward into a rough kiss. Frank let out a moan as Gerard’s hand continued with its assault and Gerard pulled away, laughing at the inexperienced boy.

“Do you like that Frankie?” Frank moaned in response and Gerard stuck his tongue out licking Frank’s closed mouth. By this time Frank was painfully hard, and it was turning him on even more. There were three words you could use to describe Gerard. The fist was obvious: demon. The second and third were only obvious if you were ever with him in the bedroom: sadist and masochist, or sadomasochist if you would prefer to limit it down to two words. He slipped a cock ring around Frank, then started to pump him, creating more pressure for poor little Frankie.

Gerard could have come just from hearing Frank’s cries of discomfort, but he wanted this to last much longer and it was becoming increasingly difficult not to throw Frank down on the bed and fuck him senseless. Gerard released Frank’s cock and bent down to take off his shoes, and socks before finally pulling the jeans and underwear from around his ankles. He pushed Frank over to the bed, pushing him down face first before taking the chain that was hanging from one of the posts that made up the footboard and snapping the metal cuff around Frank’s ankle, moving around and doing the same with the other side so Frank was spread eagle. He then adjusted the length of the chain so Frank couldn’t move before he pulled Frank up so he was sitting on his knees, legs still spread apart. There were two more chains on the foot cuffs, they were much shorter though. On each end of the chain was a special clasp, you had to unscrew a little cylinder shaped piece in order to open the clasp. One of those ends was already attached to the foot cuff, so all Gerard had to do was get the other one around the little metal ring on the side of the leather cuffs Frank was wearing around his wrists and everything would be ready. He did just that, then stood back to admire his work. Beautiful, he thought, absolutely fucking beautiful.

Gerard walked up to the footboard, so he was behind Frank, and wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist. He started nibbling on the back of Frank’s neck, enjoying the soft skin that only an angel could have.

“Do you want me Frankie?” My breath was hot against his skin that was beginning to build up a sweat.

“No.”

“Mmm, I think you’re lying.” He hummed, and pulled away from him. Gerard went to another toy chest, getting everything he would need for the night before he returned to Frank. There was a small fold-up table under the bed that he set everything up on, grinning wildly as he did so. He couldn’t wait to get started.

His arms once again found their way around the small boy’s waist, this time however, one of his hands snaked upwards and he started rubbing circles on, and around, Frank’s left nipple. Frank arched his back, making Gerard smirk in satisfaction. He began twisting and pulling as hard as he could without pulling Frank’s nipple off, it had happened before and as stated previously, Gerard never made the same mistake twice.

It quickly grew as hard a little stone, and that’s when Gerard put a clamp on it. Frank gasped in pain at how hard it snapped down on the sensitive piece of flesh. Gerard then moved on to the other one, this time reaching his head around Frank’s body, licking and biting at it, then putting a clamp on it when it was hard enough. Gerard left Frank one again, strutting over to the wall and picking a candle out of one of the candle holders.

When Gerard returned to Frank once more he moaned at the scene before him. Frank’s back was arched as far as it could possibly go and he was dry humping the air with his lip between his teeth, gasping for air. As much as Gerard loved the sight he had to put a stop to it. He reached around Frank with the candle in hand, putting it under one of the metal clamps, heating it up until Frank screamed out in pain, then repeating the process on the other. He watched over Frank’s shoulder as some of the wax dripped off the candle and down his chest, some even landing on his fully erect cock. He screamed again as another drop landed on his dick, throwing his head back to rest on my shoulder.

“You’re so pretty Frankie. I wanna draw you.” Gerard sighed against Frank’s cheek before roughly pushing him forward so he was still on his knees, but his shoulders and forehead were resting on the bed, but more importantly, his ass was up in the air, on full display for Gerard.
Next, Gerard opened Frank’s mouth, sticking three fingers in and instructing him to suck. Frank did as told, not knowing what was coming next, only that he felt so good, even though he was in pain, it was a good kind of pain; Gerard was making him feel so good. When Gerard took his fingers out of Frank’s mouth, Frank immediately wondered what was coming next. He seemed to always be wondering what was coming next with Gerard. When he felt something foreign penetrate him, he gasped in distress. Whatever it was, it felt pretty small but it was still new to have anything, even anything small, being shoved up his ass. He guesses it was Gerard’s fingers when another one was added, adding to the discomfort. He had heard other angels talking about this one time, it was a sin, but now that Frank was experiencing it he didn’t know how something that felt so good could be a sin. He gasped in surprise when the two fingers spread his hole and another object pushed its way in. The new object was warm, and wet, and moved inside him in ways that shouldn’t be possible; twisting and curling like a serpent.
Frank cried out in disappointment when the object, presumably Gerard’s tongue, was removed and two more fingers were added. This time Frank cried out in pain as the four fingers thrusted in and out of him. They weren’t there for long, however, they soon pulled out, leaving Frank feeling relived that the pain was over, but empty at the same time. The empty feeling didn’t last for long, as something much bigger was suddenly shoved hard up his ass, making Frank cry out in pain once more, a few tears soaking through the blindfold. Gerard began moving it in and out of Frank at a fast pace, not giving him any time to adjust to it. Pain was mixed with immense pleasure when the object hit a specific spot, and Frank let out the loudest moan he could, probably sounding like what humans called a ‘two cent whore’. As soon as Frank let out that moan it stopped moving, it seemed that Gerard had been looking for that particular spot. Another new sensation wracked through Frank’s body: vibrations. The object inside him was vibrating against the sweet spot. Frank felt like the breath had been knocked out of him; he wasn’t even able to moan this time, just let out little pants here and there.

“Just like that Frankie, I wanna draw you just like that.” Gerard moaned next to Frank’s ear. The reactions he was getting out of Frank were ten times better than any he’d expected. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold out, but he hoped it would be long enough to finish the picture. Just in case he couldn’t last that long though, he took a camera out from the armoire and snapped a few pictures, loving the angle. Then he started on his drawing. Not a lot of people knew this, but Gerard was quite the artist, always had been. His favorite subject to draw was angels, vulnerable and at his mercy, just like Frank was now. Frank was the most beautiful angel he had ever seen, definitely his favorite to draw. Gerard would be sad to let him go.

Frank was writhing in agony. The vibrations had steadily increased from gentle to excruciatingly fast and hard. The pressure in Frank’s cock had also increased and it was more painful than anything that he had ever felt in his immortal life. Sobs were wracking through his small body, tears soaking the blindfold. Frank fell forward, off his knees so he was laying flat on the bed. He started thrusting his hips down into the bed, the friction felt so fucking good. Almost as soon as he started, he was stopped. Two hands gripped my hips angrily, bringing them up to their previous position. The hands let go of Frank’s hips, only for one of them to come down on his ass in three rapid successions. He let out a small yelp, only out of surprise, the stinging felt amazingly good.

Gerard had gotten three fourths of the way done with his drawing before he decided enough was enough. He could hear Frank sobbing, and it was going straight to his cock. He threw the sketchbook down on the ground beside the chair he had been sitting in, and strode over to Frank. He removed the dildo from Frank’s ass before removing the foot cuffs, and releasing the handcuffs from the foot cuffs. He flipped Frank on his back, removing the blindfold to stare into those gorgeous hazel eyes as he undressed.

Frank watched in awe as Gerard undressed. He started with his shirt, slowly pulling it up, and off his head, revealing a smooth, hair free chest to Frank. Gerard then moved to his belt, adorned with a bat belt buckle. The leather made no noise as it slipped through the belt loops of Gerard’s jeans. Frank was eager to see Gerard take his pants off. He was guessing that Gerard knew this, as he pulled them down heartbreakingly slow. When Gerard had finally gotten the jeans down passed his hips, and a bit of his thighs, Frank was surprised to see that Gerard was not wearing any underwear.

Once the pants were around Gerard’s knees, he let them go and moved one of his hands to his leaking cock, teasing himself. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as another moan escaped passed his lips. His head quickly snapped up to look at the small writhing boy on the bed. He was letting out moans of pleasure, and grunts of discomfort from lying on his hands.
Frank felt the bed dip in front of him as Gerard got on the bed, and let out a moan thinking about what was to come. The tears were still flowing down his face as Gerard pulled his legs up so his thighs were pressed back against his chest, and his calves were pressed back against his thighs. Frank let out a yelp as Gerard thrust into him without warning.

Gerard didn’t bother prepping Frank before roughly shoving his cock deep inside of him, as that task had already been taken care of. Gerard wasn’t one for lube or condoms either, Gerard rarely fucked anyone, or anything that could possibly give him an STD, but even if he fucked a thousand people infected with AIDS, it wouldn’t matter, because demons don’t contract STDs. He continued his assault, ramming into Frank’s ass as fast, and as deep, as possible. Despite any pain Frank might have been in before, Frank was now moaning like a whore. Gerard leaned forward, tangling his fingers through Frank’s dark locks and tugging backwards. Their lips crashed together desperately. Gerard didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold out. He wasn’t usually so weak, but Frank was just absolutely fucking wonderful, and different than any other angel, or other being, he had ever fucked. He was so submissive, and innocent.
Frank let out a sigh of relief when Gerard removed the cock ring. If it had been delayed any longer he would have exploded. When it came off however, that’s exactly what he did; he exploded all over his and Gerard’s chests. It felt so fucking magnificent as Frank’s eyes rolled back into his head and his back arched off the bed, into Gerard’s sweat and cum covered chest. His vision went white, before fading into black.

Gerard sighed in disappointment as Frank’s body went limp, he continued, however, pounding into Frank’s perfect little ass, harder, faster, and deeper than before. It wasn’t long before Gerard felt himself cumming into the lifeless body below him. He rode out his orgasm and collapsed on the bed next to Frank’s body once he was done.

It really was such a shame, Gerard thought as he looked over Frank’s body, he was so perfect. It happened every time. Since the only angels Gerard could seem to trap were the young and naïve ones (it was extremely difficult to get within a ten foot distance of an angel that had been around for more than one hundred years without being detected) they always died as soon as they came. Their poor little bodies just couldn’t take it. Gerard always wondered what happened to the angels after they died; he supposed that they got sent to purgatory. Angels weren’t really living in the first place, so they couldn’t just go back to heaven, and he knew for a fact that they didn’t go to hell. Perhaps they just stopped existing altogether, never to be seen or heard from again.