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Today was the day.
Today's the day, Gerard thought as he slipped into a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a Misfits hoodie. He had the whole operation planned out. If it failed, he was screwed. For once, he wasn't sending Ben or Nate out to kidnap this one. Oh no, this was his mission.
Because today, Gerard Arthur Way, aged 20, was going to kidnap Franklin Anthony Thomas Iero, aged 17.
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Frank shivered. He had the slight sensation he was being watched.
"Fucking freaky," he murmured as he continued on his way to the music shop. His new guitar should have been ready for him to pick up now, he was ecstatic. The music shop neared, Frank could see it now. He grinned wide, his veins pumping and adrenaline filling his small body.
"Hello there, sugar. Remember me?" A silky soft, yet very familiar voice called out to Frank. Spinning round, Frank came face to face with his ex-boyfriend. Gerard Way.
-
Gerard had changed since Frank had last saw him. He had gotten even paler, if that was even possible, and his hazel eyes shone with malice that the smaller, tattooed boy had never seen before. His hair was no longer black and long, but rather short, and a white-blonde that resembled the skin of a dead person. He was still wearing the same Misfits hoodie and ripped skinny jeans, and his eyes were still rimmed in smoky black, but all in all, Gerard had changed. And to be perfectly honest, it wasn't for the better.
"G-Gerard," Frank squeaked, somewhat terrified and somewhat overjoyed.
"Smart guess," the older man smirked. He stroked a pale finger over Frank's neck, tracing the outline of his scorpion tattoo.
"Pretty, just like yourself," he murmured. Frank let out a quiet moan, clearly relaxed and somewhat aroused by his ex-boyfriend's touch.
"R-really?" Frank whispered. Gerard nodded.
"Where were you headed?" The blonde knew where his doll was headed, and it sure as fuck wasn't going to be the music shop.
"M-music shop.." Frank whispered breathily.
"Care to spend a little time with me?" Gerard smirked and dragged the younger boy to a dark alley. Frank nodded, and gasped slightly when the 20 year old crushed their lips hungrily together.
"Mmmmm.. Missed your taste," Gerard groaned and moved his mouth to Frank's tattooed neck, sucking viciously over the inked flesh of his doll's neck.
"F-fuck.." Frank moaned quietly, the bulge in his tight pants quite evident.
"You like this," Gerard muttered as he ran his tongue over Frank's reddening skin, delighting at the boy's luscious taste.
"N-no fucking shit, Sherlock," Frank moaned again, voice fading slowly away.
"You want me." The words uttered weren't a question.
"Y-yes, yes, fuck yes," the tattooed boy groaned, rubbing against Gerard.
"Come with me," the blonde man smirked, "and you can have what you want." Frank's eyes widened, surely his ex-lover didn't mean he was going to abduct him?
"A-as in g-go live with you?" He voiced his fears quietly.
"Yes, Franklin."
"N-no!!" Frank yelped, pulling away from Gerard.
"Oh, Frankie, surely you can't be that stupid," Gerard chuckled and pulled the squirming teenager back into his arms, forcefully bringing their lips together again. He pushed Frank against a wall, his lips trailing sweet kisses down his neck.
"L-let me go!" Frank tried to flail his way free but was merely too aroused by Gerard's actions.
"Never, my doll, never." With pale, spidery fingers, Gerard unzipped Frank's jacket and yanked off his shirt, gazing at the tattooed and slightly tanned flesh bared.
"I-I'm cold," the shirtless one whimpered.
"You won't be when I'm finished with you," Gerard whispered and latched his mouth onto his lover's pebbly nipple, sucking and biting at it like this was his last chance to ever do an act of this sort again. Frank moaned again, staring up at the darkening sky, then looking down at the man attacking his chest. Gerard moved a hand to twist and flick and pinch Frank's other nipple, smirking slightly.
"Fuck!" The cry emitted from the boy was enough to set Gerard's skin ablaze in lusty flames. He wanted so desperately to slam into the writhing teenager, to hear him scream and moan his name. He chuckled inwardly, soon Frank would be his, his forever, his doll to do with as he pleased. Frank thrusted his hips up, grazing Gerard's tight jeans with his equally tight ones. Gerard let out a soft moan, retracting his mouth from Frank's nipple.
"Do you want me?" The words mixed in with the bitterly cold air, the sheer iciness of the wind sending goosebumps rising on Frank's skin.
"Y-yes, please..."
Gerard grinned wide, and slowly unzipped Frank's tight jeans, stroking his bulging boxers gently.
"Fucking do it, Gerard," the smaller boy hissed.
"Patience, patience," Gerard chucked as he toyed with the elastic waistband of his prize's boxers. He slowly yanked them down, smirking and grabbing Frank's length. The boy with the black and red hair gasped and moaned loudly as Gerard licked his tip.
"Gerard!" He yelped in pleasure when the blonde took the whole of his length into his warm mouth, sucking hard on his cock. Frank moaned loudly, throwing his head back as Gerard continued to work his warm, wet mouth on the teen's cock. Frank hadn't been given this kind of pleasure before, well, not after Gerard left the first time. After that, he stayed well away from any kind of relationships, be it friendships or romantic relations. Ash was his best friend before Gerard had come into the picture, enchanted him. But back to reality. Frank tangled his inked fingers into the white-blonde hair on Gerard's head.
"Fuck!!" Frank screeched, the familiar feeling of his climax creeping up on him. He screamed as he came into Gerard's mouth, the recipient of Frank's load smirking evilly.
"Come with me, little one," Gerard whispered.
"N-no!! I-I said no!" Frank pouted, his legs close to buckling.
"Then I guess I'll have to force you," Gerard growled. He took out the small vial of laudanum he had concealed in his hoodie, and forced Frank's mouth open. He poured it in, grabbing Frank's nose so he couldn't breathe, forcing him to swallow the liquid. Tears fell down Frank's cheeks as he swallowed the sleeping concoction that was forced into his mouth. Gerard smiled psychotically when he saw the boy's throat move in a way that told him he had taken the drug.
"Good boy, Frankie," Gerard giggled as Frank fell into his arms, unconscious.
Get your asses over here, Gerard sent a text off to Nate and Ben.
-
"Where am I?" Frank asked groggily when he woke up.
"You're mine," Gerard giggled.
"You're gonna be my doll, and I'm gonna love you forever."
-
"Yet another teenager has gone missing. Frank Iero, aged seventeen, disappeared sometime last night. His family have said he was leaving to get a new guitar but never returned. Authorities are on the lookout for the lost boy, but no promises can be made. All we know is that there is a ferocious killer out there, and he won't stop until he has what he wants."
Today's the day, Gerard thought as he slipped into a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a Misfits hoodie. He had the whole operation planned out. If it failed, he was screwed. For once, he wasn't sending Ben or Nate out to kidnap this one. Oh no, this was his mission.
Because today, Gerard Arthur Way, aged 20, was going to kidnap Franklin Anthony Thomas Iero, aged 17.
-
Frank shivered. He had the slight sensation he was being watched.
"Fucking freaky," he murmured as he continued on his way to the music shop. His new guitar should have been ready for him to pick up now, he was ecstatic. The music shop neared, Frank could see it now. He grinned wide, his veins pumping and adrenaline filling his small body.
"Hello there, sugar. Remember me?" A silky soft, yet very familiar voice called out to Frank. Spinning round, Frank came face to face with his ex-boyfriend. Gerard Way.
-
Gerard had changed since Frank had last saw him. He had gotten even paler, if that was even possible, and his hazel eyes shone with malice that the smaller, tattooed boy had never seen before. His hair was no longer black and long, but rather short, and a white-blonde that resembled the skin of a dead person. He was still wearing the same Misfits hoodie and ripped skinny jeans, and his eyes were still rimmed in smoky black, but all in all, Gerard had changed. And to be perfectly honest, it wasn't for the better.
"G-Gerard," Frank squeaked, somewhat terrified and somewhat overjoyed.
"Smart guess," the older man smirked. He stroked a pale finger over Frank's neck, tracing the outline of his scorpion tattoo.
"Pretty, just like yourself," he murmured. Frank let out a quiet moan, clearly relaxed and somewhat aroused by his ex-boyfriend's touch.
"R-really?" Frank whispered. Gerard nodded.
"Where were you headed?" The blonde knew where his doll was headed, and it sure as fuck wasn't going to be the music shop.
"M-music shop.." Frank whispered breathily.
"Care to spend a little time with me?" Gerard smirked and dragged the younger boy to a dark alley. Frank nodded, and gasped slightly when the 20 year old crushed their lips hungrily together.
"Mmmmm.. Missed your taste," Gerard groaned and moved his mouth to Frank's tattooed neck, sucking viciously over the inked flesh of his doll's neck.
"F-fuck.." Frank moaned quietly, the bulge in his tight pants quite evident.
"You like this," Gerard muttered as he ran his tongue over Frank's reddening skin, delighting at the boy's luscious taste.
"N-no fucking shit, Sherlock," Frank moaned again, voice fading slowly away.
"You want me." The words uttered weren't a question.
"Y-yes, yes, fuck yes," the tattooed boy groaned, rubbing against Gerard.
"Come with me," the blonde man smirked, "and you can have what you want." Frank's eyes widened, surely his ex-lover didn't mean he was going to abduct him?
"A-as in g-go live with you?" He voiced his fears quietly.
"Yes, Franklin."
"N-no!!" Frank yelped, pulling away from Gerard.
"Oh, Frankie, surely you can't be that stupid," Gerard chuckled and pulled the squirming teenager back into his arms, forcefully bringing their lips together again. He pushed Frank against a wall, his lips trailing sweet kisses down his neck.
"L-let me go!" Frank tried to flail his way free but was merely too aroused by Gerard's actions.
"Never, my doll, never." With pale, spidery fingers, Gerard unzipped Frank's jacket and yanked off his shirt, gazing at the tattooed and slightly tanned flesh bared.
"I-I'm cold," the shirtless one whimpered.
"You won't be when I'm finished with you," Gerard whispered and latched his mouth onto his lover's pebbly nipple, sucking and biting at it like this was his last chance to ever do an act of this sort again. Frank moaned again, staring up at the darkening sky, then looking down at the man attacking his chest. Gerard moved a hand to twist and flick and pinch Frank's other nipple, smirking slightly.
"Fuck!" The cry emitted from the boy was enough to set Gerard's skin ablaze in lusty flames. He wanted so desperately to slam into the writhing teenager, to hear him scream and moan his name. He chuckled inwardly, soon Frank would be his, his forever, his doll to do with as he pleased. Frank thrusted his hips up, grazing Gerard's tight jeans with his equally tight ones. Gerard let out a soft moan, retracting his mouth from Frank's nipple.
"Do you want me?" The words mixed in with the bitterly cold air, the sheer iciness of the wind sending goosebumps rising on Frank's skin.
"Y-yes, please..."
Gerard grinned wide, and slowly unzipped Frank's tight jeans, stroking his bulging boxers gently.
"Fucking do it, Gerard," the smaller boy hissed.
"Patience, patience," Gerard chucked as he toyed with the elastic waistband of his prize's boxers. He slowly yanked them down, smirking and grabbing Frank's length. The boy with the black and red hair gasped and moaned loudly as Gerard licked his tip.
"Gerard!" He yelped in pleasure when the blonde took the whole of his length into his warm mouth, sucking hard on his cock. Frank moaned loudly, throwing his head back as Gerard continued to work his warm, wet mouth on the teen's cock. Frank hadn't been given this kind of pleasure before, well, not after Gerard left the first time. After that, he stayed well away from any kind of relationships, be it friendships or romantic relations. Ash was his best friend before Gerard had come into the picture, enchanted him. But back to reality. Frank tangled his inked fingers into the white-blonde hair on Gerard's head.
"Fuck!!" Frank screeched, the familiar feeling of his climax creeping up on him. He screamed as he came into Gerard's mouth, the recipient of Frank's load smirking evilly.
"Come with me, little one," Gerard whispered.
"N-no!! I-I said no!" Frank pouted, his legs close to buckling.
"Then I guess I'll have to force you," Gerard growled. He took out the small vial of laudanum he had concealed in his hoodie, and forced Frank's mouth open. He poured it in, grabbing Frank's nose so he couldn't breathe, forcing him to swallow the liquid. Tears fell down Frank's cheeks as he swallowed the sleeping concoction that was forced into his mouth. Gerard smiled psychotically when he saw the boy's throat move in a way that told him he had taken the drug.
"Good boy, Frankie," Gerard giggled as Frank fell into his arms, unconscious.
Get your asses over here, Gerard sent a text off to Nate and Ben.
-
"Where am I?" Frank asked groggily when he woke up.
"You're mine," Gerard giggled.
"You're gonna be my doll, and I'm gonna love you forever."
-
"Yet another teenager has gone missing. Frank Iero, aged seventeen, disappeared sometime last night. His family have said he was leaving to get a new guitar but never returned. Authorities are on the lookout for the lost boy, but no promises can be made. All we know is that there is a ferocious killer out there, and he won't stop until he has what he wants."
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