Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Darling
A/N: So anyone who is reading Bondage Mansion knows about the struggle I had when I reached a part where the Mistress of the house is suppose to be raped multiple times. First by the friends of the cousin and then again my the gardener. I could not go through with it though. I did not want to put Frank in that kind of light in my fic. So I danced around it and did like i was comfortable. For those curious who are not reading Bondage Mansion, check out chapters 23-25.
Which brings me to this chapter. There is a brutal rape in this hentai and while it is in the mind of the writer, it is still intense. The character is raped multiple times in fact and her panties are used as a gag. I just did not know how I was going to pull it off. The chapter in the hentai is setting up for a superhero story. As you know it was set up in the last chapter that Frank is going to dress as Fun Ghoul. This means that his enemy would have to be Party Poison. I took a page from the book of *akamine_chan* who is the genius behind The Sharpest Live Series on AO3. Read that shit if you never have, it is fucking amazing! So that is my inspiration for the smarmy version of Poison that was written.
I was not sure how to segway out of the rape scene when it was over other than sex, but it did not seem right. I think I ended the chapter the right way and when i gave it to *Trixgrl* to beta, we lost *RedRomRomance* to cannibal pre-schoolers sniff sniff nah, she'll just add her two cents later on, she started going on about the band that was featured on the back of the TLFK comic, This Good Robot. I just noticed that Frank gave them a shout out and that it was for listeners of MCR too. So I listened to the song that she was gushing over and i swear i could hear it playing in the background of the ending of the chapter. I urge you to play it while you are reading the ending after the rape scene. I wonder if you will cry like me. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H88D76HeiLA&feature=youtu.be
Please enjoy this chapter either way and I just want to let you guys know that I am planning something big for the next chapter of Bondage, in the notes and the chapter itself. It is the big 40 so that means that there is only ten more to go after that. Than new fic! ^-^
The chapter title comes from the song "The Human I Am" by This Good Robot
Incidentally, I left my lights on today while I was at work and my battery died, so i decided to use my bad luck as Frank's. @~@
*Gerard*
Gerard was thankful that Frank was not home yet. In order to make the superhero idea work he had to create a situation that would call for one. He had an idea, but he did not want to involve Frank in it. Quite honestly he did not expect to use Hyper Erection Mode for this one at all. He sat at his desk with a blank sheet and a pencil in his hand. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. He brought the charcoal down to the crisp white surface and began to draw.
*Exterior: Train Station Parking Lot*
Frank had a hard day. He slumped, still in his seat, as the train pulled into the station. All he wanted to do was get home and crack open a cold one. That last client just pulled what little energy he had completely away. His suit felt heavy on him like it was made of lead. His tie felt like it was going to come alive and strangle him. He disembarked from the train and made his way down the steps to the parking lot with the rest of the passengers. It was late and this was one of the last trains coming in so there were far fewer people than he was used to. It made him feel a little uneasy. No matter, as soon as he was warm in his car, he would feel much better. He picked up his pace and started to whistle as he spotted the tiny vehicle waiting in its numbered space. He opened the door and sat down. He placed the key in the ignition turned it and…nothing. Frank looked at the blank dash board and that was when he noticed that the parking lights were on. He could have sworn he turned them off. Frank groaned and hit the steering wheel with his head. That made the horn sound and the abrupt noise made him cry out.
”Stupid fucking car. Stupid fucking lights. Stupid fucking luck.”
Frank looked at his watch and saw that he still had time to catch the last bus. He jumped out of his car and grabbing his briefcase, locking the doors behind him. He would get a ride from Patrick in the morning and have him give a jump. Frank began to make his way to the street and head toward the bus stop.
There was no one on the road, not even a car. Frank walked quickly listening to the sound of his heels hit the pavement with each step. They echoed loudly and made him more nervous. As he passed under a street lamp it suddenly blinked out. It made him jump, but then he quickly admonished himself for acting like a frightened child. As he passed a corner a man came around it. He was dressed in a pair of tight dirty white jeans with a hoodie so that his face was blocked. His heavy boots hit the pavement with force each step he made. He kept his head down, but had a habit of flexing the fingerless leather driving gloves that he wore. The sound of the leather moving against itself seemed to magnify in the quiet of the night. He never overcame Frank, but he lingered behind him. Frank was not sure if this was worse. After a few minutes of this noise, Frank decided to turn and say something to the guy, but when he did he found the street empty again. He briefly wondered where he went, but figured he turned down another alley that they passed. Frank decided to keep moving.
Just before the bus stop was a tunnel. A traveler had a choice of going through it or going up a series of steps and using the overpass. Frank had walked through this tunnel many times and his legs ached with the thought of using the stairs. Frank shrugged and continued under the overpass. As he continued to move he kept looking behind himself.
”Great, now I’m fucking paranoid! Way to go Iero, acting like a pansy. Suck it up and just get to the bus stop before you fucking miss it!”
The outer monologue seem to help and Frank was feeling a bit better. He saw the end of the tunnel and relaxed visibly. He was about to exit when someone jumped down from the edge of the overpass. When the guy landed and turned around Frank recognized him as the guy that was walking behind him earlier. He shook off his hood and Frank saw that the guy had bright red hair and was wearing a yellow mask. Frank began to back up as the masked man advanced on him. Frank was about to turn and make a run for it when he pivoted wrong and his ankle twisted in pain. The masked man lunged for him and got a hold of Frank’s jacket. The buttons popped as it tore off of him. Frank landed on his knees with the first sound out of his mouth. He attempted to crawl away, but the masked man grabbed for him again and brought him down onto his stomach in the filth of the floor.
”Now Pretty, where do you think you are going?”
Frank scrambled up and made it to the wall of the tunnel. He turned around to see his attacker, but only the yellow mask was visible. The masked man leered at Frank and slammed both his hands on either side of Frank’s head. Frank winced at the sound of the leather scrapping on the wall near his ear. The masked man leaned into his ear and whispered with a sinister voice.
”Mmmm Pretty, we are going to have a shiny time you and I.”
He licked up the side of Frank’s neck and Frank cried out. Quickly one hand was around his throat, pinning him to the wall, while the other was loosening his tie. He felt the noose drag up and over his mouth. The masked man hummed while he rolled the tie up and held it in front of Frank's mouth.
”Open for me Pretty.”
Frank shook his head and clamped his mouth tight. The masked man chuckled and placed his mouth back near Frank’s ear. He bit down on his earlobe and when Frank cried out he shoved the rolled cloth into his mouth and tightened the noose so that it was trapped there. The man then produced a rope and although Frank tried to struggle he managed to get his hands bound behind his back. The masked man ripped open Frank’s shirt causing buttons to fly everywhere. One of them rolled to a stop a good distance from them and Frank concentrated his focus there instead of on the man who was clearly about to hurt him. Frank felt his face grabbed by one of the fingerless gloves and pushed back to face his attacker.
The masked man pulled the tie down and smashed his mouth against Frank’s. He sucked and bit on his bottom lip until Frank parted his and he invaded it with his tongue. Frank scrambled for ground with his heels, but he was still pinned by the man’s other gloved hand.
”Now now Doll, it’s not wise to try and get away from Poison. I would hate to ghost a Pretty like you, besides we have not even begun to play.”
”P-P-P-Play?”
”Oh yes Pretty, and as long as you listen to me, everything will be candy floss. But if you disobey me and make any noises, well, you will be in a world of hurt. Do you understand me?”
Frank nodded, but tears were streaming down his face. The masked man, Poison, started to undo Frank’s belt and zipper. Frank continued to whimper quietly as his pants were pulled down along with his boxers. He was now left exposed sitting on the dirty ground of the tunnel as Poison appraised him visually and verbally.
”So beautiful, just like I knew you would be. I have been watching you for a while now Pretty. I knew where you parked, what train you took, and how long you would be gone. They always say that you are supposed to vary your routine; lucky for me you didn’t heed that advice."
Poison pulled a car key out of his pocket. It was Frank’s spare key.
”You fucker! I knew I didn’t leave my lights on this morning!”
Frank could say nothing else as the palm of the leather glove connected with his cheek. Just as quickly the other back of the hand came and hit his other cheek. Frank was forced to the ground with a yelp and his face pushed into the concrete. Frank groaned in pain, but it did not stop him from hearing the telltale sound of the metal teeth of the zipper on Poison’s jeans as they parted sides.
”tsk tsk Oh Pretty, I am afraid that this will not be candy floss for you after all.”
Poison shoved the tie back into Frank’s mouth and pulled him onto his knees. He gripped a fist full of Frank’s hair as he lined himself up with Frank’s opening. With no warning Poison pushed himself into Frank eliciting a cry that vibrated through Frank’s whole body. Frank cried out through the saliva soaked cloth as Poison rammed into him with no regard. He could feel the blood trickling out him and dripping down his inner thighs. Frank listened to Poison grunt and moan as he continued to spill filth from hip lips.
”Fuck yeah Doll, so good, so tight like I knew you would be.”
Frank continued to cry as he was violated. At one point Poison pulled out and turned him over on his side. He yanked Frank’s leg up over his shoulder and pushed back in. He gripped Frank’s thigh and used it as a lever to pull Frank’s body towards him. Frank could feel him going in deeper than before and that made it even more painful. On one hard stroke, Poison hit his prostate and Frank let out a muffled scream. Poison smirked and did it again. Frank started to buck against Poison and although he was trying his best not to, he could feel his cock getting hard. Poison reached down and wrapped a gloved hand around it and began to stroke Frank in time with his thrusts.
”That’s it Pretty, knew you would come around. Come on, that’s it, you gonna cum for me?”
Frank shook his head, but he knew that his body was going to betray him as the warmth entered his stomach. Poison continued to aim for his prostate and Frank let out fresh tears as he arched his back and came all over Poison’s hand. The constricting of his body sent Poison over the edge and he threw his own head back and came deep in Frank’s ass. He rode out his orgasm shuddering and gripping Frank’s thigh digging his nails into the soft flesh. When he was spent he pulled out and stood up. Poison looked at his gloved hand covered in Frank's cum. He licked it like a cat licking cream. He smiled down at the disheveled figure on the ground.
"Mmm Doll, tastes just like you, sweet with a bitter bite to it."
Poison chuckled at his own comment as he tucked himself back in to his jeans and zipped them up. He walked around to the front of Frank and squatted down in front of him. He grabbed a fist full of his hair and, removing the tie, pulled him into another kiss. Frank gave no resistance this time. Poison pulled back from him and smiled. He dropped his head back down and reached around and untied Frank’s hands. Frank pulled his hands to the front of his chest and rubbed where the rope had bit into his wrists. Poison stood back up and began walking away. Frank pushed himself onto his knees and looked up at the man leaving. Poison turned around and looked at Frank. He cocked a hip to the side and placed one hand on it. The other brought his hood back over his head hiding the red hair once again.
”Well Doll it was fun, but I have to jet. Remember you can keep running Pretty, but I will always catch you. Till next time, bye Frankie.”
Poison wiggled his fingers at Frank and then turned and sauntered out of the tunnel and into the night, his heavy boots echoing in the tunnel walls.
*Frank*
Frank arrived home with double good news for Gerard. First, he found a superhero costume that he thought Gerard was going to love and best of all two, Mikey was coming over for dinner with Ray! Frank was already running through recipes that he was dying to try out in his head. he had this great recipe that someone posted online that used ginger, apples, and lettuce cups. it also called for chicken, but he figured he could sub tofu for a protein. Oooh, maybe he could try frying it for a crunch!
”Gee, I’m home and I found a costume!”
Frank walked into the foyer and took off his shoes. He placed the bag from P&P on the hall table and walked into the living room. He did not see Gerard there. He looked on the table and saw that the lunch that he prepared earlier was still there barely touched. Frank had a moment of panic that Gerard collapsed from work again and ran into the hallway. He popped his head in the bedroom, but the bed was undisturbed. He checked the office, but the desk was empty. He did see that Gerard had been working though. Frank was surprised, he thought that he needed Frank as his muse to draw and how did he do it without Hyper Erection Mode? Frank walked in and looked at the new illustrations. He picked up the papers and shuffled through them. He saw the drawing of himself trying to start a car and then walking down a street and into a tunnel and then getting raped by a man in a mask….
”WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Raped!? Gerard wrote a story about him being raped by a guy with red hair and a yellow mask!? What was he thinking? Frank continued to shuffle through the pages and watched the brutal rape unfold. He saw where Gerard had shaded to represent the trickles of blood that were coming out of Frank as the rapist, Poison, continued his assault. Frank wanted to throw up at this sight. He watched his character cry and beg through the cloth in his mouth and it was too much to bear. Frank turned the papers on their side and began to rip them in half. He stopped when he noticed a blotch mark on almost the last page. He turned to it and it seemed that the rape was over. The Frank on the page was trying to pick himself up, but it was hard to see because there were water marks on the panels. He looked at the next page where Poison was waving, were his fingers wiggling? Then he was walking off. That panel was wrinkled from the amount of moisture on it. Frank suddenly realized what the water was, Gerard had been crying. He cried while he wrote this story. Even he could not handle a fictitious Frank being hurt. Frank felt guilty for wanting to tear up the paper now. He smoothed it out and put it back on the desk. Frank left the room and went to the only other place that Gerard could be. He walked into the laundry room and took off his clothes. He placed them in the hamper and slid the door to the bathing room open. He saw Gerard curled up in the tub with his face buried in his hands. His body was shaking. Frank quietly padded over to the tub and sat down on the rim. He reached out and gently ran his hand through Gerard’s hair.
”F-F-F-Frankie?”
”Yeah Gee, I’m here. Shhh, it’s okay.”
”Oh Frankie!”
Gerard grabbed onto Frank’s waist and buried his face in his lap. Frank soothed him while he cried. Frank understood how scared he was writing that chapter and why he not only did not need, but did not want Frank there for it.
”You didn’t use Hyper Erection Mode did you? That is why you did not eat before you drew.”
”Yeah Frankie, I, I just couldn’t get excited thinking about hurting you. I would never want to even think of something like that happening to you. I would kill myself first.”
Frank lifted Gerard’s face up to meet his eyes.
”Don’t talk like that Gee please. I almost lost you once; I don’t want to go through that again, even in thought.”
”Never Frankie, never again, I promise.”
Frank looked into Gerard’s eyes. He saw love, promise, and hope for the future in them. He leaned down at the same time Gerard pushed up in the water and their lips met in a simple kiss. There was more in that kiss than all the physical love in the world, even in their lifetime. It spoke more than any words they could say. It was just them and that was all they needed.
”I love you Gee.”
”I love you Frankie.”
Which brings me to this chapter. There is a brutal rape in this hentai and while it is in the mind of the writer, it is still intense. The character is raped multiple times in fact and her panties are used as a gag. I just did not know how I was going to pull it off. The chapter in the hentai is setting up for a superhero story. As you know it was set up in the last chapter that Frank is going to dress as Fun Ghoul. This means that his enemy would have to be Party Poison. I took a page from the book of *akamine_chan* who is the genius behind The Sharpest Live Series on AO3. Read that shit if you never have, it is fucking amazing! So that is my inspiration for the smarmy version of Poison that was written.
I was not sure how to segway out of the rape scene when it was over other than sex, but it did not seem right. I think I ended the chapter the right way and when i gave it to *Trixgrl* to beta, we lost *RedRomRomance* to cannibal pre-schoolers sniff sniff nah, she'll just add her two cents later on, she started going on about the band that was featured on the back of the TLFK comic, This Good Robot. I just noticed that Frank gave them a shout out and that it was for listeners of MCR too. So I listened to the song that she was gushing over and i swear i could hear it playing in the background of the ending of the chapter. I urge you to play it while you are reading the ending after the rape scene. I wonder if you will cry like me. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H88D76HeiLA&feature=youtu.be
Please enjoy this chapter either way and I just want to let you guys know that I am planning something big for the next chapter of Bondage, in the notes and the chapter itself. It is the big 40 so that means that there is only ten more to go after that. Than new fic! ^-^
The chapter title comes from the song "The Human I Am" by This Good Robot
Incidentally, I left my lights on today while I was at work and my battery died, so i decided to use my bad luck as Frank's. @~@
*Gerard*
Gerard was thankful that Frank was not home yet. In order to make the superhero idea work he had to create a situation that would call for one. He had an idea, but he did not want to involve Frank in it. Quite honestly he did not expect to use Hyper Erection Mode for this one at all. He sat at his desk with a blank sheet and a pencil in his hand. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. He brought the charcoal down to the crisp white surface and began to draw.
*Exterior: Train Station Parking Lot*
Frank had a hard day. He slumped, still in his seat, as the train pulled into the station. All he wanted to do was get home and crack open a cold one. That last client just pulled what little energy he had completely away. His suit felt heavy on him like it was made of lead. His tie felt like it was going to come alive and strangle him. He disembarked from the train and made his way down the steps to the parking lot with the rest of the passengers. It was late and this was one of the last trains coming in so there were far fewer people than he was used to. It made him feel a little uneasy. No matter, as soon as he was warm in his car, he would feel much better. He picked up his pace and started to whistle as he spotted the tiny vehicle waiting in its numbered space. He opened the door and sat down. He placed the key in the ignition turned it and…nothing. Frank looked at the blank dash board and that was when he noticed that the parking lights were on. He could have sworn he turned them off. Frank groaned and hit the steering wheel with his head. That made the horn sound and the abrupt noise made him cry out.
”Stupid fucking car. Stupid fucking lights. Stupid fucking luck.”
Frank looked at his watch and saw that he still had time to catch the last bus. He jumped out of his car and grabbing his briefcase, locking the doors behind him. He would get a ride from Patrick in the morning and have him give a jump. Frank began to make his way to the street and head toward the bus stop.
There was no one on the road, not even a car. Frank walked quickly listening to the sound of his heels hit the pavement with each step. They echoed loudly and made him more nervous. As he passed under a street lamp it suddenly blinked out. It made him jump, but then he quickly admonished himself for acting like a frightened child. As he passed a corner a man came around it. He was dressed in a pair of tight dirty white jeans with a hoodie so that his face was blocked. His heavy boots hit the pavement with force each step he made. He kept his head down, but had a habit of flexing the fingerless leather driving gloves that he wore. The sound of the leather moving against itself seemed to magnify in the quiet of the night. He never overcame Frank, but he lingered behind him. Frank was not sure if this was worse. After a few minutes of this noise, Frank decided to turn and say something to the guy, but when he did he found the street empty again. He briefly wondered where he went, but figured he turned down another alley that they passed. Frank decided to keep moving.
Just before the bus stop was a tunnel. A traveler had a choice of going through it or going up a series of steps and using the overpass. Frank had walked through this tunnel many times and his legs ached with the thought of using the stairs. Frank shrugged and continued under the overpass. As he continued to move he kept looking behind himself.
”Great, now I’m fucking paranoid! Way to go Iero, acting like a pansy. Suck it up and just get to the bus stop before you fucking miss it!”
The outer monologue seem to help and Frank was feeling a bit better. He saw the end of the tunnel and relaxed visibly. He was about to exit when someone jumped down from the edge of the overpass. When the guy landed and turned around Frank recognized him as the guy that was walking behind him earlier. He shook off his hood and Frank saw that the guy had bright red hair and was wearing a yellow mask. Frank began to back up as the masked man advanced on him. Frank was about to turn and make a run for it when he pivoted wrong and his ankle twisted in pain. The masked man lunged for him and got a hold of Frank’s jacket. The buttons popped as it tore off of him. Frank landed on his knees with the first sound out of his mouth. He attempted to crawl away, but the masked man grabbed for him again and brought him down onto his stomach in the filth of the floor.
”Now Pretty, where do you think you are going?”
Frank scrambled up and made it to the wall of the tunnel. He turned around to see his attacker, but only the yellow mask was visible. The masked man leered at Frank and slammed both his hands on either side of Frank’s head. Frank winced at the sound of the leather scrapping on the wall near his ear. The masked man leaned into his ear and whispered with a sinister voice.
”Mmmm Pretty, we are going to have a shiny time you and I.”
He licked up the side of Frank’s neck and Frank cried out. Quickly one hand was around his throat, pinning him to the wall, while the other was loosening his tie. He felt the noose drag up and over his mouth. The masked man hummed while he rolled the tie up and held it in front of Frank's mouth.
”Open for me Pretty.”
Frank shook his head and clamped his mouth tight. The masked man chuckled and placed his mouth back near Frank’s ear. He bit down on his earlobe and when Frank cried out he shoved the rolled cloth into his mouth and tightened the noose so that it was trapped there. The man then produced a rope and although Frank tried to struggle he managed to get his hands bound behind his back. The masked man ripped open Frank’s shirt causing buttons to fly everywhere. One of them rolled to a stop a good distance from them and Frank concentrated his focus there instead of on the man who was clearly about to hurt him. Frank felt his face grabbed by one of the fingerless gloves and pushed back to face his attacker.
The masked man pulled the tie down and smashed his mouth against Frank’s. He sucked and bit on his bottom lip until Frank parted his and he invaded it with his tongue. Frank scrambled for ground with his heels, but he was still pinned by the man’s other gloved hand.
”Now now Doll, it’s not wise to try and get away from Poison. I would hate to ghost a Pretty like you, besides we have not even begun to play.”
”P-P-P-Play?”
”Oh yes Pretty, and as long as you listen to me, everything will be candy floss. But if you disobey me and make any noises, well, you will be in a world of hurt. Do you understand me?”
Frank nodded, but tears were streaming down his face. The masked man, Poison, started to undo Frank’s belt and zipper. Frank continued to whimper quietly as his pants were pulled down along with his boxers. He was now left exposed sitting on the dirty ground of the tunnel as Poison appraised him visually and verbally.
”So beautiful, just like I knew you would be. I have been watching you for a while now Pretty. I knew where you parked, what train you took, and how long you would be gone. They always say that you are supposed to vary your routine; lucky for me you didn’t heed that advice."
Poison pulled a car key out of his pocket. It was Frank’s spare key.
”You fucker! I knew I didn’t leave my lights on this morning!”
Frank could say nothing else as the palm of the leather glove connected with his cheek. Just as quickly the other back of the hand came and hit his other cheek. Frank was forced to the ground with a yelp and his face pushed into the concrete. Frank groaned in pain, but it did not stop him from hearing the telltale sound of the metal teeth of the zipper on Poison’s jeans as they parted sides.
”tsk tsk Oh Pretty, I am afraid that this will not be candy floss for you after all.”
Poison shoved the tie back into Frank’s mouth and pulled him onto his knees. He gripped a fist full of Frank’s hair as he lined himself up with Frank’s opening. With no warning Poison pushed himself into Frank eliciting a cry that vibrated through Frank’s whole body. Frank cried out through the saliva soaked cloth as Poison rammed into him with no regard. He could feel the blood trickling out him and dripping down his inner thighs. Frank listened to Poison grunt and moan as he continued to spill filth from hip lips.
”Fuck yeah Doll, so good, so tight like I knew you would be.”
Frank continued to cry as he was violated. At one point Poison pulled out and turned him over on his side. He yanked Frank’s leg up over his shoulder and pushed back in. He gripped Frank’s thigh and used it as a lever to pull Frank’s body towards him. Frank could feel him going in deeper than before and that made it even more painful. On one hard stroke, Poison hit his prostate and Frank let out a muffled scream. Poison smirked and did it again. Frank started to buck against Poison and although he was trying his best not to, he could feel his cock getting hard. Poison reached down and wrapped a gloved hand around it and began to stroke Frank in time with his thrusts.
”That’s it Pretty, knew you would come around. Come on, that’s it, you gonna cum for me?”
Frank shook his head, but he knew that his body was going to betray him as the warmth entered his stomach. Poison continued to aim for his prostate and Frank let out fresh tears as he arched his back and came all over Poison’s hand. The constricting of his body sent Poison over the edge and he threw his own head back and came deep in Frank’s ass. He rode out his orgasm shuddering and gripping Frank’s thigh digging his nails into the soft flesh. When he was spent he pulled out and stood up. Poison looked at his gloved hand covered in Frank's cum. He licked it like a cat licking cream. He smiled down at the disheveled figure on the ground.
"Mmm Doll, tastes just like you, sweet with a bitter bite to it."
Poison chuckled at his own comment as he tucked himself back in to his jeans and zipped them up. He walked around to the front of Frank and squatted down in front of him. He grabbed a fist full of his hair and, removing the tie, pulled him into another kiss. Frank gave no resistance this time. Poison pulled back from him and smiled. He dropped his head back down and reached around and untied Frank’s hands. Frank pulled his hands to the front of his chest and rubbed where the rope had bit into his wrists. Poison stood back up and began walking away. Frank pushed himself onto his knees and looked up at the man leaving. Poison turned around and looked at Frank. He cocked a hip to the side and placed one hand on it. The other brought his hood back over his head hiding the red hair once again.
”Well Doll it was fun, but I have to jet. Remember you can keep running Pretty, but I will always catch you. Till next time, bye Frankie.”
Poison wiggled his fingers at Frank and then turned and sauntered out of the tunnel and into the night, his heavy boots echoing in the tunnel walls.
*Frank*
Frank arrived home with double good news for Gerard. First, he found a superhero costume that he thought Gerard was going to love and best of all two, Mikey was coming over for dinner with Ray! Frank was already running through recipes that he was dying to try out in his head. he had this great recipe that someone posted online that used ginger, apples, and lettuce cups. it also called for chicken, but he figured he could sub tofu for a protein. Oooh, maybe he could try frying it for a crunch!
”Gee, I’m home and I found a costume!”
Frank walked into the foyer and took off his shoes. He placed the bag from P&P on the hall table and walked into the living room. He did not see Gerard there. He looked on the table and saw that the lunch that he prepared earlier was still there barely touched. Frank had a moment of panic that Gerard collapsed from work again and ran into the hallway. He popped his head in the bedroom, but the bed was undisturbed. He checked the office, but the desk was empty. He did see that Gerard had been working though. Frank was surprised, he thought that he needed Frank as his muse to draw and how did he do it without Hyper Erection Mode? Frank walked in and looked at the new illustrations. He picked up the papers and shuffled through them. He saw the drawing of himself trying to start a car and then walking down a street and into a tunnel and then getting raped by a man in a mask….
”WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Raped!? Gerard wrote a story about him being raped by a guy with red hair and a yellow mask!? What was he thinking? Frank continued to shuffle through the pages and watched the brutal rape unfold. He saw where Gerard had shaded to represent the trickles of blood that were coming out of Frank as the rapist, Poison, continued his assault. Frank wanted to throw up at this sight. He watched his character cry and beg through the cloth in his mouth and it was too much to bear. Frank turned the papers on their side and began to rip them in half. He stopped when he noticed a blotch mark on almost the last page. He turned to it and it seemed that the rape was over. The Frank on the page was trying to pick himself up, but it was hard to see because there were water marks on the panels. He looked at the next page where Poison was waving, were his fingers wiggling? Then he was walking off. That panel was wrinkled from the amount of moisture on it. Frank suddenly realized what the water was, Gerard had been crying. He cried while he wrote this story. Even he could not handle a fictitious Frank being hurt. Frank felt guilty for wanting to tear up the paper now. He smoothed it out and put it back on the desk. Frank left the room and went to the only other place that Gerard could be. He walked into the laundry room and took off his clothes. He placed them in the hamper and slid the door to the bathing room open. He saw Gerard curled up in the tub with his face buried in his hands. His body was shaking. Frank quietly padded over to the tub and sat down on the rim. He reached out and gently ran his hand through Gerard’s hair.
”F-F-F-Frankie?”
”Yeah Gee, I’m here. Shhh, it’s okay.”
”Oh Frankie!”
Gerard grabbed onto Frank’s waist and buried his face in his lap. Frank soothed him while he cried. Frank understood how scared he was writing that chapter and why he not only did not need, but did not want Frank there for it.
”You didn’t use Hyper Erection Mode did you? That is why you did not eat before you drew.”
”Yeah Frankie, I, I just couldn’t get excited thinking about hurting you. I would never want to even think of something like that happening to you. I would kill myself first.”
Frank lifted Gerard’s face up to meet his eyes.
”Don’t talk like that Gee please. I almost lost you once; I don’t want to go through that again, even in thought.”
”Never Frankie, never again, I promise.”
Frank looked into Gerard’s eyes. He saw love, promise, and hope for the future in them. He leaned down at the same time Gerard pushed up in the water and their lips met in a simple kiss. There was more in that kiss than all the physical love in the world, even in their lifetime. It spoke more than any words they could say. It was just them and that was all they needed.
”I love you Gee.”
”I love you Frankie.”
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