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Frank Iero is an intelligent fifteen year old boy. Albeit, the strangest, but still intelligent nonetheless.
A mother’s boy, some called him, an innocent sweet ickle little suck up who did nothing but get good grades and fold his own underwear. He would love to disagree, but you can’t very well counter that when you fold your undergarments into perfect squares now, can you?
If you took a look at him two years ago, you’ll see the exact same boy as my description. He did the same things, consisting of helping his mother with the laundry and feeding his fat little goldfish named Chub, but he was still lonely.
That was, until one day, looking through his myspace—in which he had only two friends, one being Tom—he found someone that would've changed his life… for the worse.
dead-in-the-water says: sup frankie?
Gerard Way, however, was the complete opposite of the other. He was bad news, the rock star persona already pasted onto his filthy body.
Everyone cowered away from him and the ones who didn’t know, he made it absolute sure that they eventually did. He was the reason that babies cried at night and women slept with pillows between their legs because really? They were scared, scared to the point where they would go to drastic measures of protection.
It wouldn’t be odd to find, while walking on a perfect day in the local park, that a few flowers would be trampled and looked like they had been set on fire with the smell of burning wood in the air. I tell you, he’s ruined plenty of lives and one particular evening, I think that he might’ve gone just a little too far with his mindless games.
f-iero says: um.
f-iero says: who are you?
Frank is happy, the spreaded smile grinning up to his ears. He is completely joyous to a point where it almost scared people with his forever smiling mood. He turned from the joy filled, bubbly five year old boy to a joy filled, bubbly fifteen year old teenager. Just seeing the glow radiating off his face, his mother, his father and his whole entire family thought he would grow up into a handsome young man.
dead-in-the-water says: oh c’mon frank, don't be stupid. you know perfectly well who i am.
Gerard didn’t realize what he had made from talking to him. He had ruined the other boy’s life and made him into another follower, another copy of him who needed Gerard’s affection and approval to survive.
f-iero says: er, actually... i have no clue.
f-iero says: ...you’re not that kid with the j fro that follows me around, are you?
From what has been gathered, Frank is absolutely clueless. He has no idea what to do with sex, seeing he’s never had the pleasure of fornication, other than the few times where he is alone in his room with one of his dad’s old Playboy magazines and no homework to do. That, and he had no idea there was such thing as a ‘dark side’ of the world; something he is about to find out.
dead-in-the-water says: uh. no. i’m not jewish... nor do i have a fro...
Gerard remembers what Frank used to be like, before he corrupted him. He could be described as timid and shy, yet so outspoken and fierce with his words. I guess that’s what really got Gerard interested in the first place.
f-iero says: well, that’s good. at least you’re not my stalker or anything.
f-iero says: what’s your name anyway?
And that, my friends, is the question that got Frank thrown into the horrible, ugly side of the world that his parents had tried so hard to protect him from.
It was then, that his intelligence had disappeared and loathing soon replaced it.
——
As much as I would like to say that the day they both met face to face was perfectly sunny and crystal clear, I’m sorry to state that it was the complete opposite.
Frank was sitting on a park bench, between the crossing of Elm and Pine, sopping wet with an umbrella in his hand and waiting for the bus to hurry the hell up so he wouldn’t be late to his first pottery class. Yes, I do realize that I said ‘pottery’ but it was the truth. Frank’s mother was kind enough to enroll her son into some art classes, hoping that it would somehow advance his skills in math. Of course, that was complete bullshit but Frank, being the goody little two shoes he was, accepted the offer with a forced smile. Sitting there now with wet balls and uncomfortably damp denim, he began to take back what he said.
A bus honked and he looked up through squinted eyes, cursing quietly and scrambling to close the umbrella as he stepped into the nearly empty bus. Looking around, his eyes lit up as he saw a seat, next to a dark looking boy with a leather jacket and sat down, hoping that his jeans wouldn't smell and that he looked half decent enough for his company not to wrinkle their nose.
“Hey.”
Frank looked up from the speck of dirt that his attention seemed to be focused at and whipped his head around to face the inky haired stranger. He furrowed his brows and subconsciously pointed to himself, silently asking the other boy if he was talking to him.
“Yeah.”
Frank blinked, as it was the first time that anyone had ever tried to strike up a conversation, especially on a bus of all places. But then again, nobody ever wanted to talk to a momma’s boy.
“Where ya off to?”
Gerard was the inky haired stranger with the leather jacket, sitting beside the short boy and bringing about small talk. Gerard’s father had pointed to the door while his son was irritating him and plainly said “out.” Of course, Gerard didn’t listen and continue to badger his mother on how horrible her inability was to take care of her sons. His father finally had enough and started screaming, inevitably falling in Gerard’s malicious trap. He still couldn’t help but laugh every time the thought of his father’s angry stance and his mother’s weepy face.
But he couldn’t help but smile. He liked the shy attitude and cowardice that was oozing from the short boy’s body; it seemed just too easy to take over. Gerard’s mind began to unknowingly spin up ideas and ways on how he could get the other’s attention and respect.
“...Um, an... Art class, actually.”
Gerard raised a brow, amused by the other's answer. His hesitation clearly stated otherwise and he half smirked and snorted out of disbelief, clearly stating that he found his answer complete bullshit.
“What?”
Gerard shook his head and turned his attention to more interesting things, which seemed to consist of his fingertips and the dirty, bitten down nails set upon them. Turning towards the front, he whistled obnoxiously and told the driver that the next stop was his.
“You’re going so soon?”
They both looked straight into each other’s eyes, neither blinking as the younger’s shone with innocence and the elder’s bled with mischief. Frank had gasped, noticing the familiar shade of jade and brown mixed together. However, he squinted; it didn’t look as clean as it should’ve been. It was like it was laced with… dirt? Something along the lines of uncleanliness. Gerard however, had done nothing. He was, dare I say, jealous of the boy’s eyes. He couldn’t remember when he had colours like that, it being so long ago. Oh how he missed it.
“To a friend’s… d’you want to tag along?”
——
Frank couldn’t remember how he had gotten home. He was in… someone’s car and there were fumes floating above the air, smothering his lungs with the smell and choking his mind into subconscious, but other than that, he can barely recall it. All he could place back to was a bus ride to his pottery class, the boy with inky hair and then waking up naked in some strange bed inside a strange house. Needless to say, he was scared shitless and jumped out of his skin, scrambling around to find his clothes and complaining that someone should take him home.
dead-in-the-water says: so did you have fun last night?
To be quite honest, he didn’t. He didn’t have any fun at all. The scene that the inky haired boy had dragged him to wasn't really his. He was a good boy, the stereotypical wonder child that would later grow up into a handsome, caring father who never drank, smoked or abused his family in any single way. Frank silently questioned himself on how a person could have fun when they didn’t even remember anything they did the following morning.
f-iero says: um
f-iero says: it was okay, i guess.
Gerard frowned. That wasn’t the reaction he had planned on getting. He expected the other boy to be ecstatic, full of energy and eagerness to go again. He wanted the boy to show that he had appreciated his offer for what probably was the first party in his miserable life. He wanted control over the boy and he wanted it now.
dead-in-the-water says: what do you mean, it was okay?
Frank didn’t know how to respond to that. Of course, he could’ve said the obvious, but this inky haired boy seemed almost intimidating to a point where he made Frank almost afraid to speak. He would’ve said that the okay meant that it was horrible, disgusting and he would never be caught going there again. But… his mind told him not to; he couldn’t upset the dark haired boy with the leather jacket.
f-iero says: i mean, it was okay.
f-iero says: okay as in good.
Gerard furrowed his brows and almost growled. It was obvious to him that what the other said wasn’t true. To him, it was lacking actual feeling, even if it was online. Nevertheless, he just shrugged and wrinkled his nose, leaning backwards to crack the few kinks in his back.
dead-in-the-water says: would you wanna go again?
Frank ran a hand across his face tiredly. No, he would not want to go again. He would just rather stay at home, pretend that he hadn’t skipped his art class and do some catch up on his overdue homework. Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not to the inky haired boy with the weathered coat.
f-iero says: huh?
f-iero says: what are you trying to say?
Gerard drew a deep breath; he was tired of trying to explain the situation to this boy over and over again. He knew this boy as the so called genius and neat freak of this godforsaken town. But to be blunt, he thought he was the most unintelligent person he had ever met.
dead-in-the-water says: i’m trying to ask you on a date and you're making me mad by not saying yes.
Frank blinked, not once but twice and leaned forward into the screen, squinting. He couldn’t believe that the dark haired boy with the leather jacket had actually said that; after all, he was Frank Iero, the mommy’s boy, the goody two shoes. Nobody wanted him, nobody even wanted to get to know the person inside the smart, over achieving shell that his parents had tried so hard to build.
f-iero says: oh.
f-iero says: okay... sure. when?
Gerard smirked, he had the other right where he wanted him; it was just all too easy. The boy was falling right into the teeth of his dirty little game and it left Gerard grinning maliciously. Though he didn’t know it, the goody two shoes was losing, giving his soul to the devil that was the inky haired stranger with the leather jacket.
dead-in-the-water says: friday night.
Frank pursed his lips, giving it some thought on whether or not he should take back his agreement and say that he was busy that day. But he wanted so badly to see what this dark haired boy with the coat was really made of, even if it was just an ugly mix of maggots and worms. Just like last time, his curiosity got the best of him.
f-iero says: oh.
f-iero says: yeah, alright.
Gerard was now grinning from ear to ear; he wanted the boy and now, he was finally getting him. No matter what his so-called friends said about him, how boring, simple and mundane he was, he just couldn't help his interest. The only thing that he was lacking in his life was love and the way that he figured, this stupid, jaded boy could give it to him.
dead-in-the-water says: i’ll pick you up at 8 then.
——
Frank was uncomfortable, being inside the strange, unfamiliar house. The outside was nice and pristine, while the inside was now ruined with masses of brightly coloured clothes and equally as fruity substances. And he didn’t like it, not at all… so he hung onto his so called ‘date’ for his life.
“Stop—whoa, shit… Jesus Christ—fucking quit that."
Gerard however, was finally accustomed to this scene and was now intoxicating his insides with foul tasting liquid and chalky tablets. At the moment, he had two red ecstasy pills and a parachute of crack in one hand, while a bottle of Jack Daniels was in the other. And it was frightening for the other boy, not knowing what to expect.
“Please… can we just leave?”
Frank was shaking, the bones in his body creating an almost audible rattling underneath his skin. That whole place was scaring him, with being offered to come upstairs by random strangers, claiming that they just wanted to ‘talk’. He would’ve said yes, but judging from the looks on their faces, the alcohol on their breath and the size of their enlarged pupils, he decided against it.
“How ‘bout we uh, we go upstairs instead?”
Gerard smirked suggestively to himself, noticing for the first time the shape of Frank’s lips and the distinct curve of his hips. How his arms were thin but had lean muscle, how his eyes showed the fear and distaste for the place he was in. And his ass, oh God, how his ass looked in his jeans, it almost made him drool. He wanted the younger boy, an animalistic desire inside of him suddenly wanted to ravish the other adolescent in unthinkable ways.
“Um… I'm not so sure about that—“
Frank didn’t have a chance to finish, for he was soon being forcefully dragged up the stairs, nearly tripping on the last step. He watched through a blurry vision as the inky haired stranger with the leather jacket wrenched open a door and thrust him inside, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto the grainy covers of a bed. His eyes widened as he felt a heavy weighing object sit across his hips and a tongue salivating against his neck; this couldn't possibly be happening.
“Mm, Frank. Oh God… I’m gonna make you feel so… so good…”
Gerard smiled stupidly against the skin of the other boy’s neck; he just couldn’t believe that this young, hot piece of ass was very soon going to be his to keep. He felt the body beneath him begin to squirm and writhe causing him to smirk, deluding him to think that the other was enjoying this as much as he was. That was, until he heard them speak.
“Gerard… stop.”
Frank was scared shitless now, underneath the weight of the well built boy on top of him. He felt like he had no control, no understanding of what was going on around him. And to be honest, it frightened him to a point where he thought that his world was ending.
“So good, Frankie… so good.”
Gerard couldn’t respond properly, due to all five of his senses being temporarily fucked up for the time being. The body continued to move and press against his, creating unintentional friction and yelling out words that he couldn’t comprehend. Until a hand came in swift contact with his cheek.
“Gerard, stop! Just stop! Please!”
Frank was crying, tears flowing out of his eye sockets and raining down his face, like a thunderstorm. He didn’t know what to do and he felt trapped, he didn’t like the feeling. He continued to scream and yell, until something was shoved into his mouth and a hand covered it not long after.
“That ought’a shut you up.”
Gerard's hand was the thing that was now covering the younger’s mouth and brought his tongue inside the caves of his throat, pushing the little blue tablet down and forcing the other to swallow. He grinned up to his ears and watched as the body grow limp and its eyes to grow droopy and mellow. The noise stopped altogether and quiet soon replaced it.
“Whoa… what the… fuck?”
Frank’s mind was going a million clicks a second as soon as that round shaped thing slid down his esophagus while his mouth wasn’t able to pick up was his brain was throwing down for it. What the fuck had he just swallowed? What did the dark haired boy with the coat put in his mouth? He was too caught up in the mystery that had now engulfed his mind to notice that the weight on top of him pop the button of his jeans.
“You’re just… just too fuckin’ sexy for your own good.”
Though Gerard’s mind was shattered and mashed with chemicals and lust, he managed to get the other boy’s pants down, undoing the zipper with his teeth and using his hands to shimmy the rest of the denim off the body’s legs. He was going to take this boy, he was going to take him somewhere he was sure he had never been before. And truth be told, he couldn't wait.
“What… the fuck’re you… you doing?”
Frank tried his best to blink, but his eyes kept threatening to close off on him. He couldn’t take in his surroundings; the ceiling, the walls, even the bed he was lying on, he couldn't tell if they were real. They were all a mess of colour, mixed together to make some sort of swirl of… rainbow? He couldn’t understand why there was a fucking rainbow in the room.
“Gonna make you feel… feel so good.”
Gerard had gotten his own pants and boxers off, along with the other's shirt. They were both clad naked now and to be honest, that was how he wanted it. He licked his lips and bit down, leaning towards the inviting trail of hair on the other boy's chest that led to more interesting places.
“…St-stop…”
As hard as Frank tried, he couldn’t take in what was happening to him. He could feel something moist against his crotch and a pair of hands pinning down his wrists, but he couldn’t figure out how to stop them for he didn’t like it. Even though he was a fifteen year old boy, he was one of the few that didn’t particularly enjoy the sexual aspect of adolescence.
“Oh… God…”
Gerard was moaning against the skin of the other as he began to suck in a piece of flesh; the taste was just… heavenly—and the cries of the body he was starting to like continued to go unnoticed. He began to get unbelievably needy and he looked up, lining himself right at the vulnerable ring of muscles that was the other’s entrance. He pushed in and groaned, throwing head back and moaning at the feeling.
And that was when Frank screamed.
——
Frank Iero was an intelligent fifteen year-old boy. Albeit the strangest, but still, intelligent nonetheless.
A mother’s boy, some used to call him, an innocent sweet ickle little suck up who did nothing but get good grades and fold his own underwear. He would’ve loved to disagree, but you couldn’t very well counter that when you did fold your undergarments into perfect squares now, can you?
If you took a look at him two years ago, you’ll see the exact same boy as my description. He used to do those things, consisting of helping his mother with the laundry and feeding his fat little goldfish named Chub, but he was still lonely. Until one day, looking through his myspace—in which he had only two friends, one being Tom—he found someone who changed his life… for the worse.
dead-in-the-water says: so how was it?
Gerard Way, however, was still is the complete opposite of the other. He was and still is bad news, the rockstar persona already pasted onto his filthy body.
Everyone cowered away from him and the ones who didn’t know, he made it absolute sure that they eventually did. He was still the reason that babies cried at night and women slept with pillows between their legs because really? They were scared, scared to the point where they would go to drastic measures of protection. It wouldn’t be odd to find, while walking on a perfect day in the local park, that a few flowers would be trampled and looked like they been set on fire with the smell of burning wood in the air. I tell you, he’s ruined plenty of lives and one particular evening, I think that he might’ve gone just a little too far with his mindless games.
f-iero says: it was okay.
f-iero says: i don’t really remember much.
Frank was mad, the last time I heard from him. He was furious to a point where it turned into depression and eventually, nothing. He turned from the joy filled, bubbly boy to a hateful, angry stranger. It scared his mother, his dad, hell… his whole family didn’t know what to think of him. The Frank that they had come to know and love was gone, and in his place, was this putrid monster that none of them wanted be with anymore.
dead-in-the-water says: do you remember what we did?
Gerard didn’t realize what he had made from talking to him. He had ruined the other boy’s life and made him into another follower, another copy of him who needed Gerard's affection and approval to survive.
f-iero says: yeah.
f-iero says: you raped me.
From what has been gathered, Frank did need the other boy to survive. He was four years younger than him, fifteen to be exact. It’s such a shame that at such a young age, he already had his heart broken.
dead-in-the-water says: you can't rape the willing, you know.
Gerard remembers what Frank used to be like, before he corrupted him. He could be described as timid and shy, yet so outspoken and fierce with his words. I guess that’s what really got Gerard interested in the first place.
f-iero says: i know.
f-iero says: i just wasn’t one of the willing. that's all.
A mother’s boy, some called him, an innocent sweet ickle little suck up who did nothing but get good grades and fold his own underwear. He would love to disagree, but you can’t very well counter that when you fold your undergarments into perfect squares now, can you?
If you took a look at him two years ago, you’ll see the exact same boy as my description. He did the same things, consisting of helping his mother with the laundry and feeding his fat little goldfish named Chub, but he was still lonely.
That was, until one day, looking through his myspace—in which he had only two friends, one being Tom—he found someone that would've changed his life… for the worse.
dead-in-the-water says: sup frankie?
Gerard Way, however, was the complete opposite of the other. He was bad news, the rock star persona already pasted onto his filthy body.
Everyone cowered away from him and the ones who didn’t know, he made it absolute sure that they eventually did. He was the reason that babies cried at night and women slept with pillows between their legs because really? They were scared, scared to the point where they would go to drastic measures of protection.
It wouldn’t be odd to find, while walking on a perfect day in the local park, that a few flowers would be trampled and looked like they had been set on fire with the smell of burning wood in the air. I tell you, he’s ruined plenty of lives and one particular evening, I think that he might’ve gone just a little too far with his mindless games.
f-iero says: um.
f-iero says: who are you?
Frank is happy, the spreaded smile grinning up to his ears. He is completely joyous to a point where it almost scared people with his forever smiling mood. He turned from the joy filled, bubbly five year old boy to a joy filled, bubbly fifteen year old teenager. Just seeing the glow radiating off his face, his mother, his father and his whole entire family thought he would grow up into a handsome young man.
dead-in-the-water says: oh c’mon frank, don't be stupid. you know perfectly well who i am.
Gerard didn’t realize what he had made from talking to him. He had ruined the other boy’s life and made him into another follower, another copy of him who needed Gerard’s affection and approval to survive.
f-iero says: er, actually... i have no clue.
f-iero says: ...you’re not that kid with the j fro that follows me around, are you?
From what has been gathered, Frank is absolutely clueless. He has no idea what to do with sex, seeing he’s never had the pleasure of fornication, other than the few times where he is alone in his room with one of his dad’s old Playboy magazines and no homework to do. That, and he had no idea there was such thing as a ‘dark side’ of the world; something he is about to find out.
dead-in-the-water says: uh. no. i’m not jewish... nor do i have a fro...
Gerard remembers what Frank used to be like, before he corrupted him. He could be described as timid and shy, yet so outspoken and fierce with his words. I guess that’s what really got Gerard interested in the first place.
f-iero says: well, that’s good. at least you’re not my stalker or anything.
f-iero says: what’s your name anyway?
And that, my friends, is the question that got Frank thrown into the horrible, ugly side of the world that his parents had tried so hard to protect him from.
It was then, that his intelligence had disappeared and loathing soon replaced it.
——
As much as I would like to say that the day they both met face to face was perfectly sunny and crystal clear, I’m sorry to state that it was the complete opposite.
Frank was sitting on a park bench, between the crossing of Elm and Pine, sopping wet with an umbrella in his hand and waiting for the bus to hurry the hell up so he wouldn’t be late to his first pottery class. Yes, I do realize that I said ‘pottery’ but it was the truth. Frank’s mother was kind enough to enroll her son into some art classes, hoping that it would somehow advance his skills in math. Of course, that was complete bullshit but Frank, being the goody little two shoes he was, accepted the offer with a forced smile. Sitting there now with wet balls and uncomfortably damp denim, he began to take back what he said.
A bus honked and he looked up through squinted eyes, cursing quietly and scrambling to close the umbrella as he stepped into the nearly empty bus. Looking around, his eyes lit up as he saw a seat, next to a dark looking boy with a leather jacket and sat down, hoping that his jeans wouldn't smell and that he looked half decent enough for his company not to wrinkle their nose.
“Hey.”
Frank looked up from the speck of dirt that his attention seemed to be focused at and whipped his head around to face the inky haired stranger. He furrowed his brows and subconsciously pointed to himself, silently asking the other boy if he was talking to him.
“Yeah.”
Frank blinked, as it was the first time that anyone had ever tried to strike up a conversation, especially on a bus of all places. But then again, nobody ever wanted to talk to a momma’s boy.
“Where ya off to?”
Gerard was the inky haired stranger with the leather jacket, sitting beside the short boy and bringing about small talk. Gerard’s father had pointed to the door while his son was irritating him and plainly said “out.” Of course, Gerard didn’t listen and continue to badger his mother on how horrible her inability was to take care of her sons. His father finally had enough and started screaming, inevitably falling in Gerard’s malicious trap. He still couldn’t help but laugh every time the thought of his father’s angry stance and his mother’s weepy face.
But he couldn’t help but smile. He liked the shy attitude and cowardice that was oozing from the short boy’s body; it seemed just too easy to take over. Gerard’s mind began to unknowingly spin up ideas and ways on how he could get the other’s attention and respect.
“...Um, an... Art class, actually.”
Gerard raised a brow, amused by the other's answer. His hesitation clearly stated otherwise and he half smirked and snorted out of disbelief, clearly stating that he found his answer complete bullshit.
“What?”
Gerard shook his head and turned his attention to more interesting things, which seemed to consist of his fingertips and the dirty, bitten down nails set upon them. Turning towards the front, he whistled obnoxiously and told the driver that the next stop was his.
“You’re going so soon?”
They both looked straight into each other’s eyes, neither blinking as the younger’s shone with innocence and the elder’s bled with mischief. Frank had gasped, noticing the familiar shade of jade and brown mixed together. However, he squinted; it didn’t look as clean as it should’ve been. It was like it was laced with… dirt? Something along the lines of uncleanliness. Gerard however, had done nothing. He was, dare I say, jealous of the boy’s eyes. He couldn’t remember when he had colours like that, it being so long ago. Oh how he missed it.
“To a friend’s… d’you want to tag along?”
——
Frank couldn’t remember how he had gotten home. He was in… someone’s car and there were fumes floating above the air, smothering his lungs with the smell and choking his mind into subconscious, but other than that, he can barely recall it. All he could place back to was a bus ride to his pottery class, the boy with inky hair and then waking up naked in some strange bed inside a strange house. Needless to say, he was scared shitless and jumped out of his skin, scrambling around to find his clothes and complaining that someone should take him home.
dead-in-the-water says: so did you have fun last night?
To be quite honest, he didn’t. He didn’t have any fun at all. The scene that the inky haired boy had dragged him to wasn't really his. He was a good boy, the stereotypical wonder child that would later grow up into a handsome, caring father who never drank, smoked or abused his family in any single way. Frank silently questioned himself on how a person could have fun when they didn’t even remember anything they did the following morning.
f-iero says: um
f-iero says: it was okay, i guess.
Gerard frowned. That wasn’t the reaction he had planned on getting. He expected the other boy to be ecstatic, full of energy and eagerness to go again. He wanted the boy to show that he had appreciated his offer for what probably was the first party in his miserable life. He wanted control over the boy and he wanted it now.
dead-in-the-water says: what do you mean, it was okay?
Frank didn’t know how to respond to that. Of course, he could’ve said the obvious, but this inky haired boy seemed almost intimidating to a point where he made Frank almost afraid to speak. He would’ve said that the okay meant that it was horrible, disgusting and he would never be caught going there again. But… his mind told him not to; he couldn’t upset the dark haired boy with the leather jacket.
f-iero says: i mean, it was okay.
f-iero says: okay as in good.
Gerard furrowed his brows and almost growled. It was obvious to him that what the other said wasn’t true. To him, it was lacking actual feeling, even if it was online. Nevertheless, he just shrugged and wrinkled his nose, leaning backwards to crack the few kinks in his back.
dead-in-the-water says: would you wanna go again?
Frank ran a hand across his face tiredly. No, he would not want to go again. He would just rather stay at home, pretend that he hadn’t skipped his art class and do some catch up on his overdue homework. Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not to the inky haired boy with the weathered coat.
f-iero says: huh?
f-iero says: what are you trying to say?
Gerard drew a deep breath; he was tired of trying to explain the situation to this boy over and over again. He knew this boy as the so called genius and neat freak of this godforsaken town. But to be blunt, he thought he was the most unintelligent person he had ever met.
dead-in-the-water says: i’m trying to ask you on a date and you're making me mad by not saying yes.
Frank blinked, not once but twice and leaned forward into the screen, squinting. He couldn’t believe that the dark haired boy with the leather jacket had actually said that; after all, he was Frank Iero, the mommy’s boy, the goody two shoes. Nobody wanted him, nobody even wanted to get to know the person inside the smart, over achieving shell that his parents had tried so hard to build.
f-iero says: oh.
f-iero says: okay... sure. when?
Gerard smirked, he had the other right where he wanted him; it was just all too easy. The boy was falling right into the teeth of his dirty little game and it left Gerard grinning maliciously. Though he didn’t know it, the goody two shoes was losing, giving his soul to the devil that was the inky haired stranger with the leather jacket.
dead-in-the-water says: friday night.
Frank pursed his lips, giving it some thought on whether or not he should take back his agreement and say that he was busy that day. But he wanted so badly to see what this dark haired boy with the coat was really made of, even if it was just an ugly mix of maggots and worms. Just like last time, his curiosity got the best of him.
f-iero says: oh.
f-iero says: yeah, alright.
Gerard was now grinning from ear to ear; he wanted the boy and now, he was finally getting him. No matter what his so-called friends said about him, how boring, simple and mundane he was, he just couldn't help his interest. The only thing that he was lacking in his life was love and the way that he figured, this stupid, jaded boy could give it to him.
dead-in-the-water says: i’ll pick you up at 8 then.
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Frank was uncomfortable, being inside the strange, unfamiliar house. The outside was nice and pristine, while the inside was now ruined with masses of brightly coloured clothes and equally as fruity substances. And he didn’t like it, not at all… so he hung onto his so called ‘date’ for his life.
“Stop—whoa, shit… Jesus Christ—fucking quit that."
Gerard however, was finally accustomed to this scene and was now intoxicating his insides with foul tasting liquid and chalky tablets. At the moment, he had two red ecstasy pills and a parachute of crack in one hand, while a bottle of Jack Daniels was in the other. And it was frightening for the other boy, not knowing what to expect.
“Please… can we just leave?”
Frank was shaking, the bones in his body creating an almost audible rattling underneath his skin. That whole place was scaring him, with being offered to come upstairs by random strangers, claiming that they just wanted to ‘talk’. He would’ve said yes, but judging from the looks on their faces, the alcohol on their breath and the size of their enlarged pupils, he decided against it.
“How ‘bout we uh, we go upstairs instead?”
Gerard smirked suggestively to himself, noticing for the first time the shape of Frank’s lips and the distinct curve of his hips. How his arms were thin but had lean muscle, how his eyes showed the fear and distaste for the place he was in. And his ass, oh God, how his ass looked in his jeans, it almost made him drool. He wanted the younger boy, an animalistic desire inside of him suddenly wanted to ravish the other adolescent in unthinkable ways.
“Um… I'm not so sure about that—“
Frank didn’t have a chance to finish, for he was soon being forcefully dragged up the stairs, nearly tripping on the last step. He watched through a blurry vision as the inky haired stranger with the leather jacket wrenched open a door and thrust him inside, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto the grainy covers of a bed. His eyes widened as he felt a heavy weighing object sit across his hips and a tongue salivating against his neck; this couldn't possibly be happening.
“Mm, Frank. Oh God… I’m gonna make you feel so… so good…”
Gerard smiled stupidly against the skin of the other boy’s neck; he just couldn’t believe that this young, hot piece of ass was very soon going to be his to keep. He felt the body beneath him begin to squirm and writhe causing him to smirk, deluding him to think that the other was enjoying this as much as he was. That was, until he heard them speak.
“Gerard… stop.”
Frank was scared shitless now, underneath the weight of the well built boy on top of him. He felt like he had no control, no understanding of what was going on around him. And to be honest, it frightened him to a point where he thought that his world was ending.
“So good, Frankie… so good.”
Gerard couldn’t respond properly, due to all five of his senses being temporarily fucked up for the time being. The body continued to move and press against his, creating unintentional friction and yelling out words that he couldn’t comprehend. Until a hand came in swift contact with his cheek.
“Gerard, stop! Just stop! Please!”
Frank was crying, tears flowing out of his eye sockets and raining down his face, like a thunderstorm. He didn’t know what to do and he felt trapped, he didn’t like the feeling. He continued to scream and yell, until something was shoved into his mouth and a hand covered it not long after.
“That ought’a shut you up.”
Gerard's hand was the thing that was now covering the younger’s mouth and brought his tongue inside the caves of his throat, pushing the little blue tablet down and forcing the other to swallow. He grinned up to his ears and watched as the body grow limp and its eyes to grow droopy and mellow. The noise stopped altogether and quiet soon replaced it.
“Whoa… what the… fuck?”
Frank’s mind was going a million clicks a second as soon as that round shaped thing slid down his esophagus while his mouth wasn’t able to pick up was his brain was throwing down for it. What the fuck had he just swallowed? What did the dark haired boy with the coat put in his mouth? He was too caught up in the mystery that had now engulfed his mind to notice that the weight on top of him pop the button of his jeans.
“You’re just… just too fuckin’ sexy for your own good.”
Though Gerard’s mind was shattered and mashed with chemicals and lust, he managed to get the other boy’s pants down, undoing the zipper with his teeth and using his hands to shimmy the rest of the denim off the body’s legs. He was going to take this boy, he was going to take him somewhere he was sure he had never been before. And truth be told, he couldn't wait.
“What… the fuck’re you… you doing?”
Frank tried his best to blink, but his eyes kept threatening to close off on him. He couldn’t take in his surroundings; the ceiling, the walls, even the bed he was lying on, he couldn't tell if they were real. They were all a mess of colour, mixed together to make some sort of swirl of… rainbow? He couldn’t understand why there was a fucking rainbow in the room.
“Gonna make you feel… feel so good.”
Gerard had gotten his own pants and boxers off, along with the other's shirt. They were both clad naked now and to be honest, that was how he wanted it. He licked his lips and bit down, leaning towards the inviting trail of hair on the other boy's chest that led to more interesting places.
“…St-stop…”
As hard as Frank tried, he couldn’t take in what was happening to him. He could feel something moist against his crotch and a pair of hands pinning down his wrists, but he couldn’t figure out how to stop them for he didn’t like it. Even though he was a fifteen year old boy, he was one of the few that didn’t particularly enjoy the sexual aspect of adolescence.
“Oh… God…”
Gerard was moaning against the skin of the other as he began to suck in a piece of flesh; the taste was just… heavenly—and the cries of the body he was starting to like continued to go unnoticed. He began to get unbelievably needy and he looked up, lining himself right at the vulnerable ring of muscles that was the other’s entrance. He pushed in and groaned, throwing head back and moaning at the feeling.
And that was when Frank screamed.
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Frank Iero was an intelligent fifteen year-old boy. Albeit the strangest, but still, intelligent nonetheless.
A mother’s boy, some used to call him, an innocent sweet ickle little suck up who did nothing but get good grades and fold his own underwear. He would’ve loved to disagree, but you couldn’t very well counter that when you did fold your undergarments into perfect squares now, can you?
If you took a look at him two years ago, you’ll see the exact same boy as my description. He used to do those things, consisting of helping his mother with the laundry and feeding his fat little goldfish named Chub, but he was still lonely. Until one day, looking through his myspace—in which he had only two friends, one being Tom—he found someone who changed his life… for the worse.
dead-in-the-water says: so how was it?
Gerard Way, however, was still is the complete opposite of the other. He was and still is bad news, the rockstar persona already pasted onto his filthy body.
Everyone cowered away from him and the ones who didn’t know, he made it absolute sure that they eventually did. He was still the reason that babies cried at night and women slept with pillows between their legs because really? They were scared, scared to the point where they would go to drastic measures of protection. It wouldn’t be odd to find, while walking on a perfect day in the local park, that a few flowers would be trampled and looked like they been set on fire with the smell of burning wood in the air. I tell you, he’s ruined plenty of lives and one particular evening, I think that he might’ve gone just a little too far with his mindless games.
f-iero says: it was okay.
f-iero says: i don’t really remember much.
Frank was mad, the last time I heard from him. He was furious to a point where it turned into depression and eventually, nothing. He turned from the joy filled, bubbly boy to a hateful, angry stranger. It scared his mother, his dad, hell… his whole family didn’t know what to think of him. The Frank that they had come to know and love was gone, and in his place, was this putrid monster that none of them wanted be with anymore.
dead-in-the-water says: do you remember what we did?
Gerard didn’t realize what he had made from talking to him. He had ruined the other boy’s life and made him into another follower, another copy of him who needed Gerard's affection and approval to survive.
f-iero says: yeah.
f-iero says: you raped me.
From what has been gathered, Frank did need the other boy to survive. He was four years younger than him, fifteen to be exact. It’s such a shame that at such a young age, he already had his heart broken.
dead-in-the-water says: you can't rape the willing, you know.
Gerard remembers what Frank used to be like, before he corrupted him. He could be described as timid and shy, yet so outspoken and fierce with his words. I guess that’s what really got Gerard interested in the first place.
f-iero says: i know.
f-iero says: i just wasn’t one of the willing. that's all.