I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

It didn’t take a genius to tell Poison that Frank was extremely upset with him right now. Not only was he glaring at him, but his eyes were filling with tears of rage, and his hands were clenched tightly at his sides as if he was going to take a swing at him at any moment. Poison wasn’t too worried about that though, even has Frank’s face turned red and his chest began to rise and fall like a dragon about to expel a breath of deadly fire. No matter what kind of attack the young boy could be plotting secretly within his mind, Poison could physically take him down easily, and so he simply stood there staring at him with his own rage held in check.

Furiously, Frank lifted an arm to wipe away his hormonal tears due to being pregnant for the third time again by the very man standing before him. He was so beyond livid with his kidnapper for not only ruining his life by taking him from his beloved family, impregnating him unknowingly multiple times in the process, but also for now chasing away one of the only few friends he’s made since his childhood friends were taken and never seen again!

His old group of friends…Frank once suspected Poison had done something to them, but after everything they had been through it was impossible for him to find a good reason why other than the fact the man was a murderer.

What other reason that would Poison have for doing away with his friends? It couldn’t be because he wanted him all to himself because he’s never tried to lay a finger on his parents, his children, or any of his other relative that he shared his life with…wait…where was his cousin, Orion? He was supposing to be watching his children for him tonight!

Frank’s hazel eyes widen in horror at the thought of finding his cousin dead on his property somewhere before it was replaced with a vengeful murderous rage he could not recall feeling ever before. “WHERE IS MY FUCKING COUSIN, POISON?!” Frank shouted at his kidnapper as he ran up to him and attempted to shove him back a few steps but only managed to make him move one instead. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM, YOU BASTARD!?”

“Orion is fine.” Poison assured him a strained tone that reminded Frank of the pin being removed from a grenade. “He thought I was a co-worker of yours named Kirk that was meant to watch the kids before him and left to go party downtown with his college groupies. He left here unscathed much like that sonofabitch Barry.”

“FUCK YOU!” Frank spat, still enraged at Poison’s constant meddlesome in his life despite the fact he spared his innocent cousin a bloody, painful death by his hand. “YOU HAVE NO RI-”

“SHUT UP, IT'S MY TIME TO TALK!” Poison growled, watching the young man’s full lips clamp shut and his eyes soften in fear for his own safety. He wasn’t used to being spoken to this way by a man that kept disappearing and reappearing in his life only to cherish his body.

Poison lifted a single finger before his lover’s face to make sure he understood to keep his mouth shut while he was talking, then pointed it to the front door over Frank’s shoulder. “Who the fuck was that piece of SHIT you brought into this house just now, huh!? Where the fuck did you go with him, to his place? Did you let him fuck you too, because if he did I swear to fucking God Frank I’m gonna break every bone in his fucking body! I’m not playing games here.”

Though his kidnapper’s voice was making his bones tremble with fear because he hasn’t had his anger directed at him in so long and wasn’t used to it aimed at him, Frank fought to keep his ground and appear unfazed by his harsh approach. “I-It’s none of your damn business what happened between us, and you know it!”

“BULLSHIT!” Poison shouted down at him, making him jump with fright as he stood over him all menacing. His chest was rising and falling with anger now, his tiny white teeth clenched in rage. “YOU ARE MY GODDAMN BUSINESS AND YOU BETTER DRILL THAT INTO YOUR FUCKING HEAD!”

“NO, I’M FUCKING NOT!” Frank yelled back with renewed strength. His hands dived into his hair and tugged at his fringed Mohawk in frustration. “I’M JUST YOUR FUCKING WHORE THAT YOU KEEP FUCKING KIDNAPPING AND WON’T LEAVE THE FUCK ALONE!”

Despite his emotional state, Frank spotted Poison reaching out to grab a hold of his arm and maneuvered out of the way before he could touch him. With his hands still buried in his hair, he walked away with the desire to put some space between him and his kidnapper for a minute. If he stayed and allowed Poison to put his hands on him, he’d have his newfound courage drained from his body and replaced with desire all over again. Poison would win in that respect.

Taking a deep breath, Frank pulled his hands from his hair, lifted his chin and took a deep breath. He had to end this. Turning around, his eyes connected to the ones behind the mask that observed him closely. “Look…this fucking bullshit we’ve been doing for the past two years has to STOP, and I mean it this time.”

Poison tilted his head to the left silently but didn’t say or make a move.

Frank felt his confidence heighten due to his silence and went on. “From this moment forward I am moving on with my life, Poison, and starting a brand-new one for myself. I will no longer allow you to kidnap me from family and put them through this bullshit anymore. I will no longer be the cause of the law enforcement struggling to identify you so they can put your ass behind bars for good.” He swallowed the growing lump in his throat that felt like it was cutting on his air circulation with each word. The tears in his eyes only seem to increase in numbers and pour down his cheek unbeknownst to him. “If you’re here…tonight…with the intentions of taking me with you, I promise you I won’t make it easy. This time I will fight you with everything I have in me. The only way I’m leaving this house with you willingly is as a corpse, that’s all.”

Poison was struck speechless, his lips parting slightly in shock. When he came here tonight he hadn’t expected to hear all this. It was like Frank grew a set of stubborn balls on him, but hey, Poison didn’t mind that at all. He’d spent all night sucking on those balls no problem.

But of course, this conversation was a serious one, and no matter how much he wanted to bury himself balls deep in the kid, it wasn’t the right time. Right now, his lover was on some kind of independent head-strong kick, and Poison didn't like it. “What the fuck are you talking about? What the hell has been going through your mind since I last saw you?” He took a step towards him. “What makes you think you can decide these kinds of things that involve US for yourself? Do you honestly believe I’m just gonna sit back and obey you like a fucking puppy?”

“YOU HAVE NO CHOICE IN THIS!” Frank shouted at him, his hands curling into fists again as his eyes flash into a panic desperation that made Poison’s heart ache. Two beautiful tears seeped from each of Frank’s eyes and trailed down his cheek as he whispered breathlessly without thinking. “I’m no longer looking out for me anymore.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Poison asked him in a state of confusion. It was clear Frank was in internally in pain, but Poison had no idea what was causing him this. Their relationship had always been this tumultuous solely because he was a murderous kidnapper and Frank had been his victim. Frank had argued with him timelessly before on leaving him alone, but Poison was never going to listen then and doesn’t plan on doing so now.

And yet…something about Frank’s dramatic display seemed so different and much graver than ever before. Perhaps it was because he’d stated he’d rather die than be reunited with him again. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not letting you go, Frankie, now or ever!”

Frank couldn’t hold back anymore and burst out sobbing. He allowed the tears pour as much as they’ve been wanting to as he placed his shaking hand over his flat but pregnant belly. He was doing the right thing, he knew it...but then why did it feel so wrong? Why did he feel like he was destroying the one thing that mattered to him most in his life besides his children and his family?

All he was to Poison was his victim that he loved to kidnap and fuck whenever it was convenient for him. Frank would never admit it before, but as he’s gotten older and after his last encounter with Poison he could see clearly now that the ‘rape’ had been incredible. He had enjoyed every touch, lick, suck and bite his kidnapper would bestow on him. For years his therapist told him he was raped by this man standing before him, but in his heart he always knew different. They may have changed his mind at the time to it but never could reach his heart.

Struggling to open his eyes as he sucked in a deep breath, Frank’s voice cracked as he began to plead for this man to listen to him for once in his life. “P-Please, Poison, Please! Y-You must leave t-this place alone…and this time, you c-can’t return ever again. For the love of god, just d-do this f-for me please, or e-else I’ll…tell the cops a-about you. The truth this time! They’ll k-know what you look like…and everything I know about you and t-the Killjoys! I’ll spill your secrets, ALL OF THEM!”

Now that was a promise worth killing him for. Frank had been a threat to the Killjoys from the moment he was released from Poisons custody, and all these years Poison has paid the price for it just to keep him safe from their clutches. And now after all he’s done for him, Frank was going to go the authorities on him? He was gonna give him up to the cops and send him to death row. It was an insane twist of events from Frank never breathing a word to him to now threatening to confess the truth to the public. If this was anyone they’d be choking on their own blood before they could finish their little speech. Sadly, this was Frank Iero, Poison’s Black Opal, and the one person he truly loved in this world. His first love, and his very last. The one person he’d happily die for by the hands of his family…and it now turns out by lethal injection too.

To answers Frank’s awaiting question, Poison merely gave him a slow shake of his head. He objected the idea of letting the young man go in this lifetime, or the next. That was the bottom line, Poison would have to be killed to be separated from him.

Frank covered his face in his hands to silently cry. His shoulders shook with grief before he whispered again. “But y-you have to…”

Once again, Poison shook his head. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to…but to be here now with you.”