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

Unable to sleep that night, Gerard arose from the bed to untangle himself from his lover's hold so he could seek some solitude within the massive home that belonged to Frank Iero. There was a lot going through his mind that prevented him from sleeping...a whole lot of stuff. For example, finding out that he's the father of three living breathing babies with another one on the way. It went against everything he knew about the male's anatomy and biology, but he had seen the evidence with his own eyes so he couldn't deny it's existence. There was just so much he had to figure out on his own, terms he had to come to agreement with that he couldn't do with Frank's naked form wrapped around him begging him for more of his cock. Stealthily getting up from the bed, Poison was surprised to find that he wouldn't make it to the bedroom door before the sounds of the sheets rustling behind him followed by a soft moan of his name grabbed his attention.

“Gee?” Frank's moaned as he lifted his head from the pillow. His hazels eyes were tired slits as they peered through the darkness to his...to his what, exactly? That was something Frank never had a chance to figure out before he was carried upstairs to this very bed and given a sleepy dose of some good dick. He had no idea what they were to each other.

“Shh.” Gerard lifted a finger to his lips, knowing his lover could see him enough with the moonlight spilling into the room through the parts in the curtains. “Everything's fine. Just go back to sleep, baby.”

In a childlike manner, Frank shook his head in objection to Gerard's order. He didn't want to go back to sleep to face another day alone! Hell, he didn't want to face reality for what it was now or tomorrow morning! He wished to slow down time in the only way he could think to enjoy every minute of it in denial by forestalling the inevitable. There was a time with every pregnancy he'd gone through where he'd become so unbearable horny it took everything in him to not run out the door and throw himself at the nearest guy on the street. When his horny-ness make it hard to breathe, he'd considered paying for prostitutes or perhaps giving Barry a one night stand, but the fear of bringing strangers into his home around his children felt like too much of a risk...and besides, his stubborn heart belonged to another. Right now, that man was standing right here in his room, naked as the day he was born and...and very hard himself.

Sitting up, Frank allow the sheets to fall down his body and pool at his waist. He watched Gerard's larger form tense up and knew he was enraptured by his every move. Reaching down, he whipped the sheet off of him to reveal his naked body in the moonlight before reaching an arm out to him, beckoning him to come to him. He waited patiently for the predator to take the bait. “Come back, Gee. Please. I'm starving for y-AH!”

Gerard didn't give him a chance to finished before he determinedly strode back to the bed, crawled into it and closed his lips right around Frank's awaiting cock. This constant lovemaking continued to happen for the rest of the night. Every time Gerard would climb out of bed to excuse himself to think, Frank would reawaken and seduce him back to bed. Resistance wasn't an option when it came to his love, and so each time Gerard fell for it like a mind controlled slave until dawn finally broke.

Light brown eyes finally opened to see the beginning of the rays of the sun peeking through the trees and window to spill across the bed. Lying on his side, he had Frank wrapped tightly in his arms...and was being held just as tightly back even in his sleep. Staring down at him, Gerard was surprised to find the overwhelming warmth in his heart was making the corners of his eyes leak with joy. Here, in this very moment, he was the happiest he's ever been in his whole life, and it was because of this young man in his arms.

This was it!

This was his purpose in life, his destiny! To be with Frank was the key to paradise for Gerard Way and now he had him and wasn't planning to ever let him go...ever let him go? Gerard's vision became blurred by his tears as he lifted a hand to blindly stroke his lover's soft cheek.

Could he really say that he had him when the night before Frank was trying to kick him out of his house? Just because they made love several times during the night, clinging and breathing each other in as they repeatedly spoiled each other with washes of explosive pleasure didn't mean they were together. Poison would like to think so, but Gerard knew better. Sooner or later Frank would wake up and he was certain that he wouldn't be too happy with seeing him still there. Then again he couldn't blame him. He ruined his life and gave him three kids to raise on his own with another on the way! Of course, if he had known before things would have been much different than they are now. How? Gerard wasn't certain exactly, but he was certain that he wouldn't have abandoned him to raise his children alone.

Children.

Gerard never saw himself as being a father in his future. Hell, he didn't see himself meeting his soul mate or getting married even! And yet right now that's all that he wanted and more. The 'more' being the chance to have more children with Frank. Yeah, sure it was a little off putting to find out his lover could make a baby at first, he couldn't deny that, but knowing how much he loved him Gerard knew he couldn't walk away even after hearing that startling news. Now that he thought about it, Frank being able to create a life that was both a part of him and Gerard made the announcement much more endearing. A smile stretched his lips at the idea of increasing the numbers their brood.

But there was more important things he had to do before they could get married and grow a family together. First, he had to make things right with Frank...if that was even possible. Instead of taking matters into his own hands and forcing Frank to put up with him like Poison would do, Gerard wanted to do the right thing by apologizing and trying to make amends. But he didn't know where to start.

How does one apologize for the many sins he's done to the man he loved, the mother of his children?

What task could he do, gift could he purchase, words he could say that will make up for all the pain and trauma he's been put through? Poison would stop at nothing to make things right so they could begin a proper relationship together. But what if nothing is enough for Frank to forgive him? What if...what if he never forgives him?

Gerard felt his stomach drop and the beat of his heart silenced for a minute as his once happy tears soaked into the pillow sheet beneath his head. What if this moment of Frank sleeping next to him in his arms was the very last he'll ever have with him?

Ha, the very last time! Frank has been trying to break it off with him for a long time now but it's never worked on Poison. Gerard, however, was a different story. He wasn't like Poison. They were opposites. Poison took what he wanted without any regards to the repercussions because in his world there was no repercussions. Gerard was a bit more normal than that, in fact, one could say he was more human.

Carefully, Gerard tried to maneuver himself out of Frank's hold without waking him. If he failed at this simple task he wouldn't mind. His lover begging him for more would be a welcome compared to solving his own problems alone downstairs in the living room. Sadly, Frank remained asleep long past Gerard getting dressed and leaving the room. Stealthily he moved down the hall, down the stairs and into the empty living room without waking a soul within the large home. He ran a shaking hand through his cherry red strands before plopping himself on the couch in distress. He leaned his head back to stare up at the tall ceiling. “What the hell am I gonna do?”

Closing his light brown eyes, he imagined himself standing in this very living room but with someone else there. That someone else was Poison donned in his killjoy attire. Gerard pictured himself as his own dark brunette self. “What are we going to do, Poison? He knows who we are now.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.” Poison reminded him from where he leaned back on the other end of the couch and rested his right ankle over his left knee.

“I had to tell him.” Gerard tried to justify, turning in his seat to face him. “If I hadn't we wouldn't have kn-”

“Known what!?” Poison exclaimed impatiently, his head snapping to face him. Past the familiar yellow mask he could see identical eyes to his own burning with fury.

“About the kids.” Gerard reminded him sternly. “OUR kids.”

Poison shook his head in denial, clearly not a fan of the idea of having offsprings walking the face the earth with him. “Whatever, man, that's your problem now. I just want Black Opal.”

“You ain't gonna have shit unless you help me!” Gerard urged him desperately. “Last night, Frank demanded that we leave for good out of his life. Today he's gonna wake up and find out that we hadn't left and...god knows how he's gonna react.”

“I don't fucking care how he'll react!” Poison seethed, shooting a glare at him as if he was speaking with Frank instead of Gerard. “He's mine. He doesn't get the right to tell me when to leave.”

“He will if he calls the cops on us!” Gerard pointed out. “He's seen our face!”

“And who's fucking idea was that, huh?” Poison spat, now turning in his seat to face him. “YOU decided to show him our face, and now he has something to use against us!”

“And I'd do it again given the chance!” Gerard threatened. “I won't let you, or anyone stop me from being with Frank.”

Poison's face instantly relaxed. “Then you have your answer. You'll stop at nothing to keep him. Let that guide you to saying the right thing tomorrow morning and not fucking this already fucked up situation up again.”