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

“Daddy, we pay monstur?” Frank's hazel eyes flitted from where he was on the couch taunting Jasiah with his teething ring to his twins all attired up as a Princess and Knight inquiring Gerard to play outside with them.

Gerard, who had been flipping through a cookbook in construction for tonight's dinner ditched his duty to sweep both of his kids up in his arms, growling like the monster character he always played. “Grrr, how about we play 'Monster's dinner' instead!”

Frank regarded as the twins screeched and kicked as their father imported them under each arm outside. Left alone to himself, Frank got up from the couch to provide a snack for both him and his baby before dinner. He greedily picked up four cups of vanilla pudding, opened them and scooped them all out into one big bowl for him to devour. He also took it upon himself to cover the heavenly treat with a coat of whip cream and some bulky pouring of sprinkles from the cupboard. Not wishing to share with anyone else or allow Gerard to observe, Frank lurked up the stairs with Jasiah so the two could guzzle it all up. When Jasiah started to slumber off, Frank set him down for a brief nap and took that moment to set up a nice relaxing back for himself. He got lost in his thoughts after a minute of soaking, and instantly began thinking of Gerard and their situation.

Frank was getting horny, and not just a little bit. His stomach was gradually beginning to round, and with the growth of their child came an ungodly sexual arousing state that seemed to last until the end of his pregnancy where all he craved for was sex. During his first pregnancy it was startling because all he could think about was Poison and Gerard tilting him over his bed and taking turns having their way with him. When he carried Jasiah those same hot visions came back to terrorize him. And now he was pregnant again but unlike those first few times Gerard and Poison were now within reach...and yet Frank still resisted not to touch him.

The twins were practically in love with Gerard, and were now calling him Daddy. After many days of frequenting, the kids got vocally inquisitive as to why the redhead was still there one night while they were being tucked into bed. Frank was brutally honest with them and told them he was their father. Ever since then there's been an unwavering bond between them and their father that bewildered him on how rapidly it had seemed to flourish over time. Even Jasiah was all over the redhead man who seemed to treasure every moment of their attention. Frank wasn't jealous in the least bit...except for when the hormones became too much for him and all he wanted to do was yank the man upstairs, lock the doors behind him and spend the next week impaled on his cock like a wanton whore off the street.

“Jesus Christ.” Frank groaned as he covered his flush face with his hands, his cock achingly hard beneath the bubbling waters. There was nothing he could have done to halt this, it was always inevitable. The signs were there too. Frank would gawk at Gerard more often than normal and longer than normal. After a conversation, he'd find himself staring at the man like he was a human-size cake!

And to make matters worse, Frank was absolutely sure that Gerard already noticed though he never pursued it. Then again, while he was tackling to resist the older man, Gerard would sometimes offer to share his bed in case he got lonesome even though they were still sleeping in separate rooms. When he wasn't making invitations like that, he would hastily touch him, but never in a flirtatious manner that was obvious though in Frank's perverted mind it sure as hell felt like it to him. At first, these traces confused Frank because he was positive that he had persuaded Gerard that nothing was going on with him so why would he be coming on to him all of a sudden. Now, all Frank required him to do was take him without question the next time they come across each other.

“I-It can't happen.” Frank whined before he felt his own hand abruptly stroke along the length of his hard shaft without his command. Whimpering, he let his head fall back and moaned. “Oh god, it can't happen!”

“What can't happen?” A familiar voiced inquired.

Damn near shooting out of the tub, Frank folded into himself with a gasp, his eyes wide on the figure reclining in the doorway. “GERARD!”

“What?” Gerard countered with a naughty smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest, one sparkling light brown eye visible while the other shielded behind a curtain of red hair. “Do you want some company?”

“WHAT!?” Frank shouted in horror, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment that he had interpreted his mind completely. “NO!”

“Pity.” Gerard pouted before stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

“W-Why are you coming in here?” Frank stammered, his enlarged eyes watching Gerard close the distance between the two. “I'm taking a bath!”

“I know.” Gerard answered as he took a seat on the ledge of the large marble slab the tub was built into the center of, his feet settling on the steps. Leaning his back against the walls, his sultry eyes scoured over the flesh of his former lover, taking in the tattoos detectable above the bubbled water. “Just thought you wanted to know that the monster game is over because Venetia fell over and scraped her knee. I got her fixed up and the kids are watching a movie downstairs.”

At the mention of his child being hurt, Frank's heart almost leapt out of his chest. “Oh my god, is she okay!?”

“Perfectly. I got her calmed down for now though I'm sure she'll start crying when she sees you.” Gerard chuckled with a playful eye roll. “You know our little drama queen.”

Frank couldn't resist giggling at that reminder. Their daughter was indeed one for the dramatics. “That's true."

“I'm gonna get started on dinner even though you had a large bowl of pudding already, I know you'll eat just about all the time.” Gerard acknowledged.

“You know me so well.” Frank teased sarcastically. He expected Gerard to leave then...but he didn't. The older man simply stared down at him in silence. Feeling like the man's hands were somehow running all over his naked body beneath the water, Frank bumbled over his words in trying to break Gerard's daze. “So...”

“I do.” Gerard replied too late. “Know you so well, that is.”

“Do you?” Frank couldn't resist asking though he knew he just asked for trouble.

“Yes, I do.” Gerard verified with nod towards his pelvic area beneath the bubbled water. “For instance, I know your cock is hard right now.”

“Excuse me!?” Frank bellowed with shock, not believing what he just said to him and how exact he was.

“It's pretty painful.” Gerard winced a bit. “I'd suggest touching yourself some times but I already know from my own personal experience that your own hand is nothing compared to another's touch.” Tilting his head to the side, Gerard gave Frank an inquisitive look. “My question to you is...why haven't you simply asked?”

“Asked!?” Frank echoed, still in a state of shock. “Asked for what!?”

“Asked for me to touch you.” Gerard answered. “You already know by now that that's all I've been wanting to do since you let me stay here with you.”

“I never let you in my house in the first place, asshole!” Frank snapped as he glared at him. “You broke in!”

“That's besides the point.” Gerard dismissed. “Why haven't you asked?”

Frank couldn't respond back to him. He wouldn't. He had no reasons why other than to preserve his heart from what might be another disaster. If his children's heart became crushed by this man ditching them than that was fine because he'd be there to pick them back up...but if it was him that got his heart broken? He'd never recoup, and right now his kids need him.

Gerard could examine the many emotions that flew across his face, and translated all of them. Giving him a nod in secrecy, he rose from the edge of the tub and made his way back to the door. Before he left he turned halfway around and said. “Fight for as long as you can, Frankie, soon enough you'll come back to me the same way I always came back to you. It's inevitable, the pull between us, and nothing can stop it. Not family, not hatred, not misery, and certainly not fear.”