I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 237: This Nightmare Was Real
Making his journey upstairs, Gerard silently entered the dark master bedroom for his husband. He knew he was upset with him, but overall that wasn’t the biggest concern here. What was the bigger concern was that tonight he and his brother, Michael, were gonna hunt down the Killjoy family and exterminate them until there was none left in existence but them. Gerard had to say his goodbye to his Frankie, whether he was still mad at him for bringing Masika and his brother into their home or not. Luckily with the aid of the moonlight pouring through the window, he found him lying on his bed under the comforter with his back to him. He appeared to be asleep. Glancing over to his left, Gerard spotted the two tiny cribs that had been constructed for his twin baby girls, Ophelia and Marcella. Inside the two beautiful creations slept soundly. Leaning over to check up on them one at a time, it suddenly dawned on Gerard that he didn’t know when or if he’ll even return tonight back to his family. He might not get the chance to watch his children grow up into independent adults filled with ambitions that he and Frank hoped to raise them to be. My god, and the raising part! He might miss out on that whole experience completely! Someone else would have to take his place and father his children in his absence. Would it be Frank…or would his husband end up finding someone new after his death and marrying him instead?
The sickening thought of Frank remarrying again in the future was like a stab to Gerard’s heart. A jealous rage he hadn’t tasted in a long time sparked to life within his soul, darkening it. To think that another person could replace him in his husband’s heart was…unthinkable. But what the hell could he do about it from beyond the damn grave?
Rubbing both weary hands over his equally weary face, Gerard silently took a seat on his side of the bed, his back to his sleeping husband. If tonight was his last night on earth, then the life of his children would be in Frank’s hands to guide into whatever life’s direction he saw fit…even if that meant he allows someone else in his bed and to aid him in raising their kids. And by god, Gerard had to trust Frank to the right things after he departed from this world! It majorly SUCKED because his heart did indeed trust his husband to do the right thing for their family. No matter what! He chose right in having Frank mother and father his children, no other would ever simply do.
Turning his head to his right to bare his soul, Gerard spoke to Frank softly while he slept over his shoulder. “I love you, Frank Iero. I used to think it was sad that you would never get the chance to fathom even just a little how fucking much I do, but…I’ve come to accept that it’s fine that you won’t.”
From over Gerard’s shoulder, Frank didn’t move a muscle. If he was pretending to be asleep, his performance was flawless.
“Every single thing I’ve done since we first met has only ever been for you…even when it should've been for only me. To be married to you forever and never allow anything to part us from each other’s side has been the highest honor that’s ever been given to me in my entire life. I swear from the bottom of my heart I don’t want to be the one to separate us now, but…I have to end, Frankie.” Gerard whispered tenderly, closing his eyes to shut out the heartbreak that had manifested before him. He didn’t want to see it, to feel his chest and throat constricting with emotions. He had to keep it together in order to not break. The Killjoys had to be stopped, if not, they’ll come and murder his family before his very eyes. Gerard would sooner die before he ever let anyone touch HIS family. “I have to end them all tonight. Walking away…it’s just not an option I refuse to give any one of them, not after what they’ve done to me and mine. So I have to go stop them before they get away and hurt another innocent soul.”
Stretching a trembling hand out behind him, Gerard let out a breath he’d been holding when it lightly landed on Frank’s thigh. The warmth of his body seeped through the sheets and into the palm of his hand, warming his inside and making him long to press his naked body against his. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Gerard said. “If…if I don’t come back tomorrow morning…then I’m gonna need you to pack up our kids and everyone else you love and get the hell out of New Jersey as fast as you can. They won’t be able to find you once you leave the state, they’re not as smart when it comes to tracking a person down as me and my brother are.”
Letting out a long shaky breath, Gerard braced himself to say wrap up his final goodbye as he squeezed his eyes tighter. “God, I love you so much, Frankie. I doubt it’ll cease to exist even when my time comes.”
Quietly, Gerard withdrew his hand from his husband’s warm paradise and rose from the comfiest bed he’s ever owned in his life. Exiting his bedroom, he strode quickly past each of his children’s rooms knowing that if he didn’t he’d crumble to the floor and refuse to leave. As he was halfway down the hall, he heard something that had him halting in his tracks.
“Gee.” A soft familiar voice behind Gerard called.
Spinning around on his heels, Gerard barely had time to register his husband there before the shorter man threw himself at him and after snaking his arms around his neck, yanked his lips down over his in a passionate kiss. He was too close to see Frank’s tears, but Gerard was able to taste them in the frenzied meeting of their lips. Selfishly, he chose to ignore them to instead drown all his senses in the addictive taste and warmth of his husband that was weakening his knees to the point where couldn’t hold himself up anymore. Helplessly, he dropped down onto his knees on the hardwood floor in the middle of the hallway, and because Frank was still wrapped tightly around him, he went down with him in nothing but a pair of briefs and one of the button-up shirts Gerard would put on for work interviews. Unbearably turned on by the fire Frank effortlessly inflamed within him on top of being cognizant that this could be the last time together, Gerard fully lowered them both onto the cold hard floor with him on top. One hand went for Frank’s briefs, and greedily tugged the cotton material down and off of his lower region, releasing his throbbing cock to the cool air. His other hand ascended to lightly grip onto Frank’s throat.
Arching silently under his tall dominant husband, Frank’s eyes fell blissfully shut while he helped in kicking off his briefs, not giving a damn where they were tossed to. Wantonly, he spread both of his legs wide open in submission, waiting for his husband to fill him to the point where he choked from it. He shuddered when he heard Gerard undo the zipper of his pants and then ruffle of clothes being shoved aside. He nearly whimpered when he felt his husband’s body heat radiate towards his pelvic region right before their flesh made contact. And what sweet delicious contact it was before Frank felt the first intrusion of his husband’s cock pressing against his hole. Biting back a whimper because it was a dry penetration with zero prep, Frank let it slide because he knew that it wouldn’t be long at all until the real ecstasy hit him like a bullet train. It took at the end of the first thrust that hit his prostate head on for his hazel eyes to roll back in his skull and his lips part in a muted cry of pleasure.
Gerard felt Frank’s legs snake around his hips tightly, imprisoning him from escaping only until he was fully satisfied which he was happy to oblige. It was his husband’s heel on his lower back that urged him onward to thrust in a second time. Wishing they had all the time in the world but knowing they were limited, Gerard sped up quickly, concentrating on pounding deeply into his small husband while simultaneously muffling his moans of pleasure in the sweaty crook of Frank’s neck so they wouldn’t awaken their slumbering children. Gerard held onto his husband like it would their last night together, constricting him tightly against his hard chest with his long arms.
But Frank clung onto Gerard just as tightly if not even more, his hands digging into his back even through his leather jacket as he moved against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. They both were giving it all until they finally came so damn hard against each other they had to grit their teeths to impede the screams of ecstasy behind it before soon swallowing it back down their throats. Sweaty and momentarily sated, the couple collapsed fully onto the cold dark floor to catch their breaths. Frank choked out a moan he smothered behind his arm when his husband pulled out of him before lying down beside him.
“Jesus Christ, I love you.” Gerard panted heavily, once again declaring his love for the thousandth time that night. His light brown eyes stared up at the ceiling through the slit of his heavy eyelids, his body feeling euphorically paralyzed as he shivered from the vibrating aftermath. Frank didn’t get a chance to respond before a voice cut in from down the stairs.
“Gerard, it’s time to go.” Michael softly hailed out, well aware the married couple were getting it on upstairs by the time he came around to fetch his brother. Choosing to remain downstairs, he decided to call out to them instead.
“I’ll be right there.” Gerard hailed back, lifting his head off the floor. He listened to his brother’s footsteps trail away before the front door to his house opened then closed. Turning his head to glance down at his husband, who turned his head away quickly to evade him, Gerard reached out to brush his fringe aside so he could see his face better. “Baby…”
“You have to go.” Frankie recited, averting his gaze. When he heard Gerard say his name again, he physically pushed him away from him, so he could rise up and drag whatever clothes he could back on.
After fixing himself up, Gerard crouched down to cupped Frank’s chin to try to make him look at him. “I love you, and I’ll be back by tomorrow morning, okay?”
Frank nodded, but still refused to make eye contact with his own husband. He just couldn't do it. He didn’t want what’s happening to be real right now. But when his husband kissed the top of his head for the last time and then walked out of their home, he couldn’t deny it anymore. This nightmare was real.
The sickening thought of Frank remarrying again in the future was like a stab to Gerard’s heart. A jealous rage he hadn’t tasted in a long time sparked to life within his soul, darkening it. To think that another person could replace him in his husband’s heart was…unthinkable. But what the hell could he do about it from beyond the damn grave?
Rubbing both weary hands over his equally weary face, Gerard silently took a seat on his side of the bed, his back to his sleeping husband. If tonight was his last night on earth, then the life of his children would be in Frank’s hands to guide into whatever life’s direction he saw fit…even if that meant he allows someone else in his bed and to aid him in raising their kids. And by god, Gerard had to trust Frank to the right things after he departed from this world! It majorly SUCKED because his heart did indeed trust his husband to do the right thing for their family. No matter what! He chose right in having Frank mother and father his children, no other would ever simply do.
Turning his head to his right to bare his soul, Gerard spoke to Frank softly while he slept over his shoulder. “I love you, Frank Iero. I used to think it was sad that you would never get the chance to fathom even just a little how fucking much I do, but…I’ve come to accept that it’s fine that you won’t.”
From over Gerard’s shoulder, Frank didn’t move a muscle. If he was pretending to be asleep, his performance was flawless.
“Every single thing I’ve done since we first met has only ever been for you…even when it should've been for only me. To be married to you forever and never allow anything to part us from each other’s side has been the highest honor that’s ever been given to me in my entire life. I swear from the bottom of my heart I don’t want to be the one to separate us now, but…I have to end, Frankie.” Gerard whispered tenderly, closing his eyes to shut out the heartbreak that had manifested before him. He didn’t want to see it, to feel his chest and throat constricting with emotions. He had to keep it together in order to not break. The Killjoys had to be stopped, if not, they’ll come and murder his family before his very eyes. Gerard would sooner die before he ever let anyone touch HIS family. “I have to end them all tonight. Walking away…it’s just not an option I refuse to give any one of them, not after what they’ve done to me and mine. So I have to go stop them before they get away and hurt another innocent soul.”
Stretching a trembling hand out behind him, Gerard let out a breath he’d been holding when it lightly landed on Frank’s thigh. The warmth of his body seeped through the sheets and into the palm of his hand, warming his inside and making him long to press his naked body against his. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Gerard said. “If…if I don’t come back tomorrow morning…then I’m gonna need you to pack up our kids and everyone else you love and get the hell out of New Jersey as fast as you can. They won’t be able to find you once you leave the state, they’re not as smart when it comes to tracking a person down as me and my brother are.”
Letting out a long shaky breath, Gerard braced himself to say wrap up his final goodbye as he squeezed his eyes tighter. “God, I love you so much, Frankie. I doubt it’ll cease to exist even when my time comes.”
Quietly, Gerard withdrew his hand from his husband’s warm paradise and rose from the comfiest bed he’s ever owned in his life. Exiting his bedroom, he strode quickly past each of his children’s rooms knowing that if he didn’t he’d crumble to the floor and refuse to leave. As he was halfway down the hall, he heard something that had him halting in his tracks.
“Gee.” A soft familiar voice behind Gerard called.
Spinning around on his heels, Gerard barely had time to register his husband there before the shorter man threw himself at him and after snaking his arms around his neck, yanked his lips down over his in a passionate kiss. He was too close to see Frank’s tears, but Gerard was able to taste them in the frenzied meeting of their lips. Selfishly, he chose to ignore them to instead drown all his senses in the addictive taste and warmth of his husband that was weakening his knees to the point where couldn’t hold himself up anymore. Helplessly, he dropped down onto his knees on the hardwood floor in the middle of the hallway, and because Frank was still wrapped tightly around him, he went down with him in nothing but a pair of briefs and one of the button-up shirts Gerard would put on for work interviews. Unbearably turned on by the fire Frank effortlessly inflamed within him on top of being cognizant that this could be the last time together, Gerard fully lowered them both onto the cold hard floor with him on top. One hand went for Frank’s briefs, and greedily tugged the cotton material down and off of his lower region, releasing his throbbing cock to the cool air. His other hand ascended to lightly grip onto Frank’s throat.
Arching silently under his tall dominant husband, Frank’s eyes fell blissfully shut while he helped in kicking off his briefs, not giving a damn where they were tossed to. Wantonly, he spread both of his legs wide open in submission, waiting for his husband to fill him to the point where he choked from it. He shuddered when he heard Gerard undo the zipper of his pants and then ruffle of clothes being shoved aside. He nearly whimpered when he felt his husband’s body heat radiate towards his pelvic region right before their flesh made contact. And what sweet delicious contact it was before Frank felt the first intrusion of his husband’s cock pressing against his hole. Biting back a whimper because it was a dry penetration with zero prep, Frank let it slide because he knew that it wouldn’t be long at all until the real ecstasy hit him like a bullet train. It took at the end of the first thrust that hit his prostate head on for his hazel eyes to roll back in his skull and his lips part in a muted cry of pleasure.
Gerard felt Frank’s legs snake around his hips tightly, imprisoning him from escaping only until he was fully satisfied which he was happy to oblige. It was his husband’s heel on his lower back that urged him onward to thrust in a second time. Wishing they had all the time in the world but knowing they were limited, Gerard sped up quickly, concentrating on pounding deeply into his small husband while simultaneously muffling his moans of pleasure in the sweaty crook of Frank’s neck so they wouldn’t awaken their slumbering children. Gerard held onto his husband like it would their last night together, constricting him tightly against his hard chest with his long arms.
But Frank clung onto Gerard just as tightly if not even more, his hands digging into his back even through his leather jacket as he moved against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. They both were giving it all until they finally came so damn hard against each other they had to grit their teeths to impede the screams of ecstasy behind it before soon swallowing it back down their throats. Sweaty and momentarily sated, the couple collapsed fully onto the cold dark floor to catch their breaths. Frank choked out a moan he smothered behind his arm when his husband pulled out of him before lying down beside him.
“Jesus Christ, I love you.” Gerard panted heavily, once again declaring his love for the thousandth time that night. His light brown eyes stared up at the ceiling through the slit of his heavy eyelids, his body feeling euphorically paralyzed as he shivered from the vibrating aftermath. Frank didn’t get a chance to respond before a voice cut in from down the stairs.
“Gerard, it’s time to go.” Michael softly hailed out, well aware the married couple were getting it on upstairs by the time he came around to fetch his brother. Choosing to remain downstairs, he decided to call out to them instead.
“I’ll be right there.” Gerard hailed back, lifting his head off the floor. He listened to his brother’s footsteps trail away before the front door to his house opened then closed. Turning his head to glance down at his husband, who turned his head away quickly to evade him, Gerard reached out to brush his fringe aside so he could see his face better. “Baby…”
“You have to go.” Frankie recited, averting his gaze. When he heard Gerard say his name again, he physically pushed him away from him, so he could rise up and drag whatever clothes he could back on.
After fixing himself up, Gerard crouched down to cupped Frank’s chin to try to make him look at him. “I love you, and I’ll be back by tomorrow morning, okay?”
Frank nodded, but still refused to make eye contact with his own husband. He just couldn't do it. He didn’t want what’s happening to be real right now. But when his husband kissed the top of his head for the last time and then walked out of their home, he couldn’t deny it anymore. This nightmare was real.