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

Poison kicked open the front door of the house he had been planning on borrowing for his much needed private time with his Black Opal. In his arms, was the young 16 year old boy he’s been obsessing over for the past year that had somehow managed to be the first person to ever succeed in pushing Poison severely close to the edge of his own insanity. Not being able to keep his eyes off of the serenely drugged Frank Iero, Poison kicked the front door shut behind him with his boot, before heading for the master bedroom on the first floor where he placed the body onto the middle of the king size bed. Lucky for him, the bed had a wrought iron headboard that would help make it easier to keep Frank detained throughout his stay there. Having already brought and set up Frank’s old cuff’s from a year ago, Poison got to work on securing him properly. Producing a knife that was strapped to his right leg, Poison expertly cut the zip ties off of Frank’s wrist without leaving a scratch on his pale perfect skin, before untying both of his blindfold and gag. Knowing that he had to make sure that Frank was completely restraint before he could selfishly take the young boy’s body in, Poison lifted his limp body up a little high up onto the bed so he could easily slip his tiny wrists into the cold metal cuffs and so that when Frank woke up he wouldn’t be painfully stretched out.

Finally done with restraining him, Poison was now free to sit himself down next to Frank’s body and stared down at him knowing that his plan was definitely falling into place after so long. In no time, Poison slipped into a trance-like state that caused him to reach out to cup Frank’s soft cheek in his hand and then lean his head down to nuzzle the other cheek with the tip of his nose. With his eyes falling shut, Poison deeply breathed in Frank’s scent like it would be his very last breath, and allowed himself mentally drift into the sexual thoughts what would later manifest when Frank finally woke up. Sliding his hand up Frank’s stomach until it rested over his heart, Poison felt the muscle beating there. He continued to stay in that position as the sun began to set in the distance, but he knew that it was time for him to leave the room when the darkness began to seep around them. Nuzzling his nose against Frank’s cheek one last time, Poison got up from the bed as fast as he could force himself and retreated out of the dark room. Tonight, he’d sleep in the bedroom next door, but tomorrow he planned on sharing that master bed with Frank.

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When Frank woke up the next morning, he instantly realized that he was not in his bed room in his parents’ house upstairs. The first clue was that the ceiling above the bed wasn’t covered in rock posters of his favorite band, and it had detailed trimmings looping around that fell more into his mother’s taste than his. The second clue was the fact that he couldn’t lower his arms from up above his head, and when he lifted his head to see what was preventing this, he felt his heart officially stop beating when he caught sight of a pair of familiar chunky metal cuffs clamped around his wrist. His hazel eyes widen in complete horror as his eyes began to frantically dart around the room in a panic. He didn’t realize that he was crying throughout all of this as he began to struggle with the chains on his wrist. Rolling over onto his knees and using all his might to tug the chains wrapped around the bars of the huge fancy iron headboard, Frank tried all his might not to allow his mind to go racing to the reason as to how he got there, and why he was there. The idea of the possibility that he had just been kidnapped a SECOND time was absolutely inconceivable to him. There was no way that it could be happening to him right now. Literally a year after his first kidnapping!?

Refusing to go into it, Frank mentally tried to calm himself down so that he could easily recover his last memory before he woke up here while also simultaneously trying to break the four iron bars his chains were wrapped around. “What the fucking fuck?!”

As the tears poured down his cheeks in large drops, Frank could recall being home alone while his parents went off on a romantic date that didn’t include bringing their 16 year old child with them. He had assured his parents that he would be fine alone, and that he planned on staying home for the night. It took some convincing, but eventually his parents agreed and left to go on their date before he got off of work. He drove up the driveway, locked his car, went inside, took a shower, and finished his homework for the day…and then he left to go reheat a plate of yesterday’s leftover dinner…and then…”Oh shit...”

Frank suddenly let the chain drop from his hands as a lost tiny memory had slipped back into his mind, and sucked every amount of energy he had left at that moment to try and escape. He remembered walking out of his bedroom to grab a bite to eat when…someone grabbed him and covered his mouth with something. He had fought to get out of the person’s grip, but then...nothing. He couldn’t remember anything else after that. Could he have been drugged? Shaking his head as the tears began to pour faster and the sobs began to burst forth from his lips, Frank’s entire body shook as he hunched over to scream into the comforters of the bed. Lifting his head a minute later, he knew his face must have been as red as a strawberry, but he didn’t care. He had to get out of here, he had to. He can’t go through what he went through before. “HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP ME! PLEASE!!!” Frank screamed for help, not holding back on his volume. Someone would hear, someone had to. They would hear him, then call the cops and then he’d back home with his family in seconds. His family…what had happen to his family? Did the intruder stick around to wait for his parents to show up? And if so, what did he do to them? Or maybe his family were back at home safe and sound right now? If so, would they have noticed that he was missing yet and called the cops to locate him? As much as Frank didn’t want to be going through a second kidnapping practically less than a year later from his first one, he also didn’t want to put his parents through the same nightmare again. Not only did he have to get professional help to rejuvenate himself, but so did his parents.

In a sick way, Frank prayed that this was all just some sick prank being played on him by his parents. As incredibly messed up that would be of them to do to him, he would gladly welcome the traumatizing joke if only he could go back home and shut himself out from the world to scream underneath his comforters again. Squeezing his eyes shut, and gripping the blanket beneath him into two tight fists, Frank prayed as hard as he could that his parents would come walking into the room with a camera, laughing and pointing at him. True, it wasn’t like them to do anything as messed up as that to a person, but Frank NEEDED them to do it now. He needed it more than he needed anything at that moment. “Please please please, let this be a joke. Mommy…daddy…let this be a joke, please oh please oh please!” He whispered to himself before he lifted his head to look over his shoulder at the bedroom’s double door with wide and frightful eyes that were paired with a trembling smile. “O-Okay, mom, and dad! I-I get it! Y-You guys got me g-good there, n-now you can out n-now! Please?” All he heard was silence so intense and eerie it made him erupt in desperation. “I SAID COME OUT!!”

The sound of the double doors abruptly being opened from the other side silenced Frank’s screaming and caused him to retreat back towards the headboard and huddle himself into it. His heart pounded so loudly could hear nothing else as his eyes watched the doors swing gracefully open to reveal someone Frank was certain he would NEVER ever see ever EVER again. With his red cherry hair as bright as ever, the man that had kidnapped him when he had just turned 15 walked in wearing his same yellow mask with a pill on it, a darky navy blue sleeveless shirt with a red collar and the words ‘Keep Smiling’ in bold yellow letters on the bottom right, tight grey acid wash jeans, his chunk black combat boots and black leather fingerless gloves. Frank’s jaw dropped open as he watched the man who had called himself Poison a year ago, stepped into the room and began to remove his fingerless gloves from his hands without saying a word, but making sure to keep his light brown eyes on him through the mask.

Neither one of them spoke. Frank was too speechless at seeing the man who was biologically the father of his two precious babies standing before him in the flesh again, and of course continuing to keep his identity a complete mystery. The tears continue to flow down Frank’s face, but he was no longer sobbing, instead he was panting with fear…or at least that what he believed it was. Crawling further back, Frank reached out to grab ahold of the iron bars of the headboard as if it would protect him from the man that now had kidnapped him a second time. My god, a second time? What person kidnaps the same victim a second time a year later!? That practically never happens, and yet he was in chains again in a different location, but with the same damn man responsible for it all. His hazel eyes remained glued on his kidnapper, who continued to remain silent as he stared right back at him. Frank had no idea what he was supposed to do at a time like this, but when the image of his handsome boy Lorenzo and his little Princess Venetia popped into in his mind, he then knew he had to figure something out or else he’d never get to see their faces ever again. He had fight, and survive for his twin babies if that was what it took to see them again. Using what little strength he had left to spare, Frank licked his lips before engaging the secret father of his children in conversation. “W-Where am I?” Frank finally broke eye contact with Poison for a minute to look around the unfamiliar room that didn’t belong to him, or his parents before returning them back to the redheaded man. “W-Where are my p-parents!? P-please, tell me w-where they are!?” Once again, Frank found himself praying that his parents weren’t dragged along with him and were being kept elsewhere in the house.

Poison didn’t answer Frank right away because he was too busy taking the young boy and this moment in where he finally had him right where he’s been dying to have him for the past year. Alone, in an isolate location where no one would find them. Poison couldn’t remember if Frank looked this delectable to him back then when he was babysitting the twins with him under his real name. Perhaps it was because now he was allowed to freely touch Frank and do the things he’s been wanting to do to him for the past year. Shaking himself from his reverie, Poison refocused himself on Frank’s question and spoke in a voice that he hoped would help calm Frank down. “They’re safe, probably back at home. It’s just you, and me here, I assure you.” Allowing that to sink in for a minute, Poison stepped forward towards the bed that Frank sat so fearfully on.

The closer he got, the harder Frank began to hyperventilate and cry. He forced his back painfully against the headboard by pushing himself backwards with his feet, his eyes wide and glazed with tears. “No no no no! No no stay away! I SAID STAY AWAY FROM ME!”

Poison couldn’t be moved by his tears even if he wanted to be. The beast within him had needed Frank for so long, and now that he has been delivered on a silver platter to him he planned on taking every last morsel he could of his body until there was no desire left for him. Ignoring him, Poison took a seat on the right side of the bed in silence. He gave Frank time to adjust to him being so close to him before he reached out to cup Frank’s cheek in his hand much like he did last night. He watched Frank squeeze his eyes shut and turn his head away from his touch and then struggle with the chains that kept him tied to the headboard. “No don’t, p-please don’t!”

Poison couldn’t help but let out a shaky breathe at having touched him when he was awake and conscious. There was just something much more special about it. Eagerly reaching out further for more, Poison sunk his hand into Frank’s silky dark chocolate hair and curled his fingers into it. Frank struggled to pull his head away from him, but he couldn’t with his hair being tightly held in his fist. Lifting himself up on his knees, Poison leaned over him further into the bed and greedily buried his face in Frank’s neck, deeply inhaling his scent as if it were his only means of oxygen on this planet. He kept himself smushed there even as Frank frantically struggled to push him off of him, begging and pleading. “NO, DON’T! PLEASE!!”

Soon enough, after a while of Poison’s face being pressed into his neck, Frank found himself emotionally calming down a little more, but he still refused to give in to the fight ahead. He quietly whimpered out to his kidnapper, finding no need to raise his voice since he was practically hiding his face in the crook of his neck. “Stop touching me, please…I-I don’t want you to touch me…”

Frank still hated this man. He hated that he so boldly touches him without asking for his permission all the damn time. He’s always hated it even in the past, however…a new thing to hate about him now would be the fact that somehow this evil man was calming his frantic and panicked state down without any effort on his part. Frank started become fearful that what could be happening was that he was starting to get use to this man who he hadn’t seen since he was a 15 year old boy a year ago.