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

Shockingly enough, Poison could feel his own tiny black almost nonexistent heart break for his Black Opal even after he attacked him with a fireplace poker. Taking a step forward in hopes of comforting the sobbing boy, Poison reached out to gently caress the small bruise on Frank’s forehead from when he had hit him the day before. Frank didn’t try to stop him from touching him, in fact he allowed him to. Thinking its safe, Poison stepped even closer, but that only cause Frank to hit him with his fist. The blow didn’t hurt at all, so Poison didn’t think he should step back in order to protect himself from harm. Even when Frank’s fists began to softly rain down onto his chest, he didn’t stop coming closer to him. It was only when Poison got close enough did Frank reached out with both hands and attempt to grip down on his kidnapper’s neck. He tried to squeeze with all his might to cut the life of the man that has made the past two years of his life hell, even though he had his chance at doing so earlier when he had a legitimate weapon in his hands. Speaking of earlier, there was definitely some self-hate for himself for not being able to finish Poison off with that very same fire poker, but deep down inside Frank knew the reason why he couldn’t do it, he was just in extreme denial over it so badly he wouldn’t even acknowledge it to himself. Basically, after all he’s been put through, he shouldn’t have to show mercy to Poison even if he’s the father of his twins. The man was never there for him to raise their kids…not that he ever wanted him to, of course! All those diaper, baby food, toys and baby clothes all came from Frank, his parents and his Aunt and Uncle. None of them came from this man, and why would they? He had no idea he had kids with Frank! Hell, he didn’t even know he had a working womb! Those kids don’t exist in Poison’s mind so why wouldn’t it be easy to just end his life right here and now? The amount of alligator tears pouring from Frank’s eyes had to be for the two years of pain he suffered by the hands of Poison, at least that’s the only reason he wanted to believe they ran so heavily. There was no possible way that he could ever be in love with his own kidnapper! That idea was completely absurd. No one falls in love with their kidnapper and rapist. Absolutely no one! During Frank’s reflecting, Poison had time to reflect himself as he allowed the young boy to strangle him…that is if he was capable of doing it properly. Looking back from now, Poison could see where he screwed up in life, and he didn’t just mean with Frank. He had seriously messed up when it came to being a Killjoy of the Killjoy family. Despite all the risks that were stacked against himself and his family at the time, Poison took the chance at kidnapping Frank a SECOND time when he should’ve just left him alone. I mean, the Killjoys all got off lucky the first time when Poison let Frank go back to his family, and now this!? Killjoys didn’t do this type of thing. If you get kidnapped by one of them there was no way you’ll ever see your loved ones again. Frank Iero was the first to be let go and live through his experience at being a prisoner of a Killjoy, but it was also meant to be the last time, and here the poor boy was, back with his kidnapper who insisted on taking him again for what? Sex? Companionship? Love? Frank didn’t deserve what he had lived through, and in Poison’s mind, he himself didn’t deserve to be a Killjoy anymore. Hell, he didn’t deserve to even be alive for all he’s done. Death is well-deserved for the soft and weak Killjoy that he’s become. Poison reached up to grab Frank’s tiny hands in his and forcibly strained his grip on them, urging them to squeeze tighter around his neck. “C’mon, Frank! Is that the best you can do to the man who’s kidnapped you and deflowered you when you were only 15 years old? Huh? No, you need to squeeze a lot harder than that, Frankie-baby, squeeze fucking harder and fucking kill me already!”

Frank was crying harder with every word Poison said. For some reason, he didn’t like the fact that Poison WANTED him to kill him. It was strange that he would wish that upon himself and expect this 16 year old kid he seems to want to kidnap once a year to do it for him. Frank slowly shook his head side to side as he tried to get a grip on himself. This was an opportunity of a lifetime to take Poison out once and for all. He was literally standing there allowing Frank to do it. Clenching his teeth together, Frank tried to find some kind of inner rage for Poison that must have hidden deep within himself. He was desperate to find it if he was ever going to kill him successfully…but sadly, there was nothing there. Frank’s eyes widen in horror as he came to realize that he simply couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to kill Poison. “O-Oh god, I…I can’t do it….I-I can’t do it…”

Poison is a little taken aback by his response, but refuses to believe it. “No, Frank! You don’t have the option to change your mind on this, this is happening whether you want it to or not! Now, fucking strangle me already, we don’t have all day, and the sooner you get this done the sooner you can go back home to your family for good and never have to look over your shoulder for me again!”

Frank frantically shook his head, avoiding Poison’s eyes as he continued to try and get ahold of his tears. He managed to whimper out a rebuttal. “I-I can’t! Please…just stop!”

Finding himself desperate, Poison gripped tighter down on Frank’s hand before he yanked back from him to walk into the kitchen. Upon finding the knife block, he pulled the thickest blade out and returned back to Frank. He placed it into his small hand. Poison needed someone to kill him. He couldn’t live with how fucked up he’s becoming all because of his beautiful hazel eyed boy poisoning his system. “Here, use this instead.”

Eyes widening down in horror, Frank had almost dropped the knife in his hand if it hadn’t been for Poison closing his hand over his to keep it from falling. With his other arm, Frank covered his eyes and cried behind them, shaking his head and wailing. “NO NO NO! P-PLEASE, DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS! I CAN’T!”

“FUCKING TAKE IT RIGHT NOW, IERO!” Poison shouted down at him, not being able to control himself. “AND END THIS NIGHTMARE FOR THE BOTH OF US!” Taking in the heart breaking sobs Frank was emitting, Poison forced himself to lower his voice back down. “I didn’t want this to happen to you, Black Opal, to either of us. You weren’t supposed to be going through this again.” He pulled Frank’s hand towards his lower stomach until he could feel the sharp end of the knife against his skin. “But right now, this is the only way to stop this, so I need you to do it.”

“I-I told you…I c-can’t!” Frank whimpered out again, wishing Poison would get it through his head that Frank wasn’t capable of doing anything like this.

“Yes, you can! Just push, and it’ll do all the work for you.” Poison encouraged him, watching the emotions shift across Frank’s face.

Frank frantically shook his head again. “I SAID I CAN’T!”

Once again, Poison lost his patience and started yelling down at him. “AND I SAID DO IT, BECAUSE IF YOU DON’T I’LL JUST KEEP COMING BACK FOR YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN UNTIL THE DAY YOU FUCKING DIE! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?”

Anger now filling his veins, Frank yanked himself out of Poison’s hold and tossed the knife across the room away from them both. He defiantly stood his ground and screamed right back at him. “NO, I WON’T!” No longer thinking clearly, Frank decided to take his anger out on Poison by beating him to death with his own hands. Unfortunately, he wasn’t all that strong, and so he wasn’t really doing any damage, but he didn’t care. Frank continued to beat his anger away by using Poison’s chest as his target, but it didn’t take long before Poison was sweeping him up into his arms and carrying him back into the bedroom. Frank took that opportunity to vent out his anger verbally since he might get dropped if he continued to physically fight him. “I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU! I WISH YOU’D GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! JUST LEAVE ME AL-”

Poison cut Frank off when he tossed him onto the bed, leaving him a little winded. He continued to ignore Frank as he leaned over him to work his pants and briefs off and then his own all the while with Frank struggling. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME! I FUCKING HATE YOU, I DON’T WANT YOU TOUCHING ME LIKE THIS ANYMORE!”

Not giving anything he was saying a thought, Poison sucked on two of his fingers before slipping his hand down between Frank’s legs to coat his entrance with his spit. Frank fought harder, and continued to scream with anger. It was quickly pissing Poisons off, and after two minutes of it he decided to forget about preparing Frank and instead push himself into him. The minute the head of his cock rubbed against Frank’s entrance, he would feel the young boy’s body still completely beneath him. Poison was certain he would start singing the ‘woe is me, don’t do it blah blah blah’ but instead Frank continued to scream his hatred for him. “YOU MONSTER! YOU FUCKING MONSTER! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO A FUCKING CHILD!?”

Thrusting his hips forward, Poison began to sink his cock into Frank’s body. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he inched himself in, his lips parting to release several moans. “Fuck, yes….”

“Ahh!” Frank went back to struggling beneath him, trying to get out from under him. “No, please! S-Stop it, you fucking bastard!”

Not listening to him, Poison began to pick up the speed. As punishment, he wanted to make this rough for Frank, which meant he wasn’t going to wait around for Frank gets use to his size. No, he was gonna be selfish and put his own pleasure first. “F-Fucking tight, baby….so fucking t-tight!”

Gritting his teeth, Frank tried his hardest to remain angry and strong, but he could hardly think straight. Without a working brain, he came to the conclusion that a way to get back at Poison was to enjoy the torment he’s putting him through. He figured Poison enjoyed it when he’s begging for him to stop and etc, because he had never stopped before in the past. Maybe if he did the opposite, Poison would stop. Reaching up, Frank wrapped his arms around Poison’s neck and pulled himself up so their chests were touching. He glared into Poison’s heavy lidded eyes as he begs for him to keep going.” Y-Yeah baby you like that?”

Never before had Poison been so turned on by Frank. His thrusting slowed as he repeated what Frank had said in his head. Did he really mean that, he wondered to himself before shrugging the answer off? It didn’t matter if Frank was suffering from a concussion right now, or what. For once in his life, Frank was agreeing to this. Giving him a smirk. Poison fell forward onto the bed and increased his speed. He buried his face into Frank’s neck and pounded into him, searching for his prostrate.

Realizing that all this is an excuse just to have sex with this man, Frank clung to his kidnapper. His nails dug into his back as he lifted his hips in earnest to match Poison’s rhythm. He didn’t want to face reality right now, he just wanted to be plowed by this man senselessly. In this position all he could do was hold on tight, as Poison hid in the crook of his neck, moaning relentlessly. When Frank came, he didn’t think of the precautions of having sex without protection as Poison filled him up with his own cum. afterwards, they both laid there in a sweaty mess catching their breath. It was the sound of chains that made Frank open his eyes and look around. He caught sight of Poison reaching out for his cuff and immediately the thought of being restraint again scared the life out of him. He shrunk back away from him as he desperately tried to reason with Poison. “No, please! Don’t do that!” He was surprised when Poison hesitated and stared at him, waiting for him to come up with a reason why he shouldn’t. “I won’t do anything bad, I swear! I-I’ll stay right here, I won’t go anywhere.” Unbelievably, Poison was convinced and accepted his request. Maybe it was because he was still in the afterglow of his orgasm or something, but he felt like listening to Frank for once. Reaching out to gather the sheet from underneath them, Poison tugged it out and draped it over their naked body all the while while Frank stayed on the bed like an obedient puppy. Laying down to pull Frank close, Poison pressed a kiss to his forehead before getting comfortable. In seconds, he was asleep. A few seconds more, so was Frank.