I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 92: One Year Later
One year later, Frank and his children were staying at his parent’s house while their house was being built in Pennsylvania. Originally, the family had been staying in a large brand-new house that resembled a mansion in a heavily gated and heavily monitored community. Frank and his children were happy and content in their new home, but unknowingly his mother was suffering. Margo tried to keep her mouth shut for the longest about what she honestly felt about his new home, but honestly couldn’t hold it back any longer. During one of their many visits to Pennsylvania to visit their son and grandbabies, she blurted out over dinner that she didn’t wish for him to stay in this ‘crummy’ home. Frank had been shocked because he had been sure his mother approved of the beautiful expensive structure, turns out she hadn’t. Her list of complaints seemed endless from probable deaths in the house, whether it had been from some unknown deadly mold behind the walls, or some lethal bacteria or even if it was haunted by a murderous poltergeist…which it wasn’t so Frank had no idea where that speculation came from. Scared that his beloved mother was going to have an emotional breakdown if she didn’t get her way in this, Frank agreed to let his parents built him a home from scrap, and so here he and his children were as temporary guests at his parent’s house.
Tonight, his parents had stopped by their favorite diner to meet with visiting relative from his father’s side of the family. Frank had already greeted them earlier that week and didn’t wish to leave his children with a babysitter tonight while he went to visit family. Babysitter…that word made his heart jump every damn time and haunted his dreams every single night. It was crazy that it’s been a whole year and 5 months since he’s seen Gerard, and yet every once in a while, when Frank was alone he’d find himself thinking of him, wondering about the ‘what ifs’ on their short relationship. His first boyfriend, and only boyfriend thus far, was there and gone in the blink of an eye. Something so intense, beautiful, and mesmerizing was snuffed out like it was nothing but a flame burning on a small candle.
With a sigh, Frank forced himself to shake his head of those memories as he placed the dishes in the dishwater before turning it on. If he thought too long about Gerard he might start crying and he had done just enough of that in the past year and five months. Reaching out for the disinfectant wipes, Frank began wiping down the counters while turning his mind to other things, like the new house his parents were building for him. Frank had to admit he was insanely spoiled by his parents, mainly his mother, but it wasn’t as if it was by choice! He didn’t ask them to build him a house or by him a brand-new car and van as well as full furniture sets and everything you’d need within a new house. Hell, he never told them to pay all of his bills while he was living in that expensive community temporarily, but they just did anyway.
Frank was reminiscing on the numerous times his parents stepped in without permission and took over his life when he heard the back door open behind him. Hazel eyes widened in alarm that someone was entering the house through the BACK door and not the FRONT…which meant only one thing. “OH FUCK!” Frank didn’t turn around until he had lunged for the knife block and unsheathed the largest knife there. Only then did he spin around with a pounding fearful heart to face the intruder that he hoped was maybe one of his cousins coming to visit him in the dead of night. In an instant, his heart stopped beating, and the blood rushed from his body, leaving him pale of any color. Frank’s lips parted to let out the tiniest of gasp as he stumbled backwards until he hit the counter, but still he kept the knife pointing towards the intruder that was trespassing in his parent’s home. His hazel eyes were wide in shock at the familiar figure and even glazed over with tears because this meeting had truly been a long time coming. Still, Frank had changed dramatically since they last met, so there was no way he’d be recognizable after all this time!
But Poison did recognize him. How could he not when the past year and 5 months he’s been aching to consume him again. That’s right, every 12,240 hours, 734,400 minutes, and god knows how many seconds of Poison’s life was obsessing over Frank Iero. And now the kid was finally back from who knows where! It was question Poison needed the answer to and would get the answer to one way or another, but all he could do right now was stare at the treasure he thought he’d lost forever.
Softly closing the back door behind him, Poison looked Frank over through his Killjoy mask, taking his time. Frank was 17 years old now and was a long way from how he looked before. He had gotten a bit taller but was still considered short and had filled out only a little with muscle. Along with his nose ring he now had a lip ring on his bottom lip looped on the left. His hair was cut much shorter tha before and dyed black from the top of his head all the way down to the back almost like a mohawk except for the left and right side that was bleached blonde and cut even shorter. He has enough length for a fringe that fell over his right eye and made him look even more sexy if that was even humanly possible. Wearing a short sleeve black shirt, Poison was also able to spot some new ink like the black and red nautical stars mixed with black bats, and tiny black stars on the inner part of his left forearm, and a Black Flag’s logo above the inner part of his elbow. On his wrist was a black rose with guns, and ‘I’m sorry’ written across his wrist. On his upper arm there was a tiny random bomb. On his right forearm was a tattoo of a cobra, and a broken heart around his wrist with another tattoo that read ‘I Wish I Were A Ghost, around his wrist. Below that quote were Frankenstein stitches.
Poison tilted his head, wondering what other tattoos he could be hiding beneath his clothes. When his eyes lifted to Frank’s he could see that the young man was panting out of fear but was trying to appear strong. Poison knew better than that…in fact, he should have also known better than to think he could walk into this house to face Frank with an impenetrable heart. As tough as Poison like to think he is, he was too weak to stand before this boy and not fall head over heels in love with him again.
Yeah, it was love, the realest he ever felt in his life. He’d been fighting it for so long it took Frank’s disappearance to finally see his feelings for him for what they truly were, love in its purest form. Poison was exhausted from running from Frank all the time, of trying to resist the power he had over him, of trying to walk around and pretend that he didn’t live and breathe for him now that he’s had a taste of him! And so after a full year of locking himself a way in his room ignoring every since one of his brother’s orders, Poison has resurfaced, and this time, he came to Frank as both Gerard and Poison in mental unity.
Frank hesitated on attacking Poison and claimed complete and utter denial by pretending he didn’t know why. He should kill him this time there was no doubt about that. He should end Poison’s life this time and make the nightmare end once and for all…but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. After all this time, after all that’s been done to him, Frank still couldn’t turn his back on this man! His excuse this time was because he didn’t want Poison to hurt his children that were sleeping upstairs, but his heart told him otherwise. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Frank gripped the handle of the kitchen knife with sweaty trembling hands and barked out an order that sounded both weak and pathetic. “G-Get out of here, or…o-or I’ll call the police! I-I meant it this time!”
Calling his lie, Poison quickly strode over to Frank in a fearless pace and expertly took the knife right out of his hand by grabbing his wrist, tugging the knife from his hold and sheathed it back into the knife block all in a graceful motion.
Just like that Frank Iero was disarmed and was now under the watchful and possessive gaze of his kidnapper. Reigning back his tears, Frank’s face scrunched up adorably as he whispered to his kidnapper in a shaky voice, his hazel eyes not being able to tear away from the tall man dressed all in black with long vibrant cherry red hair that touched his shoulders. “W-Why...why are y-you here?” A tear spilled from his eyes and slid down his soft cheek. “What more c-can you possibly want from me!?”
Poison doesn’t answer, not right away at least. Instead, he directs the young man without his knowledge to the couch in the living room by walking towards him, attempting to close the gap between them. Frank kept moving, unaware of where he was being led to and only knowing he couldn’t let Poison touch him again. If he does, he’d be lost to him once more, he was certain of it! It’s been so long, and Frank’s sexual needs had been neglected for even longer.
Frank let out a gasp when his knees met with couch and he fell back onto it, his hazel eyes refusing to leave Poison who loomed over him like a great lord gazing over his beloved concubine. Being this close, it was impossible to deny the look in Poison’s light brown eyes that were repeatedly trailing up and down over his body. He was looking at Frank like he was a delicious dessert ready to be savored. Now, Frank knew why Poison had sought him out tonight. It was the same exact reason he kidnapped him in the first place. “W-Wait…no, wait!”
Ignoring the small hand reaching out to halt him, Poison leaned down to grab ahold of Frank’s shoulder and gently guided him down onto his back on the couch, their eyes never separating. Then, once he’s positioned comfortably, Poison lowered himself on top of him without a sound except for the creak of the couch beneath them and Frank’s fast panic breathing.
“Please, don’t do this again!” Frank cried out, more tears falling from the outer corners of his eyes and trailing into his hair. His hands came up to grip onto Poison’s shoulder, neither pushing nor pulling. “I’m begging you, P-”
Hushing his rejections with a kiss, Poison closed his eyes and swallowed both his and Frank’s soft moan of pleasure. He took advantage of Frank’s parted lips by ravishing his small delicious mouth like it’s was a banquet feast. Slipping his hands into Frank’s hair, he imprisoned his head still and took his fill of his mouth without any softness, only selfish greed.
Frank could feel the hardness of Poison’s erection pressing against his leg. It hadn’t erected there when he lowered his body over his own. No, it had already been raging long before. Trying to resist this man was all but futile. He didn’t want to tilt his head up to surrender his lips to this man, but he did. He didn’t want to pull on his shirt for more, but he did. He didn’t want to need him more than he needed to live, but he did. Still, he couldn’t think about his own needs. He was a full-time parent now with Lorenzo, Venetia, and Jasiah in his custody. He couldn’t allow Poison to know about them, especially if there was chance he’d recognize them as his own flesh and blood! If the truth came out, then what? Would he kidnap them too from him or worse…murder them in cold blood!? Frank couldn’t bring himself to consider that scenario, instead he focused on trying to figure out a game plan that would protect his children from being discovered. Lorenzo and Venetia slept through the night fine, but Jasiah rarely refused to stay down. What if tonight was one of those rare nights? Mentally, Frank ordered himself to panic and think of what he could do. He couldn’t kill Poison, hell much less hit him! Physical violence was completely out of the question.
And then it hit him.
The only reason Poison was here was to do what he was doing to him right now, sex! If Frank let him have his way, he might just leave afterwards. That was a wonderful plan! Unless of course the idea was only planted there by some lingering pregnancy hormones that was making him think this way…that wasn’t possible, right?
Tonight, his parents had stopped by their favorite diner to meet with visiting relative from his father’s side of the family. Frank had already greeted them earlier that week and didn’t wish to leave his children with a babysitter tonight while he went to visit family. Babysitter…that word made his heart jump every damn time and haunted his dreams every single night. It was crazy that it’s been a whole year and 5 months since he’s seen Gerard, and yet every once in a while, when Frank was alone he’d find himself thinking of him, wondering about the ‘what ifs’ on their short relationship. His first boyfriend, and only boyfriend thus far, was there and gone in the blink of an eye. Something so intense, beautiful, and mesmerizing was snuffed out like it was nothing but a flame burning on a small candle.
With a sigh, Frank forced himself to shake his head of those memories as he placed the dishes in the dishwater before turning it on. If he thought too long about Gerard he might start crying and he had done just enough of that in the past year and five months. Reaching out for the disinfectant wipes, Frank began wiping down the counters while turning his mind to other things, like the new house his parents were building for him. Frank had to admit he was insanely spoiled by his parents, mainly his mother, but it wasn’t as if it was by choice! He didn’t ask them to build him a house or by him a brand-new car and van as well as full furniture sets and everything you’d need within a new house. Hell, he never told them to pay all of his bills while he was living in that expensive community temporarily, but they just did anyway.
Frank was reminiscing on the numerous times his parents stepped in without permission and took over his life when he heard the back door open behind him. Hazel eyes widened in alarm that someone was entering the house through the BACK door and not the FRONT…which meant only one thing. “OH FUCK!” Frank didn’t turn around until he had lunged for the knife block and unsheathed the largest knife there. Only then did he spin around with a pounding fearful heart to face the intruder that he hoped was maybe one of his cousins coming to visit him in the dead of night. In an instant, his heart stopped beating, and the blood rushed from his body, leaving him pale of any color. Frank’s lips parted to let out the tiniest of gasp as he stumbled backwards until he hit the counter, but still he kept the knife pointing towards the intruder that was trespassing in his parent’s home. His hazel eyes were wide in shock at the familiar figure and even glazed over with tears because this meeting had truly been a long time coming. Still, Frank had changed dramatically since they last met, so there was no way he’d be recognizable after all this time!
But Poison did recognize him. How could he not when the past year and 5 months he’s been aching to consume him again. That’s right, every 12,240 hours, 734,400 minutes, and god knows how many seconds of Poison’s life was obsessing over Frank Iero. And now the kid was finally back from who knows where! It was question Poison needed the answer to and would get the answer to one way or another, but all he could do right now was stare at the treasure he thought he’d lost forever.
Softly closing the back door behind him, Poison looked Frank over through his Killjoy mask, taking his time. Frank was 17 years old now and was a long way from how he looked before. He had gotten a bit taller but was still considered short and had filled out only a little with muscle. Along with his nose ring he now had a lip ring on his bottom lip looped on the left. His hair was cut much shorter tha before and dyed black from the top of his head all the way down to the back almost like a mohawk except for the left and right side that was bleached blonde and cut even shorter. He has enough length for a fringe that fell over his right eye and made him look even more sexy if that was even humanly possible. Wearing a short sleeve black shirt, Poison was also able to spot some new ink like the black and red nautical stars mixed with black bats, and tiny black stars on the inner part of his left forearm, and a Black Flag’s logo above the inner part of his elbow. On his wrist was a black rose with guns, and ‘I’m sorry’ written across his wrist. On his upper arm there was a tiny random bomb. On his right forearm was a tattoo of a cobra, and a broken heart around his wrist with another tattoo that read ‘I Wish I Were A Ghost, around his wrist. Below that quote were Frankenstein stitches.
Poison tilted his head, wondering what other tattoos he could be hiding beneath his clothes. When his eyes lifted to Frank’s he could see that the young man was panting out of fear but was trying to appear strong. Poison knew better than that…in fact, he should have also known better than to think he could walk into this house to face Frank with an impenetrable heart. As tough as Poison like to think he is, he was too weak to stand before this boy and not fall head over heels in love with him again.
Yeah, it was love, the realest he ever felt in his life. He’d been fighting it for so long it took Frank’s disappearance to finally see his feelings for him for what they truly were, love in its purest form. Poison was exhausted from running from Frank all the time, of trying to resist the power he had over him, of trying to walk around and pretend that he didn’t live and breathe for him now that he’s had a taste of him! And so after a full year of locking himself a way in his room ignoring every since one of his brother’s orders, Poison has resurfaced, and this time, he came to Frank as both Gerard and Poison in mental unity.
Frank hesitated on attacking Poison and claimed complete and utter denial by pretending he didn’t know why. He should kill him this time there was no doubt about that. He should end Poison’s life this time and make the nightmare end once and for all…but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. After all this time, after all that’s been done to him, Frank still couldn’t turn his back on this man! His excuse this time was because he didn’t want Poison to hurt his children that were sleeping upstairs, but his heart told him otherwise. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Frank gripped the handle of the kitchen knife with sweaty trembling hands and barked out an order that sounded both weak and pathetic. “G-Get out of here, or…o-or I’ll call the police! I-I meant it this time!”
Calling his lie, Poison quickly strode over to Frank in a fearless pace and expertly took the knife right out of his hand by grabbing his wrist, tugging the knife from his hold and sheathed it back into the knife block all in a graceful motion.
Just like that Frank Iero was disarmed and was now under the watchful and possessive gaze of his kidnapper. Reigning back his tears, Frank’s face scrunched up adorably as he whispered to his kidnapper in a shaky voice, his hazel eyes not being able to tear away from the tall man dressed all in black with long vibrant cherry red hair that touched his shoulders. “W-Why...why are y-you here?” A tear spilled from his eyes and slid down his soft cheek. “What more c-can you possibly want from me!?”
Poison doesn’t answer, not right away at least. Instead, he directs the young man without his knowledge to the couch in the living room by walking towards him, attempting to close the gap between them. Frank kept moving, unaware of where he was being led to and only knowing he couldn’t let Poison touch him again. If he does, he’d be lost to him once more, he was certain of it! It’s been so long, and Frank’s sexual needs had been neglected for even longer.
Frank let out a gasp when his knees met with couch and he fell back onto it, his hazel eyes refusing to leave Poison who loomed over him like a great lord gazing over his beloved concubine. Being this close, it was impossible to deny the look in Poison’s light brown eyes that were repeatedly trailing up and down over his body. He was looking at Frank like he was a delicious dessert ready to be savored. Now, Frank knew why Poison had sought him out tonight. It was the same exact reason he kidnapped him in the first place. “W-Wait…no, wait!”
Ignoring the small hand reaching out to halt him, Poison leaned down to grab ahold of Frank’s shoulder and gently guided him down onto his back on the couch, their eyes never separating. Then, once he’s positioned comfortably, Poison lowered himself on top of him without a sound except for the creak of the couch beneath them and Frank’s fast panic breathing.
“Please, don’t do this again!” Frank cried out, more tears falling from the outer corners of his eyes and trailing into his hair. His hands came up to grip onto Poison’s shoulder, neither pushing nor pulling. “I’m begging you, P-”
Hushing his rejections with a kiss, Poison closed his eyes and swallowed both his and Frank’s soft moan of pleasure. He took advantage of Frank’s parted lips by ravishing his small delicious mouth like it’s was a banquet feast. Slipping his hands into Frank’s hair, he imprisoned his head still and took his fill of his mouth without any softness, only selfish greed.
Frank could feel the hardness of Poison’s erection pressing against his leg. It hadn’t erected there when he lowered his body over his own. No, it had already been raging long before. Trying to resist this man was all but futile. He didn’t want to tilt his head up to surrender his lips to this man, but he did. He didn’t want to pull on his shirt for more, but he did. He didn’t want to need him more than he needed to live, but he did. Still, he couldn’t think about his own needs. He was a full-time parent now with Lorenzo, Venetia, and Jasiah in his custody. He couldn’t allow Poison to know about them, especially if there was chance he’d recognize them as his own flesh and blood! If the truth came out, then what? Would he kidnap them too from him or worse…murder them in cold blood!? Frank couldn’t bring himself to consider that scenario, instead he focused on trying to figure out a game plan that would protect his children from being discovered. Lorenzo and Venetia slept through the night fine, but Jasiah rarely refused to stay down. What if tonight was one of those rare nights? Mentally, Frank ordered himself to panic and think of what he could do. He couldn’t kill Poison, hell much less hit him! Physical violence was completely out of the question.
And then it hit him.
The only reason Poison was here was to do what he was doing to him right now, sex! If Frank let him have his way, he might just leave afterwards. That was a wonderful plan! Unless of course the idea was only planted there by some lingering pregnancy hormones that was making him think this way…that wasn’t possible, right?