When Gerard looked at his life, he looked at the good things, the amazing things such as Frank and his brother and the house he lived in. He's not a material person, but he was grateful for everything he had. But there were times he looked at his life and saw the bad, the drugs rings, the violence, the betrayals. Sometimes it terrified him, worrying about Frank all the time and wondering if he'll even make it back alive some nights. Frank tried to keep him out of business, but that was difficult when Ray would bring a rat straight to the front door, or when he had to meet new clients.

But Gerard loved Frank, exactly how he was. He wouldn't change Frankie for anything, he married him for a reason and the reason was that he loved him. And yes, Frankie's work terrified him, but the part where Frank had to kill other people wasn't what terrified him. It was that at any moment, anything could happen.

Gerard was brought out of his thoughts by the door slamming and Frank shouting angrily into his work phone, "...then find him, Toro! And when you do, tell him I want my money within 24 hours or he won't like what's coming to him."

Frank didn't come into the living room first, instead, Gerard could hear him walk over to their bar and pour himself a drink, whiskey probably. Once he entered with, Gerard had guessed correctly, his Whiskey and Gerard's coca-cola, he was quiet and had a stern look on his face. Gerard knew that face, it was the face he made when he hadn't had a good day and didn't want to talk, so Gerard kept quiet and took his drink wordlessly.

Frank took his time taking out two cigarettes from his jacket pocket, the expensive kind he usually kept for special occasions or when it had been an awfully shitty day and tossed one over to Gerard. Gerard watched carefully as Frank unwrapped his cigarette and lit it up, breathing in the toxic smoke and closing his eyes

Frank had noticed that Gerard hadn't moved since he picked up the cigarette and opened his eyes, "you put it in your mouth and suck," at any other time, this would have been a double entendre but right now, Frank was just agitated.

"I know," Gerard said, and immediately regretted it because Frank hated when Gerard talked back.

"Then put it in your mouth and shut the fuck up," Gerard followed his instructions, staying quiet after. He knew that Frank wasn't actually mad at him, he was used to being yelled at a lot worse than this when Frank was mad and usually, he would just shout back because he wasn't scared of Frank. A lot of the time, he wouldn't take shit from Frank unless it was in the bedroom but this wasn't one of those times. He wasn't in the mood to fight today and he could tell neither was Frank.

When he finished the cigarette, putting it out in the crystal bowl, Gerard picked up his sketchbook he had been sketching in before Frank arrived and continued drawing the new character he had created for his comic. Gerard always got so immersed in drawing that sometimes he didn't hear when people were calling him, which is why it took Frank three tries to get his attention. Gerard's head snapped up when he finally registered Frank shouting his name the first time.

"I asked you a question, Gerard," Frank said, his face stoic.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," Gerard admitted because he couldn't lie to Frank.

"I asked what are you drawing?" He asked, watching Gerard intensely.

"It's a new character for Killjoys. His name is Fun Ghoul," Gerard said, handing over his sketchbook to Frank. "He's modelled after you."

"He has long hair," Frank said which, yes, Gerard had drawn him with long hair rather than the short, styled hair Frank usually wore.

"I know, I've told you before I think you would look good with long hair. Not that you don't look good like this, I just thought it would be interesting. You don't like it, do you? I could change it-"

"Gerard, it's incredible. Everything you draw is incredible," Frank said, standing up from his place on the couch across from Gerard and striding over to Gerard. Instead of handing him his sketchbook, he placed it onto the cushion next to him and hauled Gerard up from the back of his head and kissed him roughly, a mess of tongue and teeth. It sent shivers through Gerard and he brought his hands up to grip at Frank's waist. The moment was over too soon when Frank's work phone rang and Frank cursed, pulling away but keeping his hand in Gerard's hair.

" Merda*," He said before picking up the phone. "What the fuck do you want Toro?"

*'Shit'

Gerard could faintly hear Ray's voice on the other line, "he said he's not giving up the money, not now not in 24 hours. I have Mikey and Ava tying him up as we speak. What should I do?"

"The fucker doesn't have anything to lose, just shake him down and if he doesn't pay up, you know what to do. Let Ava do it, it's her favourite thing to do. Don't fucking call me again."

Frank hung up again and stared into Gerard's eyes fiercely. "Now, where were we,cara mia*?" He pulled Gerard flush against his chest, his breath hot on Gerard's face. This time he kissed him gently, a stark contrast to how he was holding him; one hand clutched at the back of his head and the other gripping his hip.

*'my darling'

"Cosa vuole da me, bambino*?" Gerard had heard that line enough to know what it meant and anything Frank said in Italian made him weak. "Don't go shy on me now, Gee. I asked you a question."

*'What do you want from me, baby?'

"Je veux que tu me baises*." Gerard was shy, at least before they had sex he was, and it was easier to speak French than English sometimes.

*'I want you to fuck me'

"English Gerard," Frank said, gripping Gerard's hair even tighter which caused him to whimper slightly. Gerard hated when Frank made him do that, speak in English when he could understand French perfectly well. "Say it, Gerard. Or you get nothing."

"I-I want you to fuck me," Gerard stuttered out, whimpering again when Frank pulled even tighter. "Please, sir."

"Now was that so hard?" Frank asked and gave him another kiss, chastely. "Bedroom, be naked by the time I get up there and I will know if you touch yourself. Got it?"

"Yes sir," Gerard said and Frank let go. Gerard made his way up the large staircase and past the vast windows until he reached the master bedroom, the only room apart from their shared bathroom on the west wing of the second floor. Frank's job came with a lot of money and with that money came the house, the immense three-story house with an imperial staircase. Gerard had marvelled at the house when Frank bought it, he thought it was too big while Frank thought it was perfect.

When Gerard finally reached the bedroom he stripped quickly, the tight jeans he was wearing bordering painful. He wasn't sure how Frank wanted him, spread out on the bed, or stood waiting for him so he opted for his usual position, on his knees on the bed. He was uncomfortably hard; he had been since Frank had touched him and it was very difficult for him not to touch himself, just one stroke. But Frank would know, he always knew so he concentrated on not doing that.

It was another 10 painful minutes until Gerard heard Frank's footsteps and the door opened. Frank watched him for a moment before strutting over to Gerard, hooking a finger under Gerard's chin to force him to look at him.

"Did you touch yourself?" Frank asked and Gerard answered truthfully. "Good boy. What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck my face, sir," Gerard answered, hesitantly. Frank smirked and pulled Gerard down onto the floor harshly, unzipping his pants and pulling them down halfway past his thighs.

"May I?" Gerard asked, reaching out a hand and continued when Frank nodded. Gerard wasted no time, knowing Frank didn't like to be teased after a day like this and pulled out Frank's cock from the constraints of his boxers. He gripped the base, placing the tip in his mouth and then placing both of his hands behind his back and looked up at Frank to say 'go' . When Frank did, he grabbed Gerard's hair tightly once again and started thrusting at full force. Gerard was used to the feeling of Frank's cock in his mouth as it had been an almost daily occurrence for the past 5 years.

Frank set a rapid pace, his cock gliding in and out of Gerard's throat smoothly. Tears were starting to form in Gerard's eyes, but he ignored it and moved his tongue in the way he knew Frank loved, hollowing his cheeks to create a tight, wet heat for Frank.

"So good for me, vita mia*, always so good," Frank murmured, his hands now cradling Gerard's face. He pulled out in one fluid motion, his cock red and shiny from Gerard's mouth. "I want to fuck you."

*'my life'

"Fuck, please sir," Gerard answered, his voice rough and fucked out.

"Bed, face down," Frank said and Gerard nodded, making his way to the bed and laying down, ass in the air. Frank didn't make much noise as he grabbed the lube and removed his shirt, all Gerard heard was the cap opening, a quiet rustling and then a finger prodding at his opening. He shivered once he felt it, the cold of the lube making goosebumps crawl across his skin.

"You don't come unless I tell you to, got that?" Frank asked, and circled his finger.

"Yes, sir," Gerard answered the words like second nature to him. Frank simply replied with a "good," and pushed his finger in, there was little resistance and Gerard breathed out a breathy moan.

"Keep making those pretty little noises for me, mio amato*," Frank said, adding a second finger which made Gerard push back, eager for more until Frank placed a heavy hand on the small of his back to stop him. Gerard moaned louder this time, pressing his face into the soft pillow.

*'my love'

"Please, Frankie, want your cock," Gerard muttered, needing more than just fingers. He groaned loudly when Frank slapped his ass, hard and stinging and making the pain go straight to his cock.

"What do you say?" Frank asked, stilling his fingers.

"Please, S-sir!" Gerard sobbed, his dick aching.

"That's right," Frank said and pulled his fingers out completely, making Gerard whine in frustration. But then he heard the cap of the lube opening once again and held his breath as Frank's cock pressed at his entrance. "How do you want it, bambino?"

"Hard and fast, S-sir, please," Gerard begged and choked on his own breath as Frank slid in fluidly. Frank waited a few seconds for Gerard to get used to his dick and then started in full force. He kept a steady but quick force which drew out moans and whimpers from Gerard. Frank pulled at Gerard's knees, making him fall flat on the bed and draped himself over him, biting at Gerard's neck as the angle changed and hit Gerard's spot, making him scream out in pleasure.

"Just like that, bellissimo*," Frank breathed in Gerard's ear. Gerard turned his head toward Frank and was met with a hand flying to his throat and a tongue in his mouth. They were mostly breathing into each other's mouth as Gerard let out the dirtiest moans, but it was perfect.

*beautiful'

Suddenly, Frank pulled out and flipped Gerard over, pushing back into him before he could complain. He was fucking into him relentlessly and Gerard wrapped his legs around Frank's waist, unable to speak.

"Do you want to come, baby?" Frank asked once he could tell Gerard was close and Gerard nodded furiously.

"Yes sir, please t-touch me," He begged, his cock hadn't been touched since the night before and he was desperate. Frank kissed Gerard's nipple and moved his hand, ever so slowly, to Gerard's cock. He instantly gripped it once he reached and Gerard groaned loudly, his mouth hanging open.

"Come for me, Gee," Frank said as he pumped Gerard's cock, dry but perfect anyway. Gerard came quickly with a grunt, the white substance dripping onto his stomach. Frank came instantly after, his hot come coating Gerard's walls.

They both lay there for a few moments, panting and catching their breaths until Frank pulled out, making them both gasp, and made his way to the bathroom. He came back seconds later with a warm, wet towel to clean Gerard off with. Once he was done, he threw the cloth wherever and tucked the both of them into the sheets. Gerard instantly wrapped himself around Frank, resting his head on Frank's chest.

"Je t'aime, Frankie," Gerard said his voice sleepy and rough but happy.

"Ti amo, Gerard," Frank replied, allowing his lover to peacefully fall asleep curled up around his body.