(This one's kinda weird...)

"Fuck you! Why won't you just let me be happy! I wouldn't be so fucking depressed if you guys actually gave a shit about me but all you want is to drink yourselves to death and ignore your son! I fucking raised myself because you couldn't give two shits about me!" I screamed as I ran out the door of the house. I tapped my thighs and jacket, I had my cigarettes, check, lighter, check, phone, check, and flashlight, check. "You fucking ungrateful faggot! Get your ass back here!" I heard my dad yell from the doorway.

I started running down the road to the nearby graveyard where I go to get away from my parents. It's always so peaceful there, a stark contrast to my home. Once the tall iron gates cane into view I slowed down and caught my breath. I walked down the pathway next to the fence and found the familiar stone door. I clicked on my flashlight and pushed open the door to the graveyard.

I climbed through the small opening and dropped about 6 feet and landed on my feet, but fell onto my ass. "Ow" I said out loud. I walked to the familiar tree near the back fence and sat against it and lit a cigarette. I put the poison stick between my lips and blocked the wind with my hand as I clicked the flame to life. The warm smoke filled my lungs and I let it out.

I sighed and let my head fall back against the tree and put my feet up on a grave stone. It was mid August and school was starting soon. My parents had another drunken fight and when I came downstairs they started yelling at me for being an 'emo faggot', so I left.

I felt a cold wind blow through me and I looked around. I jumped when I looked to my left and saw a transparent, red tinted figure next to me. I stood up and before I could scream, it was in front of me with its hand over my mouth.

"Shh, good little boys don't scream," He said with a smirk.

"What are you? Wh-who are you? What is going on?" I gasped out as he removed his hand.

"I, am the one and only, fantastic Gerard Way. Yes, I'm dead, you could say I'm a ghost of sorts. You had your feet on my tombstone, and you are fucking hot as hell so I decided I'd come out to play," the ghost, Gerard, said, still smirking and it was making me want to slap it off his face, or fuck him so hard he couldn't do anything but scream... fuck I'm turned on by a ghost.

He placed his index finger on my jawline and slowly walked around me, moving his finger in a straight line around my head. "My, my, my, aren't you beautiful," he said. I noticed him leaning in to whisper in my ear and I felt his hot breath against my skin. "I would love to let you tear me apart, and I'm sure you could," he slid his hand down my chest and down to my jeans before continuing, "and I know you want to."

I moaned softly as he nibbled on my ear. "Y-yes, please, let me wreck you, o-oh god," I moaned out as he moved his hand down and palmed me through my jeans. "What's your name? I want to know what to scream," he whispered in my ear and I moaned again.

"F-Frank, Frank Iero, fuck let me fuck you," I moaned louder as his actions became tougher. I reached down and grabbed his wrist and pulled it away before grabbing his hips and pulling him against me, grinding against him. He let out a shaky moan and quickly undid my belt. "How old are you?" I asked shakily. Yes, I was thinking about age during this, don't question me.

"I killed myself when I was 17, so we'll go with that but I'm ok now I just want to continue, please," He half moaned the end part of that sentence as he began to pull down my pants.

"W-wait, somewhere private please," I said as I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an empty mausoleum. It seemed that at one point a homeless person was sleeping in here due to there being a blanket on the ground so I quickly grabbed it, shook it out, and laid down on top of it.

I pulled him down on top of me and he continued to undress me. I leaned up and kissed him passionately, he tasted sweet, and slightly like coffee and cigarettes, I wonder if that's what he tasted like when he was alive. He moaned into the kiss and we only pulled away to take off our shirts. Once we were both in our boxers we pulled away and he straddled my waist and started grinding on my hard on. I moaned loudly and gripped the soft flesh on his hips so hard it would have left bruises.

"Wanna-oh god-wanna ride you," Gerard gasped out, his black hair sticking to his forehead slightly. I nodded and pulled down my boxers while he did the same, letting the warm air hit our hard-ons.

"Prep?" I asked. He chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm a fucking ghost, I don't feel pain, only pleasure," was all he said before he lined me up and sank down slowly, a loud, drawn out moan leaving his lips. "Fuck, you're big," he moaned out.

"How the fuck are you so tight?!" I moaned loudly as he began bouncing on my lap. He lifted all the way up slowly until I was almost pulled out, and slammed back down onto my lap, we both nearly screamed from pleasure. He arched his back put his hands on my shoulders, moving at an almost inhuman speed against me.

He pulled his hands back after a few minutes and leaned back, putting his hands on my thighs and leaned back, arching his back with his head back as he screamed out from pleasure. I assumed he had hit his prostate so with all my might I grabbed his hips and each time his hips went down I slammed mine up.

He was so out of it that there was drool coming from the corners of his mouth and his eyes were only half open with tears coming out of them. The sounds coming out of his mouth sounded like many small connected moans until it sounded like just a slur of noise in the back of his throat.

I reached down from his hips and started jerking him off in time with my thrusts, causing him to scream out again. "I'm close, Gee," I moaned.

"Me too, oh god, fuck, Frank, your so big-" He was cut off by a loud scream as he came all over my fist and I came inside him. He collapsed on top of me and I pulled out. He groaned at the feeling of my cum dripping down his thigh and cuddled against me.

"That was-"

"Weirdly amazing, I'm glad my parents fought today," I said as I cut him off. I moved him next to me and held him tightly. He was so adorable like this, his hair still stuck to his forehead and he was still covered in sweat but he looked so peaceful and happy. It made me wonder why he ever killed himself.

"Hey Gee? Why did you kill yourself?" I asked shakily. I didn't want him to get mad even though I knew I'd probably never see him again.

"I had a really hard life, to be honest it was mostly accidental, I just cut but I cut to deep and I didn't tell anyone and one time it was too late and I bled out. I'm not even sure if I wanted to die but I did and it's easier this way I guess but I still with I could see my brother and mom, I've accepted it though. I died a year and almost a half ago. I would be at college right now. I wish I stayed alive but I died and there's nothing I can do now," he said, he sounded close to tears towards the end so I just hugged him tighter and ran my fingers through his hair.

"It'll be ok. You're ok. Will I ever see you again?" I asked.

"I've actually seen you before today, I just had to get the confidence to talk to you, so yeah, probably. If you come back I'll come out again. That is if you can still see me, cause most people can't."

"Then I will come back whenever I can. You seem amazing Gerard. I want to know you, I want to love you."

"I want to love you too, Frankie."