Gerard woke up at ten o'clock on a Friday morning. He lazily got out of bed, only wearing his boxers. He then looked down at the tent in his boxers and bit his lip.

"It'll go away..." The black haired man mumbled to himself. He walked out of his room and went to the bathroom, taking care of his business.

After he finished brushing his teeth, he walked downstairs, still wearing only his boxers. Once he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw Frank laying there, sleeping. Gerard walked closer to the small boy and bit his lip. He sighed quietly before he turned back around and started walking back upstairs. He left the door open and started making breakfast.

Just because he's a coldblooded serial killer doesn't mean he doesn't know how to cook.

His younger brother actually was the one to teach him when they were younger. Mikey was the cook while Gerard was the artist, and both of them were musicians, too. Once they got older, Gerard quit drawing and singing, and instead, moved onto other things.

Gerard got a lot more stubborn and shit went down with him and his family, so they don't contact him anymore. Not even to say happy birthday or merry Christmas or anything. However... The Way family does send him money every month to pay for everything since their eldest son is too stubborn to go to work. Gerard doesn't mind, though. He never liked his family.

Well...

He never like his parents. Gerard just tells himself he doesn't like Mikey to make him feel better.

To be completely honest, Gerard misses Mikey like hell. But he doesn't tell himself that.

After he was done make French toast, he put three pieces of the bread on a plate and put some powdered sugar on it too. Gerard poured some milk in a glass and walked downstairs, carefully holding onto the food and drink.

Frank was already awake when Gerard set the plate and glass on a table next to the bed.

"Good morning." Gerard said quietly and Frank nodded, sitting up.

"Morning..."

"Sleep well?" He asked, sitting down on the chair. Frank nodded and took a small bite of the toast.

"I don't know your name..." Frank said and Gerard bit his lip.

"I never did tell you my name, did I?"

Frank shook his head and Gerard nodded.

"It's Daddy."

The younger boy nearly choked on his food and looked at Gerard with a small blush on his cheeks. Gerard looked at Frank with a serious face.

"What?" The elder men asked.

"You- You're not serious?"

"Of course I am. Daddy isn't my birth name, but it's the name you'll be screaming later."

Frank's eyes widened, as he grew hot. He sipped on the milk, not looking at Gerard.

"I'm kidding." Gerard stated. "It's the name you'll be screaming soon."

Frank tried not to smile. He tried his best. But his best wasn't enough because Gerard saw a little smile form on the younger boy's lips.

Frank ate his breakfast in silence. The silence wasn't all that awkward, though.

"Aren't you cold?" The younger boy asked once we finished with his food, looking at Gerard with a small blush since the black haired man was only in boxers. The elder man shook his head and smiled a little.

"Just because my heart is cold doesn't mean I'm physically cold."

Frank nodded slowly and looked down at his lap.

"Do you want more?" Gerard asked, standing up with Frank's plate.

"No, thank you."

The twenty-four year old nodded and turned around to walk upstairs.

"Wait!" Frank called out and the other man turned back around with his eyebrows raised. "C-Can I... Can I d-do something?"

Gerard furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head.

"Like..." Frank sighed quietly. "I get bored down here..."

Gerard licked his lips and pursed them, nodding slowly.

"I don't know if I can trust you yet." The black haired man stated and walked back upstairs.

Frank let out a loud whine and kicked his legs.

"Let me out!" He screamed. "I wanna go home!"

Gerard quietly closed to basement door and threw the paper plate away, ignoring Frank's yells.

"Let me go!" He yelled as Gerard walked to his room to get dressed for the day.

"You fucker! I hate you!" Frank yelled more and that's when Gerard had enough. After he buttoned his black jeans, he walked downstairs with a shirt.

He angrily walked up to Frank with his eyes narrowed. The younger boy didn't stop yelling.

"I'm not scared of you!" Frank yelled and Gerard sat, straddling the young boy's thighs. He put his hands in Frank's hair, pulling it back.

The black haired man narrowed his eyes more and said through gritted teeth, "You shut the fuck up before I make you scared of me."

The younger boy didn't budge. He only spit in Gerard's face, making the latter grow even more angry.

He pulled harder on Frank's hair, making the younger one let out a small whine.

What Gerard doesn't know, is that the whine Frank let out was both a whine of pain and pleasure.

The shorter boy was getting turned on.

Gerard was getting angry.

The two stared at each other for another moment before Gerard spoke.

"Will you be a good boy now?"

Frank shook his head and Gerard pulled his hair even more.

"Mm..." Frank moaned.

He moaned.

Gerard's eyes widened in both surprise and anger.

"You're getting turned on." He stated and the younger boy nodded. Gerard got off of Frank and moved back, sitting in front of him, but still on the bed.

"Wh-What are y-you doing?" The younger boy asked quietly.

"I'm not gonna be doing anything, young one."

Frank had a confused expression on his face, so Gerard elaborated more.

"You're gonna touch yourself."

The younger boy almost choked on his own saliva.

"Wh-What?"

"Did I fucking stutter?" Gerard snapped, making Frank moan to himself.

If he's honest, Frank loves when Gerard is like this. He knows it can get dangerous, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care if Gerard kills him. Frank has nothing to live for anymore. His parents took everything away from him; he's basically dead already. The only thing Frank really loves is his guitar and his dog.

His dog ran away and Frank's guitar is nearly busted up.

"What are you doing just sitting there, huh? Fucking touch yourself, you slut."

(Smut.. kinda)

Frank nodded rapidly and took off his boxers with his one hand, which was a small challenge. Soon the boxers were to his thighs and his dick was free.

Gerard licked his lips, keeping his eyes on Frank's face as the younger boy began stroking himself slowly. Frank had his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes trained on Gerard's.

"G-God..." Frank moaned quietly as his movements sped up. "Mmf..."

Gerard tried to keep a straight face and not moan, but little moans escaped his mouth as Frank threw his head back and moaned loudly.

"Fuck..." Frank groaned and ran his thumb over the tip. He looked back at Gerard with half lidded eyes and licked his lips. "Daddy... Please."

That's when the elder man let out a moan.

A loud one at that.

He hasn't had any sexual interactions with anyone in so long, yet here's this boy touching himself right in front of him. Gerard could have sex with him if he wanted to, even if the younger boy didn't want sex, but Gerard isn't one for rape. He's disgusted by the thought of it. This, what he's doing, isn't considered rape.

Is it?

No.

Frank got turned on without Gerard even trying to turn him on. Frank could've easily said no, and Gerard would've left it at that.

But here they are; the younger boy letting out long, lustful moans, and the elder trying not to come in his own pants.

"What is it, princess?"

"F-Feels so good, daddy."

"Yeah?"

Frank nodded and screamed quietly.

"Is kitten gonna come for daddy?"

Frank nodded again and licks his lips, panting.

"Come for daddy, baby boy."

Frank nodded once again and moaned, coming hard.

(Shitty smut is over)

Gerard quickly ran upstairs, getting paper towel, and ran back down.

"Here." He wiped up Frank's mess, biting his lip.

The younger boy had his back against the headboard with his eyes closed and his dick still out. Gerard pulled Frank's boxers back up and kissed his forehead.

"Get some rest, baby boy."

Frank nodded and laid down, curling up in the blankets. Gerard couldn't help but smile at the boy. He looked so beautiful with his hair like that and the way he was laying.

Gerard sort of wished they both met under different circumstances...

He shrugged it off and laid next to Frank under the blankets.

You can't change the past.

Gerard put his arm over Frank's waist, pulling him closer. He buried his face in the younger boy's hair and kissed his head.

Gerard is totally going soft for this boy.

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(a/n- wowow

sorry for the shitty smut and shitty chapter oh we ll

also this one seems shorter but again

oh we ll

Xoxo Zero