Gerard Way sat next to Frank Iero as the young boy ate his tuna sandwich.

"'S good." Frank commented and the older man nodded, thanking him quietly. He looked at Frank's cuffed hand and bit his lip, contemplating on taking it off. Gerard shook that thought away.

Not yet.

"W-What are y-you gonna do with m-me?" Frank suddenly asked, making Gerard furrow his eyebrows and shrug. "A-are you okay?"

"'M fine..." Gerard trailed off, not looking at the younger boy. Frank set the empty plate on the bed and put his free hand on his lap, looking down, waiting for Gerard to do whatever.

But nothing happened.

Gerard just looked at the boy with narrowed eyes, before he spoke.

"What are you doing to me?" He asked and Frank looked up, confusion written all over his face.

"What?"

"What are you doing to me?" Gerard repeated, anger laced in his voice.

He's going soft and it hasn't even been two weeks since he captured the boy.

It has only been a week and a half.

Frank shrunk back, not wanting to anger him more.

Suddenly, Gerard stood up, making the chair fall back. The shorter boy winced at the noise and looked up at Gerard with fearful eyes.

The older man sucked in a breath and took the plate, angrily walking upstairs. He slammed the door shut and locked it. As he threw the plate away, he could faintly hear Frank's soft cries coming from downstairs. Gerard bit his lip, thinking about going downstairs to apologize and comfort the small boy, but then he shook his head and his mind thought about something else.

He needed to kill again.

Luckily, it was almost dark so he could go out and do his business.

He got dressed into some different clothes; which only really consisted of black clothing and walked downstairs.

Everytime he went out, he told Frank. Even if he was just going to the store.

"I'm leaving." He said, standing on the last step.

"C-Can I go too?" Frank sat on his knees, begging.

Gerard raised his eyebrows and licked his lips, but shook his head.

"Please!" Frank pleaded. "I'm- I'm... I need to st-stand, please."

The black haired man shook his head once more and told him no.

"How about when I get back you take a shower, yeah?"

Frank nodded rapidly and sat back, still looking at Gerard with pleading eyes.

"What?" Gerard snapped.

"No-nothing..." The small boy looked away and Gerard sighed.

"I'll get you something." The older man said, making Frank smile. "Don't smile." Gerard joked, cracking a small- small- smile.

Frank's smile grew a little, and so did Gerard's. The two stared at each other for a moment before the twenty-four year old awkwardly coughed and looked to the floor.

"Wh-what are y-you going to g-get?"

Gerard shrugged.

"O-okay..." Frank whispered and looked away. "Well, wh-when are you go-going to get back?"

Gerard shrugged.

The younger boy sighed and nodded. "Okay..."

"I'll just... y'know- go."

Without looking back at Frank, Gerard ran up the stairs, gathered his things and headed out to his truck. After starting it, he drove off to find his next victim.

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Frank looked around and sighed.

Gerard never left him with something to do. He could at least let him go and force him to clean his house or something. Especially the basement.

The basement was as greasy and dirty as Gerard's hair.

He sighed once more and looked down at his lap.

Gerard really did have a dirty basement. There was dry blood on the floor, dry blood on the walls and basically everywhere.

Frank looked down at his pants and cringed. He really hoped Gerard has clean clothes for him.

He bit his lip and laid down to the best of his ability. He was thinking about asking Gerard to take off this damned cuff.

If he was going to put cuffs on him, he should be doing it under different, more pleasurable circumstances.

Frank smiled.

He loves the dirty remarks Gerard comes up with. He knows he shouldn't like it, but he does.

A lot.

Maybe he can use him with that kind of stuff and possibly escape?

Frank doesn't know, he's too exhausted to come up with a plan right now.

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Gerard walked downstairs with a satisfied smile on his face. He walked over to Frank and saw him sleeping. His smile slightly grew as he gently shook him awake, making Frank jump, shrieking quietly.

"O-oh... It's just y-you." Frank mumbled, rubbing his eye.

"Did you wanna shower now?"

Frank nodded rapidly and quickly sat on his knees. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple, cursing quietly. Gerard chuckled and bit his lip.

"Got up too fast?" He asked and Frank nodded.

"Just give me a minute..." A few moments later, Frank wasn't light-headed anymore and after five minutes, Gerard and him were in the bathroom together, awkwardly looking at each other. Gerard was holding onto Frank because apparently Frank couldn't stand by himself. His legs were too weak from laying for more than a week. Though, Gerard did let him go to the bathroom once a day.

"H-How am I gonna...?" Frank quietly asked and Gerard bit his lip, shrugging a little. "Are you gonna have to...?"

"I mean, I don't necessarily mind, but y'know," Gerard sighed, "you gotta do what you gotta do."

"Y-Yeah, o-okay..." Frank started taking off his shirt, but Gerard stopped him. "Wha-?"

"Sit here," Gerard quietly said, sitting him on the lid of the toilet seat. The twenty-four year old then turned on the shower, making sure it was warm. He then took off his own shirt and threw it to the side, ignoring Frank's staring eyes.

He was about to start undoing his pants when Frank stopped him.

"What?" Gerard snapped and Frank winced.

"I-I can sh-shower myself."

"Like hell. You can't even stand up by yourself." The older man rolled his eyes and Frank sighed in defeat. "C'mon, start getting undressed, we ain't got all night."

Frank took off his shirt, still sitting on the lid as Gerard took off his own pants, staying in his boxers. He held Frank's hand, helping him to his feet and helped undress Frank.

After a few moments, they both stood naked under the warm water. Frank's back was against Gerard's chest and the older man's arms were on the younger's waist, keeping him up.

Though Frank's legs were weak, he was able to hold himself up, but Gerard just didn't want to 'take the risk'. Frank shrugged it off, not wanting to anger him.

When Gerard saw Frank naked, he tried not to stare at the scars all over his thighs and stomach. He hadn't noticed the cuts on his arms until then, and he had to remind himself that he wasn't the one who inflicted those.

How could he? He never hurt the boy. Well, that first night he captured him, Gerard did punch him, but he had to.

He just had to.

Gerard wanted the boy, he truly did, and now he's finally realizing it as they both stand in the bath together, letting the water shower over them.

He poured some shampoo in Frank's hair and began massaging his head, making the small boy shiver and close his eyes. Frank hasn't showered in over a week, and right now, he doesn't care that a murder is cleaning him. Gerard then started cleaning Frank's body, noticing the blush that was spread across the young boy's face.

He smirked to himself and rinsed the boy off. After Gerard cleaned himself, he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel for Frank, lifting him out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his own waist, not bothering with his hair and dried off Frank.

"Will I have to wear these?" Frank quietly asked, motioning to his clothes.

"No..." Gerard whispered, shaking his head.

"O-Okay..." Frank put the towel around his waist and held onto Gerard as they walked to older man's room.

"You can wear these," he handed the small boy a pair of boxers, "and this." Gerard have Frank a large Metallica shirt.

Frank put on the underwear and smiled at the shirt.

"I love Metallica." He told Gerard.

"I do too," Gerard said, smiling a little as he put on his own pajamas. Gerard caught Frank rubbing the wrist that was cuffed and he instantly felt bad.

Gerard feeling bad?

Yes, that is in fact a thing.

He has to bring Frank back down there. Gerard can't have Frank not cuffed. He doesn't have enough of his trust just yet.

"I have to bring you back down there. You know that?" Gerard whispered sadly.

"Why?" Frank whispered back and Gerard sighed quietly.

"I have to."

Frank licked his lips and nodded.

"O-Okay..."

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Gerard made sure he changed the sheets on the bed with clean ones and put Frank to bed. This time, he cuffed the other hand and wrapped the other wrist in a bandage. He also made Frank some food, which he gladly took and devoured it in about five minutes. Soon enough, Frank was exhausted as fuck.

He laid down in the creaky bed and closed his eyes.

Gerard was sitting in the chair next to the bed, looking at him. He then pulled the big, comfy blanket over the small boy. Gerard bit his lip and leaned down, putting his lips on the boy's forehead, not quite kissing him, just touching him. He pulled away and looked down at him.

"Goodnight, Frankie." Gerard whispered.

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(a/n-

yo sorry it's been so long. i'll try and update sooner. i love you guys.)

Xoxo Zero