Gerard Way wasn't one for love. Love sucked. Love gets you hurt; it can even get you killed.

Falling in love will kill you.

It's unhealthy, in Gerard's mind. It'll make you do crazy things, it'll make you vulnerable. Love isn't something for Gerard. He tells himself he'll never, ever fall in love with somebody.

Because Gerard Way wasn't one for love.

He tucked Frank into bed, surprised he hasn't woken up yet. It's not like he punched him that hard. The twenty-four year old made sure at least one of Frank's wrists was handcuffed to the bedpost before he set up a chair next to the bed, and walked upstairs.

It was about thirty minutes later when Gerard heard yells and screams coming from the basement.

"My bitch is awake." He smirked himself and walked downstairs. Frank immediately shut up once Gerard was in sight.

"Wha- what do y- you want from- from me?" Frank sobbed, pulling on the handcuffs his one hand was trapped in. Gerard tilted his head to the side and frowned.

"What do I want from you?" The twenty-four year old and Frank continued to sob, nodding. "I don't think I was the one waiting on my doorstep not too long ago..."

"Please! L- Let m- me go..." The younger boy begged and Gerard smirked, sitting on the chair next to the dirty bed.

"No." The black haired man whispered in the younger boy's ear and Frank kicked his feet, thinking that would help him. Gerard sat up and looked down at Frank with a stern expression. "That's not gonna get you anywhere."

"I'll do- I'll do a- anything! J- Just plea- please..."

Gerard smirked, remembering the man before who begged like that, and walked upstairs. Frank continued to kick, scream, and whine as he locked the basement door and made himself a grilled cheese sandwich.

After his sandwich, he filled a glass with water and walked downstairs, grateful that Frank has quieted down. He saw him sitting on the bed, looking down with his free hand in his lap. But Frank immediately looked up once he heard Gerard come closer.

The younger boy's eyes widened as he tried to move back away from the older man.

Gerard sighed in annoyance and shook his head.

"Stop." Was all the twenty-four year old said, and Frank instantly stopped. "Good boy."

"'M not a good boy..." Frank mumbled and Gerard raised his eyes as he sat down next to him, handing him the glass of water.

"Oh, you're not? So what are you?" Gerard leaned closer to Frank. "Are you a bad boy?"

"L- Leave me a- alone, please..." The younger boy looked up from his glass of water.

The black haired man sat back, with his arms folded over his chest and smirked.

"Why would I wanna do that?" Gerard asked as Frank finished his water.

"C- Can I get- get something to- to eat? Please?"

Gerard pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

"Are you allergic to anything?"

Frank was surprised this man even asked him if he was... Why would Gerard care? Wasn't he going to kill him anyways?

Frank shook his head.

"I'm- I'm vegetarian, though..."

Gerard smiled and stood up, grabbing the glass from Frank.

"One salad for Mr. Iero."

"Wait- how- how do you know...?"

"Your last name?"

Frank hesitantly nodded.

"I know things."

He then walked upstairs to make the young boy's salad.

Gerard only knew Frank's last name because of the flyer he took when he went out that one day. He could've found out his last name a harder way, but why do that when you already have the resource?

He put the washed lettuce on a paper plate, with chopped up carrots and green peppers. Gerard didn't want to give the young boy a plastic or glass plate incase he tried to do anything with it. The older man reluctantly gave Frank a plastic fork, too.

He walked back downstairs and gave the boy his food.

"Th- thank you..."

Gerard sat next to Frank and simply watched him. A few minutes later, he finished his food.

"You were hungry." Gerard pointed out and Frank just nodded, looking at the older man with pleading eyes. "What?"

"C- Can I h- have more, p- please?"

Gerard sighed and sat back in his chair, looking at Frank for a few moments before he stood up.

"What do you want to have?" He asked and Frank weakly shrugged. "You're gonna have to use your words and tell me, Frank."

"Do- do you h- have-"

"Without stuttering." Gerard folded his arms over his chest.

"Um... A- a sandwich?"

The older man grinned. It wasn't a creepy grin, though. No, it was a genuine grin. He was...

Happy?

Proud?

This boy in front of him hardly stuttered when he told him to stop. Should he have been proud of Frank?

Of course not. Gerard doesn't get proud of others besides of himself.

But why does he feel proud of this kid? He doesn't know. Maybe he just wants a friend...?

No, that's absurd.

Gerard Way doesn't do friends.

He frowned.

Why can't he do friends?

"I'm gonna kill you soon, I hope you know that, kid." Gerard told Frank, taking the plate and walked upstairs, leaving the short boy shaking with wide eyes.

Once he got upstairs, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, sliding down to his ass, squeezing his eyes shut.

Gerard threw the plate and ran a hand through his black hair.

"Why can't I have a friend?" He quietly asked himself.

He could faintly hear Frank soft cries coming from the basement, and to be true with you...

Gerard felt guilty.

He felt terribly guilty.

He doesn't feel guilty for kidnapping him though. That was his plan, but he felt bad for scaring him.

Gerard sighed and stood up, slowly opening the door, and quietly walking down to Frank.

"Frank...?" He quietly asked and the cries from the young boy grew louder.

"N- No, p- plea- please don't h- hurt me."

"I'm not- I'm not gonna hurt you, Frankie." Gerard sat on the edge of the bed, making Frank wince in fear. "I'm not going to."

"B- But-"

"Unless you want me to..." Gerard raised his eyebrows.

"N- No, d- don't... Pl- please..."

"Okay..." The older man softly said, making Frank look at him with a surprised face.

"You- you're not gonna h- hurt me?" The short boy asked and bit his lip.

"Well... No, not unless you want me to hurt you."

"W- Why would I- I want- want you to hurt m- me?"

Gerard smirked and kissed the top of Frank's head, surprised he didn't pull away or try to hit him with his free hand.

"It's too early for me to do the things I want to do to you, Frankie..."

Why did he say that? Gerard doesn't know.

Leave him be.

"Wh- what?" Frank asked and Gerard shook his head.

"Get some sleep, Frankie. I'll bring you some food in about in hour. How does that sound?" Gerard asked and the younger boy, who just slowly nodded and laid down.

Gerard pulled the blanket over Frank before he walked back upstairs, and locked the door.

Does he like Frank?

Maybe...

Yes.

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(A/n-

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Xoxo Zero