Request by @SYN0004. You wanted apocalypse, I hope this works. (The beginning bit is a little terrible)

I'll probably end up making a sequel since this is mostly just smut. So smut warning, btw.

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"We all know we won't come back tomorrow," Mikey reminded the group, looking out at us all. We nodded, glancing at each other in sorrow.

I looked at Frank, locking eyes with my love.

We knew.

"We should get some sleep," Ray suggested. "We've got a big day."

No one mentioned that it would be our last.

We followed Ray's suggestion, retreating to our various rooms.

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I sat on our bed, beside Frank, and leaned onto his shoulder with a sigh. His hand came up and brushed my hair back gently, wrapping his arm around me.

"I love you," I mumbled into his jacket.

"I love you too," he said, turning to kiss my head.

I hugged him around his waist and tightened my grip, melding his smaller body into mine. 

"I don't wanna lose you," I said quietly, fighting back the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

"You won't, baby," he said, pulling back enough to hold my chin and look me in the eyes. I noticed his own hazel ones shining a little. "You won't, okay? We'll be together forever."

He ran his thumb lightly along my jaw line, still staring into my eyes. I nodded, but couldn't stop the silent droplets from sliding down my face. Frank angled my head slightly, leaning in and brushing our lips together just barely.

"I promise," he whispered against my mouth, the air from his words ghosting over my lips. Then he closed the remaining gap, softly kissing me. My eyes fell shut as his hand moved from my jaw to my neck, slowly sliding up and tangling into my hair.

I  trailed both my hands up his sides, resting them on his shoulders and pulling him impossibly closer.

His lips moved gently against mine, familiar and magical at the same time.

After a few seconds he lightly brushed his tongue up against my mouth, tugging softly at my hair at the same time. I parted my lips slightly and sighed as he grazed my teeth with his tongue, slowly edging closer to my own.

I slid my hands up and down his biceps, craving his touch but loving the slow, sweet movements of our mouths.

I let out a soft moan as he met my tongue, pressing his own against it while still moving his lips in sync with mine.

I tightened my grip on his shoulder with my left hand, clutching the front of his jacket with my left as he continued to explore my mouth, the kiss slowly getting more and more heated.

He groaned as I tugged harder on his clothes, pulling myself practically into his lap to press my hips against his. He retaliated with more force, his hand sliding deeper into my hair and pulling harder while opening his mouth wider and dominating our kiss. He pushed forwards, laying me down gently under him as he pulled our bodies together.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling us together to feel him between my legs. He pulled his face away, looking into my eyes with blown out pupils.

The look in his eyes made me tip my head back and moan, rocking my hips against his. He took advantage of the newly exposed skin, latching his mouth onto my neck.

"Frank," I groaned, my eyes sliding closed as he put his tongue out against my neck, tracing invisible patterns with it.

I absentmindedly ran my hands through his clothes, slipping them inside his jacket, then under his shirt, eventually down over the button of his pants, flattening my hand and palming him through his jeans.

He moaned obscenely, pushing against my hand desperately.

He pulled his mouth off my neck, moving back up to hover over my face, propping his elbows on either side of my head.

We stared into each other's eyes breathing hard, letting the moment wash over us.

I lived for times like these, when the whole world floats away and it's just us, just Frank and I, his hands in my hair and his body on mine. I could never even begin to describe the amount of pure emotion I felt for him. Love couldn't even cut it, but it was the closest word in the English language to describing what we had.

"I love you," I breathed, brushing my words across his lips before rising off the mattress a bit, connecting our lips in a searing kiss. His hand drifted downwards and removed mine from his crotch. A slight noise of protest left my mouth before he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper before moving to mine.

I groaned as his fingers grazed my growing hard on, my hips twitching forward of their own will.

He pulled back and smirked at me, a dark glint lingering in his eyes. He leaned forwards until his mouth was beside my ear, dragging his tongue against it before pressing his hand firmly against me as I had been doing to him.

The sensation rushed up my spine and into my mind, and I moaned louder than before as it did.

"You like that, baby?" he asked, as if it weren't fucking obvious.

I nodded my head weakly, putting my palm against his chest and trying to curl my fingers into his shirt.

Frank moved his mouth to just below my ear, sucking harshly, and startling me, resulting in my arm jerking forward and partially pushing him back.

He moved off a little, sitting between my legs - which were still around his waist - with a concerned expression.

"You okay, Gee?" he asked, his fingers coming forward to brush my hair back.

I nodded and attempted to pull him closer, missing the feeling of his body hovering over mine and keeping me safe.

"Yeah, you- it startled me," I tried to explain breathlessly, tugging on them hem of his shirt to bring him back.

"Are you sure?" he asked, still worried. "Because we don't have to-"

"Frank," I snapped, interrupting him. "It's the last night of our lives, and I wanna fuck."

"But-"

"It was an accident, I promise I'm okay," I told him. "Now shut the fuck up and get back here."

He looked hesitant, but he listened. 

It's not that I didn't appreciate his concern, because I did, and there had definitely been a time in the past when I was really glad he took small things like that seriously, but now was not that time. Now was the time when I wanted him to be touching me, and touching him, and hopefully moving towards the stage when he would take off his shirt, because I missed seeing all his beautiful tattoos. 

I kissed him sweetly, moving his hand between my legs once I pulled away.

"See?" I said, my head falling back as he resumed palming me through my boxers. "Fine."

"M'kay," he said, leaning in to kiss me again.

I slid my hands into his jacket, humming quietly at the warmth I found.

"Off," I groaned, tugging on the open edge. He looked concerned again, but quickly realized what I wanted, and shrugged the material off his shoulders. I made a contented sound in the back of my throat and Frank laughed quietly at me.

I glared at him and pulled him down farther, unlatching my legs and spreading them further to feel him better.

He rolled his hips into me, moaning loudly at the sensation.

"Mmm, Frankie," I whined, reaching down to tug on his pants. He pulled away and quickly kicked off his shoes, undoing the laces on mine so I could follow suit. He pulled his pants off, throwing them to the floor, swiftly sliding mine off as well.

He ran his hands over my thighs, slowly getting closer to where I needed them. I tucked my hands under his shirt, splaying my fingers and running them up the his chest. I ran my finger tips over his nipples, then pushed onwards, reaching out of the neck of his shirt to his shoulders.

"Gerard," he whined, but I just leaned forward to kiss him, now that we were both sitting upright again. 

He pulled away and finally slipped his shirt over his head, revealing his inked skin. I immediately attached my lips to the design on his chest, sucking on it happily. 

He tilted his face into my hair, burying his nose into the strands and breathing in.

"You smell good," he said. 

I smiled against his skin, trailing my tongue up to the junction of his neck and shoulder, pressing, a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on it.

He groaned and dragged me up to his mouth, licking his way inside mine.

I fell back once more, and he kept his hands behind me, slowly lowering me to the surface of the mattress. I tipped my head back to be fully exposed before him, his gaze raking over my chest before slipping his fingers into my boxers. He made eye contact during the whole process, just like our first time, pulling the clothing off my legs and depositing it on the floor.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered into my ear, kissing below my ear, slowly working his way sideways across my blushing cheek and to my mouth. When he reached my lips, he swiped his tongue flat against them until I opened, letting him in. He explored my mouth eagerly but lovingly, slipping his hand between us to curl around me.

I gasped softly at the contact, and he smiled against my lips, or rather, my teeth, considering how open-mouthed our kiss was.

He stroked me slowly, me making a strange noise of pleasure each time he pushed on the tip gently.

"Mmm, I love you," I told him, my eyes closing as he shifted his focus from my mouth to between my legs.

"Love you too," he said, quickly pecking my lips before starting to place quick, sloppy kisses down my neck.

I repeated myself as he moved lower, his movement becoming more deliberate. It amazed me how easily he switch paces, and how he always seemed to do the right thing next, efficiently and effectively turning me into a mess.

"Love you, I love you, love you," the pace of my chants sped up significantly as he reached my navel, skirting around the skin that wanted his touch the most. "I love- oh- ah-"

He slowly licked a stripe up me, taking the head in his mouth once he reached it, licking off the pre come and surprising me with the warm wetness of his mouth. My hips twitched forward automatically, and he let them, pushing his head down lower to engulf more of me in the perfect bliss that was his mouth. I felt warmth bubbling up in my lower stomach as he hollowed his cheeks, pulling up and then digging his tongue into my slit, sucking hard, then nuzzling back down, letting me hit the back of his throat.

I was moaning most of the time at this point. Frank once told me he could tell when I was doing by the way I moaned, and we had tested that theory in great detail. He was right, by the way, just as he was right with the way he was blowing me right now, the perfect combination of sucking me off and letting me fuck his mouth.

He moaned around me as I tugged on his hair, my hips rising off the bed slightly.

I should've expected what would come next, knowing Frank and his love of making me come so hard I black out, but the sounds we made masked the quiet click of the lube bottle (which I didn't even know how he got) before he slicked up his fingers. He lined them up with my entrance and slowly pushed one in, going to the middle joint before letting me adjust properly.

I rocked my hips between his hand and his mouth, unsure of which felt better.

"M-more," I stuttered, waiting for the usual feeling of intrusion, then pleasure or pain. Very very rarely did it ever actually hurt, but it was custom to let the other adjust at this point. I pushed my hips back, getting his finger deeper just as he slid in another one, slowly working out a movement pattern. "Yeah, Frank," I practically moaned out his name as he angled his fingers to brush against my prostate. "Yeah! There, right there! Oh god-"

Another cry of pleasure fell from my lips as he pushed up harshly, slamming the blunt tips of his fingers right into my sensitive spot. He picked up the pace of his fingers, moving me to lay a little on my side so neither of us had to hold me up, the new angle making me suddenly desperate for the real thing, to feel him really inside me.

He pulled his mouth off of me, making me whine at the cold air that now wrapped around me.

He scissored his fingers gently, looking up and me from his position lower on the bed. His pupils were blown wide, his mouth hung open, and I swear I could get off just looking at him. He let his gaze fall from mine, groaning and dropping his head forward to rest on my stomach as he slid his hand inside his boxers.

I whined at him, pulling on his hair to get him to look up at me. He did, his eyes now hooded with more pleasure, and I pulled the best 'fuck me' eyes I could manage.

Apparently they were pretty good, because he moved up my body quickly, kissing my lips softly while sliding his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and desperate.  

"Shh," he cooed gently as I whined. "I got you, baby."

He popped the lid of the lube once more, squeezing some out and spreading it in his palm in what I swore was slow motion. He stroked himself, his breath hitching as he began slowly pumping, spreading the clear substance everywhere.

"Frankie," I whined, because as much as I loved watching him jerk himself off, I loved him fucking me to oblivion much more.

"Shit, right, sorry-" he said quickly as he pulled his hand away, instead placing it against my hip. He used his other to brush my hair away from my face, then trailed it down my arm to hold my hand. He kept his dark eyes locked with mine, as he nudged my legs farther apart and slowly pushed in.

His eyelids instantly snapped shut in pleasure, his mouth hanging open and his brow furrowed.

I let out a long, low moan as he stretched me, slowly filling me up as he steadily sheathed himself inside me. I pulled up my legs and bent my knees a little, giving him more access.

"Oh god I love you Gee, you're so fucking perfect, fuck," praises and compliments fell from his lips as he bottomed out, rocking his hips slightly. "Ohhh," he moaned out as he slowly pulled out about half way before pushing back in. I felt the fire in my stomach grow as his free hand ran up and down my sides, settling in front of me to pump me slowly.

I was moaning ridiculously loud, and would have been embarrassed, if I could possibly give a fuck about anyone hearing us right now.

He steadily picked up the pace of his thrusts, leaning forward and indicated for me to do the same, connecting our lips with a sigh when I did. 

As I leaned up farther to deepen our kiss, he slammed back in, knowing that angle like the back of his hand, causing me to cry out in pleasure as he hit the sensitive spot inside me. When he pulled back his eyes were crushed shut, his bottom lips clenched between his teeth.

He kept thrusting in quickly, his motions slowly getting faster and sloppier, but still full of love and care. We kissed in the opposite way our hips were moving against each other - slow and sweet, his hand briefly unlatching from mine to run the backs of his fingers down my cheek.

Every time he thrusted in he filled my body with pure ecstasy, especially as he began slamming my prostate each time.

"God, I fucking love you," I groaned, adjusting my body so that I could meet his hips in the middle.

He shifted his mouth from mine to my neck, biting down so harshly I almost lost it right then.

"Ahhh, oh god, fucking-" I cried out, unsure of what I wanted to say, but knowing it was full of profanity.

Frank regained his grip on my hand, running his thumb along the back, leaning down just far enough so his stomach brushed up against me every time we moved together.

"Gee, Gee, Gee, Gee," he began chanting my name, letting me know he was close, which I had no problem with.

I felt the familiar feeling welling up inside me, and as Frank slammed into my prostate I lost it.

"Ah, fuck- I love you- fuck fuck fuck-"

I came with a loud cry, spilling all over our stomachs and his hand, which was pumping me through my release. 

I let my head fall against his shoulder as his thrusts turned erratic. He was tipping his head back, screaming out in ecstasy.

"Oh, Gee, fuck, you're so perfect I- fuck, I love you so much- ah-"

He hit his peak inside me, his hot cum filling me up and dripping down my legs.

"Oh, fuck," I panted, wrapping my arms and legs around him lazily, burying my face into the side of his neck.

He pulled out of me as our breathing began to level a bit, laying down and pulling me on top of him, ignoring the fact that I was bigger than him and probably making him uncomfortable, along with the mess we had just made - which I was currently lying in.

"I love you," he said, kissing the side of my neck softly.

"I love you too," I sighed, tugging some blankets over to cover us, using a sheet to wipe our stomachs and my legs off.

He made a contented humming noise and snuggled me closer, and I just tangled myself as far as I could get in him, letting the intimacy wash over me, pushing away anything that might happen tomorrow, simply enjoying being close to the love of my life. 

I closed my eyes, and let sleep consume me.

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First smut! Woo!

So... was that half decent, at least?

Idk.

I'm gonna be gone for the next two days, so if you message me or anything, I'm not ignoring you, I just haven't seen it yet.

Requests!! Requests!! Gallons of the stuff.

Give me all that I can drink, and it will never be enough.

Okay I'm gonna stop now, but seriously, this is a request book, so I'll occasionally do something I come up with, but it's mostly just your guys' ideas.

ily, byyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeee

-Brightside ⨳