Here's a remake of one of my old one shots

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My legs were shaking, ears ringing as I was blinded. I fell to the ground, feeling my head spin. I couldn't help it, I was just so nauseous I found myself losing my lunch all over the floor.

When I finally felt normal again, I got up to my feet. I cleaned up the puke from the floor and washed my mouth. I was in a kitchen, it was nice looking too. There were kids drawings on the fridge stuck with magnets and art hanging from the wall.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror in the bathroom, fixing my bleached sides fauxhawk hair. I fixed my eyeliner so that it was smudged just the right amount and I smiled softly.

"I'm home, baby!" Someone called as the front door opened.

My heart swelled when I heard that all too familiar voice. I hurried out of the bathroom and found Gerard standing there. His hair was dyed orange and he was wearing a blue suit. He looked so happy and healthy.

"What the fuck?!" He shrieked.

"Gerard!" I exclaimed.

I went to give him a hug but he shoved me back.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"It's me, Frank," I said. "You know me."

He shook his head. "Frank doesn't wear makeup or have piercings anymore. His hair isn't dyed and he has more tattoos. You're not Frank."

"I am, I am," I insisted. "I'm from the past."

"You need to leave, I'm going to call the fucking police," he threatened. "I don't want any of you psycho fans dressing up like Frank and breaking into my fucking house."

My hand reached forward and he flinched. I caressed his face gently, my thumb gently rubbing over his cheek. I've done this with him a million times over and I saw the way he visibly relaxed in my touch.

"Frank," he whispered, his eyes watering.

I couldn't help it, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. I knew I shouldn't but god I needed it. Gerard held my hips, pulling me closer. Things got heated all too quickly as I pulled away. Gerard pulled me up the stairs to a nice bedroom. There was a big bed with soft, white sheets that I pushed him down against.

"Fuck," I muttered, moving between his legs.

My lips crashed down against his again, my hands immediately pulling at his clothes. I pulled off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. I kissed along his chest and I heard his sharp intake of breath. My lips went up to his neck but he shook his head.

"No marks," he said.

Gerard pulled my t-shirt over my head, his hand gently running over my tattoos. I got him out of his pants and boxers and smirked.

"Well now, aren't you excited to see me," I remarked. .

"You're just as much of a dick nowadays as you were back then," he breathed.

I smiled, wrapping a hand around his erection. Gerard moaned and I kissed him roughly. His hands reached for my belt, undoing it and shoving them down as far as he could. I pushed them off the rest of the way, discarding my socks and shoes too.

"God, you're so pretty," I said. "D-do you have lube?"

Gerard shook his head, pulling me in for another kiss. I panted, bringing my fingers up to his lips. He sucked on them, coating them in spit. I brought them down between his legs, pushing one in slowly. He looked at me, biting his lips as I gradually added a second. He let out a quiet whimper and that fueled the heat boiling in the pit of my stomach.

I added a third, stretching him slowly. His breathing got heavier as he let out soft moans. My fingers moved faster, brushing over his prostate as he let out a soft cry. I smirked, crashing my lips down against his. He moaned into my mouth, kissing back desperately.

"Fuck," he muttered.

I sat up as he gestured towards the nightstand. I opened the door, smirking when I found a box of condoms. I grabbed one, rolling it on and coating myself in spit.

"You ready, baby?" I asked, position myself at his entrance.

Gerard nodded quickly, leaning up to give me another soft kiss. I began pushing in slowly, my jaw slack as I felt the tight ring of muscle around me.

"Shit," I breathed, pausing halfway.

I don't think I've ever felt Gerard so tight before but I fucking loved it. I slowly bottomed out, my head falling down to rest in his chest. He was breathing heavily and I left soft kisses on his collarbone.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, j-just give me a minute," he mumbled.

I leaned up to give him a soft kiss and I felt him smile.

"I'm okay now," he said.

I rocked my hips slowly, letting out a shaky breath. His legs came up to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. My lips connected with his again in a messy kiss as I moved faster.

"Fuck, oh fuck," he moaned.

I groaned, holding onto his hips. My eyes glanced over his flushed face, the way his eyes were closed and head tipped back.

"God, you're so fucking pretty," I muttered.

I sucked on his neck, snapping my hips forward into him. His hand tangled into my hair, giving a sharp pull as I groaned.

"Still like that?" Gerard teased with a breathy chuckle.

I bit down on his neck and he moaned, his talking stopped. Gerard cried out when I hit his prostate. His orange hair matted to his face with sweat, making him somehow only more beautiful.

The burning pleasure moved through my veins, making my brain fuzzy in the absolutely best way possible. Listening to Gerard's heavy panting and deep moans only pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I looked over the sweat on his skin that seemed to make him glimmer and his erection that was leaking precome onto his stomach.

"Oh god, fuck, I'm close," he groaned.

I nodded in agreement, my head dropping down to rest my forehead on his shoulder. My skin was practically on fire as I pounded into him even harder. I wrapped a hand around his erection, watching the way his hips jerked up at the touch.

"Oh fuck, Frank," Gerard moaned. "Oh Frank, fuck, please, Frank."

The sound of my name rolling off his tongue was like fucking music to my ears and I couldn't get enough. The pleasure was threatening to push me over but I never wanted this to end.

Gerard let out a loud moan, his back arching off the mattress. He came in my hand and over his stomach, his hand yanking my hair roughly. Feeling his hand and the way he was clenching around me I just couldn't hold it anymore. I came inside the condom, gasping and moaning as the occasional curse tumbled from my lips.

"Fuck," Gerard breathed out as he caught his breath.

I pulled out, tying up the condom and tossing it out in the trash.

"Fuck, Frank, I told you no marks," Gerard said, looking in the mirror above the dresser that faced the bed.

"You didn't seem to mind when I was giving them to you," I said.

I grabbed a tissue from the box in the nightstand, cleaning him up before tossing it into the trash. I cuddled up next to him, wrapping my arms around him.

"When am I gonna wake up?" Gerard asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion.

"This has to be a dream," he stated. "How in the world would you be here?"

"I told you, I time traveled here from the past," I said. "We used a broken guitar, an apple, and Ray's afro."

"Why?" Gerard asked.

"You're missing," I whispered, hearing my voice crack. "You left a note about how you were going to be the next Jim Morrison and that the world is a bag of shit. We're all so worried, Gerard. I had to come to the future to make sure you were okay and that you didn't kill yourself. But you look good, are you sober now?"

"Yeah, I cleaned up my act before the Black Parade," he said.

I frowned in confusion. The black what?

"Don't worry, you'll find me in a couple days in some guy's basement," he reassured.

"Good, I'd hate for anything to happen to you," I said. "That hair color suits you, by the way. You look good."

He smiled, running his fingers through his sweaty hair.

"Why didn't you want marks?" I asked. "You love getting hickies, you usually just cover them with your makeup."

"Things are different now, Frank," he whispered.

I frowned in confusion, noticing for the first time the wedding ring on his finger. I reached over, running my finger over it gently as I smiled.

"When was the wedding?" I asked.

"2007," Gerard said. "Nothing special of anything, just backstage before a concert one time."

I glanced over and saw a photo of a little girl on the nightstand. I smiled, resting my head on his chest.

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Bandit," Gerard replied, smiling as he looked at the photo.

"When did we adopt her?" I asked.

Gerard froze for a moment before looked down at me.

"Frankie, no," he whispered. "You've got it all wrong. I didn't marry you. I married Lindsey Ballato. You know, the one from Mindless Self Indulgence? That's our daughter."

I felt my stomach drop, I thought I was going to be sick.

"B-but you're my boyfriend," I said.

"We broke up, Frank," he said. "But don't worry, you and Jamia get married before me. And you have two beautiful twin girls and a little boy. You're so happy, you've got a family, Frank."

"What about My Chemical Romance? Isn't it weird now?" I questioned.

"The band broke up too," Gerard said softly. "Back in 2013. But we've all got our own stuff now. I've got my project, you have the cellabration. But we got so big, MCR had so many fans all around the whole earth. We go on entire world tours, Frank. I know things in the band may be shitty right now but it gets so much, I promise."

I could feel my eyes watering as I shook my head.

"B-but you're still my best friend, right?" I asked.

"We're both busy but we text sometimes," he said. "I don't live in Jersey anymore, you're the only one who stayed back there."

"I-I don't like the future," I whimpered.

I got up, running out of the room. I knew the future wouldn't last long and soon I'd be sent back. I felt the familiar dizziness as everything spun around me before there was a flash of light.

"Jesus Christ, Frank!" Ray exclaimed.

I felt someone wrap a blanket around me as I curled into a ball and sobbed.

"Oh god, he's dead, isn't he?" Mikey asked.

"He's fine," I mumbled, standing up. "He's happy and healthy."

I stumbled off, the blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I headed into Gerard's bedroom, falling onto the bed as I sobbed.

And Gerard was right, a few days later we found him. And he was in my arms again, letting me hug him and kiss him.

"I'm gonna get better," Gerard promised for the millionth time as he cried.

"I know," I whispered.

I've heard this before but now that I've seen the future I knew it was true. I didn't want that future though. I wanted me and Gerard together. We were supposed to be the ones to get married and have kids together. I'm not gonna let that future happen, I'm gonna make sure the band and Gerard and I stay together.