"Gerard, time to get up. We have work today." Frank said.

"No we're going to stay here and have more angry sex."

"You're still mad?"

"No angry sex is fun."

"True but my ass hurts now. We've had nothing but angry sex the entire weekend."

Gerard shrugged, frowning. Getting up, he stumbled to the bathroom. Frank limped after him, in complete discomfort. Gerard started the shower and they both got in.

Gerard had managed to persuade Frank to give him a blow job. Frank rolling his eyes as he lowered to his sore knees. As they had breakfast, Gerard seemed happier than Frank, who was stiff in posture from pain.

As they made there way to school, early, Frank complained about his ass and back the entire ride. As they walked to the music class, Gerard finally apologised.

"You should be sorry." Frank mumbled.

"Awwe is my poor Frankie hurt?" Gerard cooed.

"Not too hurt to teach you a lesson."

"Shut up punk."

"No you nerd."

Gerard laughed, sitting on the front of Frank's desk. Shaking his head, Frank rested his head on the desk next to Gerards butt. Staring at it.

"You know, tonight, I'm getting my revenge. You're ass is too pretty not to ruin."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Shhhhh. I'm giving you sex, but it's going up yours. You will feel my pain mortal." Frank said.

"You're such a dork."

"Yeah but you love me."

"Yeah I do." Gerard sighed. "I wish i didn't sometimes."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to leave." Gerard said.

"My god Gerard, this again? Even if I wanted too, it's still to late to unsign my name. I love you, I really do, but you're being a selfish prick." Frank snapped.

"Says the one who refuses to give me a good enough reason. You're going thousands of miles away, I'm allowed to be upset. You could die and you're calling me selfish." Gerard snapped back.

"I told you why I have to. You've been upset all weekend, you have every reason to be. But do you have to have a go at me and bring it up every single conversation we have?"

"I've tried my best to show you that you're perfect and you just refuse. You don't listed to me Frank. You take all this from me and then you just leave."

"What have I taken from you? Nothing. You've given me opportunities and I am so grateful for you. But when you got raped almost everyday for 5 years, just to pay for your mom's drug habit, then you can tell me that you feel perfect. I feel like people are looking at me all the time. I feel like ripping my skin off and I never feel like I'm clean." Frank shouted. "You never even thought about listening to me."

Frank stood up, walking out the room. Holding back tears. His back, head and heart hurt. He heard footsteps following him, but ignored them. Walking forwards, he reached the bathroom. Going inside he leant against the wall. Gerard walked in as soon as he burst into tears.

Gerard didn't say anything, just sat next to him. Frank leant his head on Gerards shoulder, cuddling into his side as he did so. Trying to stop the tears, he breathed heavily and slowly.

"I'm sorry." Frank whispered.

"No don't be, I shouldn't have brought it up." Gerard whispered back. "I'm sorry."

Frank sighed heavily, standing up off the dirty floor. Pulling Gerard up, he grabbed his hand. Leading him back into the classroom, sitting on the desk while Gerard took the chair.

"Talk to me Frank. I'm listening now."

Frank took a deep breath, scrunching his eyes closed for a second. Looking up again, he smiled softly at Gerard.

"I feel dirty all the time, violated. I feel broken. When I met you and got with you, you helped me feel a lot better. You set up the foundations for me to get better, but I need to fix the rest by myself. I know it's stupid, I know it's dangerous, but I feel like this will help. When I was walking past the parade, I didn't feel anything then I was drawn to it and as I signed up, I felt a million times better already. I'm going to miss you, so fucking much, but I will come back to you."

"How do you know that?" Gerard asked as the bell rang.

"I just do, it's like a feeling. Like when I signed up, I felt I had to do it, and I know I'm going to survive it." Frank explained.

Someone opened the door, to which held up his hand to the student. Signalling one minuet. The student stepped back outside and Frank and Gerard stood up. Frank wiped his eyes, pulling gerard into a hug.

"I love you, so fucking much Gerard."

"I love you too Frankie." Gerard whispered.

He leant in slightly, pecking his lips before waving goodbye and left. Frank let his students in, going on his plan for the lesson.

"Shit." Frank whispered to himself. "I need lesson plans for the next 2 years."

Frank groaned, rolling his head back as he got to work. He knew that he could do some during the day and some at home. If he could get a moment peice without Gerard sticking his dick up Frank's butt.

"Frank?" A student called. "I need help dude."

Frank stood up, wincing from the lessened pain in his ass. He limped slightly over to the practice room the kid was in. Leaning at the door, the kid explained what he needed help with.

"Dude just change the key, transpose it a half step lower. It will make the chords easier to work with." Frank said. "Show me what you have so far."

The kids played the music, slower than the original version of 'beat it' by Michael Jackson and out of time and tune. Frank listed to it though, before taking the guitar from the kid and tuning it. While he was doing so, he explained what they were doing wrong and how they could improve it.

At the end of the day, Frank was tired. His back hurt and he was cranky from fighting. As the bell rang, he flopped onto his desk. Almost falling asleep instantly. After all the class had cleared out, the principal walked in.

"Hey Frank."

"Oh hey sir." Frank mumbled tiredly.

"You sound... Not good?" Brendon asked.

"Gerard and I kept on arguing last night. And all weekend."

"Any reason that I should be worried about?"

"Oh yeah actually, I'm going to be gone for abiut 2 years - joining the army - and so I was wondering if I have to quit this job or if I can come back to it. I'm willing to make lesson plans for the next few years." Frank announced.

"Oh shit. The army? Is that why you're fighting?"

"Yeah. It's fine, I'm fine, he's fine. We just need to talk to eachother." Frank said.

"Listen you've been walking weird all day. I need to know, is he abusing you?"

"Gerard?" Frank asked. "Abuse me? Never in a million years. He's the best. Literally."

"Then what's up with your leg?" Brendon pressed.

"Yeah he still got angry and we had a lot of angry sex." Frank explained. "I'm over 18, it was consensual and I was so into it. So don't worry."

Brendon nodded, still worried. Frank sat up a little more. Stretching his arms slightly. Smiling, Frank turned further towards Brendon. Thinking of the previous evening.

"Anyway, about the job?" Frank said.

"Right, well you're a good and well liked teacher. We will get a sub in and we won't actively look for someone, but if someone pops up that we think is worth the job then of course we'll give it to them." Brendon said.

"Sounds fair." Frank replied.

A second later, Gerard walked in. Smiling at Brendon, he sat down at the table next to Frank. Instantly, Frank rested his head on Gerards thigh. This lead to gerard running his fingers back and forth through his hair.

"Gee, honey, I gotta make lesson plans for the substitute. So can we stay a few hours longer?" Frank asked.

"You can do it at home?" Gerwrd whined.

"No I can't." Frank declared. "Gerard when you're on the couch it's impossible not to cuddle with you. You're too much of a distraction at home."

Gerard stuck his tongue out at Frank who smiled back and kissed his cheek. Mumbling something abiut Gerard being adorable. They both rearranged themselves on the chair. So that the young, small boy was sitting on the lap of the tall, dark and handsome man.

Frank tepped away at his computed. Working until Gerards legs got numb and he went to get coffee. When he came back, he saw frank rubbing his back in pain.

"You okay honey?" Gerard asked.

"No." Frank mumbled.

"Sorry honey." Gerard apologised.

Frank rolled his eyes, going over to Gerard and taking his coffee. He continued typing on his laptop until Gerard insisted it was time to go.

Frank waved him off, trying to stay at his seat. Trying to persuade Gerard he can walk home. Gerard shook his head, pulling his chair next to Frank and poking his side.

"Gerard you can go home. I can stay for another hour." Frank mumbled.

"But home doesn't have you." Gerard argued back.

"Gerard I have to do this so we can have more time later. I can spend as much time as you want with me, when I get this finished."

Gerard huffed, sitting in silence again. After about ten minuets, he got an idea. He placed his hand - seemingly innocent to Frank - on the smaller boys leg. Slowly, he glided it upwards. It was only when it was halfway ontop of his crotch that Frank realised.

"Gerard." Frank warned.

"What?" Gerard replied innocently.

Frank rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore him.

"Frankie you're no fun." Gerard whined.

Frank snapped at that. Saving what he had done with his work, closing his laptop and packing it away. He grabbed Gerards hand and pick up his things. Dragging both into the car, he sat next to Gerard. Gerard drove, to himself he had won.

"Pull over." Frank demanded.

"What?"

"Pull over into the ally."

Gerard complied, sending Frank a concerned look. When they hand parked, Frank smirked.

"What are we doing here?" Gerard asked.

"I'm going to show you fun." Frank answered.

He turned towards gerard smirking evilly. Gerard gulped loudly. Frank got out, going over to the older man's side and opening the door again. When they were both out, Gerard turned to Frank.

"What are you going to do?" Gerard questioned.

"Wouldn't you like to know..."