six: unfortunately, i love you too

"You know I fucking hate it when you show up like this," Frank groaned as his boyfriend walked into the flat with his hands and clothes covered in blood. Again.

"You can make me leave anytime you want," Gerard said gently and closed the door behind him. It was originally Frank's flat, but then when the whole falling in love thing happened and they couldn't fucking bear to be apart, they'd moved Gerard into Frank's.

"I don't want you to leave, I want you to stop killing people," Frank said and then cupped Gerard's jaw in his hand. "But you're not going to do that, are you?"

Gerard's hand came up to lay gently on Frank's, smearing blood onto the back of shorter man's hand. "No," he murmured. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Frank sighed and then, "Kiss me and then we'll get you cleaned up, m'kay?"

Gerard leant down and pressed his lips to Frank's gently, moving their lips together a little until Frank pulled away and smiled a bit. Gerard's other hand came up to cup Frank's cheek and bring him into another kiss, hungry for love and affection with such a brutal job on his hands. The hand on Frank's cheek spread blood all over it, and since Frank only pulled him closer, he assumed he didn't really mind. Frank pulled away a second time, pecked Gerard's lips and then took both of his hands, leading him into the bathroom.

"When's your next?" he whispered as he started the shower. He pulled Gerard's hands under the water of the sink's faucet and began scrubbing away at the blood. Gerard had insisted many times that he could do it himself, but Frank had always told him he liked cleaning him off, so he let Frank do it.

"Three days."

"Monday," Frank sighed and then smiled tiredly, catching Gerard's eye. "My hard-working man, getting up on a Monday to do his job."

Gerard rolled his eyes and leant in to kiss Frank again, and smiled at the way Frank's lips responded on instinct before pulling away and smiling too.

"I love you," Gerard said softly as Frank continued scrubbing at his hands.

"Yes, well, unfortunately, I love you too," Frank said and then laughed tiredly. "The shower's warm."

"Unfortunately?" Gerard grinned and Frank brought his hand up to Gerard's cheek to pull him in for another kiss.

"Maybe. But the point is that I love you too."

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"Please, do you want money, or--or--"

"No. I don't know you, all I know is that my boss," Gerard said and drew out his knife. "Isn't very pleased with how you screwed him over. And I'm here to fix that."

"Oh, god, who's your boss?" the man asked, panicked as he backed into a corner. Idiot. Gerard towered over him.

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out," Gerard growled and then plunged his knife deep into his victim's chest. He didn't even cry out, just muttered a pathetic 'sorry' as he fell to the ground.

Gerard sheathed his knife again and put on gloves so he wouldn't get blood on his steering wheel as he raced away from the scene, unnoticed by anyone but a couple of unlucky pidgeons that happened to fly away right as his car nearly ran over them.

Gerard cringed at the blood on his hands that was shining through the plastic gloves as he focused on the road ahead of him. Maybe Frank was right, maybe he should stop with all the killing, maybe he should--he was speeding. He slowed down, even though there was no one else around, and then turned his high beams on as he entered the foresty back road that always calmed him down when he was driving back home.

Then he let himself think about Frank again.

He'd be so happy, he'd be so relieved. Gerard had never been caught--not once, not even close for any of his murders. His official record was spotless. He hadn't even gotten a ticket for speeding or crossing a red light in years, and he'd gone to art school, so he could easily just get a real job.

But this one just paid so well. Too well, in fact. Frank and Gerard could make it work if Gerard switched to a regular job. Frank already made a steady income working as a music teacher in a private school somewhere fancy, so he made a damn good salary for what his job was, and if Gerard switched into a regular one, they'd still be making a liveable amount, although the copious amounts of extra that they had in a savings account would drastically diminish.

But, Gerard thought, Frank would rather be dating someone who didn't make a great income than be dating a murderer. Gerard swallowed and turned onto their street. He pulled up in his space in the underground apartment parking, and then took the elevator up to their flat, head hanging a little as he was surrounded in his thought. The elevator dinged when it reached his floor and he pulled his keys out, but Frank was already waiting at the door with it open, his arms crossed.

Gerard bit his lip. "Hey, baby," he whispered.

"You were supposed to be home an hour ago, Gerard," Frank said curtly and then pulled Gerard into the flat and closed the door behind him. "You fucking... oh my god, I thought you were dead," Frank said and then he was fucking crying.

Gerard's mouth hung open and then he pulled Frank in for a hug. His bloody hands were running through Frank's hair and he was kissing his forehead and apologising over and over and over again.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I lost track of the time, Frankie, I'm so sorry," he whispered as Frank cried into his shoulder. The short man pulled away and Gerard saw his tearstained face.

"You... God, I was so worried," Frank whispered, and then pulled Gerard into a desperate kiss. Their lips moved together beautifully, and then out of nowhere, Frank was pushing Gerard backwards so they stumbled into the bathroom. Frank shut the door and then pulled away, his hands slipping under Gerard's shirt and pulling it off for him. Gerard helped Frank out of his own and then they both took off their pants, socks, and underwear. Frank turned on the shower and pressed Gerard against the wall and kissed him again, less desperately and more lovingly and then he pulled away and buried his face in Gerard's chest, still sniffing.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Gerard cooed, and Frank nodded, pulling away.

"It's... Just never scare me like that ever again, you understand?" he said and exhaled shakily. Gerard put his hands on Frank's shoulders.

"I promise."

"Good. The water's warm, let's get in, yeah?"

Gerard nodded, and the two of them climbed in. Gerard immediately reached for the shampoo and told Frank to wet his hair. As Gerard scrubbed shampoo into Frank's hair, he pressed a kiss to Frank's shoulder.

"You know, baby," Gerard said, making up his mind for good. "I think you're right."

"About?" Frank asked and then turned around to run the shampoo out of his hair when Gerard finished, waiting for the answer.

"I'm gonna get a real job and quit the mercenary shit," Gerard said confidently, and watched for excitement, joy, anything in Frank's eyes, but all he got was confusion and a little bit of mistrust.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, of course," Gerard mumbled. "I can see how much you hate that I do it, and I can't stand making you miserable anymore. I wanna do something good, like... teach art or write comics or something. Something that will be good for the world rather than damaging."

Frank's eyes lit up now. "You cannot be... are you fucking with me, Gerard, because I swear to god, motherfucker I will--"

"I'm one hundred percent serious, baby, I promise," Gerard whispered. "The only reason I do it is for the money, and honestly, what appealed to me at nineteen doesn't appeal to me at twenty-nine."

Frank smiled. "You're being for-real?"

"The realest," Gerard confirmed and sighed as Frank pulled him in for a kiss, leaving him short of breath for a moment as their lips collided.

When they pulled apart, Frank was smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "I fucking... you're incredible. I love you," he breathed.

"I love you too, baby. I love you so much."

i'm sorry this was so fucking fluffy, i'm just in a weird mood right now xo