Frank walked into the house before Gerard, storming in despite knowing he should have waited for his Master, but right now he was fuming. He took off his shoes and his socks and threw his blazer on the back of the sofa as Gerard stood nearby with his hands in his pockets. Frank unclenched his fists as he tried to calm down but when he turned and looked at Gerard, he felt the corners of his vision going red and the anger bubbling back up in his throat like bile.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Gerard offered simply and Frank stared at him in silence, seething, "Or no?"

"Fuck the tea. I'm so fucking mad at you." He spat back and Gerard sighed softly, hanging his head as he leaned back against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

"I figured as much, yes." Gerard replied calmly, "Although I don't see why."

"Wh-" Frank felt himself come to a screeching halt as he let out a humorless laugh, watching Gerard taking off his shoes, "You don't see why I want to cold-cock you with a vase?"

"Enlighten me." Gerard walked over and sat down on the sofa simply, one leg over the other as he loosened his black tie and popped the top button of his shirt.

"Because I-" Frank sighed, deciding to go from the beginning, "Because I hate that you had another submissive and didn't tell me. I hate that you brushed it off and acted like it didn't matter. I hate how it felt like you didn't care about me or how I'd feel. You knew how I felt about sharing and you fucking did it anyway!"

"Frank..."

"No!" Frank was pacing angrily when he stopped to face Gerard, "No! Not even talking as your submissive! I-I don't know what I am to you besides that, but- But as someone you share your life with, your home and your feelings... I just- I want to know how you thought that something like that would be okay to me. After everything, what part of your fucking brain thought 'hey, this kid is fucked up enough as it is so why don't I make it worse and hide a secret relationship from him'?"

"Frank," Gerard sat up, resting his elbows on his knees, leaning forward, "Please."

"So all of the times you were balls deep in someone else, it didn't feel wrong to you?" Frank deadpanned, scowling down at Gerard as he folded his arms, getting more annoyed at how calm his significant other was being while he stewed so vile inside.

"It's who I am. It's who I've always been. I have never been a person to fully subscribe to monogamy. And I did explain to you why I didn't tell you. I know I was in the wrong for not telling you so you're allowed to be mad at me for that but you cannot be mad at me for the way I live my life and the fact that I'm not like you. Are you going to persecute every person who's polyamorous?"

"No. Just the one who lied to me." Frank scowled venomously as he folded his arms, "So, what? You still want him, then? You still care about him?"

"Don't start this. You're only going to upset yourself." Gerard sighed as he loosened his tie, "I was with him for three years and I had to end what I had with him in less than an hour with no warning just for you because I made a mistake. I hurt him, too. And myself. I'm not going to sit here and lie to you and say that I felt nothing for him."

"Do you love him?" Frank glared heatedly and Gerard looked up in surprise.

"Love him?"

"Well, yeah. Unless you're incapable of feeling that particular emotion." Frank snorted.

"It doesn't matter now. He's got someone else. He has a new Dominant, he and I are over and it's just you and I. I've already apologized-"

"Oh, bullshit." Frank spat, "I don't fucking care!"

"Why is this all coming out now again? Didn't you get it all out when we spoke?" Gerard retorted, sounding flustered.

"No! I didn't want to fuck up after getting you back!" Frank yelled, running a hand through his hair, "I just wanted to move on after getting you back! I didn't want to mess up again! I just- I want to be perfect for you and I fucking hate Josh Dun because he's everything I'm not! He's the perfect submissive and he's exactly what you deserve but I'm too fucking selfish to let you go!"

"But I don't even own him anymore, Frank!" Gerard's voice jumped in volume as he got up, "I don't want him anymore!"

"That doesn't mean you didn't fucking hurt me that day!" Frank spat as sudden angry tears spilled down over his flushed cheeks, "Seeing you with him made me feel so damn inadequate! He's everything I'll never be and I hate that I wasn't enough for you!"

"Not enough?" Gerard's voice lowered, "Frank..."

"I-" Frank looked down, "He's so attractive and well-mannered and he does what he's told to without getting upset or reacting. He's so perfect and his body is so perfect and... I pale in comparison. I've never had body issues or self-esteem lacking before. Not really. Not until now. I've never second-guessed my clothing or the choices I've made with my body until you. Until I realize that you've had so much better."

"What did I tell you about comparing yourself to other submissives, Frank?" Gerard pursed his lips, "If I had to compare myself to other Dominants that I have encountered, I'd probably feel the same."

Frank scoffed then, rolling his eyes, "Like hell. All other submissives before me sounded so fucking perfect and so attractive."

"I think you're attractive." Gerard added and Frank scowled down at his feet, "Don't do this to yourself. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you."

"Then what about my behavior, huh?"

"Frank..." Gerard sighed, sitting down, "You're being ridiculous."

"I just-" Frank sucked in a breath, "Fine. Set aside my insecurities. I'm still so fucking mad at you for this. I-It may not seem like it but ever since then it's... I've lost my trust in you."

Gerard looked up with genuine shock at Frank's revelation, eyebrows knitting together as he scanned over his assistant who was standing on the other side of the coffee table, "You have?"

"How could I not?" Frank burst out, "If this is what you've so nonchalantly kept from me, I can't help but wonder what else the fuck you've decided not to share with me?! How am I supposed to trust you when you prove to me that I can't?!"

"I often have a lot on my plate, Frank."

"Well, I'm sorry for being selfish and wanting to be a bigger part of your life." Frank spat back vehemently, glaring at Gerard as he folded his arms tightly over his chest.

"You're already a big part."

"But obviously not big enough!" Frank cried out as he kicked a nearby footstool, grunting frustratedly.

"What do you want me to do? I apologized already. I gave him to someone else. I thought that that in the very least would make amends." Gerard watched him slowly, curiously.

"It's not enough for me." Frank whispered, "I just- I appreciate everything you've done for me. I know it's a shit ton and I feel like I barely do shit in return but... This was a huge thing for me. This wasn't just, oh, maybe messaging some guy you met at the store or... Or you had a picture of some guy's dick on your phone. This was an entire person in a relationship with you. One that was like mine. And... You didn't seem to care."

"I'm a closed-off person sometimes. Just because it doesn't look like I care, doesn't mean it's how I feel." Gerard frowned, "I figured you of all people should be aware of that."

"And coming from what I have, it's hard for me to show that I care, too. Doesn't mean I'm hiding a boy toy from you!" Frank yelled, waving a hand at Gerard, who remained unperturbed on the surface.

"I wouldn't be mad if you did."

"Well, that's you, not me!" Frank's voice wavered as the anger bubbled even more, "Why can't you grasp that?!"

"I can!" Gerard snapped, "I said I was sorry, Frank!"

"How do I know you mean it?" Frank yelled still, balling up his fists in an attempt not to rip his hair out, breaths coming out in a panted labor as his chest shuddered.

"What do you want from me then?!"

"I just want you- I want everyone to know you're mine so they'll back the fuck off!"

"I can't do that!" Gerard cried out in exasperation, "I would if I could but I can't risk it, Frank!"

"But why?!" Frank yelped. He knew he was being unreasonable, he knew it far too well but he couldn't control any of his emotions anymore as they erupted to the surface.

"Because it'll ruin everything I worked for! I'll have nothing left!"

"You'll have me!" Frank countered angrily, "You'll have me forever!"

"And how do I know that?" Gerard stood up then, just as angry, "How am I supposed to risk everything just because you say so?!"

"Because I love you!"

Frank's words rang out in a deafening silence between them, startling them both as Frank's stomach dropped and his heart stopped for a moment. His eyes widened as he stared to the side of him at Gerard, who- for once- seemed genuinely in shock for the first time during their argument.

"I- I-" Frank shuddered out, suddenly unable to look at Gerard who had crossed around the coffee table and put his hands on Frank's shoulders, steering him to sit on the closest end of the L-shaped couch.

"Just take a breath." Gerard muttered softly, sitting beside Frank, "It's alright."

"But- I-" Frank tried again but shook his head as tears fell down his cheeks and he genuinely thought he was going into a catatonic shock.

"Want me to ignore what you said or take it seriously?"

"First one." Frank shook his head as he tried to breathe and tried to get over his sudden epiphany despite it hitting him harder than it he expected.

"Frank?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Is that what this is about? All of this behavior and emotion towards him is because you..." Gerard trailed off as Frank let out a squeak, cutting him off before he could say it, "Because you..." He paused when he saw the sharp side-eyed glare from Frank, "Alright, you don't love me."

"Yes." Frank nodded firmly, "I-I don't. No love."

Frank looked at Gerard, who was smirking down at him softly, "Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't love you either, my prince."

"You mean that?" Frank looked up then with wide and hopeful eyes, his intestines wrapping and coiling around his heart like an anticipated cobra.

"I mean every word." Gerard nodded, "I have for a long time. I just didn't say it because I thought you needed time. Why didn't you tell me sooner that you felt this way?"

"I- To be honest, I didn't even know myself until I said it." Frank looked down, blushing profusely as he wrung his hands in his lap.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you so greatly, Frank." Gerard sighed as he put his hand on Frank's knee and gave it a squeeze, "I was being selfish, as it were."

"That's about right," Frank grunted, trying not to smile.

"Forgive this old fool and his heart, Frank?"

"Yeah, yeah." Frank sighed, "Don't go and get mushy on me."

"That's not in my vocabulary, my boy." Gerard chuckled, "Is there anything I can do?"

"You want the honest answer?" Frank asked out coyly, flushing as he saw Gerard pique an intrigued eyebrow, "I-I want you. Here and now. As my partner and my lover and that's it. The someone I... Don't love."

"Right here and now?" Gerard mused, running his finger over his chin, "Aren't we feeling frivolous today?"

"Call me crazy." Frank shrugged when he was suddenly and firmly pushed down onto the sofa, a gasp leaving him as Gerard leaned over him, looking at him and taking him in for a moment before he leaned down, kissing him gently on the lips before he pulled back.

"This is what you want?" Gerard asked suddenly and Frank couldn't help the frown that furrowed his brows.

"Why?"

"I just..." Gerard ran a finger over Frank's bottom lip, "I thought maybe... Well, perhaps we could do something else. Something different."

"Like what?" Frank's intrigue was definitely piqued when he saw Gerard blush somewhat before regaining control of his expression, "Jesus, if you're nervous then..."

"Oh, no... No, no. I was merely contemplating something. " Gerard sat up on his elbow, "Now... This is an offer I won't put out again so don't take it lightly. It's a huge deal for me, boy."

"What?" Frank sat up and turned, crossing his legs as he looked down at his Master with confusion.

"You wanted a big gesture from me, correct? To show you that you mean everything to me and no one else does."

"Yeah..." Frank trailed off dubiously.

"Then how would you feel about some roleplay?" Gerard's eyes flickered up to Frank, "Or, in more depth, how would you feel about topping this time?"

"Wh- Are you fucking serious?" Frank blurted out, eyes growing wide as a small smile crept on to Gerard's face, his index finger tracing some unknown pattern on the sofa.

"Of course, I mean you don't have to." Gerard shrugged as he sat up, "I was just thinking of a big gesture. That is one for me."

"Have- I mean- Have you ever bottomed before?"

"Only twice in my life." Gerard explained, "The first time I was seventeen and it was my first time. A one-nighter, though, no one important. I just wanted to get it over with and I was too nervous to top. The second time was once I joined the lifestyle itself and I wanted to see if I was at all submissive so I gave it a shot. Clearly, I was mistaken. That was the last time I bottomed and it was over a decade ago."

"Was it with Bert?" Frank pried nervously and Gerard chuckled.

"You'd think so... But no." Gerard stood up, stretching slowly before he relaxed, "The first time was with my best friend at the time at a high school party. The second time belongs to a Mister Joseph as it were."

"Ty?!" Frank yelped out in surprise, shocked more than anything, "He topped you?"

"It was a mutual decision." Gerard chuckled, "I merely bottomed, I didn't try and sub for him or anything. It showed me who I was and brought him and I closer as friends, believe it or not. We've never looked back at it, never looked at each other that way again really. And we're comfortable that way. But we are close. We can see each other naked or even get as close as lovers do but there's never any tension or mutual longing between us. It's all a platonic admiration."

"Have you two ever hooked up since?"

"No, we haven't actually. Not until your stint yesterday, as it were. In fact, you're the first of my submissives that Ty has ever given a second glance." Gerard smirked down at his submissive with a dark twinkle in his eye.

"Wow." Frank muttered, "Suddenly I'm nervous."

"About?" Gerard asked as he took Frank by the hand and walked with him towards the staircase.

"Well, it's Ty. And I've seen Ty and his... Well, I can't even think of a nice way of putting it except comparing it to an almost-ten-inch water bottle. How am I meant to compete with that?" Frank muttered as he let Gerard tow him up the stairs.

"Believe me, my boy. I don't even remember what it felt like or what he did. And it's been so long that I doubt you could even compare. Besides, it won't mean nearly the same to me as it does now."

"But he's... I mean. You've seen what he's got going on." Frank whined as Gerard towed Frank down the hallway when they stopped and he turned and looked at Frank with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I have. And I've seen what you are endowed with too and I'm almost certain that I prefer yours." Gerard eyed Frank, who withheld the urge to roll his eyes.

"Oh, please." Frank scoffed, "You can't be serious."

"My dear boy," Gerard opened the door to their playroom and pulled Frank inside, closing it and dowsing them in darkness. Frank felt a sudden warmth of breath on his neck and he closed his eyes, "It doesn't matter just as long as I have you inside me."

"Fuck..." Frank breathed out, his hands on Gerard's hips were squeezing tightly.

"Come," Gerard muttered breathily before he reached out and turned the lights on, drenching the room in it's usual red and soft white lights.

"You're serious about this?" Frank breathed as Gerard took a step back, nodding as he unfastened his shirt.

"You get to decide what you want to do." Gerard muttered simply, untucking his shirt before he unbuttoned the rest of it and the cuffs of the white material, "Whether it's merely topping or Dominating."

"I-..." Frank trailed off as he watched Gerard in awe, watching as he shed his shirt and set it aside, pale skin on display and as perfect as ever in the crimson glow, "Wow."

Gerard reached out with his hand, taking Frank's shaky fingers in his own and he pulled him closer, loosening Frank's black tie from around his neck. Frank sprung back into reality then, shaking his head as he reached up and undid his own shirt, shrugging the black garment from his skin and throwing it in the same pile on the carpet where Gerard's was.

"What are you going to do?" Gerard asked in a soft voice as Frank undid the leather around his pale hips and unfastened the clasp on Gerard's emerald-colored slacks, pushing them down along with Gerard's black boxer briefs. Frank took in the older man in front of him, eyes skating and delectating over every inch, "Gag me?"

"Fuck, no." Frank replied as he pushed Gerard back to the bed and firmly sat him down, wedging himself between Gerard's legs, "I wanna hear you."

"Cuff me?" Gerard continued his asking as Frank unfastened his own black work pants and shook his hips free from the material.

"Definitely not," He huffed as he stepped out of the material, "Want you to mark me up."

Gerard slid back onto the bed, laying over the dark sheets completely bare, laying up on his elbows as he looked at Frank curiously, "What are you going to do?"

Frank didn't reply as he looked Gerard over for a moment, biting on his lip as he walked over to the nearby chest and opened it, opening one of the compartments to grab a bottle of lube before he returned.

"You'll just have to wait and see." Frank finally responded as he threw the lube onto the bed beside Gerard and walked around the bottom post before he stepped up onto the red-leather binding steps at the end of the high bed and climbed on. He crawled up over the bedspread between Gerard's legs, watching as the pale legs on either side of him lifted up, bent at the knees.

Frank kept himself up over Gerard, looking down at him before he leaned in, kissing him roughly. Gerard let out a small breath, kissing back as he lifted a leg and pulled Frank's lower body down into him. Frank's lips broke from Gerard's as a moan left him, gasping at the feel of their hips pressed together.

"Y-You sure about this, right?" Frank asked out almost breathlessly as he kissed Gerard again swiftly, his lips moving over Gerard's jaw and his neck, kissing and sucking gently. He heard Gerard moan quietly beneath him, the sound making even more sparks ignite in his stomach.

"So sure." Was all Gerard managed as Frank continued, trailing his lips over Gerard's collarbone, sucking a dark purple mark just beneath it that could at least be hidden.

"Good." He sat up, running a hand through his hair before he grabbed the bottle and opened it, squeezing the clear gel onto his fingers slowly, wiping the excess off onto the underside of his length. Frank sat back, running his hands up the inner of Gerard's thighs before he lifted him up slowly. He heard Gerard's breath catch in his throat as Frank slid a finger in, biting on his lip at the warmth that surprised him. He was glad he hadn't forgotten how to do this- knowing it hadn't been that long since he'd topped- maybe less than half a year. He didn't care about the details as he crooked his finger and slowly slid it in and out.

The sounds from Gerard were low and breathy, contained but all the more erotic to his ear. He added the second, watching Gerard buck his hips up to meet him in sync, his body trembling. Frank did his best to stretch, crooking and opening his fingers as they slid in and out, his other hand stroking himself in the same rhythm. He let out a low groan, looking down at himself and at both hands before he stopped, panting as he lunged forward and took Gerard's lips in his again.

Gerard let out a surprised moan, his tongue clashing with Frank's in a clear sign of desperation. Frank reached down, lifting Gerard's hips up as warm thighs wrapped over his sides and legs draped loosely over his waist. He reached down, running a hand over Gerard's entrance again, groaning low as he used some of the lube and ran it over his dick.

Gerard reached over, squeezing some lube out of the already opened bottle and laying it thick in his palm. Frank watched with a heavy-lidded gaze as Gerard's hand slid beneath them and gripped him. Frank cried out at the touch, gasping and all but keeling over as Gerard stroked him.

"Wh-Wait." Frank shuddered, a hand wrapping around Gerard's wrist as he panted, "G'na come."

Gerard remained silent, surprising Frank with no witty comeback or remark and when Frank looked up at his blond lover in the red glow he bit back a low simper, leaning down to kiss him roughly. Frank wrapped a hand around himself and lined up, groaning as Gerard tugged on his bottom lip.

Frank pushed in, whining low at the resistance against the head of his dick, feeling Gerard lift up against him and he slid in further. He gasped, panting when he heard Gerard moan, felt Gerard's nails digging into his biceps. He pushed in again in shorter thrusts, brushing Gerard's hair from his forehead in a gentle touch as the older man trembled against the sheets, legs still wrapped like a vice. Frank pushed in all the way with one more thrust of his hips, burying himself in Gerard, bottoming out as they both cried out. Frank's arms trembled as he tried to keep himself up, looking down at Gerard who had his eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed and perfect lips parted.

Frank rolled his lips slowly, the warmth and tightness around his dick had sucked every ounce of oxygen from his body and he felt dizzy. He pulled out carefully and slid back in, moaning low as the coils inside of his body tightened, latching on to his sanity- or whatever was left. He only then realized that this wasn't only his first time topping with Gerard, but he was topping raw. He hadn't been able to do that in years considering Ryan's extreme paranoia.

"Oh- Shit-" Frank keened as he repeated the action, feeling Gerard move with him, a hand knotting in his hair as the other held a tight grasp on his shoulderblade. Frank picked up his pace, sensing the urgency that he was being pulled at, and began thrusting in faster. He let out a soft cry at the tearing pain in his scalp from Gerard's tugging fingers, his one hand coming up to grip at the top of the iron headbar above them as the other fisted at the edge of the mattress. He kept up his swift and rapid strokes into Gerard as the latter let out his own symphony of short and lewd sounds- breathless moans that Frank couldn't have ever imagined on his own.

Frank opened his eyes, unable to look away, as he took the hand that was on his shoulder and slid it down between them, placing Gerard's clammy palm on his hard and leaking dick. Frank sat up, hoisting Gerard's hip up at an angle and kept on with his hard slams, grunting as Gerard stroked himself, moaning and throwing his head back into the pillow. Frank slipped his arms underneath Gerard's knees and unhooked them from around his body, opening his legs a fraction more as they stayed in Frank's arm crooks. Frank lifted Gerard's legs up somewhat, watching as he thrust into Gerard roughly.

Gerard lay his legs over Frank's shoulders as the latter bent back down, pressing himself against Gerard as he kissed and sucked at his pale skin. He could feel his climax running at him, chasing him and gaining on him like a pack of wolves and a lowly deer. He closed his eyes, his sole focus on his orgasm, hearing Gerard's breathless pants in his ear that sent a wave of goosebumps over his skin. Gerard's hips lifted, stuttering out of sync with Frank's own as they stilled, his hand still stroking desperately at his own dick. Frank glanced down, whining low at the slick precome that had pooled on Gerard's stomach, his hand still gripping the headbar for dear life.

"Sh- Shit- fuck- ah!" Frank cried, his body dropping down against Gerard's, feeling him clenching around his dick and it went straight to his head, ringing every bell. He gritted his teeth, knotting a hand in Gerard's hair as he held him close and fucked into him with a broken rhythm, feeling Gerard's legs shaking heavily. He tugged Gerard's head back, sucking on a spot on his neck after chasing a lonely bead of sweat with his tongue.

Gerard let out a moan, his body suddenly breaking into soft shuddering spasms as he came with a low and high-pitched whine of a moan. The sound was what every one of Frank's wet dreams sounded like in perfect embodiment. Frank fucked Gerard through his orgasm, barely holding on to his own control as he felt the spasms vibrate around his length. He didn't stop when Gerard went lax against him and stopped stroking himself, he didn't let go once his partner had hit his climax. He couldn't- he was so close- there was no way in hell.

"Come, boy. Come for me. Fill me up" Gerard whispered, his voice rough and heavy against Frank's ear. Frank gasped out at the filth that drilled into the pleasure-center of his brain as though it were being mined for oil, the few words striking up the match that ignited every inch of his skin.

He sped up in a second wind, grunting as he lifted himself up a bit, hand firm on Gerard's chest, nails raking thick welts over the skin. Gerard yelped out in surprise, body lifting automatically. The change in angle tipped Frank over, cutting the ties in his lower stomach before he was pushed off of the cliff. He shattered into a million exquisite pieces, thrusting into Gerard as he came deep inside of him. His moans were shaky and stuttered and the intense wave broke off too soon- far too soon for his liking.

He let out a whine as he came to a stop, hips stilling as he panted. He frowned, trying to keep himself up as the blue spots in his vision seemed to fade along with the fizzles in his fingers and toes.

"Fucking Christ..." Frank gasped softly, frowning as he pulled his hips back and slid out of Gerard, the two of them whining at the change.

"One way to put it, sure." Gerard murmured, smiling somewhat as Frank tried to assimilate with his surroundings, running a hand through his hair.

"You okay?" Frank looked down, eyes instantly meeting the red marks on Gerard's chest, "Oh shit, I'm so sorry!"

"Relax." Gerard sat up somewhat, leaning on his elbow, "Nothing I can't handle."

"No, let me. I gotta take care of you. That's how it works." Frank sat up properly before he got off of the bed, legs wobbling.

"If you insist." Gerard seemed far too amused as Frank pulled on his underwear and turned around, hands on his hips in what was meant to be a stern gesture when it looked more like an attitude that didn't fit.

"How about a shower?"

"Care to join me?" Gerard asked as he got off of the bed carefully and came to stand in front of Frank, looking down at him with a small smile.

"You're not really asking, are you?"

"Not really, no."