Spending the whole day in a graveyard could be considered Frank and I's definition of fun.

It was soothing, in a way. A reminder that we would all end up the same whatever we do. Memento Mori. 'Remember that you will die'.

Whether we are saints or assholes, we all end up six feet underground in a big box. The afterlife is another matter, of course.

The timid warmth of early spring was beginning to chase the snow, reduced to small white mounts on top of tombstones and branches. The golden rays of sunlight were piercing between the naked trees that were barely starting to grow buds a tender green. At last, some bold little flowers were piercing the snow.

That scenery was worth a painting. I mentally noted to give a try to my artistic hands, some day.

I felt something vibrate in my jeans. My phone, you bunch of sinners. I grabbed it and refused yet another call from Lindsey. Mikey and she hadn't stopped calling me all day, only because it was the third time I was skipping school this week - it was Wednesday. Well, boo-hoo.

I received another message from Mikey. Something that started with please - I didn't even bother reading the rest. It wasn't hard to imagine. 'Please come home, Gerard', 'please call me back, Gerard', 'please stop ignoring my texts, Gerard'.

I turned off my phone and hopped off the large tombstone I had been sitting on. Frank grinned at me, wrapped his arms around my hips and kissed me. We started making out in the cemetery. We were alone, besides the hundreds of dead beneath our feet, mind you.

Frank let out one of these small, merry giggles of his. He and I have been spending even more time together since out little pact ; I absolutely didn't regret making it. We were closer than ever and perhaps even genuinely happy.

It was us against the rest of the world, and no matter how much we denied it out loud, we secretly loved that.

Being outcasts made us special and brought us closer; we were so much less lonely than they were when it was just the two of us. Acting like outlaws made us feel more alive, and less blind in a way.

We hung out all day long. It was the first day in weeks that I was completely sober of all substances. In my defense - and to add a bit of cheesiness - I did feel high but only thanks to Frank. The drug in me was him.

The twilight had quickly become our only last source of lightening. Gotta love the late dawns and the early sunsets. It honestly was a breathtaking sight, though. The sky was on fire, and so were we.

Frank grabbed my hand. "My place?"

I tutted, shaking my head. "No way. Let's go to my place, for once. My parents are at work and Mikey will be at school for another couple of hours."

Frank hummed. We headed for my house and as soon as we had closed the front door and taken off our coats, he kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back.

Frank took off my jacket while he was kissing me, and me, his. I sensed my heart squeeze in my ribcage when I understood where this was going.

My back hit the nearest wall. Hands were needily groping everywhere they could. There was nothing we wanted more than to show how much we loved each other. In order to do so, I grabbed Frank's hand and led him upstairs, giving him a suggestive gaze that he perfectly understood.

I was honestly on autopilot at the moment, for example when my lips crashed back on his as soon as we walked in my bedroom, or when I led him to my bed. It all felt so natural to me. A scene for which we had rehearsed for months by making out and keeping on getting closer.

I sat down at the end of my bed and kissing Frank deeply, I lay down and dragged him down with me. Frank smoothly crawled on top of me. I tugged on the hems of his t-shirt eagerly and he received the message. He took his shirt off and tossed it aside. I did the same.

And all of a sudden, what was happening became much more real and intense.

I felt Frank's necklace come in contact with my chest as he leaned forward to press our bodies together. The piece of metal wasn't cold though, as Frank was always keeping it against his skin or trapped between layers.

The necklace was the only thing he kept on after stripping completely. I found it both moving and somewhat hot - put aside its symbolic.

Frank helped me take off the rest of my clothes and muttered reassuring words. I didn't doubt that he had done it with a few men before me, and he probably knew that I, hadn't. Only with girls, at least.

"It's okay," he said softly. "You know how this works, right? I can explain, if you want."

I snorted and swatted his forearm. "Thanks, but I know how to make babies, Frank. Or in that case, how to not make babies. Gay sex upside. Do you have, um..."

"Condoms? I should be asking you that, sweetheart. We're at your house, after all."

"Oh yeah, right..." I mumbled. I crawled out from underneath Frank and rummaged through my drawers. I extracted what we needed from the bottom of one. "Are you... Are you okay to wear one of these?" I asked shyly.

Frank snatched the condom from my hand. "I'm a punkhead junkie, but not an idiot. Who knows whatever shit Lindsey passed to you," he joked.

I smiled sadly and didn't say anything. I didn't want to think about my ex, right now. It was Frank and I's moment.

I sat down on the bed again but began overthinking what we were doing. Frank saw it and checked that I was okay with it. Snapping out of my daydream, I smiled at him and nodded.

Frank grabbed my shoulders, gently pushed me down and straddled me. "Whenever you're ready, Gee," he said softly as though he wanted to appease some agitated puppy.

I made direct contact to prove him how sincere I was when I told him that I wanted it. Frank smiled and captured my lips with his.

I soon felt them being replaced by a couple of fingers poking at my lower lip, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and Frank slid his fingers in it.

My lips tightened around them and I sucked gently, making eye contact with Frank through my eyelashes. Our eyes were locked as he slid his fingers in and out of my mouth at a slow, regular pace.

"Fuck..." Frank breathed out at the suggestively erotic, somewhat hypnotizing sight. I twirled my tongue around the bits of flesh. His breath hitched, and I sensed him grow more against my own crotch. The fingers kept sliding in and out invariably, as the man they belonged to stared down at me in wonder.

I could tell he'd spend the whole night envisioning the sin for the mere impure beauty of it, rather than actually committing it.

My arms reached out for his back, enlaced it like a vicious, sensual grip and trailed down. I grabbed his ass and pressed down on it to bring Frank closer to me, if that was even possible.

A hand of mine gently furled around the one that was exploring my mouth and dragged it away.

"We don't have an eternity to ourselves. So very little time, so let's make the most of it," I said softly, giving him doe eyes. I led his hand between my legs. Frank looked at me in slight shock as though it was the first time he'd explore me.

The digits penetrated me, as expected, yet it took me by surprise, in a way. Now that they were inside me, everything started feeling so real.

A smile appeared on Frank's face. He took advantage of his position to gain a bit of control over me. He cupped my cheek and kissed me with all the care in the world while he worked his fingers inside me, much like he was doing with my mouth seconds ago. Slow, gentle and deep.

The kiss distracted me from the stimulation the crooked fingers were giving me, but the weak moan I let out against his lips wasn't lying.

"Frank," I choked out softly.

"Shhh..." Frank let out against my cheek. His fingers were pressing on my walls, stretching them the best they could. Frank's mouth trailed down to my neck and he lingered on the soft, sensitive skin that made me utter little high-pitched cried.

After so much time being helpless in my life, I believed I had grown to love feeling helpless in bed. How easy was it to let someone take care of you and give you all the care you need...

Frank took his fingers out. That's when I felt something different be presented before my entrance ; not such a foreign sensation. Frank once again cupped my jaw and brought our faces together for emotional proximity.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked. As I was beginning to give my positive answer, Frank pressed himself inside of me.

I surprised myself by how easily I took it. Not him, no. How easily I took the pain that came with him. Frank had pushed his length deep inside me, and the sensation evoked me the way one would rip off a large band aid off a wound all at once. The pain was intense yet short-lived.

Frank let out a blessed grunt. Both of us knew he'd feel like Heaven inside me while I'd suffer Hell to begin with ; that's why he worked on soothing me.

He peppered kisses beneath my jaw, right where it made me weak, while rocking his hips inside me. I cursed the gods we only had my spit for lubricant.

Frank collected the tears that rolled on my temples and kissed me sweetly. His hips started moving in and out instead of simply rocking. In... and out. He layed his forearms on either side of my head for stability and progressively started getting more energetic with his thrusts.

As pleasure took over pain, obscene noises began escaping the depths of our throats. I had no longer any control over my facial expressions. The wet slapping noises were fast-paced and filled the room. It sounded deliciously obscene.

My eyebrows were raised and my mouth could only hand open. It had become impossible for me to kiss back whenever Frank would attept to.

I loved feeling caged by him while rammed into. The thought of being used for his sole pleasure, although inaccurate, was a clear turn on for me.

Frank's angel wings necklace poked at my skin in rhythm with his hips while he pounded me mercilessly.

"Ahh... Frank, Frank, ah!" I cried out in bliss clawing weakly at his back, giving him back some of that sweet pain. Frank shushed me, chuckling breathlessly.

In the midst of out passionate lovemaking, I gasped when I saw Mikey in the narrow doorway, looking down at us coldly, like a ghost haunting us. Frank stopped moving as soon as he heard my gasp and saw the shock on my face.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Am I going too hard?" he asked with genuine concern while deep inside me.

I looked at his face for a couple of seconds and once I glanced back behind him, Mikey was gone. Fuck, I hope I'm not seeing things.

I shook my head. I must have dreamt; Mikey was still at school. "No, it's fine. You're perfect. Sorry, I-I thought I saw something."

Frank chuckled. "Seeing ghosts, are we? Don't worry, you'll see something else soon. I'll make you see stars."

He kissed me deeply and picked up the pace of his hips. I completely forgot about my brother. Oh boy, did Frank make me see stars.

He resumed pounding me, except he started by slamming in, hitting a special spot that sent a violent wave of pleasure throughout my body. I choked on air. He was ramming into me harder than he was before we got interrupted.

It made the experience so much more intense. The sweet love-making turned deliciously aggressive and passionate.

"F-Frank-" I gasped, feeling my guts tighten. "Frank," I repeated - as it seems it was the only thing I knew how to say anymore.

"Come for me, Buttercup. Make a big mess for me," Frank purred calmly in the crook of my neck. His thrusts started getting even rougher, and unsteady.

I reached my climax, and Frank did too barely seconds after me. We clutched onto each other like rocks in the middle of a sea of pleasure's violent waves, crashing down on us.

Then, the calm after the storm. Frank pulled out and lay next to me. The both of us were still panting softly and smiling like two idiots, our hearts filled with a brand-new kind of chemistry bringing us together.

I nuzzled his neck affectuously, snuggling by his side. We cuddled without saying a word. Frank eventually turned to me to look at me and press our foreheads together. He poked my nose with his, making me giggle softly.

"I should go. It's pretty late," he whispered.

A wave of sadness hit me, but I knew he couldn't stay. I nodded, mouthing a 'yeah'. Frank kissed my forehead lovingly and got dressed.

"I love you. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" he said after putting on his black hoodie and skeleton gloves.

I sat up wincing slightly and smiled happily at him. "Of course. Love you too. Get home safe, baby."

Frank smiled back, nodding. He waved at me before climbing out the window, just in case - to avoid any unpleasant encounter in the house.

I kept grinning at my open window like an idiot, although there was a bit if sadness in that smile because Frank had just left. But I was truly happy.

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External POV :

Frank waved at Gerard. He threw his coat out the window, that landed on the ground in a thud. He swung his leg over the frame and crawled out the window.

He landed on the ground, hissing softly at the impact. He looked up at the window and grinned happily ; it was the first time he had felt complete in a while. He picked up his coat, chuckling to himself.

The night was as black as it could be around him. He lit a cigarette and his gloved hands brought it to his pierced lips. He inhaled the deadly smoke. The cigarette was glowing dimly in the dark and the smoke swirled around his face.

He started walking away, but someone standing on the path caught his attention and he stopped. Frank could recognize that tall, lanky silhouette with his eyes shut.

"What do you want? Are you here to congratulate me? Give us your blessing?" Frank taunted, cigarette hanging from his lips.

Mikey walked out of the shadows he had been dwelling in, waiting for Frank. His eyeliner framed his colder-than-ever green eyes.

"Not exactly," he stated, his ever so soft voice contrasting with his grave features and his clenched, chiseled jawline. Lindsey had told him about what happened to Gerard at the party. Mikey knew about the drugs, he had always known.

In fact, Mikey didn't see Frank as Gerard's problematic, troublesome boyfriend, and he never had - or at least not exclusively. He didn't hate people out of the malignancy of his heart.

Mikey also happened to see Frank as the dealer of the person he genuinely cared about the most. The alcohol, the drugs... It wasn't all new for Gerard.

And maybe Gerard had forgotten about it, but Mikey sure hadn't. He was holding a grudge for life. What the lanky teenager had walked into an hour ago was the last straw for him, but also the opportunity to make things right.

Maybe Gerard's brother wasn't all bark no bite, after all.

Frank's snarky smile slowly dropped when he saw that Mikey Way was carrying a baseball bat.

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