LONG OS LONG OS LONG OS (!)

This OS was cowritten with the flamboyant _life_on_mars :D

Hehehe you'll never guess who wrote what... (unless you really know my writing style but I doubt it bikini )
Anyway, enjoy!

Tw for violence, masochism/sadism and use of guns (but no death dw)

^ Them <3

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Of all the things Frank had dealt with, the guy that he'd been hunting down for the past 6 months was probably the worst he had ever seen.

The man seemed to have the most random obsession with him. It grossed Frank out. Having a stalker is a bad but having a serial killer stalker is so much worse.

He had been sent pictures of him around town and when he was at work. Some through his bedroom window others just of his house.

But the time he knew he had to act was when the man had taken pictures of him asleep and sent them too him accompanied by some... Unsanitary items.

The police knew his name. Gerard Way was the culprit. But it wasn't just stalking, no. There were several murders too. Each attack was like a sick twisted  breadcrumb trail.

Frank had gotten his locks changed, scared that he might be the killer's ultimate goal. He's even thought about moving to another state, or even country, just to get rid of the man that seemed to find him so incredibly interesting.

But he wouldn't. Because Frank Iero was also a police detective, the very detective in charge of the Way case. And he wouldn't leave the city a prey of that monster. He wouldn't let another person become the victim of Way's obsession or murderous urges.

So Frank Iero had no choice but to stop the killer.

"Sir, we got another one!" Officer Toro shouted at his superior as he made hiw way through the police station.

He gave his boss a sample of the killer's latest crime scene. "Blood everywhere, messy as usual. Heart ripped off and still missing." The officer informed.

Frank sighed. "You've got to be kidding me," he grumbled. That Gerard guy had been driving Frank up the wall for the past 6 months. He'd been messing with the detective for too long.

Frank sighed quietly to himself rubbing his temples grumbling to himself.

"Have had any mail, Ray? Downstairs was meant to send me a box of files on Gerard Way"

"I'll go check, Sir." Ray left.

After a few minutes, he came back with a shoe box. This thing just arrived. It's for you, Sir." He gave his boss the box.

"Since when do you stick with formal names? I'm not the captain or anything." he chuckled soflty taking the box. "That's lighter than I expected." he hummed setting it on his desk. "Thanks, Ray"

Frank opened up the box, not really paying much attention as he was multi-tasking before he actually looked inside. He dropped all of his stuff out of pure shock trying not to puke and was failing miserably.

"What's in the boooox?" Ray joked.

Frank lost the color in his face, in between a panic attack and being to shocked to feel anything at all.

"I...I found the heart." he said barely above a whisper

Ray's smile dropped and he peeked inside the shoe box. "Oh my god..." he gagged. "Call the forensics. Frank, Way just gave you his heart. Not his per se, but that gift isn't meaningless. Clearly, he wants you two to become a thing."

Frank glared at Ray. "Toro, this is a human heart. Nothing to joke about."

"No, no, you don't get it." Ray shook his head. "This, this is the sign that our killer is getting bored. See it that way. You're... taking it too slow. So he's giving you his heart."

"He wants us to meet..." Frank whispered. "We're gonna have a shot at catching him. He's giving us clues. He wants us to do something. Make a step. Ray, take this heart to the lab. Gerard must have let evidence that can lead us to him."

"Do we need to inform the press? They're pretty hooked on his killing spree." Ray asked.

Frank shook his head "No one else needs to know," he whispered "Im gonna go for a walk I need a minute" he said quietly.

"Alright. Take your time." Ray patted his shoulder. "I'm gonna deal with... That." He pointed at the heart in the shoe box.

Frank nodded a little, quietly shuffling out the room and to the toilets where he threw up. He left the building after.

•••
The black-haired man wearing sunglasses in autumn brought his cigarette to his thin lips. What black-haired man? The one before the police station. Waiting.

He had the audacity to show up at the headquarters of the people who had to catch him.

He watched the kid he paid with a dozen dollars put the box on the doorstep, then a man with an afro collected it. He knew who that afro guy was, and he knew the detective he was waiting for wouldn't take long to get out and run everywhere to go get him, like a confused little barking dog.

It was fun.
Gerard Way was a very bored man, and that was actually pretty entertaining. An old fashioned game of cat and mouse. Just like in elementary school - except this was a pegi 18 rated version of it.

Frank had no idea that Gerard was toying around with him like he was a puppet. However if he had known, and of course in very different circumstances, he might actually have found hot to be played with. But that's besides the point. That was a matter of life and death.

He grabbed his jacket, some file on Gerard Way, and kept his gun on him - just in case. You never know what might happen in New Jersey.

Frank walked out of the station by himself, heading for the same cafe he usually did because that's just what he did on his breaks.

He was completely oblivious to the man watching his every move as he wasn't paying attention. He still didn't know what Gerard looked like currently; all he had were old photos.

Gerard reajusted his glittery jacket. What is best to be invisible than being a show off? He followed Frank in the café and sat at the counter while the other one sat alone, at a table for two. How sad.

Gerard smirked. The detective was livid, he looked both scared and angry. Gerard watched him order some coffee and display some papers. An idea emerged inside the killer's head. Once the cup was ready to be taken, so he grabbed it.

"Hey, excuse me, that coffee isn't for you." A waitress objected.

"You must be new." Gerard shrugged. "I work here. Table 13. Got it. Now shoo, out of my way."

The waitress frowned at him suspiciously. Gerard rolled his eyes.

"Boo!" The excentric man suddenly said, making her gasp quietly and leave. Gerard grabbed the coffee and headed for table 13.

He waltzed to Frank theatrically and carefully put the cup of coffee before the detective, seemingly too focused on his... papers or whatever to pay attention to him, which aggravated the sociopath.

"Your coffee, sir. With the chef's thanks." Gerard said, grandiloquent as always.

Frank sighed quietly trying to adjust his thoughts. He'd heard the slight commotion but wasn't too bothered by it.

However, what made the cogs inside his mind start spinning were the waiter's words. The chef knew Frank's dad, and Frank himself of course. How odd

"You got the wrong table, I believe," Frank hummed, not looking up from his journal.

Gerard frowned confusedly.
"Yeah... Well that's on me. Watcha reading? Horror stuff? You look freaked." Gerard smirked, sitting on the edge of the table.

"It's confidential..." The detective mumbled, closing his book, shoving it in his bag, away from the stranger's eyes. "I mean. Some of it is. I'm a cop and I'm trying to track down some wackjob."

A grin appeared on Gerard's face. Hey, that's me! he thought.

"What do you think about him, huh?" Gerard inquired.

Frank hummed, looking up at the man. "He's literally insane. But I guess I kinda feel bad for him too. He's like a stalker, it's weird, but I just feel sorry for him. I suppose it's because he seems to desperately want my attention. It's kind of sad. The man got no friends. He's gotta have had something happen to him so he's like this.. "

"Oh yeah, that serial killer. Creepy, man. I've read a little bit about the murders. The heart in a box, man, that psycho watched Seven one too many times!" Gerard laughed. "If he wants your attention so bad, you'll end up meeting him, I'm sure. Don't worry about it. Enjoy your coffee."

Frank ignored the coffee. "Oh yeah? I mean, you can sit and talk if you want. It might help." He shrugged. "Maybe you could tell me where you read the heart in the box?" he peered into the man's eyes.

"Well, um, in the papers, like everybody else." Gerard said, his voice faltering a little when he realized that it had only occurred a couple of hours ago. "I mean, not the heart thing. I'm- I'm actually friends with a guy who is in the police. He just texted me about it." Gerard stated. "Your coffee is getting cold."

"Oh rad. What's his name, I might know him." Frank tilted his head a little. "Even better, we can go see him." he said with a smile getting  up, already pulling him out of the café holding the taller man's arm tightly.

"Heyyy! What the hell?" Gerard yelped as he was dragged out. He gave a sharp blow in Frank's stomach with his knee. He ruffled the detective's hair while he was bending in two in pain.

"Too bad for the coffee. I'm vexed." Gerard pouted before he started running full speed. He went for the little streets; he knew them by heart. That's where he grew up.

Frank groaned having not expected. It definitely didn't help his settle his stomach either. However he was quickly to chase after the stranger. He also happened to know the area like the back of his hand so it wasn't too hard.

"Gerard, this is ridiculous!" he yelled. He pulled his gun on him once he'd gotten into an alley way. "Run and I won't hesitate to fire!"

Gerard felt his heart swell with pride. Frank knew his name, and he now knew his face. This was getting interesting.

He started laughing while running, high on serotonin and adrenalin. Taking the narrow streets enabled him to take turns quite often. If Frank wanted to have a shot, he'd have to catch up with him and be right behind him. No way.

Gerard climbed a metallic fence with agility and resumed his race.

Frank wasn't far behind him and kept chasing him climbing up the same fence but didn't jump over. Instead, he tried shooting Gerard in the leg using the higher ground as a way to get better aim.

Gerard heard the bang echo, making him shiver. Yet he felt no pain. He turned around to face Frank on top of the fence.

"Ha! Missed me! You're a crappy shot, Katniss!" Gerard cackled.

Bang.

Gerard let out a cry when the bullet dug in his left shoulder. That made himdrop his cocky act and he ran away while the bullets were raining.

"Fuck..." Gerard said through gritted teeth. It hurt like hell, but Gerard truly lived for these sorts of thrills. 'Well done'.

He hopped on one of these outside iron staircases and climbed them really fast. 'Let's take this game higher...' he thought, heading for the rooftop.

Frank rolled his eyes, hopping over the top of the fence and following him.

Gerard reached the rooftop, a little out of breath. He let out a laugh and faced Frank, not so phased by the gun pointed at him.

"Gerard, enough! You don't have to keep running! All I want to know is, why?!"

"Sure. Because if I surrender, you'll just let a murderer walk away out of the goodness of your heart. What do you even want to know? You're gonna have to be more specific." Gerard said, spreading his arms theatrically like the dramatic hoe he was. He slowly stepped back as he talked, away from Frank.

"I can't let you go, but I can at least guarantee you won't get put on death row." Frank promised.

"Death is better than prison. Poor little man, so attached to life... You don't get it, do you." Gerard said, shaking his head. "What did you want to know? I'm curious."

"Just- why? All of it why? I don't get it! What did all these people do to get stabbed to death?! What did I do to you to have a psycho break into my house, follow me around... You sent me a fucking person's heart! Your killing innocent people for no reason!"

"It's simple." Gerard pouted amusedly, almost laughing. "I'm bored."
He bowed down. "Now, you'll excuse me, but I have to go."

Frank twitched in anger and shot the black-haired man, in the leg this time. "Nuh-uh. Sure you will."

Gerard yelped and growled in pain, holding his leg. "What the hell?! Fucking bitch, you'll pay for these bullets! Don't think you'll get any favor out of me when I get to rip your heart out!" He yelled.

He turned away and prepared to jump on the other bulding's roof. The streets were narrow so there wasn't much of a gap, but Gerard was wounded.

He would go for it. Either Frank shot him in the back, but that wasn't like him and Gerard didn't mind dying, or he'd get the chance to jump. Once again, Gerard would either fall and die or escape. But never would he let Frank handcuff and arrest him. No. Gerard would never let them take him alive.

"Bye." Gerard panted and started running, ignoring the pain in his leg. He jumped and managed to get back on his feet. He knew Frank wouldn't follow.

Gerard had noticed how detective had gone soft through the years Gerard had been watching him.

The murderer ran away, disappearing in the little streets. Frank had watched in awe as he had jumped.

Frank had gained so much information about the man he'd tried capturing he judged unnecessary to chase him alone. He wanted to learn more about him so he could beat Gerard at his own game.

It was risky considering that if he failed, innocent lives could be lost, inckuding his own. But Frank trusted his guts.

He didn't go back to work after Gerard had vanished. Instead he went home and priced together everything on his board in his office  he didn't know why but things were starting to make sense now.

•••
Gerard returned - well, limped - to the abandoned factory. His home. His haven.

He collapsed on a stolen mattress on the floor, not caring at all about his own blood leaking on it. He eventually stood up, grabbed a knife and some clean pliers that had cut a finger or two in the past. He still had a bullet in his shoulder.

Gerard widened the hole and dug the pliers into the wound in order to reach the bullet and take it out. He disinfected the wound, sewed it and did the same with the wound on his leg.

His leg was aching too much, making him collapse against a wall. Yet he was feeling elated, a feeling quite out of place compared to the physical pain that was making him sweat.

An uncontrollable fit of laughter took over him. He reached out for his pocket and took out the wallet he had stollen from the detective while he was getting dragged out of the café.

He toyed with the wallet and chortled until the lack of hair made him stop.

•••
Frank had gotten home fairly quickly and kept working almost erratically with the analysis the labs had sent him. A bit of dirt in the shoe box, coming from ground with certain chemicals in it.

There was a map with pins on every abandoned factory in town. He had come to the conclusion that Gerard was living in one. The box was one a fancy pair of shoes from a store specialized in prom outfits.

"Shoes for prom..." Frank mumbled. "You wanted to hint your adress so I could meet you there. It's a date. I just have to figure it out..."

Frank felt like he was over interpreting. The whole case was wearing it out to the point that the second he sat down, he nearly passed out from needing to rest, but his mind was racing 100 miles per second.

By the time he actually got to bed, he looked like a mess. He didn't even lock his windows or his door the way he usually did. He was that out of it.

Gerard couldn't get Frank out of his mind. He had nothing to do in life but kill. He was numb, and bored; he was an empty shell. A killing machine.

•••
Gerard took care of his wounds and left in the middle of the night to grabbed a cup of iced coffee. He didn't drink it, though.

No, he went straight to Frank's house.
Oh, the nice little home he had.
Oh, how Gerard wanted to tear it apart.

The killer didn't need much effort to sneak in. He delicately put the cup of coffee on Frank's desk.

Frank stirred in his sleep, slightly hearing footsteps but soon fell into a deeper sleep before Gerard had even gotten into the room.

The killer lit a match and walked around the flat, like a specter and its glowing soul. He peered at all of Frank's clues.

"Mmh, getting closer, I see..." he mouthed, holding the flame at the board. Glancing at Frank's bed, he smirked. "Good boy."

Gerard quietly inched closer to the bed and stood near the sleeping man. He was slumped like a little bear hibernating.

Gerard's leg started hurting again and he had the sudden urge to drop the match in Frank's bed. He ached for a good arson. To burn down the whole house, Frank with it.

'No. Not yet. This is not the final act. This is too easy.' Where was the fun in killing Frank in his sleep?

Gerard didn't really want Frank to die. But he really wanted Frank to burn. To... Burn...

He wanted Frank to turn into an enraged, destroyed pile of ashes. Weak, angry, desperate. Destroyed.

Gerard bit his lower lip and repressed his excitement. He put out the match and left the house.

He went back to the factory. He had decided to wait for Frank's venue patiently. In the meantime he would get ready, amorously cleaning his sharp metallic friends.

•••
Frank woke up the next day. There was a cup of coffee on his desk. What the hell was that doing there? It was his favorite flavor, meaning he had probably bought it and forgotten about it.

He shrugged and dran it, sat on his couch as he prepared himself to explore one of the abandoned factories that used to release the chemicals found in the dirt.

•••
Gerard was sharpening a blade when he heard the crunching sound of tires on gravels. He froze and quietly hid.

Frank decided to be nosey and got out keeping his gun aimed checking every corner as he went to the door pulling it open.

He stepped forward and saw a mattress on the floor. There were polaroids on the wall, but the detective didn't get time to look at them before somebody pounced on his back and tugged an iron wire with both hands against his neck.

"Drop the gun." Gerard ordered, pulling at the wire to strangle Frank. "Drop it!"

The detective yelped when Gerard full on yeeted himself at him, dropping the gun when he was told to so he wouldn't have his throat cut clean by the wire.

"Good boy." Gerard said through greeted teeth as he replaced the wire with his arm, trying to choke the detective.

Frank grabbed his wrist and threw the criminal over his shoulder to the ground. Gerard fell heavily, grunted in pain and rolled on his side, quickly standing up.

He tackled Frank on the ground, immobilized him and began punching his face repeatedly.

Frank groaned as he hit the floor, trying to protect his face the best he could but Gerard's blows were so aggressive and harsh that his vision went triple. His heard was pounding in his ears along with a high-pitched ringing.

Now that Frank was stunned, Gerard could drag him where he wanted. He grabbed a rope he had previously tied into a noose and wrapped it around his neck.

Gerard threw the knot over a beam and wrapped the noose around Frank's throat. He grabbed the other end of the rope and tugged on it. The noose tightened, choking Frank.

The detective was panicking, desperately trying to pull the rope away from his neck so he wasn't choking.

Gerard tugged on the rope with all his might, lifting Frank from the ground. Frank's slight bit of relief to breathe was stripped away when the rope was yanked over the beam, hitching his own body higher and higher. He was getting hanged.

Frank's legs were kicking in the air while Gerard held the other side of the rope, laughing like a madman. Frank clawed at the noose around his neck, panicking even more as he lost the ability to touch the floor mixing his legs out frantically, gasping for air in an ultimate effort to stay alive.

The sides of his vision were blurring quickly. He knew he was getting out of air and would pass out in 30 seconds from lack of oxygen, and most likely die.

Gerard suddenly let go of the rope, causing Frank to drop on the floor, barely conscious.

Gerard grabbed his body like he weighed nothing and placed him on a chair. Frank didn't have enough strength left to fight against the killer when he grabbed some more ropes and bound his ankles, wrists and chest tightly to the chair.

"Shhh, shhh." Gerard shushed patronizingly while Frank was coughing his lungs out.

The taller one crouched to observe his prey. He loved having Frank faint. "What am I gonna do with you to have fun?" He questioned rhetorically.

Gerard already knew the answer. He put on some gloves and went back to the detective. He grasped Frank's shirt and ripped it open, revealing his torso. Grabbing a knife with one hand, he palped Frank's side with the other one.

"Like to get your skin carved, Iero?" He commented at the sight of the tattoos on his chest.

Gerard already knew about each of Frank's tattoos of course. He was obviously a bit of a voyeur, which also included intimate moments, such as showers.

"Well, let's carve this pretty skin..." Gerard mumbled, palpating Frank's ribs. He intended to cut following the pattern of Frank's ribs.

"Men have 24 ribs. Cutting will take a while, so get comfortable." Gerard twirled a scalpel in between his fingers.

He knelt between Frank's legs and traced a rib with his gloved fingertip to know where to cut.

"I-I only got 22" Frank croaked out, his voice hoarse. "If you were that dedicated you'd know that." he breathed out, closing his eyes to get the room to stop spinning.

Gerard laughed. "Oh I'm dedicated, alright?" he said, not completely unsensitive to the provocation. "And from what I've seen, so are you. That was quite a little investigation, at your house. TV show-worth."

"Well, the guys at work think I'm making half of it up so I'm not allowed to put it on the boards." Frank said, sounding a little better.

"Self-conscious about stalking your crush?" Gerard teased, patting Frank's thigh. "Did you get the prom thing? And the dirt?"

Frank nodded, still catching his breath completely. His throat was sore.

"Good. Smart, wasn't it?" He picked a rib and started digging in the flesh with the scalpel, from the side to the solar plexus.

He held back a hiss of pain trying to keep as still as possible closing his eyes tightly

Gerard proceded to cut again, intending to mark every single rib on Frank's chest. It was pretty superficial, but deep enough to bleed.

Gerard loved blood. He loved it messy.

Gerard shushed Frank whenever he'd whimper. "Don't be a big baby. Did I cry when you shot me?"

"Piss off" Frank growled, trying to force his way out of the restraints.

"Why are you using bad words?..." Gerard pouted, playfully pressing his gloved finger against an oprn cut.

He gasped soflty squirming a little to get it off not wanting gee to know that hot but let a soft whine escape his lips going bright red as it happened.

"You're pretty vocal tonight, honey. Do you want me to be more gentle when I dissect you?" Gerard joked, carving yet another rib.

Frank. Fucking. Moaned. And he went a shade brighter, whimpering.

Gerard's eyes trailed up slowly, very slowly. He wasn't sure he had heard correctly. "I beg your pardon?"

Then Gerard saw it. His face was, after all, a couple of feet from it. He grabbed a knife in his pocket and poked the prominent budge in Frank's pants with it.

"You..." Gerard began, a smirk appearing on his face. "...are one sick bastard."

He whimpered soflty and squirmed again his breathing hitching as he saw Gerard pull the knife back out freezing when he was poked with it.

Gerard put his gloved index on the buldge, then his middle finger, and made the two step up slowly over the buldge.

"Well well..." Gerard smirked, tacing the buldge, with his knife, this time. "What made your little friend stand to attention, huh? Is it from being hanged, or having your skin slashed open?"

Frank whined, sounding a little like an attention depraved puppy which he basically was. He shamefully got turned on just from Gerard's hand being... there... And Frank was so completely helpless. At the mercy of a complete psychopath, and a murderer.

Frank was panting softly with his jaw slack, looking like something out of literal porn. The thin layer of sweat on his bare chest wasn't helping that impression.

He watched the knife almost in a daze, avoiding to make eye contact with Gerard not to get in too much trouble. Perhaps he was actually in less trouble than a minute ago, but embarrassment was fogging his brain.

"T-The last one, primarily. But also... Choking..." Frank confessed, barely hearable. But Gerard had heard.

"How did I become so lucky..." Gerard mumbled to himself. He had watched Frank a lot, but behind that grave attitude of his, Gerard would never have thought that Frank was masochistic to the extreme. Perhaps Frank was finding it out right now as well.

Gerard undid Frank's belt and opened the button of his jeans. He zipped down the fly like he was slowly unpacking the big present under his Christmas tree.

Frank's legs trembled faintly. He tried keeping his cool, but the sharp stings in his sides were doing things to him. Along with being restrained, helpless, humiliated, and endangered.

There was a killer with a knife threatening to kill him slowly. But a killer who happened to be dangerously attractive, and currently kneeling between his legs, right before his crotch, teasing him openly and exposing him.

He had found himself caught in the unstoppable gears of... the horny.

Gerard ran his thumb over the fabric of his boxers through which he felt a twitch.
"I bet you're dying for me to do something about it." Gerard mumbled.

An unstopable urge of making Frank suffer overwhelmed him, but he had enough self-control to master his actions and decide to make it last.

Gerard had complete power over his mind and body right then and if he was left much longer without attention, he might have become a vegetable.

"P-please..." he whined. "Please, Gerard." he begged whimpering and whining just like a dog.

Gerard's heart started beating faster. Frank had always fueled some twisted obsession from him. Now he was thrilled, but it was a kind of excitement that had never experienced when it came to Frank.

He straddled Frank's hips impulsively. He wanted to own completely the detective, make him crumble, crush his body, his mind. He wanted to use him.

The latter being tied up to a chair, Gerard easily settled on his lower stomach, carefully avoiding his sensitive area.

Gerard introduced the blade into Frank's mouth. "Suck it. Fucking suck on it."

Frank moaned when Gerard sat on his lap, the faint added pressure still feeling good on his dick.

He looked at the killer with wide eyes filled with a mix of dread and twisted arousal. He twirled his tongue around the knife, trying to avoid the sharp edge. Gerard, on the other hand, twisted it constantly to try and inflict cuts to his tongue and his inner cheeks.

Frank tightened his lips around the blade to immobilize it, but Gerard started working it in and out, cutting a little a corner of Frank's mouth who squeaked.

Frank opened his mouth and began licking the flat side of the knife. He didn't know when he stopped caring and simply twirled his tongue all around the blade, boldly making. He thought that might be his way to a form of release.

Gerard was enjoying this game to say the least, which went from cat and mouse between the knife and the tongue to a full tango between the two. The little cuts inside Frank's mouth and on his tongue were bleeding and Gerard could see the blood accumulating in his mouth.

Gerard tried pushing the knife a little deeper inside his mouth, poking on the soft upper walls of his throat. He noticed how Frank's Adam's apple would now twitch, which meant that Frank had to swallow his own blood, or else he'd choke.

That was driving Gerard crazy. All of a sudden, he took the knife out, wrapped his arms tight around Frank's neck and pulled him in a deep, aggressive kiss.

Nothing romantic in that, Gerard simply wanted to have a taste of Frank's blood. In fact, Gerard put so much force into that kiss that Frank's neck was bent backwarks.

The detective found himself blessing Gerard's arms around his neck that prevented his neck to be in a too awkward position.

Gerard explored Frank's mouth with his tongue, licking on Frank's wounded one, tasting the blood.

Frank didn't flinch when the small amounts of pain. He was enjoying it more than he should be. He tried kissing back needily, rocking his hips up against Gerard.

Gerard grabbed Frank's throat abd squeezed. "Stop that, or that knife goes straight through your neck." He threatened in Frank's ear.

The latter gasped soflty, keepin his hips still, and whined quietly. "Might have been a little hot if I didn't die from that..." he whined.

Gerard laughed. "I see that you're starting to get it. It's not about staying alive. It's all about having some... fun!"
He started grinding his hips down on Frank's bulge.

Frank practically melted from the sudden act, moaning loudly, unable to stop himself from moving his hips along.

"Fuck..." Gerard whispered out as their crotches collided. "You know you're not getting out of here alive, right?"

"I don't care" he moaned soflty panting heavily.

Gerard's eyes started shining. Now he was truly enjoying himself. "You better let yourself go then..."

He grabbed the hems of Frank's open shirt and pulled them to reveal as much of Frank's skin as he could - considering that Frank was still completely restrained.

Gerard bit down hard on the muscle in the crook of Frank's neck, for the sole purpose of hurting him.

He whined soflty letting Gerard do as he pleased with his shirt. "What are you gonna do with me?" he panted.

"Shhh. What do you think I'm going to do now, my insignificant little painslut?" Gerard said darkly, humping Frank slowly.

"Oh fuck..." he mumbled, bucking his hips again. "Call me dumb..." he whined under his breath.

A smile appeared on Gerard's face and he full on slapped Frank. "Self-aware, I see."

He took a fistful of Frank's hair and yanked it back to expose his neck. "I would if I felt generous enough to use you as my fuckmeat." He said contemptfully, chewing at Frank's Adam's apple.

"You did figure out the prom thing, didn't you. And you still came. Now let's say you are my prom date." Gerard nibbled on Frank's earlobe. "You know what prom dates usually do when the party's over..."

Frank shivered and felt his dick twitch.
'Another party get started'.

"What do you say, huh?" Gerard bit the front of Frank's neck and pressed his hips down on the detective's rock hard crotch. "Gonna let me fuck you like a dumb little bitch?"

Frank gasped soflty just from the bite moaning soflty when their hips met, getting a lot louder from the degrading name.

Gerard slapped Frank again. "Answer when I talk to you." He seethed, pressing the blade of his knife against his throat.

"Y-yeah... Gonna let you fuck me. Wanna be a good boy" he whined soflty. Frank had the need to give himself to the killer completely.

"You're digging your own grave of indecency." Gerard shook his head, but that was clearly not meant as an insult.

He stood up and in a matter of seconds, his kife shredded Frank's pants into pieces. He yanked his boxers down so they pooled at his still bound ankles.

Gerard knelt between Frank's legs yet again, admiring his raging erection now free from all fabric. He poked the member with the flat edge of his knife, watching it dangle slightly.

"I should fucking cut it off..." Gerard mumbled. "Imagine the fun."

Frank titled his head a little watching him destroy his clothing. He whined quietly and tried staying dead still so he didnt cut his dick as he wouldn't enjoy that at all.

"C-can you wait till I'm dead to do that?" He pleaded.

Gerard reached out for Frank's dick slowly, almost hesitantly. He just took a hold at it and pulled out the foreskin to expose Frank's tip. Then he let go and watched Frank whine.

Gerard wasn't very sure of what he wanted to do after that unexpected turn of events. Kill him? Enslave him? Fuck him? Torture him? Humiliate him? Probably all of these. But in what order?

Frank's dick was twitching aggressively and Gerard knew exactly how Frank was feeling at the moment, completely unable to touch.

A drop of precum glided down Frank's shaft. Without thinking, Gerard collected it with the very tip of his tongue, which he dragged up following the track while smirking at a needy Frank trying to buckle up his hips as much as the ropes were lettig him.

"Ah!" Frank gasped when Gerard's mouth was near his dick, fucking lapping at it squirming around.

Gerard pulled away. "Maybe I should just leave you here, all tied up, fucking the thin air like a bitch in heat. It would be a very nice show."

"Please don't! Please don't make me" he cried.

Gerard let out a maniac laugh. "Oh, but what would you do about it if I decided so?" He grinned sadistically.

Gerard placed his hand on his own semi through his jeans. "I could just make you watch and suffer..."

He slipped his hand in his pants and started palming himself, letting out whorish moans. "Ah- Nghh, fuck... Fuckin' hell..."

He squirmed on purpose between Frank's legs to put on a show, the tip of his nose sometimes poking slightly Frank's dick. He wanted Frank to scream and beg. To snap. To lose his fucking mind.

Frank was already crying from how needy he was, whining loudly as he watched intently Gerard pleasure himself.

"Please! Gee, please touch me, fuck me, just- do something!" he begged. His member was painfully swollen and needed release. At that point, Frank considered 'fucking the thin air' as Gerard put it.

Gerard let out an exaggeratedly loud moan that actually turned into a sadistic, mocking laugh.

He opened his eyes and devoured Frank with his gaze. Seeing the latter cry and buckle his hips was a delightful sight.

Gerard pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting his own dick spring free, and immediately straddled Frank's waist. He was starting to get very hard himself.

He rubbed his ass back on Frank's dick, sliding the shaft in his buttcrack.

Violence was bubbling in his blood. He knew that what was meant to happen, and he knew it was about to happen hard.

Frank moaned loudly, bucking his hips when Gerard was giving himthe chance to, rubbing agianst his ass, sliding his dick up and down between Gerard's plump cheeks. It just felt so good.

"You motherfucker..." Gerard growled lowly out of nowhere. He aligned himself with Frank and pressed Frank's tip inside him. Frank being unable to move an inch, Gerard knew he'd have to do the whole job.

Frank whimpered, letting his head fall on Gerard's chest. Gerard let out a guttural growl as he sunk down Frank's dick, ignoring the pain of the stretch that made his eyes teary.

Soon, he bottomed out. He knew the both of them wanted it brutal so he didn't waste time before lifting his hips and sinking down again.

Frank cried out as Gerard bottomed out. "Fuck. Gee, fuck."

"That's what what I'm doing, baby. That's what I'm- nghh... Doing..." Gerard grunted, his voice helplessly getting moanish.

He rocked his hips and lifted them up and down, each time a little faster. The thought of using Frank as some sex toy glued to his chair was turning him on so much. He fastened his pace even more.

Frank was already fucked out, just constantly moaning and whining leaning his head back panting.

Gerard was humping Frank's dick aggressively. He dug his nails into Frank's chest and scratched it like a furious cat. Strings of angry curses were making their way out of his mouth.

He jerked his head back too when he found his own sweet spot and hit it repeatedly, bouncing on Frank's cock. Gerard grabbed his and started pumping himself.

"Fuck!" He cried out. "Dumb fucking whore- you f-fucking... O-oh god..."

Frank sat there drooling, his brain had gone to mush from pleasure, moaning as he thrust his hips up in rhythm with Gerard.

Gerard hopped on Frank's dick with all his might, slamming down on him while Frank thrust up awkwardly. Both were practically screaming at this point.

Gerard grabbed Frank's neck and squeezed with both hands. "Uh, uh, ohhh!" he cried out and started convulsing as he came hard and went limp.

Frank's eyes rolled back as he began to get closer. Feeling Gerard cum in front of him and seeing it happen caused him to lose it screaming Gerard's name as he came, his hips stuttering slightly.

Gerard was slumped on Frank who was still inside him. He jolted faintly and let out a weak whimper when he felt Frank release inside him.

The taller one stayed still for a minute to catch his breath and relax. On his face appeared a smile that, for once, wasn't a smirk.

He panted heavily keeping his eyes close absolutely exhausted and wasn't gonna object if cuddles were offered as that's probably the best fuck he's had in a while. Possibly ever.

He was a little out of it still recovering from it his head tucked away in gees shoulder panting a little

Gerard had made his decision. He lifted his hips, feeling Frank's cum drip out of him as he unstraddled Frank and stood up.

He made his way to his 'tools' and grabbed a rag. Making his way, behind the tied up man, he soaked the fabric in chloroform.

He pressed it on Frank's face, wrapping his free arm around his face so the detective would stay still.

Frank did his best not to breathe trying to tug his head away out of his grip, feeling himself getting drowsy. But he was still catching breathe from the sex. His body felt weaker and his arms went limp and floppy as he couldn't help but start to breathe the drug after 30 seconds. Trying to keep his eyes open as the drug took effect.

"Shhh... Just go to sleep..." Gerard purred.

He adored the sensation of having Frank pass out in his arms. And when he was passed out, oh Lord! He was so vulnerable.

Soon Frank was out like a light. Gerard could easily snap his neck, or stab hus throat.

He had decided otherwise.

The killer grabbed his knife and cut off Frank's restrains.

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When Frank had finally started to stir, he groaned quietly trying to pull his hand over to rub his eyes, whining when the recent events came hurdling back at him.

He tried getting up but he was stuck. He was lying down on a mattress, his ankles and wrists cuffed to metallic rings in each corner.

Once he'd given up, he noticed that he was only in his boxers and noticed the presence of a human being lying next to him. If you could call Gerard human that is.

Gerard was coiled by Frank's almost naked self, caressing his chest very gently with his fingertips. He was focusing on Frank's heart beating and imagined it stopping, all of a sudden.

He started seeing how Frank would shake, gasp, fight for life as his blood became poisonous. And Gerard wouldn't do a damn thing to save him.

He pictured himself holding close a dying Frank, then feeling him slowly become cold and stiff against his skin. He would get to feel the life fly out of Frank's body.

But instead of this scenario, Frank's heartbeat quickened. That's when Gerard knew that Frank was waking up and getting aware of his surroundings.

"How did you sleep, lovebug?" He asked nuzzling his chest, knowing that the nickname would make the detective cringe - and that Frank was in pain anyway so there was no need to ask.

The man's breathe would hitch slightly each time Gerard's lips would get close to his nipple gulping quietly.

"Don't call me that." he grimaced. He genuinely thought that he was still asleep and that this was a really weird dream.

Gerard devoured his whole body with his eyes. "You seemed to have had your fun, last time..." he said, running his fingers on the cicatrizing wounds he had inflicted on Frank then bandaged while the detective was out. The criminal would press down on the bandages from time to time to make Frank hiss.

"I didn't. Your not even close to the best fuck I've had" he said through gritted teeth as Gerard started poking and prodding at his sides.

"Mmmh. Is that true though? Your moans were telling another story..." Gerard pressed his fingers hard on Frank's cuts. "Painslut."

"I-I never said I didn't like it. I just said you weren't the best." He shrugged "Most of the time it's less hurting, more pleasure." He said, hissing quietly his body jolting slightly from the pain.

"Don't lie to yourself." Gerard said, barely above a whisper. "Being closer to death is what makes you feel alive the most. And no one would ever have the guts to cut you open like I do..."

"That's not a nice image at all. Thought you were gonna kill me anyway? Or was that too bittersweet for you? Or could it be that your inner slut just loved my dick up your ass a little too much?"

Gerard's smile dropped. He sat up and glared down at Frank. "Shut the fuck up. Don't reverse roles. You're the slut."

"First stage : denial." Frank rolled his eyes, repressing a smirk. "I think you did though. Loved it so much your little ass you barely had to touch yourself."

Anger was bubbling inside Gerard. He suddenly straddled Frank, perceptibly seething.

Frank rolled his eyes. "You gonna hurt me because you came on my dick, Way? Pain isn't a punishment."

"Yeah, because we both know you'd like that too much." Gerard slapped the cuffed man hard. "You're in no position to try and fool me. Look at you. The fierce detective is just one stupid whore..." the killer chanted mockingly.

He whimpered soflty form the impact of the slap "Ow..."

Gerard grabbed his throat and leaned down on him. "I have more self-control than you ever will, don't you dare try to tease me."

Frank squirmed a little under him "I-I'm not teasing you" he whined trying to breathe.

"Liar liar, pants on fire..." Gerard said theatrically and squeezed his throat.

Frank moaned soflty. "Fuck- Almost there..." He smirked a little to himself.

"What are you saying?" Gerard mumbled, still squeezing to enjoy the sight of Frank turning red.

"It could be interesting to have you turn bunkers though. I wouldn't feel so lonely..." Gerard pouted before he leaned down even more and bit hard on Frank's shoulder.

Frank moaned soflty biting his lip bucking his hips up. He had fucking cummed. Untouched.

Gerard released his grip on Frank's neck and looked at him in disbelief when he saw Frank's face twist in pleasure. He felt the detective twitch and a patch of Frank's boxers get wet beneath him.

"Dare to say you're not a slut now?" Gerard dug his nails into Frank's chest and dragged them down, almost breaking the skin. "I see you're getting comfortable here."

Gerard started rocking his hips on Frank. Once again he leaned forward. He lay his tongue flat at the base of Frank's neck and slowly licked all the way up to his cheek.

Gerard knew that in Frank's company, he would never get bored again. He had finally found his perfect, everlasting source of entertainment.

"My turn now." Gerard purred in Frank's ear.

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