How many ways can I say that I need you baby, it's true
I think I might die without you
♡

Gerard had stopped crying now completely and Mikey was rightfully worried. He never voiced his worries though because Gerard seemed okay and that didn't happen too often.
Mikey was also worried about why his father hadn't come back upstairs yet.

"Where is daddy?" Gerard asked.

"Read my mind." Mikey replied

There was the sound of the door opening about five minutes ago and now they were both sure their dad was no longer in the house. They sat enjoying silence other than their breathing that had now calmed.
The door was opened again and footsteps were heard coming into the house. Then there was some brief talking then more movement.

"M-Mikey, who's he talking to?" Gerard asked shakily tugging at his brothers sleeve.

Mikey didn't answer he just moved Gerard to the floor next to them and walked down stairs. Gerard watched as he disappeared around the corner withought a word. Gerard sighed standing up and going to his bathroom to wash off his red face. He noticed more talking downstairs and he guessed that Mikey was now talking with whoever was downstairs.

After cleaning himself up he went to sit down on his bed, wincing as he did so because of the stinging on his bottom. He let out a whimper as he tried to sit atleast semi-comfortably.

"Yeah hes right upstairs, he's feeling down he'd probably be very glad to see you." He heard his father say.

There was more footseps coming up and Gerard ached with anticipation.

"Hello, Gee."

Bert stood there with a sickening grin and hair as greasy as always. Gerards breath quicked as he backed up to his headboard.

Bert snorted. "Stop trying to hide, if I wanted you I could have you." He said walking around Gerard's room.

Bert looked over to Gerard who looked absolutely terrified just by his presence. He chewedhis lip as he stared at all the little teddy bears on Gerard's shelves. They were all so sweet and soft. Delicate. Just like the boy he was sure he was in love with. But how do you exspress something that you've never experienced?

"I-I'm sorry." Bert said quietly pucking up one of the stuffies. The same one he had picked up the first time they had met. "Um. . . how are you doing?"

"Amazing." Gerard said sarcastically.

"Oh."

Bert sat the bear back down and sniffled. He wasn't quite sure what to do.

"Bert, I would really appreciate if you left." Gerard said quietly trying to take advantage of Berts random kindnesses.

"Well too bad I don't care." He chuckled to himself.

Gerard stayed silent deciding not to say anything since Bert hadn't been violent yet. Gerard also didn't want to upset him. He often wondered if Bert was always upset because it seemed like it.

"Bert," Gerard said.

"Hm?"

"You okay?" He asked simply.

Bert opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. No one had asked him if he was okay in so long he wasn't sure how to react. Was he? No, probably not. But it's hard to decipher your emotions when youve never thought about them, let alone spoke.

"I- I dunno. . . it doesn't matter." He replied blushing a bit.

"It does to me. I know you're hurting. I forgive you." Gerard said with a content half smile.

Bert was silent again. His heart thobed in his chest in the best way possible. Someone actually cared about him enough to ask him of he was okay. He walked over to Gerard with tears in his eyes and wrapped his arms tightly around him. Gerard hesitantly returned the gesture still afraid of what would happen if he reacted wrong to something.

"I love you, Gee." Bert said into his ear. His voice was raw with emotion and not as confused us the text he sent. He was sure now, he was in love with Gerard Way.

"I-" Gerard whimmperd. He couldn't say it back. It simply wasn't true. He could feel Berts chest heaving when it took longer than a minute for him to reply. "I love you too, Bert." He said simply put of fear.

Bert tensed in his arms and let out a growl-like grunt.

"You're lying." He said pulling away coldly.

"N-No, I-"

"You're fucking lying you love that son of a bitch, Frank don't you!" He yelled.

Gerard whipped the tears from his eyes that hadn't fell yet just to insure that they didn't. He was sure that bert qould get mad at him for crying. He nodded in response to Bert even though he wasn't sure if it were a question or an insult to simply Frank.

"I'm sorry, Bert!" He cried out. "I wanna love you so bad, like- like a friend how i like Pete and Dallon. But you make ot so hard."

"No, the problem is that you already belong to someone. If Frank was gone I could have you." He said in a ponderous voice.

Gerard tensed at the thought of Bert doing anything to harm Frank. Bert noticed and rolled his eyes.

"Pfft, calm down, I won't hurt you daddy."

Gerard didn't reply on the putside but on the inside he had just screamed with joy because Frank was safe.

"No, I won't hurt him but I'm not gonna sit back and watch him have wahat should be mine. I love you a-and he can't just- just" Bert paused losing his words and his confidence all at once. "Fuck"

He collaped onto Gerards bed on his back with his hands covering his face. The bed bounced a bit on inpact making Gerard fall off his knees. He crawled over slowly to Bert who he was sure was crying not and stroked his hair hesitantly.

"S'okay." He whispred quietly to a sensitive Bert who just let out a whimper in response. "You're alright."

"No, No I'm not, Gee. You don't get it. You're not going through seeing the one person you love being loved by someone else. If that's not pain, then fuck" He chuckled unhappily, "I don't know what is."

Gerard stayed quiet because he wasn't sure how to help. He just sat stroking his hair hand reassuring him when he felt his breathing get too out of hand.

"Shh, I'll go get you some tissues and some tea, okay?" Gerard said hopping up from his bed and walking out kf the room.

Bert nodded and watched him leave smiling slighly to himself as his little his swung adorably as he went, this smile slowly faided when he remembered that he still wasn't his. He let out a long distressed sigh as he got up with a grunt. He walked around mlre exploring the parts of Gerard's room that he hadn't seen. There were so many little trinkets and toys that only a child, or Gerard would be intreated in. Bert didn't hate Gerard's innocence as much as it got in the way. It was refreshing qhen you were surrounded by nothing but hate and negativity.

He continued snooping around with no real goal until he found a little envelope slid in between two books. He pulled it put curiously and ripped it open by the little red heart sticker that was definitely Gerard's doing. He picked up the fist thing he saw in the envelope, a Polaroid.

He flipped the photo around smiling at the thought of more cute photos of flowers and little animals that Gerard had pinned up. But he was very wrong. Bert stopped breathing when he saw the fist one. Gerard was in delicate lacy lingerie and in and obscene position with his right hand palming himself ratger gracefully. Bert looked thoight the rest noticing that they only got worse. . . or better in this case.

"Holy shit." Bert whispred at his find. Gerard definitely wasnt as pure as he though and that was definitely a turn on.

"I only had darjeeling tea but it's really, really good I swear." Gerard said slowly as he walked up the stairs, his walking speed matching his speach.

Bert quickly slud the photos back in and pushed the envelope into his hoddie pocket.

"Dar-what?" Bert said sitting back down on the bed.

Gerard giggled making Bert smile.

"Darjeeling, It's Indian I belive." He pondered.

"Whatever it is hand it over I'll probably drink it as long as it's edible." He said making grabby hands at the tea cup.

"It's hot, so be careful." Gerard warned.

"Yes sir." Bert teased.

He couldn't get those photos in his pocket off his mind. He had never thought Gerard would be into stuff like that. Yes, he knew about his ddlg kink but that was different. This was literally photography. What would he even do with the photos? Other than get off. The thought about it as he drank his tea that Gerard had made complimenting his work after almost every sip because he learned that Gerard loved being praised.

By the time he was done he had an idea.

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a double update again oops

the end is near.

i love bottom/feminine frank sm :)) i need more recommendations on bottom!frank fics if you know any
(i feel like i've read/am reading them all)