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Sexual Seance	By : MyFictionalRomance Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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M/M Frank and Gerard

Sexual Séance.

P.O.V. = Frank

It’s late and I’m tired, one of the last to fall asleep. This house is driving me crazy. It’s driving us all crazy. Everyone else has gone to sleep to escape it, but it keeps me from sleep. I can’t sleep. I keep waiting to hear Gerard screaming because that thing is choking him again. That horrible beast. I swear if I could get my hands on it I’d choke it’s ass like it does to Gerard, and see how it likes having it’s heart stopped. But he’s not sleeping right now. He’s been trying to record some vocals cause his nerves are too bad to do anything else. He’s afraid to sleep. He’s convinced that that thing will get him and that he wont wake up again.

I can’t blame him.

Almost every night he ends up in my bed, soaked with sweat, but cold and clammy, terror in his dark hazel eyes, from nightmares and that thing, purple bruises on his neck where it squeezed and crushed. I’ve had to wipe his tears so many times and calm him down that it’s almost a science now.

His voice echoes quietly through the house as he sings and then he stops, cursing at himself. He gets so frustrated sometimes. It’s this house. It’s turning us all into crazy bastards. It’s quiet and I wonder if he’s given up to try and get some sleep. His footsteps advance up the stairs and instead of going to his room he knocks quietly at my door.

“Frank are you still awake?” He asks, his quiet shy voice making the hair on my neck stand up.

“Yea come in here.” He opens the door and drags his feet across the floor, those tiny little girl feet, and plops down on the bed next to me, letting me cradle him in my arms. “What’s wrong?” He lets out a depressing sigh and lays his arm across me.

“I can’t sing.” The very thought of that being even remotely true makes me laugh.

“Gee, you sing perfectly. Your voice is amazing, how can you even [I]think[/I] that?”

“Because I can’t get the vocals on this song right.” I press my lips to his forehead and smooth his short blonde hair. I find it ironic that the blondness makes him look so evil in comparison to his old long dark locks.

“Why don’t you take a break and do it tomorrow? Get some sleep?”

“No.” He clings to me. “I don’t wanna sleep. I’m afraid I wont wake up. This house is trying to kill me.” I kiss his hair and whisper softly in his ear. How I love him and wont let nothing bad happen to him. I wish that could be a promise. “Will you help me?”

”How?”

“Help me make it sound good.”

“Gee you sound good no matter what.” He smiles and looks up at me with those eyes. So deep and dark, absorbing my every though.

“Yea but I want it to sound dirty. I want my voice to sound strained with lust and I can’t do it right.” Just thinking about that turns me on.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” I ask, half teasing. I Know what he wants. I just want him to say it.

“Well…You could…You know.”

“I know…but say it.” He starts to blush, which I find adorable.

”Well…You could let me fuck you while I sing.”

“I thought so.” I think for a minute. “No.”

“What?! Please?” He pouts, giving me his sad eyes and I just wanna say yes, but I enjoy teasing him. I shake my head no and I can’t hold back a giggle. “C’mon, I mean it.” I push him up off the bed and get up.

“C’mon.” He leads me down the stairs and into the little room where he’s been recording in. Our kisses are shy and nervous before they deepen and we’re comfortable with each other and I find myself melting into him. His hands slowly roam under my clothes, subtle touches, driving me crazy. He pulls my shirt over my head before his lips cross over the skin of my neck and I stop breathing as he lifts me up and I grind against him desperately. Everything on the desk is thrown to the floor and he sits me on top of it, my legs bent and my toes curled around the edge of it as he leans over me, tearing at my jeans to get them open. He pulls them off my legs and before he can do anything else I reach up and shove his head down onto me, pulling the short blond hair as his mouth is forced onto my cock. Christ. His hands run along my hips as he words my dick with his mouth but He takes his hands off of me to push his jeans over his hips. The next thing I feel is his fingers pushing into me and I wince from the pain. His mouth, that beautiful fucking mouth, so perfect and soft, leaves my member and he peppers kisses all over my skin, finger fucking me to beat hell. By the time his lips meet mine he’s found my spot, pressing against that cluster of nerves with his fingers and rubbing little circles, making [I]me[/I] want to push [I]him[/I] down and fuck [I]his[/I] brains out, my legs shaking uncontrollably. And that kiss…so soft, so sweet, his warm lips on mine as his tongue pushes against my own, making me moan softly into him, the flavor of his cheep cigarettes and starbucks coffee filling my mouth and lingering long after his lips leave mine and I pull the shirt over his head.

“I love you.” He whispers, his lips brushing mine as he speaks and I whisper it back, his fingers pushing into me and making me burn with need as he kisses me again. Oh god that kiss.

His lips leave mine, his wet mouth untangling from mine and he looks into my eyes, so deep and dark and lustrous, as he takes hi fingers out of me and ever so gently he kisses my cheek before he pushes himself into me, fast and hard, not gentle but I love it. He lets me adjust as he places the bulky headphones over his ears and he grins as I wrap my leg around him, pushing him into me. He presses the record and play buttons, the music starting to play in his ears to help him put the words where he wants them before his palms slide over my stomach and rest just below my waist the curves of his hands meeting the curves of my body so perfectly, like they were always meant to be there. The music is just loud enough for me to hear it, the heavy rhythm starting in, progressively growing louder and fuller as he gently pulls my hips back to his. He starts rocking into me with the beat of the music, and those beautiful sounds start pouring from his mouth.

His hands dance across my stomach and trace my flesh as the words leave his lips and he’s moaning above, below, around, in-between and in the middle of his words. I try to hold back a little but the noises in my throat keep forcing themselves out, and our lips meet as the bridge kicks in, the music getting heavier and harder along with his thrusts and I push up into him, begging for more friction. His lips leave mine and he starts singing again, his hips slowing as the music calms and his hands have a firm grip on my hips, pulling me onto him as I whine, and squeal, and moan, begging for release. Ray will edit out as many of my noises as he can, with a red face and then laugh at all the ones that are going to be heard when it’s mixed and the ones that will make it onto the record.

The song gets louder and I’m whispering and moaning ‘fuck me’ until it’s almost a chant and he gets harder with the music, slowing down when the last chorus fades out.

When the song ends he pushes the bulky headphones off to the floor and leans over me, his hands on the desk as he moans like a madman, the movement of his hips becoming more violently beautiful, driving me crazy to the point where I’m ready to scream for it.

“Holy fuck.” I breath and he screws his eyes shut, his face contorted with pleasure.

“Awww…oh god damn…fuck….jesus, Frank…” He moans, driving deep inside me and I pull him down to me, wrapping my arms around him and sliding my hands across his back, my fingertips digging into his skin. His fingers wrap around me and I shudder, my back arching as I sink my teeth into his shoulder, his lips on my neck. Those hips – those heavenly hips – pressing into the backs of my thighs. Oh fucking hell. “Are you gonna cum?” He asks. “Are you gonna fucking cum, because I’m gonna fucking…oh god, I’m gonna cum.” He kisses me hard and I explode between our sweat covered bodies, my cock throbbing in his hand as I moan in his mouth. My orgasm keeps coming in wave upon wave after wave and I feel the sudden burst of heat inside me as he stills himself, his hips rolling uncontrollably and he’s moaning so bad that he almost sounds like a whore. “Oh my god.” H e breathes, crawling up to lay beside me as I gasp for air and he lays his head on my chest wrapping his arms around my waist. I kiss the top of his heat and put my arms around him, stroking his hair and tracing circles on his back. “Why do you do this?” He asks, and I look down at him.

“What?”

“Let me do this to you. Why do you just…accept it?” Honestly that doesn’t even make sense but I try to answer him as best I can.

“Well…first of all it does help you. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I love you, and I [I]want[/I] it.”

“Oh…” He looks down like a shy little boy and I tilt his face back up to press his lips to mine, softly parting them with my tongue and letting him explore.

“I love you.” I whisper, our lips slowly pulling away.

“I love you too.” He cuddles me for a little bit and gets up, pulling me with him. He pushes playback and sits with me on the small couch against the wall, wrapping the throw blanket around us and holding me close to him, his face nuzzling into my hair.

I can hear him on the tape, singing and moaning, but my noises make me blush.

“You sound pretty.” I say referring to his singing and he looks down at me grinning.

“You sound…like your brains are being fucked out of your skull.” I laugh and he seems to hold me closer and I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back, his cheek against my neck and I can feel the soft expression of his face. That beautiful face. Me…I’m not bad looking but him…so perfect and just unbelievably good looking. I could say beautiful a thousand times, but that still wouldn’t come close to the reality of it.

On the tape I can hear the headphones falling to the floor and the both of us getting louder. Both of us laugh at ourselves and I can feel my face getting red.

“Oops…I should’ve turned the recorder off sooner.” He says and I try not to laugh too much at his words of choice pouring from the speakers. It’s hard to admit, but it sounds pretty hot, and I think I could go for another round. It automatically stops when it’s over and we just sit like that for a while before he stretches over to shut off the dim light in the room. “I’ll have to make a copy of that tomorrow.” He says, sprawling out along the couch as I turn so we’re facing each other, my leg over his, and our arms around each other.

“Why?”

“To keep. Life’s not gonna be perfect, so I should at least have some perfect memories.” I smile and he kisses me, holding me against him as I curl into his body. “Go to sleep.” He whispers, smoothing the blanket over us.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Non with you.” He kisses my forehead and eventually we both fall into a peaceful sleep, his skin on mine.

His demon doesn’t come for him this night. Nor any night hereafter.
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