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Narcissus Series	By : VenusMoon Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2014 -:- 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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Ray and Mikey were still laughing hysterically as they replayed the tape for the third time, but for Frank, the joke had already gotten old.

“Okay guys, I think we’ve tortured Gerard enough,” he said as he hit the stop button. He liked to pretend his words were coming from a place of concern for his friend’s wounded ego, but he knew himself better. “Mikey, you should probably go tell him it was just a joke.”

Mikey and Ray ceased their fit of giggles, although Ray was still emitting small chuckles as he wiped tears from his eyes.

“You’re probably right,” Mikey agreed, his face serious. “But you should have seen the look on his face when I hit play!” They both erupted into giggles again.

“Guys, I’m serious.” Frank’s voice was uncharacteristically stern.

“Fine, I’ll go apologize,” Mikey grumbled as he stood.

“I’m coming with you,” Ray said, hopping to his feet. “He’ll be less likely to attack if there’s two of us.”

Once Frank was certain they were out of earshot, he hit play on the tape recorder. He couldn’t admit it in front of his band mates, but he was strangely fascinated by the small gasps and moans of pleasure the tape had captured. The almost sibilant intakes of breath and Gerard’s melodic voice laden with lust caused an unwelcome pull in Frank’s groin, and he felt himself growing hard as the image of Gerard, his body still slick from his shower, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he pleasured himself forced its way into his mind. He’d be lying if he said he’d never pictured a similar scene, only, in Frank’s version it was he who was causing Gerard’s moans, and Frank’s name on those perfect lips as he reached his climax. Frank was just about to slide his hand under the waist of his boxers when he heard Ray’s voice through the door. He quickly hit stop and grabbed the remote, pretending to be flipping through channels just as Ray and Mikey entered the room.

“He’s furious,” Mikey said, the mirth from only moments before now completely gone from his face. “He refused to let me back in the room.” Frank sighed. He had a feeling Gerard would react like this. You know what they say about over-inflated egos…

“Well, fuck,” he said, standing up. He drained the rest of his beer and pulled on the nearest pair of jeans. “I’ll go try to talk to him.”

“Good idea,” Ray agreed. “He does always seem willing to listen to you.”

Frank tried to ignore the way his stomach fluttered at Ray‘s words. “I’ll be back,” he said as he left the room. Time to appease the angry God. Frank’s heart was in his throat as he made his way to Gerard’s room, the thought of him offering himself as some sort of virgin sacrifice making him smirk.

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“I said go the fuck away, Mikey!” Gerard said when he heard someone knocking on the door. “You can go sleep in the dumpster for all I care!” Gerard reached for the requisite hotel room bible, poised to throw it at his brother’s face if he’d managed to get another key from the front desk.

“It’s Frank.”

Well, Fuck. Gerard knew he should be just as angry with Frank-he was probably the one who initiated this whole ‘joke’, he should be too embarrassed to face him, but he found himself moving toward the door anyway. Maybe it was the air of pseudo-confidence that Frank exuded a bit more subtly than himself, but there was something about his younger band mate that made it impossible for Gerard to say no to.

“Please let me in.” The request was neither demanding nor pleading. It was just that, a request.

Gerard plastered his best angry glare to his face as he opened the door, but it melted away when he saw Frank, standing in the doorway with his shoulders slumped forward slightly, his thumbs stuffed into the front pockets of his jeans as he looked up at Gerard with eyes full of remorse and…something indefinable, something smoldering.

“Yes?”

“May I come in?” This request was demanding. Gerard didn’t say a word, he just pushed the door open a bit more to allow Frank to walk past. His eyes followed the smaller man as he stepped inside and took a seat on the bed, looking up at Gerard, waiting for him to speak.

“I’m going to assume this was your idea?” Gerard offered as he took a seat beside his friend. Frank’s reply came as a simple nod, his eyes never leaving Gerard’s. He felt his anger for Mikey drain away, to be replaced with near hatred for Frank-his kindred had betrayed him. He knew it was ridiculous to even think something so melodramatic, but the feeling was there none the less. The cold mask he was trying to keep hold of crumbled a bit more with his next question.

“Why?” He couldn’t keep the hurt and embarrassment out of his voice. When Frank heard this, something in his eyes changed, almost as if what had been smoldering previously had suddenly ignited.

Frank leaned closer to Gerard, his lips nearly brushing the older man’s ear. “For revenge.”

He didn’t know if it was Frank’s deep, throaty whisper, the hot breath on his sensitive skin, or the blatant seduction dripping from his voice, but something in those two simple words caused Gerard to shiver violently.

“Revenge for what?” he asked in a near whisper, his voice shaky. He could feel Frank inhale as he formed his response.

“For wanting yourself more than you ever wanted me.” Gerard closed his eyes as Frank exhaled his words, the heat his breath was causing running straight from his ear and neck to his groin. He barely suppressed a moan as Frank’s tongue flitted across his ear. He snapped his head around, partially out of shock for Frank’s actions, partially because he needed to look into Frank’s eyes to prove his last action was real and not imagined.

Gerard instantly regretted it as Frank’s eyes bored into his own, proving undoubtedly that what he had seen smoldering was pure, unadulterated lust.

“But…since you can’t make love to yourself…” Frank paused, his eyes still locked with Gerard’s. The older man took his pause as an opportunity to speak.

“Frank, I nev-” Gerard stopped in mid sentence as Frank shook his head and grasped Gerard’s face in both hands. Gerard’s eyes fell closed as Frank leaned in like one would lean in for a kiss, re-opening when Frank stopped, his lips mere millimeter’s from Gerard’s.

“…you could always have the next best thing.” Frank closed his eyes as he finished his sentence, and suddenly Gerard’s mouth was under attack as Frank crushed their lips together, his tongue demanding entrance. Gerard’s moan was lost on Frank’s lips as he allowed his mouth to be plundered by Frank. Any attempt he made to resist or reciprocate, and at this point he was unsure of which he was attempting, was quickly quashed by the brush of teeth over his lip or a tongue shoved more forcefully into his mouth. Finally, when he thought he might pass out from lack of oxygen and the fierce intensity of Frank’s mouth, he jerked his head back, breaking the hold the younger man had on him. Gerard stared at Frank, his eyes wide, and Frank looked for a moment like he was afraid he’d gone too far, unaware that he had aroused a need in Gerard so intense it was bordering on bestial. Without warning, Gerard reached around and grabbed a fistful of Frank’s hair. It was Frank’s turn to moan as Gerard pulled him into a bruising kiss, his moans turning to whimpers as Gerard took the front of Frank’s button-up shirt in both hands and ripped it open before breaking the kiss.

Frank was left gasping for breath as Gerard shoved him down on the bed and straddled his hips, leaning down to ravish the younger man’s exposed neck. Frank wrapped a hand in Gerard’s hair and tried to push his mouth closer to the part of his body that was aching for Gerard’s touch, but instead the older man sat up, looming over Frank with a devilish grin. Frank shuddered with anticipation as Gerard’s hand moved to the fly of Frank’s jeans. He lifted his hips as Gerard gripped the waist of both his jeans and boxers in both hands and tore them from the smaller man’s body with one rough movement.

“My little Frankie,” Gerard said, his voice venomous and his eyes hungry as they roamed over Frank’s exposed flesh, his grin growing wider when his eyes fell across Frank’s erection, dripping and pulsing with need. “Someone really should teach you to let sleeping dogs lie.”

Frank could only look up at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched Gerard rid himself of his clothing, then spit into his hand and begin slicking his length with saliva. Frank was almost relieved when Gerard placed his legs on either of his shoulders and leaned down, smiling at him sweetly. Frank sighed as Gerard placed himself at his entrance, but his sigh turned into a harsh cry as Gerard slammed into him with one quick movement, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain.

“Shh, it’ll be okay,” Gerard whispered, his voice still holding a hint of poison. He leaned down, sucking on Frank’s collar bone as he allowed him time to adjust. Frank whimpered and began bucking his hips, needing to feel Gerard move inside of him. The grin returned to Gerard’s lips and he pulled all the way out, slamming back into Frank forcefully, eliciting a strangled cry of pleasure as Gerard’s length hit Frank’s prostate. He continued his thrusts, his pace becoming increasingly ferocious with each moan or gasp Frank emitted as Gerard hit his spot again and again. Frank’s body begged for release, and he reached his hand down to grasp his aching erection, but Gerard smacked his hand away.

“Not yet, little one,” Gerard panted, grabbing Frank’s wrists in a crushing grip.

“Gerard, please…” Frank begged, his eyes pleading with the older man’s as Gerard pinned his wrists above his head. He was incoherent now, unable to form words beyond his cries of ‘god’ and ‘please’ as Gerard continued to send bolts of pleasure through him with every thrust. The sight of Frank writing helpless underneath him was pushing Gerard to the edge and, keeping Frank’s wrists immobilized with one hand, he wrapped the other around Frank and pumped furiously in time with his thrust. It was only seconds until Frank was coming, screaming Gerard’s name as his body convulsed with pleasure. Gerard followed seconds later with a low growl, before collapsing on top of the younger man, every inch of his skin glistening with his exertion.

He rolled to the side, landing on his back beside Frank, allowing them both time to slow their breathing and their racing hearts. Once their chests were rising and falling at a normal pace, they turned, looking into each other’s eyes. No words were needed when Gerard lifted his arm in invitation, and Frank curled against the older man’s side, resting his head on Gerard’s shoulder.

“So, is it all forgiven?”

“No….forgotten.”

Frank smiled as Gerard placed a kiss on the top on his head.
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