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My Blood Tells No Lies	By : breathesunshine Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sounds of yelling woke Frank from slumber, his sweaty face pressed into uncharitable bark. It sounded as if Mikey and Bob were at it again. He could barely make out what they were screaming about, or Ray trying to placate them into silence.

Mikey screaming how much of a moron Bob was, with Bob hollering back about how Mikey was a heartless prick. This type of situation was nothing new and Frank ignored the rest of the argument and focused on more important things.

Heavy breaths against his neck let him know that by some miracle, Gerard was still asleep. The poor thing must have stayed up all night. Guilt nagged at Frank as he sat still and listened to the muffled sounds of his friends arguing and the wind shifting through the leaves. The light of the sun was barely visible but strong enough to keep most of his underlining panic at bay.

Frank knew perfectly well how useless he was at night, he always tried to not think about it, the reasons for his immobilizing trembling and uneven breathing every time the sun set. It hadn’t been easy at first, but over the years it wasn’t so hard to keep the more awful memories at bay, at least during the day. At night it was a whole different story.

He had only told one person the full story, about the nightmare he had gone through almost six years ago. Before he had met the most important people in his life ever, besides Jamia. He had kindly sat with Frank some three years ago and listened to every little thing he had to say; no matter how gruesome or horrific it was.

It had been more than touching or sweet when the Gerard had cried, telling Frank that he didn't have to worry anymore, because Gerard would take care of him from now on. Gerard had kept his promise and Frank didn’t worry nearly as much. Nowadays, he just felt guilty.

Oh, it wasn't as if the others didn't know some of it. Hell, they had been the ones to save Frank's life. He just didn't think they needed to have anymore pity on him then they already did. It bothered Frank enough to see how much they sacrificed for him almost every single day.

For the most part, Bob and Ray took everything in stride, choosing to ignore Frank’s more then less unmanly moments, something he was very much grateful to them for. Frank didn't like anyone ever questioning his 'manliness', he did it way too much on his own. Mikey, on the other hand seemed to have adopted himself as Frank’s big brother, being more than a little over protective of him for their one year age difference.

He was interrupted from his musings by Ray shuffling his way up the tree, until he was sitting right across from both Gerard and Frank. He gave Frank a small wave, barely seen in the early morning light. Ray motioned to Gerard in a questioning fashion, before passing over one of their water canteens.

Frank did a mime of 'sleeping', his head tilted to the side and palm pressed against his cheek. Gerard protested the younger mans efforts of communication with an irritated groan and squirming shift. Frank tried to suppress his giggles of amusement as he attempted a few sips of water. Ray gave an amused nod, taking back the canteen after Frank had finished, and started climbing back down.

There were sounds of more talking from down below before it became quiet. Yawning, Frank struggled to stay awake, knowing that they’d have to be leaving in less than an hour; if the sun was any indication of how late it was. Yet, Gerard's tender breathing against his skin were working against his efforts and Frank lost the fight, drifting back to sleep.

With his face once again full of bark, Frank woke to the sun cresting over the trees. Gerard, now awake, was effortlessly untying them from the tree’s trunk, hazel eyes squinting as he yawned deeply, mouth open wide. He looked so cute.

Yawning as well, Frank blinked weary eyes. "Morning."

Gerard smiled. "Morning sleepy head."

"Ha ha," Frank said, watching on as Gerard scooted back now that they weren't smothered by leather coil, leaving Frank room to back up from the unforgiving wood. The movement caused his joints to scream in protest. God he felt sore, no more sleeping in trees for Frankie.

Gerard grinned, giving him a wink and started climbing down. "Come on, we need to start heading out." Frank gave no argument, following downwards from their saving grace.

Making sure not to look down as he descended, Frank quickly found himself dangling from the last branch, his toes reaching for the ground. Before he could let go, a pair of hands grabbed hold of his waist. Looking down he saw an anguished looking Bob.

"Why are you looking at me like you just kicked my dog?" Frank asked, letting go of the branch and letting Bob help him to the ground. He looked to the others for an answer when Bob remained quiet and noticed that there were three extra people now in their group; three extra people covered in blood.

"Um, who are they?" His voice cracking in what could only be the beginnings of a panic attack, the fear shooting up his spine in mind blowing doses. Oh god, what happened after he passed out last night?

Gerard, who had been having his share of water, quickly rushed over to him, pressing his dominate hand to Frank’s trembling shoulder, trying to offer support. It helped only a little.

Ray shifted, looking away, clearly uncomfortable and nervous as to where the conversation was heading. Bob remained silent, giving nothing away; even if it was clear, whatever the reason, he was to blame. The three boys gave no clue as to why Frank had climbed down to their unexpected presence.

It was Mikey who answered mockingly, face red with righteous anger. "These dumb fuckers are the retards that Bob had climb your tree last night," he swept his arm between two sets of culprits, "and Gerard just fucking let him!"

"They weren’t being followed, I made sure of it, Mikey.” Gerard argued, glaring at his brother, upset that Frank had started to cry, his breath heaving in panic. It was pretty much a given that he thought the situation could have been handled a little bit more delicately.

Frank felt Gerard’s warm hand slide from his shoulder to rub soothing circles along his lower back. He struggled to understand what Gerard was saying. Black dots blurred Frank's vision, ‘Oh god, I’m going to pass out.’

The world spun a total of three times, before it started tilting backwards. He thought he heard his name being called, but passed it off as the buzzing static in his ears. One thing Frank was pretty clear on before everything went black, was that Gerard hadn’t let him hit the ground.

Frank felt the sensation of rocking when he came to. Feeling drained and nauseous, he left his eyes closed; the sun was very unforgiving to the headache he was sporting at the moment. He must have made some type of noise, because the swaying motion stopped and someone who sounded suspiciously like Ray was saying his name.

When he opened his eyes he found himself face to face with two worried Way brothers. From the corner of his eyes he saw Bob and the three kids standing behind Bob. This left Frank to summarize that he was indeed getting a piggy back ride from Ray, if the fuzzy hair in his mouth was any indication. He promptly spit it out.

Mikey spoke first, keeping his voice soft and soothing. “How you feeling, Frankie?” he asked, reaching up a hand, running it through Frank’s greasy bangs.

He could only hope his glare was convincing enough as he grumbled, “Like I wanna punch you in the motherfucking face, if you don’t stop babying me right this fucking second.”

Ray laughed, shaking Frank’s protesting stomach. “Looks like our little punk is going to be just fine.”

The Way brothers seemed to have agreed, as they finally backed off, giving Frank much needed space. Mikey, had to start looking guilty, clearly feeling bad about losing his temper earlier. Giving him a look that he hoped said to 'get over it', Frank patted Ray’s arm.

“You can let me down.” he whispered, already pushing away and attempting to get his thighs out of Ray’s strong grip.

“You sure?” Ray asked, unsure if Frank could handle walking on his own.

Frank nodded his head, “Yeah, only a small headache, nothing too debilitating.” Ray frowned but let him down anyways.

Gerard stepped up to him again, messing with the strap of his bag and nervously apologizing, "Sorry, about letting Bob do his hero act last night."

Ray and Mikey took this as their cue to head over to Bob and the others, giving Frank and Gerard the space they needed.

Frank shook his head and tried to wave it off as no big deal. "Nah, it's ok. If the situation had been switched, I would have liked to have a blond god to call down from the tree tops too," seeing the look on Gerard's face, he followed up with, "Or a dark haired knight."

Gerard laughed at that. "Just a knight, Frankie?"

"Oh yeah, gods are so fucking last season. Knights are the newest big thing. And you, my friend, make one sexy knight." Frank said with a laugh and wink. Gerard taking hold of his hand and lacing their fingers, counted as a good enough reward for his small effort at flattery.

A callused thumb grazed along his knuckles. "Are you sure, you're ok?"

Frank smiled at how sweet Gerard was being. "Yeah, it's all good. As you said earlier to Mikey, you wouldn’t have let them up if there were any chances of us getting harmed.”

"True," Gerard said, returning Frank's smile with his own.

Now that he was more calm, Frank found himself a little curious about the new additions to their merry group of five. “Care to tell me, who the fuck the kids are?” He motioned with his free hand to the still bloody teenagers crowding around Bob.

Gerard looked over to the morbid image the four created. He cleared his throat before saying, “Um, not sure about their names. They were in the traveling group with us, but a little farther back. I’m guessing that when the attack happened they were somehow able to run away.”

Nodding, Frank agreed, more worried about other things. “Were they bit?”

Shaking his head, Gerard said, “Ray checked, but Mikey said that with the situation they might have swallowed blood. Bob’s keeping an eye on them for any signs of the Change.”

The panic threatened to surface but Frank focused on Gerard and their linked fingers. “Ok,” He said licking chapped lips. “How close are we to the Ruby Lodge?”

“Ray says that we should get there in a few more hours, if the weather stays clear,” Gerard said, looking in the direction they were traveling. “Turns out, we were heading too far South yesterday."

Frank snorted, “Figures. If it hadn’t been for the fact our supplies are so low, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Gerard remained silent, not wanting to talk about why they were short in the first place.

“Feeling good enough to do a little mountain climbing?” Gerard asked, closing up the silence they had become a little too comfortable with.

Suppressing the groan at the thought of crawling over anymore fucking rocks, Frank plastered on a fake smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Am I ever. You know me, I just love that mountain climbing.”

Gerard only laughed tugging him along toward Mikey and Ray. The two looking impatient to get a move on. “Lets go," he said to the group in general.

Bob walked up to Frank and passed over his bag. “Hey man, I’m sorry-“

Punching his arm with the hand still holding Gerard’s, Frank smirked. “Shut the fuck up, Bryar. I would have done the same, if I was able to.” Being the big men they were, it was left at that. He pulled the bag on with his free hand, shifting the strap comfortably on his shoulder.

“Just watch those brats of yours until we get to the Lodge.” Ok, maybe not such big men after all, but it had to be said. If only to give Bob a way to relieve his guilt of inadvertently upsetting Frank.

It was a few moments after the group had started trekking up another hill that Gerard said something about Frank and Bob’s ‘manly’ moment. “You guys are such fucking dorks, I don’t know why I let myself be associated with such losers.”

Laughing, Frank said, “Oh, you know you love us, Gerard. Even if we do cramp your style.”

Smiling, Gerard agreed. “Yeah, you’re right.”

They didn't say anything else; there wasn't any need. Even if there had been more, the communication of their fingers was enough.

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