Don't You Dare Believe It (3/9)
Title: Don't You Dare Believe It
Author: enimsaj_2
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17 (i think...)
Warning: Violence, Rape, Language,
Disclaimer: I swear on all things holy I don't own Frank or Gerard. Also, this most likely never happened.
Summary: Frank hates school. Will Gerard's arrival at Frank and Mikey's school make things better? or... worse?
Word Count: 1547
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay... A lot of unforeseen technical difficulties happened. I also have to say that I both love and hate this chapter.
btw... merry chirstmas/happy holidays/seasons greetings =D
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"Do you remember?" Frank asked Gerard, staring at him.
"Do I... remember what?" Gerard looked confused.
Frank sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked at the ground and said, "Do you remember what you did to me two years ago?"
Gerard eyed Frank for a moment before responding, "What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I said. Do you or do you not remember what you did to me two years ago in your basement."
"I don't know what to tell you, Frank," Gerard's voice was quiet.
Frank's head shot up and he glared at Gerard, eyes burning with sudden anger.
"Tell me you remember! Tell me why you did it! Tell me I wasn't the only one having fucking nightmares about it for the past two years!"
Gerard took a step back. He opened his mouth to say something, but after a moment he closed it and shook his head slowly, lifting the hand holding the cigarette and taking a long drag.
"Please. Gerard, please. I need for you to remember. Please... just... please?" Frank pleaded with him. His anger slipped away and turned into melancholy.
"What did I do? What was so bad that it gave you nightmares for the last two years?" Gerard asked.
Frank took one last drag on his cigarette and flicked it away. Gerard watched the butt sail gracefully through the air, landing in the snow and smoking feebly for a second before going out.
"You honestly don't remember," Frank said softly, his voice trembling a little.
"No," said Gerard, equally soft.
Sinking down to the cold asphalt, Frank sat against the brick wall and took a deep breath. He gazed at Gerard with sorrow and said, "Alright then. You need to know."
Gerard nodded slowly, "Please, tell me."
Sighing, Frank looked down at his plain black shoes.
"Two years ago, you, Mikey, and me were hanging out in your basement. Your mom asked Mikey to go with her to the store or something, so they went. Said they'd be back in about three hours or so."
Frank took another deep breath, steeling himself.
"You had been drinking, so I stayed to keep an eye on you. Make sure you didn't do anything stupid," he chuckled then, a low and dark sound. "After a few more drinks, you were completely hammered. 'C'mere, Frankie' you said.....
"C'mere, Frankie," Gerard slurred.
He reached an arm out and waved it around, apparently trying to beckon Frank.
"Gee, you're drunk," Frank laughed.
"Na, 'm not drink," Gerard was still waving his arm around.
Frank laughed again, "You totally are."
Gerard stopped moving his arm and looked seriously at Frank.
"Don' laugh at me."
"I'm not... laughing... at you, Gee, I'm... not," Frank said between his breathless laughter.
"Fuckin' liar. Don' fuckin' lie to me, Frank," Gerard hissed.
He moved toward Frank, suddenly a lot more steady on his feet than he was a moment ago.
"Gee, calm down," Frank said, nervously backing into the corner of the musty basement.
Gerard moved closer still, face contorted with anger.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up!"
Without warning, Gerard pulled his fist back and hit Frank. Frank's head snapped back and collided with the concrete wall behind him.
"Ow! Gerard, what the fuck?!"
"I said shut up!" Gerard snarled, puilling his fist back again.
Frank quickly raised his arms across his face to block the punch, but it was in vain. Gerard buried his fist into Frank's gut, making the air explode out of his lungs. Frank dropped to his knees, gasping for air. Gerard aimed a kick at Frank's side and his boot sank into the soft flesh.
"Gee, please..." Frank choked.
"Shut up! Don't you know the meanin' of those words? Shut up!" Gerard yelled at him, kicking his again.
Tears stung Frank's eyes as he tried to re-inflate his lungs. He felt as if he were going to die. His head throbbed painfully as he slowly caught his breath.
"Please come home... anyone... someone... please, please come home... please... please..."
Frank didn't realize he'd said this out loud until Gerard was yelling at him again. He received another kick, and this time Gerard managed to hit Frank's gut again, making him wheeze in pain.
As he once again struggled to breathe, he felt Gerard grip the waistband of his jeans, nails digging into his hips.
"What are you-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Gerard screamed.
He jerked Frank's jeans down and his sharp nails dug trenches into Frank's hips. Blood began leaking from the fresh wounds, a few droplets falling onto the cool cement floor. He gasped and tried to pull away, but Gerard pushed him to the ground and sat on the backs on his legs.
Frank whimpered pitifully as he heard Gerard undo his belt, then heard the rustle of denim as he pushed his jeans down.
Tears leaked out of his eyes, falling onto his arms. He struggled to push himself up but his body failed to cooperate.
He heard Gerard spit and he craned his neck, trying to see what was happening.
Gerard was rubbing his dick with a spit-covered hand.
"Gerard, no, please... don't do this, please-"
"Fucking shut up, would you?" Gerard muttered, looked at him with malice etched into his face.
"Gerard..." Frank whispered, tears running down his face.
Gerard moved so he was sitting on the backs of Frank's calves and pulled him up on his knees. He was breathing heavily as he gripped Frank's thighs.
Frank turned away and began sobbing into his hands.
Gerard lined himself up at Frank's entrance as his sobs grew louder.
Frank tried pleading with Gerard again.
"Gerard, please. Don't do this. Please, Gee. Please."
Gerard ignored him and roughly shoved his way into him. Without waiting for Frank to get accustomed to his size, he took up a fast pace, slamming into him again and again.
Frank felt something tear inside of him and he sobbed as the already intense burning sensation increased. He tried to pull away, but Gerard gripped his hips firmly and continued pounding his cock into Frank's ass.
The pain was quickly becoming unbearable. The dim lighting of the basement seemed to grow darker by the second, and Frank didn't know how much longer he could stay conscious. He didn't want to know what Gerard would do to him if he was incapacitated.
He was moaning, but none of it was in pleasure. As Gerard used Frank's body for his enjoyment, Frank writhed in agony. He tried begging once again, hoping somewhere in the back of his mind that Gerard would realize how wrong this was.
"Gerard-" he croaked. "-Gerard, please. Stop. You know this is wrong. You know. Please... Gee. Please stop..."
Gerard grunted and dug his nails into Frank's sides, continuing his heartless act, and Frank dropped his head and wept into his arms.
Frank didn't know how long he'd been lying there, but it felt like hours. Finally, Gerard rammed his cock into Frank's ass one last time and came with an animalistic growl. Panting, he shoved Frank away from him and fumbled with his jeans, pulling them up. He stumbled from the dirty basement.
Frank lay where Gerard left him, sobbing quietly in a crumpled heap. After a while, he picked himself off the ground and gently tugged his jeans up. He wiped the last few tears from his eyes and resolved to never speak to anyone about what Gerard had done.
It was over. He just wanted to move on, forget it ever happened.
But he couldn't forget.
"I never forgot. I wanted to so badly, but I just couldn't." Frank looked up at Gerard with tears in his eyes.
Gerard was horrified. Tears of his own slid down his face as he stared at Frank.
"Frank... I..." his voice cracked and he sank to the ground.
"I'm so, so sorry," he whispered.
He cried soundlessly for a moment before he took a shaky breath and said, "Wait... how do I know you aren't lying?"
Of course, Gerard knew Frank spoke only truth. It dripped off of every word. Off his tears. His voice. But he didn't want to believe it. He didn't dare believe it until he had proof.
Frank gave him a long, dark look before standing and unbuttoning his black pants. He pulled one side down and pointed to his hip, then turned and repeated the gesture with his other hip.
Gerard gasped. Four long fingernail-sized scars ran down each of Frank's hips, and there was no way he could deny it now. Just to be sure though, he moved forward and gently placed his fingernails to the scars.
They matched, and Gerard could do nothing but sit there and cry.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he whispered over and over again.
Frank turned away and pulled his slacks back up. He wiped the tears off his visage and faced Gerard.
Gerard looked up at Frank, hazel eyes glistening.
"I will make this better," he promised.
Frank shook his head sadly. "You can't."
"I know there's nothing I could say to change what I did, but I can try. I broke you. I have to fix you. Somehow, some way, I will. I promise."
Author: enimsaj_2
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC17 (i think...)
Warning: Violence, Rape, Language,
Disclaimer: I swear on all things holy I don't own Frank or Gerard. Also, this most likely never happened.
Summary: Frank hates school. Will Gerard's arrival at Frank and Mikey's school make things better? or... worse?
Word Count: 1547
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay... A lot of unforeseen technical difficulties happened. I also have to say that I both love and hate this chapter.
btw... merry chirstmas/happy holidays/seasons greetings =D
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"Do you remember?" Frank asked Gerard, staring at him.
"Do I... remember what?" Gerard looked confused.
Frank sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked at the ground and said, "Do you remember what you did to me two years ago?"
Gerard eyed Frank for a moment before responding, "What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I said. Do you or do you not remember what you did to me two years ago in your basement."
"I don't know what to tell you, Frank," Gerard's voice was quiet.
Frank's head shot up and he glared at Gerard, eyes burning with sudden anger.
"Tell me you remember! Tell me why you did it! Tell me I wasn't the only one having fucking nightmares about it for the past two years!"
Gerard took a step back. He opened his mouth to say something, but after a moment he closed it and shook his head slowly, lifting the hand holding the cigarette and taking a long drag.
"Please. Gerard, please. I need for you to remember. Please... just... please?" Frank pleaded with him. His anger slipped away and turned into melancholy.
"What did I do? What was so bad that it gave you nightmares for the last two years?" Gerard asked.
Frank took one last drag on his cigarette and flicked it away. Gerard watched the butt sail gracefully through the air, landing in the snow and smoking feebly for a second before going out.
"You honestly don't remember," Frank said softly, his voice trembling a little.
"No," said Gerard, equally soft.
Sinking down to the cold asphalt, Frank sat against the brick wall and took a deep breath. He gazed at Gerard with sorrow and said, "Alright then. You need to know."
Gerard nodded slowly, "Please, tell me."
Sighing, Frank looked down at his plain black shoes.
"Two years ago, you, Mikey, and me were hanging out in your basement. Your mom asked Mikey to go with her to the store or something, so they went. Said they'd be back in about three hours or so."
Frank took another deep breath, steeling himself.
"You had been drinking, so I stayed to keep an eye on you. Make sure you didn't do anything stupid," he chuckled then, a low and dark sound. "After a few more drinks, you were completely hammered. 'C'mere, Frankie' you said.....
"C'mere, Frankie," Gerard slurred.
He reached an arm out and waved it around, apparently trying to beckon Frank.
"Gee, you're drunk," Frank laughed.
"Na, 'm not drink," Gerard was still waving his arm around.
Frank laughed again, "You totally are."
Gerard stopped moving his arm and looked seriously at Frank.
"Don' laugh at me."
"I'm not... laughing... at you, Gee, I'm... not," Frank said between his breathless laughter.
"Fuckin' liar. Don' fuckin' lie to me, Frank," Gerard hissed.
He moved toward Frank, suddenly a lot more steady on his feet than he was a moment ago.
"Gee, calm down," Frank said, nervously backing into the corner of the musty basement.
Gerard moved closer still, face contorted with anger.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up!"
Without warning, Gerard pulled his fist back and hit Frank. Frank's head snapped back and collided with the concrete wall behind him.
"Ow! Gerard, what the fuck?!"
"I said shut up!" Gerard snarled, puilling his fist back again.
Frank quickly raised his arms across his face to block the punch, but it was in vain. Gerard buried his fist into Frank's gut, making the air explode out of his lungs. Frank dropped to his knees, gasping for air. Gerard aimed a kick at Frank's side and his boot sank into the soft flesh.
"Gee, please..." Frank choked.
"Shut up! Don't you know the meanin' of those words? Shut up!" Gerard yelled at him, kicking his again.
Tears stung Frank's eyes as he tried to re-inflate his lungs. He felt as if he were going to die. His head throbbed painfully as he slowly caught his breath.
"Please come home... anyone... someone... please, please come home... please... please..."
Frank didn't realize he'd said this out loud until Gerard was yelling at him again. He received another kick, and this time Gerard managed to hit Frank's gut again, making him wheeze in pain.
As he once again struggled to breathe, he felt Gerard grip the waistband of his jeans, nails digging into his hips.
"What are you-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Gerard screamed.
He jerked Frank's jeans down and his sharp nails dug trenches into Frank's hips. Blood began leaking from the fresh wounds, a few droplets falling onto the cool cement floor. He gasped and tried to pull away, but Gerard pushed him to the ground and sat on the backs on his legs.
Frank whimpered pitifully as he heard Gerard undo his belt, then heard the rustle of denim as he pushed his jeans down.
Tears leaked out of his eyes, falling onto his arms. He struggled to push himself up but his body failed to cooperate.
He heard Gerard spit and he craned his neck, trying to see what was happening.
Gerard was rubbing his dick with a spit-covered hand.
"Gerard, no, please... don't do this, please-"
"Fucking shut up, would you?" Gerard muttered, looked at him with malice etched into his face.
"Gerard..." Frank whispered, tears running down his face.
Gerard moved so he was sitting on the backs of Frank's calves and pulled him up on his knees. He was breathing heavily as he gripped Frank's thighs.
Frank turned away and began sobbing into his hands.
Gerard lined himself up at Frank's entrance as his sobs grew louder.
Frank tried pleading with Gerard again.
"Gerard, please. Don't do this. Please, Gee. Please."
Gerard ignored him and roughly shoved his way into him. Without waiting for Frank to get accustomed to his size, he took up a fast pace, slamming into him again and again.
Frank felt something tear inside of him and he sobbed as the already intense burning sensation increased. He tried to pull away, but Gerard gripped his hips firmly and continued pounding his cock into Frank's ass.
The pain was quickly becoming unbearable. The dim lighting of the basement seemed to grow darker by the second, and Frank didn't know how much longer he could stay conscious. He didn't want to know what Gerard would do to him if he was incapacitated.
He was moaning, but none of it was in pleasure. As Gerard used Frank's body for his enjoyment, Frank writhed in agony. He tried begging once again, hoping somewhere in the back of his mind that Gerard would realize how wrong this was.
"Gerard-" he croaked. "-Gerard, please. Stop. You know this is wrong. You know. Please... Gee. Please stop..."
Gerard grunted and dug his nails into Frank's sides, continuing his heartless act, and Frank dropped his head and wept into his arms.
Frank didn't know how long he'd been lying there, but it felt like hours. Finally, Gerard rammed his cock into Frank's ass one last time and came with an animalistic growl. Panting, he shoved Frank away from him and fumbled with his jeans, pulling them up. He stumbled from the dirty basement.
Frank lay where Gerard left him, sobbing quietly in a crumpled heap. After a while, he picked himself off the ground and gently tugged his jeans up. He wiped the last few tears from his eyes and resolved to never speak to anyone about what Gerard had done.
It was over. He just wanted to move on, forget it ever happened.
But he couldn't forget.
"I never forgot. I wanted to so badly, but I just couldn't." Frank looked up at Gerard with tears in his eyes.
Gerard was horrified. Tears of his own slid down his face as he stared at Frank.
"Frank... I..." his voice cracked and he sank to the ground.
"I'm so, so sorry," he whispered.
He cried soundlessly for a moment before he took a shaky breath and said, "Wait... how do I know you aren't lying?"
Of course, Gerard knew Frank spoke only truth. It dripped off of every word. Off his tears. His voice. But he didn't want to believe it. He didn't dare believe it until he had proof.
Frank gave him a long, dark look before standing and unbuttoning his black pants. He pulled one side down and pointed to his hip, then turned and repeated the gesture with his other hip.
Gerard gasped. Four long fingernail-sized scars ran down each of Frank's hips, and there was no way he could deny it now. Just to be sure though, he moved forward and gently placed his fingernails to the scars.
They matched, and Gerard could do nothing but sit there and cry.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he whispered over and over again.
Frank turned away and pulled his slacks back up. He wiped the tears off his visage and faced Gerard.
Gerard looked up at Frank, hazel eyes glistening.
"I will make this better," he promised.
Frank shook his head sadly. "You can't."
"I know there's nothing I could say to change what I did, but I can try. I broke you. I have to fix you. Somehow, some way, I will. I promise."