Band: The Used/ My Chemical Romance
Pairings: Gerard/Bert
Word Count: 1192
Ratings: NC-17
Summary: Bert is a spirited 19 year old just trying to have fun in life. But when he meets a mysterious guy outside of a club he can't get into and wants to learn more about him, things go terribly wrong.
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: hahHAHAHAHA IT'S FAAAAAAAAAAKE
Getting a fake ID wasn't hard. Not in the part of town Bert spent his time in. It was almost as easy as it was to find liquor, or pot. The hard part was finding a club that didn't have a bouncer who could see how terribly fake his ID was. Bert had been to nearly every club in the area tonight, and not one of them would let him in. The fact that he even needed a fake ID was an irritating one. He was nearly 19 now, but every club in the area was 21 and over. All he wanted was a cool place to get some good liquor and maybe find a good fuck.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Bert cursed after he'd been thrown out of the last club he could find. He kicked an empty beer can and started walking back towards home, mumbling under his breath about how "fucking stupid and retarded and fucking ugh" this was. The can bounced off a wall and into an alley. It was nearly 3 am now, meaning everything not under a street lamp was pitch black. Most normal people would be scared as shit to walk around a town swimming in crime at this house, but Bert didn't care. He could take anyone who came at him (or at least his pocket knife could).
As he passed the alley, and can rolled back out into the light of the street. Bert stopped walking and stared at the can. "Who's there?" He called, reaching to his back pocket where his knife lay. There was no answer, but Bert could swear he heard a foot step. He pulled out the small blade and opened it. "Don't fucking mess with me man!" He called out, but his voice sounded more scared than menacing. Suddenly, there was laughter from the alley, Bert tightened his grip on the knife at his side.
"Jesus, kid, calm down." The guy the laughter was coming from stepped out of the shadows and leaned against the corner of the brick building next to him. Bert just stared, keeping his blade ready at his side. The guy looked normal enough (sort of). He had black hair, the kind that was perfectly messy, like he just rolled out of bed. His skin was pale, paler than Bert's, and looked amazingly smooth. Bert had no idea who the fuck this guy was, or where he came from. He had on a white v-neck shirt and fucking skin-tight black jeans. He also had on a big trench coat thing, only then did Bert remember that it was February. He just smirked at Bert and shook his head.
"What!" Bert demanded, hating the feeling of being mocked. The guys just laughed more and took a step forward. Bert tensed and stuck out his knife. "Fuck, kid. Put that thing down. I'm not a rapist 'er anything." He said, and Bert had no idea why, but he complied. The man just smiled at him and stuck his hands in the coat thingy. "Stop fucking smirking at me." Ber said, glaring at him.
"You sure are a spirited thing." The man said, and Bert growled in reply. "Listen, I'm not gonna hurt you. I was just leaving that club back there and I saw you getting kicked out. Using a fake ID, eh? How old are you anyway?" Bert stood up a little straighter and stared the guy right in the eyes. They were an amazing green.
"Twenty-four." Bert replied, and the man just laughed at him. "Hey fuck you!" Bert called and turned to walk away. He head the guy stop laughing and walk after him. He caught his shoulder and Bert reached for his pocket again. "Sorry, didn't mean to laugh but... You just look so young. You can't be a day over 18." "Nineteen, not that it's any of your fucking business." Bert snapped. "Fine, fine, Nineteen. I'm Gerard."
Gerard. It was almost funny how much the name suited him. Bert tentatively reached out and shook Gerard's outstretched hand. "Bert." He said with a nod, and gave Gerard's hand a slight shake. "Well, Bert," Gerard said with a smile, and now Bert could see how small his teeth were. It was adorable. "Why were you trying to get into the club anyway?"
Sighing, Bert shifted his weight between legs. "J'st looking for something to drink and some fun... y'know?" He said, not meeting Gerard's eager gaze. "Fun?" Gerard said, voice thick with an innuendo. Bert snapped his eyes up, glaring at Gerard. "Hey, I'm not judging. Not saying I've never picked up a guy at a bar." Bert nearly smiled, but controlled himself. Gerard was gay, and getting slightly less irritating by the second. "And as for liquor," He continued, "I doubt a club is the only place you can get it, especially in these parts."
"Are you from around here?" Bert asked, unable to stop his mouth from forming the question. "No, I live in the next town over." Gerard replied, without a seconds thought. He was so calm about everything, it kind of annoyed Bert. But it also intrigued him. He wanted to know more about this guy...
"Listen," Gerard said, breaking Bert's train of thought. "This is gonna sound really skeezy and annoying, but... You wanna come back to mine?" Bert could feel a smile creeping onto his lips, just a small tug at the corner, but it was enough of an answer for Gerard. "Great! My car is just down the block."
Bert had no idea what was happening, but Gerard had his wrist in his hand and was pulling him down the street to his car. Bert was expecting a clunker, but this was the farthest thing from it. Gerard owned a very recent model black Dogde four-door with tinted windows and black rims. "Fuck." He breathed, staring in awe at the beautiful machine. Gerard just smiled and hopped in the drivers seat, Bert following him in the passenger side.
Gerard started the engine, adjusted his mirror, and hit a button on the his door. All of the locks in the car clicked locked, and Bert's stomach dropped. "G--Gerard...?" Bert asked, slowly tearing his eyes from the door and the lock. Gerard's eyes locked with Bert's. They looked almost black now, not the amazing green they were back in the street. "Gerard." Bert tried again, but Gerard just smiled this wicked, stomach churning snake smile. Bert wanted to scream, thrash around, call for help. Something told him it would be no use. He opened his mouth to try and ask Gerard what the fuck was going on, but the second his lips parted, Gerard was pressing his own into them, practically choking Bert with his tongue.
Gerard pulled back and Bert was breathless, shocked. His lips were swollen and wet with saliva (not sure of whose it was though). Gerard smiled another bone chilling smile and put the car in reverse, pulling into the street. "Wh-what do you want with me." Bert whimpered. Gerard giggled and moved the car into Drive, speeding down the street.
"You're mine now, Bert."
PART TWO