"I love you more than anything, Gerard Way. I want your soul, your every breath, your very existence. Will you submit to me?"
"If I can't have you, no one could."
To Frank, their paths were written and Frank saw himself as the owner of Gerard's dest...
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*TW: Smut*
Gerard stepped into the familiar warmth of his home, the sound of his parents' voices greeting him echoing through the air. With a weary smile, he made his way towards the living room. "Good evening," Gerard said. "Where's Hayley?" Donald and Donna exchanged a glance as they noticed the worry in their son's eyes. "She's not feeling well," Donna replied as she reached out to brush a comforting hand against Gerard's arm. "She's resting in your room." Gerard's heart sank at the news, feeling guilty as he realized that he had neglected his duties as a husband in favor of his illicit affair with Frank. "I should go check on her," he murmured and made his way towards his room. He knew that he should be by her side, offering her comfort and support in her time of need, but the memory of his time with Frank lingered. With a heavy sigh, Gerard pushed open the door to his bedroom, his heart sinking at the sight of Hayley lying on the bed, her face pale and drawn with pain. "Hey, good evening," he said softly, crossing the room to sit beside her on the bed. "How are you feeling?"
Hayley offered him a weak smile, her hand reaching out to grasp his. "Not great," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'll survive." Gerard's heart clenched at the sight of his wife's suffering, a wave of guilt washing over him as he realized how selfish he had been. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have been here for you." Hayley shook her head, her eyes softening with understanding. "It's okay," she said. "I'm sorry about earlier." Gerard gently took Hayley's hand in his own, offering her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it," he said softly. "It's not your fault." Hayley's eyes shimmered as she squeezed his hand in return, a small sigh escaping her lips as she leaned back against the pillows. "I just feel terrible," she admitted. "I didn't mean to ruin your shirt or embarrass you in front of everyone." Gerard shook his head, his fingers gently tracing soothing circles against the back of her hand. "You didn't embarrass me," he reassured her. "And as for the shirt, it's just a shirt. It can be replaced."
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Hayley's lips as she gazed up at Gerard. "You're too good to me, Gerard," she murmured. Gerard returned her smile, his heart fluttering with warmth at the sight of her radiant expression. "I just want you to feel better," he said softly. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Hayley nodded, a grateful sigh escaping her lips. "Actually, a massage would be amazing," she admitted. "My stomach is still really sore." Without hesitation, Gerard shifted closer to Hayley, his hands gentle as he began to knead the tense muscles of her stomach. Although he cared deeply for Hayley and wanted nothing more than to see her happy and well, Gerard couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of longing whenever he thought of Frank. Gerard couldn't deny the fierce hold that Frank had over his heart. He knew that his relationship with Hayley was far healthier and more stable than his affair with Frank, but try as he might, he couldn't find it in his heart to truly love her.
For Gerard's heart belonged to Frank, and no amount of guilt could change that fact. Despite the pain and chaos that Frank brought into his life, Gerard couldn't help but love him with every fiber of his being. Hayley's gentle touch pulled Gerard closer, drawing him down to lie beside her on the bed. As they settled in, their bodies molded together, their faces mere inches apart, their breaths mingling. Gerard couldn't shake the feeling that he was betraying Frank, his true love. It wasn't that he didn't care for Hayley or appreciate her love and affection; on the contrary, he cherished her presence and the comfort she provided him. But in the depths of his heart, Gerard knew that his feelings for her could never compare to the consuming passion he felt for Frank. And as guilt washed over him, Gerard couldn't help but feel as though he was cheating on Frank, despite the fact that their relationship was built on secrecy. He knew logically that it should be the other way around, that his loyalty should lie with his wife, but try as he might, he couldn't shake the sense of wrongness that plagued him.
