"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: Bestiality/ pup play*
Frank's fingers danced across Gerard's sides, eliciting peals of laughter from him. "Stop, Frank!" Gerard protested between fits of giggles, squirming beneath Frank's playful assault. But Frank only grinned as he continued to tickle Gerard mercilessly. "You know you love it," he teased and Gerard squirmed and writhed beneath him, his laughter ringing out loud and unrestrained. "Frank, please!" Gerard pleaded between breathless bursts of laughter, his cheeks flushed with exertion. "I can't take it anymore!" But Frank only laughed harder, his own joy mirrored in the sparkle of his eyes. "Oh, come on, baby," he teased and despite his protests, Gerard couldn't help but grin through his laughter, the sheer absurdity of the moment washing over him in waves of exhilaration. Finally relenting, Frank ceased his tickling assault and collapsed on Gerard, his chest heaving with laughter. With a contented sigh, he laid his head on Gerard's chest. Gerard's laughter gradually subsided into gentle chuckles as he wrapped his legs around Frank's waist, drawing him closer.
With a soft smile, Gerard traced circles on Frank's back and in this simple cuddle, he found a sense of peace he hadn't felt in days. Frank lifted his head from Gerard's chest and stuck out his tongue in a playful, mocking gesture. Gerard responded with a giggle, rolling his eyes in mock indignation. "Oh, very mature, Frank," Gerard teased as he playfully nudged Frank's shoulder and Frank grinned mischievously. "Hey, you started it with all that tickling," he retorted and their laughter filled the room once more as they engaged in a lighthearted exchange of teasing and jesting. Gerard reached out and gently held Frank's face between his hands. "You know, Frankie," he began, "you're truly amazing. I don't think I tell you that enough." Frank's eyes softened, touched by Gerard's words. "Thank you, Gerard," he replied. "But you're pretty amazing yourself." A small smile tugged at Gerard's lips as he gazed into Frank's eyes. "I mean it, Frank," he insisted. "From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you."
Frank's brow furrowed in curiosity. "Really? What made you think that?" he asked, genuinely intrigued and Gerard's smile widened as he recalled their first meeting. "I don't know, Frank," he confessed. "It's hard to explain. It was like... like my heart recognized you instantly, like we were meant to find each other." Frank's expression softened as he listened to Gerard's words, his own heart swelling. "I felt the same way, Gerard," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "From the moment I saw you, I knew that you were someone special." Their eyes met in a silent exchange of understanding. In that moment, Gerard knew that their love was something truly extraordinary. "Gerard," Frank began, "are you ready to call your mother and tell her about your spiritual journey?" Gerard's heart skipped a beat at the reminder. "I... I think so, Frank," he replied. "But what if she doesn't understand? What if she tries to stop me?" Frank reached out, his hand finding Gerard's and squeezing it reassuringly. "Gerard," he raised his eyebrows and with a deep breath, Gerard nodded. "Okay, Frank," he said. "I'll do it. I'll call her."
Frank sat up as he reached for Gerard's phone. With a reassuring smile, he handed it to Gerard, their fingers brushing briefly. "Here you go, Gerard," Frank said. "You've got this. I'll be right here if you need me." Gratitude swelled within Gerard as he accepted the phone. "Thank you, Frank," he murmured. "For everything." Before Gerard could say anything more, Frank leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. Then, with a final nod, he rose from the bed and moved to sit on the edge, giving Gerard the space he needed to make the call. With a trembling hand, Gerard pressed the call button and waited anxiously as the phone rang on the other end. When Donna, answered, Gerard forced a smile into his voice, trying to push aside the guilt that threatened to consume him. "Hey, Mother," he greeted. "I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something." Donna's voice was warm and familiar, tinged with concern. "What is it, dear?" she asked, her maternal instinct kicking in and taking a deep breath, Gerard launched into the carefully rehearsed lie, telling Donna about his decision to embark on a spiritual journey.
