Frerard Oneshots

Gonna Love You 'Til You Die - Frerard

([A/N] oh my sweet dear babies-- hello! it's been a good four and a half months, and this one is really rough and short and sloppy and i just felt like writing that before passing out. here is what i have to offer. i did update my 30 day oneshot challenge only a month or so ago, so it's not like i completely disappeared! just been a bit busy! this oneshot isnt for all people. thanks to the person dedicated for reminding me ive been gone for so long. enjoi xoxo)

**smut-- choking and roughness and rude and idfk forgive me**

Frank pinned Gerard's wrists to the dark wall when they entered the shitty door of their apartment, it squeaking in annoyance at the harsh slam shut Frank gave it.

"Don't talk. I don't want to hear you speak," Frank's words screamed anger, puncturing Gerard's heart like knives would.

He didn't speak when Frank pushed his crotch right up against his. He didn't make one sound. Frank's lip twitched up, holding Gerard's wrists with one hand.

Gerard watched as the other one slid up his leg and up his stomach. His eyes shut when he felt it near his throat, fingers brushing against it before digging in.

Gerard breathed in, smelling Frank like a redolence, wanting to open his eyes and kiss him but Frank had different intentions.

Gerard's breathing sped up, mouth opened when Frank's hand cupped his neck, right around the front. It squeezed, fingers pressing against the spot that could cut off air completely, air streaming into Gerard's lungs with difficulty.

Gerard opened his eyes weakly to see Frank staring at him, looking hungry and devious. They made eye contact.

Frank pressed harder, and Gerard's eyes rolled back.

Frank leant in and removed his finger, pressing his lips to where it once was and he felt Gerard's neck expand, grateful for the lack of air to be restored.

"I shouldn't like seeing you desperate for air, but I do," Frank whispered against Gerard's neck, tongue jutting out to tease the perfect skin.

And- wow, oh God, Gerard wanted Frank to kiss him; needed him to kiss him. Please, right on the lips, just to bite his bottom one and fucking tug.

"Please," Gerard said, so quietly it was nearly non-existent. Frank chuckled. Gerard said it again, hips tensing and jutting. "Please,"

"So fuckin' pretty when you're begging for it," Frank growled, hand sliding down, around to Gerard's ass, squeezing hard. Frank groaned at the feeling.

Gerard did as well, and he hated it; hated their relationship, loved Frank, loved their relationship, hated Frank- yet they both couldn't seem to get enough.

Gerard couldn't remember Frank tearing off their pants; he couldn't remember Frank being kind enough to use protection either, however, he felt the material of the condom as his chest was pressed to the wall. All there was was Frank whispering in his ear and choking him; hand sliding over the skin, easing Gerard's head back against his shoulder, pressing, whispering, "I love you, but you're going to fucking die tonight."

Gerard's mind was fuzzy and in love.

Frank's grip was sharp and painful, and one of Gerard's hands shot up to Frank's, wrapping around his two fingers, yet he didn't tear them away.

Gerard's breath was stuttering, too difficult to catch properly as his breathing became strenuous.

Frank loved it. Gerard loved it- oh, how he hated this, but he couldn't get enough, simply because it was Frank, his Frank-

The grip on Gerard's neck released, moved to his hips, continued their business there as the two of them played against that dirty wall where the same scene had played out too many times.

It was over quickly- Frank came and kissed the corner of Gerard's mouth as he did so, making Gerard follow and scream and writhe and fucking cry.

Gerard loved it because he knew Frank would stick to his word someday. It excited him how death was a possible outcome.

Gerard hated it because he knew Frank would stick to his word someday. It scared him how death was a possible outcome.