Bulletproof Heart, Part VIII

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Bulletproof Heart, Part VIII

Sorry I took so long to post this. It's gonna be even longer before I get X done.
Anyway, if you haven't read parts I-VII please go to my profile and do so~

“Ya know what? I don’t give a fuck what you do to me. However, I won’t tolerate what you’ve done to Frank. Beat me all you want, torture me, but don’t expect me to sit back while you constantly hurt him. Try one more time, and I swear I will fucking kill you, and your husband, and Korse.”
She just smirked when she saw the pure anger and hatred written on Gerard’s face and burning in His eyes.
“Oh, does it bother you that I’m touching your boyfriend? Is that it?”
Gerard didn’t like the term ‘boyfriend,’ but He kept His eyes level with hers, and replied “Yes. Keep your filthy fucking hands away from him.”
“Gerard Way. There is seriously nothing you can do to keep me away-“
“Try it, and I’ll kill you!” Gerard said through gritted teeth. He gently removed His hand from Frank’s back and stood up to stare her down. He knew He must’ve looked pathetic, getting into an argument from behind bars where He couldn’t do anything, but since there was nothing else He could do, He just stood there…
He turned His head to look at Frank, who had been woken up by the yelling. Gerard ran over to kneel at his side and brush the hair that had fallen into his face away. “Sorry Frankie…”
Frank just groaned in pain and looked up at his mother with hatred in his eyes.
Frank’s mother turned away and sighed. “Tell me when you’re done with your little gay moment. Korse told me everything I need to know, and he’s right—absolutely disgusting.”
Gerard ran back to the front of the cell, but Frank’s mother had already left the room. Maybe she was going to go tattle to Korse about the argument she’d just had with Gerard. At the moment, Gerard couldn’t care less. He had to tend to Frank.
“Frank, are you doing any better?”
He looked up at Gerard, and that was all he could do.
“You still can’t talk?”
Frank shook his head.
“I’m so, so sorry all this happened. And now your mother is our prison guard. But I don’t care what she says, I’ll still love you just the same.” He smiled reassuringly at Frank, who only gave Him a miserable look.
“You look like you need a hug…” Gerard said sadly.
Frank nodded, and Gerard was so upset that, again, He was unable to comfort Frank by holding Him. He hadn’t held Frank since before they’d been chained up together and before Frank had been beaten… And they had been making out, so that didn’t count as a hug, because they were too wrapped up in the pleasure and—
So technically He hadn’t held Frank since they were at the diner.
“Oh, Frankie…” Gerard whispered hopelessly.
Frank opened his mouth in an attempt to speak and managed to whisper “Gee…”
Gerard’s heart was literally breaking now. Frank was suffering so badly, and he had never tried to hurt his mother or Gerard, even though they had both hurt him. When they stared into each other’s eyes, there was always so much undeniable passion in Frank’s gaze that Gerard just wanted to shove him against the wall and kiss him harder than He had the day before all this. Gerard had cried several times during these events, and Frank had only cried once, while in his coma. And now Gerard was crying again. But for once He didn’t feel bad about it—He knew that Frank cried too when his heart was shattered into a million pieces, and this time He wanted His lover to know what He was feeling, because it was something He couldn’t put into words.
It seemed like an hour that they communicated with their eyes. Both of them could tell what the other person was trying to say, as if their souls were connected. Finally Gerard just leaned over and kissed Frank’s lips tenderly, something He realized He hadn’t done for so long. This time, the kiss was filled with care and passion and longing.
He hadn’t felt Frank kiss Him this softly for so long either, and Frank carefully wrapped his arms around Gerard’s neck as their tongues gently explored each other’s mouths, even though they both knew the other person’s taste by heart.
Finally Frank pulled away from Gerard to lean against Him with his head against the warm, muscular chest that he loved so much. He loved everything about Gerard, and he held himself there by wrapping his arms around the other man’s body.
Gerard was still upset that He couldn’t hug Frank back, but at least Frank was making the effort to be close to Him, even with the constant agony he was in.
“I love you Frankie,” Gerard whispered, running His hands through Frank’s damp hair.
“Gee,” Frank whispered again.
Even when it was quiet and weak, Gerard loved the sound of Frank’s voice saying His name. Some of the broken pieces of Gerard’s heart fixed themselves when Frank pulled away for a little bit to smile up at Gerard. Gerard gave Frank a tired smile back, and Frank rested his head on Gerard’s chest again and fell asleep. Eventually Gerard fell asleep too with His hands still tangled up in Frank’s hair. Both of them knew that a horrible fate was waiting for them when morning came, but for now they had each other and that was enough.