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bindtorturekillme · 6 months ago

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Your Eyes, Vacant and Stained

Ch.11 - 4.3k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

“Please…” Gerard’s mouth touched just behind Frank’s ear, his hot breath trailing down his neck. “What…”

Another shoulder nip met with another sharp inhale, Frank bit his bottom lip, attempting to stifle it.

“Please… go… easy on me… Gee?” Frank took a while to collect his thoughts as he huffed, thinking calling Gerard by his nickname would soften his intensity.

Warnings

Gore, Death, Murder, WORK-IN-PROGRESS, not completed (and chapters unknown) but I know the ending, trust me guys I will write it, I just need people to love this idea with me, Zombies, Gay, mcr??

Support my AO3 with part eleven otherwise, enjoy ♥

Frank groaned deeply as Gerard took his time to pull the zipper down, each tooth individually yelling within the dark walls.

Gerard hooked the tip of his thumb around the zipper, pushing his nail and fingertip against the underside of Frank’s already hurting cock. Frank hoped the pain from the slowly, steadily increasing pressure of Gerard’s finger would cause enough of a distraction for him to lose his boner but it was the opposite.

Frank pulsed as Gerard nearly got to his base, precum threatened to leak from his tip and he bit back another groan. Gerard didn’t hesitate when he finally got to the bottom of the zipper.

He palmed Frank’s erection through his boxers, Frank couldn’t help his hips from thrusting against Gerard’s hand. The cool wall kept his head chilled as Gerard helped coax his blood south.

Gerard gripped Frank’s length momentarily before flicking his thumb against the rim of his head; Frank jumped, biting his tongue, strangling the hitch in his breath. He could feel Gerard squishing his chest harder against the wall while pulling his hips away, Gerard’s dick squished against his ass and back.

Immediately, Frank was imagining what Gerard’s shaft looked like, whether he was circumcised or not, the type of bush had had… If he has one… Frank chuckled at his thought because who would be shaving during the end of the world?

Gerard’s hand killed the giggle Frank mindlessly lost from his throat, “What’s so funny, Frankie?” He nipped Frank’s ear.

Gerard fingered his way through the opening in the front of Frank’s briefs, the electricity of the contact between their skin touching made Frank twitch and leak slightly.

Rubbing the head, Gerard sighed into Frank’s neck, his desire made obvious as he ground his cock against Frank’s ass, almost matching the pace of his thumbs torturous movements.

Frank allowed himself to finally let go. The chill from the wall radiated through the bones in his face and down his spine, shooting through each pulsing wave of blood that helped keep his erection strong as Gerard roughly yanked and tenderly caressed.

Without giving warning, Gerard bit Frank’s shoulder and kicked his feet further apart, a yelp jumping out of Frank’s throat as Gerard squeezed the base of his dick harder than normal.

“Do what I say…” Gerard breathed up Frank’s spine, squeezing his other hand clasped around his throat. “And you’ll be allowed to get off too…” Gerard’s smirk could be heard by the end of his sentence, and Frank realized Gerard didn’t just see him as prey.

Gerard was a predator who liked to play with his food before devouring it.

Gerard continued to squeeze Frank’s shaft until it hurt enough to make him cry out, “Gerard, please!” Another desperate plea.

“Please…” Gerard’s mouth touched just behind Frank’s ear, his hot breath trailing down his neck. “What…” Another shoulder nip met with another sharp inhale, Frank bit his bottom lip, attempting to stifle it.

“Please… go… easy on me… Gee?” Frank took a while to collect his thoughts as he huffed, thinking calling Gerard by his nickname would soften his intensity.

Frank was quickly proven wrong.

With his aggressive force, Gerard kicked Frank’s knees in, causing him to slide down the wall until his knees thunked against the concrete floor. A slight friction burn rubbed into his cheek as Gerard pushed against him the whole way down.

Gerard released Frank’s cock; a sigh of displeasure sounded from his tongue. Hand still clasped around his throat; Gerard raked his now free hand up Frank’s nape to clench his hair in a tight fist. Gerard yanked Frank’s head back, licked the length of his ear, and twisted him around to face him.

Gerard nearly slammed Frank’s head back against the wall before catching himself. Hand still clasped around his throat; Gerard held Frank’s face inches from his own. Hand still tangled within Frank’s greasy strands as he bent over him.

“If you wanted it gentle, you wouldn’t have risked all of our lives when you froze up that day…” Gerard’s voice was deep, menacing. Much like the first time they met, he embodied the shadow-form Frank first saw him as. “Or did you forget this is your punishment...?”

Although this turned Frank on, he couldn’t help but feel shame on top of it all. He let down the people who were forced to trust him because they accidentally stumbled upon him.

Not even all of them…

Memories of Mikey’s hate towards him flashed before his eyes. It was really only Gerard who came to trust him. Ray was nice, and Frank liked him, but Mikey seemed to viscerally hate Frank. No matter what he did, it seemed Mikey was mad Frank even existed…

Frank was losing himself to his thoughts.

His erection was weakening, and Gerard took notice immediately.

Instead of punishing Frank more, Gerard released his grip and ran a gentle hand up his stomach, stopping to hold a calming open palm against his chest. The hand around Frank’s throat had also faltered in tightness but remained where it was.

“Frankie…” Gerard’s voice was gravely with concern, and lust. It was a strange combination that aroused Frank more than he was willing to admit. “If you need me to stop…” The fingers of Gerard’s hand resting against Frank’s chest began to gently rub, endearingly.

Gerard wanted so badly to connect more with Frank but didn’t know what to do. Frank’s hips thrust slightly, causing Gerard’s other hand to clench Frank’s throat without a second thought. Frank wanted so badly to connect with Gerard but didn’t know how to express his own feelings besides indulging in the way his body wanted to respond to Gerard’s touch.

Frank locked eyes with Gerard during his proposition for safety. He nodded slightly into the hand Gerard had wrapped around his throat. Gerard couldn’t hold back his smile as his hand momentarily clenched Frank’s throat.

Frank just wanted to forget. Gerard just wanted to indulge more than he ever had before.

And they took their frustrations out on each other with very minimal talking.

Gerard ripped himself away from Frank’s searing skin, Frank couldn’t understand why until Gerard stood tall, looking down at him. He pressed one tough boot into Frank’s leg, pinning him to the floor.

Frank hungrily stared into Gerard’s eyes as he unlatched his belt and yanked down his zipper. It wasn’t until Gerard pulled his dick out that Frank pulled his eyes away from their intimate gaze.

Frank immediately did everything he could to memorize the way his cock looked in this moment.

It stood straight out from his body with a soft curve up. The surface of his shaft was soft, only a few veins pulsed along the surface at the same pace as Gerard’s heart. Which seemed to quicken the longer Frank stared.

Frank didn’t realize his own hands had been climbing Gerard’s still clothed legs. One hand found its home on Gerard’s inner thigh, caressing the sensitive skin that warmed Frank’s palm, as his other hand wrapped around the base of Gerard’s cock.

Gerard moaned as Frank slacked open his mouth and took nearly all of his length. Gerard felt the soft wall of Frank’s throat at his tip before pulling almost completely out. Gerard tangled his fingers withing Frank’s gross hair again, holding him against the wall as he harshly thrust in and out of Frank’s mouth for a moment.

Frank gagged but didn’t protest, locking eyes with Gerard again. He wrapped one hand around the base of Gerard’s dick as Gerard face fucked him.

Eyes wet, Frank’s other hand crawled up Gerard’s stomach, under his shirt. Gerard thrust in and out aggressively a few more times before groaning and stilling.

“Fuck, Frankie, what you do to me…” Gerard forced his length to the back of Frank’s throat one more time before pulling out completely, practically pushing Frank off.

Gerard seemed to turn his entire body to the right, completely away from Frank, “Wait, what are you d—” Frank was strangled to silence as Gerard whipped his dick back into Frank’s face.

Frank had never been slapped before, and never with a dick. So, the response his own dick made when he was slapped with Gerard’s cock caused a wave of embarrassment to wash over him as he cursed his own cock for twitching.

Gerard pulled back again and slapped Frank across the face again, Frank refused to break their gaze.

A red, dick shaped mark began to show on Frank’s cheek after the second hit. Gerard caressed Frank’s chin this time, rubbing his thumb against the cheek he’d been slapping in an attempt to soothe the possible bruising.

When Gerard’s thumb reached the corner of Frank’s mouth, it lolled open to allow his thumb in, but Gerard refused to enter as he peered down at Frank.

Gerard’s head tilted so slightly, genuinely surprised at how submissive Frank became under such little pressure. Frank’s tongue flicked out and licked Gerard’s thumb that was absently rubbing the corner of his mouth.

Gerard smirked, a single chuckled escaping before he pulled his hand back and slapped Frank across the face.

Frank was stunned. Despite how cold his exposed cock felt, it was still hot and thick, Gerard’s slap making him pulse embarrassingly.

Frank opened his mouth to make a comment on Gerard not needing to be so angsty, but Gerard shut him up before he could utter a sound by shoving his cock back down Frank’s throat. Frank twitched again and couldn’t help but grip himself, painfully jerking himself off to get some sort of relief.

Gerard’s head fell forward as he thrust in and out of Frank’s mouth, holding himself up against the wall by his forearms. His leg pushed harshly into Frank’s thigh, Frank was hardly able to move with how close Gerard had him pinned.

Gerard pushed deep into Frank’s throat before pulling all the way out, a thick string of saliva tracing from Gerard’s length to Frank’s slack mouth.

Frank’s wet eyes met Gerard’s half lidded, lazy ones that towered over him. Gerard held himself back from allowing his own finish. Frank hadn’t earned it yet.

Gerard pushed himself from the wall, Frank unmoving.

“Up.” Gerard demanded. Frank stood, instantly. Gerard couldn’t hold back his smirk, enjoying the submission Frank was such a natural to.

“What happened to doing it in the manag—” Frank’s throat closed as Gerard gripped onto it suddenly. Squeezing the rest of the air out, Frank immediately panicked, hands shooting up to the one preventing him from breathing.

“I didn’t want you to find me right away…” Gerard paused, easing his hand to allow Frank small huffs of breath as he fantasized momentarily. “Although, I will admit the thought of you bent over a desk in front of me is enticing…” Gerard squeezed Frank’s neck at the end of his sentence as a reminder for who had the power right now.

Within moments, Gerard’s hand came off Frank’s throat to grip his chin. Without giving Frank much chance to breathe, Gerard crashed their mouths together. Frank was the one to push his way into Gerard’s mouth, huffing for air between their twisting tongues.

Frank’s hipped bucked into Gerard’s hand, forcing him to pump. Gerard gripped Frank continuing to jerk him off as they smiled into the kiss.

Frank caused Gerard to jump when he grabbed his cock at the base, in return. Gerard’s dick was still wet with Frank’s spit, the memory of Gerard being so forceful pulsed the pressure of his growing orgasm.

Gerard abruptly halted his pumping and removed both hands from Frank, pulling away. Frank hungerly followed Gerard’s mouth, making Gerard chuckle at his desperation. Frank groaned but didn’t falter in pumping Gerard.

And Gerard let him.

Gerard stood there, shuddering as Frank jerked him off, pressing his other hand against Gerard’s chest to rub around his shirted torso desperate for any form of skin-on-skin he was granted. Frank’s mouth eventually found Gerard’s neck as he kissed his collar bone before biting hard.

Payback for payback… Frank was pleased with himself, even though it caused Gerard to push him back against the wall. One hand gripped Frank’s jaw hard as his other hand tore Frank’s off his body. Frank was breathing heavier than Gerard.

STOP being so needy!

Frank scolded himself but his thoughts were fogged by Gerard pressing their bodies together, hard.

“I know how bad you want me, Frankie.” Gerard’s lips flicked across Frank’s, a groan slinking out as Frank thrust into Gerard’s rough clothes. Even the smallest amounts of friction were enough to ease the need to cum. “But this is supposed to be punishment for almost getting us killed,” Gerard paused, “Oh, and for my shirt.” He growled a chuckle.

Even though Gerard sounded stern, Frank still felt the subtle smile he held. Frank may be “in trouble” but he knew it was just an excuse Gerard was using to have his way with Frank. Gerard positioned himself so their cocks were beside each other before Gerard thrust back against Frank.

“Please…” Frank pleaded, cursing himself for letting the first man to touch him in months see him so weak. Their mouths breathing heavily in tandem, anytime Frank leaned in for another kiss, Gerard pulled away only slightly.

“Please…” Gerard moved the grip from around Frank’s jaw to his throat, squeezing slightly as he spoke, “What.” It sounded less like a threat, but it was one Frank wasn’t used to.

Gerard had let Frank mindlessly hump against their squished bodies, allowing him to breathe through each grunt even though Gerard’s fingers twitched to close tighter around his throat.

“Please…” They locked eyes. Franks were pleading and wet, still, but Gerard’s were dark and toughened as he watched Frank writhe under his grip. Eventually, Frank glared, “Please…” A defeated sigh. “Please. Fuck me. Gerard.” Frank seemed to bite the words out, but he continued to move his body against Gerard’s as desperation overtook him.

Frank didn’t have time to react as Gerard moved his hand down to grip his wrist, other hand clasping his hip just below, and flipping him so his cheek was pressed against the cold tile wall again. Gerard’s stiff dick now rubbing into Frank’s ass while Frank’s exposed dick jolted away from the chill, Frank unintentionally pushed back against Gerard. Gerard’s hand moved from Frank’s wrist to his throat again, the other remained on his hip.

“You sound so fucking delicious when you beg…” Gerard nipped Frank’s shoulder, moving the hand stationed on his hip. The chill of his exposed side made Frank shiver and whine.

Gerard had hooked his fingers into Franks waistband and yanked down his dirty, blood-stained jeans to expose Frank’s ass. A swift spank echoed throughout the dark room making Frank gasp as the flash of Gerard’s red hand print faded quickly, the pain along with it.

Gerard removed his hand from Frank’s ass, squeezing Frank’s throat slightly as a reminder to not move, although Frank hardly had the time to register that Gerard was doing anything before Gerard kicked his feet apart and yanked his hips away from the wall. Frank now bent over, ass out.

The room suddenly felt so cold to Frank, asshole now exposed, he attempted to bury his face deeper into the wall to chill the embarrassment that was climbing across his nose.

Gerard’s hand returned, gently, to Frank’s ass. Caressing and massaging his way closer to Frank’s hole. Pausing, his thumb absently rubbing back and forth as Frank shuddered under his cold fingertips.

When Gerard’s finger finally pressed against Frank’s opening, Frank couldn’t stop himself from flinching. Gerard’s finger was cold, but moist with something Frank didn’t recognize but he welcomed.

“Relax…” Gerard cooed into his ear, loosening his grip on Frank’s throat this time instead. “You know we’re both here for more…” Frank sighed heavily while Gerard massaged his ring. Whatever Gerard was using for lubricant was slowly sliding down one of Frank’s legs. The liquid was warm compared to the cool touch of Gerard but felt slimy.

Without any more foreplay, Gerard shoved his pointer finger in to the first knuckle, receiving a yelp from Frank that grew Gerard’s smile.

Then to the second knuckle. Frank relaxed. He opened slightly to welcome Gerard deeper, but his clenching pulsed as Gerard rubbed the inside walls of Frank’s anus. Gerard snickered as Frank mindlessly pushed back onto Gerard’s finger, granting him to the next and final knuckle.

Frank was practically panting when Gerard pulled his finger back out, spanking Frank again. “I wasn’t ready to give you all of that but if you think you’re ready…”

Frank opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was the rest of the air in his lungs as Gerard shifted his dick to line up with Frank’s asshole. He rubbed his head around the rim momentarily before plunging in past the minor resistance.

Frank silently thanked whoever was listening for Gerard being courteous enough to use lube because the stretching of Gerard’s dick was much more intense than just his finger. “Fuck!” Frank groaned, head bowing as he pushed himself back into Gerard until his ass met the fabric of Gerard’s shirt.

Frank felt the initial stretching pain of Gerard’s head pushing into his hole, but his shaft slid in easily. Gerard banging roughly against him built the twisting knots at the base of Frank’s cock. Every thrust in and out was felt by the subtle shrinking and widening of his asshole as Gerard thrust back and forth.

Frank was already seeing stars from Gerard inserting himself, but they grew brighter as Gerard tightened his grip onto Frank’s throat again. Holding Frank in place as he thrust back and forth quickly, barely pulling out before slamming back in. He did this repeatedly until Frank felt drool pool on his tongue as he panted. Frank’s dick pulsed repeatedly in the air between him and the wall, desperate to be touched as precum leaked from the tip and dripped onto the floor below.

“Gerard, please,” Frank gasped out as Gerard pulled completely out of him, keeping the tip of his dick against Frank’s hole.

Then Gerard stayed there, unmoving. One hand on Frank’s throat, the other missing from Frank’s body completely.

“Frankie…” He dragged Frank’s name out, making Frank’s dick twitch and leak more. “Be a good boy and beg for me.”

Frank huffed as his building orgasm took control of his brain, the stars he was seeing had dissipated the longer Gerard stayed outside of him.

“Please, fuck Gerard, please. I need this.” Frank paused, closing his eyes to catch his breath so he didn’t sound so desperate. Although, he was beginning to think Gerard preferred him sounding needy. “I need you inside of me.”

Gerard released a long, deep sigh before wrapping his free hand around the base of Frank’s cock, “You’re such a good boy.” His voice had grown deeper, only turning Frank on more. Gerard’s other hand was still cold but not icy like it had been when he was fingering Frank, instead it was a welcome cooling to Frank’s blisteringly hot skin.

The relief of Gerard’s first pump of Frank’s dick was almost enough to make him cum immediately. Frank grunted as he attempted to think of anything that might turn him off just enough to not bust so easily.

“Again.” Gerard demanded, pausing at Frank’s base after one pump.

“Please, Gerard.” Another pump, then pause. “Oh god, FUCK! Please!” Frank pushed back against Gerard’s dick as Gerard pumped once more. Pausing at the base again causing Frank to wiggle with need. He felt so empty without Gerard, “Gerard, please…” He pleaded, “Please… I need you inside of me.” Frank couldn’t stop panting as Gerard pumped from the base to his tip before rubbing his thumb over the head of Frank’s dick.

Gerard played with the head of Frank’s dick for a moment, pulling the gasps from Frank as he spread the leaked precum around and down the shaft. Gerard’s next pump was slightly faster, then faster, eliciting a long groan from Frank.

Gerard couldn’t resist as he plunged back into Frank all the way, Frank’s exposed ass smacked into Gerard as he pounded into Frank while pumping Frank’s dick to the same rhythm.

Both were breathing profanities into the room as Frank joined Gerard’s rhythm, riding Gerard anytime he was fully inside to massage his prostate more. Gerard had yanked up his shirt to welcome the sound of their skin slapping each other.

It only took a few deep thrusts before Frank exploded through Gerard’s fingers as Gerard pumped to Frank’s head and rubbed his fingers over it.

Frank’s hot semen shot at the floor, and the wall, dripping between Gerard’s fingers. Gerard chuckled before picking up speed, shuddering as Frank’s ass clenched tightly every time more cum shot from him. Every thrust that hit his end pushed more ropes of cum from him.

Gerard slowed his rhythm, pushing into Frank as deep as their bodies would let them. Gerard would hold still for a little bit every time he reached his base, allowing Frank time to grind his hips for more pleasure. The panting from Frank was enough to almost push Gerard over the edge he was currently teasing.

He waited until Frank’s cock was empty and softening before he fully pulled out again, taking his hand off Frank’s cock, turning Frank’s groans of pleasure into displeasure before he started to catch his breath.

“You didn’t—” But, before Frank could continue, the sound of jerking off that he knew so well sounded from behind him. Gerard slowly began choking Frank as he loudly jerked off. Frank writhed under the choking, hands shooting to his throat to grip Gerard’s fingers that refused to falter.

Frank continued to grind against Gerard’s thighs, feeling the lubricant splash slightly as Gerard quickened his pace. It didn’t take long for Gerard to finally let go of Frank’s throat, he gasped for air as he felt Gerard lift the back of his shirt and spray his hot seed all over his back.

Frank remained facing the wall as Gerard painted his back with his cum, making Frank wish he could go for another round just to feel Gerard inside of him again.

Gerard dropped Frank’s shirt, using it for a moment to wipe his own dick off before stepping away from the heaving, sweaty mess he left Frank to become. The slime of Gerard’s semen squished uncomfortably against his skin. Whatever he used as lubricant was staying slippery while Gerard's cum was quickly hardening into the fabric.

Frank already felt his skin beginning to crawl.

“That’s for ruining my shirt.” Frank could still hear the smile behind his words even though they sounded aggressive.

Frank’s knees were weak, nearly shaking from the pounding. Frank had almost exclusively been fucking men before the apocalypse, but it had been quite a few months since his last one-night stand. Relationships were never really his thing, but Gerard made him feel something different. Frank still felt a softness in his chest and twisting butterflies in his gut.

Gerard pulled Frank back to the moment as he kissed his neck and face. Gerard helped him straighten out and regain his footing before giving Frank some space.

“Hang on, let me grab something for you to clean up with.” Gerard’s voice was still like a low growl, sending a shiver down Frank’s spine as he stood with his pants half down, thankful that the room warmed up since they started.

Gerard’s pants were still mostly on, only his dick stuck out as he threw open the door to the dry storage and walked out without turning any lights on.

Frank stood, feeling awkwardly exposed with his pants around his knees, unsure whether he should cover himself up or not.

But when Gerard came back, he still had his dick out and was wiping it off with what sounded like crinkly paper towels, like the ones from shitty restaurants. Frank held back his distaste for the texture as Gerard approached, “Here.” He held his hand out, but Frank couldn’t make out what it was until he grabbed it.

He grabbed the material and was thankful for no paper towels, instead he held a wet washcloth that was rough from overuse. He stood there for a minute staring down at it as Gerard stuffed himself back into his pants, crumpling the soiled napkins he was using.

“Hey,” Gerard touched free arm, “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.” They stood in silence for a moment before Gerard continued, “I was pretty upset about my shirt though…” He chuckled.

Frank finally looked up and met Gerard’s gaze. Gerard had a small grin that only showed from the side of his mouth. His face looked blissful and tired; Frank took some time to examine it now.

He had subtle lines framing his mouth and eyes, although he still looked young. Even in the dark, Frank could see his face was slightly flushed even now.

Gerard fished for a cigarette and pushed it between his lips without looking away from Frank, not even blinking as they stared at each other.

“You should clean yourself up before it gets too cold.” Gerard nodded down slightly to Frank’s hand, causing Frank to finally look away. The cloth was already cold, but Franks skin still burned and was sweating. He didn’t think the cold would be unwelcome at this point.

Their eyes met again for a few seconds before Frank finally spoke up, “What did you use for lube?”

Gerard couldn’t hold back his laugh, almost dropping his cigarette. Almost.

“We’re in a restaurants storage room, they have literally gallons of cooking oil.”

“You used… cooking oil… in my asshole.”

“I just wanted you lubed up and ready for me.” Gerard winked while his smile grew, and Frank could only scowl. The hand with the towel dropping to his side. “Wanna smoke?” Gerard held up his black lighter between them.

Frank blushed and rolled his eyes, but nodded after finally breaking their gaze.

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bindtorturekillme · 7 months ago

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Your Eyes, Vacant and Stained

Ch.10 - 3.8k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

Frank crossed his arms and leaned against the counter behind him. Waiting.

More silence. He crossed his ankles and rolled his eyes, unable to prevent himself from chewing on his bottom lip as he never got the response he wanted.

Ugh… This is why we should’ve never split up in the first place…

Warnings

Gore, Death, Murder, WORK-IN-PROGRESS, not completed (and chapters unknown) but I know the ending, trust me guys I will write it, I just need people to love this idea with me, Zombies, Gay, mcr??

Support my AO3 with part ten otherwise, enjoy ♥

The closer the two got to their destination, the more eerie the desert became. Frank had noticed as they drove that the zombies roaming quickly dissipated. The video of the melting body clumps Gerard had shown him days before was still plaguing his thoughts. Not seeing anything like that anymore made him question whether it was even real.

Frank rolled his eyes and sighed at himself, earning a sidelong look from Gerard, who was walking tall with his shoulders back while Frank hunched a bit. The weight of the bags and weapon, plus the claustrophobic heat that blistered onto his skull, made him feel heavier than normal.

They stayed silent for most of the walk, Frank was too hot to think anyways and didn’t mind. Gerard was the one to break the silence once the building was so close they could make out a large parking lot first, in front of a three—maybe four—story building with lines of large windows going across each floor. The parking lot had a fair number of cars in it still, but it was terrifyingly quiet.

“Hey,” Gerard chuckled, pointing at the large green sign that used to say the exit name, but half of the sign was missing, and it was littered with bullet holes. “That’s my last name!” Gerard flashed a toothy grin at Frank as Frank moved to look at the sign, South Way, it said on two separate lines.

“South?” Frank smiled at himself as Gerard hit his arm, causing Frank to stumble sideways and release a mischievous giggle.

“It’s Way, you ass. Come on,” Gerard had stopped them momentarily to point out the sign, but he continued walking almost immediately. Frank trudged slowly behind him.

The closer they got to the exit, the more of the structure came into view. The design made it look as though three different buildings were placed one after the next, then stuck together. Each section of the building was a different color, and each had their own style of windows. Eventually, as they got closer, huge nets that went up another two or three stories began to appear behind the building and—

“Is this another FUCKING golf course?!” Frank dropped one bag and his axe in frustration before running off the road and climbing up the dirty mound that elevated the parking lot. The duffle he had slung over his back stuck to him grossly as he clawed his fingers into the hot dirt.

Gerard smirked as he watched Frank attempt to climb, lighting a cigarette casually before grabbing the bag Frank dropped (which was technically Gerard’s) and his axe before slowly following behind. He took deep drags of the cigarette as he worked his way around the dirt to climb up it without dropping to his hands and knees.

As Gerard pulled himself up onto the burning asphalt of the lot, he saw Frank not too far over splayed out on his stomach, hands and feet out like a starfish, his face straight down into the concrete.

“How’s it goin’, bud.” Gerard squatted beside Frank, Frank’s mouth watered at the scent of the tobacco, he wanted a taste, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted it from the stick or from what held onto it.

Frank threw up his thumb without saying anything. Gerard puffed the smoke out of his nose in a weak laugh as he patted Frank’s shoulder.

“I can carry this stuff but let’s get inside.” Gerard straightened, turning his attention to the building that was so obviously another golf course. “Maybe they still have wi-fi…” Gerard yanked out his phone and tapped a few things before holding it out towards the building.

Neither of them had gotten service since before they broke down and, although Gerard was decent at staying calm, cool, and collected; he was significantly worse at staying that way when it came to his brother.

Frank had made a mental note during their walk to count how often Gerard checked his phone for service. It was one hundred and eight times. They had only walked for a little over an hour before spotting the South Way sign.

Frank listened as Gerard finished the cigarette, stamping it out with his foot before inhaling deeply and wetly coughing into his arm.

Frank turned his head to lay his cheek flat on the ground, watching as Gerard hacked a bit before spitting away into the dirt.

“I’m not one to mention people’s vices…” Frank started, but Gerard cut him off.

“Then don’t.” Gerard walked past Frank without sparing him a glance. He moved straight towards the building, leaving Frank to cook on the ground.

But Frank didn’t move right away either. Instead, he laid there, staring at the now vacant area that Gerard was previously inhabiting. Despite their current situation, Frank was unable to deny how beautiful the scenery was out West.

Is Utah still considered ‘out west’ or is this just Midwest now…

He argued with himself for a while, attempting to decide on his own where the line is to divide the West and the Midwest as he got lost within the clouds that did nothing to hide the sun away even for a few seconds.

He wasn’t sure when, but at some point Frank fell asleep. Or maybe he passed out, he wasn’t entirely sure. When he came to, it felt like his eyes had never closed. His vision blurred back in as the blackness around the edges receded slowly.

Gerard was crouching over him, giving him minor relief from the sun, but the ground still radiated up into his face.

“When I walked away, you were supposed to follow.”

Like I don’t know that? Frank mentally rolled his eyes, closing his real ones as he groaned.

“Come on,” Gerard got up, planted one leg on either side of Frank’s hips, wrapped up under his armpits and peeled him off the asphalt. Tiny pebbles stayed embedded within Frank’s cheek and forehead as Gerard wobbled a little at Frank’s deadweight.

“Just leave me here to die…”

“I’m not letting you die in the parking lot of a fucking golf course, Frankie, now get your feet under you and MOVE.” Gerard pulled Frank up onto his feet before taking his arms back and shoving the axe into Frank’s chest.

Frank wobbled as he regained his balance, hands absently wrapping around the handle to hold the axe to his own chest. Hearing Gerard call him Frankie again had twisting in his groin as he grew slightly hard. It didn’t help that Gerard could practically throw him around like he weighed nothing.

God, you are such a bottom… Frank groaned out loud, wiping the rocks out of his skin as he followed Gerard to the building.

This course was significantly different from the one they were previously staying at; it had a much larger community area around the front and the side, blanketed by fake grass with a random scattering of now overturned picnic tables and chairs. Wrapping around the entire building looked like a mini-golf course, the netting behind the building was for the range, the full eighteen holes started beside the mini-course on the opposite side from the highway. It spanned out as far as the eye could see. The florescent green grass and plastic looking trees being framed by the brown mountains and dirt ground made the course look so… fake.

Once inside, the strange, modernized style of the building made sense. Walking into the far-left side first, they were greeted with the typical ticket stand style booth sitting center as soon as they walked in. Mini-golf balls and putts were stacked in brightly colored, random arrangements. Behind the booth were more tables and chairs, sturdier than the ones just outside, and these were all neatly put together. Looking untouched by the sudden onslaught of the walking dead.

Frank’s stomach twisted uncomfortably as his gut made him feel like he needed to puke.

“I don’t like this, Gee…” Frank had his axe at the ready, it was much too quiet. But Frank quickly realized giving Gerard his own nickname during Frank’s suddenly intense fear was a bad idea because Gerard didn’t hear the anxiety coating Frank’s tongue. Instead, he eyed Frank up and down from over his shoulder, his face was stoic, but Frank could see something in his eyes that burned like fire.

Frank felt like he was naked, as Gerard continued to stare, seeming to undress him with his eyes.

“Are you scared?” Gerard’s voice had a darker note to it than usual, Frank felt his heart beat in his cock as it twitched harder.

Frank felt the handle of the axe grow slick with sweat as Gerard continued to watch him grow more uncomfortable. But Frank decided to shake his head slowly, watching as Gerard turned and straightened out to peer down at him.

Frank used all his power to pretend he couldn’t see that Gerard was also growing hungrier for the taste of him again as Gerard’s dick got noticeably hard in his obnoxiously tight jeans.

Gerard took a step closer; Frank felt his temperature rise a little. Even though they were in a completely open room, Frank felt like prey being trapped in the corner. And he wasn’t sure he entirely disliked that idea…

“We should look for the wi-fi password…” Gerard drawled, watching Frank closely. Frank was confused about the mood shift from being hot and bothered to the wi-fi again. “There’s probably a manager’s desk, probably an entire room…”

Ooooooh… Gerard stepped closer, making Frank gulp. There are ulterior motives…

Frank bit back a smile and hoped if he bit hard enough the pain would turn him off a little but that didn’t happen. Frank couldn’t help himself as Gerard smiled at him, he was so close now Frank was able to smell the faint scent of the cigarette on his breath. All he wanted was to feel their mouths moving together again, to feel the wet heat from the two of them being too close and wanting each other too much without even touching.

But Frank really wanted to touch him, especially now with them being a handful of inches apart and all he was craving was to taste the leftovers from the old cigarette.

“Come on,” With one last look up and down, Gerard turned on his heels and began to walk to the center of the building. Frank shook himself back to reality before following closely on Gerard’s heels. This area was concealed behind a single, tiny door that just read LOBBY in bold, red lettering.

The center area looked almost like a hotel lobby; a large desk sat in the center of the large room. Behind the desk was a fake waterfall spanning up two flights, where either side was framed by a large set of stairs that wrapped up to the second floor. The second floor was lofted, allowing the lobby to have a high ceiling. The loft had a glass railing, it was impossible to see what was upstairs with the waterfall in the way.

“This is…” Frank started, unable to take his eyes away from the over extravagance that seemed so… unnecessary for a golf course. They both dropped their bags in front of the desk, silently agreeing the only thing they needed was their weapons.

“Yeah…” Gerard replied, ignoring the fact that Frank trailed off. Gerard checked behind his shoulder, seeing Frank was distracted and pushed on. Frank checked behind the desk, not realizing Gerard was still walking.

The desk seemed to be mostly empty. It looked like a couple of piles of papers had been scattered across the surface, some had landed on the ground but none of them had any information that mattered to Frank. A lot of them looked like excel sheets full of numbers and names.

He sifted through the pages, unsure of what he was looking for. The desk was completely empty. No keys, cables, phones, or a computer.

How were they even checking people in…? There’s no way they did this –

A loud bang cut off Frank’s train of thought, making him jump. He whipped around to face the archway Gerard had disappeared through earlier.

Followed by silence, Frank forgot about the desk and its contents to find the sound. The silence grew as he entered the restaurant, the floor had switched from tiles to a dark red carpet that matched the dark red and black theme of the inside.

This room was also strangely still set up and undisturbed by the apocalypse that seemed to become suffocating for Frank. Every seat was flipped upside down, each table holding four hanging chairs. The hostess stand looked neatly put together, not a single menu or utensil pack was out of line.

A large bar occupied the back center of the room, the barstools were still standing but all six of them were tucked neatly underneath the bar. A rectangular window with no glass sat to one side, beyond the open window was unmistakably a kitchen yet he couldn’t see a door in from this side of the bar.

To the right of the bar, the opposite side of the window into the kitchen, was one long wall that spanned to the end of the room. The entire wall was filled with different types of slots games, since they were all powered off it cast a heavy shadow around the corner. An endless void that loomed over Frank, even the large windows letting in the sun didn’t seem to reach this far back.

Following the wall past the window was a corner that Frank didn’t hesitate to follow. The hallway he found himself starting down was even darker. The looming sense of dread filled his stomach and his mouth dried up. Even if he wanted to try to call Gerard’s name, it wasn’t going to come out.

The end of the hall was impossible to see, making feel like an endless void that wanted to eat him more than the cannibals outside did. He could make out three doors down this hall before it grew too dark; two were bathrooms, made obvious by the gendered signs on each, while the last had an EMPLOYEES ONLY sign on it.

The sign reminded Frank of the first time he’d met Gerard, Mikey and Ray. How he felt safer with them than he had felt since waking up in that hotel. This reminder helped to wash away some of the dread that was creeping up from his stomach into his throat. Although his mouth remained dry, the hints of acid coming up made him swallow whatever his mouth could gather.

The subtle squeak of Frank’s shoes came back as he pushed through the door that led into the kitchen. It was lighter in here, he could make out the huge gas stoves, the long prep tables, ovens that could fit three of him inside. The squeaking became annoyingly obvious as he went deeper, a few walk-in cooler doors shined as he walked past.

He was certain the sound came from back here, the bang sounded like stainless steel and the kitchen was basically just stainless steel.

It wasn’t long before Frank found the culprit of the sound, a large pot was turned over on the ground between a couple of tables. Frank felt a minor sigh of relief as saliva filled his mouth again. Looking up, there was a long rack hanging from the ceiling that held numerous pots and pans.

Although it wasn’t impossible that the pot dropped by itself, Frank was suspicious of Gerard’s intentions behind sneaking off and now hiding from him. Absently, Frank bent over and collected the pot, he was too short to reach up and hang it from the rack again, so he settled with placing it on top of one of the stove burners.

“Okay, Gerard. I get it,” Frank swung around and scanned the very empty room. A huge dishwashing line took up the majority of the very back of the room. “You figured me out. I sometimes get horny when I’m scared.” Frank threw his hands in the air, “I’d rather know you’re not a zombie before I let you do anything.”

Silence.

Frank crossed his arms and leaned against the counter behind him. Waiting.

More silence. He crossed his ankles and rolled his eyes, unable to prevent himself from chewing on his bottom lip as he never got the response he wanted.

Ugh… This is why we should’ve never split up in the first place…

Frank waited a little longer, not breaking the silence again until he pushed off the counter and made his way through the kitchen. “Gerard…?” Frank found another walk-in cooler door, more prep tables with slicers and knife blocks decorating them. Behind a locked, cage door was a small liquor room. In the limited light, Frank could still make out that hardly anything in there had been used.

His mouth watered, missing the taste of whiskey, especially when it was being tasted from Gerard’s tongue—BANG.

Frank jumped, nearly losing his balance as he rammed his hip into a table next to him. The bang came from where he was, quickly making his way back around, he immediately saw the pot he picked up earlier now on the floor again on almost the other side of the room.

Either there was a very strong ghost, or Gerard was having fun fucking with him.

He hoped (and assumed) it was the latter. Huffing, he picked the pot back up and placed it onto the stove again.

“First of all, rude.” He said out loud, knowing Gerard was listening. “Second of all, I saw you come back here, you can’t scare me.” Truthfully, Frank only assumed Gerard came back here. That was when Frank realized Gerard could be in the bathroom, or even behind the bar.

Frank made his way through the kitchen again, slower this time, checking around the opposite way from the liquor he found. Rounding the other corner he was greeted with a short hallway, only two rooms were down here. One room was labeled EMPLOYEE BATHROOM, the other labeled MANAGERS OFFICE.

As Frank mindlessly gulped, he unknowingly swallowed the last of his spit before his mouth dried from fear. He cursed himself for hoping he would find Gerard behind the door, because at least Gerard was a physical being. He wasn’t sure if fighting a ghost was even an option…

But, as he pushed open the door to the manager’s office, and flicked on the light, he was greeted by an empty room. At least, it looked empty. Frank quickly confirmed this after checking under the desk. The room was much too small to hide anywhere else.

The back and forth of Frank’s relief and fear was making his stomach feel sick, without thinking Frank stomped out of the office and into the bathroom next door. Which was, of course, also empty save for the toilet, sink, and paper towel dispenser.

The next BANG that sounded from the kitchen didn’t scare Frank this time, instead it pissed him off. Gerard saw this as a game, he was toying with Frank at a time when they should both be careful about how loud they were being.

With a growl, Frank flicked off the lights to the bathroom and office and stalked back into the kitchen. He stomped up to the pot on the ground again, whipping his head back and forth, peaking around each corner attempting to see any sort of movement or see even the tiniest of squeaks.

“I know you’re having fun, and you somehow think I deserve this, but—” Then, the tiniest of squeaks did come. It came from a door in the back next to the end of the dishwasher line, where a mountain of clean dishes were stacked uncomfortably high.

This door crept open slowly inward, exposing another dark room. It was less like the endless voids Frank had found in the corners of the rooms while making his way in here. This was a portal into another world. Frank couldn’t make out what anything inside the room was but there was no movement. And, once the door creaked open to its full extent, that previously deafening silence enveloped the room again.

Frank set the pot onto a prep table instead this time, caring far more about what he was seconds away from discovering. He moved slowly towards the now open door, being conscious to walk in a way that prevented his steps from being so loud.

He reached the doorway and peered in, allowing his eyes to adjust. Tall shelves full of different boxes and cans, lots of dry goods. Frank clocked it as the pantry. The shelves seemed to reach the ceiling, and they were stocked full. Frank felt the wall beside him, attempting to find a switch for the light. But as his eyes adjusted, he noticed a string hanging high above attached to one shitty light bulb that didn’t even have a cover.

Of course… Frank flicked his eyes around again, if there were zombies in here, he knew they wouldn’t be silent. Even the one in his hotel room that he didn’t see right away had been making sounds, it was just muffled from the pounding hangover.

He took one step in, listening. Then another, still silent. Three steps in and he felt confident he was alone. Four steps and he reached out for the string on the light only to be startled again when the door behind him slammed shut, thrusting him immediately into darkness. The string forgotten as he shrunk into himself.

“Gee—” Was all he was able to get out before his face and stomach were slammed into the wall next to him. His sweat soaked hands caused his axe to go flying, clattering somewhere between the shelves.

Warmth cocooned Frank as Gerard covered him with his own body, with Frank’s cheek squished against the wall, Gerard gradually snaked his hand around Frank’s waist. Starting at his waist, Gerard’s fingertips played under the hem of his shirt, teasing Frank’s depraved skin. Gerard moved his hand up under Frank’s shirt to caress his chin before clasping his fist closed around Frank’s throat.

Stealing his breath without warning, and Frank fucking loved it.

“You think I’m going to wait for you to let me do things to you…? I remember how you acted on the truck that night…” Gerard’s free hand went to Frank’s cock that was fighting for freedom under his jeans. “I think it’s time for payback…”

Gerard nipped the sensitive area behind Frank’s ear, licking up his lobe and he squeezed Frank’s dick, eliciting a desperate groan from Frank.

Gerard let out of soft chuckle as Frank pushed his hips back into Gerard’s stiff dick that dug into him. “I knew you liked it��” Frank choked on another groan as Gerard squeezed his throat harder. “We’re going to have some fun…” Was the last thing Gerard said before beginning to unzip Frank’s pants.

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