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09 April 2008 @ 03:34 pm
Games - 1/1  
Title: Games
Author: xxtoxicmexx
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC:17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, well, not in this reality anyway.
Summary: Frank wasn’t like any other teenagers his own age. He was different. Not for the reasons you may think, though. Frank spent his afternoons and weekends looking after a mentally ill boy. His name was Gerard.
Beta: gee4president = ♥♥♥
Warnings: Well you can kinda guess where this is going but anyway, there will be sex, swearing, gay sex and yeah... stuff like that.
EDIT - warnings now also include molestation and sexual abuse
A.N: Be nice! this was a very different fic for me and I yeah it's pretty close to that line that I just wont cross for any reason... but yeah, it's different. So read it and tell me what you think?



Frank wasn’t like any other teenagers his own age. He was different. Not for the reasons you may think, though. Frank spent his afternoons and weekends looking after a mentally ill boy. His name was Gerard. The boy had been in an accident when he was fourteen and he suffered a major blow to the head and damaged his brain. He had the mind of a child now.

Gerard was essentially a five yr old boy trapped in a seventeen year olds body. Everything he said or did was like that of a child. He couldn’t understand long and hard words, he didn’t understand how the world worked and he could barely read. He didn’t go to school and the only time he learnt anything was when his mum had a spare half hour or so to teach him new words and sayings.

Their parents were friends and Linda had suggested that Frank look after Gerard as Donna was working double shifts and didn’t have the time or the money to properly look after him. Frank hadn’t wanted to but as soon as he met the other boy he’d said yes almost immediately. There was just something about him that made him agree to it.

And it wasn’t just because of his body.

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“Gerard sweetie, Frank’s here!” Donna called up the stairs.

Frank smiled and closed the door after him. It was routine to him now. Arrive at four in the afternoon, say hi and bye to Donna in the same sentence as she was always in a rush and running late and look after Gerard till eight when Donna would arrive home.

It was his job to teach Gerard how to read and write, do some simple maths and to watch out for him. Gerard had a tendency to follow the family cat, Bubbles, around the house and out into the yard. Once Donna had left him for a minute and he had followed the cat three blocks away from the house.

It was a horrible night for all of them.

Donna had called Linda and she and Frank had joined the search for the missing boy. It was Frank who found him, curled up on the side of the road sobbing his eyes out. As soon as his eyes landed on Frank he ran forward and launched himself into his arms nearly knocking him over. He had cried and apologized and wiped his runny nose all over Frank’s new sweater but he didn’t mind. It was part of his job.

“Frankie!”

Frank looked up and smiled at Gerard. He was at the top of the stairs in his Batman PJ’s holding an old stuffed dog called Mr. Kitty.

“Hey, Gee, how’s it going?” Frank asked.

Gerard ran down the stairs and threw his arms around Frank’s neck hugging him tight. Frank laughed and hugged him back, wrapping his hands around Gerard’s waist and not letting go, not minding at all that Mr. Kitty was pushed up against his face.

Donna grinned at them then looked at her watch.
“Fuck! I’m late. Listen, Frank, I’ll be late tonight so could you be a dear and make Gerard dinner and put him to bed? I should be back before ten.”

Frank inwardly cursed; he had a date later on tonight. But one pouty look from Gerard and he had to say yes. He could never say no to Gerard’s pouty face. The way his bottom lip jutted out just begging to be licked and kissed… he couldn’t say no.

“Sure thing Donna, that’s no problem.”

“Okay, good. I’ll see you later then.”

She was out the door before he or Gerard could say goodbye.

Frank pried Gerard’s arms from around and turned to face the boy.
“So, Gee-baby, why exactly are you in your batman PJ’s? It’s not bedtime yet.”

Gerard looked up at him cheekily and hugged Mr. Kitty tight to his chest.
“I know that Frankie. But mummy never put out my clothes so I stayed in my jammies and she didn’t care.”

Frank shook his head. That would be right. Donna was so busy in her own life that she didn’t have any time to properly look after Gerard. After the accident Gerard’s parents had split and Don had taken Mikey to live in New York while Donna stayed in Jersey to look after Gerard. Don just couldn’t take it, his eldest son reduced to the mind-set of a child. Mikey didn’t know how to understand it and Don thought it would be best to totally abandon Donna and Gerard and move to the city.

“Okay then, well, it’s a bit after four so we should probably go up to your room and work on some lessons, shouldn’t we?”

“But I don’t wanna learn Frankie; I wanna have fun and play games… can’t we play games Frankie?” Gerard whined, grabbing one of Frank’s hands and swinging it between them.

Frank just shook his head. Gerard hated his lessons, he found them boring and pointless. Frank got over it though, Gerard needed to know these things and Frank was the one to teach him. Some days went perfectly and Gerard wouldn’t complain at all but on others, he would throw a tantrum and lock himself in a room only opening the door after Frank would agree to play some silly game.

“Sorry Gee, but we really have to do some work. But after we finish I’ll play whatever game you want,” Frank reasoned.

He liked to let Gerard pick the game they played, he wanted it to be Gerard’s choice, not his. It used to always be his choice but lately, he’d found it better to let Gerard choose.

And Gerard never chose the wrong game.

Gerard frowned but nodded. Sure he wouldn’t get to play games now but Frankie promised to play games later so he would still get his own way eventually.

“Okay Frankie. Let’s go!” Gerard said grabbing Frank’s hand and dragging him up the stairs to his room.

Once the door was closed Frank sat Gerard down on his floor and pulled out his books. He set them all out for Gerard and told him what he was up to and what he had to do next. They were up to writing now. Gerard could write his own name, Frank, Mum, and Bubbles so far.

Only once Gerard was working and fully concentrating on his work - he was trying to write Linda now and he refused to learn the words his books set out until he could write all the words he wanted – did Frank lean back against Gerard’s bed and let out a sigh.

He pulled his knees up so he could rest his hands on them and leant his head back against the bed closing his eyes. He should be hanging out with friends and getting into trouble, not helping some fucking mentally ill kid learn to write. But he knew he couldn’t leave Gerard now, not only would it destroy the poor boy but Gerard knew some secrets that Frank never wanted to be uttered aloud again. If he left there was nothing stopping Gerard from telling his mum everything.

And that would be bad.

Really bad.

Also, he liked Gerard. There was something about the boy that just pulled him in. There were times when Gerard was drawing or something and he would look up at Frank with such adoring passion in his eyes, that Frank couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t leave Gerard. There was no way.

Opening his eyes Frank looked around Gerard’s room. It still held remnants of the former Gerard that gave Frank a little look into what the boy was like before his accident. There were posters of The Misfits and Black-flag still up on his walls, letting Frank know that the old Gerard had a really good taste in music. There were pictures he had drawn stuck up on his cupboard doors. Most were of zombies and vampires and they were far more professional compared to what Gerard drew now. He had Batman bed sheets and piles of comics in the corner of his room, right next to his pile of story and picture books that he liked having read to him before he went to sleep.

He had a fluffy rug on the floor so he could play on the ground and a toy chest stood in the corner overflowing with action figures and dolls. There was green night light next to his bed that had to be turned on every night before Gerard went to bed. It wasn’t just his bedroom that had changed either. Donna had to make some massive changes to the house to accommodate Gerard.

There were extra locks on the doors so Gerard wouldn’t run away. All the draws in the kitchen that had sharp objects in them now had latches or locks, and each room had locking doors now. Even the toaster had to be kept in a locked cupboard since Gerard had tried to copy what his brother did by sticking a fork in it, nearly killing himself. It happened about a week before Don had left.

And all of these things cost money, causing Donna to take up a second job which allowed her little to no time for Gerard who suffered badly because of it. If there was one thing Gerard hated more than anything, not including needles, it was being left alone. On the odd occasion that Frank was late he would find the boy sitting in his room all curled up crying his eyes out. But as soon as he knew Frank was there, the tears would stop and the snotty nose was rubbed away on his sweater and he was happy again. He had the weirdest mood swings ever. One minute he would be happy and laughing and the next, something would happen to make him cry or scream and run away.

He also had an intense fear of cars. He had had his accident while in a car and it must have stuck with him because it was the only evidence he showed of knowing what happened to him. Gerard had been sitting in the passenger seat of the family car on his way home from a late night study session at the library when a drunk driver crashed into him from behind sending him flying into the windscreen. His friend Bob had been in the backseat and his mother in the front. Both were wearing their seatbelts unlike Gerard. He must have forgotten Bob had later said. Both Bob and Mrs Bryar had suffered only minor cuts and bruises but Gerard had cracked the glass with his head.

He had been in a coma for two weeks before he awoke, and he awoke a child. The doctors said it would wear off over time but it hadn’t. Gerard couldn’t remember anything that happened to him after the age of five. He knew his mum and dad and Mikey but was often confused and scared as to why they were so old.

When it came time to leave the hospital a full two moths later Gerard had freaked out at the sight of the car and had screamed and cried until he was back inside and away from it. It took Donna a week to finally get Gerard back into the car and he had squirmed and cried the entire way home. Even today if he was in a car for longer than ten or fifteen minutes he would start to cry and even scream. It made going anywhere with Gerard a hassle and a pain.

Frank was snapped from his musings by Gerard who was sitting in between his legs staring up at him smiling.

“What’s up?” Frank asked.

“I finished all my work and I writed all the words the book told me too. Can we play now?” Gerard asked hopefully, shoving his papers into Frank’s lap.

Frank picked them up and looked at Gerard’s overly large, wonky writing. He had written down all ten words twice and they were all spelt correctly and all the letters were in the right places.

“That’s great baby,” Frank murmured, looking at the big blue clock on the wall. Six pm. Wow time flies, he thought idly.

“Okay Gee, its six o’clock and I’m starving, so how about we get something to eat before we start playing games, yeah?” Frank asked.

Gerard nodded, jumped up and ran down out the room before Frank had even stood up. Shaking his head and smiling slightly, Frank followed at a normal pace, hands shoved deep in his jeans pockets. It had been a long arse day and he was so tired. Gerard was right, games sounded like the best idea right about now.

He just hoped Gerard picked the right one.

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At six thirty Frank and Gerard were sat in the living room eating wedges and salad. Donna insisted that Gerard have a healthy diet these days. As a teenager he had eaten junk food and take out food all the time but she had seen Gerard’s accident as a way to start over.

They were watching Lady and the Tramp, one of Gerard’s favourite movies when Frank’s phone rang. Gerard watched him as he pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it open.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Where the fuck are you, Iero?” a very annoyed Jenn asked.

Frank sighed into the phone and closed his eyes.
“Sorry, Jenn. I can’t go out tonight, I’m working.”

“Working? You mean with that retard you always go to?”

Frank frowned and looked at Gerard. He wasn’t a retard it wasn’t his fault some drunk-arse driver ploughed into their car.
“Jenn, shut the fuck up, you have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” she screeched, making Frank pull the phone away from his ear.

“Well don’t call him a retard! God. Listen. I can’t go out tonight and I don’t think I would want to anyway. Go and fuck McCracken or something,” Frank said, not even waiting for her to reply before hanging up and tossing his phone on the table.

Gerard turned to him and frowned, the movie seemingly forgotten.
“Is something wrong Frankie?”

Frank sighed and moved to sit next to Gerard on the couch, wrapping both his arms around him.
“Nope, nothing is wrong baby. So, now that we’re all full, do you want to play a game?”

Gerard smiled and nodded his head. He loved playing games with Frankie, especially the special games. They were weird to him at first but now he liked them.

“What game do you want to play then?” Frank asked, idly stroking Gerard’s side.

“Can we play a special game Frankie?”

Frank smirked; Gerard always made the right choices.
“Sure thing, Gee. And if we are going to be playing special games we should go to your room, shouldn’t we?”

Gerard nodded again and jumped off the couch to run upstairs to his room, shouting out for Frank to race him. Frank got up off the couch slowly and headed up the stairs, a smirk plastered across his face.

He loved special games.

By the time he got to Gerard’s room and had closed and locked the door, the other boy was already sitting on the rug with his pants off.

Such a good boy Frank thought to himself still smirking.

He kicked off his shoes and socks and walked over to the bed, sitting down with his legs spread while Gerard watched him with big eyes.

Frank leant back on his hands and watched Gerard waiting for him to make the first move. After a silent minute Gerard crawled between his legs and sat down, looking up at Frank.

“What now, Gee?”

Gerard shook his head.
“I don’t know Frankie, what kind of special game do you think we should play?”

Frank sat up with a smile, cradling his hands through Gerard’s hair and pulling him close enough so their noses were nearly touching.

“You like sucking on popsicles, don’t you, Gee?” He asked quietly.

Gerard just smiled and nodded his head. He loved popsicles, especially the red ones, they were the best ever. But he didn’t understand what they had to do with his and Frankie’s special games.

“Well, I have… something that you might want to suck,” Frank said slowly moving one of his hands down to his fly and unzipping it leisurely, Gerard watching him the entire time.

When it was undone, he lifted his hips and pushed his underwear and jeans down his legs and onto the floor. Gerard watched with curious eyes as his erection was exposed. Frank sighed and pulled Gerard closer to him, the other boy coming willingly. Frank placed his hands on Gerard’s neck and pulled him up so he stood up on his knees between his legs.

They both looked down at Frank’s erection, Gerard’s eye’s wide and questioning, as he titled his head to the side with curiosity. Frank felt himself stiffening at the adorable sight. He sighed as he moved a hand down to run over his erection lightly. He breathed out sharply at the sensation and closed his eyes.

“Do you wanna suck it Gee? It doesn’t taste to bad or anything,” he whispered.

Gerard’s eyes widened and he looked up and into Frank’s half lidded eyes, blinking rapidly. He wanted to try sucking it but it was different from the popsicles he liked and it looked really weird to him. He had seen them before and he vaguely knew what it was but he was still a little nervous.

“Come on Gee, you wanted to play special games didn’t you?” Frank said opening his eyes fully, getting a little annoyed about Gerard’s hesitation. He really wanted Gerard to get on with it.

Gerard nodded and moved down so that he was kneeling right in front of Frank’s very hard erection.
“What… what do I do Frankie?”

Frank smirked and threaded his fingers through Gerard’s hair to calm him down.
“You just suck it like a popsicle Gee… just don’t bite or anything.”

Gerard nodded and leaned down so he was eye level with it, he breathed out and his eyes widened as Frank’s body jerked slightly as the air hit him. Swallowing he closed his eyes and moved his head in, slowly opening his mouth and licking the side slightly. He knew he was on the right track when Frank sighed and leaned back a bit on his hand. Gerard swallowed again and moved to like the head of Frank’s erection. It was kinda of salty but he didn’t mind. It was okay.

Gerard opened his mouth slightly and took the head into his mouth sucking lightly making Frank let out a low moan. Encouraged by this Gerard moved his head down taking as much of Frank as he could into his mouth, licking and sucking as he went down. As he pulled off he sucked the tip into his mouth and licked it making Frank groan loudly above him.

“That’s it, baby,” Frank breathed out, looking down and watching Gerard with his mouth hanging wide open.

“Try taking it all in your mouth again.”

Gerard nodded and sunk back down trying to take all of Frank’s erection into his mouth. He felt the tip hit the back of his throat and he gagged causing his throat to close up around Frank’s erection. Frank moaned and gripped Gerard’s head letting himself jerk into his mouth. Gerard could feel tears at the corners of his eyes but he tried to take it.

He was big boy now and big boys did could do this.

Frank could feel his stomach start to tighten so he pulled himself out of Gerard’s mouth with a regretful groan. As much as he wanted to come down Gerard’s throat or even on his face he could would much rather come in Gerard’s oh so very tight arse.

Breathing heavily he looked down at Gerard who was licking his lips, which were more plump and redder than usual.

“Did I do good Frankie?”

“You did great baby,” Frank breathed out. “Why don’t you lie down, yeah? Get ready for the next game?”

Gerard nodded vigorously and moved back to lie down on the rug. He absent-mindly pulled his knees up so his feet were planted on the ground and rocked his legs back and forth childishly, making Frank almost moan at the sight.

He stripped off his shirt and moved off the bed and over to Gerard. He placed his hands on Gerard’s legs and pushed them apart so he could settle his own hips between Gerard’s pale thighs.

Gerard had his head turned to the side and was playing with the rug; it was so fluffy and purple - his favourite colour. He loved the way it felt on his legs and back because it was soft and thick. He gladly let Frank open his legs, eager to feel his carers hips fit perfectly with his own, kind of like two pieces of his favourite jigsaw puzzle.

He liked this game. It hurt sometimes but it always made him tingly all over and it made his body feel so good.

Frank pushed Gerard’s shirt up a little so he could look at his stomach and hips. He loved Gerard’s stomach and his hips. They were so smooth and he wanted nothing more than to bite and mark him but, he couldn’t. Donna would no doubt notice and the last thing he needed was anyone finding out.

While Gerard played with the rug Frank grabbed the lube out of pocket and applied it to his fingers. He sat up and moved Gerard’s hips up and placed a Batman pillow underneath them so he could have better leverage. Frank leant forward and kissed Gerard’s cheek, getting his attention.

Gerard turned to face him and smiled.

“You remember what I taught you about kissing?”

Gerard nodded and closed his eyes puckering his lips up at Frank making the other boy laugh. At the sound of Frank’s laughter Gerard opened his eyes and frowned up at him.

“Isn’t that right Frankie?” He asked.

“Well, I want to show a new and even better way of kissing. What you do is, you’ll open your mouth- just a bit, not wide or anything baby, then I’m going to kiss you and put my tongue in your mouth,” Frank explained, all the while slowly pushing his finger into Gerard. He wanted to take the other boy’s mind off of what was happening.

Gerard nodded and opened his mouth, just a little bit, just like Frank said. Frank smirked and moved his head down kissing Gerard full on the mouth as he plunged his finger into Gerard, whose gasps of surprise and pain were lost in Frank’s mouth. Frank moved his tongue into Gerard’s slightly parted lips and ran his tongue across his teeth making Gerard gasp and ache below him.

Frank pushed in a second finger and Gerard raised his hips off the pillow a bit, trying to accommodate the probing fingers. Frank kept kissing him and stroking his sides to distract him. By the time his third finger was in Gerard had lowered his hips and was trying to kiss Frank back.

Frank pulled away abruptly and sat back a bit taking a few deep breaths while Gerard watched him with big eyes.

“You ready for the real game?” Frank asked.

Gerard nodded and leant his head back again, he was getting that tingly feeling he always got when Frank and him played games. Frank grabbed the lube and applied the rest of the small tube onto his very hard erection. Moving to Gerard he pushed his legs apart and settled his hips down so the head of his erection was just resting at Gerard’s entrance.

“You ready for this baby?” Frank asked, pushing Gerard’s hair out of his face.

“Yep, let’s play Frankie.”

Frank smiled and pushed in slowly watching as Gerard’s face scrunched up. He hated hurting Gerard like this but there was nothing else he could do. Once he was all the way in he paused and looked down at Gerard, who still had his head back and eyes closed.

“You okay baby?”

Gerard let out a breath and tipped his head forward to face Frank, tears already starting to line his eyes.

“It hurts Frankie,” he whispered

“I know it does baby, but that’s a part of the game and it always gets better. Do you want to keep playing?” Frank asked, really hoping that Gerard said yes.

Gerard took another deep breath and nodded.
“Yeah, yeah I wanna keep playing.”

Frank leant forward and kissed his chastely on the lips, pulling out slowly as he did and thrusting back in even slower. Gerard gasped and arched his back tipping his head back as Frank pushed in again.

Slowly Frank started to build up a rhythm and in no time was thrusting into Gerard hard and fast while the other boy whimpered and gasped beneath him. Gerard didn’t know how to be vocal during sex yet so he would only gasp and whimper, make noises that he had no control over. Frank was more than okay this, the whole ‘fuck me harder with your big cock, baby!’ just creeped him out. He preferred this.

He preferred Gerard.

Frank groaned and buried his face in Gerard’s exposed neck, he was getting so close. The feeling of Gerard’s tight heat around him was making him almost dizzy with pleasure and the noises he was making were music to his ears.

Gerard’s hands were still placed out on the rug buried in it’s furry depths, trying to grip onto it for support. His chest was heaving under his batman t-shirt and he could feel his legs start to ache from being open for so long. Frank licked the side of his neck and hoisted one of legs up around his waist, taking hold of his thigh and holding it close to him allowing him to thrust even deeper into the other boy.

“Ahh Fuck, Gee!” Frank moaned out, feeling Gerard’s thigh start to shake on his hip.

Gerard could feel it now, that tingly feeling. Frank was hitting that spot that made him see stars before his eyes that made his body jerk and twitch all over. That beautiful spot that made him writhe and gasp begging Frank with his eyes for something he didn’t understand or know how to name.

It hit Gerard suddenly, he didn’t even know what was happening but he was screaming and grabbing onto Frank’s shoulders and waves and waves of those tingles plagued his body, making him seize up and shake. Frank groaned as Gerard’s muscles tightened around him and his thigh squeezed his hip almost hard enough to bruise.

With a couple last thrusts Frank emptied inside Gerard, moaning his name as the other boy lay underneath him still shaking. Frank held himself up on his hands so he could look down at Gerard. They were both sweaty and Frank was betting that Gerard’s shirt was soaked. Once Gerard had calmed down he opened his eyes and smiled tiredly up at Frank. He always got tired after their games.

“You okay Gee?” Frank asked, pushing Gerard’s sweaty hair out of his face.

Gerard hummed and smiled brightly up at him.
“I won Frankie. I won the game.”

Frank laughed and nodded. “That you did baby, now come on. We gotta get you a bath before you go to bed”

Frank moved off Gerard and stood up using Gerard’s PJ pants to wipe his stomach clean while Gerard lay on the rug, with his legs still shamelessly spread, looking up at him with childish interest.

“I don’t want to have a bath Frankie,” he whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

Frank just laughed and pulled the boy up to his feet. Gerard came grudgingly, pout firmly in place and arms still rigid and tight across his chest, making Frank smile. He was such a drama queen.

Once Gerard was in the bath and had all of his toys and all the buddles that he needed Frank had a quick shower and then got dressed. Going down to the kitchen, he fixed a couple of sandwiches for supper and headed back up to Gerard’s room. It took him ten minutes to get Gerard out of the bath as he had a game going and the mermaid and wolverine just had to get married in the water kingdom before he would get out.

Once Gerard was dressed in some clean PJ’s they sat down on the bed and ate their tea as Gerard babbled on about how it was unfair that he had to go to bed so early and that he should get to stay up late like Frank and that Frank had to sleep over so they could have a sleepover.

By nine thirty Gerard was exhausted.

Frank put him to bed and read him a story, just like he did every night that he put Gerard to bed, and, before he left, he kissed Gerard good night and told him to have sweet dreams.

“Night Frankie, love you,” Gerard whispered as Frank turned on his night light and headed for the door.

“Love you too, Gee,” Frank whispered back, closing the door quietly after him.

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It was ten thirty before Donna came home. Frank had been in the lounge watching T.V when she came home, cursing and swearing as she always did.

“Hey Donna, long night?” Frank asked, moving off the couch and over to her.

“Oh you have no idea Frank! God the nerve of some people. It’s not my fault the cook’s don’t cook fast enough!” She ranted, moving loudly into the kitchen.

Frank glanced up at the stairs, almost expecting to see Gerard up there clutching Mr. Kitty to his chest and asking them to be quiet. But he wasn’t. There wasn’t anything that could wake Gerard up after games like theirs.

Donna came back out into the hall and gave Frank a few scrunched up twenty dollar bills. “Thanks for everything Frank; I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Frank laughed and pocketed the money.

“Did you and Gerard have fun? He mentioned something about beating you at some game…” Donna asked, smiling as she thought about how excited Gerard seemed to be over these games that he and Frank played.

“Yeah, yeah he did beat me again, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll get him next time,” Frank said smirking.

She had no idea.

Frank was smirking the entire drive home. Gerard may have won that game but he would definitely win the next.

 
 
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shadowwolf0379shadowwolf0379 on April 9th, 2008 08:22 am (UTC)
Whoa

I dunno if i should feel like a pervert or not cause that was hawt!!!
hahaha Frankie is such a creep, but its sweet that he takes such good care of Gerard :D The way you portraed the chracter of 5 year old Gerard was beautiful such a little kid who loves his babysitter hehe loved it oh and FC!!!!!!!!!!

xoxoxoxoxox
Nikki
xxtoxicmexxxxtoxicmexx on April 9th, 2008 08:26 am (UTC)
congrats on FC!
glad you liked it!
oohburn on April 9th, 2008 11:53 am (UTC)
Wow. I should probably feel reeeeeally guilty for liking this.
But it's brilliant! Tbh I thought if something like this was written, Gee would be the creepy dude. But Frankie! Jesus, he's a bit different isn't he?!
More soon!
xxx
oohburn on April 9th, 2008 11:55 am (UTC)
Lol I just realised what that sounded like.
I meant I look forward to more...y'know from you.
But still, this would be a good chaptered fic.
(no subject) - xxtoxicmexx on April 9th, 2008 11:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
Booboo_Kittiefukk: MCR - PR 07 Frank DO NOT STEAL!boobookittifukk on April 9th, 2008 01:15 pm (UTC)
Mmmm. Creepy babysitter Frankie is sexy. *lix*
white_stripes3 on April 9th, 2008 01:48 pm (UTC)
DIFFRENT=AWESOMNESS
I really really liked this, so H-O-T!
Gee is such a cutie :3
adding to MEMS. :D
Slash: Frerardslashxyouxup on April 9th, 2008 02:29 pm (UTC)
wow. I didn't expect to like that.
she smiled like a knife: FC quotelovelycoquette on April 9th, 2008 03:17 pm (UTC)
ngh.
I'm going to hell for immensely enjoying this
gaaaaah
will you, er, like, marry me? I'll write you boyseck? :3
idktbh on April 9th, 2008 03:39 pm (UTC)
yeah okay woah
I was not expecting that at all. I kinda want to punch Frank in the face for molesting Gerard like he did.
but seriously, that was diffrent
g'job :]
I choose my own path,even if it leads me to Mordorx_missdarko_x on April 9th, 2008 05:27 pm (UTC)
Amazing, so freaking hot. Beautiful fic idea. Wrong and sinfull and delicious. Once again, you prove to be a real talented writer who captivates my mind with every story she writes. They're all so different, and all so strong and intense. You like making Frank the dominant one, right? But hell, I'm not complaining. This was seriously wicked cool. Memming this, dude, you're gonna have your own section soon x
xxtoxicmexxxxtoxicmexx on April 10th, 2008 07:21 am (UTC)
yeah i do. there are wayyyyy to many fics were he is the sub one and I prefer him as the dominant one.
Sooo glad you liked it!
hmm i'll have to write something really good to get my own section lol...
(no subject) - x_missdarko_x on April 10th, 2008 11:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - x_missdarko_x on April 10th, 2008 11:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - xxtoxicmexx on April 11th, 2008 06:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
Neri: Gee outofhismindnerimari on April 9th, 2008 09:17 pm (UTC)
That was the wrongest thing to read, and I've enjoyed every last bit of it!
:) :) :)
Lindsaywilted_rose18 on April 9th, 2008 10:10 pm (UTC)
I am so going to hell now.

*mems*
xxtoxicmexxxxtoxicmexx on April 10th, 2008 07:22 am (UTC)
we're all going to hell lol
Daniyahdani_yeah on April 10th, 2008 12:21 am (UTC)
wow. that was kinda creepy. i wonder what would happen if gerard gained back his memory and was back to being like a normal person like the doc ppl said he would...

xxtoxicmexxxxtoxicmexx on April 10th, 2008 07:22 am (UTC)
...I never thought of that. I can guess he would be very very mad at Frank ...I don't know if i could ever forgive someone if it happened to me...
Alexxscenexusername on April 10th, 2008 01:33 am (UTC)
woah, I so didn't expect the games to be of that kind...and I just realized it was a one shot, damn XD
*mems* FER SURE.
xdarkk_lustx on April 10th, 2008 02:08 am (UTC)
xxx
OMG...THIS WAS EXACTLY THE KINDA FIC I WANTED!<3333.
OMG THANK YOU!! LOL xD. ily...hahah :). Seriously. =]]
I'm disturbed..aren't I? hahaha. anywhoo...awesome fic :D
xxx
- Pansy.
ovenfries on April 10th, 2008 05:46 am (UTC)
you should probably have added rape and sexual abuse to the warnings
xxtoxicmexxxxtoxicmexx on April 10th, 2008 06:19 am (UTC)
I don't really consider it rape.
Gerard never said no and it was consetional
molestation prehaps, but not rape.

But... I'll edit it anyway.
(no subject) - ovenfries on April 10th, 2008 06:33 am (UTC) (Expand)
wow - (Anonymous) on April 10th, 2008 07:12 am (UTC) (Expand)
one more thing - (Anonymous) on April 10th, 2008 07:18 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: one more thing - xxtoxicmexx on April 10th, 2008 07:19 am (UTC) (Expand)
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blackeyedwicca on April 10th, 2008 08:56 am (UTC)
I really(as most of your commentors have said) don't know whether to feel guilty or not about liking this.

Also, I think it'd be freaking hilarious to have them play one of their 'special games' and be in the middle of it when Gerard like, I don't know, suddenly remember what's been happening... like, the doctors were right only he's been supressing all his memories for some reason and then, boom, the dam breaks and he remembers everything... and man would Frank be fucked, lol.
xxtoxicmexxxxtoxicmexx on April 10th, 2008 09:07 am (UTC)
yeah that would be interesting... Frank would totally freak the fuck out.

I'm starting to think it was really risky posting this becuase, while most have enjoyed they all feel guilty or something... I (without soudning up myself) actually like this fic, I really like it

I think I may have been to close to that line when I wrote this...
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