*runs in, steals section virginity*

i posted this on the rmy before.
fleur doesn't know if she likes it.
no explicitness XD

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*runs away again*

“We’ll go on a killing spree
Just you and me
It’ll be so sweet

We’ll shoot them in the knees
Watch ‘em bleed
It’ll be so sweet”

‘At The End of The Movie’ by Fairmont.


“Come on.”

Frank quirks a sly little grin at his willowy partner-in-crime.

“Come on Mikes, it‘ll be awesome. It‘ll be sexy.”

Frank drapes himself over Mikey’s bony frame, settling over him like he was made to be there. The taller man looks down at him with steely eyes.

“Bad. Frank it‘s bad. It‘ll be bad.”

“What we do when nobody’s looking is bad-” Frank shifts himself with a soft sound of exertion to watch Mikey more intently, from his vantage point, sprawled over Mikey‘s thighs, “-this, babe, is just thinning an overgrown population.”

The corners of Mikey’s delicate, heart shape mouth turn down, hearing Frank speak like that. These are the moods, sides of Frank that make Mikey want to leave, pack his bags and never come back, because it makes him remember.

“Isn‘t it down to God to decide when the-when the population needs thinning?”

“Isn‘t it down to God to smite sinners? Like people who would work on a Sunday…those who preach the word of false Prophets…men who fornicate with other men? That omniscient spectre that holds transfixed so many fragile souls, destroying his very own creations?”

Frank says it like it’s just another throwaway comment, but the implication is there.

There is no God, up in the sky.

Mikey huffs, the breath of air ruffling Frank’s feathery hair, little pink mouth tightening into something reminiscent of a petulant five-year-old.

“You know you can‘t win a fight with me sweetie.”

Frank’s head tips back off the plane of Mikey’s thigh so he can grin fully up at him.

“I still don‘t get it Frank. It‘s-”

“Not. You used to have a brother. And what did he tell you?”

Mikey stares down at Frank for a second, silenced by the knowledge that Frank could be so base, just to win an argument.

“Don‘t you dare-”

“Why? You were fine with it then, back in the day.”

Frank’s face darkens, as he still looks up at Mikey.

“I was-I-I didn‘t mean to, I never thought-”

“Never thought your brother would get caught in the crossfire?”

Frank turns, shuffles up Mikey’s body until he can straddle his tiny hips.

“And what about those other families y‘decimated, huh?”

Frank’s fingers card through the mousey hair at the back of Mikey’s neck, noses almost touching.

“Think they didn‘t hurt? At least Gerard knew what he was getting himself into.”

Frank’s eyes are darker than normal, smoky, but Mikey’s are almost pitch, damp and narrowed, as he chews his lip to keep it from trembling.

“He-he didn‘t, never meant...mphh…”

Mikey is silenced as Frank’s lips cover his own, but he doesn’t resist.



Barely an hour later, they leave Frank’s tiny apartment, hand-in-hand, oblivious to the glares they receive, and Frank can’t help but smirk at the way Mikey checks the gun is hidden, with a little nervous giggle when he notices the smaller man watching.

“Remember-”

“What Gee told me?”

Frank doesn’t reply, squeezing the hand held in his own, and bumping the knot of entwined fingers against Mikey’s hip.

“Never be ashamed, Mikeyway.”

ookah.......
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you....think about it....?