Artificial Love [15] - The Black Parade

**Linzi Sky.** · 04-02-2008, 06:49 PM

Rating: 15; contains violence, sex and strong language.
Genre: Romance, drama, crime.
Main characters: All members of My Chemical Romance.
Disclaimer: I do not personally know any members of My Chemical Romance and I do not have any contact with them. This is fiction, therefore it is not true. None of the following ever happened.
Summary: Is there love in the air or is it lust? Secrets are revealed and tempers arise as Gerard tries to find his soulmate.

Artificial Love

"If you move from that fucking spot, you're dead, Gerard!"

Gerard stopped suddenly, holding his hands out to the sides and felt a cold shudder crawl up his spine. He slowly turned around, wearily, as he was greeted with a shotgun barrel pointed directly at his face. His eyes widened at the sight as he struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. At the other end of the shotgun, Ray stared harshly at Gerard, edging closer to his form. He dug the end of the shotgun, brutally, into Gerard's stomach. Ray gradually walked around, still aiming at Gerard, as he got near to the frontdoor, blocking Gerard's exit and route of escape. He was now trapped. He had no idea what Ray was planning on doing; he was a rather unpredictable character.

"Please, Ray," Gerard stuttered. "I...I don't think this is working out. I'm...I'm sorry, man."

Gerard eyed the shotgun, nervously, as he was forced to turn with Ray. His dark eyes pierced deeply into Gerard as if he was giving an autopsy. Ray looked at Gerard, gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes; the anger in his face was only enhanced by his white knuckles pressing down hard against the shotgun trigger. The more movement Ray made, the more anxious Gerard became. He could only stay dead still and silent as Ray threatened his life.

"I'm really sorry," Gerard started, trying his best not to agrivate Ray anymore. "but don't you think it would be best for us to move on?"
"I want to move on, Gerard; I want to move on with you." wept Ray. Tears were now trembling down his cheeks as he adjusted his grip to the weapon, slightly loosening his hands.
Spotting his recent action, Gerard stepped closer to Ray, showing no threat towards him. Despite the tears that drowned Ray's face, he tried to maintain his serenity and held the shotgun as steadily as he could, although his hand's vigourous shaking increased with each tear drop that shed. Gerard instantly raised his hand and smacked the shotgun from Ray's grasp sending it plummeting to the hard, wood floor. He scattered to the ground and grabbed the weapon, yielding for no person. Ray collapsed to the floor in a wreck, his eyes shielded behind clasped hands.

"I'm sorry." whimpered Ray, gasping. "I love you; I would never hurt you. I'm so sorry. Please."

Bang!

The shotgun was fired right into Ray's skull. A hollow, gapping hole formed on his forehead as he was struck down, his body limb and lifeless. Gerard watched as he fell and suddenly, he cowered backwards. His rapid breathing proved that even he was shocked at himself.
After his brief recovery, Gerard padded over to the Ray's body slowly, and knelt down beside him. Thick blood trickled from the deep wound and pooled where his head laid. He reached for his soft lips, brushing his fingers across lightly, and not feeling the usual warm breath on his fingertips.

"I'm sorry, Ray." Gerard whispered softly. "It was for the best; you would've only got in the way of my life."

Gerard stood to his feet and threw the shotgun aside as if it was a new rival. He gave Ray's body one last glimpse before unbolting the frontdoor, stepping over the corpse. He then head to his black cadillac and unlocked the car from a dstance.

The night was still young when Gerard reached a familiar house, in which he had spent most nights, leaving Ray puzzle and in the dark. Gerard brought the car to a hault outside the house and turned off the igintion. He stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut before making his way to the frontdoor, his car keys jingling with each stride he took.
Only upon approaching the wood stained door did Gerard notice an extra car parked in the driveway as he knocked loudly. Was it regular company or was it something more? Gerard paid no serious attention to it and shrugged it off, rubbing his hands together, trying to erase all acknowledgement of the upcoming season. he waited a matter of seconds before the door was pulled open, creaking as it swang on it's hinges.

"Gerard?"
"Yea. Why are you so surprised?"

Gerard walked passed the nervous male and into the hallway, where a single lit candle enlightened the staircase. The door was closed, giving in to the bitter weather.

"Why are you here?"
"C'mon, Frank. You know I always pop round when I want some. What's wrong with tonight?"

Gerard moved closer to Frank, smirking pleasantly at his profile. He knew this certain smile always aroused Frank, causing him to become susceptible. Gerard's hand collided with the side of Frank's face as his fingers traced over his jawline. As their bodys almost grazed each others, Frank's hand slid down Gerard's torso and stopped at his groin area. Gerard groaned and leaned nearer to Frank, his lips sealing around Frank's as they smoothly, and slowly, pulverised together. Frank groped the vaguely defined bulge on Gerard's person, and ran his second hand under his shirt, feeling the warm skin beneath his fingers.
Gerard could dream of no other life than this; waking up every morning to the man he truly loved, hearing his breathing every night. Now Ray was demolished, he could consume and pursue his new lifestyle forever more.
Both Frank and Gerard's lips continued in a frenzy as they became rougher. Gerard was always the more full-on one, but Frank didn't ever complained. Frank only pulled away for a split second, panting in Gerard's face and gasping for breath. The kiss resumed when a door was slammed instantly. Both aroused men gsped as the makeout session was disturbed, Gerard looked up to the staircase to see a young man, only dressed in black boxershorts. A frown buried itself on Gerard's brow as he turned to Frank, baffled by the sudden shock.

"What the fuck, Frank?!" Gerard yelled, his face turning red. "What the fuck, eh?!" Frank was slammed into the solid wall several times, gripped at the collar of his shirt.
"Gerard, it's not what it looks like, man."
"Fuck you, Mikey! Fuck you!"

Gerard's face steamed through red and his eyes narrowed with rage. His clenched hands gripped the scruff of Frank's shirt as he continued to violently bash his body into the solid brick behind him. Noticable tears shimmered down from Frank's tightened eyes as he whimpered loudly.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"Sorry? I've fucking had enough of apologies today!" yelled Gerard, slamming Frank one final time into the wall.

As he backed away from Frank, hands still clenched into fists and trickling tears down his cheeks, Gerard laughed bitterly. He then looked away in towards the living room. He could see through the doorway slightly. Candles were dotted over the cabinets and tables. Two glasses and an alcoholic beverage were set on the middle coffee table. Gerard shook his head. They had clearly been at it for a while. He turned towards Mikey, who was watching from the staircase in horror and nervous-ness.

"And you!" Gerard pointed with his finger at the skinny man, as pale as a corpse. "You're supposed to be my brother."
Gerard walked towards Mikey, his boots clomping with each step across the wood flooring. He stepped up the stairs until he reached his brother and edged his face infront of Mikey's. Gerard then thrusted Mikey backwards with both his hands on either of his shoulders, causing him to hit his head against the wall and topple to the stairs. Mikey looked up at Gerard, his eyes scared and wide.
"Ah, no worries; you'll pay." hissed Gerard as he knelt down beside his brother. "You no longer have your other bit on the side. He's dead."

Gerard laughed as he stood to his feet and eyed Mikey. He had no idea whether to believe Gerard or not. How had he found out about him and Ray in any case? Mikey had never seen his brother this mad before.
"I should really kill you, too, Mikey. You just got in the way. Like Ray. But Ray had his consequences coming to him. He finally met them today."

The bitter laughter shook through Mikey's ears. He really had; he really had killed Ray. Gerard slowly made his way back down to the frontdoor, smirking deviously at both Frank and Mikey.
"Wait and see what Bob has to say about this. You know, I've always thought that he a slightly attractive young man."
"Gerard, what's wrong with you?" blurted Mikey. "You're acting strange. I've never seen you like this before. We can work this out. It was wrong and I'm--"
"Sorry? Is that what you are? Fucking sorry? Where's the guilt gone, eh? Like I said, I've had enough of apologies today. I had him first, Mikey. But you had to get in the fucking way. This is exactly what you did to Ray; you were with him whilst snooping around with some other dude, too. You're just a fucking pile of filth! Fuck you!"

A small tear began to tremble in Gerard's eye. It's glistening in the light of the candle flickers caught Frank's attention. He simply placed a hand on Gerard's back and stroked gently with his thumb. Frank stepped closer towards Gerard, his shoulders hunched and his lips supressed. Underneath the vulnerability and sorrow, Gerard was still trying to keep himself together. As Frank raised his other hand to bring Gerard into a hug, it was smacked away by an instant, shaky hand.

"Fuck off. Both of you. I don't need you anymore, Frank. All my life I've been trying to find someone to love me like you did, Frank. Yeah, I had Ray, but that wasn't the same." Gerard caught Frank's eyes in a stare. His eyes still glistening with tears as he gave a slight shake of the head. "That wasn't the same."
Gerard padded over to the frontdoor and unlocked it, sliding the chain from the slot. He calmly and quietly opened the door and stepped out. Frank stood, watching as he left towards his car, and Mikey came to stand beside Frank. It was silent between the two of them as they continued to watch their highly distraught friend, and brother, get into his car and drive off.

***

"I knew this would work out." grinned Gerard.
"Me, too. Me, too."
Bob began to gently stroke the top of Gerard's head, his hand occasionally nestling in between the dark, greasy strands. The warm flesh was soothing against his cheek as Gerard laid his head firmly on Bob's scarcely haired chest. The scattered clothes on the bed and floor, stained with red on parts, crumpled and creased.
"What are you going to do with the car?"
"Not sure. Might have to find a big enough lake to dump it in or we could just burn it." replied Bob.
"We're going to have to do it soon. Can't have the police after us before we go on holiday now, can we?"
"Yeah. Do you think they got what they deserved, babe?"
"Of course, baby; I got my revenge on Frank and Mikey, you got your revenge on Mikey. It all worked out in the end, didn't it?" Gerard smiled and caressed the side of Bob's cheek, grazing his stubbly chin.
"Yeah, yeah. You're right."
Bob leaned closer towards Gerard. Their lips met as they shared a deep, passionate kiss, causing groans to escape either of their mouths. It didn't much more than a single kiss until they were soon making love.