Three Cheers For Our Revenge - Frerard!verse - Prolog
Halloween night, age 10
A group of darkly dressed, makeup and mask wearing children burst through the doorway of the Way's residence, their faces bright with excitement as they all filed in down the short hallway to the livingroom.
"Great haul!" one squeaky voiced boy exclaimed, turning his white grocery bag inside out, causing a dozen fun sized candies to tumble out onto the floor in front of him.
"You're telling me!" replied another, pulling off his mask to ignite a head of brown curls fluffing everywhere. He picked his candies out and laid them between his legs.
They formed a circle and dumped out their plastic grocery bags, colorful candies and other treats tumbled out of their noisy confinements onto the rug at the boy's feet. Happily, the boys sorted, picked through and compared their loot, even sharing with one another the pieces they didn't like. Most of the apples and sugar-free things went to the middle of the circle for smashing in the street later on.
"I can't believe how many people kept their lights off tonight." said one of the boys, stuffing a tootsie pop into his cheek. "You'd think they'd at least leave a bowl out or somethin'."
"It's cause the neighborhood." another replied, unwrapping an off brand Smartie roll. "E'ryone's afraid they're gonna get shot."
"They can't shoot me!" the squeaky voiced boy said "I know some karate."
"They wouldn't go after kids, stupido." he replied "They'd take you as hostage, like they do in the comic books. Right Gee?"
The quietest of the group, a small black haired kid dressed as Batman looked up, his chubby cheeks full of half-chewed candy. "na'r ar'wes th' ki's ge' kina'ffed somtoms." he replied.
"I heard if you die on Halloween night," the curly haired kid interrupted "then you go straight to hell with no choice. Just, boom, there."
"Don't you get to at least like, ask?" one of the boys with thick rimmed glasses intrigued.
"Like genie, we could ask the devil three questions?" added another.
"Dunno, Frankie." Gee giggled. "How about we kill you to find out?"
Frankie chucked a popcorn ball at Gerard's head. "Not funny, Gee!" he whined as the others laughed. "Not funny."
Halloween night, age 19
As Frankie slowly made his way up the stairs to Mike and Gerard's apartment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. He felt a little bad for not calling the eldest Way brother back after the other night's encounters, a small trade under a flickering street lamp near the blue and red flashes of a police vehicle in the middle of the night, he really wished he could talk to him without the dozens of people who were probably already in the scene.
Frank's short legs were beginning to ache as he finished the final ascend, leaning on the door frame to catch his breath. He checked to make sure his faux vampire teeth were still in place, clashing horribly in both size and color with his other, original teeth, he knocked on the door to the Way's apartment. The floor mumbled under his feet from the bass off the stero and he waited.
He knocked again.
The door swung open and there, in his usual huge glasses and styled dirty blond hair was the youngest Way, Mikey, with his usual glum and unsmiling expression. The only thing about him that really stood out from his usual attire was a pair of thigh high black boots, a pink and black mini skirt and cat ears.
Frank couldn't help but stare.
"You here for the party?" he asked, looking as amused as possible for Mikey Way.
"No shit." Frank said, looking both ways before pulling a bottle of vodka out from under his sweatshirt. Mikey's eyes brightened and he stepped aside to let him in.
The apartment had taken on a darker look than usual, with halloween decor and red lights. A colorful light ball cast rays of light around the room and on the good sized crowd that was there. Frank scoped out the 'dance floor' section for anyone he recognized, which was really just the living room portion of the apartment rearranged, before setting down the bottle of vodka on the table and grabbing a hard lemonade.
Frank wasn't sure how to feel when he finally saw Gerard, shaggy black hair messed up with gel, sweat and what looked like some kind of baby powder, seemed to be dancing with some kid dressed as Terminator. Gerard's eyes were painted black and his face was lighter than his usual pale, his costume almost identical to Frank's only without the tie and faux fangs.
He wasn't sure how to feel when terminator waved him off and passed by Frank to go get something to drink, causing him to catch Gerard's eye.
Or when Gerard drunkenly yelled "Frankie! and threw himself on the smaller boy.
"Ooph!" Frank grunted as Gerard shoved him onto their old 70's style sofa. Gerard straddled Frank's hips for a second, painfully digging his knee into Frank's hand and shoving his mouth against his neck. "Gerard! What-?!"
"I'm going to suck your blood!" Gerard exclaimed in his ear, giggling loudly.
"Lighten up, for fuck's sake." Frank shoved him to the side so he rolled off, but quickly sprang back to bite his neck playfully again. "I have the real deal, if that way goes the game." he pushed at Gerard again, who pulled away and looked at him excitedly.
Frank showed his teeth, in which Gerard grinned and attacked his mouth.
"I'm so sick of your stupid face." Gerard said. "Your stupid face and my stupid mind. I'm gonna throw you out the window."
Frank didn't doubt he was capable, but Gerard was a huge teddy bear around him. A huge, arousing teddy bear who kept biting him.
Frank grumbled and tilted his chin up, the mess of drunken vampire Gerard slowly making his way up Frank's neck to his jawline, smearing make up--but in a damn good way, for sure--his eyes closed for a second and he tensed a bit as Gerard bit down on his adam's apple, he hand unintentionally gripping the bottle of hard lemonade.
Frank gasped and felt sharp pain rocket through his hand and wetness soak his leg, the smell of cheap whiskey rose up from the mess and his hand felt wet. He looked over and felt the color drain from his face when he realized his hand went from porcelain white to black cherry red in half a second.
"Gerard" Frank said,shoving the older boy with his good hand "Gerard, I'm bleeding."
He didn't respond at first, just kept sucking hickies onto Frank's neck when Frank shoved him again. "Damn it Gerard, I'm SERIOUS!" He ducked away and jumped to his feet, catching the attention of Mikey and Gerard at the same time.
"The fuck 'ya do?!" Gerard slurred, staring in horror at the red mess of Frank's hand.
"I broke the fucking bottle." he hissed in pain as he pulled out shards of glass, blood squirting.
Mikey grabbed him by the forearm to get his attention and looked at his hand, palm nearly shredded to say at the least. "Holy shit dude." he tugged him to the door. "Let's get to the hospital. Now."
"Shotgun!" Gerard yelled, stumbling to his feet.
In the car, Frank sat in the back seat with his hand raised above his head. Gerard's seat pushed all the way back so he could be close to Frank, making sure he isn't going to pass out on the way to the hospital while Mikey--the soberest of them all--actually had his glasses pushed up properly to see the road.
Of all the days to rain at night.
Frank felt woozy, his hand was in a lot of pain and Gerard was somehow helping a lot with him staying awake. He figured out that as long as he kept twirling Frank's hair, he wouldn't loose consciousness. Frank fought to stay awake as hard as Mikey faught to see through the sheets of tumbling rain.
"Jesus fuck how do you manage to get glass that far into your hand?" Gerard commented.
"I don't know." Frank groaned.
He hadn't meant to or anything, he was fully capable of just setting the damn thing on the table 7 inches away, but he didn't, because his lap was full of Gerard. He liked having a lap full of best-friend-with-partial-benefits-but-that-wasn't-an-official-label-so-fuck-it. Had they not had to stop, they probably would've ended up screwing right there.
It's not like Frank hadn't done stupid shit before when he was with Gerard. Vice versa, as well. Gerard noticed around puberty that he couldn't act right around their normal gang when Frank was around. Little Frankie, who always had a dog near him or was playing tricks on someone. Gerard would paint his figure and just leave it a sillouette to mask the true face of his admired friend. It wasn't until a few years before hand that they'd spoken about it, just as friends...with hormones and such, they ruled it out as just a secuality dispute they could take out on eachother.
In other words, they were fuck buddies for a while.
It got more serious as they aged. They could never be open about it to anyone except their close friends. They could get close in school, but not too close. It was only in private that they could dare to explore each other's familiar curves and angles, ever changing as they grew...
The rain was deafening now, Frank and Gerard holding hands tightly to stay awake. Mikey swearing under his breath as the rivers of water caught the side of the car and caused him to jerk slightly. Mikey was usually fully in control when it came to storms, as long as cars stayed in their lane or far away.
And they did, until Frank opened his eyes to see Gerard reach for the radio, but the sound he heard wasn't music.
It was tires screaming.
"Oh my god-!"