Hey guys! Sorry for the wait with this chapter... I've been purdey busy lately:L

Frank pushed open the door, relieving himself from the bitter cold night air with the mildly warmer tones of tobacco tainted insulation. There, he was met by Gerard, naked bar his boxers, a set of pink fluffy hand cuffs in one hand, a black leather belt in the other.

"Why, hello there..." Frank cooed as he pulled the door closed, slamming it slightly due to the powerful breeze that pulsed its way through his skin, chilling his bones.

"Hey baby", Gerard purred in reply, licking his dry, cracking lips hungrily. Frank couldn't help but laugh at the irony. The last time Gerard had called him 'baby', Frank had a very different reaction. Instead of shooting him with some form venomous remark, he dropped the oversized leather jacket from his shoulders to the floor and prowled over to the barely clothed man, taking his head softly in his inked fingers, placing a teasingly gently kiss on his lust starved lips. Gerard's throat let out a frustrated growl in reply.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me?" Gerard tickled on Frank's ear after their lips peeled apart. Frank traced his tongue along Gerard's jaw line until he reached his ear, and feeling him grow hard against his hip, nibbled slightly on the lobe, applying just enough pressure to make him wince.

"I'll take that as a no then..."

With little more than a flick of the wrist, Frank had been dragged through to the bedroom and pinned down to the bed, his hips straddled by the larger. Digging his chewed fingers into the boy's shoulders, Gerard attacked his lips with his own, twisting his lip ring between his teeth, exploring his mouth with his tongue, chewing at the soft pink flesh he called lips, his movements animalistic and spontaneous.

"Time to get these pesky clothes off, I think..." Gerard lifted Frank's t-shirt over his body before ghosting his lips down his torso, stopping only to nip his left nipple with his front teeth or dip his tongue in and out of his belly button, swirling and sucking rhythmically. By the time he reached the waist band of his jeans, Frank was stiff and panting. Undoing the button and zip with his teeth, Gerard tugged the pair of black skinnies to Frank's knees, grinning at his discovery.

"Did little Frankie go commando for me?"

"Little Frankie", Frank purred, tangling his fingers into Gerard's, "Only went commando because Gerard never lets him borrow his underwear..."

"Now you can see why", Gerard hissed, smacking his lips in anticipation. "Right, so here's the rules to our little game..." he continued as he took the hand cuffs from his side, clicking them shut around Frank's wrists, chaining him to the head board above him, "Be a good boy, It'll be happy days... Disobey me... Put it this way"- he slapped the belt down on the side of the bed- "You'll be punished. So are you going to be a good boy for me?"

Frank smirked, as one of his hands jolted downwards, attempting to stroke himself, but his reach was restricted by the handcuffs. Gerard tutted loudly, shaking his head.

"I guess not…"

Gerard lifted the belt over his shoulder and brought it down hard on Frank's thigh, making him hiss out vile profanities, yet continued to arch his body into Gerard's continuous lashings, groaning and growling animalistic.

"Now", Gerard whispered as he placed the belt back down to his side, "don't make a sound".

Gerard shimmied his body down the bed, so he was facing Frank's erect member. Placing his lips on his tip, he slowly began to make his way down his length in soft kisses, causing Frank to shudder, biting his lip to hold in his moans. Then, in a single swift motion, Gerard licked back up to his tip, causing him to let out a sudden "Uhhh" noise.

"What did I say about making a sound?"

Frank grinned deviously, showing his dainty white teeth, before his mouth snapped open into an 'o' shape as the leather made contact with his skin again. Gerard laughed as he watched him hiss and scream and moan. Some people would say he was sick, but Frank seemed to like it.

"You're bleeding, honey"

Frank peered down at his thigh. It was true. The raw red line left from his lashings was bedazzled along the edges with a fine line of crimson pinpricks.

"You want to lick it up?"

Gerard released a deep, throaty growl in reply, before sliding further down his legs to get easy reach of the wound. He sniffed in, letting the delicious aroma fill his lungs, before slipping his tongue from between his lips and dabbling it along the trail of blood. Drool crawled from the corner of his mouth as he craved more of the wine, but there was only one way to get more...

Slowly, he inched his mouth back up Frank's body, lapping at his sweat glazed chest, tracing the edge of his tattoos. Frank knew too well where his final destination would lie, but he didn't stop him. For some reason he wanted him to arrive there. It just sounded so... hot.

And his lips ghosted Frank's neck. He was so close to where he wanted to be. Just one more step and he'd reach his destination.

So he made the step.

He parted his lips and bared his teeth, before plunging downwards, sinking them into his succulent flesh, moaning as his juices seeped up through the fresh wound. Frank screamed in a cruel tangle of pain and ecstasy. The cross between torture and lust... It was so good. A perfect melody, complete with intertwined tones of joy and terror. The melody was beyond orgasmic.

Gerard flicked his tongue from his mouth, digging it into the laceration, twisting it through the different layer of skin, groaning and moaning as more blood trickled down his throat. The taste, it usually blanked his mind from everything else, but Frank's taste, now it was different. It made him even more aware of everything around him... especially a particular throbbing body part.

"Frank, touch me"

Frank tried to wriggle his hands from the handcuffs, but was stuck fast. He parted his lips a little, attempting to tweak an audible sounds from the hot, sticky mess he had become, his eyelashes fluttering open, delicate like butterfly wings.

"Unhand cuff me then..." His voice was shaky and broken.

An answer to the question was not necessary. Reaching up his arm, Gerard undid one of Frank's hands, keeping the other firmly in place, reconnected his teeth with Frank's neck, the blood already starting to congeal, sucking and licking like crazy, slowly sliding his hand back down towards Frank's crotch, stroking it lightly, Frank screaming at the sudden contact. Being fair, he slipped his hand into Gerard's boxers, gripping his erection and slowly pumping it in time with his sucks, precum already beginning to leak out.

Gerard sucked harder still, his lips trembling with the dual sensation of both his taste buds and dick being massaged. Everything was just unreal. Too dreamlike to be real. It all felt too fucking good.

Gerard disconnected his lips from the neck of the younger, licking down the boy's torso, cleaning up any of the pink, diluted blood that had escaped down his neck. Content that he was fresh, he made his way back to the boys shoulder, sinking his daggers into a new are of skin- just above his collar bone- and began to consume more of the blood.

"I... I'm so... Fuck-... Fucking close Gee"

Gerard only began to suck and pump harder. Frank's jaw bobbed up and down as he tried to scream, but was too lost in orgasm to make any noise.

Then it hit him.

His vocal chords thrashing, he came violently into Gerard's hands, who hit his peak only twenty or thirty seconds later, spilling his seed across Frank's chest. Panting and breathless, Gerard removed his teeth from Frank's neck, rolled to his side, slowly reaching up to release Frank from the handcuffs. With most gentle of touches, he stroked the wounds on his neck. One was fully healed bar a slight scar- that would easily be gone within the hour- the other easily on its way. He took in a deep breath and sighed.

"I... I love you, Frankie"

Frank mumbled something about needing a shower and left the room.