Again and again he thrusted into him with no remorse. A firm hand on his lower back keeping his upper-body glued down was beginning to cause aching but the aching could barely compare to the excruciating pain of the torn flesh that was being continuously jabbed by the ruthless man above him. Un-stretched, dry and much too fast, he knew that his master couldn't have been completely fine either thanks to the dry tightness around him and Frank clenching in hopes of numbing the pain didn't help either. It was the terribly muffled whimpers and occasional screams that kept him going. Knowing that he had full power over someone like this was enough to get high off of.
Afterwards when it was over and the lights had been turned off Frank still wallowed in pain whimpering with damaged breaths as he tried not to think of the torn, abused skin covered by bloodied sheets. Sleep wasn't even thought of now it was just getting himself to stop sobbing. He was sure the man had come inside of him. He had learned to decipher that from his blood a while ago. He thanked god everyday that he was infertile. Still, it was uncomfortable whatever the substance was. He gasped and choked on air hoping that his master didn't hear him and come back. He would beat him until he was unconscious and unable to make a sound. Unfortunately after a few more minuets of crying caused his master to be walking up the stairs sooner than expected, belt in hand.
Frank woke up covered in sweat and self-inflicted scratches on his arms. He looked down at the bed sheets, breathing heavily, looking for blood on the light colored sheets. His throat felt dry and scraped, like when you've been crying. After figuring out that he was in fact safe and in his bed his breathing calmed, not completely, but still at a more safe pace than how he was before.
"Gee!" He called out on instinct. "Gee?"
He knew his voice was loud by the way it echoed through his large room. He sniffed and waited not even sure if he wad waken his master or not. Luckily not to far away in the house Gerard's eyes had just popped open as he listened carefully to decipher whether or not what he had just heard was a part of a dream. Though when he heard Frank continue to cry out for him, helplessly he realized that he had just heard was completely real.
The man rubbed his eyes tiredly before walking to the teen's room as quickly aa he could. Frank had stopped calling out by now and was just quietly sniffing, the small sounds couldn't be heard though the thick door so the silence had Gerard questioning if the noise was real or not again.
"Frankie?" Gerard said urgently when he opened the door.
Frank was still whimpering, only realizing now how embarrassed he was for making such a fuss over a stupid dream. His lack of words only added to Gerard's anxiety as he slowly approached Frank's bed. The first thing he did was wipe the tears from Frank's wet face, whispering to him that he was alright.
"What happened? Are you alright? Did you fall, where are you hurt?" Gerard bombarded the kitten with questions unknowingly overwhelming him, all while checking his body
for wounds
Instead of answering any of Gerard's questions he just grabbed onto his master's arm and held it tightly for comfort. Gerard was shocked at fist, still not knowing if Frank was crying because he was in pain, or dying for God's sake.
"Frankie, darling what happened, you're okay just tell me if you're hurt." Gerard said softly but the panic from earlier was still present in his voice.
"Nuh-uh." Frank said though his stuffy voice. He continued weeping into his masters sleeve, the soft material of his nightshirt absorbing his tears.
"You're not hurt?" Gerard asked again just to make sure, he felt his heart beat start to slow after getting a head shake from Frank. "Fuck," He breathed out. His free hand, that wasn't being used as an object of comfort for the kitten, moved down to stroke Franks dark-ish brown hair while his body stayed awkwardly positioned sideways and half-way off of the bed. He didn't dare move though, fearing disturbing Franks obviously much needed cry.
"You're okay, darling" Gerard cooed, "You're safe with me, kitten. My beautiful little boy."
Frank felt the urge too purr from the combination if Gerard's gentle hand at his scalp and his even more gentle words flowing through his ears. Slowly, still embarrassed, Frank moved down his masters arm to peak up at him. Gerard seemed half-way asleep but his eyes were still open and on Frank. When their eyes met Gerard smiled tiredly and rubbed a hand over Frank's soft ears. Frank couldn't help but lean into his master's hand.
"You feel okay enough to talk about what happened little one?" Gerard asked hoping it didn't come off like he was forcing Frank to speak to him.
"No, master. Not right now." Frank sighed snuggling closer to Gerard.
"Okay, that's fine." Gerard said backing off. He was terrible at comforting people, children
especially so he just guessed that Frank would rather be left alone while he was emotional rather than pryed at. "Just know that you can tell me anything, Frankie. You're not to keep secrets from me."
"Yes, sir."
"What a good kitten," Gerard praised him.
Frank smiled in away that gave Gerard a good view of his little, white teeth along with the not so little sharp ones. "Gee?" Frank said.
"Hm?" Gerard hummed, he was still obviously tired.
"Could you stay with me? Until I fall back to sleep maybe?" Frank questioned nervously.
Gerard grinned at the light, rosey tent on Frank's cheeks from the simple question.
"Of course, kitten." Gerard agreed. He put his hands around Frank's waist and pulled him closer to the right side of the bed. As soon as Gerard placed him back down Frank latched onto Gerard's arm again and held his large hand to his chest. Gerard could feel the kittens calm heartbeat through his hand as he got himself into bed. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, sir." Frank slurred.
"Goodnight, kitten." Gerard said barely above a whisper. The man leaned down to kiss Frank's cheek, then brought his thumb up to stroke the skin that his lips had just pressed to.
Gerard couldn't help but notice how soft Frank's skin was. It felt like silk or how you'd imagine touching a pure white cloud would be. With not one blemish in sight the boy's skin was perfectly clear. Now that all the bruises that he had when he first arrived had healed, you couldn't decipher Frank from an angel.
Gerard suddenly found himself wondering how the rest of Frank looked and felt like. Of course he had gotten a partly accidental peak that once while Frank showered, and he had dressed him before they went out (unlike when Frank would put on his own pajamas) but he was never focused on Frank himself then he was more focused on getting him dressed nicely. But now, as he stared at Frank's delicate face as the boy's breath tickled his fingertips, he wondered.
Frank was asleep now, breathing evenly. He seemed peaceful and unbothered and that was all that Gerard wanted, peace for someone with such a tortured soul. Gerard himself was more than comfortable. Frank warmth was intoxicating and the covers on the kittens bed were ten times as soft and thick as his own. He decided then that he didn't want to leave now like Frank told him he could. He wanted to stay and enjoy the peacefulness like Frank was right now, and to be there if Frank had another dream or woke up frightened again so he could save him.
Just as Gerard began to doze off he felt something fuzzy trail over his leg his first reaction was to flinch away from the thing, that in Gerard's mind right then probably a furry snake, and get it away from him but before he could make the movement to wake Frank up he released what it was tangling itself around his legs. Frank's tail was almost completely tangled between Gerard's two legs and now that he knew what it was he couldn't care less. He then decided that sleeping in the same bed with Frank was his favorite thing.
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Gerard woke up feeling colder than he remembered when he fell asleep. He also noticed that there was no bundle of fur wrapped around him like it should be. He panicked immediately and sat up in bed. The light was off in the bathroom so the kitten wasn't there.
"Frank?" Gerard said out-loud.
When Frank's shy voice didn't chime in he got himself out of bed. The soft clang of pots and pans was heard coming from the kitchen with some barely-there humming. This time instead of thinking irrationally and getting ready to beat the shit out of some random intruder, Gerard uses his common sense and concluded that it was Frank.
When the kitten heard the heavy foot steps making there way into the kitchen he quickly whipped the bater off of his hands and ran to the door way to hug his master.
"Gee," He hummed into the man's shirt.
Gerard made a noise of surprise at the kitten's quick movements and then wrapped his arms around his small body.
"Good morning, darling." He said tiredly, "What are you doing?"
"Oh um, i'm making pancakes." Frank said pulling away, "they're almost done."
Gerard noticed how Frank's tail swayed back and forth as he spoke, probably from nervousness.
"Alright, just be careful and call for me if you need help, okay?" He said.
"Yes, sir." Frank replied before going back to the stove.
Gerard was still hesitant in leaving Frank alone near something that could easily harm him but he convinced himself that it was only a few minutes and that the kitten would be fine.
"I'll be right back okay?" Gerard said, feeling the need to announce it.
"Okie." Frank muttered directing of all his attention to cooking.
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"Well i'm sure you can move the date back if it's necessary." Gerard said in a frustrated tone.
He hatted some parts of his job, and sometimes he hatted his job all together. He didn't need all the money he was earning, since he was single and child-less. There was no one to take care of other than himself. . .and Frank now.
The argument continued between the two men and it felt as if they were running in circles. Gerard had already decided that he was right before the phone call began so the whole thing was pointless. Unfortunately, the man continued talking so Gerard was forced to keep listening. Tempted to put the man on mute, Gerard distracted himself by typing something out of the computer.
Frank, who was playing on the soft rug Gerard laid out for him on the office floor, could sense how stressed his master was and he could barely hold in a whimper. He sat down the dolls he was playing with and crawled across the hard wood floor, reddening his knees in the process. The closer be got to his master the more loud and demanding his voice seemed making Frank even more upset. He placed himself at Gerard's socked feet, going unnoticed. He smiled at the colorful patters decorating the socks as he rubbed the side of his face on Gerard's leg. The rough jean material was harsh against his skin and he would much rather feel Gerard bare skin against his but this would have to do for now.
It didn't take long for Gerard to notice the friction and he brought his hand down to touch the kitten under his desk after noticing that he was missing from the rug and pile of toys near the door. The moment Frank felt Gerard's fingers ghost over his ears he opened his eyes and moved to sniff them before rubbing his cheek over his palm affectionately.
Frank, even in a daze, noticed the change in how Gerard spoke over the phone. The was alot less harsh words and angered sighs in between them as he allowed Frank to whatever the hell he was doing to him.
The phone call ended after a few more minutes of gentle touches and Gerard scooted his chair from under the desk. Frank opened his eyes and whined at the loss of contact but hummed when Gerard's hands reached down and hooked under his arms to lift him into his lap.
"And what are you doing under the table?" Gerard asked.
Frank smiled at him happy to see that his master wasn't upset with him.
"You were getting angry." Frank said simply.
"Ah, yes I was a but agitated I hope I didn't disrupt your playing." Gerard said gesturing to the pile of abandoned toys on the floor.
Frank shook his head. He wanted to ask his Master what the troubling conversation was about but he decided to stay in his place.
"Are you okay now?" The kitten decided on instead.
"I am now." Gerard replied, caressing up and down gently at Frank's clothed side.
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A/N:
hi
wow do you feel about the new covers?? i think i like them??
also sorry for not updating for a while to anyone who was actually anticipating a chapter.
-serrae🦇