God's Confectorium - Chapter 2
“Pack your bags, boys. We’re going on a vacation!” Gerard bursts in through the door and the other four men look up at him wearing equally confused expressions.
“When?” Ray asks, standing up as if he’s actually going to pack just because Gerard told him to.
“Right now!” Gerard rubs his hands together, smiling widely.
“Uh, to where?” Frank asks warily. The last time Gerard had taken them on vacation, they’d ended up at the Paramour Mansion. That had been creepy as fuck and Frank, no matter how much he loved horror movies, did not want a repeat of that.
“Why?” Mikey pipes up, not letting Gerard answer Frank’s question, eliciting a glare from the latter.
“Because I found the perfect place that I think we need to write our new album,” Gerard says as if it’s the most obvious reason in the world.
“But where the fuck is this perfect place?” Frank inserts quotes around the word perfect, letting his eyes narrow into dangerous slits. He can tell from the way Gerard is bouncing around that he does not want to answer Frank’s question.
“Well, now don’t be mad, okay? It’s going to be great. And I promise it won’t be like at the Paramour with all that ghost shit and everything. And I just want a spooky place.“ Gerard’s babbling again and Frank can’t help but let the uneasy feeling sink into his stomach.
He pushes himself up from the chair he’s lounging in and crosses the room to stand in front of Gerard, placing his hands on his shoulders.
“Gerard,” he says, careful to keep his frustration far away from seeping into his words. “Where?”
“Just… Don’t be mad, okay, Frankie?” Gerard bites his lip and Frank has to resist smacking him in the fucking head. But Frank just gives him a nod and squeezes Gerard’s shoulders encouragingly.
“I won’t, but you gotta tell me so I know sort of what to pack,” Frank strokes his fingers lightly along Gerard’s cheek and Gerard smiles softly.
“Okay, well… Silent Hill.”
The entire room grows eerily silent and Frank hears a shattering sound followed by dripping, which he’s pretty sure means Bob dropped his bowl of cereal.
“Silent. Hill.” Frank punctuates the sentence, staring at Gerard as if he’s insane, which he may as well be because really? Silent fucking Hill? Frank’s about ready to lock Gerard away in a fucking mental institution if he doesn’t start explaining soon.
Frank’s eyes must give away his thought process because Gerard holds his hands up in front of him in defense.
“Hey, you promised not to get mad,” Gerard’s voice going up in pitch to the point of it cracking. “Besides, it’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad,” Frank deadpans, still staring at Gerard like he’s lost his fucking mind. “People go missing there, Gerard. They go there and never come back. Doesn’t that scream ‘don’t fucking come here’ to you?”
“Don’t forget about that coal mine evacuation thing years ago!” Ray pipes up from near the door, still looking like he’s ready to go run and pack.
“Guys, those are urban legends. And the coal mine thing has nothing to do with anything creepy. Just, please. I really want to do this.” He’s pouting and Frank wants to roll his eyes. Surely the other guys can’t be buying this, right?
“Alright, I’m in,” Mikey stands up from where he’s perched on the arm of the couch and Frank turns to stare at him, his jaw slack. What the hell?
“Me too!” Ray’s practically bouncing in his shoes and Frank wants nothing more than to throw something at him right now. What the fuck is wrong with them? Do they not realize how bad of an idea this is?
Frank turns to Bob, his last hope and tries to plead with him wordlessly, hoping he’ll at least try to be the voice of reason and talk some sense into the rest of the band.
“I think it’s a great idea,” Bob says, his deep voice almost booming off the walls around them. “If we’re going for a darker album, it seems only fitting we go to a place that’s known for dark urban legends, ya know?”
Frank can’t believe what he’s hearing. Why is everyone completely okay with this? Are they all fucking insane?
Frank turns back to Gerard who is just fucking beaming at the fact that everyone is onboard with his plans.
“Great!” Gerard claps his hands together, his smile so wide his eyes are scrunching up. “Now everyone go pack! We’re leaving in about an hour.”
Ray immediately yanks the door open and is out it before Bob and Mikey can even take one step. They file towards the door, letting it shut with a muted click behind them. Frank doesn’t move and stares at Gerard who is now rooting around in the mini fridge. He turns around, catching Frank’s stare and pauses, his hand on the top of his bottle of water.
“Aren’t you gonna pack, baby?” He gives Frank a small smile that seems to unthaw him. Frank crosses his arms, and cocks his hips in an almost laughable way.
“Uh, no, I’m not,” Frank hisses, venom thick in his voice. “I’m not fucking going to that place, Gerard. It’s an awful idea. I don’t want to end up in a horror movie based off a true story, Gerard.” Gerard sighs and throws the bottle down onto the table, taking a step towards Frank, almost testing to see if Frank is going to back away from him. Frank narrows his eyes but doesn’t move.
“Frankie,” he murmurs, closing the rest of the distance and putting his hands on Frank’s shoulders like Frank had earlier. “It’s going to be fine. I’ll protect you if anything evil decides to attack you.”
He smirks and gives Frank a wink but it does nothing to ease the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Frank doesn’t say anything and continues to stare at Gerard, trying to plead with his eyes again, knowing full well it won’t work. Once Gerard has an idea about something, he runs with it and there’s nothing anyone can say that will stop him.
“Frank,” Gerard sighs, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against Frank’s. “What do I have to do to convince you?”
Frank bites his lip. He knows what will convince him, but what he wants is definitely something Gerard isn’t going to give him very easily. Well, maybe if it was a requirement for Frank to agree to go he might…
“Fuck me,” Frank states. Gerard snaps his eyes open wide and stares at Frank, running his tongue over his lips a little.
“What?” Gerard asks, even though both he and Frank know that he heard him clearly the first time.
“Fuck me, Gerard.”
Gerard seems to battle himself in his mind for a minute to the point where Frank swears he can hear the different arguments going back and forth in his head. Finally Gerard must decide it’s a fair tradeoff because he smashes his lips against Frank’s and slides his arms down around his back, pulling him tight against his chest.
Frank makes a small noise of surprise but instantly melts into Gerard, wrapping his arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. Gerard’s tongue slides along Frank’s lip and Frank instantly opens his mouth, granting him access.
Gerard’s tongue moves along Frank’s, and Frank is quick to reciprocate the movements. He moves his hands up to the back of Gerard’s head, letting his hands tangle in the slightly greasy, black hair.
Gerard lets out a soft moan and detaches their lips so he can rip Frank’s shirt over his head. Frank shoves off Gerard’s jacket before shoving Gerard towards the couch and straddling his lap to remove his shirt too. He leans his head down and runs his tongue from Gerard’s collarbone to right behind his ear, eliciting a shiver from him.
“Mm,” Gerard moans softly, weaving his fingers into Frank’s hair. Frank sinks his teeth into the tender skin on Gerard’s neck right above where his pulse is, smirking when he feels Gerard arch up, his crotch rubbing against Frank’s.
Frank grinds down into Gerard’s lap again before reaching down and unbuttoning both of their jeans with one hand. He kisses up Gerard’s jaw, moving quickly to push their pants down just enough to get both of their cocks out of their boxers.
Frank lifts his hand up to Gerard’s mouth, letting Gerard lick across his palm for him before lowering it back down and wrapping it around both of their dicks. Gerard lets out a soft moan, tilting his head onto the back of the couch. Frank presses open mouthed kisses along Gerard’s throat, letting his hand slide up and down their cocks in a slow, but steady rhythm.
They both let out moans as Frank thumbs over both cocks’ heads and lets the already accumulated precum work as lubricant as he slides his hand back down their lengths to their bases.
“Fuck,” Gerard moans, tipping his head back up to capture Frank’s lips with his own. Frank loses his sense of rhythm, getting lost in the kiss, and lets go of their dicks in favor of wrapping his arms around Gerard’s neck.
Gerard grabs Frank by the hips and pushes them both onto the floor. Frank grunts against Gerard’s lips out of surprise and slight discomfort, but wraps his legs around Gerard’s hips, pulling him closer to him.
Frank’s erection drags along Gerard’s stomach and he hisses out a moan, arching up to gain more friction.
“Gee,” he breathes out, almost panting. “Just fuck me already.”
Gerard wastes no time in ridding Frank of his jeans and boxers and fumbles with his own before finally pushing them down and out of their way. Frank pulls his legs up on either side of Gerard’s hips, bracing himself for Gerard to push in, but Gerard stops.
“Lube?” Gerard asks, raising an eyebrow. Shit. Frank forgot about that. He thinks for a second before shaking his head quickly and grabbing Gerard’s hand and pulling it up to his mouth. He runs his tongue over three of Gerard’s fingers, letting them slip into his mouth so he can coat them with spit. He watches as Gerard’s eyes glaze over in want and moves his tongue faster, trying to get them as wet as possible.
He slides them out of his mouth, guiding them back down to right behind his balls, letting Gerard take over. Gerard slides his finger around Frank’s entrance, pressing in just a little, almost as if he’s trying to tease Frank. Frank lets out a frustrated groan and presses back against Gerard’s finger, causing it to slide in all the way.
“Quit fucking around, Way,” he glares at Gerard who just smirks back before removing the finger and sliding in a second with it. Frank groans at the slight stretch but welcomes the burn, pushing back hard onto Gerard’s fingers. Gerard scissors and twists them, trying to open up Frank as much as possible before sliding in the third and final digit.
Frank bites his lip to the point he can taste the rusted metal of blood in his mouth, but moves back on Gerard’s fingers, not letting him know how much it actually hurts. Frank loves hurting during sex anyway, it makes it seem more real to him.
Gerard doesn’t waste much time with the third finger before he’s pulling them out and shoving his own cock in immediately afterward. Frank arches his back up, a deep moan sounding out of his throat as his cock slides along Gerard’s stomach again, leaving behind a trail of precum.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, bearing down on Gerard. “More…”
Gerard’s quick to comply and slides out almost completely, before slamming in again, the tip of his dick brushing against Frank’s prostate.
“Gerard,” Frank moans out, dragging the name out into almost 8 syllables. He adjusts his hips, tipping them up so that on the next thrust, Gerard hits Frank’s spot dead on, causing Frank to almost scream. “Fuck!”
Frank reaches down, wrapping his hand around his own cock and timing his movements just right with Gerard’s thrusts against his prostate.
Between the way Gerard is hitting his prostate dead on and Frank’s own hand on his dick, it doesn’t take long before Frank is spilling into his fist, splattering both of their stomachs as a string of expletives and moans leave his mouth. Gerard keeps thrusting in, harder and faster than before, trying to catch up to Frank.
Frank can tell that Gerard is getting close because his rhythm is faltering and his movements are getting more and more sporadic.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and Frank can’t help but curse whoever decided now was a great time to interrupt.
“Just a second,” Gerard grunts out, thrusting into Frank even harder, trying to get off as quickly as possible. Frank lets Gerard pound into him, his back sliding against the carpeted floor, and, yeah, there’s definitely going to be rug burn there later. The door opens anyway and Frank glances up to see Mikey waltzing in like he owns the fucking place.
“Hey, I’m just wond- HOLY FUCK, YOU GUYS!” Mikey throws an arm over his eyes as if to shield him from the view of his brother and band mate fucking on the floor. Frank almost wants to laugh, but lets out a moan instead as he feels Gerard release deep inside him.
“I said just a second, Mikey!” Gerard attempts to yell, panting every other word. “Fuck, you should have listened.”
“Well pardon me for having to ask a question!” Mikey still has his arm over his eyes and Frank is definitely laughing now. “Now can you guys get dressed so I don’t go blind?!”
Gerard lets out a breathy laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to Frank’s lips before slipping out of him and moving to his feet, to pull on his clothes again. Frank sighs, sitting up and reaching for his own clothing. He takes his time getting dressed and smirks when he hears Mikey huffing from the doorway at the wait.
“Alright, alright, we’re dressed. Now what was so important that it couldn’t wait?” Gerard rushes out impatiently, cocking his hips to the side like the sassy fucker he is.
“I just wanna know how long we should pack for?” He ends the sentence in a question and Frank realizes he never even thought to ask that question. How long are they going to be there for?
“A month,” Gerard states, not even batting an eyelash and Frank wants to cry. A month? A month in a town that, based on rumors, is the perfect setting for a horror movie? Fantastic.
******
The drive to Silent Hill is going both too fast and too slow for Frank’s liking. He wants to get there as soon as possible so this month can end just as quickly. But then again, he dreads getting there fast, his gut telling him that the stupid urban legends and rumors about the godforsaken town are correct, that nothing but Hell on Earth awaits them.
Frank leans forward, letting his chin rest on the back of the driver’s seat, watching the road as Bob takes them closer and closer to their destination.
“How much longer?” Frank whines, sounding vaguely like a four year old.
“For the thousandth time, we’re nearly there, Iero,” Bob grunts out, sounding annoyed. Frank knows Bob isn’t annoyed though. Bob never gets annoyed with Frank, he just likes to pretend he does. “Just sit back and shut up.”
Frank smirks a little, but it dies away quickly as the uneasy feeling settles back into the pit of his stomach. This isn’t going to end well. Something bad is going to happen, and Frank knows it.
Gerard reaches over and grasps Frank’s hand in his own, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. Frank glances up at him, and notices he’s got a small, yet sad, smile on his face. Gerard leans over and presses a soft kiss to Frank’s cheek near his ear.
“It’ll be fine, babe. I promise,” he whispers, barely audible enough for Frank to hear.
Frank sighs and nods, looking back out the windshield and watches as white flakes start coming down from the sky and slowly accumulate on the glass windshield.
“It’s snowing?” He wonders aloud.
“Guess so,” Bob mutters, flipping on the windshield wipers. Instead of wiping away the snowflakes though, they smear across the glass leaving black in their trails.
“What the fuck?” Gerard says, leaning forward.
“I’m no expert,” Mikey chimes from the passenger seat. “But I don’t think snow is supposed to do that.”
“Wow, no shit, dumbass,” Gerard says, smacking his brother upside the head.
Bob flips the washer fluid switch up, letting the liquid wash away the blackened flakes and turns off the wipers.
They drive a little further when suddenly a dark shape comes into focus through the falling white.
“What is that?” Mikey says, leaning forward and squinting through the constant fall of flakes.
“It looks like an abandoned car,” Frank murmurs, leaning up to get a better look. He looks to the right of the car and notices a giant sign that reads “Welcome to Silent Hill.” The uneasy feeling in his stomach quadruples and he has to suppress the urge to vomit up his breakfast.
“Maybe someone broke down? We should stop and help them,” Gerard suggests, reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt.
“Uh, and maybe we fucking shouldn’t?” Frank nearly yells, smacking Gerard’s hand away from the buckle. “Jesus Christ, Gerard, have you never seen a fucking horror film?”
Gerard stares at Frank as if Frank is going insane, but Frank stands his ground. He knows it’s a bad idea to stop and check on an abandoned car anywhere, let alone in a town that’s known for bad shit happening.
Bob ignores both of them and keeps on driving. Frank looks out the window and notices several pairs of footsteps leading away from the car into town and swallows the lump in his throat. Maybe someone really had broken down and it wasn’t anything bad. He’s just being stupid and over reacting. No big deal.
Bob drives the van further into the desolate town, slowing down so that the rest of the band can glance around and look for somewhere that looks somewhat decent enough for them to crash.
“Hey, let’s try that!” Ray’s pointing out the windshield at what looks to be an old, abandoned church. Frank’s stomach does a somersault and he clenches his hand to it, willing the feeling to go away.
Bob nods, slowing down as he pulls up closer to the van but stops when a thud sounds from the front.
“Did we hit something?” Mikey asks, leaning forward to look out the flake-coated windshield.
“There was nothing there to hit!” Bob shrugs wildly and glances around at the rest of the guys in the van.
They all stare at each other for a moment.
“Um, well,” Gerard says, looking back out at the church in front of the van. “Maybe we should get out and just walk the rest of the way? Or at least check what we hit?”
The rest of the guys, with the exception of Frank, all nod and move to get out of the vehicle. Frank hesitates, but decides he doesn’t want to be left alone on the streets so he’s quick to follow behind Gerard out of the back seat.
As they all step out onto the white street, they notice that there’s a set of footprints leading towards what looks to be an old, run-down motel. Before they can investigate any further though, a guttural screeching sound comes from the front of the van and all of them snap their attention back to the van.
A tall, armless, blob of what was at one time probably a normal human is rising from the ground in front of the van and Frank finally realizes that his gut feeling was right.
They never should have come to Silent Hill.
Chapter 3
A/N: Written by sassyprostitute
Also, this is what the monster looks like that I described
