Other Fan Fiction ❯ There are two sides to every story. ❯ One. ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter One

Gerard's POV
Â "Are you sure you want this?" Bert asked me as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure. Just do it." I said through clenched teeth. It's not like this had never happened before. I wouldn't say I enjoyed this part, but the outcome was totally worth it.

I felt a sharp sting as he pushed it deep inside. I heard myself squeak, telling myself that in just a matter of moments, it would be all worth it.

He laughed slightly and caressed my face.

"All done."

I opened my eyes to see him set the needle down and remove my tie from my arm. He smiled up at me from his position on the floor, stroking my face.

"How do you feel?" He asked, his voice already distorted and his figure fuzzy. I was so fucking high and it had just been seconds since he shot that beautiful brown liquid into me.

I smiled back at him, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. He let me go and laid me down, and I stayed coherent long enough to watch him prepare a hit for himself.

After that, God only knows what happened....

Bert's POV
Â "Are you sure you want this?" I asked. It had taken me over three hours to convince him to do this; I don't know why I was questioning it now.

He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head away from me. He was shaking out of nervousness as I picked his tie up off the floor, using it to tie off his arm.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure. Just do it." He growled at me through his clenched teeth. I laughed and sighed, taking his hand and making sure the needle was free of air bubbles one last time before I looked for a vein good enough to stick it in. He flinched and squeaked as the needle punctured his skin. I laughed at him and pushed the plunger down, he was so new to this and it was so fucking cute. I pulled the empty needle out of his arm and set it down on the bedside dresser, then reached up to caress his pretty face.

"All done." I smiled, taking my hand away from his face and taking his tie off of his arm. He opened his eyes and looked down at me from his seat on the bed, his eyes already hazy and his expression sliding away from fear and into pure bliss.

"How do you feel?" I asked. He just grinned and took me by my hair, pulling me up off of the floor and onto the bed with him, crashing his lips to mine in a sloppy kiss, pulling me down on top of him as he laid back onto the pillows. I pulled away from him, slid back down onto the floor and grabbed the needle I had just used for him, starting the process all over again, but for myself this time.

When everything was ready, I looked back up to him, his face peaceful as he stared at the wall behind me. He was fucked out of his mind. I set the needle aside and crawled to him, dying to touch his beautiful face once more.

"Gerard, baby? Are you still here with me?" I whispered to him, rubbing his pale cheek with my thumb, wiping away the makeup he'd smudged onto his face when we were making love earlier.

"Mm-hmm." He nodded, smiling slightly.

"Can you talk to me?"

He thought for a second, nodding again.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Can you tell me you love me, baby?"

"I love you, Bertie."

"More than Frankie?"

He thought again, then shook his head slightly.

"No."

Damn. Even when he was stoned as fuck, he still had that fucking issue.

"Can you lie for me and say that you do?"

He paused for a second, connecting his eyes to mine, and giving me a half-assed smile. I knew that he wasn't anywhere in there and nothing he said meant a goddamned thing, but a man can hope...or pretend...

"I love you more than anything." He grinned, bringing his hand to my face and pulling me into another kiss. He slid his tongue into my mouth and wrapped his arm around my neck, sighing and squeezing me.

I held onto the moment for as long as I could, desperately pretending that this was him on his own free will, that he knew what he was doing, that he meant this kiss out of true love for me, that it wasn't one of the kisses that he gave all of his friends, that this one was special and because he was madly in love with me. I stayed connected at the lips with him until I felt him go limp.

I pulled away from him and made sure he was propped up by the pillows so that when he came down off the high and threw up he wouldn't choke and die.

He smiled listlessly at me, sliding his clouded eyes shut and babbling on and on as I shot up, practically orgasming as the heroin flooded through my veins. I stood up and wobbled slightly before I walked to over to him as best I could without falling over. I pushed his hair back from his face and kissed him on the forehead, leaving him to lie alone in Jepha's room in chemically- produced ecstasy.

I wobbled my way down the hallway to my room, using the walls for support as the drug began to take total effect. I made it in and shut the door behind me, resting against the wall.

I smiled to myself as I licked my lips, they still tasted like his minty chap stick, my hair smelled like the lotion he had on his hands. I slid down the wall, slipping out of consciousness and into a blissful sleep.