Romance Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Cancer ❯ Clothes Off! ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: Okay, so do you guys hate me now? Well, you won’t at the end of this chapter. Oh trust me you won’t. You might actually love me. This chapter gets very romantic. But between who? You’ll just have to find out for yourself. So here is what you’ve been waiting for! Chapter five of Cancer: Two men who’ve lost all doubt in a chemical romance.
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I guess this is how it ends. I deserve this......

Gerard choked violently, as he struggled to keep himself alive. It was mainly just a reflex, because in Gerard’s state of mind, he would of preferred choking to death. But this reflex seemed to be stopping Gerard from dying, and that angered Gerard.

“Just fucking kill me all ready!” He yelled through his choking gasps. He couldn’t stand the torture anymore.

Bert stood up, hearing Gerard scream. “Gerard? Gee, where are you?” He called, searching the house. He then heard the choking and struggling from the bedroom. His eyes went wide realizing the seriousness of this.

He ran to the bedroom, whose door was locked. “Dammit! Where’s the fucking key!” He screamed, as he pounded on the door, realizing there was none.

And then he remembered his lock pick. He took it out of his pocket, and shoved it in the door, almost throwing it open when it was unlocked. But of course that reaction was only necessary when your lover is choking himself to death.

“GEE! NOOO!!!” Bert screamed, seeing Gerard choking. He rushed out of the room, grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and ran back. He thrust the knife through the phone cord, and Gerard fell to the ground, half dead. “Gerard! Gerard, say something!” Bert cried, as he knelt before his dying lover. He grabbed Gerard’s head, and seemed to be kissing him.

But actually, he was performing CPR. Surprising that a man who acts like he’s a child most of the time actually knows one helpful thing. But Bert was a smart man. Or at least, that’s what his mother used to tell him.

Nonetheless, Bert was smart this time, and that’s the only thing that truly mattered now, as this sudden burst of intelligence was going to help Gerard.

After Bert performed CPR for maybe a minute, Gerard was up, and coughing up some blood. But that’s normal I guess for a man who just attempted choking himself for a good five minutes. It’s a good thing Bert came in when he did. Gerard would’ve been a goner if Bert had left him for another minute.

Gerard sat up, looking around. “I’m.... alive?” He asked, shocked. Bert glared at him. “Yes! You are alive! Why wouldn’t you be?” Bert said, sounding worried and annoyed. Gerard just sat looking around. “Because I don’t deserve it. I deserve to die....” Gerard said, picking up the knife, which had fallen to the floor after Bert cut the cord. He clutched it, and tried to shove it through his chest. But something stopped it. Gerard looked down to see what had stopped his suicide attempt.

It was Bert’s hand.

Gerard’s eyes went wide. “Wha-What? B-bert? You saved me?” He asked, shocked. Tears welled up in Gerard’s eyes, as he looked up to Bert. Bert just sat there, and smiled, even though there was a knife in his hand. “Gerard, I love you.” He said, smiling.

But Gerard was confused. “But.... I’m a monster..... I hurt you.” Gerard said, pointing to the healing wound on Bert’s face. Bert looked down. “That’s nothing compared to the hurt I felt hearing that you were trying to kill yourself.” He said. Gerard looked down sadly. He removed the knife from Bert’s hand, and just sat there, trying to think about his actions.

Bert left him there, as he ran into the bathroom quickly to get some gauze. He wrapped up his hand to hear a crash of glass. He looked into the bedroom, to see Gerard at his throat with a piece of glass. He was trying to kill himself once again. “GERARD!” He screamed running over, and slapping the hand with glass away. “Gerard, what’s wrong with you! You really want to die?” Bert asked, almost screaming. Gerard nodded his head. Bert sighed. “Gerard, I can’t trust you alone for two minutes, can I?” Bert asked, sitting Gerard on the bed.

“I go to wrap up my hand, and there you go, fucking yourself again. Geez, it’s like being with a two year old. Next you’ll try drinking windex....” Bert sighed, turning around to finish wrapping up his hand. Gerard thought for a second, and crawled over to a cabinet in the corner. He reached out to open, but Bert said, “Don’t even think about it.” Gerard sat back up straight.

Finally Bert’s hand was fixed, and Gerard was keeping quiet. “All right Gerard, let me ask you something. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT???” Bert yelled. He wanted to know what would make Gerard go that far as to become suicidal. Gerard just sat there. “I’m a monster....” He said.

Bert looked at him. “Monster...?” He asked. Then he remembered back to what had happened before. Then he realized that it was his fault for Gerard thinking that. “No, Gerard.... You’re not a monster. It was a mistake. I understand that.” Bert, getting down to the floor bending on his knees to meet Gerard’s eye level. “But honestly, you shouldn’t be worrying about me! You have to start worrying about yourself. Do you know what I’d do without you?” Bert asked him.

And then it clicked with Gerard. Something seemed all too familiar about this, like deja vu, or something like that. Gerard smiled. “Bert, you’re worried about me, aren’t you?” He asked, a smirk on his face. Bert nodded. “Yes! I’m worried! Gerard, you tried to do something to yourself that I would’ve never forgiven myself for. I would’ve been so guilty, I’d kill myself.” Bert said, looking down at the ground. Gerard sat there. “But, then we’d be dead together. I think that’s good with me.” Gerard said, going after that knife again. Bert slapped Gerard’s hand away. “No! That’s not fine with me! I LOVE YOU! You idiot! I care about you because I love you. If you died, I’d hate myself so much, I’d let myself live, to torture me.” Bert said, looking at Gerard.

Gerard looked up at him, feeling a little guilty. “Huh?” He asked. “Bert, I–“ But before anything could get out, Bert grabbed Gerard and kissed him. Gerard didn’t object, but he was a little shocked.

The two got into a very passionate make out session, and then the two forgot all about what had happened. All they knew was that they were both in love, and that both were really horny.


Back at the hospital, things had quieted down, and Bob and Cassie were still awake. They were talking over plans for the future and what they would do about later on in life. “I’ve always really wanted kids. It’s just a secret that I’ve never told anyone before. Promise not to tell?” Bob asked, pleading with her. Cassie snuggled closer to him. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe.” She told him, kissing his cheek. He smiled. “Good. I don’t want the guys knowing. They’d think I’m a pussy.” Bob said.

Cassie sat up. “But, that doesn’t make you a pussy. Being Mikey, that makes you a pussy. (A/N: Mikey is not a pussy.) But saying something so sweet like that, that doesn’t make you less of a man.” Cassie said, hugging Bob. “But, if you don’t want me telling them, then I won’t say anything. Only for you, Bob.” She said.

Bob smiled. “Thanks. So what do you dream of? Like what is your dream?” Bob asked.

Cassie smiled. “I’m already living it.” She said, hugging him.

He smiled, and hugged her back. “Really? This is your dream? To be stuck in a hospital room with a loser drummer? That’s a shitty dream.” Bob said. Cassie rolled her eyes. “You’re not a loser. You’re a very sexy loser.” She said. He laughed. But then she smirked. “You may be a loser,” She spoke, “But you’re my loser.” He smiled. He kissed her softly on the lips. “Thanks Cassie. You make a guy like me feel special.” But Cassie wasn’t satisfied by that one kiss. She brought his head in for a more passionate, seductive kiss.

“Bob, THAT’S how you kiss a girl.” She told him. He just sat there, shocked. She laughed, and put her head in his lap. “Oh Bob, I don’t really know what my new dream is.” She said, playing with his one hand. “I guess it’s to get married, have kids, and maybe be in a band.” She said, looking up at the bright lights. She shielded her eyes, but still was fixated at the ceiling.

Bob smiled, knowing that was the exact same dream he held. I guess we’re both so similar..... Bob told himself. He smiled down at her, looking into her soft, grey eyes. They were just so amazing that he couldn’t stand it. When she looked away from the lights and saw his smiling face looking down at her, she smiled too. “What are you looking at?” She asked, squeezing his hand.
“I was just looking at your eyes.” Bob said, being blunt. He brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face, just so he could gaze into those grey beauties. He smiled down at her, and kissed her forehead. But she again wanted more.

She grabbed the drummer’s face, and pulled him down. And then she pulled herself up on top of him. He didn’t object at all. But he did find the position awkward, being they only knew each other for a day.

But then again, all great romances happened within one day. Romeo and Juliet, Pyrmus and Thisbe, hell even Gerard and Bert were a great romantic couple within a day. So maybe this wasn’t so weird.

It felt weird to Bob, who never really felt love before. No one ever went for the shy drummers anyways. It was always Gerard, Frank and Mikey. Hell, even Ray found dates. But not Bob. Nobody loved Bob.

Except for Cassie, this new found lover, which he would try to hold on to forever. And he’d do so well, being she can barely get away from him once he’s tightened his grip.

So with a new thought in mind he let his awkward feeling slip away. But another thing worried him. I mean, it is a hospital. Just about anybody could walk in on the couple. How embarrassing would that be? So he struggled to break free of her passionate kisses, despite how much he loved them. “Cassie, I’m not sure about this. I mean, we’re in a hospital. It’s kind of awkward.” He told her, keeping his voice low, so nobody could pry.

She just smirked and stood up. “Don’t you worry your pretty little blonde haired head. I’ve got it down.” She said, walking over to the door. She clicked the lock shut, and put the chair Gerard used to sit in against the door. Then she looked seductively at him. She pounced up, and leapt onto the blonde headed drummer, who did not reject the girl’s actions.

Again she began this passionate make out session, and basically was teaching Bob how to make a girl tick. Or more how to make Bob tick.

And boy did she have quite a way of teaching.

Then she stopped for a minute to look at Bob. She brought her hands down under his shirt. “Bob, do you love me?” She asked him, rubbing her hands up and down his newly muscular chest.

Bob looked down at her some what nervously. “Yes. Why do you ask?” He inquired.

She smirked. “Liar.” She said, tracing invisible messages into his chest. She was truthfully drawing a heart, and writing his name. Bob looked at her work. “I’m no liar.” He said, reaching his hand to her back, and doing exactly what she was doing to him. Except it tickled her. “How do I know it’s the truth?” She questioned looking up at him. But he didn’t answer. He just tickled her back, and flipped her over, so he was on top of her.
“Because I’m Bob fucking Bryar. That’s why I’m telling the truth.” He said, kissing her. She smiled once he broke the kiss. And then he asked her a question. “Are you ticklish?” He questioned. She shook her head. “No.” He smirked. “Liar.” He whispered, and tickled her stomach. She laughed hysterically, and almost kicked him off her.

And then the two’s natural instincts kicked in. They both played seductively with each others garments, until they were removed. “Clothes off.” She said, pulling at Bob’s clothes. Bob smirked. “You first.” He told, pulling at her shirt. She smiled. She sat up, and removed her shirt. Bob gaped at her, again not ever properly having sex before. But he’d seen it millions of times in movies and TV, so he assumed he could handle it. She smirked. “Happy?” He nodded. “Your turn.” She grabbed at his clothes, and tugging. He smiled, and removed his shirt. “Happy?” He whispered into her ear. She nodded. “Of course.” She told him. He smirked at her, and then pushed her back onto the bed. “You better be.”

Then, both not caring where they were, they gave each other the best night the two have ever had in their entire lives.


Bob and Cassie weren’t the only ones getting busy. Bert and Gerard were all ready in bed, and completely finished. (A/N: Hey, they work fast. XD) Clothes were scattered everywhere, and Bert lay in bed, smoking pot, with Gerard sighing next to him.

Gerard looked up at Bert, who seemed to enjoy killing himself inside. So Gerard grabbed at the pot, and said, “Gimme.” like a child. Bert handed it to Gerard, who breathed it in like a cigarette, and sighed. Well, at least we’re killing ourselves together.... He thought, glad that Bert would rather do drugs with him, than a bunch of crazy coked up weirdos. Bert put his arm around Gerard. “Hey Babe, save some for me, okay?” He told him, kissing his lover’s forehead. Gerard just nodded, knowing he was going to have to give it back sometime. He handed it to Bert, reluctantly, and went back to snuggling with his Dearly Beloved.

“I love you Bert.” He said, sighing into Bert’s bare and tattooed chest. He couldn’t understand tattoos. Gerard was deathly afraid of needles, so a tattoo was way too frightening to him. He just couldn’t imagine how someone like Frank or Jeph could get so much pain painted on them. But what really stuck out to Gerard was the tattoo on his chest that said “With love forever, my dear Kate. RIP”

He sighed, and brushed his hand against the tattoo, making Bert look down at him. “Something bothering you Gee?” He asked, rubbing Gerard’s head, and mussing up his hair. Gerard just sat there. “Will you remember me like that when I’m dead?” He asked, looking at the tattoo. Bert was confused, but the looked down to where Gerard’s eyes were fixated. “Oh, you mean like Kate?” He asked, being serious. Gerard nodded, looking at Bert like a child.

Bert smiled. “Yeah Gee, I’ll remember you.” He said, petting Gerard’s head.

Gerard smiled, and laid his head on Bert’s chest. “Good. I was afraid you’d forget about me. I don’t ever want you to forget.” He said, gripping onto Bert tight, wanting to never let go.
Bert squeezed Gerard’s arm, and rubbed his back, just to make sure his lover was all right. He never understood why, but people always found that rubbing someone’s back was soothing to them. So he just did it.

“Don’t worry Gerard. I won’t ever forget.” He said, looking straight ahead of him at something that wasn’t there. “I promise.” Gerard snuggled closer to Bert.

Gerard smiled, and Bert tried to lull him to sleep.

“Lay your head down just for now Space fills your mind and you dream awhile The sun floods your room as you drown Your lungs full of breathing Your true love believe One more time to say I love you always And keeping faith letting love find a wayMove let the stars suck you in Hold tight, the night's air and breathe again Let go and be burnt by the moon Your hands full of feeling Your true love believe One more time to say I love you alwaysAnd keeping faith letting love find a way.” Bert sang to him, as he lulled Gerard into a sleep, but not before Gerard questioned the song, as he had never heard it before. But of course he tiredness got the best of him, and he fell dead asleep, lying on Bert like a child who couldn’t sleep alone in the dark without his mother.

Bert smiled, as he pet Gerard, and said, “I love you Gerard.” He then gave the sleeping man a hug. “I promise I’ll never ever lose you.” He whispered, kissing his forehead.

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A/N: Okay! So, you guys hate me less? It’s really cute, right? Well this chapter was short, but I HAVE to put the waking up of everyone in the next chapter. I think it’ll be funny. But again, I’m spontaneous. Aren’t you surprised that Gee isn’t dead? Yay Bert! He saved Gee-rard. Anyways, stay tuned for the next chapter. Hopefully it’ll be longer, and involve more drama/romance/anything else that comes to mind! Yay! So see you next time for the sixth installment of Cancer: Two men who’ve lost all doubt in a chemical romance.