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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Original_Male_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      black_magic, Necromancers, Zombies, Dead_Sex, Revenge, Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-20 Words: 1851
****** A Little Piece of Heaven ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     He runs, hearing the corrupt men behind him, their footsteps beating
     heavy against the soft forest ground. Gerard’s eyes are darting
     around from tree to tree, attempting to find a suitable place to
     hide. He makes a sharp turn to the right.
Notes
     This story is based off the song A Little Piece of Heaven by Avenged
     Sevenfold. The lyrics to the song are in bold
Before the story begins, is it such a sin, for me to take what’s mine? Until
the end of time....
He runs, hearing the corrupt men behind him, their footsteps beating heavy
against the soft forest ground. Gerard’s eyes are darting around from tree to
tree, attempting to find a suitable place to hide. He makes a sharp turn to the
right.
Our love had been so strong for far too long. I was weak with fear that
something would go wrong. 
“He turned right! After him!” One of them yelled form not too far behind. 
“Don’t let him get away!” 
“Come on guys! He’s heading for the top of the cliff, he can’t go much
farther!” 
Gerard hears all of them yell, but he doesn’t pay much attention. His one and
only focus right now is getting away, he must. If not for himself, for his
lover. 
Before the possibilities came true, I took all possibility from you. 
He was almost to the top, when he hears the men getting closer and closer,
gaining speed while Gerard is losing it. Soon, he reaches the peak and whips
around to find all the men surrounding him, dogs barking and growling viciously
at their prey. 
“Hand over the boy and we won’t hurt you.” The tallest and kindest of them all
says. They see Gerard’s eyes dart down to the body in his hands, then to them,
then to the edge of the cliff.  
Almost laughed myself to tears, conjuring his deepest fears. 
“Don’t be hasty! Just-”
Gerard took one last look at them and fell back, calmly falling with the body
still in his arms. You couldn’t blame him, it wasn’t like he had that much of a
choice. 
Must have stabbed him fifty fuckin’ times. I can’t believe it! They ripped his
heart right before his eyes 
Right before he hits the water, he wraps his arms tightly around the younger,
cradling him to his chest for safety. He can’t let his hard work go to waste
now.
The impact knocks the air out of Gerard, but other than that there is no
damage, not that there could be. Gerard’s cradling kept the shorter safe (well,
as safe as he could be now), and he resurfaces with the undamaged in his arms.
The other men saw Gerard rise, yelling lines such as “after him” and “he won’t
get away!” 
Slowly but surely he rises from the depths of the lake and onto the bank,
drenched with the freezing water. The impact and all the running has Gerard
almost at his weakest, but in a desperate attempt to make it to their
destination he slings the unconscious boy over his shoulder and sprints. He
recognizes that tree with the black markings on it, and quickly runs off
parallel to it. 
I can keep you lookin’ young and preserved forever, with a fountain to spray on
your mouth whenever.
Almost there, he can see the smoke of the fire he left on coming out of he
chimney. 
“He’s heading for the witch necromancer’s cottage!” He hears a man with a raspy
voice yell. Gerard rolls his eyes...typical. He made his house in the woods for
a reason, so that no one bothers his work or gives his small cottage a “freaky”
name. But, as it seem, his attempts were futile. Necromancer’s cottage? Did
they know anything of his work? NO.
He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t hear the gunshot until it was to
late. The bullet clipped him in the leg, causing him to fall and drop the
body. 
“Uhhhh.” He moans out, checking his leg for any extreme damage. It seemed that
it just barely hit the skin, so he got up (much to the disappointment of his
limbs) and continued the trek again. He bursts through his door and drops the
boy on the examination table. After making sure all the locks on the doors are
secure, he runs back to the body and begins the process. 
Cause I really always knew that my little crime would be cold, that’s why I got
a heater for your thighs.  
“He’s in there!”
“Break the door down!”
“Drag him out by his hair!”
The men are outside the door now, banging their hard fists in an attempt to
break it down. 
“Come on.” He speaks, moving his tools out of the way and pounding on the
other’s chest. “Wake the fuck up!” 
Just as the men barge through the door, the younger stirs. 
“Ow.....my head.” He mumbles, pressing a cold hand to the injured area.
“Is he-”
“He can’t be, he was-”
“Dead.” The men are all flabbergasted. Never before have they seen such
witchcraft. Not to say necromancy was unheard of, it was commonly known and
feared. Hearing stories about it was scary enough, let alone seeing it up
close. 
From across the room, Gerard grins from ear to ear. 
Now an angry soul comes back from beyond the grave, to repossess a body with
which I’ve misbehaved 
“Where.....where am I?” The corpse asks, looking around the small cottage. 
“What do we do?” Whispered a blonde male to his companions.
“WE KILL IT!” And just like that Gerard things all his hard work, all his
goddamn exertion was for nothing when one of the men charge forward with a
bronze sword. It plunges through the dead one’s stomach, and all is silent. 
“Why won’t you die?!” Another screams and runs up, thrusting another knife into
his chest. Both men continued to stab at the poor boy, while he just sat there
and stared at them. 
“What........is it?” One guy said, backing away slowly towards that door. 
 Smiling right from ear to ear, almost laughed himself to tears.
“That, my fine fellows,” Gerard speaks from behind them. “Is your worst
nightmare.” He looks over at the young boy, whom is still sitting on the table,
and gives a quick nod of the head; the signal that he can do as his cravings
please. Immediately he pounces on the nearest hunter, going straight for the
throat and ravaging it. 
“Get it off me!” The victim tries to say, but all that comes out is blood and a
strange gurgle. It doesn’t matter if he could process words or not, his
companions were already fleeing towards the door.
“Uh-Uh-Uh.” Gerard taunts, moving so that he stands in front of the door.
The men are now trapped between a freaky and (by their point of view) insane
necromancer, or a “zombie” that has a hankering for human flesh.  
Decisions decisions.....
They don’t have much time left to decide, for the “dead” boy they now recognize
as Frank Iero is done with his other meal. Standing up from his crouched
position Frank wipes the blood off his face. Gerard smiles at him and nods
again. 
Screams fill the old cabin as Frank has a feast of flesh. 
Must have stabbed them fifty fuckin times! I can’t believe it! Ripped their
hearts out right before their eyes, eyes over easy. Eat it, eat it, eat it!
“I told you I’d bring you back.” Says Gerard when Frank is finally full. He
smiles, showing off his bloody teeth. Gerard sighs and walks over to Frank. 
“I’m so sorry Frankie! You were walking home from the cabin, and those hunters
got you,” he cries out, hugging Frank tightly to his chest. “This is all my
fault. If I wasn’t so weird they wouldn’t be up here and you would still be
fine.”
Now that it's done I realize the error of my ways, I must venture back to
apologize from somewhere far beyond the grave 
“Shshshshsh,” Frank coos. “It wasn’t your fault, it was their fault. They just
couldn’t understand you....us. And if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be here
now.” 
“I’m so sorry Frankie...”  
“It’s okay Gee.” They stay in a sweet embrace for a while, basking in their
love, when Gerard trails his hands down Frank’s back and onto his ass, giving
it a squeeze. 
“Oh Gee.” Frank moans. 
I gotta make up for what I’ve done, ‘cause he was up in a piece of heaven
“Mmhmm, I missed you Frankie. Even though it’s only been a week.” Gerard
continues to stroke and squeeze Frank’s ass. 
“Ah, I missed you too Gee. It’s been too long.” Their lips and tongues meet in
a battle of dominance, which Gerard wins. The winner walks forward, causing
Frank to walk backwards until they hit the small bed in the corner. Gerard
quickly spins them around so when they fall Frank is straddling him. 
They waste no time in stripping of their clothes and grinding their very hard
crotches together. 
“Oh god, Gee! I need you in me now.” Frank whimpers. 
Gerard slaps Frank’s ass and demands,“tell me how much you need it Frank.” 
“Ah! I need it soo much Gee! Please just get your fucking huge, hard cock in me
now!” 
“That’s what I like to hear.” And finally Gerard flips them over and spits into
his hand, lubing his dick up quickly. “You don’t need prepping, do you?”
“Fuck no, just get in me!”
“Ok ok, hold your horses Frankie.” Gerard giggles, but quickly thrusts into his
boyfriend. 
“YES! God yes!” Frank moans. As Gerard increases his speed, Frank’s moans
increase as well. With every thrust he moans like a whore, and that’s just how
Gerard loves it. 
He was never this good in bed even when he was sleeping, now he’s just so
perfect I’ve never been quite so fucking deep in him .
“God Frank, I love you.”
“Ah! I love you too.”  
“Did you get tighter?”
“Did you get bigger?” Frank jokes back, then gets serious. “I’m-I’m g-gonna-” 
He doesn’t finish his sentence before he’s coming all over his and Gerard’s
stomachs. 
“F-Frank...I-I’m gonna-OH!” And then Gerard comes inside of Frank, falling limp
on the other’s chest. 
“I love you Frank Anthony Iero.” Gerard pants.
“I love you too Gerard Arthur Way.” 
 “Stay here with me? In my little piece of heaven?” Gerard asks, hugging Frank
to his chest after pulling out. 
 “Of course Gerard.” 
We're coming back, coming back
We'll live forever, live forever
Let's have a wedding, have a wedding
Let's start the killing, start the killing
"Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?"
"Yes, I do"
"Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?"
"I do"
"I now pronounce you"
'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it's not your time
But bye, bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it's over but it's just begun
But baby don't cry
You had my heart, at least for the most part
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime,
We fell apart, let's make a new start
'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime, yeah yeah
But baby don't cry
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