Disclaimer: This is fake. Never happened. Don't sue. Just something that popped into my sick twisted little mind.

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"I can't handle this anymore!" he thought to himself. Tears stinging his eyes he lowered the knife down to his wrist. "I can do this."

"Gerard?" a voice from behind asked. Gerard Way's head shot up at the sound of his voice. The voice of the man who started this. He was to blame for all of it.

"Y- yes Bert?" Gerard stuttered, turning away as to keep the knife out of view. This movement caught Bert's attention.

"What, what is that in your hand?" He walked closer to his friend. Gerard looked down and glared.

"Nothing, go away. This is my room," he snapped. Bert grabbed Gerard's shoulder and spun him around. His eyes widened when he saw what he was holding. Suddenly, they filled with rage.

"What the fuck were you gonna do with that?!?!" Demanded Bert. Gerard sat unsure of what to say to his outraged friend. His friend. "That's all he is and that's all he will ever be," he told himself.

"Nothing you need to worry about. Go away." Not being a good enough answer for Bert, he stole the knife away from his hand and pointed it at him.

"Don't give me that shit. You were gonna try and kill yourself, weren't you? I swear to fucking god Gerard, if you were you will not leave my sight until you tell me why!"

"This wasn't like Bert. The normal Bert was a care-free, lets fuck around and do stupid shit kinda guy. Not an act like my mother would act if I just broke her bay window...again guy." It took Gerard a moment to figure out whether or not to tell him he was in fact attempting to kill himself. But he couldn't possibly tell him why. That would make things ten times worse.

"FINE! Yes I was gonna try and kill myself. Happy now?" Bert's eyes softened as he sat down next to Gerard on the bed.

"Why?"

"Nope, no way am I gonna give in and tell him. It's hard enough to explain myself to him when I'm not trying to kill myself but now..." Gerard trailed off in his mind. When he responded, tears filled his eyes.

"Bert...I- just hug me" He wrapped his arms around the younger man and cried into his neck. Taken back for a moment Bert hugged him back.

When he finally stopped sobbing, he asked Bert "You really wanna know why I was trying to...do that?"

"Yeah, dude I'm your best friend I wanna know what's wrong."

"Best friend..."

"That's exactly it. I don't wanna just be best friends. I wanna be more. I- I'm in love with you Bert. I've been in love with you ever since we first met. And I wanna be with you for the rest of my life. You-" But Gerard was cut off by Bert's mouth devouring his. He wasted no time in shoving his tongue in the older man's mouth. The two made out for a little while before Bert pulled away.

Catching his breath, he whispered in Gerard's ear. "Love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife." The younger man said, reciting a line from one of his songs. This confused Gerard for a second but then his eyes lowered and he felt really stupid. Sighing, Bert placed his index finger under Gerard's chin and lifted his face so he was looking at him.

"I love you too."

"Really? I mean more then just a friend?"

Bert nodded. "I couldn't tell you. There's no way I was gonna fuck up our friendship." Gerard smiled a little and replied.

"Kiss me?" Bert laughed and covered Gerard's mouth with his. Slowly, Gerard felt hands running up and down his chest. The hands started lifting up his shirt as they broke the kiss. After that, Gerard did the same thing to Bert. Not being able to help himself Bert let his eyes wander down Gerard's body and they stopped at his bat belt buckle.

"I think we should get those off, don't you?" he asked. Gerard's hands flew down to his belt and he quickly removed it. Bert smiled as he eyed his prize. Gerard followed his gaze and shook his head. He pushed Bert backwards so he was lying on the bed and climbed on top of him. Both of the men's excitement showed bluntly through there clothing (or what was left of it). Although he wasn't really a vampire, Gerard could help himself from attacking the boy's neck.

"Bert, are you sure you wanna...?" He trailed off, still nibbling on Bert's neck. Bert laughed from the question and from the feeling he was getting from Gerard's teeth on his neck.

"Am I sure I wanna fuck? No, I always undress men and then tell them sorry I don't wanna have sex," he said, sarcastically. Gerard stopped what he was doing with Bert's neck and smiled at him.

"I love you. I'll always love you."

"Same here Gee. I love you too. And if you ever try and kill yourself again I will make it my responsibility to thoroughly kick your ass. But I would do it in a caring, loving way of course," Bert assured.

Gerard kissed him before saying, "I won't, I promise. I have all I could ever want now. There's no way I'm gonna lose it now."