"And don't you ever fucking speak out of line again!" Tom yelled at Gerard, throwing him down the basement stairs. Mikey ran to him & hugged him as he growled & glared at the locked door. "Gee, its almost over, just one more year." Mikey whispered to him. Gerard brought Mikey into his arms before kissing him forcefully. He kissed back with the same amount of force, knowing that's what he needed, control. Gee crawled on top of Mikey after pulling him under the stairs. They knew their father wouldn't come back, but they went under the stairs just in case. Luckily the basement was soundproofed after their father decided locking them down there was proper punishment. Mikey moaned as Gerard bit his neck roughly, trailing his hands underneath the older male's shirt, his stubby nails digging into his shoulder blades. Gerard wasted no time undressing Mikey, nor himself. Soon the older male was sliding into the younger male, slowly before thrusting in & out, causing him to moan out his name & scream in pleasure, tossing his head back. Geard always took control of Mikey, he always made him feel better, he's always taken care of Mikey, even when he used him. After they cleaned up their father came in & placed bowls of his & their mom's leftovers, as usual, it wasn't much. They glared at him & he glared back, the hatred palpable. "By the way, you two fags might want to make sure you're hidden better." he smirked, having a new reason to beat them up. Mikey felt himself go pale, their father laughing in their faces. "You know what? Fuck. You. Dad!" Gerard sneered, getting in his face. "You've been beating Mikey & I for years without a reason!" He shouted, getting out all his frustration, punching him in the face before grabbing Mikey's wrist & running up the basement stairs, locking him in there. He stole the keys off of the kitchen table, their mom tending to the garden in the back yard. Its as if she forgot she even birthed two children. Gerard led Mikey out to the car with him. He started to drive, no speific direction, just speeding. Soon they found themselves in Canada, driving in a dark, quiet neighborhood, a small guy stopping them. "Could you two use some help? You've driven past this street a few times." he asked with a smile, a lip ring resting on his lips. Gerard studied him for a long time, as did Mikey, eventually giving in & letting him in the car. "The name's Frank Iero." he said.

Notes

Hi all. This is my first MCR fic. The theme kind of taken from "The Boy Called It". If you have any ideas, corrections, or would like to co-write, comment or message me. I hope you all like this story.