***Gerard***

”There were a few lacerations, but I treated them. Take the antibiotic I prescribed and you should be alright.”

Gerard watched as the doctor threw his rubber gloves away in the trash. They landed on top of the other paraphernalia dotted with drops of blood that were used on and inside Gerard. He shuddered at the thought. Gerard got dressed again while the doctor wrote out the script for him.

”Did you get a semen sample?”

”I did, I will have it sent to the crime lab for you.”

”Thank you Doctor Armstrong.”

”Did you know the man who did this?”

Gerard just nodded his head and left the office. He headed down to the squad room where Ray was waiting for him.

”Everything alright Way?”

”Yeah, I think so. Do you know where Frank went?”

”As far as we know he went back to the dorms.”

Gerard left the office with Ray following him. They drove to the academy, and Gerard made his way to the dorms that Frank was staying in. He knocked on the door and was greeted by his roommate, who had tears in his eyes. Ray knelt down to talk to the boy while Gerard went in the room. He looked over to Frank’s side of the room and saw all the things that a teenage boy would have. Posters, CD’s, even a stash of porn. It was then that he saw the note on the dresser next to the magazines. It was tear stained. Gerard picked it up.

”Sorry Pete, I should have never come back. I am just putting us all in danger. It is better that I leave. Love Frankie”

”Toro, he’s gone.”

***Frank***

Frank sat alone on a bench in the park. He knew he did the right thing running away from the academy, again. No one was safe around him anymore. His life would no longer be his, it now belonged to the demon. A sound caught his attention.

”Come on baby, no one is going to see us here.”

”I don’t know Brendon, I think we're too exposed here.”

”We're in the bushes where no one can see us, now stop worrying and come here.”

Ryan’s next concern was muffled by Brendon pressing their lips together. From all angles they were hidden, but not from where Frank was sitting. He knew that they would not see him though from their position in the bushes. He listened to Ryan moan and Brendon moved from his lips to his neck. He could hear him sucking on the delicate skin, and he figured that Ryan would have a decent bruise after tonight.

”Jesus Ryan, why do you have to wear such tight fucking pants? I can’t get my hand in there!”

”I thought you liked these pants?”

”Yeah I do, crumbled up on my bedroom floor.”

Ryan was about to protest, but Brendon pushed him down and Frank heard the sound of rustling cloth as they were removed.

”Much better. God Ryan, you are so beautiful.”

”Brendon…”

The next sound Frank heard was the sound of Brendon going down on Ryan. The sloppy sounds coming from his mouth were moist and wet. Ryan had given up being quiet and was moaning with abandon into the night. Frank started to shiver and feel that prickle on his back. The demon was getting restless. It was getting turned on by the men in the bushes and Frank knew that it would mean trouble.

”Please no, stay inside, don’t come out.”

Frank got up quickly and moved away from the spectacle of Ryan and Brendon and headed into the public restroom. He quickly ran into a stall where he leaned against the door, still willing the demon to stay on his back.

”Please no, I will please you. I will give myself to you, just stay inside.”

Frank opened up his pants and pushed his hand in, circling his cock. He jerked off for the demon trying to appease it. He swirled the pre-cum on his fingers and used it to lubricate his finger. He slid to the floor and pushed the finger into his ass. He groaned at the intrusion and searched out his prostate. He pressed upon it and muffled a cry by biting his lips as he fisted himself faster. He banged his head back against the door and tilted it upwards. His eyes cracked open and met with the smirk of a man looking down on him. Frank gasped and let go of his cock.

”Oh no honey, don’t stop now, the show was just getting good".

The man pushed the door open and Frank cursed himself that he did not lock it in his haste. He pushed Frank against the wall and brandished a knife.

”Now let’s see where you left off.”

He held the knife to Frank’s throat and grabbed his cock in the other hand. He started to quickly manipulate it, making Frank hitch his breath. Frank whimpered and tried to push the guy away. The man pressed the knife into his throat, and Frank felt a trickle of blood mix with his tears.

”Now you’re gonna turn around and let me get a piece of that sweet ass of yours.”

”No, please don’t.”

”Bitch I said turn around!”

The man flipped Frank around and smashed his face into the wall. Frank gritted his teeth as the man ripped his shirt off.

”What the fuck is that!?”

Frank could feel the guy staring at his tattoo of the demon.

”Get out! Leave before something happens!”

The man pulled his hair and traced a finger down Frank’s spine.

"Man, I get to fuck a virgin and have an awesome view at the same time. Bend over bitch!”

Frank felt his pants and underwear being pulled down and he tried to struggle. The knife appeared in his sight again.

”Try that trick again and I will cut your cock off! I don’t need it to get off, so it would not be missed!”

Frank stopped struggling as he felt the man spread his cheeks and nudge against his opening with the head of his cock.

”Sorry doll, no lube, but you can take it right?”

Frank began to cry out as the cock started to push and penetrate him. Just before the guy made any headway the demon rose from the tattoo in a cloud of green smoke. Frank was still pushed against the wall, and he listened to the man scream as the demon flay him. He felt the blood splash on his face and back. In a matter of minutes it was all over. Frank gathered up his clothes and took off into the night.

***Gerard***

"Detective, we have to get him to the hospital! He has lost a lot of blood!”

”Just give me a name! Who did this to you?”

”Demon b-b-boy.”

Gerard watched as the man fainted and the paramedics pushed past him to load him into the ambulance. Gerard walked back over to Ray. He shook his head and sighed.

”He said it was some kind of demon.”

”What?! Fucking nut jobs!”

Gerard knew that he was telling truth though. They had found a knife and from the scene it seemed like the guy was there up to no good anyway. It was poetic justice that he had gotten his cock sliced off with his own weapon. Gerard looked out the bathroom window seeing the moon shine brightly. He wondered where Frank was at that moment and if he was safe.

***Frank***

Frank floated naked in the school pool. He had climbed the fence and jumped in to wash the blood and the memory off. He was floating along with his thoughts when he saw a man standing on the edge of the pool. He was holding his clothes in one hand, and a knife in the other.

”Get out of the water and let’s go. No noise or I will kill you where you are.”

Frank obeyed and climbed out of the pool. The man reached out for him and slammed a cloth over his nose and mouth. Frank went limp in his arms.

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Frank woke up with his hands suspended above his head. His legs were tethered to the floor spread eagle. The man from the pool was standing in front of him looking at him.

”Take a fucking picture, it will last longer.”

”Oh I intend to, namely the picture of the demon on your back.”

The man moved behind Frank and suddenly he was bathed in a blinding light. The man had a spotlight on his back, shining right on his tattoo.

”Ah, a Horoni masterpiece. Beautiful like all his creations. Yours will make an interesting addition to my collection, however I cannot collect it until you show me the demon.”

”What?”

The man came around in front of Frank again and grabbed his face and squeezed it. Frank let out a yelp.

”Don’t play stupid with me you little shit! Now make the demon come out!”

”No, I will never show you my demon!”

The guy backhanded Frank and then grabbed his cock.

”If you won’t make your demon come out, then I will”

The man sank to his knees and swallowed Frank to the base. Frank groaned out as he pulled off and sucked the head into his mouth. He nibbled and licked at it and Frank began to shake in his bonds. The man bobbed up and down a few more times and then took over with his hand, the shaft now slippery with his spit and pre-cum leaking out of the slit. He stood up in front of Frank and crushed their mouths together. Their tongues fighting for dominance and the guy thought he had the upper hand when Frank bit down hard on the tip. The guy let him go and grabbed his mouth. Blood dripped from his lips. He looked at Frank with hate and malice.

”I will never let you make me feel good with your touch.”

”We’ll see about that.”

The man punched Frank in the face and once again Frank was knocked into darkness.

***Gerard***

”How are you feeling?”

”I am better, but what about you?”

Gerard looked down at his friend Gabe, who was still in a wheel chair from the attack at the church. He had known Gabe for years and was still surprised he chose to become a man of the cloth. Gerard had confided in Gabe about the rape by the demon. Gabe listened with no judgment and then told him about the demon’s eyes that he saw on the boy.

”You feel responsible for him don’t you?”

”He just reminds me of me and what I went through.”

”That was a different circumstance though.”

Gerard closes his eyes and he can still see the sparely furnished room that he spent months in. He felt his wrist for the phantom shackle around it.

”Yes, but I know what he is going through. It changes you. If that had never happened to me, I would have never become a detective.”

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”Yeah, watta ya want?”

”I need to ask you some questions sir.”

Gerard lifts his badge and shows it to the guy. The guy slams the door in his face and Gerard can hear him running through the house. He heads to the backyard where he knows he will come out and where his partner is waiting for him. Sure enough, he gets back there and Ray is sitting on the suspect and putting cuffs on him.

”Alright, alright, you got me, I'll tell you where my drug stash is.”

”Drug stash?”

”No sir, we could care less about the drugs. We want to talk to you about your involvement with the man known as the skinner.”

***Frank***

Frank groans when he wakes up. His hands are still suspended above his head, but his legs are now free. He looks around and gasps.

”Beautiful aren’t they?”

The man is standing in front of him in his boxers and a button down shirt caressing one of the many canvases. Each canvas has a piece of tanned flesh on it with a tattoo emblazoned upon the hide.

”You’re the one. The Skinner.”

”Yup doll I am, and soon I am going to add your masterpiece to this collection.”

”If you like tattoos so much, why don’t you get one of your own!?”

”Oh, but I have one already.”

Frank watched him take off his shirt and reveal a brightly colored angel on his back.

”It’s not finished.”

”No it’s not and it never will be. Horoni tried, but my body rejected it. Since I could not be one of his masterpieces I decided to learn his technique instead. He refused to teach me so I hunted down each one of his creations so that I could study them and learn from them."

”You‘re a madman!”

”Maybe, but I am a madman with an extensive collection.”

***Gerard***

”So drug stash aside, yeah yeah, we know you were holding it for a friend, what can you tell me about your friend.”

”He’s bat shit crazy!”

”We gathered that.”

Gerard let Sargent McCracken finish his questioning before he pushed the picture of Frank in front of the suspect.

”Do you know this boy? He is being stalked by your friend.”

”I keep telling you he isn’t my friend, I just happen to know the guy. Wait he’s chasing him? So he has a tattoo? Hmmm, young for one. Speaking of tattoos what about you? Would you like a nice fairy on your back? I bet you would look good with it detective.”

Sargent McCracken pushed the man back away from Gerard. Gerard pocketed the picture and looked at the guy.

”What do you know about living tattoos?”

”Way? What are you talking about?”

”Tattoos that are so perfect that they come to life?”

”Way, that is only a legend and it was paintings not tattoos.”

”So the boy sports one of those huh?” The man seems to muse to himself

”One of what?”

”A Horoni original masterpiece.”

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Ray smashes down the door on the hideout of the skinner. Gerard runs in with his gun raised. They clear the first three rooms. Then they walk down a long hall and into what should be a dining room. Instead it is a macabre gallery with pieces of skin bound to canvas on display. Gerard sees Frank hanging in the middle of the room, and runs right to him. Ray follows behind and then cries out. Gerard turns his gun back to see a knife in Ray’s stomach.

”Ray!”

The Skinner comes from behind one of the canvases naked.

”Drop the gun and do what I tell you and your partner may still live.”

”You bastard!”

The Skinner pulls the knife out and places it against Ray’s throat and presses so that a light trickle of blood shows. Gerard realizes he lost and drops the gun. The Skinner pushes Ray down and he hits the floor with a groan. The Skinner picks up the gun and points it at Gerard.

”Strip now detective, everything.”

Gerard obeys and removes his clothing completely. The Skinner then throws a collar with a long strap on the ground in front of Gerard.

”Put this on now.”

Gerard hesitates and hears the gun cock. He picks up the collar and fastens it on. He kneels in front of the man and begs.

”Please, do what you want with me, but let the boy go.”

”Oh, I can’t do that, he has something I want and as you can see I am very passionate about my hobby.”

The Skinner points to all the canvases and Gerard has to look away. The Skinner grabs the long strap on the collar and chokes Gerard forcing him higher on his knees. He brandishes his cock in his face.

”Now suck it bitch!”

Gerard pulls away, but the guy pulls on the strap and Gerard feels his air being cut off. He complies and leans forward. The Skinner shoves his whole cock into his mouth, gagging him. He keeps it there with the strap while Gerard struggles for air. At this point Frank wakes up.

”What the fuck are you doing here!?”

”Oh, he came to save you. Isn’t he doing a great job?”

The Skinner laughed darkly. He pulled Gerard off of him and threw him down.

”Lift your hips higher bitch!”

Gerard did so and made eye contact with Frank. Frank looked away disgusted, and Gerard felt tears well up in his eyes.

”Watch him boy or I will shoot him in the head!”

Gerard feels the muzzle pressed against his head and sees Frank turn back to them. Now there is something else in his eyes. Gerard was not able to process anything as the Skinner pushed roughly into him with no preparation. Gerard cried out and tried to push off of him. He felt the strap pulled again till he was high on his knees. The man then pulled Gerard till he was on his lap, his cock deep in his ass. Tears were streaming down his face now as the pain only increased as the Skinner roughly slammed into him. Frank was still looking at them, but he was trying to close his eyes. The Skinner moved the gun from the back of his head to the front of Gerard’s face.

”Don’t you dare fucking look away! Look at him! Your precious detective. He can’t even save himself. He is a slut just like all the others. Look, he is moving his hips on his own now, fucking himself on my cock. He can deep throat like a pro too, what to see?”

Gerard saw the gun moved from his cheek to his lips. He whimpered in protest and tightened his lips. It was useless though because the strap was pulled and his mouth opened when he gasped for air. His mouth was filled with the tang of metal. It was painful the way he grazed over his teeth. The Skinner pushed it to the back of his throat and Gerard had to force his muscles to relax to take it in. The Skinner began to fuck his mouth with the gun, all the while Frank was watching.

”This is why I told you to stay away from me. This is why I left again. You should have not come after me. This is all your fault.”

”Wow, he gives his life for you and this is how you repay him huh? You are the hardhearted bitch, not me boy.”

The Skinner twists the gun so that he has his finger on the trigger. Gerard has his eyes squeezed shut as he tries not to think of the cock in his ass and the gun in his mouth. He doesn’t want to die, not like this.

”So good bitch. You like your gun don’t you? Like sucking on it while I fuck you raw? You know the most beautiful moment is when a person dies. It is the ultimate gift that a human can give to another human. It is a moment of pure passion and honesty. Won’t you give that gift to me?”

The Skinner laughed and Frank’s eyes went wide and met Gerard’s as the gun was cocked.

”No!”

”Show me the moment.”

”No, please no!”

”Show me the moment when you die!”

”NO!”

The Skinner pulled the trigger and Gerard lost control and his bladder emptied. Nothing happened. The Skinner laughed as he thrust in harder and came deep inside him. Gerard slumped forward and fainted as the gun fell from his lips to the floor.

***Frank***

Frank stared in terror as the trigger was pulled and nothing happened. The bastard had removed the bullets earlier. He saw an arch of piss come out of Gerard’s cock and Gerard fainted. The Skinner kept fucking him till he came. He pushed Gerard off of him and left him in his own filth. That was all Frank could take. He felt the demon prickling on his back. The green smoke emanated from his body and before the Skinner could blink the demon was there.

”This is it, the moment I was waiting for! Horoni masterpiece alive and in front of me! Now I will take possession of it!”

The Skinner grabbed the knife and lunged at the demon. Frank heard him cry out and felt the blood spray on him. He watched the now one armed man jump out the window and run off. The arm with the knife lay twitching on the ground. Frank’s bonds were released and he crawled over to Gerard. He was covered in blood splatter as well. Frank collapsed near Gerard in exhaustion. In the distance he could hear sirens.

***Gerard***

Ray was going to be okay. By some miracle the lunatic missed any vital organs and the wound looked worse than it was. He was going to need quite a bit of time to heal, but he would make a full recovery. Gerard sat on the steps with a blanket over his shoulders. His clothing was too drenched in blood to wear. Frank was standing next to him, fully dressed. The police were coming out of the house with the canvases to hold as evidence.

”You need to leave me alone. I can’t stay with you. People get hurt when I am around. That’s why I need to go away.”

Frank turned to leave and Gerard reached out and grabbed his wrist. Frank looked down at his wrist and then at Gerard.

”Look, I don’t know how it happened or how it is even possible, but I am pregnant.”

Gerard watched as Frank’s eyes went wide. Frank sank down on the step next to him. Gerard let go of his wrist and pulled the blanket tighter around him. Frank scooted closer and put his arm around him. Gerard shivered and pressed into it.

”You have to realize that it is yours or rather yours and the demons.”

”But how is that possible?”

”I don’t know, but I have all the classic symptoms of morning sickness and as fucked up as it sounds, you’re the only one I have slept with in a long time.”

”Sorry.”

”I will go with you to find the man you seek. It is not just your problem anymore.”

Frank and Gerard sat in silence with Frank holding Gerard as they watched the ambulance with Ray in it drive off.

***Grell***

Grell watched as the Sargent waited for the train. He giggled to himself how easy this was. The platform was between the two trains so he could remain hidden. As the two trains arrived he slipped up to him.

”Hey Sargent McCracken? You’re looking for Horoni aren’t you?”

”Yes, why do you know him? Who are you?”

Grell giggled again and carefully pulled out a thin needle from his inner jacket. As the next trains came through he leaned into the Sargent and whispered into his ear.

”Leave Horoni alone.”

Before the Sargent could blink Grell jabbed the needle coated in poison into his jugular vein and then disappeared back into his hiding place before the trains left again. Sargent McCracken slumped down, dead on the platform. The needle allowing a small trickle of blood to leave the tiny wound. Grell smiled and licked his lips. He skipped up the stairs of the station and out into the beautiful day.

This Series is:

Part 3 of MCR Hentai Fan Fic

Notes

Wow, this fic is getting darker by the chapter. Not many more to go though. Although I have sprinkled around a few names here, only the main characters will be listed in the tags.

Not much more to say honestly accept this is only going to get worse before it gets better for our lovely couple folks. :(