Kiss The Ring

Power corrupts.
Not that everyone doesn’t know that. Nor that some people go looking for power for that very reason. The trick to it is to maintain that power, that control, until you have everything you want without losing your life or your reason.
Frank Iero knew this and knew how to do it. That was why he was sitting in a large office surrounding by works of art, money and people to satisfy his every whim and desire. Fear played a part too, a healthy level of respect both from legitimate people and the other sort. People didn’t fuck with Frank. Not if they liked breathing anyway, not if they had families who could go missing only to reappear in a ditch somewhere.
None of it could be linked back to him directly of course. He had people to do that for him, the sort of people who did what they were told and didn’t ask questions. He let Ray handle that, he could trust Ray. Instead Frank put up the front, was seen in the right places, with the right people. There might be rumours, innuendos from pressmen with more passion than sense but that was all it was. Nothing would stick.
Tonight had been one of those nights. A fund raising campaign for the Republican contender for the presidency. Looked like he would get it too. Gerard Way was the dream politician. He was beautiful, dark haired and with a killer smile. The female voters just loved him while the male voters admired his tough stance on foreign policy, his demand that the US play its international role to the hilt. Opinion poles put him miles ahead which was just how Frank wanted it.
More precisely Frank wanted the military contracts that would come to him with his boy in office. Big fat deals that would make his Russian and Chinese friends really happy and Frank a hell of a lot fucking richer. That rich in fact that the money he was fronting now would be peanuts in comparison. It was working out like a dream so far.
The great and the good had sure sucked it right up tonight. Gerard had charmed them, they had fawned over him. Political heavyweights, film stars, didn’t matter who and it gonna be all over the papers by the morning. Frank would be there too with his wife Linda, beaming to the cameras, the great and benign businessman supporting the country’s saviour.
“Pour me a drink babe and ask Ray to join us.”
Linda threw her expensive silk wrap onto the couch and poured them both stiff shots before sending Ray a text. She perched on the edge of his desk with a tired smile, cradling the whiskey.
“He did well.”
Frank smiled.
“Course he did. Gee’s extremely good at doing what he’s told as you know.”
The door opened and Ray appeared, smiling at them both.
“How’d it go ?”
“They’re eating out of his hand. Anything I need to know about ?”
Ray sat down at the desk and leant back. No one knew Frank as well as Ray. There were no secrets between them. Ray knew about the ménage a trios with Gerard, he knew about all the plots, deals and extortions the family was involved in and he controlled them all. For all that he was the man Frank trusted.
“One little problem we need to make go away. Bert and Jepha.”
Frank rolled his eyes at Linda.
“Fucking little pieces of shit. What now ?”
“Tried creaming the top of that last Russian deal. Now holed up downtown thinking they fucking got away with it.”
The ice cold rage on Frank’s face was frightening. He was still only young, his features boyish and charming most of the time but grown men pissed themselves when faced with his anger. Even Ray and Linda tried to avoid it.
“Get Mikey and James to take care of it. Slowly and painfully. Make the fucks wish they had never been born. Get em here tonight so I can make my wishes clear.”
Ray nodded, making a note.
“Anything else ?”
“No, all going good on that shipment from the Ukraine. Bribe had to go up but nothing we weren’t prepared for.”
“Thanks Ray. Go home after, you look tired.”
“Sure boss, you too.”
Frank smiled and pulled his wife onto his lap.
“After I’ve seen the boys. Go find Gee for me babe.”
Linda rolled her eyes causing him to smirk. Frank was the only one who got to order her around. Very few other people dared seeing as she had a hand in running things and wasn’t averse to making people who forgot it disappear. He watched her leave with Ray.
Settling back in his chair Frank spend the next hour planning his next move. It was still a year till the election, things were on track but care must be taken. If the press ever got wind of the real nature of his relationship with Gerard the whole thing would be over. A smile crossed his face at the thought of their faces if they knew.
It continued into reliving his fun with the boy. Such a good little bitch, prepared to do whatever Frank desired, sexually and professionally. His hand fell to his lap, maybe the three of them could have some fun tonight, relieve some of the stress they had been under. Still first there was some slightly more unpleasant business to attend to.
Mikey and James arrived promptly. It always amazed Frank that Mikey and Gerard were brothers. The younger Way had nothing of the elders suave appeal. He was most certainly handsome, pretty almost but there was a coldness to him. A ruthlessness that was bourn out by his occupation and methods. James was the same, cute but nasty. Both were just about the best hitmen on Frank’s payroll. He passed them two photos.
“I need these two to die. Tonight. I want it done right, make sure everyone knows what will happen if they fuck with me.”
James lifted an eyebrow.
“Normal rate ?”
“Do it right and you get double. Both of you.”
Mikey nodded, casting a wry smile at his partner.
“You got yourself a deal. Always a pleasure boss.”
Gerard appeared at the door, concern on his face at the sight of his brother. The elder Way was definitely a lover not a fighter although they were close.
“Hi bro, we were just leaving.”
“Mikey, hi James.”
There was an exchange of hugs before the door closed again. Frank stared at Gee before motioning with his hand.
“Come here baby.”
Gerard smiled, always grateful when Frank was pleased with him. He went and knelt beside the chair, resting his head in Frank’s lap. Frank stroked his hair before Gee kissed the ring on his right hand.
“I did good, right ?”
“You did good. Just stick to the plan.”
“Gerard nodded enthusiastically. He adored Frank, nothing was more important than what Frank wanted. He liked politics sure but without his Frankie running for high office would never have entered his head. But what Frank wanted, Frank got.
He sighed as Frank’s hand slid lower, caressing the side of his neck.
“Go upstairs bitch. You better be stripped and on the bed when I get there.”
A shiver went through Gerard.
“Yes master.”
Frank watched him go. Let the fun begin.

Notes

Fun fic I wrote for some friends, keep meaning to write a sequel. Please enjoy <3