To The End

Frank lay face down on his bed, exhaustion fighting with a contented smile that made his face slightly dreamy and dazed. Practised fingers kneaded the knots in his neck and shoulders, massaging away weeks of tension and worry. He had been away from home too long, the business trips were taking more out of him every time and any plans he had once had of easing back and enjoying his life had receded since the Family had fractured. It was weighing on him despite his hope of somehow making things right.
“Frankie ?”
“Hmnnn ?”
“You’re frowning again. Whole point of tonight was to help you relax.”
Frank chuckled as the fingers drifted away to be replaced with kisses up the back of the neck and lips gently tugging on his earlobe. Claire liked that giggle, it had been far too long since she had heard it and too long since they had managed to have the house to themselves without work or bad memories interfering.
“Sorry sugar, just don’t fucking stop,”
He tried not to moan at the feel of her full breasts against his back, nipples lightly grazing his skin as her fingers went back to working on his shoulders until he was squirming and the tingle of desire was starting to build in his stomach. There was no sound in the house, the wind gently blowing in from the open balcony doors and he was reminded how his love for this place still remained despite the losses and pain of a life spent in constant danger.
He tried to shut it out, more often than not succeeded and yet he still saw blood at the foot of the stairs every time he went down them despite replacing every inch of carpet in the place. He still felt Gerard in this bed with him even when the only person there was his wife. Things had been changed in a way that he had never expected and despite now having no real enemies to deal with it burned worse than ever.
Claire watched his face, Frank could hide how he felt from everyone bar her and she knew that even a year on what happened had still to work its way out of his psyche. The betrayal had shaken all of them to the core and the knowledge that her husband still prayed for a miracle, for a peaceful solution, made her love and pity him more.
It would not happen.
There was no solution for the break in the family that didn’t end in Gerard’s death at either Frank’s hand or his own brother’s. Claire had watched Mikey’s lover die in front of her eyes, James’ face when he knew that death was certain still haunted her dreams. There had been no fear there, just a deep and painful knowledge that there would be no goodbye, no last chance to kiss the man he loved before it was all over. Mikey would never forgive that, in seeking to bind himself to his brother all Gerard had done was break the bond forever. The fact that his lover was the woman that pulled the trigger only made it worse.
For Frank it was more complicated. Gerard had never been the same since an assassin’s bullet had left him brain damaged and unstable. It had ended his political career and Frank had been happy to accept him into the Family but he had always known that the instability and violent outbursts of blood lust would mean keeping his formerly submissive lover on a leash. In the end Gerard had rebelled, betraying them all to kill one of his closest friends who also happened to be Frank’s pocket President Ray Toro, James had just been collateral damage. Gerard had been smarter and more ruthless than Frank had ever believed possible, using Angel to wipe out anyone that stood between him and power. Angel, who Frank had loved and very nearly destroyed on his rise to power.
Of course neither Frank, Mikey or Claire were ever meant to know what Gerard had done. He had worked it so that it would look like Angel was dead, paid off with enough money to vanish abroad and never return. Why she had ended up back in Gerard’s bed was one mystery that Frank wasn’t sure he wanted to solve. All he knew was that the increasingly bitter arguments between them all had lead Gerard to drunkenly confess, fed up with Frank denying him open power and fuelled by his increasing bouts of rage. Even Mikey had been worried, given that the younger Way was an open psychopath and usually encouraging of his brother’s need for violence, this in itself forced Frank to act and insist on treatment. Enraged, Gerard had vanished, now openly hunted by them all.
“Then stop frowning Mr Iero, I am not wasting another night watching you brood.”
Frank turned and smiled over his shoulder. She was always so beautiful in moonlight, Claire had all the confidence of a woman sure of her husband’s love. After all they had been through he trusted her more than anybody else to be by his side and keep him safe. The fact that she had an able business brain and could be as ruthless as himself when needed only made it more necessary that he never lose her.
“I thought women found the moody Italian lover attractive.”
“We do but you look better all masterful and that orgasm face you pull…”
Frank painted on a mock horrified expression, pulling his body around until she sat stride him, her hands planted on his chest and smiling. Frank ran his up her thighs and over her hips, tracing his desire for her as the shadows from the window frame cast light on her body in a grid of light and dark. He wanted her but more than that, he wanted her love for him.
“I pull the best orgasm faces, many years of practise went into those.”
Yeah, you need to stop practising them in the mirror.”
Claire giggled as he pulled his face into a decent imitation, the fact that he had started to relax made her a little happier that he could finally begin to come to terms with what had happened. She pinched his nipple, seeing the expression change to something a little more lustful as he even threw in a dramatic groan for effect.
“Now you’re just teasing me.”
His face became serious for a second, wanting to take in every inch of her and hold into these fleeting peaceful moments. He wondered in his darkest moments about whether he could pull the trigger and kill Gerard, the only times it had ever seemed possible was when there was a threat to his wife.
“It’s a husband’s duty to tease his wife as it’s your duty to fuck my brains out.”
“Really ?”
“Really.”
Claire reached down, catching both of Frank’s wrists and pulling them up and above his head. He liked the fire in her eyes, both of them knew he could overpower her if he wanted but he liked this. Her body teased him, barely touching the most aching sensitive parts as she leant down to kiss him again, harder and more urgent as the heat of skin on skin started to grow, His hips rose from the bed, trying to force her to give in and take his hard cock inside her but Claire was in no hurry to give him what he wanted.
She liked to hear him groan in frustration, the violent and dominant Mafia boss now reduced to dangerous and controlled animal that only she could control. He could and would hurt her enough to make it the most intense sexual experience of her life but she never doubted his devotion. Frank Iero was feared and respected but to his Claire he could be turned into jelly and she loved it. She teased him more and more, allowing him to rub against her wetness, to make his cock and balls drip with her but not allowing him that final completion until his temper finally broke.
“You want me to punish you huh ?”
His voice was husky with desire, a simple flick of those strong hips enough to reverse their positions so that she was pinned under him. Frank used a knee to part her legs, seeing the desire in Claire’s eyes that now matched his. She let go of his wrists, one of his hands reaching to grab her throat and squeeze a little as he entered her with a single hard thrust. She moaned his name, instantly submissive to his passion and his intent to enjoy her body. As much as Frank wanted to take his time it had been too long since he had felt this much desire to go easy on her and Claire felt her own relief that he seemed finally to be coming out of the depression that had gripped him.
Frank closed his eyes, letting go of Claire’s throat to grip one hand under her shoulder, his other thumb rubbing her sweet spot as he took her hard and fast. Her legs hooked over his hips, the angle now deeper and more penetrating to pull every inch of enjoyment from his body and all too soon the deep warmth in his stomach caused him to try and slow a little. He didn’t want to cum before her, he wanted to feel her body grip him ever tighter and hear her scream out.
Claire was panting, he knew just where to touch her and how to ensure that orgasm was never a problem to attain. Frank took some pride in his skills, he had taught her the delights of bondage and control, his considerable talent coming from years of practise with both Way brothers. She had revelled in it and did so now, letting the pleasure pour over her in deep tingling waves until she could do nothing but scream out and cum around him.
Frank snarled, a savage enjoyment crossing his face. It always made the climax so much better when he was in control of it and knew that she would enjoy his punishment at making him wait as much as she enjoyed the physical pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted and somehow now at peace with his life and the past. He was capable of nothing but listening as her heartbeat slowed and her fingers worked into his sweaty hair.
“Now I know you feel better baby.”
“I love you Claire, you always make me feel better.”
She smiled, his voice was already full of sleep and it made him sound younger than usual. Frank never looked his age, it was a talent that fooled many an enemy but never his family. They all loved him but respected the hardened man within. It made what Gerard had done even harder to comprehend.
“Love you too, now sleep. Mikey is flying in tomorrow and you know it’ll be a long day.”
He mumbled something that Claire couldn’t hear, rapidly descending into a peaceful sleep that left only Claire to watch as the moonlight grew high in the sky and then surrendered to a growing bank of clouds. She drifted into sleep to the sounds of thunder in the distance, an incoming storm that would bring the hurricane called Mikey Way back into their lives.

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