If You Love It So Much Then Why Do You Abuse It?

"Do you blame me, Gerard?" Mikey spoke softly, sadly, wiping his sweaty, bloody forehead with an already-stained white towel. Gerard shook his head, looking up at his brother, who was sat down half in the shower with his legs out, leaning back on his palms. His legs looked a little awkward, however the position must have been comfortable to Mikey- his thighs and the tops of his knees were pressed tightly together at the sides, then they spread- a large gap separating his calves. He thought the position looked almost provocative, yet he would not say anything to his younger brother about it- now was hardly the time to make petty accusations.
"I was going to kill the fucker anyway. The fact that he started on you just marked his grave." This wasn't exactly the truth, but Gerard just wanted to assure Mikey that he hadn't done anything wrong. "Frank should be here in a few," the older man saw the younger's face light up at the mention of Frank. Mikey nodded, and stood up, using his palms to pull himself from the shower.
"I'm still covered in blood. Can you help me wash?" Mikey begged his brother with wide eyes, and a flash of an innocent smile. Gerard almost forgot that they'd just killed a man, and that Mikey was begging him to help hide the evidence just because he'd saw that smile. Why did his younger brother happen to be so cute? Gee nodded.
"I'll be with you in a few, Mikes. Strip off, I have to write down a name and a number." Mikey nodded vigorously, understanding immediately. Gerard, still sat on the toilet seat, reached for his black rucksack, unzipped it and fumbled around for his prized possession. He found it with ease, and pulled it into his lap. Gerard looked across at Mikey, who was turning the shower on, naked with the door still open. Fucking tease. Gerard's eyes trailed down from the hair at the nape of his neck, from his shoulder blades to his perfect, rounded ass. He didn't want to allow his eyes to leave that, yet he had to write down the name within fifteen minutes of killing the victim- it was a routine. He flicked open the black, leather-cased diary and opened the first page, plucking the pen from the spine and bringing it too his lips.
1. Miranda Myles.
The memories were old, yet still painful. She was his first kill three years ago, just after he'd finished high school. Gerard wanted to want to fuck a girl- yet that was hardly possible when he disliked sexual and romantic contact with any of them. He'd found Miranda- a slutty, chavvy whore, who had finished high-school at the same time as him, at one of the usual piss-ups around Dan's, one of the stoner kids, house. He made the first move, yet he didn't have to do much after that- all she wanted was a cheap fuck. As soon as they got to the guest room, it didn't feel right. She was just too curvy. She didn't have taut muscles, a bobbing Adam's apple, or a dick.
As soon as she tried removing his pants, he screamed in frustration and pushed her away. Why didn't it feel right? Why did he want a large, man's fist around him not nimble feminine fingers? She made a move on him again, trying to soothe him yet it didn't feel right. Gerard was pissed off beyond belief, and pissed off and drunk did not go well. He pushed her again. And again. And soon, he couldn't tell what was a push of self-defence or a punch, how many times he'd punched her, or how many times she'd screamed out. He left as soon as he found out she wasn't breathing, and couldn't remember the event until after he'd woken up, and it had all come flooding back.
Gerard skipped through the next few- until he got to eleven- one of the most interesting tales in the little black book of sins
11. Bruno Gray
By this time, Gerard was well used to killing and covering the evidence, yet the thrill and exhilaration of a murder still raced through his body like adrenaline. It had been a year since the Miranda incident, and he'd managed to come to terms with the fact that killing was his muse. He'd not been caught- he always knew how to hide the evidence, and besides, New Jersey was a dangerous area. An ex-schoolboy with average grades, decent qualifications and a smokers habit wasn't on the top of the list of murder suspects. He was hunting the dingy Jersey city streets for a next victim that night, yet he found they were pretty much devoid of life. Until he looked up.
Standing on the edge of a roof of a block of flats was one of the most gorgeous boys he'd ever seen. Luckily, the youth didn't see him sneak into the building, or hear him take the elevator, up to the top floor, then climb the creaking metal steps up to the roof. If he'd seen him run into the building, the youth may have thought it was an attempt to save him and he would have jumped.
Gerard got halfway across the roof before the youth turned and threatened to jump if he came any closer. Gerard laughed and grinned, taking the knife from his pocket. He told the boy to come down towards him, and that he'd kill him himself. The boy introduced himself as Bruno Gray, and told Gerard he was fifteen and desperate for any excitement. Desperate for death. Gerard carved the knife up Bruno's wrists as the youth lead in his lap. After several screams, several rough, heated, long kisses and many slashes, the boy was dead. Since Gerard wore gloves, it was easy to hide the evidence. All he needed to do was cover the knife with Bruno's bloodied fingers.
Gerard took the cartridge pen from between his swollen, bitten lips with his stained fingers and began to write.
23. Max Harper
He snapped the book shut, and tucked the pen back into the spine. He looked up to see the hotel shower door open, and his naked brother sat on the seat in the cubicle, doubled over, water streaming from his hair into the drain. Water also spewed onto the floor, which was carpeted with sprawls of bloodied towels. Gerard thrust his book back into the rucksack and zipped it up, throwing it to the other end of the bathroom. He stripped off fairly quickly- pulling the blood-stained white shirt over his head, and the black baggy jeans and plain black boxers over his legs with ease. He was naked once again, and didn't it feel good.
He looked back at Mikey, who had now changed his position. The younger brother was facing the shower wall, scrubbing at his hands to try and wash off the blood under his nails. Gerard took a deep breath and entered the cramped hotel shower, wrapping his arms around his brothers waist and placing gentle kisses on his wet skin, letting the water soak them both. Mikey's breath hitched at the sensation, and he felt Gerard's twitching, hardening cock against his bare arse cheek.
"You said so yourself, Frank wi-" Mikey was cut off by a voice whispering in his ear, nipping gently on the lobe.
"- Frank will want to join in if he see's us fucking. Fuck Mikes, I just want you to dominate me," Gerard whispered huskily, half moaning the last sentence, to his brother. He knew how worked up dirty talk got him- one minute he wouldn't be in the mood, then after Gerard's little words of filth, he'd have a full erection that would need attending to. Mikey shuddered and something inside him snapped- he wanted Frank to see Gerard pinned up against the translucent shower wall as he fucked him- he wanted pleasure after tonight's amount of stress and pain.
Mikey claimed Gerard's lips and kissed hotly, wetly to the area, before harshly turning the older man so he was pressed against the now closed shower door.
"Mmm, Mikey, we haven't fucked in ages. I want to feel your huge cock inside me, filling me up so good, Mikes!" Gerard practically mewled the last line as Mikey trailed a hand across his nipples, tweaking the sensitive buds as the younger male lapped at his neck and ground down hard onto his ass. Mikey let out a throaty moan, tilting his head back as the shower water rained down on his face. Mikey reluctantly removed his hands from Gerard sensitive nipples and pulled one of Gerard's hands- that was pressed against the shower door, supporting himself to his mouth.
"Suck," Mikey commanded. He wanted his older brother to finger himself for him. Now that would be a sight. Gerard did as he was told and as Mikey pulled back from his ass, he watched his older brother slide two fingers into himself and moan throatily.
"Mikey, fuck!" Gerard moaned as he prepared himself, curling his fingers in just the right way to hit that spot. Mikey hummed in approval, as Gerard pulled his fingers out. "I'm ready. Do it." Mikey didn't even need to be told, he was just so pent up with sexual frustration. He didn't just want to watch his brother, he wanted to fuck him too. Mikey gripped Gerard's hips and thrust all the way down to the hilt. He figured it was better this way- sharp and quick, instead of slow and painful. Gerard let out a load moan of pain and pleasure, as Mikey buried himself in his heat, getting used to feeling Gerard's tight cavern around him. He groaned at the sensation, and in approval at the little, "More," that Gerard had whimpered.
Again, Mikey did not need to be told. He pulled out, and thrust almost all the way in, loving how Gerard's body squirmed in ecstasy. They both didn't last long- the sounds of sex filled the bathroom- the sounds of the shower water running, the music of their moans, and the skin-on-skin collisions. Gerard came first- Mikey thrust continuously into his sweet spot and reached down a calloused hand to jerk his cock and massage his bollocks. That and the sensation of Mikey giving him a hickey drove him over the edge. Mikey came a second after, swearing into his shoulder, biting the skin mercilessly as he came deep inside Gerard's hole.
"Well, well, well," both boys heard a voice, as Gerard sank to the showerfloor when he was and Mikey slunk down the plastic-covered wall. "I'm impressed," Gerard looked up to see Frank outside the shower, sitting on the toilet seat. "Gerard, next time you are up for a fuck, tell me. I'd want some of that tight ass," he said, looking at their naked bodies with a strange kind of voyeuristic interest. Frank sighed, and shook his head. "And now I'm left with a raging hard-on. Mind if I join you two for round two?" Mikey grinned and stood, as Frank stripped out of his clothes. The younger way pulled the older way to his feet.
"You most certainly can."

Notes

Heya! I just wanna say that this is my first time writing actual, actual anal sex!!! *thats not a good thing* so yeah, if it ends up crappy then it ends up crappy. I also wrote this when I was half asleep- literally, my eyes are almost falling out my head right now I'm so tired! Anyway, please enjoy, requests are accepted, read safe*none of us do* and have fun! The next one will either be a frerard or a frikey, explaining about how Frank got involved in the murder scene.
Anyway... Na-night, I;m too tired to write more! Love yous all!

~ Dalena Ann Way-Iero xxxx