What's wrong with Way?...(edited)

The storm had passed over now, just a light drizzle remained as Mikey pulled on his sneakers and slipped out the front door.

If Ray or Bob had been in town, he'd be going to see them right now. But they weren't. They were still at Bear Mountain and would be for another 4 days, maybe even 5.

Trudging down the wet sidewalk, he tried to think of anything but those two sluts, and their moans that he still couldn't get out of his head.

He hadn't meant to watch, but seeing his Frankie like that, all sweaty and hot, panting like a little whore, he just couldn't help himself. He'd always thought Frank would be a bottom, that he'd one day get to slam into that tight little ass, over and over and...but no...Frank topped!

Mikey would just have to change his mind on that.

Reaching his destination, Mikey looked up at the big red house. This situation needed dealing with, and he need help. Marching up to the door, he rang the bell and waited. After what felt like hours.

"Hello?"

Came a quiet voice from behind the still locked door.

"Uh...hello Mrs Sanders, is Matthew home?"

Mikey heard the chain rattle, and the door opened, just a bit.

"He's out..."

The small, dark haired woman replied.

"He's working at the bookshop on the corner. Who are you?"

Mikey offered his most charming smile.

"Oh, I'm Mikey. My brother used to go to school with your son."

"Really?..."

She didn't sound too convinced.

"I never heard him mention a Mikey."

Mikey struggled to keep the smile in place.

"Oh yes. But I haven't seen him in a while..."

He explained.

"Well, I guess I'll go find him then. Nice to meet you ma'am."

Then he turned and walked away. It only took about ten minutes for Mikey to reach the comic-book store on the corner of Main and Mill streets, then he pushed the door open with a slight creak and a tiny tinkle of the little bell overhead, before stepping in from the rain.

"Hi, can I help y...oh, it's you. What's up Mikes?"

The tall muscled man said as he glanced up from the Batman comic he was reading, behind the counter with his feet up.

"Hey Shadows..."

Mikey began nervously.

"I kinda need your help."

The older man peered at Mikey, with one eyebrow raised quizzically.

"Oh yeah?...and why should I help you?"

Mikey grinned, wickedly.

"Cause if you do...you get my brother."

Matthew Sanders, more commonly known around the neighbourhood as M Shadows, or just Shadows, considered the skinny boy's proposal and decided that he rather liked the idea. An evil smirk spreading across his face, Shadows stuck out his hand toward the younger boy.

"Deal!"

~time passes~

"So, you'll be at mine about 4?"

Mikey confirmed. Shadows nodded.

"You take care of that Frankie kid, keep him out the way, and I'll get Gerard out of your hair...for good."

The grin on his face reminded Mikey of Jeff the Killer, and an icy shiver ran through his body. He wasn't entirely sure what Shadow's intentions were toward his brother, but he was pretty certain that Gerard wouldn't like it. Mikey however just couldn't find it in himself to care.

Leaving the comic-book shop and heading back toward the house to make preparations, Mikey knew that he should be worried about what would happen to his big brother, and a couple weeks ago he would've...but now, not so much.

Gerard was in his way, an inconvenience that Shadows was going to deal with, and Mikey would get what he wanted...he'd get Frank.

Mikey intentionally didn't think about Bob or Ray now, cause he knew they would only try to stop him if they were here...good thing they weren't.

A part of Mikey's brain knew that what he was planning was wrong...knew that even if everything went to plan, there was no way that Frank would be with him willingly. Oh well...guess he'd just have to make him then.

Unlocking the front door and stepping inside, he knew right away that mom and dad weren't home...excellent!

Frank and Gerard were curled up together on the sofa, watching an old black and white horror movie. Gerard had his face buried in the younger boy's neck as the psycho on the screen crept up on his unsuspecting victim, and Mikey had to stifle a laugh cause Gerard always used to be the brave one when it came to this shit...Mikey always hid in his shoulder when the scary bits came on. Oh how times change. This was gonna be even easier than he'd thought.

Gerard had never really been a fighter. In high school he'd been a punching bag for virtually every kid there, but since he went off to college, he seemed to have toughened up a bit, wouldn't take that crap anymore...until now.

Mikey still kinda wanted to know what had happened to make the happy, confident, strong brother he'd seen 8 months ago, turn into the quivering wreck he was now, but then, knowing that wouldn't change anything, and the way he was now would just make his and Shadow's plan that much easier to carry out.

Leaving the two "lovebirds"...*gag*...to watch their crappy movie, Mikey headed upstairs to get ready.

He had two hours til Shadows was due to arrive, and that gave him plenty of time to prepare.

Pulling off his soggy t-shirt and jeans, Mikey headed into the bathroom to take a shower. As the water heated up, he went over the plan in his head...

He would get dressed, then go down and play nice. He would "apologise" for the things he'd said and done...then when he got the text from Shadows, signalling that he was leaving work, Mikey would ask Frank if he could speak to him in private, upstairs.

Next came the dodgy part. He'd have to keep Frank upstairs long enough for Shadows to do his part.

Mikey just hoped his acting skills were up to scratch, else the whole thing could fall apart in a second. If this worked right, by the time Frank and he returned downstairs, Gerard would be gone leaving only a note (that Mikey had written, in a fairly good approximation of Gerard's writing, and left with Shadows), and an empty sofa.

Sure, Frank would be heartbroken that Gerard had left without saying goodbye...not that he could of course...but that would just mean that Mikey would have to comfort him...and who knew what that could lead to.

Stepping under the hot spray, Mikey pictured getting Frank in there with him next time...God, he hoped their plan worked right.

"F-Frankie?..."

Gerard whimpered against the younger boy's neck.

"Can we w-watch s-something else?...pl-please?"

Frank grinned wide. It seemed that once the floodgates opened, there was no closing them again. Gerard had reclaimed his voice and Frank couldn't be happier.

"Sure baby..."

He cooed, stroking Gerard's soft red hair.

"What do you wanna watch?"

Gerard sniffed.

"Anyth-ing but th-this."

Frank chuckled as he picked up the remote and started channel-surfing. There wasn't much on at 3 in the afternoon on a Wednesday, but he'd find something. After a few minutes, he put the remote back down.

"This ok baby?"

Gerard opened his eyes, that had been closed ever since the creepy girl in the movie had eaten that boy's face off, and looked hesitantly at the TV screen. Eyebrows shooting up, Gerard turned to look at Frank.

"S-seriously?"

He stuttered. Frank couldn't keep his straight face and collapsed in a fit of giggles.

"Well..."

He laughed, finding it hard to get his words out.

"You wanted something different."

Frank would've fallen off the sofa from laughing so hard, if a slightly miffed Gerard hadn't still been tucked up into his side at the time. Gerard poked Frank in the ribs and pouted like a grumpy two year old.

"Not th-that different, F-Frankie."

He moaned, glancing at the TV only to see what he'd seen before...the fucking CARE BEAR MOVIE!...like...what the fuck?!

Gerard rolled his eyes and grabbed blindly for the remote on the table next to the couch...it wasn't there. Looking over to where he knew Frank had put it, Gerard realised they were no longer alone. Standing a few feet away, TV remote in one hand, the other planted on a skinny hip and one dark eyebrow raised in amusement...was Mikey. Suddenly Gerard didn't feel very well. Not very well at all.

Gerard buried his face in Frank's chest and trembled with fear. Why couldn't Mikey just leave them alone? Frank looked up at his former best friend and frowned.

"What do you want, Mikey?"

He said, flatly. Mikey sighed deeply and moved to sit himself on the big coffee table in front of the couch...the one Gerard had hit his head on. God, Mikey loved that table.

"Look..."

He murmured, quietly.

"I came to say I'm sorry. I've been an asshole, and I just want us to be ok again..."

He fiddled his fingers together and stared at the ground.

"Can you forgive me?"

Fuck, it made him sick to the stomach begging for forgiveness from his fucking whore of a brother...but if that and a fake apology was what it took to get close to Frank again, and to get his plan underway, then that's what he'd do.

Frank studied Mikey's face. He seemed genuine enough, but the way he'd been before...he'd been just so vicious and brutal, so how could he have changed his mind so quickly? Was this real...or was it just a trick?

Gerard was still hiding against the younger boy's body, curled up in his lap, shaking as he tried to hold back frightened tears but he heard his brother's words, and they just confused him more. He didn't want to believe that Mikey hated him, but the evidence at this point was pretty damning.

Mikey waited. He knew they were both trying to decide whether to trust him or not, and he wasn't quite sure how to reassure them on that, but he'd give it a go.

"Guys please?...I'm really really sorry for being a dick. I guess I got mad cause I've had this crush on you for so long, Frankie...and the minute I find the courage to let you know, is the minute you fall for my brother. I got jealous...but I can see how much you care for each other..."

He couldn't bring himself to say love.

"...and how happy you are together and I want you to know...that I'm ok with it..."

He offered them his brightest smile, though Gerard was still hiding and didn't see it.

"You err...you have my blessing...I guess."

He laughed slightly. He was laying it on thick, he knew that, but he was willing to bet that they wouldn't believe him otherwise.

Frank squeezed his eyes shut and took in a deep lungful of air, holding it for a minute before blowing it out noisily, then opening his eyes again and looking up at the pair of expectant eyes, shining out at him from behind slightly dorky glasses. Frank rolled his eyes and gave a small but real smile.

"Oh Mikey..."

God, Mikey loved the way Frank said his name.

"If only you'd told me sooner. But I am with Gee now, and he does make me happy, and calm...and he makes me feel normal. Not like the freaky kid who runs around then falls asleep all the time..."

Frank stroked Gerard's red hair from his face, trying to get him to show himself but the older boy just burrowed deeper and whimpered slightly. Frank sighed and Mikey fought the urge to kick Gerard's head in.

"I do love you Mikey...but like a brother, nothing more..."

Fuck that hurt!

"...and I'm in love, with Gerard."

Gerard's fingers tightened on Frank's shirt and the younger boy knew he'd heard him. Mikey wanted to kill Gerard, then drag Frank upstairs, tie him to the bed and fuck him till he couldn't even remember Gerard's stupid pretty face...instead...

"I understand, and as long as you're happy, then I guess I am too..."

He smiled at Frank, hoping it didn't look as false as it felt.

"So, we're not really gonna watch the Care Bears Movie, are we?"

He giggled...after all, that was kinda funny. Frank grinned.

"Well, if you can find something better..."

He indicated the remote control that Mikey had placed beside him when he sat on the table. Mikey picked it up then moved to sit on the sofa next to Frank...well aware that Gerard tensed when he sat down, but pretending he hadn't noticed and grinning back at the boy he couldn't wait to get stripped naked and screaming his name.

"Challenge accepted...my friend."

He watched Frank's face for any sign that this was too much, but he didn't see it, so turned back to the TV and started looking for something decent to watch. After a few minutes, Mikey had discovered an old episode of The A-Team and they'd settled into a semi-comfortable silence. He wasn't watching the show though...he was just thinking- Well, that went better than expected. Part 1 of the plan was complete, next should come the text from Shadows, and he'd have to get Frank to go upstairs with him...then the fun would really begin.

After they'd finished watching the A-Team and started on an episode of Baywatch, (don't judge! there were some cute guys in shorts on that show) Mikey's phone buzzed in his pocket and he mentioned that he had something he wanted to show Frank upstairs in his room, and asked if he'd go with him when the commercials came on. Gerard clung that little bit tighter to Frank's top. He still wasn't sure he trusted his brother's sudden u-turn, and didn't want Mikey to take his Frankie away.

Frank placed a soft kiss to Gerard's red hair, correctly guessing why he was panicking and assured him that everything would be fine. Gerard wasn't really convinced, but seeing as he couldn't seem to speak with Mikey there, there wasn't much he could do about it.

Mikey took his phone out and surreptitiously looked at the text he'd received.

From: Shadows.

To: MikeyMouse...

Just left work. Be there in ten.

Mikey typed a quick reply.

From: MikeyMouse.

To: Shadows...

Back door's open, good luck.

Mikey grinned to himself. Step 2 was complete. Next step, get Frank away from Gerard, and he'd already agreed to go with him so it was all good. The plan was working well.

When the program went to break, Mikey turned to his friend with a happy if slightly creepy smile.

"Come on then..."

He said, jumping up from his seat and startling his brother. Bonus!

"This won't take long."

Frank sighed.

"Ok, ok. I'm coming."

Carefully removing Gerard's hands from their death-grip on his hoodie, a small whimper escaping the older boy's lips, Frank kissed his boyfriend's lips for a moment, then pushed himself to his feet and followed Mikey out of the room.

Gerard curled into himself on the sofa, pulling a cushion into his arms and hugging it to his chest. He was trying to stay calm, trying to keep his breathing slow and steady, but he could feel his heart racing in his chest and he knew he was headed toward a panic attack. He hated this. He needed his Frankie.

With blood pounding in his ears and his eyes squeezed shut, Gerard didn't see or hear when the tall tattooed man walked into the room from the kitchen. He wasn't aware of Shadows' presence until a strong inked hand clamped roughly over his mouth and another jammed a syringe needle into the side of Gerard's neck, pressing the plunger in quickly.

Gerard's eyes flew open in terror and he thrashed uselessly for a few seconds before darkness swept over his vision and his body went limp.

Shadows chuckled darkly. That was just too easy. Capping the syringe and returning it to his pocket, Matt Sanders picked the unconscious red-head up, hoisted him over his shoulder and after dropping the note that Mikey had written onto the coffee table, made his way quickly and quietly out the back door and to his car that sat in the alley-way running along behind the Way's home.

It had gone as smooth as silk and now, he had him. Wasn't life grand?

A few minutes later, Mikey received another text.

From: Shadows.

To: MikeyMouse...

It's done. Have fun. I know I will.

Mikey grinned...oh, he'd have fun alright...whether Frank liked it or not.

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