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

Frank re-read the words for the 5th time. He couldn't believe this was happening, Gerard had left and never wanted to see him again. This couldn't be real...it was a dream, right?...he was asleep and having a nightmare, right? Frank pinched himself...not a dream...fuck!

Why would Gerard do this? They were happy together...they were good for each other.

Feeling despair crash down upon him, Frank knew it wouldn't be long til his old problems would return. He could already feel the edges of exhaustion as they pulled at his devastated mind, dragging him toward unwanted sleep.

Mikey plopped down on the sofa by his side.

"I could've told you he'd do something like this..."

He murmured, quietly.

"He's always been a bit of a flake...doesn't do relationships..."

He slipped a comforting arm around Frank's shoulder.

"It was only a matter of time before he got bored and left."

But Frank didn't buy that. He knew Gerard and that wasn't him.

"No Mikey!..."

He bit out, shrugging the taller boy's arm away and jumping to his feet.

"He was happy here. We love each other, why would he just leave?...this note makes no sense."

He studied the page again. It looked like Gerard's writing, but it didn't sound like him~

Dear Frankie,



I don't want to be here anymore, so I'm going back to college. Please just forget about me, cause I'm not worth your time. Give Mikey a chance, cause I really think he loves you.



Goodbye Frankie...Gee.

No, something wasn't right, something was very wrong here and Frank was determined to find out what.

"I...I don't think he wrote this."

Frank murmured, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared intently at the paper in his hands. Mikey knew that once Frank had an idea in his head, nothing could budge it and the younger boy now believed that the letter was a fake. Oh well, guess it was plan B then.

Mikey had his own syringe tucked in his pocket, courtesy of Matt Sanders, just in case plan A failed...and now it was time to use it.

Frank didn't even see it coming and moments later he lay unconscious in Mikey's arms as he headed up the stairs to his room, thoughts of how he'd brake the boy to his will dancing wickedly through his head.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

As sound began to filter back into Gerard's consciousness, though he couldn't work out what the noises actually were, he knew instinctively that he was in serious trouble and his body's own desire for self preservation started to kick in, causing his breathing to quicken and his heart rate to increase as adrenaline flooded his system.

Peeling his eyes open just a crack, Gerard swallowed back a wave of nausea as the room seemed to spin and pitch around him, making him snap his eyes back shut. His second and third attempts to observe his surroundings were equally met with failure...but his fourth...

A shaky sob escaped his lips as he saw where he was. It appeared to be an old house and from what he could see, it was abandoned.

Gerard was laying on the floor with his hands bound tight together behind his back and his feet tied at the ankles. The floorboards were rough and hard underneath him and it didn't take him long to realise that he'd been stripped down to his boxers. Other than him, the room was empty.

There was no furniture and no one else was there but he could hear something, a buzzing noise coming from the closed door nearest his feet. Twisting around as best he could, Gerard tried to look at the door, though what use that would be with the door closed and all, he wasn't really sure, but it felt like he should be doing something.

He also noted that he hadn't been gagged, which probably meant that the building was either on it's own somewhere, or in an area where no one would pay any attention if they heard someone screaming for help...so he didn't bother...not yet at least.

He wasn't blindfolded either, and that indicated to the terrified redhead that he wasn't getting out of there alive, cause you only blindfold someone so they can't identify you when you let them go...no blindfold= no release!

The buzzing was getting louder now, and Gerard still couldn't place the noise, though it was scarily familiar to him...like he knew that sound, but didn't.

The sick feeling was starting to dissipate and the constant spinning sensation was almost gone. His head and neck hurt like a bitch and he really needed a piss, but was determined to not wet himself on the floor, and did what he could to hold it in.

Gerard's eyes stung with frightened tears. Who had taken him?...what did they want?...did they hurt Frank to get to him?

"Frankie."

He whimpered, quietly. Was his Frankie ok?...was he here somewhere?...was he ever going to see that sweet, gentle, adorable boy again...or was he going to die here, alone and afraid.

Gerard had wanted to die several times throughout his lifetime, but that had stopped pretty much the day he'd met Frank, and now he wanted nothing more than to live a long and happy life, curled up in that beautiful boy's strong, protective arms. Would he get the chance at happiness...or had his life just been taken from him, by whoever was behind that door?

"You're awake..."

Came a voice from the doorway. Gerard gasped, turning awkwardly to see who'd spoken.

"I've missed you Gerard...did you miss me?"

Gerard's eyes grew wide with fear and recognition, his mouth opening and closing uselessly. What the actual fuck!?

"Sh-Shadows?"

Gerard stuttered out, in little more than a whisper.

"In the flesh, baby...in the fuckin' flesh!"

There was this grin on the other man's face that told Gerard everything he needed to know...he was never, ever getting out of there alive!

Frank woke up to three uncomfortable realisations- 1, he was naked. 2, he was tied, face down on Mikey Way's bed. And 3, he needed a piss really bad.

"Mikey?..."

He called out in the silent room.

"MIKEY!"

Footsteps sounded along the hallway outside the room, then the door opened and a cheerfully smiling Mikey stepped in the room.

"Oh good, you're awake..."

He grinned.

"Did you sleep well, my love?"

That's it...Frank thought...he's gone mad!

"Mikey, are you insane?...untie me RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!"

Mikey looked taken aback.

"But I don't wanna..."

He whined, pulling off his Anthrax tee and moving toward the tightly restrained boy, a wicked smirk twisting on his lips.

"I wanna have some fun."

Frank's eyes bugged wide as Mikey unzipped his flies and pushed his skinny jeans down his skinnier legs.

"What the fuck, Mikey?...GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PSYCHO!"

He yelled as he struggled against the ropes that held him in their firm grip to the headboard.

"Uh uh uh..."

Mikey tutted as he dodged Frank's left foot, that kick wildly out at him.

"You don't won't to get hurt, do you?"

Frank's heart raced in his chest as tears streamed down his cheeks. This could not be happening!...he'd trusted Mikey!...he was his best friend!

He tried again, attempting to stay calm and try a different tack.

"Mikey?...please stop this? If...if you untie me, we can...we can be together. Please Mikey?...please?"

The older boy seemed to consider this for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don't think so..."

He pulled down his boxers, his erection bouncing free as he crawled onto the bed next to the terrified boy. Frank started to freak the fuck out, kicking and twisting in his binds as he screamed and cried for help.

"Calm down Frankie...it'll hurt more if you struggle."

Mikey muttered as he moved to sit on Frank's wildly thrashing legs, pinning them to the mattress. Mikey stuck three fingers in his mouth and coated them with spit, as he tried not to be bucked off of the bed. Then he shoved the first finger straight into Frank's tight, virgin hole. Frank howled in pain and fear as Mikey thrust his digit roughly in and out of the frightened boy. After a minute Mikey added a second, thrusting and scissoring his fingers as Frank continued to scream bloody murder and promise Mikey a slow and painful death once he got free.

Soon Mikey withdrew the two and forced in the three. Frank truly thought he was being split in half as the fingers were plunged into him over and over again.

Then...Mikey pulled them out.

Frank's fast breaths slowed for a second or two as he was allowed a moment to recover, then Mikey was moving to kneel between Frank's legs and lining himself up to the younger boy's stretched hole. Frank thrashed and screamed as Mikey pushed in. It hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before, and in a brief moment of clarity, Frank vowed to himself that if he ever saw Gerard again, he'd apologise for putting that beautiful boy through this. And if they ever did this again, he'd take a hell of a lot longer prepping him than he did last time.

Mikey held Frank's narrow hips in a vice-like grip as he pounded into him, doing his best to ignore the screams as they started to become weaker and slightly choked. Frank's head was spinning and he could feel his consciousness slipping away from him. How much longer would this go on?...would he pass out before Mikey finished in him?...or would he feel the moment the other boy released?

His voice all but lost now, Frank croaked out one last plea as the darkness swarmed his vision.

"Help me...Geeee..."

Then everything went black.

Mikey finished a few violent thrusts later and pulled out, collapsing onto the messed up sheets beside the motionless teen, his heart thundering in his ears and a massive grin on his sweaty face. Turning to look at his best friend, Mikey chuckled.

"Guess I wore you out, baby..."

He smirked, pressing his lips to Frank's then wrapping his arms around the other boy's middle and laying his head against his bare shoulder.

"Sleep tight. We can continue our fun later."

A few minutes later Mikey was sleeping soundly, dreams of the fun he'd had dancing through his twisted little mind. He'd won!...Gerard was gone and Frank was his!

No one was going to take him away.

~time passes~

Mikey was woken by the sound of his cellphone blaring from it's spot on his bedside cabinet. Glancing at a still sleeping Frank and grinning at the memories that came to mind, Mikey picked up the noisy phone and checked the screen...it was not who he'd expected.

Pressing the ok button, Mikey put the phone to his ear...

"Hiya Ray, what's up?"

"Hey Mikes, not much...just letting you know we're heading back early."

"Really?...how come?"

Mikey cursed in his head.

"Big storm comin'. We've been told to leave. How's Frankie doin'?"

"Fine, fine. He's sleeping now.."

Yeah, I wore him the fuck out...Mikey chuckled to himself.

"But you've coped ok, right?"

"Yeah, no problem. So when you getting back?"

"We're in the car now, be there in about an hour. You at yours?"

"Yeah, I'm home..."

Fuck fuck FUCK!

"But Frankie went to his house."

"What really?...but he hates it there."

"Yeah, well his dad called, said he wanted to talk."

"Oh...I was looking forward to seeing the little guy."

Ray sounded disappointed.

"Well he'll be back...at some point."

"Yeah, I guess..."

Ray sighed.

"Well, I better go. We're just getting on the Parkway and Bob needs to concentrate on the road."

"HIYA MIKES."

Bob shouted in the background.

"Bob says hi."

Mikey chuckled.

"I heard...HI BOB..."

Mikey smirked at the thought that he'd just deafened Ray.

"See ya soon guys."

"Fucker! Yeah, soon dude...seeya!"

Ray hung up. Well FUCK!...now what?

"Everything ok?"

Patrick asked from the back seat as he peered at Ray's profile and watched the taller boy frown.

"Huh?...oh, err...yeah, I...I think so."

He stammered. Something in Mikey's voice sounded off somehow, he just couldn't figure out what. There was this niggle in his brain that told him Mikey was lying. But about what he didn't know.

"Can we stop for food on the way?"

Pete whined slightly from directly behind Ray's fluffy head.

"We just ate..."

Bob huffed at him.

"Can't you go a fucking hour without something in your mouth?"

Pete cracked up.

"Well I know what I'd like to have in my mouth, Bobby-boy."

"Eww..."

Patrick shoved Pete across the car.

"Did not want to know that."

"Oh, you love me really, Patty."

Pete blew a kiss at Patrick, who simply rolled his eyes and turned to look out the window.

"Leave him alone, Pete..."

Bob muttered.

"...and I'll let you suck me later."

"BOB!"

Pete, Ray and Patrick yelled in unison. Bob just laughed as he pulled onto the Parkway.

Gerard was bleeding. He could feel the dark sticky blood pooling beneath him, though he wasn't entirely sure of the source this time. Coughing weakly, he turned his head toward the door. Matt was back there somewhere, probably planning his next way to torture the broken redhead, but Gerard was almost beyond caring now.

His vision blurring out from blood loss, Gerard remembered when that man had been his best friend, back before everything turned to shit and Shadows became the cruel, vicious asshole that he was now. Gerard recalled the day it all went wrong, the day Matt, best friend, brother by another mother had shown his true colours, attacked poor Gerard for being, as he put it, a "whiny, sniffling little emo freak, who should've been drowned at birth", and beaten the crap out of him, just to get accepted by the popular kids of their year.

Gerard had been left bleeding on the bathroom floor, his nose, three ribs and every finger in his left hand, along with his heart were broken.

Some kid had found him nearly an hour later, and an ambulance was called. He'd spent the next three days in hospital, and the next two weeks recovering at home. When he finally returned to school, he discovered that Matt had not only been expelled, but also arrested and was now residing in Bellville's wonderful Juvenile Detention Centre, downtown.

Apparently Matt blamed him for ruining his life, though Gerard never did admit who had attacked him back then...some small shred of loyalty still keeping the secret.

The door to the other room banged open against the wall, jolting Gerard from his memories. Shadows stood watching him for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face as Gerard wheezed in shallow, painful breaths.

The tattooed man's right hand was held behind his back, and after about a minute he brought it round in front of his body so Gerard could see what he was holding.

If Gerard still had his voice, he would scream...instead, all he could do was whimper pathetically, close his eyes and wait for the inevitable pain to begin.

He didn't have to wait very long.

After Mikey had carried Frank's still unconscious body down into Gerard's old basement room and tied him to the bed, gagging him with a clean sock, he quickly ran back up the stairs and locked the door. Just a few minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"Hi Mikes..."

Ray cheered, pulling the skinny boy into his arms.

"Missed you."

Suddenly Mikey found himself being squished in a five-way hug, as all four boys surrounded him, giggling like drunk three year olds. The momentum of them all jumping on him caused all five to tumble in a pile of limbs to the floor, just inside the doorway.

"Fuck guys...get off me."

Mikey moaned, but couldn't help but laugh as they struggled to untangle themselves. Once they were all on their feet again, they headed into the living room.

"So Frankie really went to see his dad?..."

Ray asked incredulously. Mikey nodded.

"Well shit! Should we go see him there?"

Mikey shook his head quickly.

"You know what his dad's like. He hates us. Then he'd take it out on Frankie..."

He couldn't let them go round there.

"Besides, he texted me and said everything's ok and he'll see us tomorrow, probably. He said to say hi."

Ray frowned.

"Yeah, well maybe I should text him...let him know we're back?"

Mikey chewed on his lip for a moment.

"I guess, but he said his battery was nearly dead and he left his charger here...he won't answer you."

"That's ok..."

Ray muttered, pulling his cellphone from his pocket and starting to type, wandering through to the kitchen.

"At least he'll know we're here."

Mikey shrugged and turned his attention to the other boys, slightly shocked to see Pete sitting on Bob's lap, the older boy nuzzling into his neck.

"When did this happen?"

He squeaked. Pete grinned up at him.

"What?..."

He whined.

"We're just having fun."

Mikey rolled his eyes and looked over at Patrick.

"What do you make of this?"

He tilted his chin toward the handsy pair. Patrick rolled his eyes.

"It gets Pete off my back."

He chuckled.

"Hey!..."

Pete grumbled.

"You love me really."

Patrick shook his head.

"Not as much as you love yourself."

Pete grunted, then his eyes nearly popped out as Bob whispered something in his ear.

"BOB!"

And he was lost from the conversation. Patrick was about to say something to Mikey when Ray rejoined them.

"Guys, I think we have a problem..."

He frowned at his phone. Everyone turned to look at him.

"I called Frankie's house. His dad says he hasn't seen him in three weeks."

Bob pushed Pete off his lap and stood up.

"Then where the fuck is he?"

Oh shit...Mikey thought, feeling his control slipping...what the hell am I meant to do now?

"What do you mean?..."

He asked, looking at Ray.

"Frankie told me he was there."

Ray shook his head, looking a little scared.

"His dad said 'No!'...and he may hate us, but I don't think he'd lie."

"We gotta find him..."

Bob growled.

"What if something happens to him?..."

Bob had always been very protective of Frank, even more so than Mikey was and it frightened him to think his pal could be in danger.

"He's so little."

"He's not five Bob..."

Mikey bit off, frowning.

"He's 16 nearly 17, and I'm sure he's fine..."

He looked around their doubtful faces.

"If he's the one lying about where he is, then perhaps he's got good reason?...or perhaps he just didn't want us to know..."

Mikey sighed, cause they still didn't seem to be buying it.

"Why don't we all try trusting him for once, and not treating him like a little kid..."

He purposely looked at Bob when he said this. Bob studied his fingernails grumpily.

"Cause he's not, ya know?"

"You're right..."

Patrick finally spoke up.

"He's not a kid..."

Mikey looked smug, til Patrick continued.

"But he is ill...and we all know it's not safe for him alone. That's why you couldn't come camping Mikey, cause he needed you here."

Mikey bit his lip.

"But he's been better..."

He whined slightly.

"Like he was normal again."

"Really?..."

Asked Ray.

"Since when?...and why didn't you tell us?"

Mikey was pretty sure he was gonna end up having a panic attack or something, cause they just wouldn't quit.

"I don't know, like a week maybe?..."

He mumbled.

"And I didn't tell you cause Frankie wanted to surprise you when you got back."

He said, defensively.

"Woah...calm down Mikes...we're not the enemy..."

Pete piped up.

"We're just worried about our friend...ya know?"

Mikey looked at the floor.

"I know and I'm sorry...I...I guess I'm worried too."

"Let's all just calm down, shall we?..."

Ray said, gently.

"We'll find him. He won't have gone far."

They all sat down and tried to figure out where Frank might've gone, though of course Mikey knew exactly where the cute teen was right now, and he was seriously starting to regret what he'd done, cause he wasn't at all sure how to get out of this.

"Why don't you guys go look for him and I'll stay here in case he comes back."

Mikey suggested, desperate to get them out of the house. Ray hummed quietly.

"Mmm. Yeah, maybe."

~Meanwhile, about three meters below them~

Frank slowly opened his eyes. Everything hurt, especially his lower back and he could taste blood in his mouth. He wasn't in Mikey's room anymore...this room was bigger, darker and smelled of socks...and like it had been shut up for a while. It took Frank just a couple of minutes to work out that this was probably Gerard's old room...in the basement.

"Fuck!..."

That's when he realised that he wasn't gagged...it must've fallen out.

"HEEEEELP..."

He screamed out.

"HELP ME PLEASE, SOMEONE GET ME OUTTA HERE!"

~Upstairs~

"Did you here something?"

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