Bondage Mansion

***Gerard***

Gerard woke up and looked around. It was still night outside and he was alone. Carefully he sat up and winced. His head hurt so badly; he knew he drank too much. He rolled over and lit the lamp beside his bed. As he turned the flame low enough to not inflict any additional pain, he noticed that he was naked. Gerard crawled to the end of the bed and found his undergarment. He slipped it on and grabbed his dressing gown. Tying the sash he went and sat down at the dressing table. He picked up the brush and looked at his reflection. There were faded tear tracks on his face through his makeup. He neck was faintly bruised in several places and he could clearly make out a bite mark where the neck and shoulder connected. He rubbed it with his fingers and felt the indent of Frank’s teeth. Somewhere inside he understood why he did what he did, but part of him still felt guilty. It was Robert’s chance to show him that he should choose him and he chose Frank instead. Well, did he really choose Frank? It was not as if he stood with them both in the room and turned to Frank and away from Robert. Robert pushed him away, called him names, made an accusation that was not true, well at the time, and acted like a complete jerk. So maybe what happened afterwards was not completely Gerard’s fault after all.

Gerard finished his hair and then splashed some water on his face to remove the makeup and tear tracks. He then lit a small candle in an ornate holder and carefully lifted it off the dresser. After turning all the lamps back down, he made his way to the door and then out into the hallway. He crossed to Robert’s room and placed his hand on the door to knock. Gerard took and deep breath and gently rapped his knuckles against the fine wood.

”Come.”

Robert’s voice was soft, but with command and Gerard opened the door and entered. Robert was sitting on his bed with the lamp low next to him. He looked up at Gerard and gave a soft smile. Gerard walked around to Robert’s side of the bed and Robert pulled his legs back to make room for Gerard to sit.

”Bert, I….”

Robert took the candle out of Gerard’s hand and pulled him to his chest. Gerard sank into the warmth and heard the heart that beat only for him. Robert held him tightly and stroked his arm. Gerard pulled back and looked into Robert’s eyes. In them he saw pain, remorse, forgiveness, and love. Robert leaned forward and kissed Gerard softly. Gerard leaned into the kiss and crawled up on his knees. He was between Robert’s legs when he broke for air. Robert looked at Gerard and shifted a little uncomfortable at the sight before him. Gerard smiled and continued to make his way closer to Robert. Like a child would he started to crawl into Robert’s lap, but then changed his position and straddled his hips instead. Robert made a sound of protest, but Gerard quieted them with another kiss that spoke of assurance. Robert was on top of the covers and wearing his sleep clothes. This did nothing to hide his arousal and made him blush when Gerard noticed. Gerard smiled again and pushed himself further into Robert’s lap so that their chests were together. When their cocks brushed each other, Robert’s eyes went wide and he started to panic a little. Gerard placed his arms around Robert’s neck and whispered in his ear.

”It’s all right Bert, relax, I am not going to hurt you. Please trust me.”

Gerard pulled back and Robert swallowed hard, but nodded his head. Gerard smiled and went back to adjusting their position. When he was satisfied, he pushed up against Robert again and this time brushed their cocks together on purpose. He did it again and Robert groaned and brought his hands to Gerard’s hips. This pleased Gerard and he repeated the action. Robert held him tighter and dug in a little. Gerard gasped and ground in harder than before with his hips. He threw his head back a little and started to bend backwards. Robert caught him by the back, but Gerard willed him to let him keep going. Gerard was now with his back almost against the bed and Robert could not help but reach for the sash around Gerard’s waist. Gerard could feel Robert’s hand pulling at the tie and allowing the gown to slip open. Although he still had the bandages on, Robert still ran his hand over Gerard’s chest and made him shiver. Gerard loved the way Robert was exploring him with his hands. Suddenly, Gerard felt his legs unfold and Robert was looming over him. He had a look of lust and wanton desire in his eyes and he leaned down and kissed Gerard fiercely. Gerard ran his tongue against Robert’s bottom lip and Robert let out a little groan. Gerard took the opportunity to dart his tongue into Robert’s mouth and was surprised that Robert not only let him, but met him with his own. They caressed tongues softly neither wanting to break the kiss. Robert pressed against Gerard and ground down on his hips. Gerard moaned into Robert's mouth and they pulled apart both panting and slightly red in the face.

”Gee, I, I want you.”

”Then take me Bert”

”Gee, um, I have no oil left.”

”I don’t care.”

It’s true that Gerard knew he would already be still slick and stretched from Frank, but that was not what was fully on his mind. He was looking into the eyes of the man he loved and he just knew that he wanted to feel him at this moment inside and out. Gerard watched as Robert carefully removed his undergarment and then his own pants. He slid back between Gerard’s legs and positioned himself. He looked at Gerard and Gerard nodded. Slowly, Robert pushed into him. Gerard felt the stretch and slight burn and wrapped his arms around Bert’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Bert slid all the way in and just stayed there letting Gerard get used to it. After a fashion, Robert broke the kiss and looked at Gerard. Gerard radiated as much love as he could in Robert thought his gaze. Robert must have gotten the message because he pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in. Gerard arched his back.

”Bert…please again.”

Robert did this two more times before getting into a rhythm and moving nonstop. Gerard continued to meet every thrust with his own and locking his mouth onto Robert’s whenever he could. Robert buried his face into Gerard’s neck and Gerard wished that he would lick or bite him like Frank did. Pushing Frank out of his mind once again, he concentrated on the way Robert was panting in his ear and whispering declarations of love and forever. Then Gerard felt Robert tense up, his pace quickened and his rhythm faltered. Gerard turned his mouth to Robert’s ears and began to whisper encouragement.

”That’s it Bert, feels so good, please Bert, want to feel you inside me, fill me with your love.”

That was it for Robert, he lost it and was coming deep inside of Gerard with a stutter and a shout. He collapsed on top of Gerard breathless and Gerard wrapped his arms around Robert’s back and kissed the top of his head.

”I love you Gee.”

” I love you Bert.”

***Bert***

Robert woke up to find himself alone. He got dressed quickly and left the room. He crossed to Gerard’s door and knocked. When no answer came, he leaned his ear to the door. Still nothing, no sound at all came. He was about to open the door when one of the servants came by.

”Master Way is not in there sir. He awoke quite early and headed downstairs.”

Robert thanked her and headed down. In the dining room he saw the remnants of Gerard’s meal and coffee already consumed. He sat down and Peter poured him a cup and went to fetch his food. Frank wandered in looking exhausted and flopped down in his chair after a curt nod to Robert. Robert studied Frank carefully. He had dark circles under his eyes and his skin went from olive to ashen in places. Frank looked up at him and Robert smiled weakly. Jamia brought Frank some tea and left as Peter was bringing Robert his food. Robert set about eating his meal when Jamia returned with only a small bowl of oats and milk for Frank.

”No appetite today Frank?”

”No appetite lately to be honest Robert.”

”I hope you are not coming down with something, you were always prone to illness when we were younger.”

There was genuine concern in Robert’s voice for Frank. Frank looked over and gave a weak smile.

”I do not think it is sickness, but it would not hurt to spend more time by the fire.”

Conversation ended there and the two ate in a comfortable silence. Once they were both done, Robert invited Frank into the study to keep him company while he did the morning work. Frank agreed and stopped into the Library to get his guitar. Robert headed into the study and sat down at the desk. He pulled out the morning work and was looking over the papers when Frank entered.

”Gerard is painting in the Library in case you wanted to know.”

Robert looked up, but made no move other than to swing an arm from Frank's direction to the chair in front of him. Frank smiled and made his way over. The two gentlemen sat in the quiet, permeated by only Frank’s melody. Robert recognized the tune and hummed along. Frank liked this and he played a little louder. After a bit they were both singing the words and harmonizing quite well. When the song ended they looked at each other and smiled. Then a single set of hands clapping could be heard echoing around the room. Robert and Frank both looked at Gerard leaning in the doorway covered in his paint smock smiling.

”That was quite a performance gentlemen. Can I ask for an encore?”

Robert and Frank looked at each other and Frank shrugged and went into another song that he and Robert both knew from their youth. They both sang and harmonized as Gerard stood there listening. Robert could see that Gerard’s hands were covered in blue and green paint and he knew what he was painting this morning. He also noted how tired Gerard looked, but content at the same time. At the last chorus, Gerard joined in and Robert almost stopped singing remembering how wonderful Gerard sounded. Once the song was over Gerard left the room and returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. He poured them all and handed one to Frank and then to Robert. They clinked the glasses together and drank. Robert drained his glass quickly, but Frank and Gerard only took a few sips. Robert was surprised because he knew that Gerard loved the house wine. It was from their vineyards after all and was only drunk after sitting in the wine cellar for over ten years. ‘Maybe Gee is just remembering how much he drank yesterday and is being careful.’ Robert was busy lost in his thoughts and just came back in time to see a clear exchange of looks from Gerard to Frank. He wondered what that meant. He did not have time to ask though because Gerard was excusing himself once again to paint and Frank went back to strumming. Robert figured the moment was over and unimportant so he went back to his paper work.

***Gerard***

After the noon meal, Gerard found himself in the garden again. He walked along the wall looking at the flowers and found himself near the roses, which were near Frank’s windows. Gerard remembered the quick excuse that Frank came up with to cover the reason for the bandages. Gerard had been careless to not cover them up again before Robert came home. He reached down and picked one of the roses, carefully avoiding the thorns. He breathed in the fragrance deeply and felt the velvet softness of the petals. He was about to continue his walk when he saw something that he did not recognize. It was white flowers growing behind the rose bush. Gerard studied the flower, not able to reach it because of the bush blocking his way, it looked like it was made of lace the way the petals clustered. In the middle was a dark, almost black, purple bud. Gerard wanted to touch the petals and see if they were like soft lace. ‘Lace can be rough too though’ he reminded himself. Gerard could not hold back anymore. He made his way quickly to the garden shed and found a pair of clippers and gloves. He went back to the flower and using the gloves moved the bush out of the way so he could reach out and the snip the flower. He was able to get the flower, but at the last second that he was extracting it the bush snapped back and impaled his wrist. Gerard screamed and tore his wrist away. He was bleeding freely from several small piercing wounds. He brought his wrist to his mouth and suck the blood up. He licked the wound clean, but it would not stop bleeding.

”All that work for a weed Gee?”

Gerard whipped around to see Frank leaning against the house smirking at him. He wondered how long he had been watching him.

”What do you mean a weed?”

Frank sighed and sauntered over to Gerard. He took Gerard’s wrist and looked at the wounds. Gerard could see that look in his eyes and wondered if he was going to lick the blood off of his wrist too. The thought sent a shiver down Gerard’s spine. Frank didn’t though; he just ran a finger over the wounds and declared that they were not as deep as they seem to be. Frank continued to rub the pulse point on Gerard’s wrist as he continued explaining.

”It’s called a Queen Anne’s lace, it grows wild wherever it wants to, survives when most flowers cannot, and it can be quite deadly.”

Gerard looked at the flower and touched the petals. They truly felt like lace, soft, but also rough. He turned the flower around and noticed a ladybug sitting on one of the petals. He brought his finger close to the little bug and it crawled upon him. It made its way up his finger to the back of his hand. As Gerard studied the small creature he turned back to Frank.

”What do you mean deadly?”

”See the deep purple bud in the middle? That indicates that it had a thick carrot like root that could be turned into a powder that can be deadly if mixed right and ingested.”

Gerard studied the flower again. It was so beautiful, but Frank said the root was deadly. He looked back at Frank who was just watching him.

”It reminds me of you.”

Frank squeezed Gerard’s wrist and looked at him. His eyes were wide and dancing in the sunlight.

”You survived where others could not, you can be very deadly, and you are quite beautiful.”

Frank and Gerard locked eyes. Frank was still holding on to his wrist and pressing on the pulse point. He must have felt that Gerard’s pulse had quickened as he spoke. Gerard could still feel the ladybug crawling on his hand. The sensation of the little legs and the vice grip that Frank had on him sent impulses to his mind and heart. Gerard brought the hand with the ladybug on it to Frank’s face. He touched Frank’s cheek and felt the stubble that said Frank needed to shave soon. Gerard slowly bent down and brought his face to Frank’s and kissed him softly. Frank brought his other hand behind Gerard’s neck and deepened the kiss. Gerard opened his mouth and allowed Frank’s tongue to explore his warm mouth. They stayed like that for a few minutes and Gerard pulled away first. He stood back up and breathed in the scent of the weed. It was fragrant, but not like the rose. Gerard looked at the rose in his hand that Frank had grasped and dropped it to the ground. Frank watched as Gerard tucked the weed into his hair, curled behind his ear. He smiled and went back to rubbing the pulse point again.

”Come on Gee, let’s get those wounds treated.”

Gerard smiled at Frank.

”Okay Frankie.”

***Frank***

Frankie? Frankie? Frank did not know what to make of this. Gerard had compared Frank to what he considered was his favorite flower and now he was sitting on Frank’s bed while Frank, with Jamia’s assistance, bandaged another wound on Gerard. Gerard sat still as Jamia applied the salve and Frank cut strips from a clean cloth to wind around his wrist. Frank carefully wound a long strip around the wound and fastened it with a quick knot. Gerard looked at his wrist and flexed it a bit. It did not seem like it would get in the way and Frank watched as Gerard went through the motion of eating, drinking, and painting to see. When he was satisfied he thanks them both. Jamia went to put the materials away and Frank stayed sitting in front of Gerard as Gerard leaned back on his wrists. Gerard let out a small stifled yawn and excused himself.

”Tired Gee?”

”A little, but nothing a nap would not fix.”

Frank nodded and offered his hand to Gerard. Gerard looked puzzled, but took it and Frank helped him off the bed. They left the room and stopped in front of the servant quarters. Gerard’s name could still be made out faintly in the door, but Frank had Jamia clean the blood and lace off. Frank opened the door and startled Jamia who was laying down in her bed.

”I’m sorry Sir, was there something that you needed of me?”

”No my pet, not that I need of you, but Gee could use your company I am sure.”

Gerard just looked at Frank and Frank smiled and let go of his hand.

”Just make sure that you are both up in time for supper.”

Frank closed the door and headed to the Study. Robert was still working on the pile of papers in front of him. Frank swore there was actually more than there was this morning.

”Gerard wanted me to tell you that he decided to take a nap and will see us at supper.”

Robert grunted some form of acknowledgement and swirled the pen in the air before dipping it back into the ink well. Frank closed the Study door and made his way back to his room. He closed the door and drew back the tapestry to watch Jamia and Gerard. They were lying in bed with Jamia spooned up behind Jamia running her fingers through his hair. Gerard was twirling the weed in his hand and smiling fondly at it. Frank thought about bringing in the sound, but decided to let them have their moment for now. After all it was not his time so he was not worried about them. Frank crawled onto his bed and propped himself up against the head board. He watched his two pets as they languished together and giggled at secrets he allowed them to keep. Gerard was now on his back and Jamia was peppering him with little kisses all over his face. Gerard was smiling at each well placed peck and said something that was cut off by Jamia kissing him on the lips. They kissed slowly for a bit and held each other tightly. When they broke away, Gerard said something and Jamia smiled and wiped her eyes. Frank was not completely sure from his angle, but it looked like she was crying. Gerard sat up and looked at Jamia. He used his thumb and wiped under her eyes confirming Frank’s suspicion. Gerard reached up and took Jamia’s face in his hand and kissed her eyes. She laughed and pushed him away. He grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed. Frank was suddenly interested in what was being said now. He got off the bed and enabled the sound. The room filled with laughter and Jamia begging for Gerard to stop tickling her. Gerard was relentless and continued his assault on her sides. Jamia started to kick so Gerard straddled her stomach and held her down. Jamia tried to buck him off, but Gerard held fast and would not move.

”Ugh, I hate you. I should have never told you I was ticklish.”

”Yup, you thought I was nice and would not exploit it. I have learned some things from the Master you know.”

Frank jumped to hear Gerard address him properly. It surprised Jamia too.

”Gerard, you are not in his care right now, you can just call him Frank you know.”

”I know, it…it just doesn’t feel right when we are alone or when I am in these rooms. I don’t completely understand it, but at those times he is not Frank. He is in control and I find that I like it.”

Jamia just nodded in understanding.

”It is the same with you. I know my attraction to you is on a friendship level, but I also know that you are so beautiful that I just want to be with you in a way that I am comfortable.”

”You think I am beautiful?”

”Fuck Jamia, of course you are. Why do you think Master chose you?”

”Because I was easy?”

”Um…please remember that he has an interest in guys. No, he chose you because he likes to surround himself with beautiful things.”

”I’m not used to you talking so candidly Gerard.”

”Well, I guess some other things are rubbing off from Master as well.”

Jamia smiled at Gerard and Gerard smiled back and then leaned down and kissed her again. They were still like that when Frank turned the sound off again and settled back onto the bed. He just learned some valuable information and was processing it as he drifted off to sleep.

Notes

So this chapter did not go in the direction I expected it to. I went to a softer side of Gerard and Frank and out of Bert's comfort zone. It is important for me to have the reader get under the character's skin and gain background on them. I think this makes one care about the character and what happens to them later on in the story. The flower that is mentioned in here is actually my favorite, and yes, it is a weed.

By the way, when someone mentions something to that they refer to as normal, I always answer with the title of the chapter because it is true. ^0^