Bondage Mansion

***Gerard***

It had been an intense weekend. That would be a misnomer though. Gerard really had no words to describe the weekend other than that. His back and shoulders still ached, but he refused to put on a shirt. The bandages were not there for cover up this time, but just to make sure infection did not set in. He stopped wearing the bandages on the other parts of his body. He is proud of the markings that he has and does not care who sees them. Well, that did not include Michael who came by unexpectedly Sunday morning. Gerard knew that Michael was supposed to come for noon meal, but not to arrive three hours early. Gerard was painting in the library. He was trying to capture the way Frank described him when he was suspended by the chains and covered with wax and cum. Gerard reached into his memories to place his desire onto the canvas. He was so lost in his lustful thoughts that he did not hear Peter announce Michael’s arrival. What alerted Gerard that Michael was there was the gasp behind him. Gerard spun around and saw Michael with his hand over his mouth.

”Gerard!"

”Michael...”

Michael ran up to him and froze. He touched his brother’s arm carefully and traced the letters that he could see. He turned Gerard to face him completely and saw the swallows on his stomach close to his hips. He reached up and touched the carved flame on his chest. Michael’s eyes were wide with terror and longing to know who did this. Gerard kept a steady gaze at Michael till he raised his eyes and looked into Gerard’s.

”I don’t understand?”

”You are not meant to understand.”

”Why Gee, why?”

Gerard could hear the concern in Michael’s voice as he chose to use his childhood name. Gerard put down the paintbrush and palette and beckoned Michael to sit down. Michael was close to shaking when they sat by the fire place.

”Michael, a lot has happened this month to me and I don’t quite know how to explain it.”

”Please Gee, please try. I want to understand why you look the way you do. I promise I will not judge you. You are my brother, flesh and blood; I would never give you up for anything. Please trust me.”

Gerard knew that Michael’s words rang true. He got up from his chair and went to kneel down at his brother’s feet. He took Michael’s hand and after taking a deep breath, Gerard began to weave the tale of the contest.

***Frank***

Frank woke up in pain. His head was throbbing and he could hardly breathe. As he gasped for air he sat up too quickly and nausea over took him. He managed to lean over the side of the bed and vomit onto the floor. He was dizzy and disorientated. Frank stumbled out of bed and narrowly avoided the puddle of sick. He crawled to the door and opened it. He saw that the hall was deserted as was the main area. The grandfather clock stated that it was nearly noon so Frank knew that he slept through morning meal. He does not think he could have stomached it anyway. Frank entered the main area and tried to crawl to the dining room, but his gut was seized with a violent streak of pain and he vomited again. He lost his balance and collapsed nearby. The stench was horrible so he turned his head away from it. His voice was horse as he tried to use it, but only a rasp came out. Frank just lay there, hoping someone would come by. He thought of Gerard and what he would think of his Master being weak and helpless. The thought of losing Gerard made him cringe. At that moment pain shot through him again and he found his voice. He cried out in agony. He curled into a fetal position and shivered. He barely heard his name being called when the blackness took over.

***Michael***

Shocked was not the word that came to mind to describe how Michael was feeling. Overwhelmed was a better one. He listened to his brother talk about a contract and a contest and what has been happening to him. Michael can tell that he left out some parts to spare him the intimate details. Michael got the gist of it anyway. What Gerard did not spare though was what happened to him with the former gardener. When Michael asked if he had been arrested and charged with the crime, Gerard simply stated that he was dealt with in the best way possible and that he had no fear that he would come back to hurt him again. Michael saw something flicker across his brother’s face and it made him shudder to think that Gerard could hurt anyone. He also explained how it was Frank that found him and rescued him and took turns with Robert helping him to heal. Michael was trying to imagine Frank helping Gerard when he was thinking of the monster he was. The interesting thing was that when Gerard talked about being with Frank there was a reverence in his eyes and the way he held himself. Michael was ready to ask another question when a piercing cry rang through the home. Gerard looked at Michael.

”Master...”

Michael wanted to question why Gerard called him that, but Gerard was already out the door running quickly. Michael got up and followed. He heard Gerard cry out and saw him on his knees next to the limp body of Frank. Michael came to a halt along with Mr. Wentz and a servant dressed very scantily. Even the cook came running out. Gerard started barking orders and sending everyone in different directions. Mr. Wentz was to ring for the doctor immediately. He asked the cook, Jimmy he called him, to carry Frank to his room. The servant, Jamia apparently, followed. Michael picked up the rear of the line.

When they arrived the room was thick with the smell of sick. Frank was laid down on the bed and Gerard ordered Jimmy to open the windows and Jamia to clean up the mess on the floor. Michael stood to the side until he found a chair. He wanted to help, but he also wanted to punch Frank in the face. He had so much mixed emotions watching Gerard offer everything for this man’s health. Mr. Wentz appeared and stated that the doctor was on his way. Gerard thanked him and went to Frank’s side. Frank was sweating and Gerard told Jamia to bring him cool water and rags. Jimmy offered to make some tea to calm Gerard down.

”Thank you Jimmy that would be lovely.”

”Anything for you Master Way.”

Michael was taken back by the personal gesture that Jimmy offered to Gerard. He even took his hand a squeezed it affectionately. Jimmy bowed to Michael and left the room. Just as he did Jamia came in with the cool water and rags. She set them down and hopped on the bed on the other side of Frank. Once again a personal gesture that Michael did not understand. Suddenly it seemed as if Michael was no longer in the room. It is true that he did nothing to draw attention to himself, but the scene that played before him could be called nothing, but astounding. He watched as Gerard and Jamia dipped the rags into the basin and after wringing them out, they were placed on Frank to cool him off. He watched as Gerard opened up Frank’s shirt and Michael got a glimpse of the ink marking on his chest. He saw that they matched Gerard’s. More curiosity and questions jumped into Michael’s mind, but he held his tongue. Once the shirt was open they tried to get his pants off, but Frank would not move. Gerard looked at Jamia and Jamia nodded. Michael saw Jamia reach for something on the stand by the bed. She handed it to Gerard and Michael saw it was a knife. Gerard looked at the knife with what Michael swore was fondness. He brought it to his mouth and licked the blade. Jamia smiled at this. Michael observed that something passed between the two of them, but he was completely surprised when they leaned in and kissed. The kiss was slow moving and what could only be described as dirty. Michael wanted to turn away, but could not. It was not his brother that he was interested in, but the way he behaved with this servant. When the kiss broke a string of saliva still connected the two mouths briefly. Then Gerard flipped the blade in his hand and set about cutting Frank’s pants off. He did so very carefully and Jamia helped to remove the fabric. Once this was done, cold rags were placed along his legs to his thighs. Michael observed that Frank wore no undergarments. Neither Gerard nor Jamia seem to notice. Once he was covered with cold rags, Jamia left to get fresh water. Gerard scooted up on the bed so that he was against the headboard. He took Frank’s head in his lap and ran his fingers through his hair lovingly.

”There there Master, your pets have got you and we will take good care of you, as you have done for us.”

Michael continued to be a silent participant. He watched Gerard’s movements and gestures as he took in the room. There was nothing extraordinary about it, but Michael could not help notice the long chain at the end of the bed that led up to wear Gerard was sitting. A metal collar was attached to it. From what his brother had told him, he assumed it was the meant for Gerard. Michael had never seen his brother so attentive to anyone else before. Not including himself of course, family was different and he will always be Gerard’s little brother. Frank started to stir and Gerard jumped up and laid his head on the pillows. He went to the ground on his knees and held Frank’s hand. Frank rubbed his eyes with his other hand and then looked down at Gerard.

”Gee...”

”Oh Frankie, Master, how are you feeling.”

”Like I was fucking run over by several carriages. Still can hear the pounding of hooves.”

Frank slowly sat up with Gerard’s help. Gerard propped pillows behind him and handed him a glass of water. Frank drank it slowly and then focused his attention on Michael.

”Master Way, were you also here helping in my hour of need?”

Michael noticed that Gerard jumped. He had forgotten that Michael was even here. Michael watched as the realization of everything that happened Michael had seen. He blushed furiously. Frank looked from Gerard to Michael and cracked a grin.

”Did I miss something while I was out?”

”No Master Iero, just two very attentive people taking care of you.”

”It is nice to know that I have such good friends around me.”

”Well good friends apparently make the best pets.”

Gerard’s head spun to look at Michael. Michael looked at Frank to see if he had any changes in his demeanor, but instead he widened his grin and looked more smug.

”Why Gee, how much did you tell your little brother about your escapades?”

Gerard was still blushing fiercely and that tied his tongue.

”Oh I heard more than enough. You do realize I want to do nothing more than take a sword and run you through with it.”

Frank’s reaction surprised Michael. He was not surprised, nor was he upset. It looked like he would enjoy a fight with him almost.

”Defending your brother’s honor, how sentimental. Tell me something though, would your brother be alright with that?”

Michael did not even need to look at Gerard to know that answer.

”No of course not, he has a fondness for you that I can clearly see. I also know it was you who rescued him when he was violated. He also said that it was you who made it possible to return to the garden, although he would not go into details as how and I do not think I want to know.”

At that moment Mr. Wentz arrived with the doctor and Jimmy arrived with the tea. He helped Gerard to the table so that the doctor could get a good look at Frank. Gerard pulled the sheets over Frank so that he could have some modesty, although it seemed that Frank could care less. The doctor examined Frank carefully and felt about on his torso for any pain. Frank winced as his stomach was pressed into. Once the doctor was done with his examine he prescribed medicine and bed rest along with hot baths with salt. Gerard took all the doctors’ orders and committed them to memory. Michael knew he was good at that. After that, the doctor left along with everyone else and it was just the three in the room. Frank yawned and he lay back down. As much as he wanted to stay, Gerard rose and tucked Frank into bed. He kissed him lightly and left the room with Michael.

Notes

I decided that Frank needed to show his vulnerable so of course I made him sick. I know, I know, it is so cliche in MCR Fan Fic, but I believe it is important that even a monster has a human side. This is was a chance for Gerard to shine a bit. This also begins the intro to Mikey and starts the real derailment from the original hentai. After this chapter is also where i started losing readers who did not like the change in direction, but I stuck to my guns and did not change anything.