Bondage Mansion

***Time Stamp: One Year Later***

***Brian***

”Well gentlemen, I think everything is in order. Now if you will just sign here, we can move on to other business and-”

”I have a problem with paragraph four addenda three.”

”Yes Mister Way…sorry, Yes Master McCracken-Iero?”

”Well it is clear that your colleagues will gain the most from this part of the profits while my partner and I will see very little for our efforts.”

”Yes, but we make up for that in paragraph five addenda two.”

”No you do not, it may seem that way in the wording you have used here, but I assure you that I can read between those lines.”

”With all due respect Sir, I would think that your brother and yourself should be happy that we have chosen to do business with you, considering your personal situation.”

”With none due respect, you need to keep my personal situation out of my business life. You will refer to my brother as my business partner because that is what he is, and if you think the Way brothers are not a force to be reckoned with, you are soon to find out how wrong you are! Good day gentleman!”

”Wait, are you not going to sign?”

”I will sign when you show me a contract that does not take me for a fool Master Haner!”

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Brian makes the trek home from the whorehouse on Swerthing St. He feels gratified to know that he put the girl through the ringer and took out all his frustration that her proprietor placed on him at this afternoon's meeting. 'How dare that upstart think he can tell him what he is going to do!' Still it was impressive for him to find that hidden agenda in the fifth paragraph. He thought that Way, fuck his title, was more ignorant than that. Brian is briefly wondering whether they found the poor girl yet when he is grabbed from behind and dragged into the alley. His is repeatedly pummeled in the stomach and when he is doubled over, a knee is crashed into his nose, breaking it completely. He falls to his knees clutching the broken appendage. His vision is swimming, but he sees two men in front of him. They haul him up and slam him against the building. Brian is held there as a third figure appears. The man is slim in stature, but there is something familiar about him. He walks with a natural sway in his hips like a woman and Brian is embarrassed to admit he is slightly turned on. The figure stops in front of him and Brian tries to focus his vision, which is still swimming in and out. To make matters worse his ears are ringing as well.

”Well Master Haner, did you have fun with your lady of the evening?”

”What, I don’t know what…”

A sharp crack is felt across his cheek as he is backhanded hard enough to split his lip.

”You think you can fuck me and my family over and then go fuck one of my ladies and nothing will come of it!?”

”Gerard?”

Another crack to his face and this one aimed at his already broken nose. Brian howls in pain.

”That is Master McCracken-Iero to you Master Haner!”

”Why do you give a shit about what I did to a useless whore?!”

This time the shot is much lower and aimed right at his crotch. If he could double over he would, but instead he feels his bladder let go and hears Gerard laugh at him.

”That whore, as you call her, is a better person than you will ever be you piece of shit! Also her wounds, that you inflicted, will be dressed and she will live as you will not.”

”Wait what? You can’t! Do you know who I am!?”

”Yes, you are the late Master Brian Elwin Haner, Jr. the most sinister partner in Gates Enterprise. I will be sure to speak fondly of you at your funeral.”

Gerard stepped back and Brian watched the two thugs crowd around him. They pulled a knife on him and yanked his billfold out of his coat pocket. Yanking the cash out they dropped the billfold into the puddle in front of him.

”Please gentleman, there is more where that came from, let me go and I will make you rich!”

The two men stepped back and pondered his offer. Of course they did. Two vagrants like that are probably given nothing to handle Gerard’s dirty work.

”Mmmm, whadda ya think Mike?”

”It is tempting, but I don’t think he can pay us what Gee does.”

”This is true.”

”Wait what, tell me what he pays you and I will double, no triple it!”

”Oh, I think that is impossible.”

”Yeah Matt is right, there is no way you could pay us triple what he does.”

”Tell me what he pays you in, gold, silver, precious jewels?”

”Oh a precious jewel definitely.”

”Oh I agree, it is definitely precious.”

”One, he pays you in one?”

”Yup and it is so worth it.”

”*scoff* This I have to see!”

”Well we happen to have it with us.”

”Really, well let me see it then.”

”Sure, why not. Oh Gee, come here please.”

Brian watches as Gerard saunters up to Matt and Mike and leans his arm on one of them.

”Gentlemen, what can I do for you?”

”Well ya see, Mister Haner here thinks he can pay us in a more precious jewel than you to not kill him.”

”Really now? I wondered what was taking so long. Well Brian, let’s see it.”

”See what?”

Brain was getting pretty pissed at the smug expression on Gerard’s face. He was also slowly gaining back strength the longer these stupid thugs leave him alone. Soon he will be back enough to fight them off and then he will personally end Gerard’s life.

”If you can pay them better than I can?”

"I am pretty sure I can."

”So put your money where your mouth is.”

Brian was confused and was even further confused when Gerard got on his knees in front of Matt. Brian watched wide eyed as Gerard opened up Matt’s pants and took his cock out.

”What the fuck are you doing!?”

”Paying him, what’s it look like? Good luck Mike, it looks like he uses teeth.”

Brian only had a second to watch Gerard take Matt’s cock completely into his mouth when his head was smashed backwards against the building and Mike crowded him once again. He pulled his cock out and shook it in his face.

”Open up pretty boy.”

”You *pant* can’t really expect me to do that!? Do I look like a whore to you!?”

”Mmmm, you use people for money, yeah pretty much, now fucking open up or else!”

Mike flicked the knife and placed it against Brian’s throat. Brian swallowed against the blade and opened his mouth. Mike pushed his cock into his mouth all the way to the back and gagged him. Brian was gasping for air when Mike pulled back a little. He took in a little before the cock was rammed back into his throat and then he started fucking it.

”Yeah take it bitch! Isn’t that what you said to Sarah when you were fucking her mouth?”

Brian’s eyes were tearing and he was disgusted by the taste and scent of salt and sweat that invaded his nostrils. He glanced over to see if Gerard was just as miserable, but it was a different picture entirely. Through his tears he saw that Gerard had Matt pushed against the opposite building and was expertly taking him better than any whore he had ever seen. Matt was running his hands through Gerard’s hair and making noises of ecstasy.

”Oh God Gee, so fucking good! Love your fucking mouth.”

Brian was brought back to the harsh reality of what he was doing by Mike grabbing his hair and fucking him harder and faster till he came, filling Brian’s mouth with his salty warm cum. Brian doubled over and gagged and wretched into the puddle in front of him all over his billfold. He heard Matt cry out and looked up to see Gerard drinking down his cum like it was water and he was dying of thirst. Matt was clearly enjoying the feeling and when Gerard finished he sat back on his heels and licked his lips clean.

”So Mike, can he pay you better?”

”Not a fucking chance in hell Gee.”

”I figured not, now finish this so we can go back to the Mansion and I can thank you properly.”

”You got it Gee, can’t wait to get in that tight ass of yours.”

Brian swore he heard Gerard giggle, but it was the last thing he heard as the knife to his throat was shoved into his gut and ripped upwards. He fell forward into his sick and watched the three men walk away before he closed his eyes for the last time.

***Mikey***

”What the fuck Gerard!?”

”What’s wrong Mikey?”

”This, this is what’s wrong, what were you thinking?!”

Michael shoves a telegram in Gerard’s face from the partners at Gates enterprise explaining that Brian was mugged and murdered the other night and that renegotiations are in order until the funeral. Gerard reads it and shrugs and Michael cannot stand it anymore.

”On your knees now!”

Gerard hits the floor of the study. His hands behind his back and his head hung submissively. Michael circles around him and goes into the desk drawer. He pulls out a coil of rope and returns to Gerard. He pulls on his wrists and ties them securely. It may not be as good as Frank could have done it, but Michael is getting better each time he does it. Gerard does not make a sound during this. Michael returns to the desk and now removes one of the floggers. They are made of leather now since there is no need to be concerned with it. Michael rips the back of Gerard’s shirt so that his bare skin is exposed. He positions himself behind his brother and raises the flogger high.

”Now, in between each strike you will tell me exactly what happened, is that clear?”

”Yes Master.”

”Good, now start talking.”

Michael brings the first lashing down.

*crack*

”Ahhh, Haner was trying to rook us in the new proposal.”

”How so?”

*crack*

”H-He put an addendum in paragraph four and five that gave his partners most of the profits.”

”And you knew this how?”

*crack*

”*sseeettthhh* I was able to read between the lines.”

”Did you call him on it?”

*crack*

”*gasp* Y-Y-Y-Yes and I refused to sign.”

”And he said?”

”He said we should be grateful…”

*crack crack*

”Wait for the strike before you answer me!”

”Ahhhghhh!” Yes Master!”

”Now, he said what?”

*crack*

”He said we should be grateful that they are doing business with us considering our personal life.”

”Really? And you had him killed because of this?”

*knock knock*

”Sorry to interrupt Sirs, but Mistress Way is looking for you.”

”Is everything alright Mr. Wentz?”

”Oh yes, it’s just the twins.”

”Ah very well, tell her that Gerard will be right there.”

”Yes Sir, very good Sir.”

Peter left and Michael put the flogger down. He knelt down and unbound his brother. Gerard’s back was scored with marks that were raised and almost bleeding. Michael figures a few more strikes and he would have been.

”Can you get up?”

”I think so.”

Michael helped his brother up and Gerard gingerly straightened his back.

”We will continue this conversation later Gee.”

”Yes Master.”

”Now go tend to my nephews.”

Gerard leaned in a kissed Michael softly and headed out of the room. Michael sat back down at the desk and pulled out the contract that Gerard was supposed to sign on behalf of him three days ago. He looks at the paragraphs that Gerard mentioned and low and behold, there it is. They would have lost thousands and not even known it. Michael smirked. Apparently they underestimated his brother as just another pretty face. Perhaps the punishment was not completely warranted. He would make it up to Gerard tonight though. He would send a message to Lady Way that he would not be returning home just yet and that his brother needed him a few more days. Michael left the study and made his way to the kitchen. There he saw Jimmy presiding over the new head chef. Jimmy was now head of the kitchen and only cooked for Gerard and the twins.

”Jimmy.”

”Ah Master Way, What can I do for you?”

”Those elocution lessons of my brother's are coming along nicely I see, or rather hear.”

”Yes, Master McCracken-Iero is very good to me.”

”Ugh, please Jimmy, just call him Gee around me.”

”Yes Sir.”

”So, I kind of fucked up and need you to fix something special for me.”

”Punished him for no reason again?”

”Am I that transparent?”

”No, but it is the only time you ask me personally to cook.”

”Right, so can you fix it and have it brought to my room tonight?”

”Donna worry…I mean do not worry Sir, it will be the finest strawberry tart that he ever had.”

”Thanks Jimmy.”

”No problem Master Way.”

***Jamia***

”Shh shh shh, he will be here in a moment, calm down Edward.”

”Frightened again?”

”Yes and as always, he wants his mother.”

”Pass him to me.”

Gerard walked into the room stiffly and Jamia could tell he was in a lot of pain. Still it did not stop him from cradling his infant son. Jamia handed Edward to Gerard and then went to pick up Anthony. Gerard gingerly settled into the rocking chair and cuddled the boy until he was babbling and smiling. Jamia could not help but smile as well. Gerard was so good with them. He was their mother in every sense of the word. She remembered her and Michael holding his hands when the doctor did the surgery to remove them from his body. After the initial shock of realizing that Gerard was a man who was pregnant, Michael went and poured through Robert’s father’s journal and discovered that the contest was a sort of curse within the family, that twins are born to the woman and the feud and contest begins again with the next generation. The conclusion he came to was that even though Gerard was a man, he was the woman in the contest so therefore it was his lot to bring the next generation into the world. During the pregnancy, Gerard was careful in what he ate and how he cared for his body. He was actually excited and not scared at all. He considered it a blessing to have a part of each man that he loved growing inside of him. He admitted to both her and Michael that he was not going to be able to choose between them. He loved both Robert and Frank fiercely, and their children in turn. Although they are only a few months old, it is easy to see that each child takes after their father. Anthony has large eyes and dark brown/black hair that almost covers his ears. Edward had blond hair that is fine with well defined cheek bones. Both have their mother’s porcelain skin tone. As Jamia approaches Gerard, Anthony reaches out for him as well. Gerard laughs and scoots Edward over so that he can make room in his other arm for him. She carefully lays him in the crook and then sits on the bed as Gerard rocks them both. He winces again and Jamia sighs.

”Did he listen this time?”

”No, but when does he ever?”

”You know what that means right?”

”Yup, Jimmy is making me a strawberry tart and he is sending a message to Alicia.”

”You are too good to him Gerard.”

”He is my little brother and after all he loves me as well as you too.”

”Yes, well he may be my Master, but you are still my husband.”

”It sounds like you have gotten used to the title now.”

”It still feels a little strange, but at least no one questions when we are in town.”

”I still feel like we used you to cover this mysterious yet wondrous gift.”

”You did, but I am alright with it. I escaped servitude because of you both.”

”Was I that bad to you that you needed to escape?”

”No, not at all, but if you passed on, I would be moved to the next generation and so forth till I died. This way I get to watch the next generation grow up as an equal to them.”

”You know that I never thought of you as a servant, but a friend during the contest. I would have never survived it without you Jamia.”

”You flatter me dear, but I think I got the better end of the deal Master McCracken-Iero.”

”Yes and the easier name, God it is such a mouthful.”

”Yes, Mistress Way is much easier to say in an introduction.”

”But it was important for legal matters Gee.”

Jamia looks up and sees Michael at the door. She nods and he tentatively walks in. His head is hung a little and Jamia knows that he is sorry for punishing his brother without listening to him first. Michael has a bad habit of jumping to conclusions when he is stressed out. He comes around to the front and looks with fondness at Gerard rocking with his nephews. Gerard smiles at him and then winces as he shifts wrong and his back tightens. Michael drops to his knees.

”Oh man Gee, I am so sorry and…”

”Mikey shut up and take Edward from me. Anthony needs a change.”

Michael obeys and takes Edward in his arms. Edward seems to know that Michael carries the same scent as his mom and he settles back down right away. Jamia takes Anthony so that Gerard can remove himself from the chair. As Gerard rises and goes over to the changing table, Jamia gasps now that she can see the damage to his back. The slats on the rocking chair have made it worse and some of the welts had torn open from the motion. As he changes Anthony, Jamia dips a cloth in the water basin and carefully runs it over his back. She turns to look at Michael, but he is looking down in shame.

”With all due respect Master, this was really uncalled for, especially since you did not listen to him first.”

”You are out of line Whore, but not incorrect.“

”Thank you Master and I will take my punishment later for being insubordinate.”

”There we go, all nice and clean again. My little Frankie.”

Jamia smiles as Gerard lifts his son in the air and the infant giggles. He does not even pay attention to the pain in his back, he is too busy soaking up the happiness of his child. He then hands Anthony over to Michael and takes Edward from him. He checks him and even though he is still clean, he wipes him down anyway and gives him a fresh cloth.

”Smile for me Bertie.”

Edward smiles and grabs at Gerard’s thumb and pulls it into his mouth. He suckles on it and sighs. Gerard in turn sighs contentedly.

*knock knock*

”Pardon me, but supper is ready and the rest of the guests have arrived.”

”Thank you Peter.”

”You’re welcome Sir.”

”Peter…”

”Sorry, it takes getting used to Gerard.”

”That’s better. I just want you to use my name with the family okay?”

”Yes S..Gerard.”

”Good, please tell everyone we will be down momentarily.”

***Gerard***

”I want to thank you all for coming tonight and sharing with us in this solemn occasion. Tonight marks the anniversary of the death of my husband Master Robert Edward McCracken. It was only a few weeks before that we found out that Robert had a younger sibling taken from him after birth. Master Frank Anthony Iero was only in our lives a short time, but he made a great impact on us all. When I married Robert in the small family ceremony, Frank was there as witness. We became family then and were very happy until the fateful day when Robert had his life cut short by a health issue that was unknown to us. It was bad luck that Frank had been mugged and killed, much like the late Master Haner of recent departure, for the paltry sum in his billfold. Those criminals will be brought to justice, my brother and I will see to it personally.”

There was a mummer through the guests about this recent news before Gerard cleared his throat and continued.

”Although two young lives were struck down in their prime, God is his wisdom brought two more lives to replace them. Although some frowned upon my recent nuptials so soon after the death of my husband and brother in law, it was the right thing to do. I sought my grief with one of our long time servants and dishonored her as well as Robert’s memory. It was proper to marry her afterwards and I believe my gift for doing the noble thing was the birth of my twin sons. Mistress Way is a wonderful addition to our growing family and I welcome her with an open heart.”

At that point Jamia stepped up to Gerard and kissed his cheek lightly. He grasped her hand and linked their fingers.

”When the family was separate we were victims in different ways, weak and fragile. Now that we have come together we are stronger and a force to be revered and feared to cross. I have honored both my husband and his brother by naming my children after them. Edward Robert and Anthony Frank will carry on their spirit when Mistress Way and I depart this earth. A toast to the strong spirit of my children. May the cycle of family and strength continue for generations to come.”

Everyone raised their glass and Gerard looked over his shoulder at his brother with his wife. He was smiling and nodding in agreement. He looked down at Jamia and smiled as he kissed the top of her head. Along the wall Peter and Jimmy had their own glasses along with the rest of the household servants. Gerard told Jimmy and Peter that he wanted them to be part of the celebration as well. The servants had their own feast in the kitchen as the family and guests sat in the main dining hall who ate, drank, and discussed current events. Gerard sat opposite of Michael at the head of the table where Robert once sat. He thought fondly of him as well as Frank, who deserved to be at the head as well. Gerard sighed, his life was so empty without them, yet it was full with everyone else in it. He ate a salad made from the fresh vegetables in the garden. He took a sip of the wine from Frank’s, now his, vineyard, he caught a glimpse of Matt and Mike sitting down by Michael. He raised his glass to them and they did the same and Matt winked at him. Gerard blushed and quickly looked down at his food. He heard Mike chuckle and saw a slight movement as they bumped shoulders. Gerard giggled under his breath and Jamia nudged him with her thigh. He looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. She now laughed and he joined in quietly.

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”I have to get back you know, they will be waking up soon.”

”I know, just a few more minutes.”

”You didn’t have to you know?”

”I know, but I wanted to and I wanted you to know that I was really sorry I did not listen to you.”

Gerard lifted his head and looked up at Michael. The moonlight was coming through the open curtains and it made his skin glow. He scooted up from his chest to rest his head on his brother’s shoulder. Michael circled his arms around Gerard and warmed his slightly chilled body. The fire had decreased to embers and there was a slight draft in the place. Gerard got out of bed and grabbed his robe. He tied his sash and padded over to the fire place to stoke the flame a bit. He added a log or two and the flame sprang to life once again. He put the poker back and looked up. Mikey was leaning against the headboard watching him.

”Come here please.”

Gerard obeyed and crossed to Michael’s side of the bed. He sat down and Michael pulled him into his chest. Gerard sighed and settled in a bit. He was about to say something when a faint cry was heard from the hall. He looked at Michael, but Michael was shaking his head a smiling.

”Go, they need their mom.”

”I may not be back tonight.”

”It’s okay, my Whore will keep me company if I need it.”

”Hey, that’s my wife you are talking about.”

”Yeah I know, crazy huh?”

”Yeah it is.”

Michael reached across to the night table and grabbed the partially eaten strawberry tart. Jimmy had outdone himself as always.

”Here, just in case you get hungry while feeding them.”

”Thanks Mikey, I love you.”

”I love you too Gee.”

They shared a sweet kiss and then Gerard got up and left. He saw a half asleep Peter waiting for him by the nursery.

”Sorry Peter.”

”*yawn* No trouble Gerard, just they are getting antsy now.”

”Yeah I can hear. I got it from here, thanks.”

”No *yawn* problem Gerard.”

Gerard took the warmed bottles of milk from Peter and watched as he half asleep went back down the stairs. He opened the door to Robert’s old room and went in.

The nursery had been redecorated since the two loves of his life passed on in here. Some questioned why he would choose to have the children stay in the same room a death took place, but Gerard told them that he could feel Robert’s presence in there and that he was protecting the children. If anything he could feel Frank’s more. Where the four poster bed was there were two bassinets for the infants. Cribs were being built for when they got older. On the wall above each bed was a portrait painted of each father by Gerard himself. They hung over the child named after them. Gerard walked up to Edward's bed and lifted him out carefully. Anthony was still sleeping, but he would wake up soon. He fed Edward as he gazed out the window at the night sky. The moon was on the other side of the house where Michael’s room was, but the sky was clear and the stars shone brightly. Edward finished his bottle and Gerard carefully burped him. Just as he settled him back down, Anthony woke up. He did the same routine with the small boy, but instead of looking out the window he watched his father’s portrait. Frank did not exactly smile in the portrait, but it was that trademark smirk instead that use to drive Gerard crazy. Gerard had drawn some of his ink markings in the picture. He was proud to have some of them to match. After the children were born, he had the scar covered up by having Mike create markings following the carvings that Frank placed in his skin. He now had the swallows on his stomach as well as the pistols on his back. The initials are permanently on the inside of each thigh and the hanged man runs up his thigh. The final marking is the angel wings on his back, the last gift Frank gave him. Gerard will often stand naked in front of the mirror in his room and examine the markings. Sometimes Jamia will join him or Michael if he is there for the day. They both know how important they are to Gerard and they respect him for it. When Anthony finished, Gerard tucks him in and quietly leaves the room. He heads to the stairs and faintly hears moaning coming from Michael’s room. He smiles knowing that Jamia is in good hands.

”Good night you two.”

Gerard speaks quietly to the air and blows a kiss their way. He makes his way down and moves past the dining room. He heads down the Eastern Hallway and opens the door to Frank’s room. It is still kept the way he left it. Gerard takes some of the musk oil that Frank wore and sprinkles it on the bed. Normally he slept in his own room across from the nursery, but tonight he wanted to sleep here. Jamia would understand and the handle the boys in the morning for him. Gerard climbs into the bed and breathes in the scent. It brings memories flooding back of him and Frank in this room. He alternates between crying and laughing at the memories. His tears soak the pillow, but his laughter fills the room. The place where the window was is now covered by the portrait that Gerard painted after his rape. After Frank passed, Gerard found the painting hidden in his room. Gerard was surprised that Frank had taken it, but he realized that the portrait was of him after all. He was the figure crouched over the grave pulling Gerard to safety. In many ways Frank saved Gerard from an ordinary life and showed him an alternative that he didn’t even know existed. The life he lived now felt right and he could feel Frank still touching it in different ways. He had loved Robert, but Frank was the one that had the place in his heart.

”You helped me to be strong Master. Because of you I have overcome so much and survived the heartache of losing you. One day perhaps we will meet again, but until then, I will carry on your memory.”

Gerard closed his eyes and fell asleep with the warm memories of Frank in his head and a song in his heart.

”We'll carry on, we'll carry on.

And though you're dead and gone, believe me,

Your memory will carry on,

We’ll carry on we’ll carry on.

And though you're broken and defeated,

Your weary widow marches on.”

Welcome To The Black Parade~Frank and Robert.

Notes

When I originally wrote this, it was supposed to be it. There was to be no more of the best fic i ever wrote. Then around December of last year I was talking to my betas and we were discussing what would have happened to Gerard's children. Would the curse continue?

The more we talked about it, the more we liked the idea. So on Feb. 8th, one year to the day I put up the first chapter, I put up the epilogue.

Just wanted you to know that this isn't over yet. ^-^

Thank you so much for reading up until here though, I know it has been an emotional roller coaster, but the ride ain't over yet folks so strap in and continue to enjoy. ^-^