House Wife

***Spencer***

"I thought you said this was going to be easy!"

Spencer sat on the floor of Gerard and Frank's bedroom surrounded by wooden pieces, screws, nuts, and tools they had no idea how to even use. What made them think that they would be able to put this vanity together without their husbands.

"Let's just give up Gee baby, please?"

Gerard huffed, shaking his head sternly.

"You really wanna give up already? We finally laid everything out!"

He whined, grabbing the allen wrench and fiddled with it.

"Do you even know what to stick that in!?"

Spencer watched as Gerard turned the directions upside down thinking that it was the French side.

"Gee, please, can we just wait for the boys to get back?"

He smirked and pushed some of the wood pieces out of the way.

"I can make it worth your while."

Gerard faux gasped, pressing his hand to his chest in shock.

"You really think you can pull that on me, Mrs. Wentz?"

"Oh, and I can do more than pull."

Spencer crawled into Gerard's lap and pressed his face into his neck. He ran his tongue up to his ear and nibbled on the earlobe. He whispered with bated breath.

”Why don't you show me what tool you like to work with and let me see if it fits instead."

Gerard giggled and wrapped his arms around his friend’s waist. "

"If the guys show up, and see us you know they'll get jealous and want in, right?"

"Oh Pete wants in anyway. Wouldn't matter whether he caught us or not. I swear he is still jerking off to the fun we had on the boat trip in the summer. I am sure he has tried to convince Frank to do it again."

Gerard nuzzled the crook of Spencer's neck, and let out a breathy laugh.

"So persistent, isn't he? If Frank says yes I'm down. Your husband’s cock is grade A, Spence."

Gerard was getting excited just thinking about it.

"Well I have to agree with you there, but I think yours is pretty amazing too and right now, Pete is not here, but you are."

Spencer reached down and palmed Gerard through his lounge pants. With the thin material, it was not long till he was tenting in them pretty well.

"Mmm, Gee baby, I think you would be more comfortable if you were in something more comfortable... like me."

Gerard was just about to do just that, but his attention was stolen by Spencer's cell going off.

"Gonna get that?"

***Gerard***

Spencer huffed and climbed off of Gerard. He grabbed his hoodie and pulled his phone out.

"Pete if this is you, I am going to fuck you up for what you just interrup... oh, hey Ryan!"

Spencer smiled from ear to ear. He began to converse and giggle at the person on the other line. Gerard rose a brow at how Spencer was talking to this 'Ryan'... He usually only talked to Gerard like that.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but... We were in the middle of something."

Gerard knew he sounded snobbish. He wanted nothing more than to snatch Spencer's phone out of his hand and end the call abruptly, but he knew he shouldn't. Even he wasn't that rude.

"Oh man, sorry Gee baby, Ryan just got back from Europe and this is the first time I have heard from him all summer."

Spencer turned his back on Gerard and continued to talk to Ryan, laughing and smiling in a way that only Gerard used to see.

"Oh, well yeah, I don’t see why not and hey, you're good at handy stuff, let me ask."

Spencer pulled away from the phone and turned back to Gerard smiling. Fuck, he was practically glowing.

"Hey Gee baby, Ryan is close by in town. Can he come over? He can help us out with the vanity, he is very handy with tools."

Spencer arched an eyebrow at this statement.

Gerard shrugged, rolling his eyes.

"Sure, okay... Whatever."

Spencer missed the sarcasm in his voice as he turned back to the phone.

"Yeah, he said alright. I can't wait to see you too Ry. Mmm hmm, missed you too baby. Loves, bye."

Spencer hung up the phone and sighed as he leaned against the wall.

"Wait till you meet him Gee baby. You are going to love him.”

"Is he hot?"

Gerard flicked his fringe out of his eyes.

"Mmmm, you could say that. He has this boyish face that does not seem to age. Gee, the things he can do with his tongue, oh my God!"

Gerard giggled.

"God, Spence... Let me see the kid first."

It was not long after that they heard the doorbell. Spencer squealed and ran out of the bedroom then down the stairs. Gerard followed him, but he was no match. Gerard made it to the top of the stairs as Spencer tore open the door ahead of Charles.

"Ry baby!"

"Jamie, my love."

Gerard bristled to hear Spencer’s middle name. He watched as the two men embraced and felt the heat of jealousy rising to the surface. Spencer took Ryan's hand and walked him through the living room to the bottom of the stairs. He looked up at Gerard and smiled.

"Gee baby, meet Ryan Fuchon. Ry, this is the famous Gerard Iero."

Ryan let go of Spencer hand and bowed with his arms out while smiling brightly.

"My lady, it is an honor to meet you."

Gerard smiled weakly.

"Nice to meet you too. I can't believe we've never met before."

He really hated to admit it, but Ryan was so cute and charming.

Ryan stood up and brought his hands together with his fingers laced. He cracked his knuckles and shook them out.

"Now ladies, why don't you show me this pesky vanity that has you all upset, and let me see if I cannot tame it into submission."

Ryan smirked when he said this and Spencer blushed.

"I can tell you something that you can tame Ry."

"Why Spencer Wentz, this is no time to be thinking with your cock. Come on, lead the way Mrs. Iero."

Gerard laughed then took Ryan and Spencer's arm. He showed them upstairs to his bedroom, and untangled himself from their limbs once they were in.

"Work your magic. God knows Spencer and I are the worst at this kinda thing."

Gerard chuckled, plopping down on his bed. Ryan looked at the mess on the floor. He picked up the directions and crumbled them into a ball. He dropped them on his foot and hackisacked it into the garbage can near Gerard's side of the bed. He then picked up the allen wrenches.

"Stupid pieces of shit. Waste of fucking time."

He tossed them into the garbage as well like he was dunking a basketball. He then picked up the screwdriver and twirled it in his fingers like a baton.

"Well now, let's get to work shall we?"

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It was more beautiful than it looked in the catalog. It took Ryan less than an hour to completely assemble the vanity, including the mirror, and set in it the location that Gerard wanted it in the bedroom. Ryan was sweating when he was working and had been without a shirt for the last fifteen minutes. He did not look like your typical House Wife either. He had muscle definition, and Spencer could not stop staring when they flexed as he worked the different tools that were needed to put the piece of furniture together.

"So ladies, there you go. Now what?"

"Thanks a bunch, Ryan."

Gerard mentally slapped himself.

"Oh, y'know what? I forgot to ask you... Would you like a drink?"

Poor Ryan must've been parched.

"Thanks sweetheart, I could definitely go for something wet sliding down my throat right about now."

Gerard winked at him and then pushed Spencer in his direction.

"Spence can take care of that. I'll get make us some screwdrivers."

He giggled, starting to leave the bedroom. Gerard was quick with making the drinks, and when he came back up he kicked the door open gently then set the tray of drinks on his new vanity.

"Stop fooling around and come get your beverages."

Gerard scolded the two men making out on his and Frank's bed. Honestly, he didn't want them to stop, but they needed to have a celebratory drink. Gerard smiled as the men joined him, and he held his drink in the air.

"To Ryan and his handy skills."

Ryan smirked at Gerard's bravado.

"Oh honey, you have no idea how handy I can be."

After taking a sip of his drink he put it down, and began to walk towards Gerard, causing Gerard to step back till he was against the wall. Ryan brought a hand up to Gerard's face then ran one finger down his cheek.

"Would you like me to show you?"

Spencer quickly put his drink down, stepped up to Ryan, grabbed his hand, and pulled it and Ryan away from Gerard.

"Ah ah ah Ry, you can look, but you can't touch. Frankie does not share Gerard with just anyone."

Ryan pouted and huffed.

"Not fair, I wanted a taste. So who is going to pay me for my services then?"

Now it was Spencer's turn to smirk. He moved around to the front of Ryan, and touched his bottom lip with his finger.

"I said you can't touch him, but you can watch."

Spencer turned from Ryan to face Gerard. He took Ryan's place and pushed against Gerard, running a hand down his chest.

"So Gee baby, shall we give the hardworking man a show?"

Gerard looked between Spencer and Ryan with a smirk on his face. He grabbed Spencer by his jaw aggressively, and pulled him into a hard kiss that quickly escalated into a heated make out session. He could feel Ryan's eyes on them and that made everything so much hotter. He couldn't believe how turned on he was becoming from being watched by a House Wife he'd just met today. Spencer's thigh found his bulge, and he moaned out against Spencer's lips.

"God, you two are hot together!"

Ryan swallowed hard. Speaking of hard, he certainly was. He caught Gerard's gaze over Spencer's shoulder and raised his eyebrows at him, like Frank does. He stepped up and pressed himself into Spencer's back causing him to moan into Gerard's neck and bite down.

"I may not be able to touch you, but I can certainly touch him and if he happens to be touching you at the same time, well then we are all happy aren't we."

Spencer came up from where he buried his head.

"We really need to move this to the bed now. I need to get fucked."

***Frank***

"Fuckkkk!"

Pete shouted, hopping out of the limo as Louis opened the door for him.

"That meeting fucking dragged, didn't it?"

Frank stretched his arms cracking his elbows in the process.

"Yeah, but it is for a good cause. After all the bullshit that kids go through in school with bullying, it is important to get the word out about them and The Tune Outs are big into it. I am so glad they said they would do it."

Frank laughed and elbowed Pete lightly in the ribs.

"It also helped that they found out that Wentz Catering was in charge of the food. I think they would have agreed to perform for a pissing contest if they got to eat your food."

"Psssh... says you."

Pete smirked, elbowing Frank right back.

"I wonder what our wives are up to...?"

Pete's smirk grew larger as they entered through the front door.

"Well, I know that Gee got the vanity he saw online delivered so maybe they are setting it up?"

Frank had to chuckle about that. Gerard was handy in the kitchen, with the kids, and definitely in the bedroom, but with furniture? He could not see that.

"Setting it up? You mean... Gerard and Spencer are..."

He trailed off. No. That didn't sound right at all.

"Dude, we gotta go up there and see that shit. There's no fucking way that thing is being built by those two girly girls."

Pete laughed, charging for the staircase. Frank laughed at Pete's enthusiasm and ran up the stairs too, but stopped short when he ran into Pete's back. He was just shy of the door.

"Hey Pete what gives? Why did you..."

Frank heard it then, It was a low moan and it was the voice of Spencer. Then came the sound of his wife groaning and he started to smile until he heard a voice he did not know.

"Christ, keep fucking doing that Gee!"

Frank growled low in his throat. Someone else was in his bedroom with his wife.

"Whoa... Is that... Ryan?"

Pete whispered, looking at Frank.

"I didn't know he knew Gerard."

Pete peeked his eye in the crack in the door.

"We need to get in on this."

Frank grabbed Pete and hauled him across the hallway into his study. He pushed Pete into the chair and blocked him from leaving.

"The only thing we have to do, meaning you, is explain to me who the fuck is Ryan and why he is with my wife! I do not share Peter and you know this! I made an exception for Spencer because I understand, and every once in a while I let you join in because you understand the rules, but you know my number one rule... No one touches my property!"

Frank pushed Pete away hard enough to make the chair roll across the room from the desk. He ran a hand through his hair. He could still hear the noises of ecstasy through the walls. He could not believe that Gerard would just let someone else touch him like that, and that Spencer did not try to stop him! Frank's only thought process is that they all have to be drunk. He muttered out loud about it.

"If they are, I will throw all the fucking alcohol out of the house, after I do the same to this Ryan fuck head!"

Pete stared at his best friend, wide eyed.

"Ryan isn't touching him... Man, you flip out way too soon. Check it out for yourself. Go ahead. Take a peek drama queen."

Frank was about to retort when the noise level from the other room grew again. Frank huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fine, but if I do not like what I see, Ryan is going to have a hard time seeing with two black eyes and a broken cock."

Frank walked across the hall and took a deep breath in as he approached the door. He opened it up a crack and took a peek. Frank gasped at the scene before him. He had a side view of his wife fucking Spencer and the other guy, Ryan, was all over Spencer, but he was not touching Gerard. Not even his hands. Gerard's hands remained on Spencer's hips digging in clearly, but Ryan had one hand on Spencer's cock and the other around his neck.

"Fuck Jamie, you look so hot with Gee's cock inside. You're just begging to be fucked aren’t you."

"Fuck yes Ry, oh God Gee baby, faster, harder please!"

Pete came up behind Frank he leaned over him and Frank could feel his cock against his leg.

"Let's get our asses in there... Like right now."

He was practically drooling as the sounds from the bedroom continued to pour out through the slightly open door. Frank was still frozen. He had never seen Gerard with Spencer before. Even in the group sex that they had with Pete, he and Pete have always been the tops. He was not sure how to handle this situation.

"Not this way, come on, I have an idea."

Frank grabbed Pete and dragged him protesting down the stairs. They got to the bottom and Frank shouted up.

"HEY BABY, I’M BACK AND I BROUGHT PETE WITH ME. HOPE YOU'RE DECENT BECAUSE WE'RE COMING UP."

Frank looked at Pete who had a puzzled look on his face.

"This way if they want to be 'caught' it will be their choice. Remember Gerard is used to being punished for doing what he wants. I don’t want to ruin the moment for him."

Pete nodded in understanding. Meanwhile, Frank waited to see if they would get an answer before ascending the stairs.

***Gerard***

Frank's voice boomed through his ears as he came hard inside his friend.

"F-fuck..."

Gerard gasped, pulling out of Spencer.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

He sat up quickly. He had no idea why he was freaking out... Well, maybe because his husband was home and he was fucking his friend with a man he'd just met today watching them. He didn't know how that would sit with Frank, It could either go very, very wrong or just right. No in between for this situation. Spencer was a wreck, but even he could tell that Gerard was freaking out. He pushed away from Ryan and turned to Gerard pulling him to his chest.

"Gee, easy easy, relax, fuck I can't believe I can move after that. We were not breaking any rules remember? Ryan did not touch you at all and you did not touch him. Just chill."

Spencer got up wincing a little. He shook it off, and went to Gerard and Frank's closet. He grabbed three robes and tossed one to Ryan. He took one then put it on, and then he helped Gerard put on the other. Gerard was shaking a bit and Spencer asked Ryan to sooth him. He then tied his sash and went out to greet the boys.

"Who is that I hear yelling to wake the dead out here?"

Frank smirked when he saw Spencer. He had that freshly fucked look and he had the telltale slight limp of a good fuck too. Frank could not help but smile. Spencer was clearly doing damage control. He knew that Gerard would freak out. He mentally congratulated himself for doing this instead of barging in.

"Well hey there sunshine. You and Gerard having fun?"

"Mmmm, you could say that. Hey big daddy."

Pete chuckled as he made his way up the stairs, and embraced his wife.

"Do I look like Howard to you?"

Spencer smirked and played with Pete's tie.

"No, that is why I called you 'big' daddy."

"Oh shit, that's harsh."

"Yeah, well you've seen Pete, you tell me if I’m wrong."

Frank chuckled and continued down the hall with Pete and Spencer hand in hand behind him. He stopped at the bedroom door and walked in. Gerard was sitting on the bed looking nervous as hell, his skin was flush from the sex that he had just engaged in too. The other guy was sitting there filing his fucking nails.

"Hey baby, I see you got the vanity together."

Gerard released a nervous chuckle and shook his head.

"All thanks to Ryan here."

Frank looked over at the boy next to his wife. He was now looking at his nails as they shined in the light. He stood up and presented his hand with a limp wrist.

"Hey there, I'm Ryan Fuchon. Wife of the famous French Painter, and occasional fuck toy for Pete and Spencer."

Frank stood in shock at the introduction he gave. He looked at Gerard, but Gerard was just as shocked. He looked back at Ryan who still held his hand out. Frank barked out a laugh and then took the boy's hand and kissed it. Ryan stepped into his personal space and kissed both cheeks. He then pushed past Frank and went into Pete's arms. Pete pulled the boy in, and kissed him passionately.

"You taste like my Spence. Delicious."

Gerard looked at Frank, batting his lashes at him innocently. He caught his husband’s eye, and something sparked. Something good. Thank goodness. Frank ignored the scene behind him and knelt down in front of Gerard.

"I missed you baby. You look good. Did you and Spencer have a hard time with the vanity?"

Gerard nodded then pulled Frank's hands to his thighs, and he spread them slightly. He giggled, winking.

"We got distracted."

Frank kneaded the supple flesh now under his hand. It still had the slightly blushed color from his and Spencer's tryst.

"Oh? Distracted huh? But I see it is together now, so it cannot have been much of a distraction."

Frank leaned in and brushed his nose lightly against Gerard's neck nuzzling him and breathing in the scent of sex from his skin.

"Mmm..."

Was all Gerard could say as Frank inhaled near the sensitive spot on the crook of his neck. Frank licked the area enjoying feeling his wife shudder under him. He still wanted an answer though. He reached up and whispered in his ear as he moved his hand from the top of his thigh to the inside.

"You didn't answer me baby, how did the vanity get put together?"

Frank made it clear that he would stop if Gerard did not use words.

"R-Ryan... H-he did it all."

Gerard stammered, his eyes landed on Ryan who was now paying attention to him and Frank. Spencer was leaning on Pete's shoulder as he held Ryan in the other arm. The three of them were fixated on how easily Gerard succumbed to Frank's touch. Ryan whispered something into Pete's ear.

"Oh yeah, Frankie has always been that good. Ask Spencer."

Ryan looked at Spencer and asked the same question.

"I have to say that even with Pete, I do not melt as fast as I do when Frankie touches me. It is as if he knows what your body wants before you do and..."

The air was suddenly filled with a long low moan spilling from Gerard's mouth as in the split second that they had looked away, Frank had gone down on Gerard. Gerard's hands were tangled in Frank’s hair and he was tugging on his husband’s locks for dear life. He completely blocked everyone else out. The only thing he can focus on is Frank’s wet, warm mouth all over his cock.

"Well, I say, they do put on a good show don't they?"

Pete could feel Ryan rubbing against his thigh, his cock growing hard as they continued to watch what was going on. He felt Ryan sink to his knees as Spencer undid the buckle on his pants. He kissed his wife as Ryan finished the rest then pulled Pete's cock out. He engulfed it in his mouth as Spencer continued to kiss him. The room was filled with the sounds of both Frank and Ryan lavishing attention on their prospective interests. Gerard finally diverted his attention to the other men and smirked.

"Oh god, guys..."

Gerard gnawed down on his bottom lip to stifle his moans. He released Frank’s hair and urged his husband off of his cock.

"Get naked."

Gerard was urgently, tugging up Frank's dress shirt. Frank began to remove his jacket with Gerard's help. He loosened his tie and pulled it off. He looked at it and then wiggled his eyebrows at Gerard. Frank knocked Gerard back, looped the tie around his wrists, and tightened it down. He then untied Gerard's sash leaving him completely exposed. He felt someone press against his back, and when the hand that covered his chest had a bright blue diamond ring on it, he knew who it was.

"Awww Frankie, are you unwrapping a present for yourself?"

"Yeah Spencer, what do you think?"

Spencer crossed in front of Frank, and bent over, crawling on the bed. He sat on Gerard’s chest and removed his own robe exposing his creamy back to Frank.

"I think he needs a gag too. Hey Gee baby, can you think of anything you would like to be gagged with?"

Spencer hit Gerard in the face twice with his cock. Gerard whined and opened his mouth willingly. He couldn't believe this was happening again... Actually, yes he can. They were all too horny for their own good, but this time was different. Ryan was there and Gerard was excited to see how far they'll take it. Frank was riveted, watching Gerard take Spencer in. Spencer leaned forward on all fours and began to thrust his hips forward.

"Hey Frankie, I could use some assistance here."

Frank turned around and saw Ryan going to town on Pete's cock. He stepped up cautiously avoiding Ryan.

"It looks like you are already being taken care of Petey."

Pete looked at where Frank was standing and pulled him in closer. He grabbed Frank's hand and placed it on Ryan's head.

"Relax Frankie. Fuchon put me in charge of Ryan while he is abroad. He knows that I would never put Ryan in any danger, and he is a believer in sharing like me. Besides, Ryan is really good at this, not as good as you of course, but..."

At that comment Ryan pulled off Pete and pouted.

"Hey, what is that supposed to mean Lewie?"

"Lewie?"

"Yeah, Ryan has a thing for middle names as a term of endearment."

"Lewie, you did not answer me."

Pete looked down at Ryan and cupped his chin lightly.

"Sorry Ry, but Frankie here is the best, hands down."

Ryan stood up and folded his arms against his chest.

"I find that hard to believe. Care to put your money where your mouth is Mr. Iero?"

Frank smirked.

"I am always up for proving my skill set. Shall we go to the bed?"

Pete led Ryan to the bed with his still hard cock sticking out of his pants. Frank had Ryan lay down in the space above where Gerard was in a T shape. He pulled open his robe and whistled.

"Well that is an impressive looked piece you have there."

Ryan smiled and rested his hands behind his head to elevate a bit.

"Let's see yours then."

Frank opened his pants up and pulled his cock out and Ryan gasped.

Gerard gagged around Spencer and his eyes watered.

"Fuck..."

He groaned as Spencer pulled out of his mouth.

"Someone... Please just fuck me already... Peter."

Gerard called out as Spencer turned around and took Gerard into his mouth.

"I thought you would never ask babe."

Pete finished removing his suit and stood in front of Gerard. Frank handed him the warming lube.

"Thanks Frankie."

"No problem Petey, now if you will excuse, me I need to teach a little boy how a man does it."

Frank crawled up on the bed then turned his body so that he was faced with Ryan's cock, and Ryan with his.

"Ready Ryan?"

"You bet."

"On the count of three, one two..."

Frank did not finish the count as he plunged down on Ryan's cock to the base. Ryan cried out and Pete smirked.

"No contest there. Spencer love, finish getting Gee ready for me won't you?"

Spencer took the flavored warming lube and spread some on his fingers and then his tongue. He worked his way down and used both on Gerard. Gerard's hips flew up and he moaned loudly.

"F-fuck, Spence... fffuuucckkk."

Spencer finished prepping him, and came up for air only to be kissed by Pete, who licked all the lube off his face. The whole time Pete had been stroking his cock slowly with the lube as he watched Ryan attempt to best Frank, and gratefully fail as he cried out and came. Frank pulled off of him and smiled triumphantly.

"Game, set, match."

"*pant pant* Fuck you! Oh *gasp* my *wheeze* God, that was just... I need..."

Spencer pulled away from Gerard then moved to where Frank and Ryan were.

"Hey Frankie, how about I fuck Ry and you fuck me?"

"I am always up to getting in that tight ass of yours Spencer."

Spencer blushed at the compliment but then his attention was slightly caught as Gerard gasped out when Pete pushed into him slowly.

***Pete***

"P-Pete... Oh god. Don't be gentle, okay?"

Gerard ground against Pete's gentle, deep thrusts.

"Mmmm, you got it babe."

Pete gripped Gerard tightly around the waist, and lifted him off the bed. He sat in his place, and kept him on his lap. He fucked up into him and Gerard looped his tied hands around Pete's neck. The sounds of Frank, his wife, and Ryan filled the room along with the sound of skin on skin.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Gerard panted, pressing his face into the crook of Pete's shoulder.

"R-right there, b-baby."

Gerard gasped and puckered his lips along Pete's jaw. He trailed moist kisses along the older man’s scruffy chin and cheek until his mouth connected with his. Pete could feel that a spark was running through Gerard’s entire body. Gerard tore his lips from Pete's and threw his head back, exposing his sweaty, pale throat.

"You have no idea how good you look right now babe. All slicked up with sweat, you're fucking glowing."

Pete moved Gerard's hands from his neck and untied them. He then reclined himself so that his head was on Ryan's stomach, and he could see Spencer fucking him fast as Frank plowed into him. Pete looked back up as Gerard sat up tall, glistening in the low lamp light of the room. He placed his hands on Pete's chest and used them to push off, really riding him now. Gerard giggled in between moans as he looked down at Pete's red face and open mouth. He even had sweat dripping down his forehead.

"So fucking hot, Pete... Fuck yeah."

Pete gripped his hips tightly and met each thrust that Gerard gave him. It was that moment that he realized that he had broken Frank's and his agreement of using protection. He looked over at Frank who had his head thrown back and his mouth open. His eyes were tightly shut as he slammed into Spencer, making Spencer cry out each time. He noticed through movements that Frank had forgotten too. Well fuck it, he knew that he was clean, and had nothing to worry about with the man that was currently making it hard for him to have any coherent thoughts. So Pete turned his attention back, and put everything he had into his little song bird.

"Mmm Babe, fuck you look... Hang on."

Pete tightened his grip and flipped Gerard over again onto his hands and knees. He let Gerard crawl up the bed a bit and then pushed back in. He now had a view of Spencer kissing Ryan, their tongues intertwining. Spencer broke the kiss from Ryan and turned to kiss Gerard. Gerard lifted a hand off the bed and pushed his hand into Spencer's hair. Ryan leaned in again, and the kiss became a three way. At this point Pete was sure that Frank did not care about Ryan touching Gerard. Gerard was losing it now. He closed his eyes tightly and came all over his sheets, moaning and groaning, and still pressing back against Pete's thrusts against his spot.

"Oh god."

Gerard gasped, dropping his face into Ryan’s body as he rode out his orgasm.

"Oh fuck me nnngghhaaa!"

Spencer came hard in Ryan and followed just as quickly by Frank. The three collapsed into a sweaty pile. Pete was still thrusting away in Gerard having started last. In everything, he noticed that Ryan was still hard, and had not cum yet. Spencer had pulled out already and was arched up kissing Frank. Pete looked down at Gerard and grabbed him by the hair not missing a thrust.

"Hey babe, poor Ry has not gotten off yet. Why don’t you be a good girl and help him out."

Gerard arched his back and whimpered loudly.

"W-what?"

.

Pete knew that Gerard liked to be dominated the best so he pulled harder on his hair and growled in his ear.

"I want you to suck Ryan off and make him cum like a good girl. Make sure you get it all over your face too."

Pete pushed Gerard's head down and towards Ryan's cock. He looked over at Frank and his wife, and saw that Frank nodded with lazy approval. Gerard took his time with Ryan. He wanted to give the worn out men a show. He pressed the pucker of his lips against the head of Ryan's cock and he sucked on it gently, almost like he was sucking on a lollipop. He started to take himself further, but still very slowly. Pete's thrusts turned jerky and he knew he was coming soon. Gerard picked up the pace and bobbed his head up and down quickly in Ryan's lap. Frank was too fucked out to care at this point and Pete knew it. Perhaps later he would have words with him, but he sat with Spencer resting against his chest as he lazily watched his wife getting fucked while he sucked off another wife.

"Jesus Gerard, your fucking mouth. Shit where did you learn to do that with your tongue?"

Ryan babbled as Gerard sucked him expertly. The show was incredible and Pete reached around and felt that Gerard was hard again. So quickly too. He had an awesome idea then. He pulled Gerard's hair again and yanked him off of Ryan.

"Fuck Lewie, why did you do that?"

"Move your ass over here Ry, Gee is going to fuck you now."

Ryan sat up and smiled. Pete pulled Gerard to his chest while still fucking him. Gerard was a mess. Ryan moved between Gerard's legs and Pete dropped him back down onto Ryan. He then looked over at Frank and saw that Spencer was stroking him again. He too was getting hard watching the scene before him. Pete was sure that Gerard couldn't believe Frank was actually letting him fuck Ryan. He's pretty sure the main reason is because he's too turned on and exhausted to care. Gerard's hips started to move once he was completely pressed into Ryan and threw his head back, catching Pete's shoulder.

"F-fuuuckkk... Oh fuck, fuck me."

Gerard whimpered and shivered when Pete ran his hands up and down his hips.

"That's it babe, get a good rhythm going. Nice and easy."

Pete helped thrusting into Gerard at the same time he thrusted into Ryan. They moved in one symbiotic motion. Ryan was panting and cursing, but then his comments were muffled. Pete opened his eyes to see that Frank had thrusted his cock into Ryan's mouth and kissing Gerard. Spencer was between their bodies sucking Ryan again. Pete also noticed that Frank was fisting Spencer's cock, and Gerard had worked two fingers in his ass. They were all connected in some form and that is what set Pete off.

"Oh for the fucking love of ahhhhhhhh!"

Pete came like a freight train into Gerard and his bucking made Gerard cry out a muffled scream into Frank's mouth as he came in Ryan. Ryan tightened up on Frank as Spencer made him cum and he drank it down. Frank then came, but he pulled out and striped all three wives with his cum. Finally Spencer came in Frank's fist when Gerard pushed on his prostate. All five men collapsed in a sweaty pile.

"You guys..."

Gerard was practically breathless.

"That was... Wow."

Frank gathered his wife in his arms. He pulled him to the top of the bed and tucked them into the sheets. Pete gathered Spencer on one side of him and Ryan on the other. He tucked them into the other side of the bed. As they settled in Ryan turned to Frank.

"Thank you for trusting me with your wife."

Frank smiled sleepily at the young wife. He caressed his cheek and kissed his forehead.

"Thank you for obeying the rules."

Frank pulled Gerard onto his chest and caressed his hair as they all settled in for a much needed nap. As he was drifting off he heard Ryan ask Pete a question.

"So Anthony and Arthur huh?"

***Time Stamp: Monday, November 9th***

Kent was listening to his wife prattle on. He was beginning to get a headache now. It seemed strange to him how much she had changed in the last year. She went from being mousy and quiet to outgoing and well… Very much not the woman he married. He wondered if it meant he had to stop sneaking around, but she was still clueless to what kind of guy he was.

”Yes yea, I will. I promise. Okay Gee, see you later.”

Kent watched her end the call and sigh. She mumbled something under her breath, and Kent finally caught a word. He got up and went over to her.

”Hey, that sounded like a fun call, were you talking to your friend Gee again?”

”Yes, oh honey, I am so happy he came to work with us at the Gallery.”

”Yeah, and… wait, it’s a he?”

”Yeah, I never told you? Oh, well no worries sweetheart, he’s gay.”

”Well I did not think you were going to leave me for another now.”

”Never, I have the greatest husband in the world, except that he can never make it to events with me.”

”I am so sorry kitten, it’s just this new job is different than the old one and…”

”I know, I know, there are no set hours. *sigh* I just miss you.”

”Of course you do kitten and I miss you, but tell me more about this friend of yours.”

***Time Stamp: Tuesday, November 10th***

Kent had just finished having lunch with his wife, and dropping her off. He looked at the time and waited. Sure enough a car pulled up, and one Gerard Iero got out of it. Frank followed him and the two kissed before Frank slapped Gerard’s perfect ass and he went into the Gallery. He couldn’t believe that Gerard had been right under his nose all a long. It now explained the change in Kassandra. Gerard could change anyone, hell he changed him… Well not really, but he did not want to fuck any other guys, just him. He could not explain it, the man just intrigued him. He had fantasies of Gerard riding his cock, and calling out his name in the heat of passion. He also had ones where he tied Gerard up, and fucked him roughly on his knees till he was bleeding and broken. Kent liked those the best. He needed to figure out a way to get to Gerard. He needed him, and Kent would not rest till he got to him. He grabbed his crotch. He needed to go out tonight. He needed to find someone to sate his appetite.

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Kent moved through the dimly lit bar like oil. It was like any bar out there, dark, full on intoxicated, unsuspecting men and women, and of course predators. Kent was definitely one of them today. He grabbed beer at the bar and searched for his prey. He spotted her immediately. Short black hair, tiny waist, and pale skin. She was dancing on the floor with a simpleton who actually thought that he had a chance. Kent knew that this boy was no match for him. That this girl was looking for a real man and would love to trade up. He put the empty beer glass down and after pulling off his tie and jacket, he opened up his shirt one button, he was no lounge lizard of course, then made his way to the floor. He slipped in with the crowd easily since he looked years younger than he was. He slid up behind the girl when the boy's back was turned and whispered in her ear. She melted at his words, and did a giggle that he would love to silent. She took his hand and followed him off the dance floor with the fool still oblivious.

"So what's your name honey?"

"Felicia. Yours?"

She obviously gave him a fake name so he did the same.

"Names Benjamin, but you can call me Ben."

"Well Benny, you gonna buy me a drink?"

"What's in it for me?"

The little minx slipped off the stool and moved up to Kent till she was pressing against his crotch.

"The best back alley blow job you ever had."

"Sister, you can have whatever you want at the bar."

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She is drunk, way too drunk to give a good blow job, but Kent is not looking for that. He lets her lead him out to the alley. She is so drunk she can barely stand.

"Easy baby, why don't we just go in the back. You can lie down on one of the benches and then you can give me that amazing blow job."

"Mmmm, maybe."

Kent brings her into a dark corner of the bar where there is little light compared to the rest of the room. He sits down, and pulls her onto his lap.

"Hey what gives, you said I could lie down."

"I thought maybe a little making out would be nice too."

"Oh, I can go for that."

She plants herself on his lap and he pulls her so that she is straddling him. She is wearing a short skirt and after a bit of kissing she is pliable enough so that he can slide his fingers inside her panties.

"Oh, wait a minute, I didn’t want to..."

"Relax doll, let me make you feel good."

She protests a bit more, but Kent goes back to kissing her and she relaxes again. He works his fingers in and out of her, making sure she is nice and wet. Meanwhile his other hand has slipped off her waist and is fumbling with his belt and zipper. He gets his cock out and it slides against her wetness.

"I-I-I don't know if that is a good idea."

"Relax, you still have your panties on. I just want the friction."

Kent finds her clit and distracts her with it. Then he works his cock up into her panties and thrusts up.

"No, I said..."

He covers her mouth with one hand and holds her waist with the other and fucks her rough and quick. She is trying to fight him, but she is so drunk that it is impossible. He is so close now and the fact that she is crying it really helping him to get off. As always at the end he imagines it is Gerard and he cums. She passes out from the assault and the orgasm he gave her despite the complaints. He leaves her in the booth and fixes his pants. He makes his way back in to the light and back to the bar to get his coat.

***Scot***

Scot leaned over the bar, shouting at the bartender for another whiskey. He was losing his patience when the long, dark haired man rolled his eyes at him.

"In a sec, sir."

He answered in a snarky tone. Scot sneered at him, and jumped off of the stool.

"Fuck you then."

He turned quickly to move to the other end of the bar, and to the other bartender when his shoulder smashed into another man's.

"Watch where you’re fucking going--whoa! Kent?!"

Kent looked up and could not believe his eyes.

"Scot! It has been fucking ages! How are you?"

"Sit sit. Yo buddy, let me get two beers, and two whisky doubles for me and my wing man here."

Kent clasped Scot into a quick hug. He was still a little drunk and stumbled a bit. Scot noticed he kept looking towards the back of the bar, he couldn't help but wondered why. Kent went back to the stool he left his jacket on. He put it back on and hung his tie around his neck. Inwardly Scot smirked. He wondered if Kent still remembered what the tie hanging open on the neck meant. They had made it up as a way to brag back in college to their frat brothers when one of them got laid. Scot chuckled, taking a seat, next to him.

"Someone clearly got laid. Was she hot?"

"She was doable, but not very uh, compliant if you get me."

Scot rose a brow at his college buddy and then laughed.

"Yeah man, I get you... You still married to that cow? What was her name again?"

"God don't remind me. Worst thing was that I knocked her up, best thing was that she miscarried. Still my stupid parents forced me to make an honest woman of her. What a crock of shit!"

The bartender set their drinks down, and the two men clinked beers then took long droughts out of the bottles. Kent downed his whiskey and continued.

"Yeah, I am still stuck with her. She got this job at this fucking gallery. Always inviting me to parties there, wanting to show me off. I only went in the beginning to see if there was some interesting tail there, but it is all old people. Even her boss is fucking ancient, but his wife is hot. I saw her once getting out of their car when I dropped the ball and chain off, nice ass and legs for miles."

"You gonna try and tap that?"

Scot asked, starting to work on his whiskey. He knew Kent's type. When he said someone was hot they were usually pretty fucking hot. He missed hitting up clubs with this guy. They would fuck the hottest girls and Scot the hottest guys too. Kent was never into it, but when he was drunk he would mess with anything. Shit, they'd even tag team a few of them. Scot wondered if Kent ever remembered. Probably not.

"Maybe, but the old man is always around her, plus I have never gotten a look at her face so maybe all she is only body."

Kent flagged for another round of beers and whiskeys. At that moment a girl stumbled out of the dark. She looked around and Kent kept his head down. Scot noticed that Kent was doing this. He watched her leave and then straightens up again.

"You hiding from someone?"

"Yeah, the girl that just left. She got a little of the 'Oopps it slipped' treatment tonight. They should never make access that easy. Just asking for it then."

Scot laughed and finished his beer. It felt good to be with someone who gets it. The second round came then a third. By that time they were pretty fucking drunk, and Kent was running at the mouth.

"I mean I had a sweet cushy job and someone to fuck on the side, and that stupid bitch comes and fucking ruins it. I mean just because he has money he thinks he could fuck with me... When I wanted to fuck him."

Scot was intrigued with this outburst. Kent had never complained about a guy before like this. He also used the words: bitch, money, and fuck. He was speaking his language.

"Really now? What happened?"

"I had this kid who had a last name made of money so I had to be all nice to him, but he kept getting in trouble so I had to call the house. I got the new wife instead so I had her come in figuring that she might be hot. She was alright, but not a she, a man. I mean he had a figure that put most of females to shame. You know me man, I never looked at a guy twice, but he was fucking beautiful! Anyway, I weaseled my way a bit, and was in like Flynn till he got a fucking backbone and fucked me up. Then the husband got involved and he got me fired. Fucking Gerard Iero!"

Kent knocked back his last whiskey and started to get up. He was way too drunk to drive, but Scot could see he did not want to drink anymore.

"What I would not give for a little revenge on his ass, and a piece of it at the same time."

Kent laughed and then fell hard.

"Gerard?... My dad bought a fucking sixteen year old kid named Gerard years ago when I was nineteen. I lost my virginity to the fucker. Fucked him so hard he was passed out on the kitchen floor. My dad came home, saw him, and before the whore can tell him what happened I pinned it on him."

He hopped out of his seat to help his friend up.

"Could be the same guy... “

Scot starting to help Kent through the exit.

”No man it is! I got him talking and he mentioned your pops and I could not believe it was the same guy you gabbed about!”

”No shit really?! What’s he look like now?”

"Oh man he is fucking beautiful! He has dark brown hair, long enough to pull on, and he can pull off both women’s and men’s clothes. Fuck, now I wish I had gone to the party on New Year’s at the fucking gallery. I bet he was there and looked fuckable. His ass is just... and I never wanted to fuck a guy so much in my life. He had this laugh that just hung in the air, and you can see he is insecure, just begging to be dominated."

Kent stopped by a streetlight thinking he was going to hurl. The feeling passed though and they kept going.

"Where the fuck are we going anyway?"

”My place. It's walking distance."

Scot was slurring a bit but not as much as Kent. He was usually the one always babysitting when they went out together. Some people handled their liquor better than others.

"Sucks you didn't get to fuck him... You missed out on the best piece of ass I've ever fucked."

Scot bragged, throwing his arm around Kent's shoulder. Kent was so out of it, he had no idea what came out of his mouth next.

"Mmmm, maybe I still can. Maybe you can help me, and we can fuck him together, just like all those other girls back in the day."

Kent stumbled into Scot's apartment when he opened the door. Blearily he saw the couch, and went straight to it. He flopped onto it and blacked out.

***Time Stamp: The Next Morning***

***Kent***

Kent had a headache from hell. He was dizzy and his mouth tasted like ass and not in a good way. The light in the room was far too bright.

"Christ Kassy, close the fucking drapes!"

"Oh god, don't ever fucking call me that again."

A voice, not his wife’s spoke while setting two mugs of coffee down the coffee table.

"What? Uh Scot? Hi, when did you get here? Wait, where am I?"

Kent picked up the mug and sipped it carefully. His head was pounding and he felt like he was going to throw up.

"Man, what happened last night? Did I get laid at least?"

Scot shrugged.

"Seemed like it."

"We walked here. We talked about Gerard Iero. Planned some shit to do to him."

"Wait what? I don't remember much of anything. How do you know about Gerard?"

Kent got up from the couch, he was going to hurl. He searched for the bathroom, hoping it was on the first floor. Actually he did not even know if there was a second, but he found it and made it to the commode. When he was done he kind of felt better, but he smelled like shit.

"Man, I'm gonna use your shower."

"Go ahead. We'll talk when you get out."

Kent felt better after the shower. He saw that Scot had put out a pair of sweats and a tee shirt for him. That is what he loved about his frat brother. He could also hear the washing machine going.

"Hey man thanks for the clothes. You didn’t have to wash mine though."

"That suit was stinking up my pad."

"What a little house wife you are."

Kent ducked when Scot went to hit him. He sat back down on the couch, and looked for his coffee. He was feeling much better and had his appetite back.

"So you were saying something about..."

Kent's phone interrupted.

"Oh shit! Hey honey, no no no, I am fine, I got a flat on the way home, and ended up at a friend’s house. Yeah, no I was not a bother. Oh right I have the car. Hey, why don’t you see if your friend Gee can pick you up? Yeah and later I will bring the car around and we will go for lunch. All right sweetheart. Yup, me too. Bye."

Kent hung up and sighed. Scot stared at Kent with a huge, creepy grin on his face.

"What motherfucker? It is too early to be smiling like that."

"Bitch. Here's our chance! You just told your hag to have Gerard pick her up. When you go to pick her up after work that's our chance."

Kent looked at Scot for a moment and then all the memories from last night came flooding back. He smiled then.

"Fuck yeah, I am in... but wait, he is married to a top name guy, I mean this man has fucking money! How do we deal with that shit?"

Scot rolled his eyes. "Oh please. Have you met me? My family's loaded. Probably way more loaded than fucking Iero. My dad and I were fucking Gerard way before he was anyway... So technically he's my property and I'm allowed to do whatever I want with him."

"I like the way you think Scotty boy. So how do you want to plan this out?”

"Well... First of all we need him alone. We can't have him make any noise, and if he gets away we're fucked."

"Hmmm, Kassy's old man has a building that he is renovating. We can scope it out, and check out the neighborhood there."

"Good thinking... I can score some chloroform. That'll keep him out of it by the time we're done with him."

"Well if were gonna keep him knocked out, why care about how much noise he is going to make?"

"That was before I remembered I can score some of the knock out stuff."

Scot laughed then smirked at Kent.

"Unless you want him to scream? I know I do, he was a quite one back in the day.”

"What about a ball gag? We can knock him out then put it in before he wakes up?"

"You, my friend, are way too fucking brilliant."

Scot clasped Kent on the back.

"It's settled then. Tonight Gerard is not going to know what hit him, and you're gonna bang the one that got away. Payback, motherfucker."

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***Gerard***

Gerard was stressed out. Work was hectic today and he was craving a cigarette because of it. He knew he shouldn't, but he was really itching for it. He pressed his hands on his desk and pushed himself out of his chair, sluggishly.

"Fuck it."

He groaned aloud and hurried out of his office. He started for the Gallery entrance and when he stepped through the door he heard Stan shout his name before the doors could close. He stepped back into the building, sighing dramatically.

"Just going for a smoke break, boss."

Gerard punctuated his sentence with a flirtatious giggle. Calling Stan "boss" always worked to his advantage. His brother’s husband got off on being superior.

"All right young lady, but not too long, it's cold out there. Frank would never forgive me if you caught a cold like that."

Stan smiled as Gerard flipped his hair, and twiddled his fingers at him. He watched Stan walk away down the hall. He walked outside, and a wind blew by him. It was chilly. He stood on the side of the building to light up. He took the first drag when he heard a voice he did not even expect to hear again.

"Well well well, Mrs. Iero. Fancy meeting you here."

Kent was standing in front of him.

Gerard dropped his cigarette, gasping loudly.

"Fuck!"

He screamed, backing up into the wall.

"Easy doll face, no need to get scared, it's just old Kenny. Oh didn't Kassy tell you that she was my wife? No? Well I guess it slipped her mind."

Kent walked forward smoking his own cigarette. He took a long drag, studying Gerard carefully.

"My the years have been kind to you haven't they? You don't look a day over twenty five, although I know you have had two birthdays since I last saw you. Have you missed me?"

Gerard pushed himself off the wall and studied the older man carefully.

"T-thanks... Uh, you're Kassy's husband?"

He slowly started stepping away from Kent. He knew Frank had him fired from his job because of what happened. The man fucking drugged him in a restaurant! He was getting a bad vibe... He didn't feel safe alone with this man.

"Yeah, I've come to pick her up, but it turns out that she is working late tonight. A shame too because we had reservations. Hey, why don’t you join me? Its right around the corner. It would be my way of saying sorry for that mess two years ago. Plus I promise, no drinking, just water."

Kent smiled at Gerard. It was sweet and harmless looking.

"So, what do you say Gee?"

He held an arm out for him to take.

"I don't think that's necessary."

Gerard nervously answered him.

"I have to get back to work... Thanks though."

He started to turn around when he heard another voice from his past.

"Well, if this is not a surprise. Kent! How is my favorite frat brother?"

Gerard stopped in his tracks. There in front of him blocking his way into the Gallery was the man who started his nightmares long ago.

"My goodness, is that you Gerard? Well, what has it been now? Over ten years at least. I must say you still look good though. Better if I am being honest, doesn't he Kent?"

"W-what..."

Gerard’s eyes were wide in shock.

"Scot?"

He started to step backwards, slowly.

***Kent***

Kent pulled the cloth out of the small bag. It already had the chloroform on it. When Gerard backed into his arms he brought the cloth up and covered his mouth and nose quickly while Scot kept a watch for anyone. Gerard struggled for a second then slumped into his arms. Kent looked at Scot and smiled.

"That was too fucking easy."

"Tell me about it. He practically asked for it."

Scot smiled back, helping Kent move Gerard's body to his truck. Kent opened the passenger door and pushed Gerard into it. He then got in to make sure he did not fall out while Scot ran around to the other side then hopped in the driver’s seat. Kent pulled out a page with directions to the building that his father in law was renovating.

"All right Scotty, let's get going. Drive west on Eighty Four."

"Roger."

Scot answered starting up the car and backing up out of the parking space. The drive was about fifteen minutes long, and when they got to the building Scot parked and turned off the car. He looked at Gerard's unconscious body and smirked.

"How're you feeling Kenny? Excited?"

Scot enthusiastically, hopped out of the truck. Kent waited till Scot came around and opened the door for him. He slid out, and after making sure they were alone helped Scot drag Gerard out of the truck. Kent handed Gerard to Scot as he fumbled for the keys to the gate. Once open, they headed for the nearest building. He pushed the door open and they walked into the place. Kent had cased it out earlier so he knew that there was a room that had no windows. There was a mattress for when the construction workers needed to take a break. He dragged it into the room and dropped it in the middle. Kent then pushed it against the two walls and the corner.

"Drop him on the mattress. It will be a bit before he wakes up. We got time."

He did just that. He dropped Gerard on his front and his eyes immediately explored the younger man’s body.

"His ass got bigger... “

He rubbed his hands together, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"This is gonna be fun."

"So what do you want to do till he wakes up?"

Kent's stomach was growling. He really did want to get something to eat. He grabbed the rope that was in the corner.

"We can tie him up and grab a bite. I am sure we will be back long before he wakes up, but why take a chance. We can grab a few beers too."

Scot nodded and grabbed Gerard's arms. He held his wrists together as Kent tied them. He then tied up his legs at the ankles.

"Why don't we just grab the food to go?"

Scot suggested, letting go of Gerard once the rope was secured around him.

"Yeah, there is a deli and a liquor store nearby. Why don't I go and get some sandwiches and you grab some booze?"

Scot nodded and they left the house after being sure Gerard was secure. They walked rather than drove to the deli. Scot disappeared into the liquor store, and Kent went into the deli. He ordered a couple of sandwiches and grabbed some chips. He decided to grab some leftover Halloween candy too. Kent paid for everything including two six packs. When he stepped outside Scot was waiting.

"What did you get?"

"Two bottles of Jack. They came with flasks."

"Sweet! Let's get back then."

They hurried back to the building. When they got there, they saw that Gerard was still out. They settled down then ate and drank. Between the beers and the Jack, they were pretty buzzed when Gerard started to groan and move.

"Hey look, Sleeping Beauty’s coming around."

***Gerard***

Those voices... Fuck. Gerard blinked hard and attempted to move his arms. That's when he started to panic.

"W-what's going on?"

"Well, look who joined the party. You should have accepted my invitation to dinner earlier. Now we are just stuck with sandwiches, but we do have beer and Jack. Want some?"

Kent took the last bite of his sandwich and popped it into his mouth. He moved over to where Gerard was with a beer in his hand. He then guzzled down half of it and poured the rest on Gerard face near his mouth. He heard Scot laugh and Gerard sputtered, and gasped under the waterfall of alcohol.

"Sa'matter, doll face, not your brand?"

Gerard rolled himself onto his back and glared around the room.

"Where am I? What're you going to do to me?"

"Hmmm, well what do you think Scot? What are your plans for this little minx here?"

Scot got down on his knees and smacked Gerard's face lightly.

"We're gonna pummel that tight ass of yours with our cocks.”

Kent laughed as Gerard recoiled and tried to move away from Scot. Scot grabbed him by his hair, and the room was filled with his cries. They were silenced by a harder smack to his face.

"Don't hit him too hard man. I kinda like the way his face looks."

"C'mon, don't be a buzzkill. Let's mark this bitch up a bit."

Gerard pulled away from Scot until his back was in the corner.

"Aw, doesn't he look like a scared, little kitty cat?"

Scot cooed, turning to Kent. Gerard's breathing picked up when Scot started to crawl towards him.

"I'm not gonna hurt ya... C'mere."

He stuck his arms out, beckoning the younger man. With a mocking gesture.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

Gerard began to scream.

"Shit, Scot we forgot the fucking gag!"

Kent pulled the ball gag out of his pocket as Scot held Gerard still, and covered his mouth with his hand. Gerard struggled, but Scot was much stronger, and in the end they won and the gag was in place. Gerard continued to try and scream, but now the sound was partly muffled.

"Fuck, that was close."

***Kent & Scot***

Scot yanked Gerard back to the center of the mattress by his hair.

"So... D'you wanna go first or?"

His scream was muffled behind the gag as Scot started to yank his jeans off.

"Nothing saying we can't both get a piece of him at the same time. You take Heads, and I’ll take Tails?"

Scot laughed at the horrible joke. He moved around while continuing to hold Gerard by the hair, making threats for him to be quiet as he opened his pants up. Within no time his cock replaced the gag. Kent heard him threaten Gerard if he used any teeth. Now that he was taken care of Kent slid up behind Gerard to finish the job of removing his jeans. As he did he saw the glimpse of a thong showing.

"Hey check this shit out! Bitch is wearing women's underwear! Fuck that is hot!"

Kent ripped the rest of the jeans off, and took a moment to admire Gerard's ass in a bright pink thong that hugged his hips perfectly. Next he took out his pocket knife and sliced both sides of the material so they could be pulled away. He sniffed the crotch and shoved them in his pocket as a souvenir. Kent then tossed the knife to Scot so that he can keep Gerard well behaved. He pulled out the bottle of lube that he picked up at the deli and Scot raised an eyebrow to him.

"What? I am not explaining chafe marks to my wife from his ass."

He opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Not bothering to get any more undressed, he slicked his cock up and moved up behind the bound man. He spread his cheeks and then started to push in.

"Holy shit he is fucking tight!"

Scot had his hands full of Gerard's hair as he fucked his mouth. He can feel the vibrations of Gerard's screams against his cock, and that made him go faster. Scot groaned.

"Savor that shit Kent. You worked hard for it."

Kent gripped Gerard's hips. He noticed how soft they were, and how easy it would be to mark them. He held on tightly as he fucked in and out of his ass. He closed his eyes then wondered what this was like when Gerard wanted it. When Gerard was with Frank, happy to fuck him. Well why the fuck should he get all the thrills? Suddenly Kent was irrationally angry at Gerard for fucking his husband properly but making Kent work for it. With no warning he smacked Gerard's ass hard.

"You little bitch, you better do some of the fucking work."

Gerard thrashed against Kent, and when Scot slipped out of his mouth he screamed.

"Help!!! Help!!! SOMEONE HEL--"

His cries for help were cut short as Scot punched him across the face.

"Fucking bitch. Shut the fuck up!"

Scot grabbed the gag and forcibly put it back on Gerard.

"Looks like his mouth's closed for business. Stupid whore doesn't know how to keep quiet."

"*grunt* Give it some time, he'll cooperate after we fucked him a few times, and show him who's boss, right bitch?"

Kent smacked his ass a second time and then a third. He was loving the redness that was slowly making its way up his pale skin. Gerard whimpered and tried to squirm away, but Kent had a death grip on his hips. Scot stood up, looked down at Gerard and smirked.

"Flip him over on his back. I wanna do somethin'."

Scot had a smirk visible in his voice when he spoke. Kent reluctantly pulled out with a groan. He noticed that there was blood on his cock, but not as much as he thought. The lube was a good idea. He rolled Gerard on his back, and noticed that his eyes were tightly shut.

"Apparently we're too fucking ugly to look at Scotty. What do you think about that?"

Scot held his cock firmly in his hand started to stroke himself.

"I think he's just... Ah, fuck... He's just shy, right mommy GeeGee?"

He trailed off, quickening his strokes. He started to cum, and it spilled all over Gerard's face and hair.

"That's what I think of that."

Kent laughed as Scot splattered his face with his cum. He grabbed Gerard's hips and pushed back in. This time he pinned Gerard down by his chest. He could see the tears leaking from his closed eyes, and it turned him on even more.

"Look at me!"

Kent reached out and twisted a nipple through his shirt. Gerard's eyes flew open then.

"That's better, no don't look away, I want to see your face when I fill you up."

Gerard obeyed and Kent noticed how original his eyes were. In any other circumstance he would love to study them, but his thought process was lost as his hips stuttered, and after a few more thrusts he came. He shuddered as he finished his orgasm and then pulled out.

"Your turn bro, sloppy seconds man."

Kent slapped Scot on the back and moved to give him room.

"Just like our first time!"

Scot spoke pressing his hand to chest, mockingly, shocked.

"Well, I don't mind to be honest... S'like breaking in new shoes... I don't mind 'em a little loose."

Scot laughed, getting down on top of the squirming man. Gerard's eyes were wide now as Scot wrapped his hand around his throat.

"Remember this!"

He pressed his thumb against Gerard's adam's apple.

"Remember how I use to fuck you in my dad’s bed when he was at work? Yeah, you fucking loved it."

He started to use his other hand to stroke himself hard again. Gerard was sobbing now, his face was red and wet with tears.

"Shhh... No, no. Don't cry."

Scot cooed, tightening his grip on the man’s throat as he started to press his cock into him.

"Doesn't that feel good?"

Gerard screamed behind the gag, breathing in and out harshly through his nose. Kent grabbed the Jack, and moved over to where Gerard's head was.

"How about a little drink hmmm? We are both pretty buzzed, but I bet you would like this better if you were not so sober."

The ball gag had small air holes in it, and Kent began to pour the Jack over them so it flowed into Gerard's mouth... Well partly into his mouth, the rest was being soaked into the mattress. Scot laughed at this.

"I guess he can't hold his liquor, huh?"

Gerard spluttered behind the gag, attempting to lift his head up, but Scot slammed him down by his throat.

"Uh-uh... You're gonna take it just like that..."

Scot tsked, slamming in and out of Gerard's rigid body. Kent watched the sobs wrack Gerard's body as he struggled to swallow all that Kent was giving to him. By the time Kent stopped a fourth of the bottle was gone.

"There you go doll face, now I bet you feel as good as we do."

Kent picked up the knife and held it to Gerard's cheek. He made a small mark, making Gerard cry out. Gerard was red in the face now. The liquor was hitting him hard.

"He's drunk, man."

Scot laughed looking down at Gerard as his eyes moved rapidly behind his lids.

"Good then we don't need this anymore."

Holding the knife to his face again, Kent took the gag off. Gerard gasped for air and almost cried out, when he saw the knife at his eye.

"Now, you are going to keep your fucking voice down, and suck my cock like a good girl, or I am going to slash your pretty face up?"

Gerard nodded as much as he could with his throat being held still by Scot. He opened his mouth and Kent shoved his semi hard cock in. He fucked him with the same speed that Scot was.

"Gonna cum soon..."

Scot panted, letting go of Gerard's throat, and placed both his hands on his hips then rammed into him mercilessly. With his throat unblocked he is able to take his cock in deeper. Kent notices right away, and takes advantage of it as he picks up the pace. He decided to follow Scot's idea, and he pulls out then cums all over his face and chest.

"Fuuuccckkk!"

He slaps Gerard in the face several time then wipes his cock off in his hair. He flops back on the mattress and watches Scot finish off.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

Scot hollered, cumming inside of Gerard.

"No... N-no."

Gerard murmured, shaking his head.

"Shut the fuck up slut!"

Kent slapped Gerard, and he quieted down. He stuck the gag back in his mouth then made sure the ropes were tight again before crawling over to Scot.

"Hey, man, how long before you think you can get it up again? I mean it is getting late now, and we still have to dump him off again right?"

Scot pulled out of Gerard harshly and wiped his hand across his sweaty forehead.

"Fuck... Nah, man. I'm keeping this little bitch. He belongs to me."

Scot smeared his leaking cock on Gerard's thigh. Kent looked at Scot. This was a new development, and unfortunately he was sobering up to get it.

"Wait, what do you mean keeping him?"

"He's not going back to Iero. He's mine now."

Scot spoke loud and clear.

"He's going to be fucked, and beaten everyday for the rest of his miserable life."

Scot grunted and stood up. He fixed his pants, and kicked Gerard against his ribs.

"Just like this."

Gerard screamed behind the gag.

"Wait, what about Daniel? How are you gonna explain that to him, I mean his ex-wife shows up after sixteen years, and is now his son's chew toy?"

Kent knew that Scot was not thinking straight about this. His father was prominent in the community. This would not be something he could hide easily from him or the paparazzi.

"And what about your wife? I mean she is not a trusting idiot like mine. What did you even tell her for tonight?"

"Fuck them. I'll leave town."

Scot stated simply, shrugging nonchalantly. Kent started at Scot.

"Fuck Scot, is he worth that much to you? I mean giving up all that shit for this?"

He pointed to the fragile man cringing on the mattress.

"What's the real deal with Gerard? There has to be more than you are telling me."

Scot glared at Kent and sneered at him.

"That's not really any of your fucking business."

"Whatever man, I'm going out for a smoke, try not to kill him okay?"

Kent grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.

***Time Stamp: Two Hours Ago***

***Frank***

”Where the fuck is he!?”

Frank was wearing a hole in the carpet now. Gerard was two hours late coming home from work. No one heard from him. His cell phone was full of messages and no call backs. Louis had gone to the Gallery to find out that Gerard had gone out for a smoke, and that was the last anyone had seen of him. Even Stan was upset about it.

”Man Frank, I am so sorry. I should not have let him go outside alone.”

”No Stan, how could you have known besides he had taken hundreds of breaks before and he was fine. Has Kassy seen him?”

”No, she was supposed to go to dinner with her husband, but a client called and she had to stay late for him.”

”Hmmm, I wonder if maybe the guy saw Gerard. Can I talk to her?”

”Yeah, hang on.”

Frank heard Stan call for Kassy. There was a muffled answer and then she was there.

”Oh my God Mr. Iero, I am so sorry. I feel awful.”

”There’s nothing you could have done, you had no idea he was in danger.”

”Maybe if I had gone out to dinner with Kenny, I would have seen what happened to Gerard.”

Frank could tell she was crying. She blew her nose, and came back on.

”Just the other day we were having a lovely conversation about him too. Kenny seemed really interested in our friendship. Do you know he thought that Gerard was a girl at first? Well I did call him Gee mostly. I assured him though that Gerard was gay and he had nothing to worry about…”

Frank heard her starting to prattle, but considering the situation it was probably keeping her calm. He listened with a vagueness till a name caught his attention.

”Wait, what did you say?”

”I said that Gerard would make me feel better when I told him how Kenny lost his job as a guidance counselor and we had to…”

”Guidance counselor? At what school?”

”Oh it was a prestigious academy and…”

”Holy shit! You’re Kent’s wife!”

”Yeah, how do you know my husband?”

”I was the one that got him fired because he hit on my wife!”

”What! Kenny told me it was bureaucratic bullshit!”

”No! He tried to drug Gerard in order to rape him! Oh God, he’s got him! Where is your husband now?”

”Uh uh uh, last night he had a flat, and crashed at a friend’s house he said.”

”Who are your husband’s friends?”

”Honestly, I don’t know any of them. He is always out though hanging out with them. Oh God, he’s always been with other women hasn't he?”

Kassy started crying and Frank felt bad for her, but he had to get her to listen to him.

”Sweetie, I am coming down to the Gallery.”

”Okay, I will try and get a hold of Kenny meanwhile.”

***Scot***

Scot watched Kent leave and then turned back to Gerard. Gone was the sweet innocent boy that his father had married, but Scot could still remember him back then.

"Scot, this is Gerard. He's going to be living here from now on. He and I recently eloped. Be nice to him and we won't have any problems."

Gerard smiled angelically and waved, twiddling his fingers at the older boy.

"Hi Scotty."

"Uh... hi?"

Gerard giggled and Scot felt embarrassed. He noticed that he was looking over his room too. It was kind of a mess with his book collections all over the place and dirty clothing.

"Yeah, I am not usually this messy, it's winter break so I uh..."

"It's cool! I'm pretty messy myself. Winter break or not."

Gerard spoke attempting to grab onto Daniel's arm just as he was about to leave.

"Pumpkin, daddy has to make a few phone calls... Scot, finishing giving Gerard the tour. We haven't been up stairs yet or in the backyard. Don't miss anything or we'll have a problem."

Daniel moved his hands on Gerard's hips. He caressed the young boy there, and Scot's eyes traveled down and observed awkwardly. Before Scot can say anything Gerard starts whining and it makes him cringe.

"Dannnn... I wanted you to show me the bedroom now."

"Well, I can't, okay? Do as I say. Scot show him around."

He removed himself from Gerard and left the basement quickly.

Scot grabbed his cock remembering the innocence that once made Gerard attractive.

"Not to innocent anymore though are you whore? How many men have you been with since me? I bet you have had hundreds of cocks in that tight ass of yours, but mine will be the last I assure you."

Scot chuckled as Gerard tried to push away from him. He had nowhere to go of course. Scot got on the mattress and held Gerard down.

"Remember the first time you came on to me? You claimed that it was nothing, totally innocent, but there was nothing innocent about you after I saw my dad fuck you. You wanted it so badly and thanks to you, I gained the confidence to give it to you."

Scot pushed his fingers inside Gerard one at a time till he had four inside. He then added his thumb and kept going till he had his whole hand there. He began to flex his fingers wiggling them around and assaulting his prostate mercilessly. Scot drifted off into another memory as Gerard's muffled cries filled the room.

It had been a few months now since Gerard had been there, and Scot looked forward to their times together when his dad was at the office. He still had this overwhelming urge to protect Gerard form his father's wrath. Each morning he waited till his dad finished saying goodbye to Gerard, which usually consisted of a lot of groaning on Gerard's part. He would wait till Gerard came back into the kitchen and depending on which shoulder he touched depended on whether it was art or music that day. Gerard trudged into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his aching neck. Scot knew he was sore all over and wanted to go to sleep, but he knew he had chores to get done so a nap was out of the question.

"Hey Scot."

Gerard smiled at the older weakly when he spotted him and went to the fridge and pulled out everything he'd need to make breakfast.

"Hey Gee, so what shall we do today? Music or art?"

Scot noticed that Gerard was rubbing his neck. He stood up and made his way over to the boy. Gerard had placed the carton of eggs on the counter and was standing back up. Scot stood behind him and carefully placed his hands on his shoulders. He moved them to the nape of his neck and began to knead the muscles.

"You don't have to do that, Scot..."

Gerard trailed off, allowing the boy to massage his sore muscles. Scot knew he really didn't want him to stop. He was amazing with his hands and Gerard couldn't suppress the groan that escaped his mouth. Scot liked that he could make Gerard make the same noises that his father could without forcing anything on him. He deepened the message and moved his hands down to the top of his back. He continued to knead his way down.

"I know I don't but you are always in so much pain after dad finishes punishing you, mostly for stuff you did not deserve. I like taking care of you Gee. I love you."

Gerard stiffened up immediately and turned himself around to face the older boy. He smiled at him then pulled him into a hug.

"I love you too, Scotty."

Scot hugged Gerard back tightly. He leaned forward and accidentally pushed him into the counter. Gerard let out a moan when Scot's thigh collided with the hard on he had. Scot knew it was from his dad, but it was still a shock.

"A-A Are you alright Gee?"

Gerard nodded apprehensively and started to turn around.

"How about I get started with breakfast?"

He spoke quickly, opening up the carton of eggs.

"How do you want your eggs?"

"Anyway you like to make them baby."

Scot covered his mouth and looked at Gerard. He just stared at him and Scot ran out of the kitchen with Gerard calling after him.

Scot came back to the present when he realized that is hand was stuck in Gerard after not moving it. It lost its slickness too, and the skin was tearing around the opening now, causing Gerard to bleed. Scot grabbed the lube and dumped a bunch on his wrist he worked it back and forth until it came out of Gerard. There was still blood leaking out, but not as much now.

"Whoops, my bad. Well at least now I won’t have to lube my cock up again. Good things right Gee?"

Gerard's eyes were wet with tears and his body was trembling uncontrollably. He knew he wasn't getting out of this so he gave up. He had no energy left. He was defeated. It made Scot smile. Without thinking of his safety or pain Scot pushed his cock into Gerard. He was not as tight because of the fisting, but Scot had a great imagination.

"*grunt* Hey Gee, remember the first time I fucked you? You screamed so loud I had to punch you to shut you up. Then I found that I like doing that and kept it up."

Scot began to punch Gerard in the sides. The blows were not strong, but with Gerard's weakened state they did not have to be. Scot continued to fuck him as he drifted off into another memory.

Scot had Gerard cornered. He had planned it out very carefully. After Gerard had been teasing him for weeks, he finally got him alone when his dad was on a business trip. He sat huddled in a corner of the kitchen trying to hold the last shreds of his father's night shirt together. Scot approached him and grabbed him by the hair.

"No more Gee! I have had enough of your fucking teasing! Tonight you are mine!"

Gerard screamed and continued to thrash against the older boy. He managed to hit him across his jaw with his fist, but he soon regretted it when Scot threw him to the ground and shoved his face into it.

"S-Scot! No. Please... Please don't!"

Gerard begged. He was trying to push off the floor to get away. Scot was stronger though and he knew it. Scot closed his ears on Gerard’s pleas. He ripped his underwear off and exposed his ass shamelessly.

"Look at you. You're just a fucking slut. Fucking my dad and then coming on to me. Even you ass is twitching at the prospect of being fucked. Don’t worry though, I am going to make that happen."

Scot opened his pants and pushed all the way into Gerard with no warning. His screams filled the room, and Scot fucked him while keeping his face smashed to the floor.

"Jesus fuck, you are tight. Better than I expected."

Scot kept fucking him till he was close then he pulled out and came all over him. Scot stood up and pulled up his pants. He looked at the pathetic boy that he once pined for on the floor. Suddenly Scot got really pissed then hauled off and kicked him. Gerard fell over crying and clutching his stomach. Scot crouched down and grabbed him by the hair.

"You will not tell a soul about this or I will fucking kill you. You will spread your legs for me whenever I want, even if you just finished fucking the old man. You are mine now."

Scot spit on him and pushed him away. He left him in a heap on the floor and Scot walked off whistling.

"Ah ah ah ah Fuck!"

Scot came hard all over Gerard. He shoved his cock back inside and fucked him till he was too sensitive to keep going. He pulled his cock out and smacked Gerard's ass hard. He used the remains of Gerard's shirt to wipe the cum and blood off of his cock before going for a cigarette. He looked down at him and laughed.

"You are fucking pathetic you know that? That is why my father believed me over your sorry ass."

***Gerard***

Gerard whimpered loudly and buried his face into the mattress. He didn't want this... He never wanted any of this...

Gerard couldn't stop crying. He couldn't stop begging for it to stop. He couldn't even stand up when Scot was done. He wanted out. He wanted to die.

"S-Scot... Please, this has to s-stop. You have t-to stop this."

Gerard whispered, stumbling over his words. He barely had a voice anymore.

"I can't take it anymore. Your dad's gonna find out, and he's going to be so upset."

Daniel would be back from work soon and they were out in the open. Scot smirked and kicked Gerard in the ribs. Gerard curled up and it made Scot smile.

"Like I give a shit. I'll just tell him what a two bit whore his wife really is."

"No need Scot, I can see that from here."

Daniel stood in the doorway clutching his briefcase with white knuckles.

"How long has this been going on? How long have you been fucking my son behind my back? Answer me bitch!"

Gerard started to panic. He sobbed, shaking his head frantically.

"D-Dan... I. I didn't. I haven't. He’s been the one who…"

Gerard tried to explain while, reaching for his clothes.

"Oh no you don't!'

Daniel snatched the clothing away from Gerard.

"I bought you those fucking clothes, and I am taking everything back... including my money. We are through! Go back to your fucking owner your wretched whore!"

Daniel grabbed Gerard and pulled him out of the bedroom by his hair. He tossed him down the servant's stairs. One of the servants came running and looked up at Daniel.

"Get that fucking piece of shit out of my house. Call M. and have him pick it up next to the trash!"

The servant grabbed Gerard and hauled him out of sight. He made the phone call while Gerard groaned in pain at his broken ribs and bruised spine. He was still bleeding from Scot's latest treatment. The servant hung up the phone and looked at him. They all knew what was happening to Gerard the whole time. Everyone was afraid of both Scot and Daniel though. They did nothing to stop it.

"I am sorry young Master. I hope your next husband is better."

By the time Kent returned it was way past dark. He was drunk again and when he came into the room he saw Scot sitting on the edge of the bed smoking with Gerard in a huddled ball covered in cum and blood. He looked at Scot and smirked. He took off his jacket and tossed it at him. He began to unbutton his pants.

"Now I am ready for round three."

***Frank***

Frank arrived at the Gallery with Pete and Spencer. Even Louis went inside. They saw Stan first and the man was trembling. He could see Mikey in the background trying to console Stan. He knew that Mikey could not give a shit that his brother may have been kidnapped. He was just playing the role of a good wife. Stan heard them come in, and excused himself from Mikey. He came over to Frank.

”I am so sorry Frank, but no worries, we are going to find him. I promise you I will use everything at my expense to bring him back.”

”Thanks Stan, you are a good man. Now where is Kassy.”

”Oh she is in Gerard’s office. Man, she is a mess. Finding out that her husband might be behind this. I never did trust him. He was always looking at my Mikey too.”

”Yeah, well we are going to get this guy so all our wives, and other men’s wives are safe.”

Stan led the group to Gerard’s office where Kassy was hysterical crying. She had he phone in her hand. She looked up when she saw Frank.

”Oh my God Frank, you were right. He has Gerard.”

Frank walked quickly over to her and got on his knees in front of her.

”Wait, how do you know?”

”I just spoke to him. He said he was having drinks with an old fraternity brother of his and they were meeting up with another friend. He said that they would not be home for a while. Having too much fun. The way he laughed and emphasized the word fun, I just….”

Kassy collapsed and Spencer came over and held her so that Frank could move. He went back to Pete and Louis.

”I’m going to kill the motherfucker!”

Frank wanted to break something right now. Mostly Kent’s fucking ribs.

”He not only has my wife, but he has another friend in on this.”

Suddenly the door opened and M. walked in with Bob.

”What are you doing here?”

”I called him.”

Mikey stood in the door with Stan. He had a protective arm around him.

”I thought it would help since M. knows more about Gerard’s past.”

Stan kissed Mikey on the head.

”That’s my good girl. Always thinking of others.”

Stan led Mikey away and M. walked over.

”See Iero, this is what you get for letting him out of the house. I told you that…”

*crack*

The sound of everyone shutting up at once filled the room as Kassy slapped M. hard in the face.

”I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but my best friend has been kidnapped, and is having God knows what done to him by my worthless husband and a piece of shit friend. You will shut the fuck up and help or get the hell out of here!”

M. stood shocked.

”All right, what do we know?”

”We know that my husband is out with a fraternity brother.”

”All right, where did he go to school?”

”Harvard.”

”Harvard. Hmmm, Gerard’s first husband went to Harvard.”

”Yeah, but he could not be friends with Dan. That piece of shit would have been in his fifties at the time.”

”Wait, he had a kid didn’t he?”

”Yeah, S something.”

”In our living room there is a picture of Kenny with a fraternity brother named Scot. They were in Track and Field together.”

”That’s it! Scot is Daniel’s kid!”

”Wait… M.! That’s the son of a bitch that raped Gerard when he was sixteen!”

Frank looked up at Spencer. His eyes were wide and for the first time he was scared.

”Gerard told me about the guy during our interview. He said he beat him up pretty badly too. He still had fear in his voice all those years later. You don’t think…”

Frank began to rage now. This scum that had violated his wife all those years ago had him again. He had no doubt that Gerard was in serious trouble now. It had been almost four hours since he had been taken. He knew awful things were happening to him, and it made his blood boil.

”I want them dead!”

Frank screamed out a blood curdling sound, and everyone jumped back. Everyone expect Pete. He stepped forward full of bravery Frank knew he did not have.

”Easy Frankie, I want them dead too, but we need to stay calm so we can think. We are no good to Gee any other way.”

Like a lion tamer, Pete was able to coax Frank back from his destruction. He took several deep breaths and looked at Pete. His eyes were now filled with tears.

”Pete, I was supposed to protect him. I failed.”

”Um… Mr. Iero…”

Frank looked up and saw Bob was talking to him.

”Yeah Bob?”

”You tried calling him I am sure right?”

”Yeah, no one picked up. I did not expect it either. Besides his phone is here.”

”That’s too bad, we could have tracked it if it was on him.”

Frank looked at Bob and then his eyes widened again. He quickly turned to Kassy.

”You spoke to Kent right? He has his phone on him right? We can track him!”

”Fuck, why did I not think of that?”

”Nice job Iero. We may get your wife back yet.”

”I’m on it boss.”

Bob took Kassy’s phone and after learning Kent’s number made a phone call. Frank walked up to Kassy and placed a hand on her shoulder.

”You did good calling him. We are going to find him, I promise.”

***Kent***

Kent could not believe what Scot had said. He was sober again and the weight of his words came crashing down like a tidal wave. Take him? Keep him? This was supposed to just be fun... Well not for poor Gerard. He was a mess. It had been five hours since they took him, tortured him, and raped him repeatedly. He knew the man went through a lot in his previous marriages, he had his ways of finding out, but that was nothing compared to this. He was used, beaten, and most likely broken. Perhaps Frank would not even want him back now. Was he even good for anything anymore? Maybe Scot taking him would be like a mercy killing, but then again Scot would probably just kill him in the end, even by accident. Gerard whimpered and Scot kicked him again, telling him to be quiet. The gag was long gone because by the second round Gerard had lost his voice and his will to beg. He knew it would do no good. Still Kent thought it was enough now.

"Hey Scot, maybe it's time to call it quits, you know? I mean he isn't going to say anything are you slut?"

Gerard said nothing, he was a hollow shell now.

"See, so let’s just leave him here, and get out while we still can."

"Are you fucking kidding me, man?! This whore got you fired! F-I-R-E-D... And you wanna let him go? Where the fuck are your balls?!"

Scot screamed at Kent. He grabbed Gerard by his hair then slammed his head against the floor. The cry Gerard releases makes Kent wince.

"Did they get stuck up this bitch’s ass? Should I check?"

"No no, and yeah I know, but look at him man. We aren't going to get much more out of him and it is getting late."

Kent knew that Frank was a smart man, and he had street smarts. They were running on borrowed time now. He could feel it.

"Look, if you are going to take him and run, you should get going now man."

"Don't you want to have one last go with him?"

Scot was smirking at Kent when he said this. He reached out, and grabbed Gerard’s ass cheeks. When he spread them Kent could see how raw and tainted with semen and blood his opening was. Scot smiled at the damage he and Kent did. A chuckle slips from between his lips. Kent watched warily, he knew something was wrong. He could feel it in the air. He needed to get out of there. Maybe grab a drink, yeah that's it a good stiff shot, then he would be alright and he could keep going.

"Hey, I'm gonna run to the liquor store and grab another bottle of Jack. I think that is the problem. I am too sober. We can get him drunk again too. That might make it more fun."

"Well hurry up, dumbass."

Scot turned away from him, and started pulling his jeans down again. He mounted himself behind Gerard and started to slide his cock in between his ass, smearing his pre cum all over his hole. Gerard whimpered and recoiled, but Scot held him down and started to push his way in him.

"I'm gonna take your turn. You can go again when you come back."

Kent left the room and made his way down the dark hall. With no windows in the room and only a lamp for light source, he forgot how dark it had gotten. It was bitter cold for November too. He pulled his coat collar up as he closed the door, and started walking to the street. There were no streetlights here because of construction lights, but of course they were not in use right now. No light other than the moon, which was well hidden. Kent swore it was on purpose.

"Fucking paranoia. I really need that drink."

He got to the street and started the walk to civilization. There were a few cars on the street, but not many. Kent looked at his watch and realized it was almost ten. Wow, they had been at it for that long. He was surprised his cock still functioned. He got to the store and was about to go in when he heard a raspy voice.

"Hey man, got a light?"

Kent looked over and saw a lanky guy standing near the alley opening. He had a book of matches in one hand and a cigar in the other.

"Fucking wind keeps putting them out."

Kent reached in his pocket and was about the chuck the lighter to the guy, when he realized which one it was. Kassy would kill him if he lost it. He stepped down from the stoop and moved to where the guy was. The guy smiled and backed up into the alley a bit more.

"That way the wind can't put it out again."

Kent shrugged and stepped forward. He flicked the switch and held it up. The guy cupped it and brought the cigar to the flame. As he puffed it the flame lit his face more. He had dark scruffy hair and a look about him that Kent could not describe. The guy smiled and took a long drag.

"Thanks man. Hey do you know what time it is?"

"Yeah it's about ten."

"Nah, that's not the time."

Kent looked at the guy.

"What?"

"That's not the right time."

"So what time is it then?"

Kent felt the blow, but it did not register till he was on the ground. He felt the hand pull him up then slam him against the brick, dragging his face down it. He heard the growl in the voice and knew it right away. It was over, he was a dead man.

"Time to tell me where my fucking wife is you piece of shit!"

***Gerard***

Gerard screamed out in agony as Scot rammed into him brutally. The man’s nails were digging into his hips, dragging them down. He was clawing up Gerard's skin good, leaving tracks marks and welts.

"Mmm, fuck... Take that, bitch."

Scot grunted, pressing his chest on the smaller man’s back as he worked himself in and out of him at full force. Gerard was squirming underneath him. He was smushed into the ground, breathing in the dirt and grime and sucking air through his mouth in loud, winded gasps. Scot had him half off the bed from the force of his fucking. He sounded like he was hyperventilating... He probably was, but Scot kept going, sticking his hand in his long hair, and yanking his head up.

"Y'like that, you little piece of shit? D'you remember this cock? Yeah... I bet you've dreamt of this moment."

Scot moaned hoarsely, yanking Gerard's head back and kissed his throat sloppily. Gerard's jaw was slack and wide, his face was wet with tears and sweat. His body was rigid and his spine was bending in a way that shouldn't be possible. He wanted the torture to end. He wanted to be put out of his misery.

"Hey, I'm back and uh, I got the stuff."

Scot huffed and puffed as he continued to pound into Gerard.

"Yeah, yeah... Just put the shit down and get in here. Can't you see I'm fucking busy?"

He gasped, pushing himself off Gerard's back and started to thrust into him in a faster pace with his hand still tangled in his hair.

"Aw, fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum."

Gerard squeaked, his voice raspy and barely audible.

"No."

***Scot***

Scot had no chance to do anything else. He had no time to react. He was wretched from his position on the floor and punched hard in the throat. From there it was a blur of fists, and with one eye he could see Kent on the ground being pummeled as well. It was indeed all over except for the violent payback.

"If you think that hell is where you are going, I have a much better place in mind. You will never wake up from this nightmare. That is what you get for hurting my friend."

That was not the voice that Scot expected. It was too smooth too easy sounding. It sent more pain through him than the physical anguish. He heard other voices too. Scot tried to separate them, but they swirled together along with the blood and bile now leaving his body. Then he felt something that he never thought he would ever experience and for the first time ever in his life, Scot was afraid.

"Baby, baby, speak to me, Oh fuck Gee, I fuck, please please baby, tell me. Anything tell me, I need to hear you."

Scot opened his eye through the blinding pain. He fought to see what the man looked like. He needed to know who had defeated him. He saw not a man, but a saint, a hero, something that he could never be. He was cradling Gerard with so much care. Scot closed his eye again as more pain ripped through him. He would surly bleed out now. He could feel it on his thighs. Maybe this was how Gerard felt, but he was never sure what was worse.

"Fuck Pete, he's not answering me! I can't... I can't."

When Scot opened his eye again, he knew he should not have. He was looking at the blade of a knife. It was covered in blood, his, and now it was touching the tip of his lashes.

"You do not deserve to look at him or anyone else ever again."

There was a blinding light and then darkness again as the squelch filled his ears. He tried to scream, but his tongue was trapped. He still did not know who it was.

***Mixed POV***

"Gee, please, come on baby, speak to me, just one word, I beg you one."

Tremors surged throughout his entire body. He couldn't bring himself to say anything. The 'no' he managed to get out a few minutes ago was all he had in him, but he needed to try. He felt like his soul had been ripped out of his body, thrown into a garbage disposal and then put back into him.

"K-kill..."

He gasped, his voice got caught in his throat.

"M-m-me."

He started to sob shamelessly. Realization hit him. He wasn't going to be able to come back from this. He was going to be a burden for the rest of his life, and he'd rather be dead then let that happen.

"NO! NO NO NO NO! You listen to me Gerard Iero, I am not going to kill you! I am not going to let that piece of shit win! You are mine! My property! I will be damned if someone else takes you from me, especially like this!"

"Frankie Frankie, we gotta go, M. will handle the rest."

"Yeah yeah, just yeah."

Frank carefully cradled his wife in his arms. He weighed nothing it seemed. Frank knew that was because his soul was almost gone. He allowed Pete to help him and Spencer maneuver them to the door. Frank looked back at M. and nodded. M. gave him a sad smile.

"Get him to the House. I have the doctor there already."

"Yeah, thanks."

They left and Frank put him in the car. Louis drove them to the House as quickly as he could careful not to get pulled over. This was not a situation for the cops to be involved. They arrived and Bob ran inside to get a hospital stretcher. Frank did not want to let Gerard go, but he knew time was not on their side. He relinquished him to Bob, and through his gasps Bob put him on the surface. They moved him into the House then carefully down the stairs where the operating room was. The doctor took one look at his patient and then at everyone.

"Out all of you out now!"

"I'm staying."

Frank looked at Bob. He looked down at Gerard.

"Yeah, he's staying or you will look worse than him."

"Alright, get cleaned up Bob, the rest of you out, you are contaminating the area."

They all left and Bob carefully took Gerard's hand.

"Gee man, it's me Bobby."

Gerard flinched as if he'd been hit by lightning and let out a choked sob.

"Easy easy, you're safe now. I got you. We are going to fix you. Trust me."

Gerard whimpered, bringing his arm over his face and let out these little, wrecked sobs. One after the other.

"We have to move him so I can examine and assess the damage."

Bob growled a bit.

"I'm not leaving him."

"Fine, then put on gloves and help me."

He did so and then they gently moved Gerard onto his stomach.

Gerard couldn't stop shaking. He had no control over his body. He wanted to pass out and never wake up. When he blinked his eyes closed he felt himself drift... He felt so... serene. The sobbing stopped. The shaking stopped. The pain stopped. He was asleep and it was temporary utopia.

"I think he's good, I am not sure he even felt the needle go in."

"That's good because he is afraid of them."

The doctor checked the area, and Bob winced when he saw the damage. He hoped M. would skin those guys alive, but that would be too good for them still. He got to work holding the area open while the doctor stitched any open fissures. Fortunately or unfortunately because Gerard had been used so much in the past, he actually had less damage than a normal man would. Bob was not sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. An hour later they were finished, and Bob let go of Gerard's flesh. They moved him to a clean surface and made sure the IV was intact.

"Now we wait for him to wake up."

***Time Stamp: Friday, November 13th***

***Gerard & Frank***

Gerard blinks eyes open just as he had closed him. He licks his chapped lips and groans quietly. He felt like shit... Like he'd been dead for a hundred years and had been brought back as a sick joke. He was just about to call out for someone- anyone until he realized his hand was being held. He freaked out, afraid to see who was holding it, but when he looked up he saw the person who the hand belonged to, and his heart dropped. Frank. His husband. He looked just as destroyed as Gerard felt. The man was snoring lightly, wearing the same clothes Gerard last saw him in, and had a bad case of facial scruff. Gerard felt bad. It looked as if Frank had gone through a lot... Like he was suffering, but at the same time Gerard felt happy. Frank was by his side. The older man murmured something in his sleep and rubbed his nose cutely. Right then and there Gerard wanted to kiss him... Despite how damaged they both were.

"Mmmm, Gee... zzzzzzzzzz"

Gerard moved his hand up to Frank's wrist and tugged on his sleeve, indicating that he was there.

"Gee, stop... gotta go to... zzzzzzzzzzz, mmmm, more, I zzzzzzzzzz"

"Frank."

Gerard croaked, shaking his husband gently.

"Hmm, wha? Gee? Gee? GEE! Oh my fucking God you're awake! How long? Wait what time is it?"

Frank tried to look at his watch, but it was on the wrist that was with Gerard and he was not letting go. He wanted to jump up and kiss him. He wanted to hug him and more, but he held it in. Frank knew the trauma that he went through and he did not want to scare him anymore.

"How are you feeling baby?"

Gerard smiled weakly and licked his lips.

"Better."

Gerard squeezed his husband’s hand.

"Can I... can I kiss you?"

Frank was not going to do anything without asking for a while. Gerard went rigid, but he nodded hesitantly. Frank lifted his hand and cradled Gerard's. He opened his palm and kissed it lightly, barely grazing his lips against the skin.

"I-I-I thought I lost you."

Gerard's bottom lip began to quiver, and he let out a shuddered breath.

"I... I was thinking about you... The whole time. And the kids. I thought I wasn't going to see you guys ever again."

"I will always find you Geebear. It may take me more time than I want it to, but I will never let you go. In this life and the next, you are mine."

Frank wanted to hold him so badly, but he would wait till he was invited by Gerard. Gerard nodded and wiped the tears under his eyes with his free hand.

"I love you so much, Frankie. So, so much."

"We are going to get through this I promise you. I will wait as long as you need. I will wait till you are ready to come to me, but I will never stop having some kind of contact with you. You may be broken right now, but you are not not not unfixable and I would spend every last cent I had to make you whole again."

Frank looked into his wife's eyes when he said this. He wanted him to know it was the God's honest truth.

"I love you Gerard Iero, now and forever."

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The first month had been hard. The hardest. The night terrors, changing the sheets more than once a day, he was so tired, and the depression. Stan insisted on using his personal therapist. It was the least he felt he could do. He knew that Frank had enough money to care for Gerard, but Stan felt like the whole thing was his fault. He actually blamed himself for Gerard needed a smoke, and not having an indoor lounge. He created one of course, as well an outdoor one, but that was enclosed to the outside of the gallery. Not that Gerard had been smoking much anyway. The kids. The kids were amazing. They did not shy away from the news; they just wanted to know that their mom was alright. They stayed with Gerard a lot in his room. Kody took care of the fire while Kat took care of Gerard. Gerard was afraid that they were going to mess up their senior year, but they both assured him they were fine and would be worse without knowing anything.

Gabe came around, and brought Gerard little gifts to make him smile. Frank was not the least bit jealous of this treatment. Everyone else had kept their physical distance, but spoke to Gerard by phone, text, e-mail, and video phone. Everyone was trying their best to love Gerard the way they knew how.

The second month was better. Gerard was able to go back to school with no penalty to his grade. They thought he was in the hospital, and they did not need to know more. By the third month, Gerard had returned to work in spirit. He was doing work by computer, and still getting clients for the gallery. Stan was amazed and gave him a raise, for his work and effort, nothing else.

Frank and Gerard were Frank and Gerard.

"No baby, seriously, you don’t have to do anything. I am fine. Let’s just hold hands, and get some sleep okay?"

Gerard pressed his hand against Frank’s crotch and whined.

"Frank... C'mon,"

He cooed, climbing on top of his husband gently.

"You're not ready yet, please believe me. I want you so much, but you still have the nightmares, and..."

It was really hard to concentrate on his words with Gerard rubbing him through his pajama pants, but they had gone through this before. It was a disaster the first time, and after that too. He was trying too hard. Frank could not touch him yet. He pushed him away then screamed, and cursed and fought like he could not during the assault.

"Baby please I... oh fuck, no no no, you have to stop."

"Please... C'mon, Frankie. Let's just try. Maybe I'm ready... We... Can..."

He trailed off, and grinds down on Frank,s hardening cock. He grinds down on his husband until he's panting, and closing his eyes.

"Don't make me beg Frank. I'll fucking beg."

"But, I can't touch you, and you, ah ah ah, freak out if I I I"

Frank's head fell back. It had been so long and it felt so good. He wanted it so bad, but he was not going to use his wife to get off. Not like this. As much as Frank did not want to, he needed to show Gerard his mistake. He reached up and grabbed his hips as if he were trying to press him down for more friction. He waited for the reaction.

"..."

Gerard looked down at him, smirking.

"It's gonna take a bit more than that to freak me out."

He pressed his lips against his husband’s, and kissed him sloppily. Was it possible? Was this really happening? Frank had been so patient for these past months. He was fucking hard too. So hard that it hurt. This time he did pull Gerard down to gain friction against his cock. It was straining against his pajamas, and he thought he was going to bust the button holding the piss opening closed.

"Oh God Gee, you just, you don’t know right now. I just fuck!"

"That feels so good..."

He whispered, breaking the kiss.

"We need this, Frankie. We need so fucking much. I wanna feel you inside me. Do you know how it makes me feel to know that... That those monsters were the last... The last thing inside of me?"

Gerard pressed his ass down against his husband’s growing erection.

"I need this."

"We need *pant* we need to take this slow. You could damage again and the, fuck, doc said that..."

Frank could not think anymore. It felt so good to feel Gerard against him. He wanted more he wanted skin. He did not think about it, he just pushed Gerard down on the bed, and moved up to kiss him. Gerard practically growled, shoving his hands up the back of Frank’s shirt and ran his blunt nails across his smooth skin.

"Get this off."

He said breathlessly, attempting to yank his husband's shirt off. Frank striped immediately of his shirt, and the went to remove his pants. His cock sprung out, and it felt so good in the warm wet air... except it was not in the air, it was in his wife's mouth.

"Holy fuck Gee, that feels... fuck!"

Gerard hummed around his husband’s cock, and closed his eyes. He wrapped his hand around Frank’s base, and stroked him steadily as he pulled his mouth off slowly to take a deep breath.

"I... Gee, are you sure?"

Gerard nodded and lay back down, and the pose he was in was so perfect that Frank did not want to take his eyes off of him. He groped blindly for the nightstand and the drawer. He knocked over shit, and Gerard was laughing at him, but he did not care. He found the lube and the condom. He hated having to use them, but it was hard for Gerard to submit to the test, mostly because of the needles.

"I'm gonna go really slow okay baby? You tell me to stop, and I will, I promise."

Gerard nodded. He was feeling jittery now.

"I need it badly, Frankie."

Frank made sure to use way more lube than he ever had before. He brought his hand over to Gerard's opening and pressed in slowly.

"Talk to me baby, tell me what you feel, what you need."

"Ah!"

Gerard screamed, cringing.

"Oh god, that scared me."

He forced a laugh and took a deep breath. Frank froze. This was what he did not want. He did not want to hurt him. It was too soon. His cock began to deflate a bit, and he pulled his finger away then used his shirt to wipe it off.

"It's all right Gee, really it is. Come on let’s get some sleep."

"No, no, no... Frank, c'mon. I didn't freak out! I'm making progress. Just... Just please."

He pulled Frank on top of him.

"I can do it..."

He starting to pump his husband’s softening cock.

"Gee, I still think you are trying too hard. You need more time. Look how about I go down on you instead?"

Frank figured he could make a compromise, and that would make Gerard happy.

"Frank. This is... This isn't... I'm trying to breakthrough here. You going down on me isn't going to be it."

Gerard suddenly feels stupid. He was so close... So fucking close. Frank was hard. He was excited, they nearly fucked.

"I just, I just don't want to hurt you and..."

Frank did not get to finish his sentence because Gerard pushed him down on his back and began to suck him off. It was a very determined move. He also had a good grip on his shaft, and was being very sloppy with his spit. It dribbled down and coated his fingers. Gerard pulled back and smiled when Frank was fully hard again.

"Wanna give it a go?"

"Gee, I..."

Frank choked on his words as he watched his wife reach around then push his spit covered fingers inside of himself. He saw the violent shudder go through him, and wanted to stop him. Before he could though he heard a moan come from Gerard, and he finally realized what Gerard had been saying.

"You look so beautiful like that baby."

Gerard nibbled on his bottom lip and looked Frank in his eyes, moaning and working his fingers in out of himself.

"I can't wait to feel you inside of me."

He spoke breathlessly. Frank reached out, and gently grabbed Gerard by the waist. He moved him to straddle his thigh as he grabbed the condom then put it on. He slicked himself up and helped Gerard straddle him.

"Easy does it now baby, go slow okay?"

Gerard laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah..."

He sunk down on the tip of Frank's cock.

"Ah..."

He gasped and licked his lips.

"Fuck, I forgot how big you are... Actually. No I didn't."

He giggled and closed his eyes...

"Remember how I use to fuck you in my dad’s bed when he was at work? Yeah, you fucking loved it."

Gerard was sat completely down on Frank’s cock, and his body was stiff. He released an obnoxious, forced moan and tossed his head back. Frank knew something was wrong. After two years with this beautiful creature, he could tell when a sound from him was being forced. He placed his hands on Gerard's thighs, and felt the shiver. He was not here, and it was not Frank's cock that was inside him... In his mind it was Him

"Baby baby, look at me, come on. Hey, remember when we were in Paris in the dressing room of the club? The first time I found out you liked wearing thongs?"

Frank was trying to bring Gerard back from his personal nightmares. He tried to mention all the intimate moments that he could. He knew he needed to move inside him too, otherwise he would go soft and that would make the situation worse.

"It's your fault for wearing such tight pants in the first place."

He stopped and looked down at his wife. The thong was a shocking hue of blue with a ribbon woven in at the top. it was something that would suit a woman, but on Gerard it just looked right. Not to mention his cock was peeking over the top of it. Frank could not help chuckle and reach out to rub his thumb over the exposed head.

"Playin hide and seek are we?"

Gerard moaned, and pushed himself against Frank’s hand.

"Frankie… uh.”

Gerard nodded hard, rolling his hips, and groaned as if he were in pain.

"Y-yeah,"

He whimpered, lowering his hands on Frank's chest. But he's not remembering Paris as clearly as he remembers the rape.

Scot panted, letting go of Gerard's throat, and placed both his hands on his hips then rammed into him mercilessly. With his throat unblocked he is able to take his cock in deeper. Kent notices right away, and takes advantage of it as he picks up the pace. He decided to follow Scot's idea, and he pulls out then cums all over his face and chest.

"Fuuuccckkk!"

"And the limo, the first time we had sex was on the way to the airport. I remember loving the sounds that you made. You made me want you so bad that I just could not wait."

Frank felt him relax a little, and he kept going as he thrust upward. Gerard was still stiff as Frank was doing all the work still, but he did not care. Frank could hear him release a little whimper.

"You're so big..."

Gerard giggled in between moans and then cried out again.

"Oh fuck! You found my... fuck, fuck... Yeah, right there!"

He grinds himself on Frank’s cock, and pushes his hands down on Frank’s chest. Frank gripped Gerard's hips so hard that he is sure that he left marks.

"That’s it baby, fucking ride me. Mmmm just like that. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Just wanna keep you on my cock and never let you stop.”

"Ah, ah, ah. So, mmmm, so thick and long. Harder, I need it harder, Frankie."

Gerard whimpered again and scraped his nails down Frank’s sweaty chest. He was starting to feel relaxed now... Loose and warm... Until...

"He's not going back to Iero. He's mine now."

Scot spoke loud and clear.

"He's going to be fucked, and beaten everyday for the rest of his miserable life."

Scot grunted and stood up. He fixed his pants up, and kicked Gerard against his ribs.

"Just like this."

Gerard screamed behind the gag.

"I was-want to. I wanna... Oh god, I wanna remember."

He cried, hanging his head.

"What about my birthday? You looked so fucking good in that apron. I didn't think I was ever gonna go soft that night, and the role play we did, so fucking hot!"

;"Wow Gee, just wow."

Gerard twirled a tendril of his hair around his index finger, and winked.

"Looks like someone's a little speechless... “

Gerard whispered seductively.

"I could be six feet under, and still have a hard on right now that could break fucking concrete. Fuck Gee, how do you do that?"

Gerard laughed loudly and signaled Frank, with his other index finger, to join him on the bed.

"C'mere, funny man."

;Gerard could feel himself growing hard, and the way his erection poked his apron up looked pretty ridiculous, but that was the least of his worries. Frank smirked as he walked forward. He replaced his eye patch, and took out his blunderbuss. He cocked it then pointed it at Gerard's chest.

"So wench, have ye cleaned my quarters like you were ordered to?"

Gerard batted his lashes, licked his lips and shook his head.

"No... I think I need to be punished. I've been a very naughty girl, Captain."

He began to see life in him now. His arms circled his neck a bit, his focus was coming back. One more he thought, just one. Gerard's body was tingling now. He was breathing in and out harshly. He can feel the pleasure... He can feel it coursing through his entire body...

"Y'like that, you little piece of shit? D'you remember this cock? Yeah... I bet you've dreamt of this moment."

Scot moaned hoarsely, yanking Gerard's head back, and kissed his throat sloppily. Gerard's jaw was slack and wide, his face was wet with tears and sweat. His body was rigid, and his spine was bending in a way that shouldn't be possible. He wanted the torture to end. He wanted to be put out of his misery.

"N-no..."

Gerard gasped, tears trickling down his face.

"F-Frank."

He whimpered, pressing himself down on Frank’s thrusts. He held himself there, and he felt a spark. An intense spark of pleasure.

"And New Year’s, you surprised me by wearing stockings under those pants. Your legs baby, I wanted to just eat you, and I am pretty sure I did. You taste so fucking good too. Love your cock and the taste of your cum. All mine, no one else, unless we both agree that is. We are in control, you are in control."

Frank gripped one hand on Gerard's bound wrist, and held them as he continued to fuck him hard and fast. There was no time for slow and sensual. Frank knew that neither Gerard nor he wanted it any other way right now.

"There! Right there!"

Gerard screamed into Frank’s ear and attempted to lift his arms up.

"F-Fuck, Frankie! Oh god. I'm gonna cum!"

"Without me even touching you huh? Do it then, cum for me, I want to feel it."

Gerard mewled when those words left Frank’s mouth.

"Cum for me."

"Harder, please Frankie."

Gerard urged, tightening his legs around him. Frank let go of Gerard's wrists, and got a good grip on both his hips. He pulled the younger man to him with hard swift strokes, making sure to aim for his prostate every time. Frank was soon rewarded as Gerard screamed just as Frank had wanted him to.

That seemed to do it. Gerard was looking at him now. At him. He was there, he was in Frank's arms, and no one else’s. He parted his lips and spoke.

"I love you, Frankie."

He whispered, moaning quietly.

"That's it baby, that's it, stay with me."

Frank scooted back so that he was against the headboard now. He pulled Gerard to him, and held him in a warm embrace. Not too tight, but enough to let him know that he was loved.

"I'm gonna cum."

He gasped out, grunting as he grinds down on his husband swiftly. One... Two... Three... Four times.. He's cumming hard, gripping onto Frank's shoulders for dear life as he chants 'fuck' in a high, airy voice over and over again in Frank's ear loudly. It felt so good feeling Gerard cum. Frank wiped his fingers through it and slipped them inside his mouth. It had been months since he tasted his wife.

"God baby, I can feel you, oh God you're gonna make me cum too."

Gerard was slumped over Frank, panting and trying to regain composure. Frank tightened his grip on Gerard knowing it was alright now. That he was safe in Frank's arms. He thrust up a few more times, and then he was cumming. He only wished that it was inside Gerard, and not the condom. Now instead of being able to bask in the afterglow, he extracted himself to remove the obstruction.

"I hate not being able to fill you up Gee, I really do."

Gerard rolled over, and fell against the bed, running his hand through his messy sex hair.

"Yeah..."

He whispered, bringing himself up on his elbows. He looked down at his lap, and saw the mess of cum then closed his eyes tightly to stop himself from freaking out.

"I'm... So relieved, but I'm still scared. I feel like shit because I'm not better... That whole time I... I couldn't stop thinking about them."

"Oh baby, I told you that you were not ready. Did I hurt you?"

Frank dropped the condom in the trash. He grabbed a towel and used it to clean his wife off. He held him as Gerard sobbed into his shoulder.

"Why don't we start with getting that test done? That will make you feel better, knowing that you are alright on the inside."

Gerard nodded numbly, and wrapped his arms around Frank’s shoulders.

"Kay..."

"We can do it at M.'s if it makes you feel safer. Whatever you need baby."

Gerard pressed himself against Frank with all his weight and nodded again.

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll get better."

"I know you will Gee, and I will be there every step of the way, I promise."

Frank pulled Gerard to him, and kissed him with everything that he had. He poured his soul into the kiss. Frank just hoped that Gerard knew how he felt. They were going to get through this together.

Notes

Hey everyone! Only about four more chapters on this fic! Can you believe it is almost over!?

All right, so the first year is up for our favorite couple and they managed to survive the tricks of Gerard's evil brother so happy ending yay? You didn't think it was going to be that easy did you?

Pay attention to the Time Stamps so that you do not get confused. This chapter started out just after the second year of marriage.

Please Enjoy and keep an open mind that we write what we do because we have to, not because we always enjoy it. ^-^