House Wife

Mikey was bored. Usually Johnny came around at this time, but Mikey had not seen Johnny all day. He thought that was strange, but shrugged it off. He dressed for dinner and headed downstairs.

”Sweetheart?"

Mikey was surprised when Stan was not waiting for him in the dining room as usual. Mikey walked into the den, and found Stan sitting in front of the fireplace. He had a lit cigar in his hand.

”Sweetheart, you know you are not supposed to smoke. The doctor said it was not good with your heart condition, and…”

”How long?”

”How long what love?”

”How long have you been sleeping with him?”

Mikey stilled. What had Stan found out? Who was he talking about? Was it Daddy or Brendon? He decided to play dumb.

”Honey, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Stan stood up and looked at Mikey. The look in his eyes was filled with sadness, tinged with anger.

”Please do not lie to me Michael.”

”I’m not Stany I swear!”

”So then he lied to me?”

”Who? Who are you talking about?

”You know very well who I am talking about Michael.”

Mikey was starting to get agitated.

”No I don’t! I don’t appreciate you making me answer all these questions in riddles either!”

”You will not raise your voice to me young lady!”

”Oh yeah, why not? What are you going to do about it?”

Mikey was not ready for the slap. The sting knocked him to the ground. Stan towered over him shaking his fist. Mikey had never seen him like this before.

”Ten years Michael! Ten years, and he was one of my most loyal and trusted servants!”

Now Mikey realized who he was talking about. He almost laughed about it. Instead he continued to cower, formulating a plan in his head.

”That is the first time I have ever had to dismiss a servant for sleeping with my wife!”

”I’m sorry Stan… I don’t know what came over me.”

”You are lucky that it only happened once.”

”I…”

"Marianna saw Johnny coming out of your room in the middle of the night. The bastard was pulling up his zipper for Christ sakes. No shame at all. Naturally she told me as soon as she could, and I dismissed him immediately. Now what do you have to say for yourself?”

So that was the bitch that ratted him out. He would handle that in a moment, but right now the wheels clicked into place as to what to do with Stan.

”*sigh* I don’t know what to say Stan. It was a moment of weakness that I never felt before. Look, why don’t I fix us a drink and we can sit and talk about this like civil adults?”

”Fine, but don't think you are not getting some kind of punishment for this.”

”Oh course not. I will be right back.”

Mikey heads to the kitchen and the liquor cabinet. His mind is racing, putting all the details together. He pulls out the vodka and blue curaco. He then goes to the cabinet and finds the pineapple juice and a can of coconut cream. Next to the fridge for the cherries, and finally under the sink for the Drano. He tosses the ingredients in the blender and whirls it to life. He pours out one for himself then adds the Drano to the remainder. Mikey mixes that and adds it to Stan’s drink. He adds an extra cherry to his own so he knows which one is his. Finished with his preparations, Mikey carries the drinks back into the room.

”Here Stan, I made you something special.”

***Stan***



Stan cannot help but smile when he sees the drink in his wife’s hand. He knows he should be angry, but when he is handed the Blue Hawaiian. It reminded him of their tenth anniversary when they, along with Howard, went to the islands. Howard had business anyway and offered to fly them. The sun had gotten to him on that trip and Mikey had spent time with him till he would fall asleep and then Howard would be kind enough to take him sightseeing. He often wondered why Brendon never came on the trips, but he never questioned. He offers a seat to Mikey then settles into his own. He takes a sip of the drink and sighs. There is a little after taste, but he shrugs it off. After all Mikey is a professional wife, not bartender. Of course he would not make a perfect drink. Stan watches as Mikey delicately sips his drink. There is silence between them as they drink. He wonders if he should speak first, but his stomach is not feeling too well. Probably all the agitation, and the cigar did not help. He still continued to drink because Mikey kept going. He figured that the alcohol may make the conversation easier for the much younger man. Stan was nearly half done with his drink, and his stomach was getting worse. It was a good thing that he did not eat dinner yet. Mikey looked up at him and smiled.

”Something wrong sweetheart?”

”Just a little stomach ache, that’s all.”

”Oh, well the coconut milk in the drink will coat and ease it I am sure.”

Stan smiled and took another drink. He was down to a quarter of the glass, and now his throat began to burn a little. It started with just a tingle at first, but now he started to cough and it was really irritated. He coughed one hard one and blood spat from his mouth.

”Well that’s not good is it?”

"Michael, I think something is really wrong with me.”

”Mmmm, yeah, looks like your throat is really in bad shape huh? Finish your drink, the cold ice will soothe it.”

It made some sense, so Stan did just that, except that it did not work for long because he brought it right back up along with blood and now bile.

”Michael, I think I need to go to the hospital.”

”Okay, I will call 911.”

Michael goes to retrieve his phone as the pain hits Stan hard, and he curls up into a ball. Mikey returns with the phone.

”Are they on their *groan* way?”

”Hmmm, oh no, I did not call them.”

Stan looked up at his wife.

”Why? *cough cough* W-W-Why not?’

”Because silly Stany, if I call them you'll go to the hospital. Then they would figure out that you have been poisoned, and that just won’t do. After, I get arrested, and it is just a bigger mess to clean up. This way I can take care of your body on my own, and no one would be the wiser.”

Stan shook his head as he coughed up more blood. This was not happening to him. His sweet wife of fifteen years was trying to kill him.

”W-W-W-Why?”

”Why? Oh Stany, you must know that I am not in love with you. I have not loved you, ever. It was all about my freedom and being the perfect wife. Then it was about the money and the lifestyle. Oh and you were so stupid. You didn't even realize I was fucking my best friend, and getting fucked by his husband. Plus Johnny for the last eight years. Not to mention all the random men I let fuck me in clubs and bars. I mean, you got lucky that you never got anything from them because I never used any protection. I just did not give a shit.”

Stan could feel his stomach turning inward now. His throat was raw with whatever poison Mikey had used. It had burned holes into the areas it had touched. The blood was starting to flow more freely back into his stomach where he would vomit it back up again, irritating it even more. Stan knew he was going to die and no one was going to save him. He looked up at his beautiful wife, trying to find the boy he fell in love with fifteen years ago. Now all he saw was the succubus. The venomous monster that stood there in his place. That was the last thing that Stan saw as his body wracked with pain, and he gasped his last breath in this world.

***Mikey***

Mikey watched Stan riddled with pain. It felt good to tell him his true feelings as he watched the pitiful man that he called husband die before him in agony. He then left the room, dialing his phone.

*ring ring*

”Howard Residence.”

”Hey Daddy, is Brendon around?”

”Not at the moment, is there anything I can do for you My Mikey?”

Mikey giggled as Daddy used his little nickname.

”Mmmm maybe. I’ve kind of been a bad girl, and need to be punished.”

”Well then, why don’t you come over and tell Daddy all about it?

”I think I can do that, give me a little time to get ready.”

”You can have all the time in the world My Mikey.”

Mikey hung up with Daddy then went into the kitchen. He went to the cutlery and chose a decent sized knife. He would get ready for Daddy in a few minutes, but first he had to take care of a nosy bitch.

***Jepha***

Jepha was fixing himself a drink when the doorbell rang.

”Now announcing the arrival of Mrs. Claymore.”

Jepha smiled and made a second drink. He brought it into the living room where Mikey was waiting for him. He looked breathtaking as always, and Jepha knew he had dressed just for him. He handed his guest a glass and kissed him softly. Mikey sat down and took a dainty sip. He was so much more feminine than Brendon. Sometimes Jepha wished that he had found Mikey first, but knowing all the stuff that the boy got up to, he is glad that he is part of that and not the one being snuck around on.

”So what did my naughty girl do now?”

”I’ve been a bad bad girl Daddy. I had to defend myself against my mean old husband.”

”Stan, what did he do to you?”

Mikey turned his face a little and Jepha saw a hand print across Mikey’s cheek.

”He hit you?”

”Uh huh.”

”Oh, my poor baby, come here to Daddy.”

Mikey crossed to him and settled on his lap. He buried his face in his neck. Jepha quietly stroked his back.

”Tell me about it.”

”He found out about Johnny and I.”

”Oh man, uh anyone else?”

Jepha was not stupid. He knew what would happen if they got caught, but Mikey shook his head.

”No, just Johnny and he thought it was just once.”

”Mmmm so what did you do to defend yourself?”

”Let’s just say that Stan is never going to touch me again.”

”Oh man baby I am so sorry.”

Mikey nuzzled further into Jepha’s lap, and he could feel his cock beginning to stir from the pressure.

”Take care of me Daddy?”

”Of course My Mikey.”

Jepha picked Mikey up and carried him up the stairs to his bedroom. He lay him on the bed and began to slowly strip him of his clothing.

”Even more beautiful now My Mikey.”

Mikey blushed and it ran the course of his body. Jepha removed his clothing and then climbed on top of the younger man. He kissed him deeply and felt Mikey’s leg wrap around him, pulling their cocks together. He moaned along with Mikey at the wonderful feeling.

”I want you on top. Want to watch you ride my cock.”

”Anything for you Daddy.”

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***Brendon***

”I'm just going to go straight home now, Max."

Brendon climbed into the car. His driver bowed at him as he shut the door. His favorite shop was being renovated and that pissed him off because he was actually looking forward to doing a little self shopping. Now that he couldn't, he mentally crossed that off of his to-do list. Going home and doing a few chores was all that he had left on his list. The whole car ride he sulked. When the manor came to view he whined and got out of the car once it was in park. He slammed the door shut behind him and hurried up the walkway, still angry about having to be home so early in the day. At least Daddy would be home... Hopefully not too busy with work. Brendon closed the front door behind him and walked through the house, sighing glumly to himself.

"I'm home."

Brendon called out into the silence. He didn't expect a response. Even if Daddy did hear him he would wait until Brendon found him to properly respond to him. Entering the kitchen, Brendon grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a carton of ice cream from the freezer. He drank most of the water and had a few spoonfuls of ice cream. Once he felt satisfied he put everything away and cleaned up his mess. Daddy must be in the bedroom, Brendon thought to himself as he started going up stairs. He's finally in front of his bedroom door and before he pushed it open he hears moaning... Daddy moaning, but not just him. The other voice was familiar. So familiar and he was scared to discover who it was... Even though he already had a clue. He listened to the moaning for what felt like an eternity. When he finally built up the courage, he pushed the door open and saw his husband in bed with his best friend.

”Mikey…”

He wanted to say something more than a whisper, but he was in shock. So instead he backed out without a word and dashed into the spare bedroom down the hall.

***Mikey & Brendon***

Mikey was enjoying himself. This was the perfect thing to take his mind off of his now deceased husband. He wondered what he should do to the body. He would have asked for Johnny's help, but since that is the reason that Stan ceased to breathe anymore, it was a moot point. He was jolted out of his thoughts by a particularly hard upward thrust by Daddy. He answered by grinding down against it, and making the older man gasp out. He loved that he had that control. Mikey opened his eyes and looked down, but saw that Daddy was looking towards the door.

"Well it seems we are not alone anymore."

"Shit Brendon, why didn't you say something?!"

"I just did Love."

"I gotta go fix this quick!"

"Oh no, first you have to fix me My Mikey."

Daddy gripped his hips and thrust up hard and fast straight hitting his prostate every time. Mikey cried out and dug his nails into Daddy's chest as he bucked and came without being touched. Daddy then spilled hot and long into Mikey. Mikey collapsed against Daddy's chest panting for air. Daddy chuckled and patted his thigh.

"Now you can go."

Mikey shakily got to his feet, cum slipping out of him, and wrapped himself in one of Brendon's robes. He walked to the door and looked back at Daddy, who was striking a match and lighting a cigar. He smirked at Mikey, winking at him, and Mikey left the room. He walked down the hall to Brendon's room. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Brendon?"

Brendon couldn't decide whether he should answer Mikey's call. Here he was, torn. He couldn't understand why his best friend was sleeping with his husband. He wanted to know why he did it. So he decided to answer.

"What?"

"Can I come in please?"

Without a response Brendon pulled open the bedroom door and stepped aside. He looked over at his 'best friend's' appearance, and noticed there was a bruise forming on his face. The only explanation Brendon can come up with is Mikey and Daddy must've been rough with one another. Mikey hugged his arms around him tightly rubbing them, he had to come up with a good excuse. He noticed that Brendon was looking at where Stan had slapped him and he internally smiled.

"I had a fight with Stan. He accused he of sleeping with my personal servant."

Mikey walked to the bed and sat down on the end lightly, turning his knees inward and staring at the rug.

"I told him it was not true and he called he a liar and a slut then he he he, he hit me."

Brendon double took and literally gasped, but he didn't make an effort to console the other man. The whole thing just didn't sound right. Realizing that, Brendon gave Mikey another look over and crossed his arms over his chest.

"So that meant you just had to come all the way to my house and ruin my marriage?"

Now Mikey looked up and his eyes were full of tears and shame.

"No, I came to talk to you about it and you were not here. Jepha offered to talk to me and I was crying and he was holding me and then... he kissed me and... I was just so upset, I did not stop him. l I thought maybe Stan was right and that I was a slut. Maybe your husband could see that, and just decided to use me how I was best suited."

Brendon frowned and allowed his arms to drop to his sides. He took a deep breath and shook his head.

"Mikey..."

He hoped his friend was telling the truth. He wanted to believe he was the victim in all of this. Brendon hoped he was right.

"I should've known Jepha would do something like that. I see the way he looks at the other housewives... Especially you. I'm sorry."

Brendon pulled his friend into a hug and rubbed his back. He can feel the man’s spine and it made him cringe a little bit. Mikey once again smirked, Brendon was so easy. Now he just needed to really smooth everything over. He pulled away from Brendon and smiled shyly.

"Hey Bren, I really need to forget everything right now. Jepha said that he was going out, how about we cook some liquid fun up and get fucked up ourselves. Then you can help me get this bad taste out of my mouth because you know I would always rather taste you instead my love."

Mikey leaned in and nipped at Brendon's jaw lightly. Brendon didn't feel like getting high, but now that he understood what Mikey's been through he couldn't turn him down. He nodded apprehensively against his friend's intimate actions.

"S-sure Mikey. Whatever'll make you feel better."

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Mikey watched Brendon fill the last syringe with heroin and put it aside. All together there were four of them. In the dish was the dregs that were too potent to shoot up with safely. Brendon was always careful to leave them alone. Mikey wondered just once what a high like that would be like. He watched as Brendon picked up two of the syringes and walked over to the bed. Mikey already had his arm tied off with the rubber tubing. Brendon felt for the vein and them carefully pushed the needle into his skin while slowly pressing the stopper. The rush of warmth trickled into his body and he sighed. Once his was empty, Brendon picked up the second one and injected it in his own tied off arm. He crawled on the bed with Mikey and propped them against the pillows as the drug began to take effect.

"Thanks Bren."

"Any time, Mikey."

Brendon smiled weakly at his friend. He was still upset with the man, but he knew he could never hold a grudge against him. Not even for 5 minutes. There was just something about him. His smart talk, his aura... Whatever it was Brendon was hooked. Mikey was like heroin.

"Mmmm, so good."

Mikey slid back against the headboard. He was feeling the effects of the drug fully now. He opened his eyes a little and smiled at his best friend.

"Come cuddle with me Brendolin my love."

Brendon scooted closer to Mikey and wrapped his arm around him. They snuggled up together comfortably.

"So..what's going to happen between you and Stan?"

”Ah him, well, I always told Stany to not trust anyone with his drinks, but you know Stan, he never listens...well now he never has to again."

Mikey chuckled to himself kissing the top of Brendon's head.

"I love you Brendon, so much and soon, soon we can be together and happy, well once I take care of my loving sibling like I did that nosy bitch that ratted me out."

Brendon tensed up after Mikey finished his sentence. He looked at his expression and saw that he looked content. The smile on his face was scaring Brendon.

"W-What?"

"Yeah, soon when Stan and Gee are, ha ha ha, sleeping together, then I will finally be free and I can have everything I have always wanted, which includes you of course."

Mikey lifted Brendon's chin and stroked it lightly.

"You are so beautiful Brendolin. Come here."

Mikey pulled Brendon forward and kissed him. Brendon pulled away slowly and looked into Mikey's eyes. There was nothing there. Nothing human.

"Uh... Y-yeah, okay."

Brendon sat up slowly and climbed out of bed.

"I'll be right back, Mikey. I've gottah use the bathroom."

Mikey's eyes went quickly from out of focus to sharp.

"I'll come with you. I have cottonmouth and could use a drink of water."

"Don't worry about it I'll get it for you. You don't have to get out of bed."

Brendon started to slip away and Mikey grabbed his wrist.

"OH, but I don't mind, you know?"

Brendon stood still and looked into his friend's intense eyes. Did he know? He must've figured it out...

"Mikey. It's fine. I can do it."

He wanted to be released and leave the bedroom so he could warn Gerard. He wanted to warn everyone if he could. He yanked his hand free from his friend, and circled his wrist with his fingers, easing the pain Mikey just caused him.

"I'll be right back, okay?"

He started to back out of the bedroom now.

Mikey got off the bed a little disorientated from the drugs, but still sharp enough to know Brendon was not on his side right now. He walked after the young man, closing in as they moved into the hallway. They moved past Jepha's room and then the bathroom.

"Brendon, you just passed the bathroom. You really did not have to use it did you? Where were you going Bren? Going to tell on me to Daddy? Going to warn my brother?"

"N-no! Mikey, your water. I was going to get your water first."

He was standing in front of the staircase now, looking down before he turned to face his deranged friend. He'd realized, in that moment, standing where he was had been a terrible idea. He couldn't try to move, because then Mikey would know Brendon was terrified of him.

"Brendon, you understand why I did it right? I mean, you are on my side right?"

Mikey looked at him searching for that love that he could trust, and saw nothing but deceit. At that moment he knew he was alone in his quest to free himself from his burdens. Mikey reached over to caress Brendon's cheek, and he flinched causing him to lose his footing on the top stair. Mikey reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him from falling. Brendon thought he had fallen. He thought Mikey was going to let him drop. He wished Mikey hadn't grabbed him, now he has to endure this a little longer. It was tragic. The irony was laughable. He didn't know what to say. He stared Mikey in his face and shook his head, his eyes begging for him to not hurt anyone else... Not him.

"Don't."

He whispered, staring into the dead, drug laced eyes of his friend. His former friend. His grip was suddenly loosening, slippery and futile.

"Please."

"Sorry Brendolin, but if you are not with me then you are against me."

It was a cliché thing to say, but Mikey did not give a fuck. He let go and watched as Brendon tumbled down the stairs ass over teakettle, and land at the bottom at a weird angle. Mikey sighed and walked down the stairs to check on him. The way his arm was twisted told him that it was clearly broken. He stepped over him and picked up his coat.

"You were a good fuck Brendon, but you were an idiot. How did you miss my fucking coat when you walked past the couch?"

Mikey took off the robe he was wearing and stretched. He could still feel the burn from Daddy's cock inside him along with the slickness of his cum. He sighed. He would miss it, but he doubted that he would ever be able to fuck Daddy again after he becomes a widow. Still it might be possible. It is not unheard of for two widows to console each other.

"Maybe this will have a happy ending after all... Well not for you or Gee, and if Frankie does not cooperate, well he will be another casualty like poor Stan."

Mikey finished getting dressed and he ran back up the stairs. He grabbed his drug paraphilia then looked at the potent left overs. He picked up the two used syringes and filled them up with the dangerous liquid. He looked at the milky substance and smiled.

"Maybe this will get Frankie to cooperate more."

Mikey bounded down the stairs and looked at Brendon again. His face was covered by his hair, but there was no life in him anymore.

"Okay Brendon, I am off to kill my brother and possibly Frankie, but I will tell you a little secret."

Mikey got on his knees and leaned in close to whisper in Brendon's ear.

"I plan on fucking him first."

He then got up and left the house.

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***Brendon***

Instinct: Arms up.

Brendon fell silently, but definitely not painlessly. The fall itself felt like he had fallen into the depths of hell. He crashed to the bottom, arm twisted behind his back and his head pressed to the cold tiled floor. All that's running through his head is: How could he?

He felt like a squashed bug. He couldn't move, but he knew better then to try. Especially with Mikey still around... Especially after the 'little secret'. Brendon heard the door slam, and shifted then cried out in agony. His arm was broken... It could've been worse. It could've been his neck. He managed to get himself up. Mikey was fucking sick and needed to be stopped. That was his motivation as he stumbled to his kitchen to use the phone. He needed to call Gerard. To warn him his brother was coming for him.

"C'mon... C'mon..."

Brendon breathed raggedly, pressing the buttons on the landline.

"C'mon. C'mon!"

He repeated, listening to the call go through. It rings once, twice. Then he receives a sound that indicates the line was busy. Brendon screamed and fell to the floor, dragging the phone with him until the cord flies out of the wall.

Mikey won.

***Gerard***

Gerard was cooking. He'd been cooking for hours actually. Not because the meal was large or difficult for him to prepare. Firstly, he had been indecisive about what he should cook. Yesterday he made salmon with roasted veggies with a garlic paste. The day before they had homemade vegetarian sushi Gerard learned at a cooking class. Secondly, he may have had a glass or two of some really good wine. So, when he finally decided on vegetable meatloaf he still had to wait until his buzz wore off. He hummed to himself as he prepped dinner, smiling when he pulled open the oven and stuffed the tray inside. The smile faded when he heard the doorbell chime throughout the entire house. Who could that be? He exited the kitchen after he had wiped his hands clean on his apron and started for the front door.

"I've got it Charlie!"

Gerard shouted, rushing to answer the door before Charlie could even step away from whatever it was he was tending to.

*ding dong*

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Gerard shouted, pulling the door open.

"Ah... Mikey?"

"Gee..."

Mikey looked a mess. His hair was in all different directions. He had a large red mark on his face that looked like a handprint. His clothing was frayed, but mostly he looked really skinny and unhealthy.

"Gee I..."

Mikey started to fall forward.

"Mikey!"

Gerard screamed out, catching his brother before he could fall and hit the floor.

"What happened? Oh my god, are you okay?"

Gerard started to rush Mikey into his home. When they entered, he kicked the door closed and maneuvered his brother into the living room and onto the couch.

"So tired... Stan hit... hungry... good girl..."

Mikey was making no sense. His words were ragged. It was nothing for Gerard to place Mikey on the couch. He weighed less than Kat did with the baby.

"Stan?"

Gerard echoed.

"Stan did what?"

He looked over his brother's appearance thoroughly and frowned. What the fuck happened?

"Stan... face... ran away..."

Mikey held his cheek in his hand. It was starting to swell and he cradled it gently. Gerard sighed and put two and two together..

.

"Mikey... I can't help you if you don't tell me..."

He grabbed his brother's hands and held onto them tightly.

"Did Stan hit you?"

He got down on his knees and looked up into his brother's red, watery eyes. Mikey would not focus on Gerard. He looked right past him, but he slowly nodded his head. Gerard sighed again, louder this time and tipped his head down slightly.

"Is there anything else... That he did? A-are you hurt? Did he...?"

Gerard couldn't get the words out. He still had trouble with it... Saying it aloud. Mikey trembled and held his sleeve covered arm out. He slowly pushed up the cloth and revealed marks on his wrist and a dotted pattern on his arm.

"He... addict... drug... hungry."

Gerard gasped at the marks, and allowed his eyes to skim freely, without blinking.

"Mikey... I. I don't know what to say. I... L-let me get you something to eat. Okay? Just stay here. I'll be right back."

He jumped up quickly and let go of his brother's hands. Mikey then stood up quickly and pulled Gerard into a hug. It was weak, but Gerard could tell that it held all he had in him.

"Thank you."

Gerard was startled by the hug... He hesitated to wrap his arms around his younger brother. It had been a while since they'd been this close... Face to face even. He wished it had been under different circumstances."Y-you're welcome."

He whispered, unwrapping his arms from around the fragile man. Mikey leaned in and kissed Gerard on the cheek then cracked a small smile that made his dry lips bleed a little. Gerard smiled back and turned to leave. Mikey took his hand and held it till the last minute even as Gerard's back was turned. Gerard felt the small weight of it and squeezed back, The next thing Gerard felt was a pain in his head as he fell to the floor. He heard six words before he succumbed to the darkness.

"You never learn do you Gee?"

***Frank***

The house was dark. Frank got out of the car and looked at the building. Something felt wrong, but he shrugged it off. He was tired from meetings, and Louis needed the day off for family issues. Frank gave him the week off with pay. He walked up the steps to the door. He opened it and looked inside. There was a faint light coming from the dining room. That explained it. Gerard had lit candles. Relaxing a bit more and berating himself for his paranoia, he took his jacket off and announced his arrival.

"Gee, I'm home!"

No answer. Frank tried again.

"Hey baby, where are you?"

Still nothing. Frank hung his coat up and shook off the chill up his back. It was almost spring again, but still the winter chill was in the air. Frank did not think that was what caused his shiver though. He walked down the hall to the living room. Nothing strange there. He moved into the dining room and stopped short of the doorway.

"Hello Frankie."

It was Mikey. He was standing behind Gerard, who was tied to a chair, and had a knife to his throat.

"Won't you join us for dinner?"

Gerard looked into his husbands eyes. Confusion, shock and worry filled them.

"Frank! Don't do anything he tells you."

The knife pressed further into Gerard's throat. Frank could see the pink line from the pressure. Mikey continued to smile at Frank.

"Oh but Gee, you made a lovely dinner for Frankie. I am sure he would not want to insult your cooking."

Where Frank usually sat was a silver dome covered tray. Frank looked at it and then again at his wife. He was worried. Gerard whimpered loudly and tried not to swallow the lump in his throat. He didn't want to do anything that would make Mikey press the knife any closer to his throat... Any closer would mean dying. He said nothing else. He kept his mouth shut and kept his eyes glued on Frank. Mikey held his hand out and gestured at the seat. Frank pulled the chair out, and it scrapped on the floor. The sound echoed through the room and it filled the dead space. He sat down and reached over to open the dome. Underneath was a porterhouse steak. He looked at Mikey and then at Gerard. Gerard looked at Frank's expression as he stared down at the steak.

"He made me, Frank. He made me make it."

Mikey reached out and patted Gerard's shoulder mockingly.

"Now now big brother. You did a great job, and I know that your loving husband here would not want to see your efforts go to waste."

Frank looked at the steak. Sure he slipped up here and there. He might have gotten a pork egg roll by accident or slipped and ate chicken, but he had not touched beef in over ten years. Frank was not even sure if he could digest it. He looked at Mikey again and saw that he changed his grip on the knife. It was more lethal now. Frank did not want to see anything happen to Gerard so he picked up the knife and fork then cut into the meat on his plate. Gerard watched his husband cut the meat and he took a deep breath.

"You don't have to eat it, Frankie. He can't make you."

"Oh, but I can big brother... watch."

Mikey lifted the knife to Gerard’s cheek and dragged the sharp tip down lightly. It made a shallow cut and a small trickle of blood accompanied it. Mikey then brought the knife to his face and licked it.

"Now Frankie, unless you want me to cut up Gee instead, you WILL eat that whole steak. Oh and if you puke, you will eat that too."

Frank was pissed now. Mikey hurt his Gee...his Gee. He cut into the meat and put the first piece in his mouth. Surprisingly it tasted the way he remembered, but he knew that it was better because Gerard made it.

***Gerard***

Gerard was trembling now, the cut on his cheek was stinging slightly. He wanted to do something... He wanted to be untied.

"Mikey. I don't know why you're doing this, but untie me, please, we can talk things through."

Gerard spoke, trying to hide the fear in his voice. Maybe Mikey would listen? Maybe he won't hurt them... But then again, maybe he will. Mikey looked at Gerard then tossed his head back in laughter.

"Gee you are so amusing."

He said nothing else, he just turned his attention back to Frank to make sure that he was still eating. The steak was slowly disappearing into Frank's body, and he was handling it all right. It was a bit salty and he was getting thirsty. Mikey looked at him like he knew and smirked.

"What's a matter Frankie, Gee's cooking too salty for you? Need a drink?"

A drink...

"Mikey."

Gerard tried again, this time louder and much more harsh. He didn't like where this was going.

"Don't you fucking dare..."

Gerard gritted his teeth and squirmed in his seat.

"Now Gee, if Frankie is thirsty it would be wrong not to offer him a nice cool drink."

Mikey turned around and picked up something from behind him. He stepped away from Gerard and placed a glass of blood red liquid in front of Frank. It had several kinds of fruit floating in it. Frank knew exactly what it was.

"I am not drinking that."

"Well then you are not getting anything else."

"Mikey!"

Gerard screamed, thrashing in his seat now. He was losing his fucking patience... and his temper.

"Frank, don't do it."

"Oh he is going to drink it or he will not make it through the next course."

Mikey placed a bowl of rice in front of Frank and poured soy sauce onto it. He smiled as he handed Frank the chopsticks.

"Itadakimasu Frankie."

"Why are you doing this to us?!"

Gerard shouted, squirming to get out of the restraints.

"What did we do to you?!"

Mikey turned around and gave Gerard the coldest stare

.

"What did you do to me? What did you do to me!? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO TO ME!!??"

Mikey stalked over to Gerard forgetting all about Frank, and shoved him hard enough to knock over the chair.

"YOU FUCKING ABANDONED ME! YOU LEFT ME WITH THAT ABUSIVE FUCK WHO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME AND RAPED ME OVER AND OVER AGAIN TILL I RAN AWAY! THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID TO ME AND I AM GOING TO PAY YOU BACK FOR IT BIG BROTHER IN FUCKING SPADES!!!"

Mikey grabbed Gerard's hair and made him cry out in pain. Frank jumped out of the chair and tried to get to him, but Mikey pulled the knife on him.

"Don't you even fucking think about it Frankie. You know what? This is getting boring. Let's move it upstairs where we can be more comfortable."

Mikey began to drag Gerard by his hair, and Frank was scared that he was going to rip it out. Gerard screamed out in pain as Mikey nearly ripped his hair from his scalp. He didn't want to imagine what his brother meant by 'more comfortable'... He just hoped he would snap out of it soon. Frank couldn't even begin to understand why his brother blamed him for the rapes and horrible childhood. If he had stayed where he'd left Mikey the same would have happened to him, but it's not like he didn't get his share of abuse and rape. Gerard been in many situations where he'd been taken and forced sexually more times than his little brother and still, he wasn't as malicious as Mikey.

"S-stop!"

Gerard screamed when the pain started to become unbearable.

"MIKEY! STOP!"

***Mixed POV***

Frank did not know what to do. Here was the love of his life being dragged by his hair by a man who is supposed to love him just as much. He could not take this. How much more would happen?

"Mikey please stop... let me... I'll carry him."

Mikey stopped and looked at Frank. He could tell that he was weighing the choice.

"Hmmmm, I suppose you can, it would get us to the good part faster."

Frank walked slowly over as Mikey used the knife to wave him forward. He started to untie Gerard rubbing his wrists where he fell on them. Gerard was whimpering for him, and it was breaking Frank's heart. Frank scooped him up in his arms and thought about how he would like to do this in other circumstances. Then he felt the knife at the back of his neck and he just started walking forward to the stairs. Gerard continued to whimper, all the way up the stairs until they were standing in front of the bedroom door. For once, he didn't want to go inside.

"P-please, Mikey... D-don't do this."

Mikey pressed the knife further into Frank's neck. There was no getting away from it. Frank walked into the room and placed Gerard on the floor, helping him to balance again. As he did so he looked into his wife’s eyes.

"Sorry baby, I let you down."

Gerard didn't know what was going to happen next... Knowing Mikey's state of mind he figured it would be something unpleasant. Most likely painful.

"Mikey. We can talk this through. If you stop now we'll forgive you."

Gerard spoke, looking at his brother then turning to look at his husband.

"Right Frankie? We'll pretend this never happened?"

Gerard could see the anger building in his husband’s eyes. There was no way he was going to let Mikey off the hook for this. Holding his temper was the hardest thing to do right now. He wanted to grab Mikey by the balls and fling him out the fucking window. The only thing keeping him from lunging was that god damn knife, and right now Mikey was walking up to Gerard with it again.

"Oh I don’t think so big brother. You see, there is a lot more than the little story that I told you."

Mikey pulled a small pouch out of his pocket and Frank froze. He knew what that was. He had one of his own. He started to back up.

"Oh Frankie, what's the matter? Missing your own?"

Mikey began to open the bag and reveal the kit that was inside. He loved the fear that he was instilling in Frank. The needle glistened as he pulled it from the slot and showed it to Gerard.

"See dear brother, a smack addiction is so much easier to hide than that powder you shoved up your nose for years."

The substance in Mikey's hands shattered Gerard's heart, and he swears he heard it breaking. He didn't want to be right about Mikey's addiction. He just wanted to pretend his brother was just as fucked up as he was so he didn't have to feel alone. Gerard didn't want this. He loves Mikey despite their differences and years of not speaking.

"Mikey, I can help you. I can help you stop. Just please, please let us go."

Gerard begged, trying to reason with his younger brother. He'd been in Mikey's position before. Smacked out of his mind to mask the pain and suffering. Using just to feel overwhelmed so nothing else would ever be too much for him.

"I don't want to see you like this. I love you."

Gerard started to cry now. The tears were sliding down his face, black and droopy because of his eye makeup.

"Love me? You love me?"

Mikey shoved the needle in Gerard's face.

"If you truly loved me you would have protected me. You only give a shit about yourself Gerard, and I hate you for the happiness that you have achieved. I am going to take everything away from you. I tried to do it the nice way like I did with all your other husbands, but Frankie here would not cooperate. So instead, I am going to take you from him... In as many ways as I can."

Mikey backed Gerard up to the bed and caused him to sit on it. He turned the needle so that it was in the correct position.

"Give me your arm Gee."

Gerard really started to panic now. He tensed up and started to shake his head frantically.

"NO! Have you fucking lost it?!"

He moved against the headboard of the bed and looked directly at Frank with watery eyes. Frank was lost. He wanted to help his wife so badly, but the needle... So many memories, and the worst part was that they were not all bad. He remembers being blissfully high with his friends and just relaxing. He longed for that feeling sometimes, and here it was. Then he thought of a way to save Gerard.

"Mikey... here."

Frank extended his arm out.

"Frank, no... No, d-don't."

Gerard stared, wide eyed now. What was Frank thinking? Mikey cornered Gerard as he tried to get to Frank.

"Uh uh big brother. You are not going anywhere."

Mikey crawled up to Gerard and pushed him against the headboard. He slid a finger down his chest and purred in his ear.

"Now I cannot think of a reason to turn Frankie down for a party... Unless you can come up with a better one."

Gerard furrowed his brow and slapped Mikey's hand away.

"Stop... It. Keep your hands off of me. You aren't getting anything, and you're not giving my husband drugs. I'll..."

He trailed off... What would he do? Was he willing to kill his brother for his husband? Was he even willing to kill anyone at all?

"I'll... I won't let you."

Mikey laughed again and pushed the needle under Gerard's chin.

"Look Gee, it's either you or him, but someone is shooting up with me."

Frank moved forward more. He would not let Gerard deal with this any longer.

"Mikey, please, just leave Gerard alone. I'll take the needle."

Just as Mikey turns to look at Frank... Gerard, without thinking of the consequences, shoves Mikey's hand away, causing him to drop the needle.

"No one's fucking shooting up, okay?!"

Gerard screamed and stomped on the needle before Mikey could save it.

"Let's fucking talk about this! I don't want anybody getting hurt!"

Mikey saw the crushed needle and lost it. He punched Gerard in the face hard, and pulled the knife back out, shoving it at Frank to get him to back up again.

"Now you pissed me off Gee. See I was just going to make you and Frankie here have a good time with me, but you had to fucking ruin it like you ruin everything. You are just as bad as Stan, but he is not going to ruin anything for me anymore either."

Frank's eyes went wide.

"You killed him."

Mikey did not even hide the smile.

"That bastard will never lay a hand on me again."

Gerard cradled his bleeding face and looked at his brother through his hair covering his eyes He didn't know what to say. There was no reasoning with Mikey now knowing he killed Stan. His own fucking husband. Now Frank knew that they were in trouble. Gerard met his gaze and they were on the same page.

"Now now now, no private conversations. We are all family here so we should share. Hmm, well I already had a piece of Frankie here... And a delicious piece it was. Gee certainly had his share of Frank so now I guess the only thing left is for me to have a piece of..."

Mikey left the name hanging in the air, but Frank and Gerard got the intent. This was going to happen, and Frank was powerless to stop it.

"Oh and dear brother? I always have a backup just in case."

Swiftly Mikey pulled out another needle and stabbed Gerard in the arm and pushed on the plunger. Gerard screamed out, letting go of his face. He gripped Mikey's hand and dug his nails into his skin as he tried to yank the needle away. Gerard fell against the wall as Mikey pulled the needle out, and stared at Frank in shock. He was gasping now, clutching onto his forearm and sliding down the wall, his eyelids suddenly feeling heavy. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was too dry, and the words were trapped in the back of his throat. All he could do is stare at Frank as the high hit him like a tidal wave. Frank lunged forward ready to kill Mikey, but he swung the needle towards him.

"I still have enough in this syringe to fuck up an ex-addict like you so don’t even try it."

Gerard was pliant now and Mikey was happy. He moved away from him since he was no longer a threat. Mikey walked up to Frank as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket.

"Now Frankie, where would you like to sit to enjoy the show? Would you like to be in the bleachers or have a ringside seat, hmmm?"

Frank did not want to do either, but he felt that if he was closer he might find a way to stop him. Frank pointed to a chair close to the bed. Mikey motioned for him to sit and place his hands behind his back. Frank wanted to fight back, but seeing Gerard slumped in a coma like high was too much for him. He did what he was told and felt the cuffs tighten on his wrist. Mikey then walked around and straddled his lap.

"See Frankie? See how much fun we could have had if you had just played ball in the hot tub? Now we have to get Gerard involved, but this could be fun you know. I mean I never thought of Gerard as a conquest, but hey, a hole is a hole right?"

Gerard could still hear everything... He was just nodding off, but he was trying to force his eyes open. He slumped sideways and fell against the floor, his hair covering his face and his arms stretched out in front of him. He tried to push himself up, but he failed miserably. Fuck... Heroin is one hell of a drug. Mikey slid off of Frank's lap and moved over to Gerard. Mikey could see the fear in his eyes, but could care less. He got down on the ground and pulled Gerard to him.

"Well now big brother, ready for the finale of your life?"

He moved Gerard like he was a rag doll, and placed him in front of Frank. He ripped his shirt open and pushed him face down into the rug. He then pulled down the loose pants and discarded them. Now Gerard was nearly naked except for a simple pair of panties. Mikey caressed his bare thigh and draped himself over Gerard's back. He felt Gerard shudder in protest and he loved it. Gerard lifted his head off the floor with all the strength he could muster and looked up at Frank, clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. His eyes were begging Frank to do something... Break loose and fucking do something, but he knew that was not possible in this situation. It wasn't going to happen

"M-Mikey... Stop, p-please. Stop now."

"Awww relax Gee, just imagine I am one of the nameless cocks you used to take up your ass when you were high and did not give a fuck. How about that boy from the hotel? Oh? You did not know that I knew Jacky boy? Yeah, he told me about your tight ass when we were getting high one night and I wondered if it was that tight. I guess I am going to find out huh?"

Mikey ripped the panties off and pressed his still clothed cock against Gerard's now bare ass. He leaned over again and whispered in Gerard's ear.

"I hope you can just take it... Of course you can, Scotty boy did not use any lube when he raped your ass did he? Well neither did our uncle on me, so you get none now."

"F-fuck you."

Gerard subconsciously jerked his head back, hitting Mikey against his chin and mouth. Mikey grabbed Gerard by the hair and yanked hard.

"Stupid move big brother. I was going to use a little spit on my cock at least, but now you get nothing."

Frank knew that Gerard had no idea that Mikey had opened his pants already and before Frank could call out the danger, the room was filled with the blood curdling scream that left Gerard's lungs as Mikey pushed in with one rough shove.

His jaw locked and he had muscle spasms going up and down his arms and legs.

He could only scream and try to crawl forward in order to lessen the pain, but it was futile.

He could only feel pain. Burning, sharp pain. He wanted it to stop immediately.

Frank pulled hard at the cuffs. He needed to break them even if he broke his wrists.

"Mikey fucking stop! That's your brother!"

"Yeah I know and he is a great fuck. Nice and tight, no wonder you two were always at it. It makes sense why Scot wanted him back. Man, I hope Billy got a piece of this too."

Frank was in a rage now. That bastard mentioned that piece of shit Scot and Billy in the same sentence. Billy was a great guy, and Frank had gotten to know this over the last two years.

"You shut the fuck up you little shit! I am going to kill you when I get out of this!"

Mikey reached round and tugged hard on Gerard's cock.

"I don’t think so Frankie. You just stay put or I will pull so hard on his cock that I will rip the thing right off!"

Mikey yanked on it again just to prove a point.

"Fuck no please, stop... Don't hurt him anymore than you already are."

"Oh Frankie, I am not hurting him. He is loving it aren’t you Gee?"

At that moment Mikey found Gerard's prostate. Gerard released a mind splitting scream and pressed his face against the floor. His body recoiled and his hands grabbed and reached out for Frank’s leg. He squeezed onto his husband’s calf and panted loudly.

"S-stop... S-stop! No more! Mikey, p-p-please stop. Please."

He begged for the billionth time even though he knew that it was futile. Mikey loved every second of this. He wasn't going to stop just because Gerard kept begging him. Frank could see that Mikey was getting lost in it now. His head fell back as he let go of Gerard's abused cock and gripped his hips with both hands. He dug his fingers into his hips and blood started to drip from the intensity of the nails pushing into the tender flesh. Frank knew that this was the opportunity if it was there. He looked down at Gerard clutching his calf and wiggled it to get his attention. With intent on not hurting himself he tried to communicate with Gerard to let him know that he was going to take care of this. He began to feel out the cuffs and see if he could slip out of them with one hand. The blood was helping in a sick slick way. He started to wiggle his hand back and forth to pull it through the cuff. Frank alternated between watching Mikey and reassuring Gerard as he worked. A pained groan slipped through Gerard's lips and he winced when Mikey started to go faster. Gerard continued to stare up at Frank with pleading eyes and furrowed brows. Much slower than he wanted the large part of his hand began to ease through the constricting metal. He lifted his other leg and gently, but awkwardly, caressed Gerard's arm. He wanted to let him know that he was making progress. He wished he could give him a smile, but that was impossible knowing the pain Gerard was enduring now. He took a chance and whispered.

"Easy baby, it's okay. You are so brave right now. We are going to get out of this, I promise you."

Frank looked up, but Mikey was lost in his own created world of ecstasy. All Gerard could do now was whimper and wait. The pain wasn't getting any less, and the idea of being stuck like this until his brother reached orgasm was making him nauseous.

"Frank..."

Gerard cried quietly.

"Frankie, please. It hurts."

"I know baby I know, I almost got it."

Just a little bit more and Frank would be free. He knew if he rushed it that it might fuck up all the progress that he made thus far. He continued to sooth Gerard over and over again. Then finally his hand popped it out just as Mikey opened his eyes and looked at them.

"Oh Gee, if you wanted Frank to join us, you just had to say so. Pull his cock out and start sucking it."

"No Mikey he does not have to..."

Mikey went to reach for Gerard's cock again, and Gerard surged up and started to open Frank's pants. This caused him to slide off of Mikey, and Mikey had to shuffle forward. He pushed back in hard and Gerard gripped Frank's pants He'd moved too quickly and suddenly felt a surge of vertigo. Surely, it was the drug's doing, but he still managed not to tip over and pass out from dizziness. Getting Frank's pants open hadn't been easy. His hands were trembling and they weren't functioning the way he wanted them to... Finally, when he managed to set his husband’s flaccid cock free, he did just as Mikey commanded him to and started to suck him off. In any other circumstance Frank would enjoy Gerard's mouth wrapped around him, but he had no want to even try and get hard. He hoped that Gerard realized it was not him. He needed to let Gerard know he had a hand free, but Mikey was too close now. Gerard pulled back quickly and gripped Frank’s thighs to keep him upright. He couldn't do it anymore. He felt too sick, like he was going to vomit. The situation was bad.

"I c-can't."

Gerard choked, letting his head hang. Frank looked up and saw that Mikey was entranced again. He took a big chance and brought his free hand up to lay it alongside Gerard's cheek.

"It's okay baby."

Gerard blinked up at Frank and nodded. He cringed when Mikey hit his spot again and buried his face in Frank's lap, moaning in pain. Frank needed to stop this, He did not want Mikey to hurt Gerard anymore, but how to get Gerard safely out of the way so he could fuck Mikey up? The knife was still a factor too Gerard was getting tired. So tired and it seemed like Mikey was going to climax soon. They were running out of time.

"M-Mikey..."

Mikey was close so fucking close. He was fully just using Gerard now, but he did not give a shit. His brother was tighter than Brendon ever could have been. Still, he knew something that could be better. He grabbed Gerard's hair and pulled him off of Frank's cock. Frank's cock was flaccid so he figured that Frank had cum already.

"Turn around and suck me off. I wanna cum all over your face."

Gerard cringed at the command and blinked up at his husband. His eyes were watery and his bottom lip trembling. Frank hung his head down so that Mikey could not see that he was communicating with Gerard with his eyes. He quickly conveyed for Gerard to lay low because Frank was about to make a move on Mikey to take him down. He just hoped that his wife picked up on the hint.

"Awww, Frankie, what's a matter? Too much to see me making Gerard scream as much as you do?"

Mikey pulled Gerard’s hair hard to get his attention. He picked up the knife on the rug and placed it under his neck again.

"Now turn around or else."

Gerard took a deep breath before he slowly turned around, blinking to hold back tears.

"P-please, Mikey. D-don't hurt us anymore."

Mikey looked at Gerard and smiled the most evil smile possible. He grabbed his hair again and shoved his cock down his throat hard. He knew he was choking him, but he did not give a shit. Mikey looked up at Frank who was looking at him with pure malice. Too bad he was tied up and could not help his poor wife. Mikey thought of the other syringe he had with the lethal dose of heroin in it. There was enough to kill Gerard and make sure that Frank cooperated. This night was just beginning, but Frank did not know that... yet. Gerard's face was wet with tears now and he was trying his best to not choke, which was near impossible. His throat closed up and he gagged, trying to lift his head out of Mikey's lap, but his brother had a good grip on his hair and kept him pressed down. This definitely wasn't mixing well with the drugs and he could feel his body begin to shake. Tremors rushed through him and his eyes slipped shut and started rolling into the back of his head. He pressed his hands to the floor and dug his nails into it for dear life. Frank saw that Gerard was heading into convulsions. He was not surprised that his body was fully rejecting the drug after being clean for so many years now. He needed to act faster. With no warning he leaped from the chair over Gerard and shoved Mikey hard in the chest. Gerard was able to push himself away from the commotion, but not too far away He gasped and cried and watched as his husband and brother struggled. He had no voice at the moment, but he really wanted to scream. He wanted to say something that would make them stop. Mikey was floored that Frank had gotten free. Still he had the upper hand because he had the knife. He flipped it over and shoved it towards Frank who was able to move quicker and avoid being slashed.

"You fucking cocksucker!"

Mikey lunged back at him and knocked him on his back. He straddled Frank and held him down while aiming the knife at his heart. Gerard saw the crazed look in his brother’s eyes as he held the knife to Frank and he fucking snapped. He jumped to his feet, despite how the drugs were making him feel, and grabbed Mikey's wrist.

"No! Mikey, no!"

He tried to twist the knife out of his hand. They battled for the blade, fingers and palms getting slashed in the process. It's all a blur for Gerard during the struggle... But when he blinks he sees his hand, gripping the handle of the knife, now attached to Mikey's sternum.

"N-no...No. No... N-no."

He immediately let go of the knife and stared down at Mikey in shock. Mikey fell back against the wall and reached up and touched the handle of the blade. It hurt more than he ever thought it could. He slid down to the floor and looked at Frank and Gerard. This was not supposed to happen... Or maybe it was. Frank was cradling Gerard in his arms as he looked on with horror at what happened. Yet here was his older brother moving out of his husband’s arms and coming to him. Mikey wondered how he could care about him right now. If he were Gerard he would have twisted the knife in further.

"M-Mikey... I'm so sorry. I'm... I didn't mean to."

He wept, grabbing his brother's hand and squeezing onto it tightly.

"I'm s-sorry. Oh god, I'm so fucking sorry."

Frank watched as Gerard cradled Mikey in his arms. He was frozen for moment with the love that he was witnessing his wife bestow on the brother that just tried to kill him and Frank. Once again this only reinforced Frank's love for this man. He snapped out of it and dialed 911. Mikey looked at Gerard and saw the genuine love that he had for him. Mikey had not seen that in a long time. He thought he drove it out of Gerard like it was driven out of him.

"Hey Gee, do you remember when we were little. When mom and dad were still alive and we went to that amusement park?"

Gerard shuddered at the memory he thought Mikey had forgotten about, and squeezed his eyes shut. He nodded stiffly and released a choked sob.

"Y-yeah, Mikey. I do."

He started to pet his younger brother's hair now, gently.

"I was a little shit and would not listen that I was too young to ride Whip. It seems so tame now, but it was scary shit back then. You talked about how much fun it was, that I..."

Mikey started to cough and found it harder to talk. At one point a little blood spotted his lips and he felt Gerard wipe them off. He needed to continue though, he wanted Gerard to know.

"I wanted to be just like you and go on it. I got so sick and mom and dad yelled at me, but you didn't. You took care of me and cleaned me up and promised me that when I got older we would ride it together. That never happened though did it?"

Gerard's bottom lip quivered as he shook his head.

"Mikey... I shouldn't have you left you alone like I did. I should have protected you from... Him. Maybe if I had stayed he would have never done what he did. It should have been me."

For the first time Mikey sees what Gerard has been saying all along. He really did not have a choice but to leave. That he did not do it out of the bitterness that Mikey forged all these years in his heart. Mikey starts to cry and the tears are real for the first time since he was sixteen.

"No Gee, you did what you had to do. What happened to me... If you knew it would have turned out the way it did you never would have left. I am so sorry for everything that I put you through all these years. I love you and I want you *cough cough cough* to have a happy life with Frank. You... deserve... it."

Gerard blinked hard, and tears started pouring out of his eyes.

"That's all I ever wanted to hear you say... I love you so much, Mikey. S-so much."

Gerard leaned down gently and planted a small peck on his brother’s lips. He pulled back and looked down at Mikey then over at Frank, tears streaming down his face. Frank closed his phone. He knew there was no need anymore. They would send the police of course, but even after everything was explained the end result was the same. Michael James Claymore was no more and Mikey Way was finally free.

Notes

One more to go! Thank you all for taking this crazy journey with ***Digdeepenough*** and I! We will give proper thank yous in the notes of the final chapter. You guys have now caught up the story fully! ^-^

So the summery was not a joke huh? This was not an easy chapter to write. Not as bad as The chapter with Kent and Scot, but along that level. Unlike with that chapter though we gave no opening send off to ease the seriousness. We wanted it to stand out for the drama that it contained.