House Wife

***Spencer***

Spencer woke up an hour later. Gerard was still asleep next to him. He looked fucked up and his nose was raw. It hurt Spencer to see him like this. He mentally kicked the shit out of his husbands that got him into cocaine and then M. for keeping it going. Maybe if that had not happened Gerard would still be alright. He sighed and got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to take a piss. The sink was spotted with blood along with the tile on the floor. Spencer finished and walked out of the bathroom. He grabbed Gerard’s suitcase and started to go through it. He found two more bags of coke and a number of pill bottles. He grabbed them all then went back into the bathroom. He flushed everything. He came back out and looked at Gerard. He had to get out of here and talk to Frank and Pete. He wrote a quick note for Gerard and then grabbed his coat and left the room just as the alarm was going off inside.

***Gerard***

Gerard stirred awake once his alarm went off. He lifted his face from his pillow and wiped the drool off his cheek His mouth was numb and his ass was sore. ’Holy shit what the fuck happened?’ He flipped himself over on his back and sat up slowly. The last thing he remembers is Spencer fucking him and then passing out. He can barely recall conversations or anything else for that matter. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and massaged his lower back. The spot where Spencer had fallen asleep is now empty and cold. Gerard spotted a note on the nightstand grabbed it.

”Gee, sorry I'm not waking up with you right now. I remembered that I had a few things I needed to take care of. See you tomorrow.

XoSpence.”

Gerard crumpled the note and dropped it on the bed. He felt like a cheap whore, a fucking slut, but Spencer was his friend. His friend who he fucked every chance they saw each other.
He slowly hopped out of bed and went straight for the bathroom to freshen up. Brush teeth-floss, bath-wash hair and get dressed. He did it all under an hour. Gerard walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his sunglasses off the TV stand and slipped them on before he left his suite. It was time to meet his wedding planner.

***Frank***

Frank was relaxing with Pete on the sofa. They were watching a video of the new band that Frank had just signed.

”Fuck they are really good Frankie!”

”Yeah I know! I am planning to send them on tour with Reel Big Fish. The two lead singers hit it off extremely well.”

”That would be sweet! So I get tickets when they hit Jersey right?”

”Hell yeah, and of course backstage passes.”

Pete smiled and leaned up to kiss Frank. Frank circled his arms around Pete’s neck and pressed into it. They both pulled away and laughed when the doorbell rang.

”Fuck, I’ll get it.”

”Thanks Petey.”

Pete got up and Frank fixed his growing hard on so that it was hopefully not as noticeable. When Pete returned he had Spencer with him, who was looking very distraught. Frank made room on the sofa for Spencer to sit down between him and Pete. Spencer looked tired and Frank wondered what happened.

”Did you and Gerard already meet with Jamia?”

”No, I left early.”

”What? Why?”

Spencer looked at Pete and Frank saw something pass between them. Spencer took a deep breath and Frank suddenly got nervous.

”Frank…how much do you know about Gerard’s past.”

***Gerard***

Gerard walked all along the lobby and then into the direction of the café/diner. He really needed some food and to get the meeting over with. Gerard hoped the lady wasn't a prude. If she was, that meant time would go by slow and he'd have to excuse himself and run back to his suite and maybe do a few lines. He didn't want to have to do that, but that was his plan B. Gerard shoved his hands in his back pocket and frowned when he spotted Bellboy Jack. Suddenly a memory flooded back in to his brain.

"Hey man, easy, he may look like a girl, but he isn’t one! You can seriously hurt him!"

"Fuck I'm sorry man I just gotta…holy shit he's tight!"

The pain returned and he felt the burning sensation again mixed with a little bit of pleasure but not enough to numb the pain. Gerard realized that maybe the pain in his back was not from Spencer after all. Jack's eyes locked with his and he flushed. His whole face went red and he turned away quickly. Gerard wondered where he disappeared off to last night. Not that he was worried, but the boy was pretty fucking high. He did fuck another guy when he claimed to be straight.

”You gotta be on a whole 'nother level for that, right?”

Gerard was muttering to himself as he entered the main dining room. A woman was sitting alone at a place for two going through a big white binder. Gerard cleared his throat and approached.

"Hi, are you Jamia?"

The woman looked up and smiled.

"Yes and you must be Gerard. Frank has told me so much about you."

They shook hands and Jamia opened a hand to gesture to the other seat.

"Please, have a seat we have so much to discuss."

Gerard plopped down and his stomach growled.

"Hungry? I'll call a waiter over and we can order dinner."

Gerard thanked her and smiled. Jamia signaled a waiter and they ordered their food and drinks. Once their drinks were brought they started planning the wedding.

"So, colors, what'd you have in mind?"

Jamia tapped her pen on the table waiting for Gerard’s answer. Gerard figured it was a nervous habit.

"Oh, umm, I... I'm kinda into pink at the moment. And silver. I really like silver."

Jamia hummed in approval and wrote it down. She looked at Gerard and smiled.

"That's great. I love pink! Ya don't meet a lot guys who're into that color."

"Yeah, well I'm not a lot of guys."

"That's a good thing."

They moved on to seating and other arrangements until their waiter served them their food.



Gerard sipped his wine with his steak and so did Jamia. They had finished a glass before the food came and Gerard knew what wine and an empty stomach did so now she was a little loose with her words.

"I just think it’s awesome Frank found you. You're funny, beautiful, nice and smart."

Jamia was up to her third glass now. The little lady was a light weight. Gerard was on his second glass and he wasn't even half way to buzzed.

"Awe, no. You're really too sweet! I came here expecting you to be, like, a prude or something, but you're so nice."

Gerard giggled, resting his elbows on the table. Jamia grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"To be honest, I thought that you'd be a prissy bitch, but you're not! You're definitely not a Greta."

"Thanks, that's really sweet of you. I wouldn’t want to be like Frank’s ex anyway.“

***Frank***

”Fuck Spencer, please tell me that you are joking.”

"Sorry Frankie, but I’m not. He was that fucked up.”

”I can’t believe it! And you say that his fourth husband got him into it. He told me in the interview that the guy said he lacked passion.”

”Yeah, that’s right. It was not too long after his third marriage ended and Gerard was pretty numb. The guy uh…Ralph, Ross, something that started with an R, started taking him to parties and there were a lot of drugs there. At first Gerard did not want it, but his husband assured him that it would make him forget the pain of his third husband. Gerard is gullible so he believed him and that was the start of the long spiral down. Did Gerard tell you why he was returned by the guy?”

”No he didn’t.”

”He didn’t want to share his drugs anymore. He complained that Gerard became a bigger coke head then he was. The fucked up thing is when M. found out that Gerard was using he became even more invested in him. They would fucking snort the shit off of each other’s bodies for fuck sake!”

Frank could not get the image out of his head. He did not want to hear anymore, but he knew he had to. He had to find out exactly what he was getting into.

”I went to visit one day and both he and M. were sprawled out in the living room naked and Gerard was covered in coke, cum, and had blood coming out of his nose. I dragged him to the shower and yelled at him to stop fucking up his life!”

”Gee, what the fuck are you doing? You’re gonna fucking kill yourself!”

”I j-j-just wanna forget him, forget the pain, forget everything.”

”Please Gee, you have to stop, I can’t watch you like this anymore!”

Spencer was quiet and tears were streaming down his cheeks. Frank knew he must be remembering something painful and he was sharing with him. He reached up and wiped the tears away.

”Hey Spencer, shhh, its okay.”

”I better get him home Frankie, it’s late and he has to get up early to pick up Gerard.”

”Oh fuck! We never went out for the dress! Oh I really fucked up now. I just abandoned him without thinking and now he won’t have a dress and…”

Pete pulled Spencer into his arms and tried to sooth him. Frank felt horrible making Spencer dredge up these memories. His mouth was dry and he wanted a drink so badly. Instead he walked Pete and Spencer out of the room and to the door. He said goodbye and headed up the stairs to take a long shower and think about what to do next.

***Gerard***

They finished up their meeting at 9:37pm and Gerard walked her out to her driver. Jamia reminded him of a sister he always wanted and he just wanted to steal her and put her in his pocket. When she got into her car her driver thanked Gerard and drove off. He was back in the hotel and making his way to his suite. The meeting was actually something he really needed, not just for the wedding, but for himself. He hasn't socialized with a woman like that in so long. Well he has, but it never turned out good. Either they were jealous of him for attracting their husband’s attention or they called him a 'disgusting girly faggot'. Jamia was a nice and pleasant change of scenery. Gerard mused to himself till the elevator let him off. He got back in to his suite and stripped. He needed another bath and a glass of wine to unwind a little bit. Wedding planning took a lot out of him, especially since he was still hung over. Nothing a little nose powder and liquid refreshment would not cure.

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Gerard got out of his bath all relaxed from the hot water and the wine, when he noticed that his suitcase was opened. He went over to it and saw that his clothes had been ransacked.

”Oh fuck me, he didn’t!”

But he did. Spencer had gone through his stuff and found all his coke and pills. Gerard ran into the bathroom and saw the evidence on the toilet. Not thinking he ran his finger on the rim and then ran it across his gums.

”Man that was some of M.’s best shit!”

He ran back into the room looking for his leather jackets. He knew that Spencer was not clever enough to know about the hidden pocket on the inside of one of them.

"Where the fuck is it..."

Gerard murmured under his breath, going through one of his leather jackets.

"Here!"

He hissed, pulling a little ziplock bag filled with coke out of the hidden pocket. He scurried across the floor and pulled his rolled up bill from the night stand and then crawled back over to his coke. He fixed up a few lines on the coffee table when the phone started ringing. He knew who it was too. He looked at the coke laid out before him and then at the phone again as it continued to ring. He needed to make a decision. He lined the bill up and breathed in.

***Mixed POV***

Frank could not sleep. He had laid down at nine, after his shower, still in his towel, but here it was after ten and sleep would not come. He kept going over in his head what Spencer had told him. He knew what a bad habit Gerard had, he had a pretty bad one in college himself, but his involved needles and wanting to die. He knew why he could not sleep. He had to talk to Gerard. He had to know he was alright. Spencer assured him that he had ransacked Gerard's stuff for his stash, but if Gerard was as diehard as Frank was, he knew that he had some that Spencer did not find. He picked up the phone and took a deep breath as he dialed and it started to ring. It rang for a long time and Frank was about to give up when it picked up and he heard the voice of his beloved.

"Hello?"

Gerard answered with his voice low and quiet.

”Hey baby, just wanted to wish you a goodnight before I went to sleep. Big day for us tomorrow huh?”

Gerard hummed and then cleared his throat. He pressed the bill against his nose and pulled the phone away from his mouth. Gerard snorted a quick line, quietly, and pulled back. He was really good at being discreet.

”"Y-yeah, exciting."

Frank was not stupid, he knew that Gerard was using while he was talking to him. He gripped the phone tightly imagining it to be the fucked past that made Gerard like this. He knew there was a chance that Gerard would not even remember this conversation, but he had to try.

"So I wanted to tell you that I understand what you are going through. I figured that if we are to be married that you should know some of my past too. In college I was a heroin addict. It was bad and I nearly overdosed one night when I was with Pete and my wife. I had a bad batch that was laced with PCP. I told them that I was bulletproof and tried to shoot myself. Pete told me that he wrestled the gun away from me and when it went off, it nearly hit Greta. Then I began to convulse and was rushed to the ER. It was the scariest moment I ever had and it made me stop and think about my life and what I wanted. Right before that I found out that Greta was pregnant. I did not want my kids to grow up without a father so I vowed to quit. I stopped everything after that and never used or drank since."

Gerard gripped the rolled up bill and sighed. He blinked hard and let his high rush through him.

"Well I guess I will let you get your beauty rest, not that a natural stunner like you needs it. I can’t wait to see you in your dress tomorrow baby. Night."

"O-ok... Night, Frankie."

Frank hung up the phone slowly. Gerard's habit was worse than he thought. The fact that he could do a line while on the phone with him told him that he had his work cut out for him. Still Frank was not going to let something like this ruin his big day tomorrow. He and Gerard would talk about it more after they got home from Paris. He took off his towel and put his boxers on. He could feel sleep creeping on him now. He snuggled in and looked at the other side of his bed. The side that had been empty for months. Soon it would be filled with a warm body again. He drifted off to sleep with that thought in his mind.

***Gerard***

Gerard woke up extra early the day of his wedding to go dress shopping. He wasn't picky so when he knew he'd found the one he didn't have second thoughts. Louie was his escort and even joined him inside the boutique to help him pick out the perfect dress. It took Gerard three try-ons until he found the one. It was black and white and flowed like the tail of a mermaid. His three favorite things combined. He hurried back to the hotel and set his dress on his bed and scurried in to the bathroom to freshen up before Spencer arrived.

*knock knock knock*

Gerard stumbled out of the bathroom as soon as he heard the knock.

"Coming!"

He pulled open the door.

"Hey Gee, ready to go?"

***Spencer***

Spencer had not seen Gerard since yesterday. At least he looked better put together today. Still the conversation that he had with Frank and Pete weighed heavily on his mind.

"Uh, yeah... let me just..."

Spencer watched as Gerard grabbed his gown, apparently he found time to go out and get it himself, and started out the suite behind Spencer.

"So, we will be at the House in a half an hour and that will give us about an hour to get ready. Do we need to make any stops along the way?"

"Eh, no... I'm good. Oh wait coffee?"

Gerard coughed, lowering his sunglasses down from his hair to the bridge if his nose. Spencer could tell he was still a little hungover. Spencer and Gerard exit the hotel and got into the limo. Louie is cheerful as always, but there is a wall between the two friends that cannot be ignored. Spencer wonders if Gerard hates him now.

"S-S-So I saw Frank's tux. I hope it matches your dress nicely. Sorry we didn’t get out to get it together. Have you decided if you are going to wear your hair up or down yet?"

Gerard crossed his legs and shrugged. He glared at Spencer and then smiled sheepishly.

"I think I'm gonna wear it up."

"Okay, that sounds cool."

Spencer did not know what else to say. Gerard did not say anything about the dress at all. The rest of the ride he kind of remained quiet. They arrived at the House and were greeted by Bob picking up the morning paper off the stoop.

"Ah and there are my two favorite wives. Well one wife to be. How are you ladies this morning?"

Gerard flipped his dress over his shoulder and grinned.

"Hey Bobby. I'm good. Feeling a little bit sick though."

”Probably just nerves Gee, yer gettin' married after all! Oh, well you ladies head right to the tent and I will bring out some tea fer ya."

"Thanks Bobby."

Spencer took Gerard’s hand as they moved through the House. It was decorated with the color theme that Gerard had chosen. There were pink roses in small silver vases throughout the room. Pink satin sashes were draped along the furniture and there was silver confetti and glitter everywhere. There was no way that M. would have put up with this without Frank’s money backing it. He led Gerard out the french doors and to the yard behind the House. The yard was breathtaking. Jamia really outdid herself in such a short time. The tents were silver lined and there were pink flowers everywhere here as well. Spencer found the tent where Gerard was going to change. Inside there was a vanity along with brushes and make up. Spencer took the dress from Gerard and opened it up to air it out. It was uniquely Gerard in every way. Spencer was sad that he did not see Gerard in it when he was picking it out.

"Okay Gee, head behind the screen and you will find the corset and stockings along with garter belt laid out for you. Put them on first and then I will help you with your makeup and hair."

Gerard nodded and hurried off. Spencer knew that Gerard wasn't an amateur when it came to undergarments. His second husband was obsessed with them so he'd worn them all during that marriage. Spencer had also seen Gerard get in and out of them quickly without any trouble. Spencer waited patiently for him to finish. When he came out from behind the screen Spencer had to remember how to breathe.

"Gee, you look breathtaking."

"Thanks."

Gerard smiled, doing a little twirl with his hands on his hips.

"I really hope Frank likes it."

"He would be crazy not to."

Spencer led Gerard to the vanity and began to brush his hair. Gerard made small mewing sounds and Spencer smiled. He remembered how much Gerard liked this kind of attention. He carefully sectioned off each part of Gerard’s hair and began to braid it. Then he brought it up and created a crown like bun with the sections. He then attached the veil to it, pinning it carefully so that it would not fall off during the ceremony. Gerard was quiet and Spencer knew that he had a lot on his mind, he did not expect to hear what came out of Gerard’s mouth next.

"I'm sorry..."

Gerard muttered under his breath. He lowered his eyes and looked down at his lap.

"I'm sorry that I'm a mess, and I'm sorry you always have to put up with me. I swear I'll get better. I'll try and be better, for you and Frank."

Spencer stopped fixing his hair and looked at Gerard's reflection in the mirror. It was the picture of a broken and used man. Spencer felt his heart breaking.

"You are not a mess Gee, you just never had anyone to care enough about you to try and stop you. Frank does though. I know it seems like its crazy, but the way he talked about you, I think this is really it. Your chance to have the life that you deserve, and I don’t hate you at all. I love you dearly Gee."

Spencer turned Gerard so that he was facing him. He brought his face up and kissed him lightly with all the love that he had. He wanted Gerard to know that he would do anything for him, even die for him.

"T-thanks Spence. I love you too."

"Now let's get your makeup done and get you into your dress so you can become Mrs. Iero."

***Frank***

Frank arrived with 15 minutes to spare. He was all decked out in his tux and Bob whistled appreciatively. He went in and found M. cursing about the glitter on the furniture.

”Man if Iero did not have so much fucking money, I would have kicked…”

”Kicked my ass for this Matthew? “

M. whirled around at hearing his real name.

”Hey Frank I was just…”

”Bitching, yeah I heard. Listen I want to talk to you about something.”

”Yeah, sure man, have a seat, what’s up?”

”I don’t want you to give Gerard any more coke.”

”What are you talking about, I don’t…”

”Shut the fuck up okay? Maybe if your brain was not so fucked up in the first place you would remember that I saw that coffee table covered in lines the other day when I paid you. Now I know that Gerard got the habit from his fourth husband, but you kept it going. I am here to say that it stops now. I am going to get him clean and I want him to stay that way.”

”Gerard clean, that’s fucking funny.”

M. got up and brushed more fucking glitter off of himself. He leaned against the grand piano and looked at Frank.

”Look Frank, Gerard is fucked up and he always will be, so why don’t you enjoy him for the fucking slut that he is and not try to be his savior or some shit. I mean it amazes me that he is still so fucking tight after all those marriages and…”

M. couldn’t say anything else more because Frank was up and out of his seat. He let his fist fly and punched M. right in the gut. The man fell to his knees doubled over and Frank grabbed his hair and forced his face up.

”Now listen up you piece of shit! I know more about you than you would ever want anyone to know, so you would be wise to pay attention right now! You will not give my wife ANYTHING illegal ever again. The only drugs I want in him are the ones he is prescribed and I will be taking him to get reevaluated so I know if your doc is a fucking quack or not. He is going to get cleaned up and sober and you are not going to fucking touch him ever again!”

”Yeah man, *groan* I get it.”

”Good.”

Frank slammed the back of M.’s head into the piano to send his point home. He turned around and saw Bob standing there. Bob looked at him and then at M. He lifted his hands and did a silent golf clap. Frank smiled and then headed outside.

”Frank, man where the fuck have you been?”

Ray came running up to Frank, his hair fucked up from the growing humidity.

”Sorry man, I had to talk to M. for a moment.”

Ray watched Frank as he flexed his hand a bit.

”Right, well let’s get you in the tent and in your place.”

”Okay man yeah, let’s do this!”

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***Mixed POV***

Frank waited nervously at the end of the aisle. He fidgeted and kept fixing is collar. Ray was laughing at him and Frank reached up and punched his arm.

"Dude, chill. you’re a nervous wreck!"

"I know, I just..."

Frank was cut short by the music that announced the arrival of the bride. He looked up the aisle and saw Bob with Gerard and he suddenly could not speak. Gerard was dressed in a black form fitting dress with a white lace over lay that made him look like some exotic creature, like a mermaid on land. Bob walked Gerard down and presented him to Frank. Frank swallowed hard and took Gerard's hand.

"You look beautiful."

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"Thanks... You too."

Gerard beamed looking into Frank's eyes. He saw nothing but love in them and he felt it.
Gerard wasn't so nervous, only because he'd done this six times now. But Frank, poor man, he looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

”I uh, thanks.”

Frank felt his heart pounding in his chest. Did Greta ever look this good? Did she ever make him feel like this? He searched his memory, but found nothing. He was gazing at Gerard so much that he missed everything the Justice said until Ray bumped him.

"Dude, answer him."

"Huh?"

Frank heard Gerard giggle as Frank looked at the Justice.

"Um could you repeat the question?"

Now the whole place laughed lightly and Frank turned red.

"Do you Frank Anthony Iero take Gerard Arthur Way to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Oh fuck yeah!"

Gerard giggled and covered his mouth with his hand. Frank was too adorable.

"Um... right, okay to continue. Do you Gerard Arthur Way take Frank Anthony Iero to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Gerard answered simply, nodding slowly, with a smile.

"Yes, I do."

"Much better, now the ring."

Frank turned to Ray and Ray pulled out a box from his inside his jacket. Inside were two white gold rings with pink and black diamonds laced all through it. He carefully placed the ring onto Gerard's finger resting it next to the engagement ring. Ray then handed the other ring to Gerard and Gerard placed it on Frank's finger.

"If anyone here feels that these two should not be married, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

Gerard shifted and looked around.

"Yeah, I have something to say."

Frank looked up to see a tall lanky young man wearing a fur coat and carrying one of those annoying dogs that Greta liked to have.

"Who the fuck is that Gerard?"

Gerard's heart stopped.

"Gee darling, how could you start the ceremony without me?"

The tall boy pushed the dog into Bob's hands along with his coat. He sauntered down the aisle like it was his right to. He stepped up to Gerard and grabbed his hand.

"Wow Gee, you landed a good one this time didn’t you?"

"Mikey. Sit down. We’ll talk after."

Gerard yanked his hand out of younger man’s grip and sighed, shooting an apologetic look in Frank’s direction. Frank still didn't know who this asshole was, but he was more upset that the ceremony that he promised Gerard was ruined. He watched the skinny wretch push his way into the front row reserved for family and the wives. He saw him sit next to another wife who patted him on the back and laughed at the boy’s antics. So apparently he was a wife, but what jackass would marry a rude piece of shit like that?! Frank looked back at Gerard and he was looking down submissively. He had played it off before, but Frank could see that he was really upset.

"Hey, hey beautiful, It's okay. We are fine, let’s just finish this so I can whisk you away and have you all to myself okay?"

Gerard looked up again and smiled weakly.

"Okay..."

He wasn't going to let Mikey ruin his wedding.

Frank could not help it, he leaned in and placed and hand gently behind Gerard's neck he pulled him in and kissed him softly.

"Sir, we are not up to that part yet."

"Oh fuck it, just skip all the other shit and tell me to kiss the bride."

"Very well, you may kiss the bride."

Frank pulled Gerard back into another kiss. Gerard pushed back and pressed his hand against Frank’s cheek and smiled. That moment was what he wanted out of his marriages. He wanted that moment all the time. Frank did not want to let go of Gerard. It was his moment and Gerard was his now. He wanted to mark the man, let everyone know that if you fuck with his property that you will live to regret it. He growled a little into Gerard's mouth and pushed his tongue in. He felt Gerard tremble a bit and go weak in the knees. Frank took the moment to scoop Gerard up in his arms and to the applause of the congregation he carried him out of the tent.

"You are mine now. NO one is going to hurt you again, I promise you I will make them regret it if they do."

Gerard just grinned and wrapped his arms his new husband’s shoulders. Frank really was a good person. Not like any of his previous husbands. They were fakers and perverts. Frank wasn't like them. Frank's never going to be like them. He's different, at least Gerard hoped that was true. He really did.

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***Spencer***

"Oh my God Gee, can you believe he did that?"

"Sadly, I can."

Gerard was glaring at the back of his brother's head as he, most likely, talked shit with his friend housewife Brendon.

"He ruined the whole ceremony. Someone should have stopped him! Frank though, man when he wants something, he just takes it doesn't he?"

Spencer looked over at Frank and Pete laughing over by the window talking to some of the other husbands. He saw him drinking from a champagne glass, but he knew it was sparkling apple cider. Gerard blushed at the mention of his husband and nodded.

"I like that about him. I can't wait for our honeymoon."

"Yeah Paris, seriously Gerard how did you get so lucky?"

"I have no fucking clue. I just don't understand why Frank couldn't just meet someone, date for a few months and then propose. He's perfect. He shouldn't have to buy anyone."

”I don’t know man, but he is a force to be reckoned with.”

***Mikey***

”How did that slut get so lucky!?”

”I don’t know Bren. Like that guy is way out of his league.”

Mikey looked his brother’s new husband and ran his eyes up and down. He was hot, no he was extremely hot. He knew Gerard wasn't housewife enough to handle someone as handsome and successful as Frank. Mikey whispered something in Brendon’s ear and Brendon giggled.

”Go for it man.”

***Frank***

Frank was enjoying the joke that Pete just told him when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He reached up thinking it was Gerard, but he found the finger to have a strange ring on it. He turned quickly and saw the lanky young man that ruined the ceremony for his beloved.

"The fuck do you want?"

"Whoa, hey, nice to meet you too! You just married my brother. Show some respect for family."

The man snapped at Frank and pushed his hands on his hips.

"You’re his brother? What the fuck kind of a person are you that you would ruin your brother's own wedding?!"

"I didn't ruin the wedding. I would never! I'm just... Ya know... A wild card."

”You’re a wild something, that’s for sure.”

"Look, let me save you the trouble, my brother's a coke whore. He's not housewife material. He'll ruin you like he did all the other men who were with him.”

"Oh? And you will what, save me from him? And how do you propose to do that?"

The young man smirked and ran a finger down the front of Frank’s shirt, just stopping at the waistband of his slacks.

”Oh I can think of lots of way that I can save you.”

Frank smirked and grabbed the man’s hand, He pulled him in real close and whispered in his ear.

”Gerard is mine now and I am his so you just keep your fucking hands to yourself tramp.”

Frank pushed the man away and he looked flush and his clothes were slightly rumpled now. He regained his dignity and glared back at Frank.

"I'm warning you is all. His fourth husband was a drug addict and so was his fifth. He's picked up a few bad habits is all I'm saying.”

"Well thank you so much for the public service announcement. I think I can handle myself though, I am a big boy after all."

"Oh, I'm sure you are."

He winked at Frank and with that strutted off.

Frank watched the young man walk off and stop in front of an older looked gentlemen. He wrapped himself around the man and whispered something in his ear. The man reached into his pants and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a sizable amount of money and handed it to him. The young man kissed his cheek and stuffed the money down into his bodice. He then walked off to hang out with the same wife that he sat with during the ceremony.

"He's a gold digger huh?"

"Actually he is the only wife to make it all seven years."

Frank turned around when Pete spoke to him.

"That’s the legendary wife? Why would you stay with that for seven years?"

”Rumor was that he could suck a cock like nobody's business.”

”Yeah, well I bet I could give him a run for his money.”

Pete draped himself over Frank’s back and kissed his cheek. At that moment the boy looked up and smiled at him. He looked at Pete and whispered something in his ear. Pete nodded and at the same time they both gave him the finger. The man frowned and Frank and Pete laughed like they were in college again.

***Gerard***

Gerard had just pulled Spencer into a random hug when he noticed his brother talking to his husband. He glared when Mikey ran a finger down Frank’s chest and when Frank pulled Mikey in close to him. He quickly smiled though when he saw Frank had pushed Mikey away hard.

"Spence, Mikey's talking to Frank. Look! Oh no, He's going to ruin everything."

"The fuck he is, come on Gee."

The two wives stormed over to where Mikey was with Brendon. Spencer grabbed at Mikey and poked a finger into his chest.

"What the fuck Mikey? What, your old man not enough for you anymore? Now you have to go after someone else's husband?”

Mikey grinned and shrugged carelessly. He ignored Spencer and turned to his brother.

So how long is this now going to last Gee? Gonna make this one your record? How long is this one gonna last... two months?"

Gerard frowned and blinked dumbfounded.

”Should I use smaller words Gee? When are you gonna fuck this one up?"

Gerard shook his head in disgust.

"I'm not gonna fuck this one up, Michael. So don't bet on it."

"Sure, that is what you said with your first husband. Oh wait wasn’t it his son that fucked it up instead, or was it you he fucked?"

Mikey let out an evil chuckle. He knew how to hurt his brother. It was an art and his favorite past time. Gerard clenched his jaw and bunched his dress in his hands.

"I was raped, you heartless bitch!"

He could feel his eyes sting and his bottom lip quivered. He turned away and stormed off before he could give Mikey the satisfaction in seeing him cry. He faintly heard Spencer behind him.

"You are the fucking lowest Mikey."

"Whatever! What a fucking crybaby! It was a joke! What?! Coke whores can't take jokes?"

Gerard turned around to see that the whole room had turned towards Mikey. He twittered his fingers at Gerard and then sauntered back over to his husband. Gerard went straight to M.‘s room.

***Frank***

Frank and Pete heard shouting and looked over to see a crowd had gathered. He could not see what it was about until Spencer burst through and ran up to them.

"Frank, shit, Mikey just fucked with Gerard's head good. I don’t know what he is going to do. He headed towards M's room!"

"Shit, I got to go get him before he does something stupid."

”Would he really do drugs on his wedding day?”

Spencer looked at Pete and nodded.

”If you just heard what Mikey had said to him, I would think it was number one on his mind. Spencer turned to Frank and placed a hand lightly on his shoulder.

"Frank, please go easy on him."

"Yeah, I will, just which way is M.'s room?"

"Up the stairs and down the hall at the end."

"Right okay, I'm going."

Frank raced out of the room and cut around the guests mingling. He knew after what Spencer told him yesterday that Gerard would look for solace in some kind of substance. Frank took the stairs two at a time and ran down the hallway to the doors at the end. He placed his ear to the wood, but could not hear anything. He gingerly opened the door a bit and knocked at the same time.

"Gerard?"

Frank heard a sob and looked on the king size bed. Gerard looked small compared to it. He was shaking like a leaf and at first Frank thought he had taken something and he was convulsing. Then Frank looked again and saw that it was wracking sobs that were working through his body. Gerard let out a shaky breath and pushed himself up and wiped his hands down his face.

"F-Frank?"

"Yeah baby, it's me."

"Don't come in... I'm... I'm a wreck."

Frank ignored him and walked in. He shut the door and walked over to the bed. He sat down and looked at his wife. Gerard's hair was a mess and his makeup had run. His dress was rucked up showing off the hidden treasure of pure white stockings underneath. Frank had to school his breath and concentrate on his face. He lay a hand down on his cheek.

"Baby, don’t worry. Remember for better or for worse."

"Why would he say that, Frank? Why would he bring up the rape in the middle of the party?"

"Because he is unhappy baby and that means he has to make you unhappy too. It's not going to work though because we are going to show him right now that he can’t fuck with us. Together we are strong and can get through anything, even your brother’s bullshit."

Gerard let out another shaky breath and nodded.

"What'd he tell you? I saw him talking to you. What'd be say?"

”It’s not important, not information that I did not already know. He thinks he can mind fuck me, well I have been mind fucking since before he was born. Don’t worry baby, we will have our revenge.”

Frank encouraged Gerard to sit up. He went into M.'s bathroom and ignoring all the pill bottles he wet a wash cloth. He grabbed the man’s eyeliner and brought it into the bedroom with him. He carefully cleaned Gerard's face off and redid his eyeliner. He then pulled Gerard's hair down and fixed it so that it looked like he had that 'freshly fucked' look. Frank loved that expression. Gerard then changed into the dress that they were going to leave in and set the gown down to be repacked by Spencer.

"Now baby, let us go show him that we are a force to be reckoned with."

Gerard just nodded and stood up. Frank could see that he still felt like shit. Mikey apparently knew how to make him hate himself. What a sweet name for a fucked up guy. It suited him as the spoiled brat he was behaving like though, just like a fucking kid. Frank made a decision right there that he needed to get in contact with Matt and dig up some info on the boy. He would muse on it later, right now he needed to defend his love and get his dignity back. Frank led Gerard out of the bedroom. As they approached the main room he slid an arm around him in a possessive manner. Frank put on his game face and walked right over to where Gerard's brother and the other wife was standing with their husbands. He knew them both. They were business men of course, but nowhere near the caliber of himself as far as worth goes. Frank had been in Forbes: Fortune 500 just this past year and in the top ten. These guys were in Fortune 1000, the lower version. He smirked. He knew just how to play this off. He grabbed two glasses and poured the apple cider that Pete brought for him specially and he handed Gerard a glass with a wink. He then led Gerard over to the pack and put his game face on.

"Well as I live and breathe, Stan Claymore, never thought I would see you here?"

"Iero, congratulations on your nuptials. Have you met my wife Michael?"

"Oh yes, apparently I married his brother."

Gerard gripped onto Frank and faked a smile.

"Michael, I didn’t know you had a brother?"

Gerard's smile fell at that. Frank believed that Michael would not tell his husband about his brother because he was embarrassed being related to him due to his reputation. Either that or the man had shit memory.

"Oh Stany, you know that I mentioned Gerard to you before. You and that memory of yours."

Stan looked between the two brothers and then to Frank.

"So does this make us family?"

He elbowed Frank with a grin placed over his face.

"I do believe it does Stan. We must have you over to dinner when we get back from Paris."

"Set the date and we'll be there. Won't we sweetheart?"

Stan slung an arm around Mikey and Frank noticed that he grimaced a little. Interesting.

"Of course love. So Paris, huh Gee? You always wanted a nice honeymoon. Stan and I toured Europe when we went, well i really didn’t get to see much of it from the hotel rooms."

Gerard cleared his throat and gripped onto Frank tightly. Frank could tell that he wanted the small talk to end. He wanted the day to end. He probably wanted a drink or a line, anything to numb the pain he was going through because of that fucking brat he was related to. Frank looked at Michael trying to one up his brother. He still had an ace up his sleeve though and he was about to set both brothers heads spinning.

"Hey Stan, not to bring up anything negative, but how was that co-op you were trying for? Last I heard you had the zoning board on you."

"Man Iero, for a music man you sure keep up with big business. Yeah, I hit a wall and now the bank is dragging its ass on the loan."

"Stan, come on man, we are family now. Let me help you out."

Frank went into his breast pocket and pulled out his check book. He quickly filled it out and handed it to the man. He watched as Michael's eyes went wide at the amount on it. Gerard gazed at Mikey and Frank knew he wanted to laugh. Instead he smiled and perked up a bit.

"Frank, I don’t know what to say."

"Just pay me back when the loan comes through. I know you are good for it."

"Hey man, thanks, oh here meet my business partner Jepha and his wife Brendon."

Mikey glared at Gerard. He was embarrassed to find out that his brother's husband was worth more than his. It was the best gift that Frank could give Gerard at that moment. Frank could see the man seething so he decided to put the icing on the cake of the big fuck you towards the younger man. He went into his wallet and pulled out his Black Amex. He knew that Stan did not qualify for one. He watched Michael follow it with hungry eyes. He had a little surprise for him though, it was not his card. He turned to Gerard and smiled.

"Here baby, since we are married now and I don’t want you to have to keep coming to me for money, here's your own card."

Gerard and Mikey gasped at the same time. Gerard opened his hand as Frank placed the precious piece of plastic in his palm.

"Frank, I couldn't."

"Nonsense, I trust you."

”But what if he spends it on coke!?”

Everyone turned to Mikey and he flushed in embarrassment. ‘Gotcha fucker.’ Frank feigned shock with everyone else, but he was fist pumping in his mind. Stan cleared his throat and Mikey looked down.

"Wow Iero, you are a good man. I did not even do that with Mikey, but that's okay. I like when he comes to me for money, isn’t that right darling?"

"Yes of course dear."

Stan had admonished Mikey, and Frank was now satisfied. He turned to his wife and caressed his cheek.

"Shall we make our exit then baby? We have a plane to catch after all."

"Yes..."

Gerard giggled. Before they turned away Gerard twinkled his fingers at his brother and winked.

"Bye everyone. Thanks for coming."

***Mikey***

Mikey waved goodbye, but he was fuming. He was also turned on. Yeah Mikey was a gold digger, he was only with his husband now because of his bank account. If that ever went dry he would divorce the old fool and take him for whatever else he had left. Mikey had dirt on his husband that he was holding till the right time. He watched them walk away and smirked. He was right the first time, Frank was too good for his worthless brother and so was his bank account. Mikey began to plot a way to get both and leave his brother broken once again. Hey, it worked with his other husbands, so why not this one. The fifth one did his job for him, but he remembered how he had influenced the others. Poor Gerard would not know what hit him once again. Mikey went to stand next to Brendon, who put his arms around his waist and kissed his neck softly. ‘Oh yes big brother, it is on.’

***Mixed POV***

”Iero, you are smooth motherfucker.”

”That is so not true, I never fucked a mother once in my life…well other than Greta, but that hardly counts!”

”What about the twins in college that turned out to be mother and daughter?”

”Oh God, please don’t remind me of that disaster!”

Pete chuckled good naturedly. He hugged his best friend fiercely.

"So you’re off limits again huh?”

”Afraid so Petey.”

”Man that sucks.”

”Yup, but I only do that for Gerard now.”

Pete made a face and punched Frank in the shoulder. Frank laughed and planted a wet one on his cheek. They watched as their wives said goodbye to each other. It was much more intimate than what they did, but that was alright. Their kiss lasted much longer and was definitely hotter. Frank felt stirring below his belt and tried to ignore it. The clothing that Gerard had changed into when they were in the bedroom was not helping at all either. He was ignoring it when he had his game face on, but now it was all he could think of. Gerard had changed into a simple dress so he could continue to wear the heels and stockings. The dress was just long enough that you could not see the tops of the stockings, but Frank knew that they were there. He started to think about Gerard and himself in Paris in the hotel with him spread out before him wanting and waiting. Frank looked at his watch and realized that it would be a while before the plane took off. They had to get there early to go through customs and all the bullshit terrorist stuff. He thought about having to wait that long and suddenly he didn’t want to.

"Come on Gee, we should get out of here, we have a long drive to the airport."

"Okay, Frankie."

Gerard took his arm and walked with him to the door. Bob was waiting by the door to give them their coats. Frank shook his hand, but Bob gave Gerard a big bear hug. He lifted him off the ground and for a moment Frank glimpsed not only the top of the stockings, but that Gerard was wearing panties that matched. He could feel himself growing harder by the second. He stayed facing the door so that neither Gerard nor Bob saw him in this state. Bob put Gerard down.

"You two have fun and Gee, stay out of trouble okay?"

Gerard giggled, smiling innocently.

"We'll see Bobby. I make no promises."

He waved goodbye to Bob one final time and they started for the limo. Frank let Gerard walk in front of him. His ass was hypnotizing and we walked with a swing in his hips naturally. He saw Louie open up the door and Gerard bent over and crawled in. As Frank approached the door he stopped to talk to Louie. He was talking about how long the journey would be and was starting to forgot about his growing hard on. Gerard fixed his dress as he watched Frank talk to Louie. He looked uncomfortable and anxious.

"Donna worry Mr. Iero, we will get there with plenty of time to spare."

"Good, I don’t want to be late."

"You two just relax, there is your favorite champagne in the car."

"Thank you Louie."

Frank crawled into the car and Louie shut the door. Now he was alone with Gerard. He reached up and closed the sliding window that would allow Louie to see them.

"I wanted to say that I thought you handled your brother quite well Gerard."

Gerard reached for the bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Thanks, but I did it with your help."

"Hey, can I help it if I have the need to rescue my Pretty Woman now and then?"

Gerard passed Frank the champagne bottle and smirked. He held up the glasses and waited for Frank to get the bottle open. Frank popped the top on the bottle and poured him and Gerard a glass. He placed it back into the ice.

"To us."

Gerard clinked his glass against Frank's.

"To us, my love, and our new life together."

He sipped his drink and kept his eyes on Gerard. Frank waited for Gerard to realize what he drinking. He saw the puzzled look come over his face and he looked at Frank.

"Is this non-alcoholic?"

"Yeah, Gerard. I don't know if Spencer told you, but I am straight edge. I told you I had a bad bought with a heroin addiction along with alcohol in college and it nearly cost me my life. Since then, I do not indulge in anything except cigarettes and well sex."

Gerard stared at him wide eyed and mentally face palmed. He recalled Spencer telling him about this. He also recalled the conversation last night when he was high. He got high while Frank was talking about himself almost dying. Suddenly Gerard felt like shit. He did not even react to the sex comment after that.

"Gerard it is possible to have a life without those kinds of vices. You can find other things to take their place."

Frank watched the realization come over Gerard's face. He sighed and put his glass down and got on his knees in front of Gerard. Frank placed a hand on Gerard's thigh and carefully pushed the dress up so that he was touching his bare skin.

"Y-yeah, I know that... I'm ready for that. I really am."

"I believe you because instead of turning to those vices when your brother was being a dick, you just found a place and cried. I was really proud of you."

Frank moved his hand up further and caresses the now exposed flesh as he moved the fabric of the dress up more.

"Spencer told you about my addiction, didn't he, and yet you did not run away?"

Gerard placed his hand over the back of Frank’s.

"He did, did he tell you about mine?"

Gerard was surprised at this comment. Didn’t Frank just say he was clean? Gerard felt Frank move his other hand from the top of Gerard's thigh closer to the inside. He let his finger brush lightly over his clothed cock. Gerard let his head fall back and moaned out.

"N-no... I don't think so. He may have, but I was, unf, I was out if it."

Frank continued to rub Gerard cock outside his clothing as he felt Gerard get harder. He listened to the noises that wife was making and it only made him hunger for more. He slowly moved his fingers up to the waistband of the panties that Gerard was wearing. He ran his fingers on the inside and made contact with his already leaking head. He settled himself comfortably in between Gerard's legs as he exposed his cock to the air.

"I am addicted to sucking cock."

With no further warning he engulfed Gerard's cock into his mouth all the way to the back of his throat.

"Oh!"

Gerard gasped. He hadn't expected that. He pushed his hand to his mouth and bit down on thumb. His other hand slithered through Frank’s hair and gripped tightly. Frank continued to deep throat Gerard. He loved this. The feeling of his cock in his mouth, hot, heavy, and weighing his tongue down. He wanted to make Gerard shake and shudder. He wanted him to come apart. He wanted him to forget about the drugs and alcohol. About his fucked up family. He wanted him to only be thinking about him. Frank slid a hand over Gerard's hip and hitched his thigh up so that he could grab at his ass. The stocking material felt so good in his hands. He pulled off with a dirty wet sound. He replaced his mouth with his hand and kept pumping Gerard hard and fast. Frank was seriously so fucking good at this. Gerard was thrusting his hips up for more and gasping out. He's sure Louie could probably hear him, but he didn't really care.

"M-more..."

Gerard whimpered, moving his hand down his thigh. Frank smirked.

"More Gee, you want more? Let me hear you beg for it. Show how much you want it. If you can prove to me how bad you want it, maybe I will give it to you.”

"M'ahhh... C'mon... I need it, Frankie."

Gerard pushed his hand back into Frank’s hair and tried to shove him down towards his cock. Frank fought him a little and then went back down all the way and listened to Gerard keen. He now moved up and down the shaft with a mission. He wanted Gerard to cum and quickly, he was dying to fuck him and it was easier after he came. He pulled out all his tricks after he figured out that Gerard was extra sensitive right at the tip of his head. He concentrated licking, sucking, and nibbling on that area. Soon he could feel Gerard tighten up and he knew he was damn close.

"Ya gonna cum for me Gee? Gonna make a mess of yourself so I can fuck you?"

Gerard gnawed down on his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut. He was so close. He could feel his orgasm hitting him.

"Y-yes... Oh fuck, yes... Fuck me."

He whined, moving his free hand into his hair and tugged. He was coming undone and he knew Frank was loving it. Frank felt Gerard shudder and he pulled off a little so that he was only sucking on the head now. Gerard tried to stifle a yell, but failed as the warm fluid filled Frank's mouth and he drank it down greedily. He continued to suck on his cock until it was over-sensitized. Then he pulled off with his mouth, but kept his hand going. Frank had a thing for making men squirm like this. So many thought that they could not handle it, but he prove them all wrong. He could hear Gerard whimpering and trying to push him off. He surged up and grabbed Gerard by the wrists and pinned him to the seat with one arm. Gerard let Frank pin him down. He was a wreck and recovering from his orgasm, but he knew he was going to get hard again. Realizing that Gerard was going to behave, Frank let go of his wrists and moved the hand to his lips.

"Suck."

Gerard opened his mouth to them and sucked obediently. He teased around the digits and smirked around them when Frank thrusted them in and out of his mouth. Frank let go of Gerard’s cock and pulled his fingers out. He put his hands on Gerard’s hips and turned him so that he was facing the back window of the limo. He pulled his panties off and roughly shoved the two fingers that were inside Gerard's mouth inside of him. He leaned in and bit hard on the back of Gerard's neck.

"Mine."

He growled and bit again as he continued to fuck him with his fingers. Gerard groaned and pushed himself against Frank’s fingers.

"F-fuck yes...yours."

He panted, pressing his face against the window. He couldn't believe they were gonna fuck in the limo. He knew Frank was passionate, but this was on a whole new level. Frank pushed himself against Gerard and let him feel how hard his cock was and how it was straining against his slacks. He pulled his fingers out of Gerard, not bothering with the third one and opened up his pants. He lined himself up with Gerard and pushed in. Gerard rammed back against the intrusion and let out a deep moan.

"Oh God, F-Frank. I've wanted this."

"Yeah, how badly Gee, how badly did you want this? Did you think about it while you were jerking off and fingering yourself in the hotel room?

He gripped Gerard's hips tightly as he pulled him back as he thrusted forward.

"Fuck yes."

Gerard cried out and his hand slammed down on the partition window button and it lowered.

"Oh shit!"

”Don’t worry about it, I had my eyes closed.”

Gerard laughed loudly at Louie’s joke and pressed it back up. Frank had pulled out and was laughing too.

"I'm sorry, here, lay down."

He positioned Frank down on his back and climbed on top of him. He whispered seductively in his husband’s ear.

"I'll ride you all the way to the airport."

Frank felt Gerard sink back down on him and he let out a groan. Gerard looked beautiful riding his cock. He could get use to this.

"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."

He rammed himself down harder on Franks lap. He randomly thought that he was definitely going to tell Spencer all about this experience. Gerard threw his head back and kept his hands down on Frank's chest as he fucked himself on him as hard as he could. He was so close. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach.

"Mm'ah, right fucking there! I'm gonna cum soon”

Frank let go of Gerard's hip and pushed him down onto the floor of the limo between the seats. He moved behind Gerard and pushed back in. He set a relentless pace as he fucked him fast and hard like Gerard wanted.

"Fuck, so good Gee, so fucking tight! Gonna make you cum without even touching you. Come on baby, that’s it, oh I can feel it!”

That was it for Gerard. He mashed his face in to the ground and arched his back.

"A-ah! Ungh, God!"

He came hard and his cum splashed all over the floor of the limo.

"Ah fuck!"

Gerard heaved and attempted to push himself up on his elbows, but he failed miserably and collapsed on the floor. Frank felt Gerard's muscles clench around his cock as he came and it set Frank off. He pushed Gerard into the floor as he came so hard that he shook.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

"That's it, that's it, sweetie."

He was still leaking and he could feel Frank's mess inside of him now.

"Shit, wow, fuck."

Frank lay there trying to catch his breath. He tried to push off of Gerard, but his legs felt like lead weights. Instead he moved Gerard till he was face up again and he kissed him. Gerard smiled against it and moved his hand to the back of Frank’s neck.

"That was amazing. You were incredible."

Gerard whispered against his husband’s lips.

"Hey, don't sell yourself short. You were pretty fucking amazing yourself."

Frank reached into the chest and pulled out some napkins he dipped them into the water and carefully cleaned Gerard off and then himself. Then he found Gerard's panties and helped him put them back on. He pulled Gerard back onto the seat and snuggled him into his chest. The intercom cracked over their heads.

"Excuse me Sir, but it seems we have hit a bit of traffic. I donna' think it will affect your flight, but we may be a little while. I hope you can find something to occupy your time with."

Gerard laughed under his breath and snuggled against his husband.

"Well then, shall we go for round two?"

"Fuck yeah."

Notes

Another monster chapter for you lucky people. ***Digdeepenough*** and I busted our asses and dug down deep (ha ha) to role play out the conversations for you and yes ALL of them. ^0^

So the aftermath of what Gerard did comes to light and both Gerard and Spencer deal with the consequences. You found out how bad Gerard really is with his habit. Of course the wedding took place and introducition of not so sweet Mikey, who you will love to hate, especially when you find out what he did to Gerard. *dun dun dun* ^0^

And FINALLY Gerard and Frank have sex. Dig and I laugh that it took five chapters for it to happen, but we think it was worth it and now that it has happened, we ain't planning on stopping. *smirk*

Hope you guys enjoyed. ^-^