House Wife

”Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

The man collapsed onto the bed as he rolled off of him. Mikey reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed the pack of cigarettes. He pulled two out and lit them both, passing one to other man next to him.

”Thanks babe, you were fucking amazing.”

Mikey hummed as the man took the cigarette from him and inhaled deeply. Mikey stared at the ceiling. Another hotel, and another stranger he allowed to pick him up at the club. He was getting bored, he had been doing this for far too long. The guy was alright, but he could have fucked him harder. Still he played the good boy and smiled at him and praised him and said the feeling was mutual. What he really wanted to do was get out of there and go see Brendon. He would cheer him up. He made an excuse that his time was growing short and got up to shower and dress. When he finished the guy was dressed and sitting on the bed. The usual conversation after that, 'when can I see you again' and all that bullshit. Mikey said all the right things again and then kissed the man with as much passion as he could muster without throwing up in his mouth. He made empty promises, and gave him the number that always lead to his voice recording, and left the room. He pulled out his phone and texted Brendon telling him that he was on his way and that he wanted him to pick up a special favor for him. Brendon of course agreed and was excited to see him since ‘Daddy’ was on his way to work. He said they had the whole day together. Mikey smiled at what this meant as he exited the elevator and walked out into the cold crisp sunshine.

***Gerard***

Gerard finally started preparing his salad after he'd finished his housework. For some reason he was a lot slower doing all his chores today. He wasn't tired or anything, just bored and less motivated. Even his sloppy dress style reflected this, baggy tee shirt and ripped jeans. He sighed, taking his bowl to the island table and plopped down on the stool. He thought back to the glass cupboard and jumped out of his seat. He groaned pulling it open.

"Fuck!"

He quickly rearranged everything, and fixed it the way Frank liked it. It was out of order by one glass. He sighed in relief and went back to his salad.

'ding dong'

Gerard let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. ‘Great, more delay’ he though and started for the front door.

'knock knock knock'

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Gerard pulled the door open and in front of him stood a guy in a shiny blue delivery suit with his face obscured by three dozen roses in several colors. When the guy spoke he had a super thick Italian accent.

"Excuse me madam, did you order three dozen roses... delivered by your fucking amazing and damn sexy husband?"

Frank moved the roses aside and smiled up at his wife. Gerard beamed and threw his arms around his husband’s shoulders.

"Frankie!"

He squealed, pressing his lips to the side of the shorter man’s face. He saw that is was not a delivery suit now, but a sharp blue suit with a shimmer. Fuck if he looked good.

"Hey, baby. Get dressed up, grab your trench and let's get going!"

Gerard nodded and jetted up stairs, he pulled out a simple purple shirt and threw on black jeans, and his purple boots. He checked his hair real quick and fluffed it up and added a touch of eyeliner to his eyes. It was afternoon and he did not want to use too much make up. A kiss of lip gloss and he was ready. As he moved down the stairs and out to the foyer where Frank was waiting. He double checked for any mess and smiled when he noticed everything was completely spotless.

“Where are we going?”

"That is for me to know love, and you to find out."

Gerard grabbed his white trench and then thought about it and grabbed Frank's black leather trench as well. Frank was talking to him from the kitchen and he went to see what he was doing. Frank was pulling a vase out of the glasses cabinet when Gerard walked in. Frank crushed an aspirin and dropped the powder in the vase along with lukewarm water. He placed the roses in the vase and set them in the middle of the Island.

"A surprise then? Ooh, I like that. Am I allowed to guess?"

Gerard watched Frank center the flowers perfectly and then turn to him with a gleam in his eye.

"Sure you can try, but for every guess that you are wrong, I get to do something to you."

Gerard smirked and put the coats down. He put his hands on his hips as he cocked them to the side, and made his first guess.

"Sounds like a win-win situation to me, but alright, I'm gonna' say... coffee date?"

Frank smirked and moved up to the island where Gerard was leaning. He crowded his wife against the granite counter and nuzzled his neck lightly flicking his tongue out till he bit down and sucked on the flesh. Giggling, Gerard tipped his head to allow Frank more access.

"Shopping?"

Frank hums a 'no' into Gerard's skin, and trails his way down to the opening on Gerard's shirt. He pushes it aside and attacks his collarbone with his teeth.

"Looks like you're winning."

Gerard whimpered, pressing himself against his husband.

"Can I get a hint?"

Frank pulls off of Gerard and looks thoughtful.

"I suppose I can do that, but you have to do something for me then and I am not going to tell you what it is."

Frank smirks at his wife and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Oh?"

Gerard arched his eyebrow. He hummed with a smile on his face, rubbing his hands against the front of Frank's pants. He started to teasingly play with the zipper, his smile widening.

"Hmm, the lady has ideas of her own huh?"

Frank smiled as Gerard giggled at his comment.

"Okay, first hint. fire."

Gerard pulled his hand away from his husband's bulge and widened his eyes at Frank.

"Fire?"

"Yup, care to make another guess, or should we just get going or... would you like to continue this, either way?"

Frank smirked again, and pushed himself against Gerard. He was pinning himself once more against Gerard, this time snaking his thigh between his legs and pushing it into his crotch. Gerard groaned and nibbled on his bottom lip. As much as he wanted to play this game with Frank he wanted to find out where they were going. He had decided.

"We should get going.".

"Your wish is my command, my Queen."

Frank stepped back and flourished into a bow. He stood up and adjusted his pants and then offered Gerard his arm.

"Shall we?"

Gerard smiled and took his husband's arm. Frank led Gerard out of kitchen and helped him put his coat on. He looked thoughtfully at Gerard and snapped his fingers.

"I know what's missing, wait right here."

Gerard waited as Frank jetted off. Frank returned with a slim white box with a purple ribbon wrapped around it. He handed it to Gerard.

"Uh oh, what'd you get me?"

He shook the box close to his ear with a grin on his face.

"Don't shake the fucking thing, open it!"

Gerard blushed as Frank laughed at him. He shrugged and started opening his present. When he got it open he stared at all the purple. A scarf, gloves and a cap were nestled in the box. He cooed as he started pulling out the scarf first.

"Awww!"

"I knew it was going to be cold where we're going so I wanted you to be warm so you would still enjoy it."

Gerard wrapped the scarf around his throat and then put the gloves and hat on. He made a bunny face at Frank and laughed.

"How do I look?"

"If it were possible, even more beautiful than before. Now come love, Louie is waiting for us."

Frank escorted his wife to the car. Louis tipped his hat at them as he held the door open. Gerard hopped in and plopped down on the seat and watched as Frank got in.

***Brendon***

Brendon entered the bedroom, pissed off and annoyed. He couldn't believe the kitchen staff. They knew he craved cookie dough ice cream and they didn't get it.

"Fuckers."

Brendon cursed the floor, slamming the door shut behind him. Mikey was sitting on the bed lounging back on his elbows. He and Brendon had just returned from using the indoor pool and were sitting around in their robes. The nice thing about a private pool is that they did not worry about swimsuits.

"Aww, what's wrong Brendolin, my love?"

Brendon plopped down on the bed and sneered. Just thinking about the staff angered him.

"They fuck with me on purpose. When Daddy isn't here they treat me like shit."

Mikey circled his arms around Brendon and pulled him in close. He carded a hand through his hair and kissed the side of his neck.

"You want me to go talk to them? I bet I can get them to be nice to you."

Brendon's frown turned in to an evil smirk and he nodded.

"Okay baby, I will be right back."

Brendon watched Mikey leave the room. He knew that the servants were going to regret their actions now. He smiled at the idea and wished he was there to witness Mikey in action.

***Mikey***

Mikey left the room and walked down to the staff wing. He did not even hesitate before barging into it and startling the occupants.

"Master Way, why are you..."

The servant did not even get a chance to say anymore as Mikey backhanded him. The servant landed on his back and Mikey straddled him and grabbed him by his shirt and slammed his head into the floor. The other servants stood motionless as this happened. Mikey grabbed the servant and flipped him over onto his stomach. He pulled off the man's belt and proceeded to beat him with it. In between strokes he spoke labored and giddy from the high of the violence.

"Now, one of you worthless fuckers will be running to the store and getting Brendon his ice cream. Until you return I will continue to beat this worthless piece of shit, so if you do not want him to die, I suggest you get going!"

The servants scattered quickly and left Mikey with the man alone. Mikey smirked with satisfaction as he brought the belt down again and again onto his back. The groans and pleas of the man begging him was getting him hard. He ripped the man’s pants off and tore his underwear. With no warning he pulled the man onto his knees and rammed his cock hard into his ass. He could feel the skin tearing and it made him even more excited. He whipped the man even harder as he pumped himself in and out with the same pace. The man was now convulsing under him and that made Mikey fuck him harder. Just as his arm was getting tired he felt himself stiffen up and cum hard inside the servant. He pulled out and dropped the belt into the badly bleeding man. He closed his robe and left the room just as a servant was presenting him with the ice cream. He smiled at her and patted her in the head. He took the ice cream and brought it upstairs along with a spoon that he collected on his way from the kitchen. He opened the door and smiled at Brendon.

"I got your ice cream love."

"Whoa! That was fast! Thanks Mikey Mouse, you're the best."

He handed the ice cream to his best friend.

"What'd you do?"

"Oh, let's just say that I convinced them that it was in their best interest to get your ice cream and quickly."

Brendon smirked and pulled his Mikey into a quick kiss.

"Whatever it was you did, keep at it."

"Don't worry Brendolin, I will always take care of you, but now it is your turn to take care of me right? Tell me you got the stuff?"

Brendon jumped out of bed.

"Of course I did. I always do."

He yanked open the nightstand and pulled out the white powder. He handed the bag to Mikey, and Mikey just smiled. Mikey takes the bag and brings it over to Brendon's dresser. He opens up the black case he brought with him and pulls out the miniature chemistry set. He asked Stan to buy it when he told him he would try and go back to school. Of course this was a blatant lie. He fucked the Dean of the school for his diploma. Poor dear clueless Stany had no fucking then, but then again when has he ever had a clue? Mikey knew as soon as he passed the seven year mark, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted, he just had to keep in quiet. Stan wouldn't want to lose his million dollar investment and Mikey did not want to lose the money he would inherit once the bastard kicked the bucket, which with Mikey’s plan would not be much longer. Coming back from his daydreams he realized that he had managed to light the burner with no thought to it and set up the scales. He measured out precise amount of powder onto them and poured it in the beaker. He watched the chemical reaction as it melted down into the precious liquid that he and Brendon desired. He looked back at Brendon and smiled. He watched as Brendon dragged the spoon filled with ice cream along his tongue. He was more like a kid than Mikey was, even though he was older. Mikey smirked at how well he had Brendon wrapped around his fingers.

"Not too much longer baby and then we just have to wait for it to cool a little."

"Can't wait."

Brendon dropped his spoon into the bucket of ice cream. He stood up, leaving it on the nightstand, and made his way over to the dresser and pressed against Mikey’s back snaking an arm around his waist. He reached up, with his free hand, and stroked Mikey's hair gently.

"Mmmm baby, don’t get me started yet, or I might fuck up this batch. Wait till I turn the fire off first."

Mikey turned the flame off and then turned to face Brendon. He pulled him into a deep kiss. He tasted his lover as well as the sweet confection he was eating.

"I dare say that the ice cream has made you taste even better than you usually do Brendolin."

"It's bound to happen."

Brendon giggled breaking the kiss. He winked and walked back over to the bed and sat down in an inviting pose.

"Yes and if you keep up that cheeky attitude with me, something is bound to happen to you to my dear."

Brendon sat up straight and gazed over Mikey's face. He smirked.

"And what's that? What's gonna happen to me?"

Mikey smirked and reached behind him on the dresser for the scarf that he had around his neck when he first arrived. He moved it aside before so it would not catch on fire during the creation process. He pulled it behind his back as he walked back to the bed. Mikey crawled up onto Brendon’s lap and pulled him into another searing kiss. He grabbed both of Brendon's arms and brought them up so that he could remove his shirt. When Brendon had his arms up and the shirt off, Mikey grabbed his wrists and tied the scarf around them. He then pushed Brendon down flat. He stood up and walked over to the kit on the dresser. He pulled out a piece of rubber tubing and returned to Brendon.

"Hang on baby, you will get your fun, but first things first."

Mikey returned to the chemistry set. He pulled out the clean hypodermic needles. He carefully placed the tip inside the now cooled heroin and pulled the plunger till the vile was full. He repeated this once more and then turned to Brendon.

"All right baby, get ready for the ride of your life."

***Frank***

"I'm excited to see where you're taking me."

As they sped off, Gerard looked out the window trying to figure out where they were. They passed several restaurants where Frank could have taken him, but today Frank told him he wanted to surprise him by having a normal lunch date that anyone could have. He even decided that he will use one of his normal credit cards today and just be Frank. He had Louis drop them off at the parking garage and they walked the rest of the way.

"Hey Geebear, I... I wanted to show you today that although I like to spend money and show off a bit, I am also pretty down to earth as well. This was one of the places my parents took me to when it was a special occasion. Back then we could not afford much, but when there was a reason to celebrate, this was our favorite place to go."

When Frank finished speaking he opened the door to the restaurant for Gerard. Because of the conversation Gerard missed the name of the place. The interior was mixed Asian and on the other side of frosted glass were dancing yellow and orange plumes of light. It almost looked like fire. Oh, fire, that was the hint he gave him at the house. There was no way that Gerard would have made an association with that and this. As they approached the counter a woman came out dressed in black.

"Hello, welcome to Kobe. Two?"

"Yes please hibachi."

"Very good, please to follow me."

Gerard was still holding Frank as they were seated around the table. Gerard noticed that the table was made up of wood and what looked like a flat metal pan. He could not understand why. He leaned in to whisper into his husband’s ear.

"I've never been here before."

He was a bit intrigued to say the least. He could tell he was going to enjoy this.

"Are they going to cook the food here?"

Frank laughed at Gerard's inquisitiveness.

"Yeah, they are. I like to take the kids here. It was just us because Greta did not like the noise that the hibachi masters make when they cook. It was something special for the kids and I, and now I want to share it with you."

Frank picked up the menu and started to explain all the different foods to Gerard. He decided to order several different kinds of sushi so that Gerard could try them. He also encouraged Gerard to order something with meat if he liked.

"Kat is fond of the salmon here, while Kody prefers the steak."

"I'll go with the steak then."

Frank smiled and kissed Gerard’s cheek. Gerard blushed and then whispered to him again.

"We should all come here when the kids are on vacation I mean. Wouldn't that be nice, all of us here as a family?"

Frank thinks about it. It has been a while since they did anything as a family since Greta left. Gerard is so well liked by the kids too. He is sure that they would not mind his coming too. Frank was about to answer Gerard when the waitress came over.

"You like to order drink?"

Frank looked at the drink menu, he knew what he was going to order for his, but he saw Gerard wide eyed looking at all the alcohol. Frank internally sighed, he gave Gerard that option, but he knew that Gerard was still nervous about it. He leaned into his wife and whispered in his ear.

"Try the Hana Awaka sake, it sparkles like you."

"Are you sure?"

He sounded unsure himself.

"I won't if you don't want me to."

"I trust you, that you will not do anything to take advantage of my offering. I don't want to control you remember, just take care of you."

"Okay, then I'll have the hana awaka sake..."

Frank smiled and then turned to the waitress.

"Watashi wa Nihon no sooda o motte, kare wa Hana Awaka sake kudasai."

(I will have Japanese soda and he will have the hana awaka sake please.)

The waitress bowed and left to fetch the drinks. Frank watched Gerard as he took in the artwork on the walls and the sculptures.

"Were you serious about wanting to go to art school?"

"Oh, uh, yeah.”

Frank broke him out of his trance. The artwork around their space was very traditional and modern at the same time. He could tell that Gerard liked it. Gerard glanced around the room one last time, admiring his surroundings, before turning his attention to Frank again.

"Well, then let me make it happen. You can go to class while I am at work and then you will not be so bored everyday."

Frank did not get to hear Gerard's answer because the waitress returned with their drinks. Frank gave her the orders for their food and then set about opening the soda. He removed the plastic top and pushed out the small plunger from the middle on it. He then placed it over top of the marble that was blocking the drink and pushed on it till the marble fell into the blocked off area of the glass. Gerard stared wide eyed at his husband as he popped open the bottle.

"What is that?"

Frank chuckled.

"It's called Ramune baby, it's Japanese soda. This one is green melon. Want to try it?"

"Oh, yeah, I'll have a little."

"Now this is not meant for chugging. If you try to it will make you cough. The marble stops you from drinking it too fast, but it can't come out so don’t worry."

"On second thought..."

Gerard laughed nervously, glaring at the soda bottle.

"Awww, is my wittle baby scared?"

Frank patronized Gerard as he laughed and picked up the bottle and tipped it into his mouth. The marble jiggled in its casing, but remained in place. Frank forgot how refreshing the Ramune was. He may have to order another bottle. He put it down and smirked at Gerard.

"See, nothing happened."

Gerard frowned at his husband and took the bottle from him. He downed the same amount and smirked. He set the bottle down with a thump and stuck his tongue out Frank. He swiped his hand over his mouth, cleaning the mess of soda he made.

"How was that?"

"Well thanks Gee, you just drank all my fucking soda. What do i get to drink now huh?"

Frank loved to challenge Gerard's mind to see who could come up with the best snark. He guessed that his other husbands did not like their wife talking back so to speak, but he loved a good verbal fight, especially if it ended in the bedroom.

"You'll just have to share my sake with me then..."

Frank sits back and pouts like a kid. He is about to come up with a comeback when the waitress comes over concerned.

"Is there problem? Everything is okay?"

Frank laughs and Gerard blushes.

"No yes, it is fine, I was joking with my wife.

"Oh you joke with wife, oh okay. Very pretty too. You want more ramune?"

"Yes please um... ichigo this time."

"Ah, you have good pronunciation. Very good Sir."

The waitress leaves and Frank smiles at Gerard.

I really like that we can joke around like that Gee."

"Me too."

Gerard was still blushing and it seemed like he was about to pull Frank into a kiss when the waitress came back with Frank’s soda.

"That was fast."

Gerard giggled, watching as she bowed and hurried off again. Gerard turned back to Frank and resumed the conversation before the soda arrived.

”Would you be okay with that, with me going to school? I mean, my other husbands said that it would get in the way of my duties and I agree with them. I'm here to take care of you too."

"Gerard, you do an amazing job in the house and I am sure that cutting it back or giving up a couple days is not going to make the house become a complete shit hole. After all it is just you and I right now. Seriously, I want to do this for you."

Frank reached out and ran his fingers through Gerard's hair. He caressed his cheek lovingly again wondering how anyone could mistreat this perfect creature in front of him. At that moment the sushi arrived and Frank had to laugh at Gerard's reaction to the variety in front of him.

"You're crazy."

He joked, sitting back in his seat to get a better look at the food in front of him. It was a lot to take in. Gerard blinked up at Frank and he laughed. Frank selected a piece filled with colorful vegetables and dipped it lightly into the soy sauce. He let it drip off and held it up for Gerard to take into his mouth.

"Open wide baby, daddy's got something you have never tasted before."

Gerard stared curiously at what Frank was about to feed him and then opened his mouth.

"Ahhh."

So many obscene thoughts went through Frank's mind as he placed the piece of sushi into his wife's perfect mouth, passing his soft and moist lips. He thought of all the times that those perfect lips had been wrapped around his cock and he groaned a bit as Gerard closed his mouth and trapped Frank's fingers inside. He slowly pulled them out and he swore that Gerard sucked a little on the tips as they left.

"Is it good?"

Gerard chewed, slowly, and moaned

"Yeah, very good.."

Frank was sporting a semi after that move Gerard pulled. He had to though because Gerard leaned in and said that Frank's fingers were just as delectable as the piece of sushi he had, if not way better.

"Ah good, so um... help yourself."

Frank had to turn away from his wife as the hibachi chef arrived to cook their food. He was grateful that it was dimly lit in the place since he had been blushing. The chef introduced himself and went right into his act. He juggled the spatula and knife as he flourished for the men’s delight. Then he drew a smile face on the grill, which was slowly heating up during his act, with oil in a squeeze bottle.

"Lean back baby."

Gerard did as he was told and shrieked when the flames went up. Frank laughed at Gerard's reaction. Then he smiled when the man brought out this little squirt toy that looked like a boy pissing and sprayed the grill as well as he and Gerard with it. He went on with the show and started cooking the egg after a few cool tricks with it. He then started the rice and noodles. Gerard watched with fascination as the butter, garlic, and other spices went into the starches and made then smell mouthwatering. Then the man set up for the onion volcano.

"This is so cool."

Gerard whispered to Frank, locked in a trance as the chef continued his cooking act. The man built a pyramid with the onion slices and filled them with sake. He then lit the whole thing on fire and Gerard jumped again. The man laughed along with Frank and Gerard blushed. Gerard cuddled against his husband and nuzzled his head on his shoulder. Frank could see that Gerard was getting a little apprehensive. He placed his hand on his thigh and squeezed it, giving his wife reassurance. The chef started to add the veggies and meat to the grill. He slices up a long piece of zucchini and shows it to Frank.

"You wanna try catch?"

Frank smirked and opened his mouth as the man aimed the piece of vegetable at Frank and he caught it on the first try in his mouth. The man picked up the bottle of sake and pointed it at Frank.

"Sorry, I don't drink."

"Oh, okay, here water."

He aimed the water bottle at Frank and squeezed off a stream making it longer as Frank drank. Frank did not spill a drop. When he was done he aimed at Gerard.

"You turn miss."

Gerard blushed and glanced at Frank before shaking his head.

"No thank you."

"Awww, come on Gee, give it a try."

Gerard nibbled on his bottom lip and nodded.

"Okay."

The chef picked up the first piece of veggie and tossed it at Gerard. Gerard tried to catch it, but it missed and bounced off his chin. The second piece went too wide. The third piece hit his nose. By the fifth, Gerard was getting frustrated and Frank was trying so hard not to laugh. He moved up to Gerard and whispered in his ear.

"Just imagine that it is a mouthful of cum you are trying to catch."

Gerard bounced at that, but he opened his mouth wide again. His eyes were now closed and his head tipped back and Frank could see him concentrating on the visual. This time when the vegetable arched it landed perfectly into his mouth. Frank applauded and the chef pointed the bottle at Gerard.

"You drink?"

Gerard laughed at Frank’s outburst and then turned his attention to the chef.

"Yeah."

The chef smiled and starts an arch of sake into Gerard's mouth that becomes much longer than Frank's was. Gerard expertly lets the liquid slide down his throat till the chef stops it.

"Wow, very impressive miss. You drink well."

"Yes, you certainly do baby."

Gerard smirked, wiping the corners of his mouth with his middle finger and thumb.

"Well, you know, lots and lots of practice."

Frank reached under the table again and placed his hand on Gerard's thigh, but higher than before. While the chef was finishing preparing the food, Frank snaked his fingers to the inside of Gerard's thigh and added pressure to his exploration. All the while he was looking into Gerard's eyes with intensity.

"We should use the bathroom before we eat sweetheart."

Gerard's body jolted against Frank's touch.

"Y-Yeah, lead the way."

Frank led Gerard to the back of the restaurant and through a set of hanging curtains. He opened the bathroom door and once Gerard was inside, he closed and locked it. Frank pinned Gerard against the wall next to mirror.

"Fuck baby, you looked so hot just now taking all that sake in."

Frank reached up and pulled Gerard into a searing kiss.

"Now how about taking me in?"

Gerard gasped against his husband and brought his knee up, right under his crotch and ground against him there.

"I'll take all of you in. Every single drop."

Frank pushed into the friction as he sucked on Gerard's neck leaving a bruise that his new scarf would be able to cover up. He reversed their positions quickly and placed a hand gently on Gerard's shoulder encouraging him to his knees.

"Wait."

He stroked his husband into full arousal and stared at his face intently.

"Ugh, come on Gee, please. All that mouth action you did, I just, I need to feel you on me baby, please. I promise I will return the favor."

Frank knew he was whining, but all he could think about was the perfect circle Gerard's lips made when drinking that sake down. Gerard smiled and finally went to his knees after hearing that. Frank growled seeing Gerard on his knees. The contrast of his pale skin and the black tile he was now on was just perfect.

"Just don't fucking tease me or you don’t know what I will do to you."

Gerard looked up at Frank with his doe eyes and batted his lashes.

"Tease? When do I ever tease you?"

He grasped the base of Frank’s cock and flicked his tongue on the tip. Frank immediately pushed his hands in Gerard's hair as he licked the tip of his now badly leaking cock. He guided Gerard to take more of the head in as he moved down further on his shaft.

"Fuck baby, that feels sooo perfect. Love the way your tongue worships my cock like that. So fucking good, uh, you just have no idea. Still can’t believe you are all mine."

Gerard hummed around Frank and took him deeper. He moved his hands to hold his husband’s hips, and pushed him up against the wall and started to bob his head up and down quickly. All you could hear is the sloppy sound of Gerard's wet lips moving up and down Frank’s thick cock. Frank wanted to bash his head against the wall right now. Anything to stop him from shouting out how fucking good his wife was at giving head. He settled for tangling his hand further into Gerard's soft hair and biting his lip. After the performance at the table and this fucking stellar performance here, Frank was not going to last much longer. He loved that he had staying power, but right now, he really needed to just cum so that he could return the favor to Gerard and they could get back to the table.

"Shit Gee, I'm gonna fucking..."

*Knock, knock, knock.*

"Shit, fuck fuck fuck, Gee, stop. We gotta. ah ah ah."

Frank was pissed, Gerard was not stopping and the guy kept knocking.

"J-J-Just a minute."

"Come on man, I gotta piss!"

Crude bastard and his fucking mouth and inconvenient timing. Frank was so pissed be blurted out something to make the guy feel like shit.

"Chill dude, I have my wife in here with me. She's pregnant and got sick."

Gerard immediately stopped and blinked up at him, dumbfounded.

"What?"

He mouthed at Frank arching a brow in confusion. Frank mouthed to him.

"Sorry, it was all i could think of."

Gerard got up on his feet and brushed his knees off still staring daggers at Frank.

"Don't worry, we can pull this off, just give me your scarf"

Frank took the scarf and opened it up. He then folded it so that it was semi flat. He pulled Gerard to him and lifted up his shirt. He placed the extra padding inside of the cloth and smoothed it over. He reached up and moved Gerard's hair so that it was slightly cascading over his shoulders. Finally he reached into his pocket and pulled out his eyeliner. Gerard raised an eyebrow at him.

"What? It's for work."

He handed it to Gerard and directed him to the mirror.

"This is ridiculous,"

Gerard hissed at Frank, leaning in to get a good look at his reflection and started to apply the eyeliner. When he felt he had enough to look extra effeminate he pursed his lips and slipped on a little lip gloss for added effect. He turned to his husband.

"Good?"

.

"Trust me baby, you look amazing. Now let’s go win a fucking Oscar."

Frank unlocked the door and opened it. In front of him stood a tall guy with a beer gut and an attitude to match. He looked at Frank and sneered, but then he looked at Gerard and his eyes went wide.

"Oh shit man, I mean wow, pardon my language madam, Are you alright?"

Gerard cleared his throat and nodded as he grabbed his husband’s arm.

"Y-Yes, I am now”

The guy smiled and gave them a wide birth. Frank was pretty proud of his wife. A little too prideful, because he forgot about the little step up across the bathroom door and he lost his footing sending Gerard into the stranger. The guy saw this and reached out to catch Gerard around his waist.

"Fuck ow."

"You alright there lady?"

Gerard jumped back quickly and made sure he still had 'his stomach'.

"I'm good, thanks. Frank let's go."

Frank could not help to laugh inside at the predicament that could have taken place just now, but somehow they pulled it off brilliantly. However Frank did not blame Gerard for quickly downing the bottle of sake in one shot. He coughed because he forgot there was carbonation in the alcohol. He patted him on the back and offered him some water. Frank saw that the plates of food were kept on the grill part of the table to keep them warm. He would remember to give the waitress and chef a pretty decent tip.

"You all right Gee?"

"No. That was terrifying. What if that guy noticed I wasn't a woman? That would have been traumatizing."

Frank noticed that Gerard was picking at his food, but not eating it. He looked over and saw that he was brooding a bit. He reached out for him and Gerard flinched. Frank pulled back his hand. Why the fuck was he flinching.

"Gee what's wrong? Talk to me, tell me. Why did you flinch just now?"

"My nerves are just, I'm fine."

Frank allowed the incident to rest. He did not want to press Gerard like his other husbands did. They finished lunch quietly and when they were done, Frank led Gerard back to the car. Gerard was quiet in the car and was turned away from Frank looking out the window. Frank was wondering if maybe his interest and appetite for Gerard was not right for him. Maybe it was too much and he needed to back down. He wished that Gerard would talk to him about it. Communication was important in a good relationship and it was something that was missing with him and Greta. He would try again with Gerard at another time. Right now he turned so that he was facing Gerard and he reached out and touched Gerard's ring hand with his own. Gerard shot a glance at his husband and smiled weakly. Frank linked thembvtogether by interlacing thier fingers. He watched as their matching rings touched and he moved hisother hand to trace the black diamond that rested Gerard's engagement ring. They did not exchange any words, just looked into each others eyes and that is when Frank realized that he really had fucked up. He still smiled and when he sat back again he made sure to keep holding onto Gerard's hand. They held hands the rest of the trip. When the car stopped Frank looked at Gerard and smiled.

"We're here baby."

Gerard climbed out of the car and looked around.

"The zoo?"

Suddenly the incident at Kobe was just a distant memory now.

"Yeah, I remembered that it said in your file that you liked animals as well as kids, so I thought you would like the zoo."

"I haven't been to the zoo since my third husband. We took all the kids. It was so hectic. The day ended with puke on my shirt and gum stuck in my hair."

Frank felt bad for Gerard. His memories of taking the kids to the zoo were filled with fun and laughter. He circled his wife's waist and brushed the hair out of his eyes and behind his ears.

"Come on Gee, let's go make some new memories of our own. What would you like to see first?"

Gerard pressed into his husband and shrugged.

"I liked the giraffes the last time I was here. They were my favorite. We got to feed them."

"So then let's go see the giraffes."

***Brendon***

Brendon blinked hard, he blinked so hard he thought he was going to go blind. His head hit the headboard hard too, and he looked back at Mikey. He was panting, sweating and his eyes were dilated. This high was intense. Their bodies were in sync and he's pretty sure Mikey's thinking the same thing. He could feel his orgasm in the pit of his stomach, nearing, so close. So...

"Fuck. Fuck."

"Shit! I swear being high makes you feel so much fucking tighter Brendolin baby."

Mikey dug his fingers into Brendon's hips pushing hard on purpose to leave those possessive marks that he loves so much. He is pretty sure that 'Daddy' knows where they come from, but as long as Brendon is a good boy and fucks 'Daddy' on the regular, he does not give a shit that Mikey fucks him too.

"Fuck babe, when does 'Daddy' come home?"

Brendon let out a deep moan.

"A-ah, shit, soon. In an hour or two."

"Good, plenty of time to fuck you into the mattress."

With that Mikey grabbed Brendon's hair and pulled sharply as he yanked him into a sitting position. He wrapped an arm around Brendon's waist and fucked into him hard. The sound of his thighs slapping against Brendon's ass, is music to his ears.

"Ah ah ah Bren fuck close so close."

Mikey pulled out of Brendon and forced their cocks together in his fist. He stroked them both until both came with a scream shooting spurts of cum up to coat Brendon's chest. Brendon collapsed forward as Mikey managed to keep his position. Brendon breathed unevenly, hard and shaky. He was in a state of pure bliss and ecstasy. The drug helped make it all one hundred times better.

"*pant*Mikey*pant*"

Brendon forced himself to sit upright.

"We need to figure out a way to make your brother suffer."

"Oh don’t worry baby, I have that all worked out. Stany tells me that Frank's birthday is on Halloween and knowing that sappy piece of shit, he will throw a party for him with Spincters help. Little does he know we are going to crash that shit and fuck it all up!"

Brendon tried to show enthusiasm for the idea, but he had been fucked so good that he was trying hard not to pass out.

"Shhh, easy Bren, get some sleep. I will clean up this mess."

Brendon smiled weakly and fell back onto bed.

"Okay, sounds good."

***Mikey***

Mikey waited till Brendon was sleeping peacefully before he got up and cleaned up the chemistry set. He washed everything out in the bathroom sink and put it all away. He slipped on one of 'Daddy's' button down shirts and padded downstairs to the kitchen for a drink. Mikey pulled down a snifter and filled it up with some cognac. He swirled the glass as he leaned on the island in the kitchen. He thought about what he had planned for his brother and it made him smile. He remembered the kiss that he shared with Frank and he licked his lips. He would have loved to push into it further. He finished off the drink and placed the glass on the island. He felt someone come up behind him and brush the shirt aside to massage his still bare ass. He felt his cheeks parted and two fingers pressed into his opening. He pushed back on the intrusion and began to fuck himself on the two digits. Not long after a third one is added, and he groaned and rested his head on the counter. Then the fingers were removed only to be replaced by a plump hard cock. Mikey moaned as it was pushed all the way in with one stroke. Lips kissed his clothed back and made a trail to his exposed neck. More kisses were planted that led up to his ear. A voice whispered into it along with the warm breath carrying it.

"Hello My Mikey."

Mikey smiled and turned his head.

"Welcome home Daddy"

***Gerard***

The zoo was even better than Gerard remembered. Just as they planned they saw the giraffes first, and then moved on to the other animals and even got quite a few things from the gift shops they visited. Things for Kat and Kody, well mainly Kat. They stayed till the place closed and by the time they left Gerard was feeling sleepy. As they hopped into the car, Frank kissed Gerard on the cheek.

"Did you have a good time baby?"

"The best! The giraffes were my favorite again, but his time it was more fun actually."

A lot more fun actually. The last time he'd gone to the zoo the baby took up most of his time. He had to feed her, change her, and hold her as they walked around. It was also kind of a bummer because the eldest got bored and complained constantly. It also didn't help that his husband at the time was glued to his side, his arm tight around Gerard's waist. He'd always do that when they were out on family trips. It was his way in marking his territory.

"How about you? I didn't wear you out with all that walking, did I?"

"No not at all. I spend so much time in the office or in business meetings that this was a welcome change for me."

"Oh! That's good then."

He adverted his eyes towards the gift bags and stared at the one Frank didn't let him touch. He noticed Frank caught him staring so he broke his gaze and sighed.

"I'm kinda tired..."

"Louis, I need to make one stop before we get home. Mrs. Iero will be staying in the car and resting."

"Yes Sir, no problem."

"Where are you going?"

"It's a surprise, relax Geebear."

Gerard did as he was told and laid back in his seat again, wrapping his arm around Frank's.

"What kind if surprise?"

He yawned, staring out the window.

"You will see later on, now just hush and get some sleep."

Pouting, Gerard rested his head on Frank’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Fine..."

He murmured as the comfort of his husband and the motion of the car caused him to drift off almost immediately.

***Frank***

Frank watched as Gerard drifted off. He was glad that he could make him so happy, but at the same time he was still dwelling on the incident at lunch. He realized that Gerard had not been honest with him and went into ‘Housewife mode’ as Frank liked to call it. Gerard still did not understand that Frank was different from them all, but was he really? After what he made Gerard do… made? Maybe Gerard did not want to go into the bathroom like that. Maybe he did it out of fear of punishment? Frank was so confused now. He was contemplating this when he looked out the window and a store peaked his interest. It was not his original destination, but he decided to add it to his itinerary. He spoke through the intercom so as not to wake Gerard by shouting.

”Louis, please stop here.”

”Yes Sir, Mr. Iero.”

Louis parked the limo and got out to let Frank out. It was a tired habit and one that Frank never got used to, but he had too much on his mind to complain about it. He stepped out of the car and fixed his suit.

”This is not the stop I wanted to make Louis, but I think I need to as well.”

”I understand Sir, I will be waiting.”

”Louis, please, Frank is fine.”

”Sorry Sss, Frank, you know habits.”

”You’re a good man Louis, now please watch my wife while I take care of this business. Oh and the other store is just down the road so I think I will walk it.”

”Very good Frank.”

Frank chuckled and patted Louis on the shoulder and told him what store to drive down to. Louis winked at him and then got back into the car. Frank stepped on the sidewalk and walked through the revolving doors of the store in front of him.

”Good afternoon Sir, Welcome to BVLGARI, how may we be of assistance?”

”I am looking for a necklace for my wife. She has a love of animals.”

”Very good Sir, would you like to see our…”

Frank stops the oily salesman from going any further by flashing the black AMEX. Quickly he drops the charade and shows Frank to the right location. Within moments, Frank has his prize wrapped up in a famous gold embossed black box. He made his way out of the store and then walked another block till he stopped in front of his original destination. He opened the door and was greeted by a tall leggy blonde. She smiled at him and bent down a bit showing her ample cleavage to him.

”Welcome to La Perla, how may I be of service to you Sir?”

Frank smiled, it was pathetic how this woman was throwing herself at him. He smiled back brightly.

”Yes, I am looking for a gift for my wife.”

”Oh, your wife? Well what size is she?”

”He’s about a medium.”

”Excuse me Sir? Did you say he?”

Frank smirked at the look that she gave him. He was expecting this. Again he pulled out the black Amex.

”Is there a problem?”

He watched her eye’s grow wide as she saw the card in his hand. She even licked her lips. Frank had often wondered if this establishment had their sales reps work on commission. After seeing her reaction, he now had no doubt of this. Considering that he was about to purchase an outfit for over four hundred dollars that only he... and maybe Spencer would appreciate, he could now see that the woman was regretting her original greeting.

”No Sir, not at all Mr…?”

”Iero.”

”As in?”

”Yes, the same. Now about my wife’s gift. Something in red perhaps.”

*

”Everything work out all right Frank?”

”Yes Louis, better than I expected.”

The trip home was quiet. As soon as they arrived, Louis helped lift Gerard out of the car and then place him in Frank’s arms as he opened the front door for him. Frank carried him through the house and up the stairs. He went to their bedroom and carefully placed him on the bed. He then turned and took the bags from Louis, who followed him the whole way, and placed them in the closet out of sight. Taking one last look at his wife, he left the room to start preparing dinner.

***Mikey***

Mikey was relaxing in his private bath. He had honey and milk in the water that kept his skin smooth and supple. He knows that it is what keeps the men like Daddy coming back. He revels the fact that he can still feel the stretch of Daddy’s cock in his ass and he sinks further into the milky water. The only thing that keeps ruining his moment are his thoughts of his brother. God how he hates him. It is a hatred that has been brewing for years now. Mikey knows that he will never be happy unless Gerard is broken or dead. Either one is fine as long as he is no longer a problem for Mikey. Mikey reaches out and picks up the roach clip. He takes in the last of the joint and holds it deep into his lungs before allowing the toxic smoke to expel from his chest. He giggles when he thinks about what he has planned for Gerard.

”Poor Gee, you have no fucking idea what happened to your marriages do you?”

Mikey’s high is so far gone that he is talking to mist that swirls in front of him from the hot water in the vessal.

”I know what happened to them though. *giggle* I fucked them. *giggle* Yup, all of them, well not your first of course, but then again, his son got to you didn’t he? Poor poor Gee, now you know what it feels like to be raped. I had to endure that shit from our uncle after you left! Did you give a shit?! NO! OF COURSE NOT! You were off finding yourself or some crap! Well now who has the upper hand huh?! Who is the best fucking Housewife there ever was?! ME! LITTLE MIKEY WAY, THAT’S WHO! *giggle* I will wreck this marriage for you just like all the others. I am glad that you fucked up the one before that though. I really did not want to fuck that sleaze bag. Ick, I have standards too you know.”

Mikey finishes his tirade and presses the button on the intercom.

”Mmmm, hey Johnny, I am done here.”

”Yes Mrs. Claymore, be right there.”

Mikey bristled as the intercom closed. He waited till the door opened and his personal servant walked in with a towel and his robe.

”Now Johnny, what did I tell you?”

”Sorry Mikey, I had company.”

Mikey stood up and let the hazy water fall off him. Johnny walked up to him and wrapped him in a fluffy towel. He pressed into his chest. Johnny grunted with the weight pushing him slightly off balance.

”You’re high.”

”*giggle* And you’re hot.”

”Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Johnny scooped Mikey up in his arms and lifted him out of the tub. He carried him from the bathroom to his bedroom. He laid him on the bed and went to fetch the robe. When he returned Mikey was uncovered and leaning on his elbows looking at him. He crooked a finger towards him. Johnny sighed and came forward. Mikey grabbed his uniform and pulled him down into a kiss. Johnny grabbed his waist and turned them so that Mikey was on top. Mikey pulled away and stretched his arms above his head preening for his servant. Johnny ran his hands against the soft skin of his chest.

”It always amazes me what those milk bathes do for your skin.”

”Mmmm, if you like it, keep touching me. I’m soft all over… well not all over.”

”I can see that baby.”

”Uhhh, love when you call me that Johnny. Come on, fuck me please.”

”Too much baby, too much.”

Johnny pushed Mikey off of him and instead shoved him into the bed face first. He held his head down with one hand and Mikey listened as he used the other hand to open his uniform. With no warning, his ass was invaded by Johnny’s hard cock.

”Oh fuck yes!”

”Quiet you fucking slut!”

Johnny gripped his hair as he slammed into Mikey with lightning speed. It was hard, fast, and dirty, and Mikey loved it. Johnny aimed for his prostate once he found it and brutalized the muscle. Mikey cried out as the tears poured from his eyes and then the cum sprayed from his cock. Johnny began to stutter his movement and then was cumming hard in him. He fucked into him a few more times and then pulled out. He grabbed the towel that was around Mikey and wiped himself off as Mikey collapsed on the bed in a heap of sweat.

”Come on, get dressed, the old man is waiting for you.”

”*pant* Yeah Johnny, sure.”

Johnny went to his wardrobe a pulled out a simple evening dress for him. Mikey looked at it and sighed. It was Monday after all. He pushed up and wiped himself off with the towel. He pulled on the corset that gave his body more shape and defined his hipbones. He then allowed the dress to be slipped over his slender frame. Johnny cinched up the back and with a quick kiss on his shoulder headed for the door.

”I will let him know that you are on your way.”

”Thank you Johnny.”

”Anytime Mrs. Claymore.”

Johnny bows as a maid walks by and he closes the door. Mikey sits at the vanity and quickly brushes his hair. He then begins applying his makeup. He sighs at his reflection an stands up. He moves to the full length and makes sure he looks presentable.

”Okay Mikey Claymore, time to shine.”

***Gerard***

Gerard lifted his head up slowly from a pillow and opened his eyes. He looked around and noticed he was in Frank’s and his bedroom. Questions started to run through his mind... 'How long have I been asleep? Where's Frank? And what's that amazing smell?'. He sniffed the air as the last question lingered in his thoughts. Well, whatever it was it was making him hungry. He sat up out of bed and ran his fingers through his hair as he examined the time. Fuck! He'd been asleep for a few hours! Where the hell was Frank?

"Frank?"

"He just hurried down stairs Mrs. Iero. I believe he was muttering something about garlic and burning."

Charlie's voice was muffled as he rummaged around in the upstairs linen closet. Gerard scratched the side of his head in confusion.

"Is he... cooking?"

That didn't sound right to him. Why would Frank be cooking?

"He is indeed Mrs. Iero. Actually Master Iero is an exceptional cook. When the former Mrs. Iero would forget to make the children dinner, he would often do it after he got home from work late at night. The children ate way after the hour of ten, but they still ate and it was healthy and well."

Charlie continued to rummage for something until he claimed to found it and pulled his head out of the closet. In his possession was a small pink satin pillow. Gerard, stepping out of the bedroom completely glanced at Charlie and then continued to go downstairs to check on Frank.

"Ah fuck shit, Goddamn it!"

Gerard stepped into the kitchen and let out a loud laugh. There was a huge mess all over the counters and too much was going on the stove.

"Sweetie, what is this?"

He let the aroma invade his nostrils. Whatever it was he was, err, making smelled good at least.

"Fuck Gee, uh hi, I um and the stove, fire with the... why don't you go sit down at the table, and yeah."

Gerard sat down obediently, but still continued to laugh as Frank ran around like a chicken without its head.

"Watcha makin?"

Gerard nodded slowly, getting out of his seat and went through the cupboards for plates and silverware. He peeked a glance at his husband and noticed the look of frustration all over his face.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, fine just um... yeah."

Gerard closed the cabinet, and started for the dining room. After Gerard sets the table he peeks through the crack of the dining room door and sneaks a peek at Frank. He looks less stressed, he's calmer now. Gerard sighed and moved away from the door and took a seat at the dining table.

"All right, here we go my love, first course."

Frank brings out a tureen of soup. When he opens the top, there is the sensual scent of wild mushrooms and shallots that wafts through the air. He carefully ladled the soup into a bowl and then sat the tureen in the middle of the table.

"Please enjoy baby."

Gerard took a sip from his soup and smiled after it slid down his throat. Not because of how good it was, no, he smiled because he'd never been treated like this before. Not one of his other husbands ever made him dinner or served him food for that matter. He felt equal to Frank in that moment.

"I take it that you are enjoying it from the silence I am experiencing."

Gerard snapped out of his deep thought.

"Yeah, I love it, thank you."

"Well baby, I have more where that came from."

Frank smirked as he cleared the table of the tureen, letting Gerard finish his soup. With a quick kiss on Gerard's cheek he sauntered into the kitchen and disappeared behind the door. Gerard sipped on his soup some more, licking his lips and smiling at Frank. The soup was fucking perfection. Frank returned carrying a silver platter with a domed lid. He placed it in the center of the table and lifted the lid. On the platter was a perfectly cooked tuna steak. Roasted vegetables adorned the platter. Frank sliced off a piece and placed it on a plate in front of Gerard along with the roasted veggies. Gerard looked surprised to see the seafood.

"I only eat fish on very rare occasions. I know that tuna has good properties for health so i allow myself a cheat here and there. I soaked this one in bourbon while you were sleeping. It will have the taste without the alcohol."

Gerard clasped his hands and rubbed them together.

"Ooh! Smells amazing!"

He looked over the food and his mouth watered slightly.

"I still can't believe you did all this!"

"I am good for more than bringing in a buck you know."

Gerard did not wait for Frank to finish serving him. He dove right into the perfectly cooked fish and the warm veggies. They melted in his mouth. Frank smiled and dove into his plate too. They were just about done when Gerard got a look over his face. Frank looked up and questioned.

”What’s so funny?”

”Nothing, I was just thinking about what you said before.

”What? That I am good for more than just bringing in a buck?”

"... And a fuck?"

Gerard stifled a giggle, resting his hand on Frank’s thigh squeezing it lightly.

"Well, I would hope so."

Frank smirked as he finished his food. He wiped his mouth on the napkin and maneuvered in a way that made Gerard's hand slide inward so that he felt that he was getting hard.

"One more course to go. Dessert of course"

Gerard pushed his hand against Frank harder and smirked.

"What's for dessert?"

"Something very special Geebear."

***Frank***

Frank moved into the kitchen one last time and came out with a delicate silver tray with two crystal stemmed glasses, both containing a perfectly whipped chocolate mousse. On the tray was a black box. Frank took one of the stemmed glasses off the tray and placed it in front of his seat. He then brought the tray with the black box and glass over and presented it to Gerard. Gerard stared as Frank placed the stemmed dessert in front of him and then the black box. Gerard’s hands shook a bit when he opened the box. Frank saw that he recognized the name of the jewelry store. BVLGAIR was a very high end establishment. Gerard opened the box and gasped. Inside was a charm on a delicate white gold chain. The charm was two giraffes with their necks intertwined peppered with black and white diamonds.

"Frank..."

Gerard carefully picked up the necklace and held it against his palm delicately.

"This is beautiful."

He looked over the detail and ran his thumb across it.

"Baby, I noticed how you were looking at the giraffes this afternoon and I could tell that they were your favorite. You are my favorite now and forever and I wanted to show that to you."

Frank stood behind Gerard's chair and took the necklace from Gerard. He opened the delicate clasp and placed it around his neck. He closed the clasp and kissed his neck lightly.

"I have one more gift for you, but it is upstairs."

Gerard shivered against Frank’s kiss and craned his neck to look him in his eyes.

"Thank you so much, Frankie. I love it."

Frank offered his hand to Gerard as he helped him out of his seat. He walked him to the stairs and kept hold of his hand as they ascended to the second floor. Frank led Gerard into the bedroom and sat him down on the edge of the bed. He went in the closet and pulled out the bag that Gerard was not allowed to touch earlier. Frank pulled a small bag out with La Perla written on it as well as the larger bag from earlier and held both in front of Gerard. Once again he saw how Gerard’s eyes went wide at the name on the bag. He really loved spoiling the man.

"Well my love, I have two other things for you. One item is sweet and fluffy and the other one is sexy and dangerous... well with me in the same room it is, so which would you like first?"

Gerard hummed, twirling a finger in his hair daintily.

"How... 'Bout..."

He paused and adverted his eyes to the side in thought. Frank knew that he was being a tease on purpose.

"Sssss-weet and fluffy."

Fuck did he really just do that? There was nothing sweet about that remark and it did everything to tighten Frank's pants. Still, Gerard would regret those words when he saw what Frank had for him.

"Okay baby, then this bag is first."

Gerard pulled open the bag and dug through the tissue paper covering whatever was inside. He found himself staring at a stuffed otter and he broke into a toothy grin.

"Frank... I... it's perfect."

He squeezed the toy and gently and rubbed his fingers across its body.

"I saw you looking at the stuffed animals in the gift shop and you lingered on this one. I texted Louis and had him get it when we went to our last exhibit."

Frank loved the innocence that was seeping from his wife. It was nice to know that they did not take it all away. Some innocence is really needed in a good relationship and Frank was counting on a simple gift like this to bring it out. With that thought though, his mind turned to more deviant ideas as he handed Gerard the white bag.

"While fluff and sweetness are something that I love about you Gee, I also love your sexy side that makes me want to pin you to the wall and fuck you blind."

Frank smirked as he watched him react to what he just said. Gerard pulled the box out of the bag and placed the bag on the floor. He then opened the box and sifted through the pink and white tissue paper. He pulled the piece of red and black material out gently. He passed Frank the empty box with a smile on his face and then held up the gift. He stared over it with curious eyes and then stopped on the tag. A woman was modelling the lingerie. He then looked to Frank and smirked, removing the tag and dropped it in Frank’s free hand.

"Think I'll look better posing in this gown?"

Gerard asked Frank with his brow arched mischievously.

"Hmmm, I don't know Gee, she is pretty hot, I mean legs that go on forever and that rack, could give you a run for your money you know."

Frank loved the look on his wife’s face when he said this. He knew he would be in for the ride, oh fuck yes please, of his life taunting Gerard like this, but it was too easy and well... so was he at times.

"Oh really?"

He turned around and started for the bathroom, the outfit draped over his shoulders.

"Where are you going Gee?"

Gerard hummed a tune and made his way into the bathroom. He closed the door and didn’t bother to answer Frank. Frank got concerned that he had hurt Gerard’s feelings. He could hear rustling inside the room.

"Gee, come on I was just..."

Frank lost whatever words were in his mouth when the door opened. Gerard was standing there in the same pose as the girl on the tag. His arms were held down to his sides loosely and his stance was slightly jutted out. It did not matter that he did not have breasts because Frank's attention was on the perfectly sized little red and black embroidered shorts that were cradling Gerard's cock in their soft embrace. Frank gulped audibly. He honestly did not think that Gerard was going to look this good.

"Fuck, Gee I... fuck."

Gerard dropped the pose and grabbed Frank by his shirt and pushed him on the bed.

"I know you were kidding..."

He whispered, climbing onto Frank’s lap and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

"but... I knew you really wanted to see me like this... right now."

He kissed a trail up his husband’s jaw and giggled when he felt Frank’s hard cock, through his jeans, press against his ass. Frank grabbed onto Gerard's hips and pulled him down against his hard, and getting harder by the second, cock. He ran his hands up under the chemise and caressed Gerard's pale chest. He mouthed against his silk covered nipples, adding the friction of the fabric to the administration of his teeth.

"Fuck baby, you look better than that slut on the tag. I knew you would too. God, you look fucking amazing."

Frank reached up under the top and ran his nails down Gerard's back. He arched into it enough for Frank to slip his hand between them and begin caressing Gerard through the satin shorts. Gerard's mouth hung open, his jaw slack. He blinked and let out a soft, smooth moan as he spread his legs apart.

"P-Please... inside, I need you inside me."

Frank quickly undid his belt and after opening his pants, slid them down to his thighs. He felt the material of Gerard's outfit brush against his swollen cock and he groaned. He reached over to grab the lube on the nightstand, but he was just a little too short. Well fuck.

"Fuck Gee, I can’t reach it."

Gerard stifled out a laugh and reached over and grabbed the lube. He passed it to Frank with a smirk.

"I bet your cock could've reached it for you."

Frank could not help but laugh at the remark. It was nothing like what he experienced with Greta. A simple situation like this would have ruined the moment and started a fight. With Gerard, it felt natural and comfortable. Frank had not felt that in a long time with anyone other than Pete and well, he did not really count.

"Baby, if my cock was as long as my arm, you would not be able to walk for months instead of days after I was through fucking you."

He watched Gerard chuckle at this as well as blush as he squirted the lube onto his fingers and worked his other hand into his shorts, pulling the material tight against his cock on purpose. Gerard let out a moan and bucked against it and Frank took the opportunity to slide his lubed fingers in between the fabric and his wife's ass cheeks. He brushed against the opening and teased the outside a little then he pressed both fingers in at the same time, knowing Gerard liked it that way. Gerard's body melted against the mattress as Frank's fingers worked their magic. Soon he'd feel the spot. He knew where all of Gerard's weak spots were. He knew too well.

"Ahhh!"

Gerard gasped, bucking down on Frank’s digits.

"Oh, fuuuckkk!"

Frank smiled as he felt Gerard grind down on his fingers harder making Gerard a writhing mess above him.

"You look so fucking beautiful right now coming apart like that. Now I want you to fucking ride me baby."

Gerard snapped out of his haze and nodded. He bit down on his bottom lip. Frank could see that he wanted to be in charge right now. He wanted to pin his husband to the mattress and take all of him, hard, fast and so fucking rough. Frank watched as Gerard pulled away from his fingers and hovered over his cock. He stroked it a few times and made Frank buck up into his hands. Gerard laughed a bit and then positioned himself perfectly over and in one swift motion dropped down, taking the entire shaft in.

"Fucking hell Gerard!"

Gerard sat up straight and planted his hands on Frank’s chest. He apparently aimed perfectly in the first try.

"Babe, oh, god, you're on my spot."

He mewled, tossing his head back in ecstasy. He clenched his jaw and ground his teeth as he leaned forward and rose up from Frank’s lap and then sunk down, smoothly. Frank thrusted up just as Gerard came down and they both moaned out in unison. Frank knew that this was the perfect position to graze and tease Gerard. He wiggled around until every stroke was just casually brushing his prostate without hitting it full on. He knew that Gerard would not last long with this kind of teasing, but honestly, he was not going to either. Gerard was tight and warm around his cock and all he wanted to do was fill his wife up right now.

"Ah ah ah, not gonna, fuck, last much *pant* longer Gee."

***Gerard***

Gerard was a wreck by now. He was starting to slump forward on his husband as he reached closer to climax. That bubbling sensation in his gut was starting to sprout throughout his entire body. It was just like a trip, the best trip of his life. He needed more though. Gerard urgently hopped off of Frank’s lap and climbed on the bed with his chest on the mattress and his ass in the air, pointing in Frank’s direction. He didn't say a word. He just craned his neck and looked at Frank with lustful eyes. Well, now if that was not an invitation, Frank would not know what was. He sat up and shed the rest of his pants and his shirt. He crawled behind Gerard and smoothed his hands over his ass feeling the material of the shorts as he went. Not surprisingly they were soaked in the center. He pulled on them again and heard Gerard cry out as the soft material restricted his cock again. He then slowly peeled them off of him, casting them aside. Frank spread Gerard's cheeks and Gerard saw that he was looking at him with amazement, well his ass anyway. Gerard was about to say something when instead of positioning himself to push inside Frank sunk his tongue into it and began to fuck him that way. Gerard pressed his face into the bed and let out a wrecked moan. Frank knew exactly how to make him lose his mind. He hadn't expected that kind of attention this round. He expected a cock in his ass, thrusting in and out for five minutes until they both reached climax. But Frank knew his stuff. He had patience and self-control, and that was such a fucking turn on for Gerard. Frank decided that it was his mission to make Gerard cum like this. He slipped a finger inside next to his tongue aiming for that magic spot. He knew he hit it when Gerard bit down on the pillow and actually fucking ripped it with his teeth. Gerard could feel Frank smile as feathers out of the corner of his eye float down next to his hand. The now ruined pillow was all Gerard had to grip onto for dear life. He squeezed it every time Frank hit his prostate. He was close. One more tap to it and he's gone. His hips stutter against the pressure and his vision begins to white out. And even when he's done cumming Frank milks that spot with his tongue right beside his finger up until Gerard's body fully collapses on the bed.

***Frank***

Frank smiled at the pliant pile of goo that was his wife on the bed. Now quickly, he rolls Gerard over and hitches his legs around his waist and pushed back inside. Despite the tongue bath he just received, Gerard is still tight and Frank revels in it. He is gripping the younger man’s hips as he slides in and out at a pace that is just this side of torture for him. Gerard moans under him, but can hardly do anything else. He bends forward and bites his collarbone and he increases his movements. Frank decided that instead of cumming in him, he wants Gerard to swallow him. The closer he gets, the better this idea seems.

"*pant pant* Gee, fuck I need your mouth, please God, your fucking mouth."

Frank does a few more good thrusts, purposefully on Gerard's prostate and then pulls out and leans back on his heels watching Gerard scramble up off his back and quickly swallow him down.

”Mmmm, perfect baby, just like always. Oh fuck, Gee, that's my good girl, oh yeah, feels so fucking good when you do that with your tongue."

Frank’s hands grip his hair and he moans as he does. A deep, guttural moan and his load comes following behind it. Frank arches his back and forces Gerard to stay there and take everything. He is not worried that Gerard will feel forced because this is not the first time this has happened, and Gerard confessed to him that he likes it rough at times. Once he is spent he pulls Gerard into his lap and quickly jerks off his re-hardened cock. In no time Gerard comes again spilling over his hand. He reaches up and pushes two fingers into Gerard's mouth ordering him to suck them clean. Then he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue. They kiss for a while with passion reserved for couples that have just started out their life together. Frank hugged Gerard fiercely to his body, before pulling him down the covers and snuggling them both in. He reached out and grabbed the stuffed otter and handed it to Gerard. He watched as Gerard nuzzled it like a little child would. He reached up and lightly kissed him and they snuggled in for the night.

"I love you Geebear."

”I love you too Frankiekins.”

***Mikey***

”Mmmm, I think I am going to turn in sweetheart.”

”Are you sure you won’t have another brandy with me?”

”No love, I am fatigued. I had a long day, and of course Brendon wore me out again with his energy.”

”You two together, I swear.”

Mikey leaned in to kiss his husband on his head. He moved gracefully out of the lounge and toward the stairs.

”Oh Michael?”

”Yes Stanley?”

”Will you be joining me tonight?”

”Of course, if that is what you wish.”

”I would like very much to have your company if for nothing, but to hold you.”

”I think even in my current state, I can accommodate that. I am just going to get changed and I will meet you in the bedroom.”

”Thank you, I shall be up momentarily. I have a few phone calls to make.”

”All right sweetheart, don’t be too long, you know you need to take your blood pressure meds.”

”Michael my love, what would I do without you to take care of me? Perhaps I would just die of a broken heart.”

”Perhaps love, perhaps.”

Notes

A little point of view change up for this chapter. We had a glimpse into the life of Mikey and learn more about why he has such a hatred for his brother. Did it surprise you? On the other side, Frank and Gerard spend the same day on a date. Their first since they got married. It was sweet with a few surprises and of course the one thing you guys always expect with these two. That's right, the use of the word fuck a lot. Oh wait, you were expecting something else? ^0^

Okay, so a few things about this chapter:
The restaurant that they go to is real. Both ***Digdeepenough *** and I enjoy going to this place and we only wish that we could make it sound as amazing as it really is. That being said, we know the people that work there, their mannerisms and language patterns. We are not making fun of anyone and I am also of Asian descent so if anyone has a gripe about that scene please direct it at me only.

Neither of us has much knowledge in drug making or use other than movies and school learning so please be kind about it.

Finally Hana Awaka is ***Trixgrl's*** favorite sake, so this chapter is dedicated to her.
Much love to my partner in crime ***Digdeepenough***. We busted our asses on this and had a blast with the role playing. ^-^

Please enjoy and of course let us know what you thought. ^-^