He's Not Dead, He Only Looks that Way.

Frank didn’t know how long it’s been since he’s been trapped with Brendon. He’s always watching Brendon make small comments about the intense violence happening on the “screen”. Every now and then, Brendon would have guests whom Frank wasn’t aloud to speak to. It was clear that Brendon’s guests were sex slaves or innocent souls he just tortured for fun.

Frank would have his back turned to the men and women who rode Brendon's dick while Brendon smoked a cigar and relaxed on his throne. It was uncomfortable each time it happened-which was very often. As for the torture, Brendon would sometimes force Frank to commit acts on the men and women who were strapped against the hard tables. When Frank would refuse, Brendon would roll his eyes, “How difficult can it be?” He snatched the blade from Frank’s hand and slashed it across the woman’s stomach, “It’s easy peasy,” The brunette haired woman slurred and coughed blood violently.

Frank murmured, “I’m not you.”

Brendon ignored Frank’s comment and asked the woman, “Can you believe this guy?”

The woman coughed out blood. Her dark brown eyes begged for an end. His tan skin had gotten paler due from the blood she was losing and the cold cemented table she was lying on. Despite Brendon’s desperation for an answer, she was too weak to give him one.

Brendon swung his arm around Frank who sulked next to him, “She’s cute, isn’t she?”

“No one’s cute when they’re dying.” Frank replied in a monotone voice.

Brendon looked at the woman and asked, “What’s your name?”

Her eyes stared into his but her voice wasn’t able to come out. She cried out instead until Brendon cut her off by smacking her against the cheek. He rolled his eyes before swaying his wrist, healing her injuries. When the woman realized she was able to speak, she instantly replied to Brendon, “KC.”

Brendon looked at Frank, “Frank, how about you and KC spend some time together?”

“I’d rather not.” Frank replied with an emotionless expression.

“Oh, come on!” Brendon asked KC, “Isn’t he cute?”

KC nodded her head frantically, “Yes, yes, he is.”

“See?” Brendon almost cheered, “Who needs Gerard when you have a beautiful babe like KC? I think she’s about 4 years older than you but age is but a number, right?”

“Not if it’s illegal ..” Frank’s voice drifted off when he noticed severe scarring on Brendon’s collar bone. He stared and instantly looked away. He was at a loss for words.

Brendon noticed Frank’s eyes and his whole idea in the first place had changed, “KC, I think it’s time for you to go back to your hell.” He snapped his fingers and she had disappeared from the straps and table.

Frank immediately knew why he had sent her away. He kept his eyes lowered. Brendon caressed Frank’s cheek with two fingers. Brendon lightly pressed his two fingers to the side of his chin and made Frank face him, turning his head slowly. Brendon leaned in a bit and asked, “Did you see my scars?”

Frank didn’t reply. He was too distracted by how close Brendon’s nose was to his. Brendon added in, “You see, I’m basically the runt of my family. When God-dad-created my brothers and me .. he made me weaker .. and so, my brothers would often try to toughen me up by burning or cutting me.” Brendon grinned, “Too bad they didn’t know that it’d make me even more psychotic than them.” His voice softened up a bit, “You’re a good listener, Frank.”

Frank looked away from his eyes so he didn’t see Brendon lick his lips. Brendon leaned in and opened his mouth down toward Frank’s neck. Frank froze when a snakelike tongue caressed his neck. He cringed when Brendon’s tongue reached inside his ear before saying, “You’re kinda adorable now that I think about it.”

Frank’s voice weakened, “Don’t .. just .. don’t.”

Brendon formed a smile, “Sex with me isn’t as bad as it sounds when your back is turned to me .. I can prove it too.”

“No-”

Brendon swayed his wrist, causing Frank’s body to hit against the cemented table. The straps locked around Frank’s wrists and ankles. He struggled trying to get out of the straps but they only tightened more.

Brendon crawled onto Frank’s body and licked his bottom lip, “I’ll go slow,” Brendon leaned down and used his snakelike tongue to glide across Frank’s cheek. Frank cringed in disgust but didn’t say much.

Brendon felt his penis enhance. He rubbed his large bump against Frank’s thigh, making Frank’s cheeks burn hot, “S-stop.” Frank groaned. Brendon licked across Frank’s neck and bit into it softly. His eyes turned smokey white as he felt his lust increasing just by the smell of Frank. Brendon then sat up and unzipped his pants, “This is going to feel so fucking amazing-”

“Sir,”

Brendon turned around to find a woman wearing a business suit, standing underneath the door frame. Brendon aggressively shouted, “What? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

The woman bowed, “I’m sorry, sir. It’s just .. Pete is here.” She kept her head lowered as she left out the door.

Brendon paused, “My brother?” He got off the table and allowed the straps to untie Frank. Frank rubbed his aching wrists as he got off the table. He stared at Brendon who fixed his hair and pulled down the front of his jeans, “Frank, my brother and I will be having a conference in the other room. Stay here and don’t leave-understood?”

Frank nodded, “Okay.”

Brendon quickly fixed his tie before walking out the door. And of course, Frank wasn’t going to listen to him. After a few moments after Brendon left, Frank followed after him. He was actually quite sneaky. When Brendon felt like something or someone was following him, he would turn around and check but Frank was already one step ahead and hid behind a wall. Brendon was raise a brow but then continued his walking.

Finally, Brendon turned into a room with a well lit fireplace, red carpet, a white chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and brown bricked walls. He paused when he saw Pete, his brother, staring into the fire. When Pete turned around, he glared at Brendon, “Something is telling me you’re up to something, little brother.”

Brendon smiled, “Something? Oh, right. Your senses.” He rolled his eyes, “Daddy really made you special, didn’t he?” He chuckled.

Pete rolled his eyes at his brother, “Don’t call him that-he banished us, remember?”

Brendon frowned jokingly, “Does little Petey have daddy issues?”

Pete tightened his jaw, “Don’t you dare call me that ever again. You call me by my last name, you understand?”

Brendon’s serious look hid behind his sunglasses, “Sure thing, Wentz.”

Pete circled around his younger brother, “I didn’t plan on staying long. Is there something you want to tell me? Because I have this little throb in my brain that is always cringing every time I think of you.”

“You think of me, Wentz?” Brendon laughed, “How cute.”

Pete eyed his brother, “You’re pathetic. Now I know you’re hiding something. You use your fucking humor as a cover up. It’s no detective work needed.” Pete bumped his shoulder next to Brendon’s, “Don’t get out of hand, young brother. Stay in your place.” Pete walked toward the door which made Frank retreat back down the hall.

Pete paused, “I’ve even noticed a few more disappearances around town .. do you have any idea why so many people are dying these days, brother?”

Brendon grasped onto his cane in aggression, “I guess some have to die young.”

Pete smirked before leaving the room.

Brendon took in a deep breath before disappearing from the lighted room, back into his office. He spotted Frank facing toward the large glass, staring at a man who was surrounded by blood and insects. Frank muttered in disgust, “This is sick.”

Brendon smiled a bit before walking to his throne. He sat and set his cane down against his throne and admired the scene of the young soul staring at the loophole of the fears of one person.

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