Golden Days

Mikey Way woke the next day, curled up next to Ray, in the middle of his floor. He sat up groaning and shoved Ray off his shoulder. His back was sore and he had woken with a craving for cereal. All in all, it was a shit start to the day “Ray, get up… jeeze” Mikey grumbled and Ray sat up, blinking sleep out of his eyes.

“Whats the time Mikes?” Ray asked, looking around in an almost bewildered expression “Also… next time we have a heart to heart, can we do it on the sofa or something? Or you get fucking carpet and not goddamned wooden floors” He rubbed his shoulder and winced. Mikey’s face broke out in a wild smile and scooted back against the bed to support his back. Ray did the same, yawning.

“Like… half 9? Can you do me a huge favour and take Frank out to get clothes please?” Mikey replied checking his watch and Ray nodded in response, glad to help Mikey or Frank. His mind was slowly slipping back into gear. Mikey pulled himself up to stand, brushing down his crumpled suit “I’m gonna take a bath man, I smell like you on a good day” Ray rolled his eyes as his friend left the room. Mikey made his way down the hall, taking a short detour to Frank’s room. He knocked the door and pushed open the door, flipping the light switch.
The lights in the room flickered on and there were groans from the bed. A disgruntled looking Gerard sat up, his clothes in a worst state than Mikey’s suit. There was a stirring beside Gerard and a sleepy Frank raised his head up, pulling the covers up under his chin as he shuffled up into a sitting position.

“Morning Gerard, Frank” Mikey said, he raised a well arched eyebrow as he surveyed the scene, his voice was as incredulous as Michael Way could get, his voice veering slightly off a monotone “Gerard, take a shower, get dressed and… can you please take Frank to Ray?”

“Why’s that Michael?” Gerard asked, a little protective of the boy beside him. He slipped an arm around Frank’s waist and pulled the slightly scared boy closer to him in a comforting way. Frank felt comfortable next to Gerard, but he was still scared. Bob Bryar had did this to him… made him feel safe then abused him.

“Frank needs clothes that are a suitable size for him, despite your delusions! Frank literally is wearing my old jumper that I haven’t wore for a just over week and your old jeans, he needs a nice day out with Ray to get something that fits” Mikey folded his arms and stared down his brother. Gerard chuckled, relieving the tension in the room.

“Okay kiddo” He said lovingly to his little brother who rolled his eyes and exited the room, heading to a shower. Gerard let go of Frank and pushed himself off of the bed. Frank followed him, skittering off the bed like a lost puppy “Morning Frankie” Gerard ruffled Frank’s hair and pulled him into a hug. The younger boy tensed before relaxing into the warm hug. Gerard noticed, and made a concerned ‘hm’ noise.

“Good morning Gee” Frank mumbled back, looking up through his eyelashes at Gerard. To Frank, Gerard was very beautiful… he also seemed dangerous to the boy he had bought out of an almost civic-like duty. Frank had to remind himself that Gerard had stayed with him the whole night and made no advances towards him.

“I’m going to run and get you something to wear sweetie pie, okay?” Gerard whispered softly, pulling away from Frank.

Iero nodded, and Gerard trotted out the room, humming to himself. Frank moved to look in the mirror, pulling the sleeves of his jumper down over his hands. He looked himself in the eyes, taking deep breaths. His stomach twisted as the jumper’s neck dipped low, pulling his t-shirt with it, enough to see his collar bone and a long red scratch that ran from his visible collarbone down his body to his stomach where it crisscrossed with many other marks. He blinked, trying to shake off the self-loathing he felt. He pulled up the edge of his jumper and t-shirt surveying the marks that were healing okay, despite their burning redness.

There was a gasp from behind him and Frank jumped, shoving his jumper down. He spun on his heel, coming face to face with Gerard holding a bundle of clothes in his arms. Frank paled and stepped back “N-not what… n-ot”

“He’s going to fucking burn, I swear to god Frankie, he’s going to burn” Gerard hissed, his jaw set. He placed down the clothes on the bed. Frank was goddamn terrified of the look in his eyes, an anger he just couldn’t avoid. He took one look at Frank and his expression changed to one of concern “Frankie… sweetie… come here” Frank’s legs moved without his consent, he was on auto-pilot. Gerard softly pushed Franks jumper up, exposing scarred skin and hot red scratches on his pale skin “Oh honey…”

Frank could hardly breath as Gerard exposed the history of violence on his body. Frank wanted to run as fast as he could away from Gerard, but he was so careful as he touched the skin softly, Frank didn’t want to.

"Gerard… Please” Frank whined. Gerard immediately pulled away, making sure Frank was okay. His jumper fell back down over his stomach and Frank fell straight into Gerard’s arms “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry” he repeated every second, tears running down his face.

“shh… shh… sh…” Gerard mumbled, holding him as close as he could without constricting his breathing “It’s okay sweetie… it’s okay, I’m here now, you have nothing to be sorry for” Gerard’s hand stroked through Frank’s soft hair. Gerard sat down on the bed, pulling Frank onto his lap, burying his face in the younger’s hair. Frank sat up, sniffing, his eyes red. Gerard kept his arms wrapped tightly around Frank.

“Frankie you need to get dressed baby, Mikey and I have business to take care of today and Ray promised to take good care of you… okay?” Gerard looked at Frank through new eyes, full of love and caring, a sight that was alien to Frank. Carefully Gerard helped Frank off his lap.

“Gerard please don’t leave me” Frank begged with large eyes. His fingers caught onto Gerard’s hoping for him to stay.

“I can’t… Frankie, Mikey and I are gonna fix this all baby, I promise Ray will take care of you” Gerard sighed “I want to stay, I really do… If I stay Mikey will kill me, you’ll be okay sweetie Brendon and Ray will be there and they’ll make sure you don’t get into any trouble” He added a smile at the end, Frank returned it with a small smile of his own.

“Don’t tell anyone about...” Frank bit his lip. Gerard nodded and Frank let go of his hand with one last longing squeeze. Gerard tentatively leaned down and placed a fleeting kiss on the top of Frank’s forehead, soft and gone all too quickly. Frank blushed as Gerard disappeared out of the room. He got dressed quickly, thankful that Gerard consistently brought him sweatshirts.

There was a knock at his door and a well-rested Ray poked his head in.

“The idiot poked his head in to say you’re ready?” He asked, grinning madly. Ray’s positive energy was already sweeping away every thought in one motion, it was addictive “I’ll be in the hall, Mikes gave me permission to take you for some food first then shopping, Bren’s bringing the car around front” He ducked back out. Frank smiled, Gerard was right, Ray Toro would take good care of him.

He straightened his jumper in the mirror and emerged into the hall. Ray fell into step beside him and led him down the hall towards the large staircase. Ray rapped on the door appointed as Mikey’s, shrugging to Frank.

“Mikey! Gerard! Frank and I are leaving!” Ray called.

“Be good!” Answered a muffled voice, Mikey’s definitely.

“Take care of Frankie!” Answered Gerard. Frank blushed and Ray punched his arm good naturedly. They both made their way out the house, down to the parked car. Brendon popped out from behind the car, waving to the both of them. Ray was in a great mood. Brendon was in a cheery mood and Frank… was doing moderately well. He was sure today would lighten his mood, solely because of the company he was with.

“Morning gentlemen… breakfast first, shopping later?” asked Brendon holding open the back door. Ray nodded his agreement. Frank hopped in the back and Brendon shut the door behind him, whilst Ray took the front seat. Brendon climbed in the front “Any dietary requirements or can we just go to the pancake place?”

“I’m vegetarian” Frank offered from the back seat. Ray turned his head with a quizzical look “Animals deserve rights too”

“Got it man… pancake place is cool Brendon!”

Notes

So, The Young Veins are amazing, so it only fair to title it 'Dangerous Blues' as no other title could fit.
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