Whatever It Takes

It was 10pm as I stumbled out of the cab parking in front of my home, yelling last goodbyes to William and giggling like crazy. My lips were red and wet from the long kiss we shared on the drive home, I felt dizzy and happy. I licked over my lips and pulled out my cell phone to send him one last message, concentrating hard on the bright display with one eye shut close

"hpe I seeyou Soon, Willy <3 xoxo Gee..."

Without waiting for his response I shut my phone down and pushed it back inside my pocket. I knew I had to act and look normal now, before entering my home-
I tried to smooth my hair down, unwrapping some gum to make my alcohol strained breath seem less severe, slapping my cheeks lightly to give my face some colour.

After taking a deep breath I pushed down the handle and put my happy face on - "Hey babe, I'm hooome! How was your eve..."- I broke off as I saw the look on Frank's face, who sat on the couch in the living room, facing the door.
If looks could kill!- he glared at me with dark cold eyes, his pointed brows as low and grim as could be, arms crossed before his chest, his jaw seemed to be clenched so hard as if it would never open again, and his nostrils were de- and inflating with lots of air.
I stood there like rooted to the ground, "b-babe, is something wrong? You look very upset, am I late?", I asked with a cracking voice feeling a weight on my chest growing heavier and heavier.
"No...you are not late, why don't you come over here and we have a little talk", anger and bitterness in his voice.
My feet felt kinda numb as I slowly shuffled in his direction and sat down in the recliner in front of him.
"Before I start ,Gerard, is there anything, I don't know, just anything you want to share with me, or want me to know?"
I didn't know what to do, did he find out about William? Did he see us? But that was impossible, because I always tried my best to cover everything up and hardly used my phone in his presence. I decided to play dumb and pretend to not know what this was all about.
"Ugh? Like what babe? I don't know what are you talking about..."
"Oh is that so?, Frank snapped, then I'll have a nice small surprise for you", and with that he pulled out an envelope, which said Gee & X? on it, and tossed it hard into my face.
"Ouch!" I yelled, for as the envelope had pinched me into my left eye. Collecting it from my lap I opened the envelope with shaking hands, left eye closed shut and shedding a tear of pain.
It felt heavy, and as I looked inside I saw a stack of photographs.
"Go ahead, have a look at 'em", Frank spat with venom in his voice.
I took the pictures out and felt my heart stop. Eyes growing wide, cold sweat starting to form on my forehead. It was a picture of me and William, sitting at one of my favourite Cafés. We were sitting closely but not touching, or holding hands, I could always find an excuse for that.
"Babe, w-what is this, I..I was just hanging out with a friend, I don't under-" "Next one, shitface!!"' Frank yelled loudly, and I jumped in my seat.
I tried to bring my attention back to the photographs, scared of Frank jumping into my face if I wasn't looking.
I flicked to the next one, William and me hand in hand heading into a building.
Shit, I know that place just too well, and what we've done there. It's William's flat and this was the day I fucked his brains out for the first time. I noticed that I had held my breath the whole time and shakily let it out.
The next picture was a total shock for me. It showed me leaning against a dirty wall, outside a club in some dark alley, eyes closed mouth opened wide, while William was on his knees and sucked my cock.. Oh my gosh I was so fucked, I didn't even dare to look up. Who took those damned pictures?!
"Yeah, that was the night were - he changed into a childlike sarcastic voice- you and your cute baby brother Mikey had oh so much fun with Mario Cart 4.. You know what, I called him, you didn't talk to him in two months you bastard! Next One!"
My face was red like a ripe cherry and I swallowed hard, this was torture.
The next picture was even worse, William and me in bed, lustful, shameless, fucking each other, bodies covered in sweat. I couldn't look at those pictures anymore.

"Baby I..I c..can't look at this pic-" he interrupted me loudly-"OH YOU CAN'T LOOK AT THOSE PICS ANYMORE?!?! What do you think how I feel, you lying, fucking asshole!
Every picture you're holding in your filthy hands is a slap in my face!! How could you do this to me Gerard, was I that much of a bore you had to put your dick somewhere else?
Or was it just too comfortable having someone paying the bills and caring for you little egoist, as to tell him the truth, that you're feelings were long gone!"

"F..Frankie-" I stuttered, "don't call me that you motherfucker! It's Frank for you!" He looked so angry I was pretty sure he would beat the shit outta me soon..
"Excuse me, Frank" I added hastily. "Frank I'm so sorry you had to see that. I really am. Please, I don't know what was going through my head.. I still love you, please believe me- that was just something sexual between him and me.."
"You know what- I don't want to hear you're lame excuses. You've hurt me too much to just talk it out."
"Isn't there anything I can do to make it up to you? Please, I don't want to lose you, Frank, you are my life!" At this point I couldn't hold my tears back any longer, big loud sobs escaped my chest and my eyes flickered to meet Franks gaze.
"You're pathetic", he spat, "but there's indeed something I considered."
"Anything Frank", I got down on my knees moving towards him.
He flipped his head, so his long black hair was out of his face.
"From now on, - he paused shortly while fixing his eyes on mine- you'll be something like...my slave", he emphasized the last word with a light, dark smile.
I gazed sheepishly at him, mouth wide agape.."What was that?" I asked, completely befuddled.
"You heard me right, from now on you'll do what I want and I have a lot of good reasons for you to do so, dear.
First of all, don't forget whom's house this is, it's rented on my name, so I can kick you out in an instant if I wanted to." I still stared at him totally frozen down on my knees.

"Second, for as your art isn't going that well at the moment, I suppose I'm the one who earns the money here. You wasted all your savings thoughtlessly for music and stupid comic books, and sure a lot of drinks for your lover." I closed my eyes, sucking in air sharply, ouch that hurt. Hearing my boyfriend talk to me like that, made me feel like a stupid little schoolboy, not thinking about the future or anything important.

"And third, you can't stand being alone, having no one caring for you, or paying any attention to the mighty Mr. Way. I'm sure your little loverboy couldn't stand you and your ego a week.
You love me Gerard, and therefore I'm pretty sure, that you'll go with our little deal." A very nasty smile was spread over Frank's beautiful face, which didn't fit him at all. His green eyes now nothing but cold and hurting.
"And..what did you think about, being your 'slave', what does that even mean?, I asked confused, looking up to him.
"I'll show you", and with that he put three objects on the couch table.

A black solid looking collar, made out of stiff water resistant fabric with a silver ring attached in the middle, apparently for a big dog.

A black leather leash which obviously came with the collar (are we getting a dog? Does he want me to pick up all the dog poo as a punishment??)

A black leather paddle with a cut out heart in it's middle. I was confused as fuck.

"So arrr...we're getting a dog?" I asked into the silence that followed.
Frank chuckled and picked up the collar, letting it circle around his index finger. "No silly, you'll be the dog."

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