„Alright, I think we’ve covered all areas they could be around so far. Sadly that’s all we can do for now.“ Mikey sighed as he trudged his tired body inside Frank’s house, who was walking in front of him, a pack of quickly photocopied missing posters still clamped under his arm as he unlocked the door.

Frank hummed in agreement, but regretted it instantly, for as the vibrations still hurt his nose.
It had stopped bleeding shortly before entering the police station, which was good, they didn’t want to look like a bunch of guys looking for trouble.


The officers had been really nice and caring though, but actually couldn’t do a lot. They had reminded Mikey and Frank that Gerard was an adult and could go wherever he wanted to, he didn’t need to tell anybody about his current stay.

Even Frank’s concern about Gerard’s potentially dangerous ex-lover, remained unheard. According to the videos, which Mikey had showed to them, there was no clearly visible enforcement of Gerard’s person to follow William into the car.

The officers seemed to dismiss the case just as a relationship crisis, after all Gerard wasn’t alone but with his ex-lover, and no longer missing than two days.

„We have all the material we need so far, and we assure both of you, to do our best to solve the case.“ One of the officers said as she pushed her dark brown strands behind one ear, while closing the file with the collected data.

„Exactly, Officer Maleene is right“ The other officer chimed in, a smaller dark haired guy with olive toned skin and a good-natured look in his eyes, which gave the troubled pair a feeling, everything would be fine.

„We have both videos, an exact description of the evening and your brother of course, pictures and your contact, so- if you still haven’t heard from him after two more days, we’ll send out our best search party to find him, I promise.“ The officer smiled encouragingly and nodded in Mikey’s direction.


„Thank you very much, officer.“ Mikey answered vacantly, rising from the dark green office chair.

„Yeah..thanks.“ Frank answered with his head down, standing as well.

„You’ll see Mr. Iero, in most cases the person missing finds their way back home on their own.“ Officer Maleene stood as well and patted Frank’s shoulder lightly.

Frank just nodded in defeat and both men left the building, with hands buried deeply in their pockets, making their way to the parking lot.

„And now?“ Mikey asked kind of lost while digging through his pockets for his pack of cigarettes.

„Since when did you start to smoke again?“ Frank asked unbelieving while eying up Mikey who stuck the cig in the corner of his lips, lighting up, carefully covering the dancing blueish flame with his hand.

„Since now“ Mikey grumbled and sucked in the first drag.

Frank felt a terrible pang in his heart. Physically the Ways didn’t have that much in common, but certain movements, certain ways to hold themselves or even look were alike. And the moment when Mikey lit up his smoke, Frank just couldn’t think of anyone else but Gerard.

Mikey must have noticed Frank’s distressed stare, he raised an eyebrow and puffed out a dense cloud of smoke, engulfing Frank.


„You want one?“ Mikey reached his pack of cigarettes questioningly.


„Uhh…yeah. Sure, thanks dude.“ Frank swallowed and pulled one out of the almost untouched package.


„I’d say we could only do one more thing, find a good picture of Gerard and make some „missing-posters“, you know, hang them on some popular places in town or something.“ Mikey proposed, then taking another long drag, sucking his cheeks in with the act.

There it was again, the whole act of smoking, like a choreography only the Ways had mastered, like a certain dance only they knew the steps to. Frank wondered if the brothers had started smoking together? Maybe Mikey, the younger one, had copied Gerard’s unique moves, the kind of sexual act he performed with this oral peacemaker for oneself.

„It’s almost impossible to find a bad picture of Gerard, so that will be no problem.“ Frank joked to cover up his sudden nervousness, and turned his back to Mikey, as if he was looking at the police station again.

„Well then, we’ve got a mission, Mikey mumbled and unlocked the car.

They drove back to Frank’s house without further conversation, Frank of course hadn’t forgotten Mikey’s outburst in the Rangoon bar’s back room and could only imagine who the younger Way blamed for all this.


Furthermore the insults and accusations he got an earful earlier, still kind of hurt. Frank wasn’t used to be on the receiving end of such conversations after those last troublesome months with Gerard, but rather on the giving one. His armour of toughness had definitely started to form cracks…


Meekly he looked out of the window at the passing buildings and people who crowded the cafés and sidewalks, just now and then gazing shortly over to Mikey who had put on one of his best expressionless stares.


As they pulled into Frank’s driveway, Frank noticed that he had tensed up the whole drive, his knuckles turned into a contrasting white next to his skin, until he loosened his tight grip around the handhold in the car, quickly getting out of it.

What was wrong with him?

In no time they had set up a fitting „missing-poster“ on Frank’s laptop, with all information needed. The date when Gerard was last seen, an exact description on his physical appearance and what he had been wearing that night, even a small sentence about his possible companion, William.

They weren’t allowed to put a picture of him on the poster, or his full name, after all if William wasn’t guilty they would cause him a loss of reputation and so they would be liable to prosecution.

„This is bullshit, I know it was him and that he captured Gerard somewhere!“ Frank growled with his arms crossed as he read over the draft one more time.


„I’m sure people will rather spot William than Gerard…“ He grumbled.


„Yeah, probably, but it’s too early to know and I don’t want to get a process because of that motherfucker, honestly.“ Mikey answered.

He was sitting next to Frank on the couch and the hard feelings against Gerard’s boyfriend had almost subdued as he saw him struggling with his countenance while choosing the perfect picture of Gerard from all the heartbreakingly cute ones Frank had collected in an extra folder.

At a certain point of writing the text, Frank’s eyes had turned glassy, and he had pushed the laptop into Mikey’s lap, vanishing into the kitchen to make „coffee“.

Mikey knew that Frank was somewhere else with his thoughts, because he came back empty handed, he had totally forgotten about the coffee. Frank just plopped down next to Mikey, who decided to not address the topic, even though he had already looked forward to a nice, hot cup of coffee…

Armed with Mikey’s USB stick and Frank’s knowledge of the next copy shop’s location plus lots of tape, they had left the house once again.

Within four hours they had been around every spot that came to their minds, every central place that could attract a lot of people’s attention. Moreover Frank knew William and Gerard’s favourite places and bars due to the private detective notes, which Frank had still fresh in mind.

„Ugh my legs are all in…“ Mikey groaned as he kicked his shoes off in the hall and slumped on the couch, sinking back in the soft cushions.

„Same…“ Frank mumbled, turned around to close the door, and put the pack of missing posters carefully on the chest of drawers in the living room. Stripping his jacket and shoes off he staggered over to the recliner and heaved a sigh of contentment as he melted into the comfortable chair.


„Do you want me to order some pizza?“ Frank asked hopefully, looking over at Mikey’s outstretched form.


Slowly Mikey emerged from the depths of the couch again- „I don’t know“ He started „I’m really hungry, but maybe I should get going. Janine will be surely waiting already..“ Mikey answered apologetically and pulled out his cell phone.

„Oh.. yeah.. that’s cool though.“ Frank answered carelessly, but his face gave him away.

He longed for company, as soon as he was alone he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else but Gerard, and drowning in sorrow. Even though Mikey and Frank himself hadn’t been doing anything else but try to find Gerard that day, it wasn’t that bad for he had had company in this misery.

Frank wanted Mikey to stay, but of course he knew that his girlfriend meant a lot to his almost brother-in-law.


„Are you sure that you’re fit enough for that long car ride? I mean…Janine would want you back in one piece, wouldn’t she?“ Frank asked innocently and dropped his gaze on his knotting hands.

„I’m gonna call her real quick“ a small smile played around the corners of Mikey’s lips as he got back to his feet, walking into the kitchen, dialling his girlfriend’s number.


Janine however had been disappointed by the news that she wouldn’t see her boyfriend that night, but also understanding. She had told Mikey to take all the time he needed and support Gerard’s crushed boyfriend.

Mikey was happy that she was handling the situation like an adult and not a whiny child, and despite his wish to cuddle up to her he knew Frank would rather need his company tonight.

It was kind of cute, he thought, how little Frank wanted him to leave, Mikey chuckled silently and walked back into the living room, giving Frank the good news. „Okey I talked to Janine and she said it was okay if I stayed.“ Frank’s face lit up instantly at the thought of not spending his night alone in the big house.


„Great!“ Frank chirped happily and sat up in his chair.


„Yeah, so, if you don’t mind I’d really like to shower, I feel kind of worn out and smelly“ Mikey started and pointed with his thumb to the first floor.


„No, of course, go on, fresh towels are next to the shower and you can use anything you find in there. If you want to change just go ahead into the bedroom and pick something that fits.“ Frank explained fussily to his newly won guest.

„Thanks, buddy. That’s nice. Oh, and I want Quattro Formaggi.“ Mikey ended, his foot already on the first step.

„Huh?“

„Pizza, Frank.“ Mikey grinned.

„Oh right! Right…“ Frank smiled sheepishly and grabbed his cell phone from the couch table. This seemed to develop into a nice evening after all.

Twenty minutes later the doorbell was rung and Frank jogged over to pay the pizza boy. Thoughtfully he tipped well and persuaded the guy to take some of the spare „missing-posters“ with him, so he could hang them in the shop’s window or give them to customers.

Frank knew the pizza guy well, after living off pizza for the last couple of weeks, when he had eaten alone often for he hadn’t seen a sense in cooking for just himself. The guy seemed nice, and to honestly do him the asked favour.

Frank thanked him again, then said a quick goodbye and closed the door, carrying the warm boxes of pizza over to the couch table. It smelled so good that he wanted to rip the box open and stuff his face, but that would be impolite, after all Mikey was still upstairs.

Five minutes later Frank got all jittery and decided to call out for Mikey, telling him that the food arrived. As an answer he heard a short yelled back „Coming!“ and Frank stood up once again to get napkins and two ice cold bottles of beer.
Sitting everything on the table and opening the beers he changed channels to a moderately interesting vampire movie and took a sip of his beer.

„Wow, can’t wait to dig in, it smells so good!“ Frank heard Mikey’s voice behind him say as he descended the stairs.

Frank turned his head to say something but choked on his words.

The slim figure in front of him was clothed in Gerard’s favourite Misfit hoodie and his favourite sweatpants as well. The ones Gerard would always wear when he was at home, in front of his laptop, at his working desk or just huddled into the couch. They must have been the most worn out option in the whole dresser, still Mikey had picked them.

His hair was wet and seemed black as it hung slightly into Mikey’s face, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses, he was cleaning them with the hoodie’s hemline.

Even though Mikey was slightly thinner than Gerard, the fluffy hoodie seemed to add some extra pounds, giving Frank the illusion of the same stature as his boyfriend.

Frank paled and turned around quickly, grabbing his bottle of beer and emptying almost half of it to distract himself.

Mikey didn’t seem to get how uncomfortable he made Frank with his choice of clothes, and didn’t seem to notice either how close he had placed himself on the couch next to Frank. Their shoulders were touching now and with a look of horror Frank noticed the smell coming from Mikey’s freshly washed skin. The smell of Gerard’s shower gel…


Frank slapped a hand over his nose and mouth and turned his head away. He flinched, his nose was still really sensitive.
He closed his eyes and told himself to breathe, calm himself, count ’til ten, whatever, he mustn’t lose his cool now.


But with closed eyes the typical smell of his boyfriend and the warmth of the body next to him only reminded him more of „Gerard…“ Frank whimpered silently.

„Frank, won’t you start eating? Don’t be slacking or I’ll have to eat your pizza as well!“ Mikey joked and nudged Frank into the ribs.

„Oh…haha…“ Frank turned his head back to the pizza in front of him, a strained smile on his lips as he took the first piece and bit into it.

Hell, this was hell. Why hadn’t Frank picked an outfit for Mikey. He should have given some of his clothes to the younger Way, even if the clothes would have been too short. He couldn’t stand this.

Strange thoughts were making his way into his confused brain. Thoughts of grabbing Mikey and kissing him. Laying him down on the couch, while he was on top. Undressing him. Kissing and licking all sensitive parts of his body. Making love to him… WHAT THE HELL?! Frank shook his head furiously and felt nothing but disgust for himself. It’s not Gerard but Mikey, he had to remind himself over and over again.

Mikey had finished his first beer exceptionally fast and made his way over to the refrigerator.


„Should I bring you another?“ Mikey asked with his bottle already in hand.


„Please!“ Frank stressed the word. Maybe he could drink all his problems away, even just for tonight.

Some time later the empty pizza boxes and bottles piled on the couch table, and after their third beer Mikey and Frank seemed rather well served. They stared mindlessly into the flickering tv screen, until Mikey suddenly turned to face Frank.

„Hey Frank, what do you think will suit me better- if I’ll get a laser treatment for my eyes or just another model of glasses?“


„Uhgh… I don’t know Mikes, I’m not a style advisor.“ Frank groaned and shifted a bit awkwardly.

„Duh, you don’t need to be a style advisor, just look at me and tell me your honest opinion.“ Mikey pressed.

„Why do you want to talk about this topic now?“ Frank asked a bit grumpily, still staring ahead.

„Why not? Just came to my mind.“ Mikey snapped back.

„Okey, okey…let’s see.“ Frank groaned in defeat and shifted to look directly into Mikey’s dimly lit face, who was leant against the back rest of the couch.

„You have the same eyebrows as Gerard, but your eyes are more open. I think your current glasses make your eyes look smaller, which is a bummer because it’s a nice colour. A bit darker than Gerard’s.“ Frank summed up.

„Don’t always compare me to Gerard, just tell me something concerning only me!“ Mikey pouted.

„How could I not compare you to him when you’re brothers and you’re dressed like him and smell like him too. Goddamm.“ Frank turned away again, opening his fourth beer.

„Oh, I see, am I making you uncomfortable…?“ Mikey giggled while punching Frank’s shoulder playfully.

„No! You’re just… ah.. forget it.“ Frank glared shortly at Mikey then occupied himself again with his beer.

„You’re so funny when you’re like this, Frank“ Mikey laughed and snatched Frank’s beer out of his hand, emptying the rest on ex.

„Hey! What the fuck! Get your own beer, man!“ Frank snapped and raised his hands in protest, gesturing to the fridge.

„Sorry Frankie“ Mikey hiccuped „but you would share your beer certainly with your boyfriend, and it looks like I’m taking his place tonight. So be a bit nicer!“

„Pfff, you don’t know what you’re saying, honestly.“ Frank snapped while crossing his arms before his chest fixing his gaze on the tv.

„Is that sooo…“ drunken Mikey asked challenging.

„Yepp. If you were my boyfriend we’d do a whole bunch of other things than blabbering about laser treatment, late at night and drunk.“ Frank answered while biting his lip at the thought.


„Ohoho, other things, like what? Like this?“ Mikey chuckled and pressed a quick kiss on Frank’s cheek.

Frank was pretty amazed about Mikey’s drunken behaviour, he hadn’t experienced Mikey so goofy and uncontrolled ever!

„Yeah exactly, we’re kissing each other on the cheek because we’re in kindergarten“ Frank snorted and wiped his cheek with the back of his sleeve.

„Tsktsktsk, our Frankie here always wants more.“ Mikey tutted and playfully ran his fingers through Frank’s hair.

Frank shook him off and finger combed through his hair to set it in the right place again. „Gosh, Mikey, how many beers did you have, or other substances?“ Frank asked his voice a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

„Enough to do this…“ Mikey teased and pulled the hoodie and shirt over his head, so he was sitting with his bare chest next to Frank, who watched the spectacle wide eyed.

„What the…fuck?“ Frank stammered out.

„Do you like what you see Frank? Is this more than kindergarten level now?“ Mikey grinned deviously.

„Put that shirt on again“ Frank ordered and tossed the hoodie and shirt at Mikey’s naked chest, which looked as smooth and pale as Gerard’s in the flickering light of the tv…

„But it’s so hot in here“ Mikey snickered, he seemed to enjoy himself a lot at Frank’s inner turmoil.

„Mikey don’t start anything you don’t want to bring to an end. What do you expect to achieve by that?“ Frank admonished while turning his face away, rubbing the palm of his hand over his eyes as if he could just unsee the half naked Way brother next to him.

„What if I do want to end it properly.“ Mikey had moved as close to Frank as possible, snaking his arms around him from behind while breathing the words into Frank’s ear.

Frank could not only feel his hair stand on end at the breathy words and body contact, but also a massive erection forming in his pants. This could be bad in an instant if he wouldn’t resist. But Mikey was really asking for it, to be pinned down and …

„Fuck Mikey, what about your girlfriend, are you crazy?“ Frank tried to cover the tent in his pants, which interfered with the impulse to flee from the situation. „Since when are you interested in guys for fuck’s sake?!“ Frank asked totally distraught.


„Ugh.. You’re right. I was just kidding, bro“ Mikey giggled, the energy that had inhabited him now leaving his body as he let himself drop backwards onto the couch.

Frank almost didn’t dare to look at the drunken male which was sprawled alongside the couch he had fucked Gerard countless times on.

Was it just his imagination or did the sweatpants draw a clearly visible outline of Mikey’s hard-on through the fabric? Could it be that Mikey was enjoying this after all?

„Give me a hug Frank, come on, I need one!“ Mikey stretched his still naked arms in Franks direction, grabbing the air with closed eyes behind his glasses.

„I’m not hugging you, you’ve got an erection- okey, man!?“ Frank snapped while willing his boner down by himself. He had overstepped a line already and he knew it, he should better leave Mikey as quickly as possible, Frank thought and stumbled to his feet.

„Yooouuuuu sir, got an erection“ Mikey giggled again and started to stroke his soft and delicate looking, uncovered body, fake moaning in the process.


„Good night Mikes.“ Frank sighed wearily and passed the couch.

„Heyy where are you going Frankie?“ Mikey whined and grabbed the hemline of Frank’s shirt, pulling him back over to him.

„I really don’t know what to say Mikey, why are you like this? I don’t know you I think.“ Frank said tonelessly.

„I know how to make you stay Frank. How about this“ Mikey giggled, put his glasses off and on the couch table and drew parts of his now dried and brown hair playfully into his face, putting a sulking look on his face.

„Frankie baby, make love to me, it’s me, Gee-bear.“ Mikey was copying Gerard’s nasal voice pretty badly, but it worked it’s magic nevertheless.

Frank’s pupils widened, his mouth dropped open slightly, his heart picked up a faster beat as he stared at the half naked male on his couch, who looked more and more like the person he missed so much everything hurt inside of him.

„Oh damn…“ Frank licked his dry lips a crazy glint in his eyeballs, then he was between Mikey’s spread legs, touching the younger male’s cool skin, pressing his lips onto Mikey’s, pulling his hair while he forced his way into the other’s slightly struggling mouth, rubbing his tongue against the other.

As he felt satisfied he clamped one hand over Mikey’s mouth, he didn’t want to hear a single word or moan, didn’t want to hear the wrong voice as he made his way down his neck, sucking and biting the other one’s flesh, while his unoccupied hand slid their way down into Mikey’s sweatpants, finding an already erect dick and wrapping around it, squeezing hard, but not painfully hard.

„You want me, babe?“ Frank asked almost menacing through ragged breaths. He felt the body he had silenced with his hand move, if it was a yes or a no, he couldn’t care less, his demons had been freed and weren’t put back easily in their cage.

„You’ll get me.“ Frank’s voice was a low growl as he ripped the sweatpants and boxers off the beautifully pale and slim figure below him, his heart was in his mouth by now, hands were roaming his body, tugging on his shirt in return.

„If I remove my hand now, I don’t want to hear a single word from you!“ Frank threatened with his index finger raised in front of Mikey’s eyes, a grave expression on his flushed face.

Mikey nodded shortly, and watched wide eyed and expectantly.

Frank removed his hand quickly and pulled his black shirt over his head, tugging his own pants down in hectic movements, he seemed to feel that the time was slipping through his hands if he wouldn’t hurry, and then remorse would hit him instantly, but for now… He couldn’t think of stopping, it was already too late for him, and Mikey was just unexpectantly willing to subdue to him.

„Frank, do you got lube-“ -SMACK-


„What did I tell you! You’re not allowed to speak. Or we’ll stop right now!“ Frank had slapped Mikey’s cheek, who was now looking wide eyed but strangely aroused into Frank’s dark and narrowed eyes. Mikey was clutching his cheek but didn’t say another word, so Frank lowered his hand again.

They didn’t have lube only in their bedroom of course, for most of the action happened on the couch, Frank kept the small bottle right in one of the drawers in his living room. He hopped over and fetched the item returning quickly to the couch with the slightly shivering silhouette on it. Was it due to the temperature or due to excitement, Frank didn’t know but threw a blanket over his tattooed back as he climbed back on top of Mikey, who had spread his legs for him again, letting go of his cheek.

Frank enjoyed the feeling of their bodies gliding along each other, their skin, the warm hands which wrapped around his neck, tangling his hair.
Like a falcon Frank descended on Mikey’s partly opened lips, diving back into the pleasures from before.
He moaned loudly against the younger man’s lips, moving his hips in rocking motions as if he was already inside the other one.

As Mikey started to moan, Frank clamped his hand once again over the Way brother’s mouth and squeezed some of the lube in his palm one handedly.
His hand wandered just between Mikey’s legs, spreading the gel on and around his hole, then he looked deeply into Mikey’s eyes and held eye contact while he pushed two fingers in at once.

Mikey grimaced slightly, squeezing his eyes shut for a second, then blinking a couple of times but never broke his gaze into Frank’s eyes fully.

Frank had to remember himself that Mikey hadn’t done that ever before. But that wouldn’t change too much, he thought. Frank started to move his fingers expertly working as efficient as possible, he wanted to fuck him NOW.

Mikey’s hands wandered over Frank’s chest as he was being fingered open, seeing the muscular and dominant body above him was an enormous turn on.


„I think you’re ready, babe.“ Frank breathed in Mikey’s ear and coated his own dick in the slimy gel.

„I try to not be rough with you, even if you would deserve it, after all that teasing“ Frank added and looked his muted Gerard-look-alike once again deeply into the eyes as he lined up.


„Relax.“ The words rolled off Frank’s lips all too easily and he pushed forward.


Instantly Mikey’s eyes turned huge and pleading, grabbing Frank’s arms tightly. „Shhh“ Frank cooed at Mikey’s muffled sounds, the only noises he could make anymore. They didn’t sound too different from the ones he was used from his boyfriend, and Frank smiled while chewing on his lip ring, giving Mikey some time to adjust to his girth.

After a while Frank decided he had given the other male more time than enough and pushed further, one hand still put over Mikey’s lips, the other one on the younger man’s leg, pushing it close to his chest to give Frank better access.

Just yet Frank noticed the overwhelming feeling it caused him to be inside the hot and pulsating body around him, he buried his head on Mikey’s chest as he repeatedly pushed inside Mikey’s body.


„Oh babe…oh yeah.. uh…fuck..“ Frank felt himself getting closer to his climax as he continued rocking his throbbing cock into the other male’s soft and willing hole, he could do that all night…Every night.


This smooth feeling of gliding in and out, the suppressed moans from the sweet body he had buried himself into… Frank quickened his pace slightly, his hot forehead still rested on Mikey’s chest, near his heart, he felt himself drooling on the pale skin, but he didn’t care.


„Mhhoah… I think I won’t make it much longer sweetie.“ Frank moaned, then removed the hand which had covered Mikey’s mouth and wandered dutifully down to jack him off.


Frank didn’t like to let Mikey’s mouth uncovered, but he needed at least one arm to stabilise his weight and he wasn’t an egoist in bed, except when the act came as a penance. Furthermore he hoped that the little slap Mikey took earlier had convinced him to shut it.

Mikey seemed to remember Frank’s instruction to not make a sound, for as he bit down on his clenched fist as the movements got rougher. His face looked kind of pained but he didn’t want Frank to stop either. The next thing Frank noticed in his delirious state of pleasure was a warm and wet sensation on the hand which was pumping Mikey’s dick. Mikey just came, panting loudly and twitching, but Frank wasn’t finished yet.

He had held back until now, because he wanted the younger Way to come first, but now he fucked him with all he got penetrating the whimpering male beneath him. „Uh- Gerard…fuck..!“ Frank screamed as he hit his own amazing orgasm and almost saw stars as he slowly opened his eyes again.


Frank didn’t move for a good while, his body was overly sensitive and he enjoyed the physical closeness to the warm body beneath him, but they needed to part.

*Pant*… „So, are you happy now, Mr. „I take your boyfriend’s place for tonight“?“ Frank smiled a bit scornfully, his heavy breath evened out already and he wiped the glistening sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, reaching Mikey his glasses.


Mikey took them wordlessly and winced slightly when Frank finally pulled out of him.


„Your nose is bleeding“ Mikey said with a hint of disgust as the red liquid had left droplets on his pale chest.


„Oh“ Frank’s hand shot up to his nose, to cover it, before he’d bleed all over the carpet. „Join me in the shower, Mikey“ Frank offered and tilted his head back slightly, while still completely naked ascending the stairs to the first floor.

„We’ll see“ Mikey mumbled and slipped back into the sweatpants which had been laying scattered under all the other clothes on the floor.

He felt himself sobering up and a wave of disgust hit him. Why the fuck was he even here, why had he done what he did, everything felt so wrong and unreal. Did he actually just have sex with his brother’s boyfriend?

Mikey felt like the worst human being alive, but somehow relieved as well.

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Somewhere across town Gerard's wrist had been chained to the bedpost for the night.

Earlier William had made sure that Gerard washed himself thoroughly and after that he had rubbed lotion onto all the welts and bruises on Gerard's ill-treated body. Even the patch on his forehead had been replaced after it had gotten wet from the shower.
The black haired captive didn't object to any of his treatments and remained totally silent the whole time, except for a quiet whimper as the sticky patch had been removed and when he got nothing more but a pair of boxer shorts to sleep in, Gerard had protested. He hated it to be that exposed, but William didn't care of course...

Precautionary William pushed all items in Gerard's reach, which could possible be used as a weapon, to the sides of the bedroom until there was nothing more but the naked floor in front of the bed.
The key to Gerard's shackles was carefully being placed on the other end of the room. As long as Gerard wouldn't chew his arm off over night there was no chance to escape now.

Gerard's eyes had grown sadder and sadder as he watched William hover across the room, making everything escape proof. He curled into a ball beneath the only blanket on bed, which he had to share with William and rested his heavy head on his outstretched arm, which was chained to the bedpost.
Gerard was glad when the lights were finally switched off, so William wouldn't see his tears fall again. He couldn't hold them back any longer and had to bite down hard on his lip to not make a sound. He felt hopeless, defeated and hurt, and there wasn't a single positive thought in his head as he squeezed his eyes hut.
William hadn't noticed anything so far and wished Gerard a good night, huddling himself into Gerard's back, pulling him closer into his body and kissing his shoulder blade sweetly.

"Oh my gosh don't touch me!" Gerard yelled through tears and tried to leave more space between the body who was spooning him, but he was already on the bed's end and the strong arm around his middle wouldn't let him go either.


"Shhh, cutie, don't be so feisty. I just want to cuddle. Nothing's happening." William shushed Gerard and kissed his neck once again.


"I hate you..." Gerard choked through his now very audible sobs.


"No you're not." William sneered. "You just don't know what you want yet, Gee."


"Not you. I fucking want to go home to-" "SAY his name and I fucking punch you, I swear!" William growled and suddenly grabbed Gerard's hair harshly, which pulled the snivelling male onto his back. William was clenching his other hand in a fist, audible cracking his knuckles, as he waited for a possible response.


"...Frank!" Gerard screamed and covered his tear stained face with his free hand.


"Omphhh" Gerard felt all air leaving him, as William's fist had connected harshly with his stomach, the only place which wouldn't leave marks.


Gerard coughed and shivered as he rolled back onto his side again, tasting a little bit of blood on his tongue.


"Sleep tight, sweetheart" William hissed and spooned Gerard's shivering body even tighter.


He would get what he wanted, sooner or later, and if he had to break Gerard, so be it.

Notes

Omg, please don't kill me guys xD You know the saying- "still waters run deep"
And I'm sorry for Gerard as well, next chapter something good will happen, I promise xx