One had a love,and it was divine. Soon found out I was losing my mind. -Blondie//HEARTOFGLASS

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Gerard's POV

Frank knocked on our door, Mikey rushed to the couch. It was red, so you couldn't see all the wine my parents spilt, or the blood I caused to run.

I go to open it, I'm eager not because I wanna see him, because I can smell him from here. He smells like roses. Mikey disagrees, he thinks Frank smells like.. pardon my French.. ass.

I don't mind what Mikey thinks, or how rude he is to my victim. Just as long as he doesn't come after what's mine.

Frank smiled up at me, I shoot him one back and open the door a little more so he can enter.
As Frank rushes past me, so does his scent. And I swear. If I could take him now, I would.

"Hey dude." Mikey calls. Frank follows the voice to the living room.

"Hey Mikes." Frank says cheerfully.

I follow in behind Frank, and put my arm around him. He goes stiff, he always does this. I don't know exactly why? Maybe he can sense something.. maybe he isn't as dumb as I thought.

"Sorry we couldn't come here earlier to finish up, I was afraid my brother left codoms and vajankles around the house." I smirk, I'm always coming up with smart shit like that.

Mikey darts me a nasty look.

"Vajankle?" Frank says, slightly grossed out.

I nod. "An ankle with a built in vagina, Mikey has a foot fetish. He's also gay, but you know, they don't have assholejankles."
I snicker, Mikey flips me off.

"That's disgusting Gerard, he's only kidding Frank"

Frank nervously laughs along with me, "I.. know, I get Gee's humor, I was trying to play along."

He doesn't get my humor. Frank doesn't get me. He doesn't know the first thing about me.

Hell, he didn't even know what a vajankle is. If you know me, you have to know all the fucked up sex toys.

I grab Frank's arm and pull him closer to me, maybe his smell will distract me from his personality.
Frank awkwardly snuggled into my chest.

I give him a kiss, on the top of his head. He's really short so.. I find that as an advantage to give off passable affection.

Mikey grunts. "Are you guys a thing now?"

I dart him a look. It's the only look I give him when Franks not around.

'Resting bitch face', that's what Mikey calls it.

"I knew he was the one ever sense I saw his ten inch dick this morning."

Frank turns around and gasps. "Gerard! He doesn't need to know!" Frank whispered to me.

I knew Mikey heard it, because he was smirking.

"Please..." I whisper back.

He rolls his eyes, "Tell me where your room is."

"Up the stairs, to the right.. second door down. Don't go snooping, okay Frankie?"

He gives me a weird little kiss on the cheek. "Okay Gee."

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Frank's POV

I stalked upstairs, Gerard was spilling the beans to Mikey.

"Came on your arm?!" He laughed.

Which made me walk faster, my face was red. I can tell, my cheeks feel like their on fire.

I disregarded Gerard's directions a opened whatever door was closest.

The room was black, I decided to just sit down. In the dark.

I opened my duffel bag I brought with me, it was on my shoulder so I knew what I was doing. Let me be clear, It's not like I have super powers and I can tell where everything is in the dark all of the sudden.

I reached in and pulled out what I felt was a bottle of.. whatever Dayquil or Nyquil I brought with me for hangovers and, well head aches in general.

I bring it everywhere. Hell, I bring that shit to the arcade, when I try to calm down. I can never win at the claw and it drives me fuckingo crazy..

I opened the bottle and took a sip, whatever it was, it gave me the plural pep to get up. I guess it is Dayquil, I put it back into my bag and got up.

I opened the door. And walked to Gerard's room, I can hear them talk down in the living room.

"How far do you think he can stick a banana down his throat" Mikey giggled.
He then made an inaudible screeching noise. I guess Gee pinched him or something.

"Ouch!" Mikey squealed.

"I'm gonna get a pizza, go tell Frank and keep him company while I'm out."

"Deuces."

Great, now I'm gonna be left alone with that for half an hour.

I reach back into my big and grab a similar bottle,I took a big gulp, and looked back at the label.
'Hey, it's Nyquil.'

I smile to myself.

I might not last the night.

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3rd Person POV (many minutes later)

Frank was swaying around Gerard's room. Drinking the medicine, and singing lyrics to whatever song came to mind.

"If I cut off your arms! If I cut of your legs! Would you still love me, anyways?!" Frank slurred.

Gerard's walls were red, and the room was decorated with records, Frank was too out of it to notice anything. He was too wrapped up in his head. But the Nyquil got him out of his head. It got him out of everything.

Mikey stepped up stairs.
And made his way to Gerard's room.

"Hey Frank."

Frank took another gulp. "Top of the iceberg fucker!"

"Dude, we have booze, you don't need that nasty shit." He looked at Franks half empty bottle of cold medicine.
"Let me hook you up babe."

"Baby babe babe babe. Gerard hasn't called me babe yet."

Miley smirked. Taking advantage of the situation. "Babe."

Frank looked Mikey up and down. A bullshit idea came to mind, he giggled at the thought and went with it. Gerard wasn't here..

"I can get you a beer, babe."

Frank waved the Nyquil around."It's good, want some?" Frank put a bunch in his mouth and moved close to Mikey.

Mikey was intrigued, Frank got a hand on Mikey'shoulder and shoved him down to his own height. He tugged Mikey into a sloppy, medicine.. saliva mixing frenzy.

Both boys mouths were wide open, there wasn't any tongue on the bottom lip asking for permission. This kiss wasn't like that in the least bit. Mouths were already open and tongues went all over without any type of consent on both parts.

Nyquil dripped from both boy's mouths.

"Take off your clothes" Mikey demanded.
They stripped, and jumped onto Gerard's bed. No questions asked.

"Prep.." Frank slurred.

Mikey put a finger in his mouth and swiped some Nyquil of the corner of his lips.

"It'll numb the situation." Mikey giggled. Frank took another gulp, than rode it out as a burp. Mikey laughed.

He then stuck a finger inside Frank, who didn't even experience the pain or the pleasure.
He was too messed up to feel the moment.

Mikey had stuck a few more fingers in before he started to move them.
Frank groaned, he felt it this time.

"Gerard was right, you are a little whore." Mikey grunted. He took his fingers out of Frank.

The word "whore" stayed in Franks head as he chugged the rest of the Nyquil. He felt dirty, and he didn't want to feel that way anymore.

He dropped the bottle on the ground as he felt Miley enter him with not his fingers, but his rock hard cock.
Frank screamed. As Mikey started to ride him.

And just as he was moaning, he started to feel tired. Drowsy. His "aah" 's turned to quiet pants.

And before he had any type of self control, Frank was assleep. But that didn't stop Mikey. He continued to pound Franks unconscious body. Ass, if you will.

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Gerard's POV

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a moan. I dropped the pizza and hurried upstairs. The sound was coming from my room. Maybe Frank was having some 'me' time. I couldn't miss that.

I rushed and opened the door. And what I saw, would leave a mark.

Frank laid naked, asleep out on my bed. An arm swung at the edge of my bed. An empty bottle of cough syrup was on the floor.

And what was on Frank hurt me even more, my own brother. He was defiling Frank. Pushing so hard, Frank's limp body moved in synch with the vibrations.

"Fucking big time cum whore." Mikey grunted. Slamming himself into Frank.

I shouldn't care, but Mikey said he wouldn't touch Frank. My Frank. My kill.

"Get off him." I growl. Mikey stops instantly and turned to face me. Fear apparent all over his face.

Notes

So, this chapter was fucked up.
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