Disarm

***Time Stamp: Two Months Later***

It was slow at first, but Mikey began to notice little changes in his brother. He was smiling more. He was complaining about his job less. He was not as upset when Mikey could not be home for dinner. Just little things. While Mikey always wanted Gerard to be happy, he wondered who was the cause of this happiness. He decided next time to find out.

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"Are you sure Gee. I can stay home for dinner with you. I don’t have to go out and..."

"No no no, I'll be fine Mikey really."

Gerard gave a quick glance at the clock. Frank said he would meet him in an hour at the coffee shop. From there, he would tell him where they were going for their date. God, Gerard was dating someone and it felt so good.

"Okay bro, see you then."

Mikey left the house and went in the garage. He was the only one that used it. He knew that Gerard would be too preoccupied to notice that he never backed out. He hid in the corner and watched as 15 min later, dressed to kill...or at least Gerard's version of that, he got in his car and left. After a few minutes, Mikey rolled out of the garage and followed him.

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Gerard parked and got out. He smiled when he saw Frank standing outside the coffee shop holding a chai for him.

"Hi gorgeous. Hey, I think my allergies are acting up. Cause every time you're around, my dick swells up."

Frank wiggled his eyebrows, handing over Gerard's drink.

"I love how you go through the trouble to find ones that fit the season."

Gerard kissed his cheek lightly.

"So..."

He took a sip of his chai.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know. I just cleaned my bedsheets, want to come mess them up with me?"

Frank laughed at Gerard's raised eyebrow.

"No seriously. I got us tickets to a special screening of the new X-Men movie, if you're into that kinda thing?"

"Frankie..."

Gerard didn't mean to, but he dropped his chai and he leaped into the younger man's arm like some silly girl.

"Whoa!"

Frank gigged, wrapping his arms around Gerard's waist.

"I'll have to stroke your inner nerd more often if this is what it gets me."

"Oh baby, you can stroke that anytime you like."

Gerard went red at what he said and wiggled out of Frank's arms back to his own feet.

"I mean....I...."

Frank raised an eyebrow and smirked. He held up one finger, motioning for Gerard to come closer again. Gerard was scared. He was so embarrassed. He just wanted to go back to his car and drive off. Mikey watched from his car the scene between this boy and his brother. His finger itched for his knives. He wanted to slice the guy to ribbons. His brother was clearly not happy to be there anymore. Still he waited to see what would happen.

"I...should..."

Frank relented, dropping his hand, and his eyes to the ground.

"I'm sorry Gerard. I didn't mean to upset you. I was actually trying to give you another of my awful chat up lines. I was trying to make you laugh."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, looking up a little.

"I'd never hurt you. You know that, right?"

Gerard felt bad now. In the past two months, Frank had never done anything to make Gerard feel bad or awkward. He hadn't even asked for a real kiss. Just been content to hold Gerard and kiss and receive kisses on his cheek.

"No, I'm sorry Frankie. I overreacted. Forgive me?"

"Nothing to forgive beautiful. Do you forgive me for my inability to be serious for more than five minutes at a time?"

Frank smiled hopefully.

"I think that is part of your charm."

Gerard stepped up to Frank and allowed himself to be held in the young man's arms.

"Can we still go to the movies?"

"Of course honey."

He turned them and started to lead the way.

"Just so you know, you missed one of my better bad chat up lines."

"I am sure you will find a reason to use it on me later."

Gerard walked with Frank to his car. He let Frank open the door for him and slid in. He watched Frank go around to the other side and get in.

"Hey, let's go to my place and do the things I'll tell everyone we did anyway."

Frank smirked, before fastening his seat belt, starting the car and heading toward the theatre.

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Mikey was good at hiding. He had to be, it part of his work. He would stand in the club in the far corner watching the bands. When they didn't know they were being watched, was when they were themselves and Mikey could see if they were worth signing. Now he was in a corner of the theater watching his older brother share popcorn with this man. After they made up from their quarrel, they were like two love birds, but he never tried to touch him. Mikey strangely appreciated that. Plus he would have cut his fingers off one by one...not that he may not do that anyway. The movie was about to end so he slipped out and went back to his car to wait for them to come out.

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"Wow! I did not expect that ending! It was so different from the comic, of course it depends which series you look at and...I sound childish don't I?'

Frank shook his head.

"No sweetheart. You sound like an adorable nerd."

He grinned.

"My adorable nerd, wanna get coffee and talk about how cute Quicksilver is in those goggles?"

"Oh baby, talk dirty to me."

This time Gerard didn't try to pull back. Frank laughed softly.

"Can I be your toilet seat so you can sit on me?"

He grimaced right after he said it.

"I'm sorry. That was really bad, but you did say to talk dirty."

He smiled apologetically.

"Eeeewwww Frankie, that one was nasty."

He shoves Frank lightly laughing.

"I know. I'm sorry."

Frank chuckled.

"Hey, have you ever kissed a rabbit between the ears?"

Frank pulled his pants pockets inside out, grinning like an idiot.

"Would you like to?"

Gerard laughed leaning to the side. His head rested against Frank's. When he turned to look at Frank, their foreheads were still touching. Gerard felt a moment of bravery looking into the man's eyes. He rubbed their noses together lightly. He whispered.

"Eskimo kisses."

Frank smiled softly.

"You're too cute. You know that?"

"Nah, I'm just me."

Frank chuckled as they reached the door of the little coffee shop on the corner. He held it open for Gerard.

"Ladies first."

Gerard did a mock curtsy and entered the building.

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Gerard arrived home and saw that Mikey was still not there. He opened the door to the dark house and walked in.

"So who is he?"

Gerard screamed and jumped as he whirled around to see Mikey hiding in the shadows.

"M-M-Mikey, you're h-h-here."

Mikey stepped out of the shadow and slowly walked up to him.

"What's his name Gerard."

"Who, what are you..."

"Gerard..."

"Frank."

"Frank what?"

"Mikey please don’t?.. I like him and he is good to me and..."

"Frank what?"

Gerard knew he lost.

"Iero."

"Thank you Gee."

Mikey kissed Gerard on the cheek and then went into his room. Gerard walked into his and collapsed on his bed and sobbed.

***Time Stamp: One Week Later***

Mikey looked up at the UPS building. He knew that Frank would start his route soon. He leaned against the building smoking, waiting for him to appear so they could chat.

"Okay, thanks Olivia."

Frank grinned accepting his route sheet for the day with a wink. She was always flirting with him, and although Frank was pan sexual, he still wasn't interested. In fact, he hadn't really been interested in anyone since the day he had been sent to McKinley's, the company that Gerard worked for, and seen that beautiful creature for the first time.

"Are you ever gonna ask me out Frankie?"

Olivia purred, in all her bleach blonde, fake tanned, fake nailed, fake boobed glory. Frank sighed, leaning one hand on her desk.

"I'm sorry sugar, but I'm taken. You know that."

"What?Some boy?"

She sneered nastily.

"You should be with a real woman, not some freak."

Frank glared angrily at her, standing away from her desk.

"You haven't been real since you were old enough to get your tits done!"

He turned to go, then spun back.

"Oh and by the way? They're crooked!"

Then he turned and left with his route in his hand, and Olivia's protests ringing in his ears. Once outside, Frank sighed heavily. He shouldn't have done that. He should've just walked away. Pulling his sunglasses from his pocket, he slipped them on and headed across the street to pick up his delivery van.

"Excuse me."

Frank turned at the sudden voice and was met by a tall, well everyone's tall to Frank, thin boy, with straight dark hair, black and white rimmed glasses, and a somewhat familiar face.

"Yes…wait, do I know you?"

"No, but we have a mutual friend."

"Really?Who?"

"Walk with me a moment. I'd rather not talk where people can hear us."

He pointed to the blonde that had stuck her head out the door and was eavesdropping. Frank looked back and scowled at Olivia.

"No. Me either."

He turned back to the young man.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Michael."

"Oh wait..."

Frank stopped walking.

"…you look so familiar. Aren't you Gerard's brother?"

Mikey was surprised. He didn't think Gerard mentioned him at all.

"Yes, I am. Well it is nice that he talks about me, but I have to say, he had not really mentioned anything about you."

"He hasn't?"

Frank's face fell. He thought they were getting close.

"Oh."

He looked down for a moment, collecting himself, then looked back up.

"So, what did you wanna talk about?"

His whole demeanor had gone from happy and excited, to deflated and sad in a second.

"Well actually I wanted to hear about you. I mean, I find out that my brother has a new beau and I want to hear all about him. So...any siblings?"

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Gerard was freaking out. He had no idea what Mikey was planning. He held the UPS package to his chest willing Frank to appear in his brown truck. His heart stuttered when he saw him pull up. He was smiling as he pushed his way into the lobby.

"Hi sweetheart."

Frank beamed as he walked up to Gerard's desk.

"How's your day going?"

"Frankie."

Gerard was up and around the desk. He dropped the parcel and ran into his arms.

"You're here."

Frank caught Gerard, staggering back a step.

"You okay baby?"

He asked, concern edging his voice.

"I was afraid I wouldn't see you."

Frank laughed lightly.

"Beautiful. I'll always come."

He snickered quietly before whispering in Gerard's ear.

"I'm like Domino's Pizza. If I don't cum in 30 minutes, the next one is free."

Gerard pushed him away lightly laughing.

"Now you made me hungry for pizza."

"Well, you know, I can take my lunch break whenever you're due yours. You wanna grab a double cheese and sit under a tree in the park?"

Gerard's phone rang and he knew who it was.

"Hang on Frankie."

Gerard walked around and grabbed the phone as Frank picked up the package that he dropped.

"Tell him yes."

Gerard's eyes went wide as he looked past Frank outside and saw Mikey. Mikey had followed Frank here. Frank stood checking the parcel off on his list, then looked up as Gerard looked back at him. He grinned.

"So, we on for lunch?"

"Yeah, sounds great Frankie."

"Good job Gee. See you later."

Frank grinned wider as Gerard hung up his cell and set it on his desk.

"Excellent."

He glanced at his watch.

"It's nearly one. You ready now? Or do you want me to come back in a half hour?"

"Come back so I can finish what I was doing okay?"

"Sure baby."

Frank crooked a finger at Gerard, determined to use that line he'd fucked up with that one time.

"Did I forget something?"

Gerard walked over to Frank worrying that there was a problem with the parcel he dropped.

Frank grinned, wrapping one arm gently around Gerard's waist and wiggling the finger in his face.

"I made you cum with one finger; imagine what I could do with my whole hand."

Gerard giggled at the line and then without even thinking about it, he leaned in and kissed Frank...properly.

Frank smiled happily into the kiss, wrapping his other arm around his beautiful boyfriend and pressing into it. Gerard melted a bit...then his phone rang. Frank giggled slightly, pulling back.

"You're so popular today."

He kissed the tip of Gerard's nose.

"See you in half an hour.

He winked then turned and left Gerard to answer his call.

Gerard watched him go and then reality hit him. He ran to the phone.

"Mikey Mikey, it's not...don't..."

But there was no sound, just breathing and Gerard realized just how much he actually fucked up.

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Frank was running late. The parcel he had gone to get while he waited for Gerard to be ready for lunch had not even been ready when he got there, and then there was an accident three blocks away from McKinley's, that caused him to have to take a different route. By the time he parked up across the street from the office building, he was a good twenty five minutes late.

"Damnit!"

He exclaimed as he struggled to get the door of his van open.

Frank never showed. Gerard didn't want to believe that his brother moved that fast, but it was hard to deny the facts. He felt sick. He lost another one. He made an excuse that he was not feeling well and they let him go home. He hardly missed days so they did not question it. Now he was home curled up in bed mourning the loss of another.

Mikey was fucking pissed. He hated that he was right, but once again someone had hurt his brother. He was glad that he kept his knives with him at all times. He went to Frank's apartment and waited quietly in the shadows for the bastard to return.

Frank really wanted to call Gerard to see how he was feeling. When he'd arrived at the other's work, basically a half hour late, and was told that Gerard had gone home sick, his first instinct had been to call him. His second was to face palm because he'd forgotten his phone that morning, and it was sitting on his dresser at home. He headed back to the UPS building and used the phone in the break room to call Gerard. After a half dozen rings, it went to voice mail.

"Hi sweetheart. I'm sorry you're feeling ill, I guess you're sleeping right now. Um…I was running late anyway, cos some dozy mare didn't put the right address on a package, but..haha.. you don't need to hear how much I hate my job sometimes. Anyway, look, I left my cell at home, so I'll call you when I'm finished work. Get some rest baby. Talk to you later. I love you, bye."

The rest of Frank's day had gone so fucking slowly, and was populated by officious assholes who looked down their noses at Frank, and made him want to stab a bitch. Finally he was done. He had dropped the van off at the depot, and clocked out at the reception desk, thankful that Olivia wasn't there, and headed home.
Frank had ridden to work that morning on his custom built motorcycle, which he'd saved up for over the space of nearly ten years, during which he'd lived off of little but Raman Noodles to save money, cos it meant that he could slip past the traffic with ease. A journey that would take a half hour by car, took him less than fifteen minutes on his bike, plus, it was a good way to relax.
Arriving home, Frank drove up onto his driveway, and parked up next to the house. He turned off the bike, removed his helmet, then headed toward his door.

Mikey watched as the man that broke his brother's heart arrived on a pretty sweet machine. He might think about adding that to his collection. He watched him dismount and head to the door. He readied the needle and then with his hand to his side quietly moved from the shadows. Frank fumbled his keys and they slipped from his fingers, falling with a clink onto the front step.

"Fuck."

He muttered, reaching down to scoop them up.

"Frank."

Frank stood back up and turned around to the voice, confused.

"Michael?"

"You missed lunch today. We were disappointed."

"We?"

He frowned, then shook his head.

"I was delayed with work, you know how it is. And when I got to Gerard's building, they told me he'd gone home sick."

Frank rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward, and like he was on trial or something.

"I called him when I got back to my office, but he didn't answer. I left a message."

"Of course you did. Still mistakes were made."

"Mistakes? What're you talking about?"

Frank found the right key and turned to unlock the door.

"You wanna come in for a coffee?"

Mikey quietly brought the syringe out and raised it up.

"The kind of mistakes that can set Gee back, but don't worry, I know you won't make them anymore."

He grabbed Frank's head and stuck the needle into his neck releasing the liquid sleep inside. It only took a second and Frank fell backwards in his arms.

"Now time to make everything right again."

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Gerard woke up around eight. He looked at his phone and saw that he missed a message from an unknown number. He hit the voicemail and listened.

*"Hi sweetheart. I'm sorry you're feeling ill, I guess you're sleeping right now. Um…I was running late anyway, cos some dozy mare didn't put the right address on a package, but..haha.. you don't need to hear how much I hate my job sometimes. Anyway, look, I left my cell at home, so I'll call you when I'm finished work. Get some rest baby. Talk to you later. I love you, bye."*

Frank didn't forget him. He didn't stand him up at all and he...loved him. Gerard felt his heart stir. No one but Mikey had said that to him in a long time and meant it. He looked for another call from Frank, but there was none. The next call was Mikey.

"Don't wait up."

"No, oh no!"

Gerard got dressed quickly and ran out of the house. He had to get to Mikey's work space. Maybe there was still a chance to save Frank. Maybe.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How's you?..

More naf chat up lines for you, an "I love you", and Frankie's in trouble!.. Don't ever say we don't spoil you.

Til next time.. PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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