Disarm

Frank awoke with a splitting headache. He didn't remember getting shit-faced!

"Urgh. What the f..."

He opened his eyes, blinking to clear his blurry vision. That was the moment he realized that he had somehow landed himself in really, deep, SHIT.

Frank was tied to a straight backed metal chair, his hands bound behind the back, and his ankles secured to the chair's legs. He looked around the dimly lit room, and felt suddenly quite queasy. The room had a concrete floor and walls, no windows, and just one metal door. There were dark reddish-brown stains on the floor that Frank was loath to admit looked a Hell of a lot like blood, and there was a metal table against the wall with various implements on it that made Frank wish he'd never woken up.

Music started to play piped in from another room.

Well, I don't know why I came here tonight.

I got the feeling that something ain't right.

I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, And I'm wondering how I'll get down those stairs.

Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right, Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Mikey had to laugh as he watched from the shadows. He had a feeling that Frank had seen Reservoir Dogs.

Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you, And I'm wondering what it is I should do.

It's so hard to keep this smile from my face, Losing control, and I'm all over the place.

Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right, Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

After the second refrain, Mikey decided to make an appearance.

"Hello Frankie."

Frank stared in disbelief.

"M-Michael?"

He stuttered.

"What the f-fuck are you doing?"

"Oh you know, just a little dancing. This is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite movies. Have you seen it?"

Mikey starts doing the little shuffle across the floor towards the silver metal table.

"I'm not talking about the dancing Michael."

"Oh please, call me Mikey. Michael is so formal."

Mikey reached for his favorite knife.

"Ok, Mikey."

Frank was quite impressed with himself for not stuttering, or, y' know, pissing himself.

"Can you tell me why you're doing this?"

"It's very simple Frankie and it can be summed up in one word."

Mikey looked at the shine of the blade as it glinted off the light in the room.

"And, and what word's that?"

Mikey turned around brandishing the knife and licked it with his eyes widening madly. He stalked towards the frightened man in the chair.

"Gee."

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Gerard jumped out of his car and ran through the abandoned building. He had to get to Frank. He had to stop Mikey from making a big mistake. He ran into the building that Mikey favored and down the rickety stairs.

"Fuck!"

He slipped and fell down five of them, but he got up again hobbling and kept going.

Frank groaned as he started to come back around. He didn't remember passing out, but he guessed that with the amount of pain he could currently feel, it had been inevitable. He opened his eyes, seeing Mikey grinning wickedly down at him.

"Awww Frankie, we're just getting started. You can't keep passing out on me, so I got this for you."

Mikey held up the bottle of Everclear.

"I'm not th-thirsty."

Frank mumbled, weakly. Mikey laughed.

"Oh honey, it is not for drinking."

Mikey opened the bottle and poured it on Frank's wounds.

The scream was deafening and Gerard ended up on his knees when it hit him.

"Frankie..."

Gerard got up and ran to the end of the long hallway. He burst through the doors.

"STOP!"

Frank's vision blurred out from the pain as he heard someone shouting. He thought for a second that he knew the voice, then everything went black again as he fell limp in his restraints. Mikey looked up just as he started to pour more of the grain alcohol onto his victim to wake him up again.

"Gee, what are you doing here?"

Gerard saw that he was still early, but Frank was still pretty cut up. He ran over and pushed Mikey away.

"Mikey stop! Don't hurt him!"

"Why not? He hurt you and..."

"No he didn't! Listen!"

Gerard pulled out his phone and played the message for him. Mikey blushed a bit.

"Sorry Gee, I just..."

He turned away and Gerard felt bad.

"It's okay, I just...I liked him a lot."

Frank's eyes fluttered, but remained closed. He was coming around again, and he could hear talking. It was muffled, but close and familiar sounding. If it wasn't for the intense pain, he would think he was dreaming.

"Just...give him that serum I know you have Mikey. He will forget all of this and we can drop him off in an alley."

Mikey could see the pain in his brother's eyes. He really liked this one a lot like he said.

"Gee..."

"No, it's okay. He will think he got mugged and then he can go on with his life."

Gerard sniffed and wiped away tears.

"G-Gerard?"

Frank whimpered. Gerard turned around. He walked away from his brother to his...ex-boyfriend.

"Hey Frankie. Don't worry. Everything is going to be okay. You will see. When you wake up, it will all be a bad dream."

Gerard leaned in and kissed him on the cheek lightly. He then turned away to Mikey who was at the table preparing the needle. Gerard shivered cause he hated them, but he wanted Frank to be happy again...even if it was without him.

"Go ahead Mikey."

Mikey nodded and then walked up to Frank with the syringe.

"You are lucky Frankie. He really cares about you, you know."

Mikey positioned the needle against Frank's skin.

"Perhaps we will meet again...in another life."

"No please M-Mikey."

Frank begged, his eyes trying hard to focus on the other man.

"I d-don't want t-to forget him."

Tears ran down his cheeks, mixing with blood.

"L-Let me t-talk to him, please?"

Mikey looked at his victim shocked. He pulled the needle away from Frank's arm and then held it very close to his eye.

"If you say something to upset him more, I promise you this will go into your eye and it will not be pleasant."

"I won't."

Frank promised, his breath hitching. Mikey nodded and walked away. He spoke to his brother for a moment and then stepped out of the room. Then Frank and Gerard were alone. Frank watched nervously as Gerard hesitated before walking over.

"Gerard."

Gerard said nothing. He stood there nervously wringing his t-shirt in his hands.

"Gerard please? We're good together, aren't we? Are you gonna let that slip away or are you gonna give me a chance?"

Gerard was in shock. His brother was torturing this man and was going to kill him and he was acting like he did something wrong, not the brothers.

"Frankie...I don't understand?"

Frank sighed.

"I love you Gerard, and I wanna be with you."

He swallowed, choking slightly, then spitting blood from his pale lips.

"I can k-keep my mouth shut about this."

He indicated the room and his current position.

"But, but if you d-don't feel the s-same for me then..."

He dropped his eyes to the floor.

"Then let him t-take my m-memories."

Gerard dropped to his knees.

"No no no! I love you too, I just never met anyone like you before and I thought it was selfish of me to make you stay."

"Don't you get it idiot? I want to stay. I liked you even before you n-noticed I exist. I was going to be moved to a d-different route, but the day you started work at McKinleys..."

He chuckled.

"…well let's just say I b-bribed my boss with two tickets to see Iron Maiden at M-Maddison Square Garden, in exchange for letting me keep the route."

"You did that for me?"

Gerard laughed.

"That's quite a lot to give up for something you did not even know would work."

"I had f-faith in my ch-chat up lines."

Frank smirked slightly, though it looked pained. Gerard reached around and untied Frank's arms.

"They were pretty good."

"W-Were they good enough?"

"I'm here aren't I?"

Frank smiled tiredly.

"I'm trying to th-think of one now, and I got nothing."

His eyes fluttered as he slumped sideways, passing out once again.

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Frank woke up to find himself laying on a bed, in an unfamiliar room. He could still feel pain, but it was less, and from the feel of it, his wounds had been tended to and dressed. He looked around the room without moving too much. He knew right away that this was Gerard's room. There was no sign of the other man though.

"Gerard?"

He called quietly, nervous in case Mikey was the one to come instead.

"He's sleeping."

Mikey walked in with two cups of coffee. He put one down on the nightstand and sat on the end of the bed with his own staring at Frank.

"Oh."

Frank looked at the cup next to him, unsure if it was safe or not. If Mikey made it then, who knew?

"I just saved you from dying, I'm not about to poison you, geeze Frankie."

Mikey rolled his eyes and took a sip from his mug and then switched them and took a sip from Frank's.

"There you happy? Paranoid freak."

He mumbled the last part under his breath.

Frank looked down guiltily, picking up the other cup.

"You can't blame me. You did torture me."

He took a sip.

"I promise your secret's safe. I won't say a word. Gerard means too much to me, and it would hurt him if anything happened to you."

He drank a bit more, not sure what else to say.

"And what do you think my secret is Frankie?"

"No I-I just mean I won't tell anyone what happened. What you did to me."

"Ah...well no of course you won't tell anyone that, no one would believe you anyway."

Mikey smiled smugly and took a sip of his coffee. Frank frowned slightly, but didn't comment on that.

"I understand why, I think."

"Enlighten me Frankie please."

"Cause you love him."

Frank sipped his drink again.

"I get that."

"Oh."

Mikey didn't expect him to say that.

"I..."

The door opened and Gerard walked in.

"Hey, you're awake."

Frank grinned.

"Yeah. You too."

He patted the bed next to him, feeling a bit safer with Gerard there.

"I'll leave you two to talk."

Mikey got up and kissed Gerard on the cheek. He then left, closing the door. Gerard sat down where Frank patted. He smiled softly at Gerard, well aware that Mikey was probably listening through the door right now. He decided on a less extreme chat up line.

"Ok, I'm here, what do you want for your next wish?"

"Nothing, just you."

Frank's smile spread as he leaned in and gently kissed Gerard's soft lips.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a truck, but you know..."

Frank smirked.

"Alive."

"Yeah...I'm really sorry about that. Mikey is just really over protective of me and..."

"You don't need to explain Gerard."

Frank took Gerard's hands gently in his.

"I get it. He loves you."

He leaned closer, looking deep into the other man's eyes.

"It's understandable."

He nodded seriously.

"It's not that Frankie...it's..."

Gerard took a deep breath.

"Hey Gee. Ray is on the phone for you."

Gerard looked up as Mikey walked in and handed him his phone. Gerard lit up. He had not seen Ray in a while and missed him.

"Hey Ray!"

Frank sat quietly watching his boyfriend. He didn't know who Ray was, but he wasn't a jealous person, and didn't feel the need to ask.

"Really? Yes yes please!"

Gerard bounced up and down on the bed. Frank loved seeing Gerard enthusiastic about things, but he couldn't help but be curious over just what Gerard was so excited about right now.

"Okay, I'll see you when you get here! Bye Ray!"

Gerard hung up smiling. Frank smiled, his eyebrows raised.

"Good news?"

"Yes! My best friend...well only friend from childhood is coming over!"

"That's cool. Tell me about him?"

And Gerard did. He put Ray on a pedestal and talked about how much he saved Gerard when he was bullied.

"Well...I mean when Mikey didn't get to them first."

Frank grimaced.

"Um, does he…I mean…"

He stumbled over his words, not sure if he should even be talking about this or not.

"Huh?"

Frank shook his head, deciding against it.

"Never mind. Doesn't matter."

"How are you doing? Are you feeling better?"

Frank rubbed the back of his neck.

"A bit, but my ribs hurt."

He looked down.

"I'm a little scared to look at the damage actually."

"You're fine, I did less damage than I thought I did, but I stitched you up pretty good."

Gerard looked at Mikey and then at Frank blushing and stammering.

"Uh...M-M-Mikey went to medical school, for a b-bit.

Frank nodded, the color draining from his face a bit. He felt a little sick that the guy could've been a doctor. His head was starting to pound.

"Have you got any painkillers?"

Mikey walked over and pulled the draw next to the bed open. In there were several prescription bottles.

"Choose your poison."

Frank looked in and his eyebrows rose. They rose even further when he saw that none of the prescriptions were in either of the brother's names, but he didn't ask. He grabbed a bottle of Tylenol and popped two pills out, swallowing them dry.

"Thanks."

He murmured, looking down.

"Pussy."

Mikey closed the draw with a smirk. He then leaned against the wall.

"So...here we are..."

"Mikey..."

"Don't worry Gee, I will play nice, but we have another unique situation...although since it happened again, I guess it is no longer unique."

Mikey pulled out a pack and popped a smoke out. He lit it and then after taking a breath of carcinogens in he looked at Frank.

"So Frankie...I may have stitched you up at Gee's request, but I still have not decided if you get to live yet. That is up to you."

He took another drag as Gerard hung his head.

"What are your intentions with my brother?"

"My intentions?"

Frank looked between the brothers, his eyes ending on Gerard, as a soft smile grew on his lips.

"I intend to treat him like he deserves to always be treated. I intend to love him. I intend to protect him from harm and I intend to do whatever it takes to make him happy."

He took Gerard's right hand in his and raised it to his lips, softly kissing the tips of his fingers. Then he smirked slightly at him.

"And I intend to make him laugh at some of the worst chat up lines ever created."

Gerard wanted to cry. No one ever said words like that to him before. He looked at his brother who had stood there just smoking. He finished his cigarette and put it out with his fingers.

"Alright he lives...for now, but mark my words Iero, you fuck up in anyway and there will be no second chances."

Mikey walked over and kissed Gerard's head.

"I'm heading out. I'll call if something comes up."

Gerard nodded not even caring that something will come up cause Mikey was deprived of his kill.

"Okay. Be safe."

Mikey walked to the door and then turned back.

"Always."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How's you?

So that happened!

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