Taming of the Punk

"Please Sir, if you will just hear me out!"

The gentleman in the soaking wet clothing turned around and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Lady Iero, with all do respect, that...son of yours is going to be the death of your linage. No one is ever going to want to marry him and therefore, you will never be able to marry the one good son that you have."

"MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED YOU TOAD!"

From the third story of the manor came a lob of green goo aimed quite well at its target. The suitor wiped it from his face and then looked at the Lady before him.

"I will pray for you Madam."

He then turned and stalked away. Lady Iero sighed and looked up at her oldest son. He was laughing to the point that he could fall out the small opening.

"Franklin Anthony Iero!"

"Yes Mother?"

She looked at him and then shook her head walking away.

"Serves him right."

Frank moved from the window and lay down on his bed. They were coming in less amounts now, but they were still coming.

"Why do I have to get married anyway?"

From the doorway of his bedroom he heard a voice answer him.

"Perhaps because I want to?"

Frank looked up and saw his little brother Ryan.

"Why do you have to be so selfish Frank? Is it too much to ask for you to act like an actual human being for once? Couldn't you just accept someone so I could be presented?"

Ryan huffed, arms crossed over his chest. Frank rolled his eyes.

"Why do you want to be presented? Dressed up like a doll on display in a room full of animals with only one thing on their mind. It is barbaric to say the least."

"Oh and you've never fluttered your eyelashes at a gentleman when he's shown you attention, I suppose?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow.

"No I haven't Ryan, do you know why?"

"Why? Is it because you have no soul?"

Frank just looked at Ryan. He got out of bed and walked to the doorway. He pushed Ryan and slammed the door in his face locking it.

"Bitch."

Ryan huffed under his breath before walking away. He was done. No one would ever tame his brother.

"Gee, I'm so bored. There is nothing to do in this town. Why did we move here again?"

"Because, dear Michael, the mayor of London did not appreciate me sniffing around his precious little boy...as you well remember."

Gerard said as he lounged on the love seat with his legs hung over the side, his eyes closed, and a cigarette between his lips.

"Gee..."

Mikey whined a bit as he sipped his wine.

"Stop calling me Michael, mother is not around and you know how I hate it."

Mikey took a drag of his own cigarette.

"It's true about the mayor though, you were not looking to make an honest match with his son."

"Oh but he was so sweet Michael, like sugar."

"Yes and that is why mother has sent you to the dentist so many times, right Gee?"

Mikey added a smirk as he held his hand up for the salon steward to come to him. Gerard frowned. He hated the dentist. So far, he had avoided having any teeth removed, but that was only because he punched the last dentist that tried.

"Now you're boring me."

He huffed, finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out in the silver ashtray next to him.

"Did you need something Sir?"

The young steward came over. He blushed when he looked at Gerard.

"Yes, can you bring come cognac please?"

Gerard perked up at this.

"Yes. I'd like some cognac as well. Please."

He smirked as the boy blushed under his gaze.

"Gee..."

Michael tried to admonish his older brother, but he knew it was no use. The steward left and then returned with the drinks.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Sirs?"

This time he made eye contact with Gerard.

"Definitely."

Gerard said, drinking his cognac down in one go then standing from the lounger.

"Join me in my chamber. I need some...assistance."

He turned and headed toward the door, then stopped and looked back.

"See you later Michael..."

He looked at the boy.

"Well, are you coming?"

Michael watched his brother go and shook his head. At this rate he would be shocked if they ever found someone that could tame his brother's wild ways.

Notes

Hi there my little chipmunks...

So here we go again with a new fic.
This is a kind of mash up of Taming Of The Shrew, and 10 Things I Hate About You...set in Victorian England, as we had so much fun writing The Gardener.

We hope you enjoy this, as we're already enjoying writing it.

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