Taming of the Punk

"Something is going on with the four of them."

Gabe grumbled as he fixed his cravat.

"I almost had Ryan last year and then his spinster of a brother had to ruin that."

"Isn't that because you had Frank already?"

Gabriel turned around and looked at the creature lounging in his bed...well not his master bedroom in his childhood home of course, they were in one of the guest houses on the estate.

"And where did you hear that my dear?"

He slinked up to the bed, impressed with the boy's knowledge. He sat down next to him and caressed his cheek.

"I hear things."

The boy said simply, stretching his arms up and arching his back languidly.

"Gossip gets around."

"And what did you hear that I did to the older Iero brother?"

The boy smirked.

"I heard that you took his virginity."

"That would be a terrible thing to do to a helpless maiden fresh into society."

The boy rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Yes it would, wouldn't it...That does not mean that you did not do it."

He moved onto his hands and knees and crawled toward Gabriel, a lustful look in his eyes.

"After all, it would not be the first or last flower that you have...plucked."

He climbed into the older man's lap as he breathed the last word.

"It could be though if I could get the younger Iero brother. He may set me on a path of morality and righteousness."

"And wouldn't thatbe a shame."

The boy murmured in Gabriel's ear, before licking the lobe.

"You are too much my dear. You are going to wear me out."

The boy smirked.

"I do try."

He giggled after a moment then climbed off of Gabriel's lap and crossed the room, naked, to grab a cigarette from the Gay Boy's pack he'd placed on the mantle. He withdrew a white stick and placed it between his pink lips before picking up a fire lighter, lighting it in the fireplace, then lighting his cigarette. He turned back to face Gabriel.

"But if you have your...heart..."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"...set on young Ryan, then maybe we can be of assistance to each other."

"I am intrigued. What do you get out of this agreement?"

The boy grinned wickedly.

"I get Gerard Way, and my brother gets Michael Way."

Gabriel looked down at Victor.

"Brother's for brothers huh?"

Victor grinned.

"Exactly!"

"Well I know what you want, and you gave me what I want from you, but what do I get from your brother?"

Gabriel had a reputation for asking for a lot before he delivered on anything in business. Once he did though, people were astounded.

Victor smirked, taking a drag of his smoke.

"Well, if all goes to plan, you will have Ryan, Mike and I will have the Ways, and Frank...will have nothing."

He took a last drag before flicking the butt into the fireplace.

"Isn't that what you want?"

He cooed, running his index finger down Gabriel's bare chest.

"What I want is your brother's loyalty as well."

Gabriel plucked the cigarette from Victor's fingers and took a drag himself.

"You will have it, and him too..."

Victor giggled.

"...if I know my brother even a little bit."

"Then I think we have an agreement."

Victor grinned as he slipped down onto his knees.

"Let us celebrate our deal."

He wiggled his eyebrows as he took the older man into his mouth with a moan.

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Frank watched as Ryan excitedly got dressed. They were going on a country trip to Sussex and staying at the Way's relatives. Both of the boys were already packed and now they were just waiting for the Way's carriage to arrive.

"Do I look alright Frank?...I really want to make a good impression."

Ryan spun to face his brother, teeth worrying his lower lip nervously.

"Is that one of those modern fashions coming out of Paris?"

Ryan nodded enthusiastically.

"It is, yes...Do you like it?"

"I think that Michael will like it very much."

Frank brushed himself off.

"What do you think of mine?"

He didn't add that he was concerned about a certain older Way's opinion.

"I believe that Gerard will approve."

"I do not care what the older Way thinks, or any gentlemen for that matter. I dress for myself."

"Of course."

Ryan rolled his eyes as he turned back to his mirror.

Frank looked at his reflection again and saw a little stubble. He quickly moved to the mirror and basin and shaved again. Ryan turned and saw this..

"Hold on, let me do that...you will cut yourself."

He stepped over, tutting, and took the straight razor from his brother's fingers, motioning for him to sit down.

"I have been shaving longer than you, you know."

Frank huffed, but sat down as he was instructed.

"And yet, you still manage to miss that one spot on your neck...every time."

Ryan grinned, dipping the razor into the water bowl then using his other hand to tilt Frank's face to the angle he desired.

"Shush now brother...let me work."

"But we will be late..."

"If they are true gentlemen, they will wait."

Ryan said with finality as he set about shaving Frank's face to baby-smoothness.

"Hurry Michael or we will be late."

Gerard kept looking at his watch and then looking as Michael continued to peruse the florist looking for the perfect bouquet for Ryan.

"They ought to like this pretty bunch."

"I do know they like purple, but still, the yellow has such a brightness to it."

"I can bring them togeverf'yagovna."

"Yes, yes I think that will work."

Michael watched the flower woman put the two bundles together in a pretty arrangement.

"I added some white to it too govna."

Michael took the bunch from the old woman.

"Perfect."

Gerard was stood with his arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Are you finally done Michael?...Do you not wish to spend another hour choosing ribbon like a woman?"

Michael turned to his brother and scoffed.

"You are just upset because you know that the elder Iero would not take any gifts from you."

Gerard smirked slightly, patting his overcoat's pocket.

"Oh, I have a gift for him...do not worry yourself about that."

"'ere you are govna."

Michael paid the woman and then climbed back into the carriage.

"Good. Now let us go."

Gerard huffed, knocking on the ceiling of the carriage to tell their driver to continue their journey.

The carriage took off and Michael leaned and looked out of the window, dreaming of how Ryan will react to the flowers.

"Alright Gabriel, the wheel is well and truly stuck. You should leave now, before the Ways arrive."

Victor smirked at his sometime lover as he and his brother sat in their open carriage, half way across the ford, with one wheel buried in the loose mud of the river bed.

"Good luck boy's, I hope you get your...Ways."

Gabriel smirked and then kissed Victor. He then turned to Mike.

"And you and I have a rendezvous soon my dear."

Mike winked in return...he was even more flirtatious than his brother, if that were possible.

"Indeed. I look forward to it Master Saporta."

Gabriel helped himself to a taste of the boy's lips and then he was mounting his horse and was gone.

"And now we wait."

Victor sighed as the brothers awaited their rescue.

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Gerard was almost falling asleep to the rattle of their carriage along the small tracked road, when he was jostled awake by it coming to a sudden halt.

"What on Earth?"

He frowned, glaring at his brother as if this was somehowhisfault.

"There seems to be a carriage stuck in the Ford Sirs."

"We best go see if the occupants are alright."

Michael opened up the door of the carriage and climbed out. Rolling his eyes, Gerard reluctantly followed. As he rounded the front of their carriage, patting the grey mare as he passed, he felt like laughing at the sight before them...Out of everyone that could get stuck in this predicament, he felt that the Veil brothers deserved it the most. He schooled his face though, as they appeared to be genuinely distressed, and joined his brother in going to their assistance...It was only Gentlemanly, after all.

"Oh my. Whatever has occurred?"

He asked, somehow keeping the amusement from his voice.

"The wheel is stuck..."

Victor simpered.

"Well then, let's get it unstuck shall we?"

Michael took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. He then crouched down to take a closer look.

"Looks like it will take some feat of strength to get this out."

"I guess you will just have to live here then."

Gerard said, as seriously as he could.

"Gerard Arthur Way, I am surprised at you!"

Michael was embarrassed. He turned to the brothers who were clearly upset with their predicament.

"Please excuse the rudeness of my sibling. He was not able to connect his head to his heart this morning."

"I was joking brother..."

Gerard rolled his eyes.

"Did you leave your sense of humor at home this morning?"

He tutted, stepping over to the Veil brother's horses and taking the harness of one in his firm grip.

"Now..."

He turned to their own driver.

"Phillip, would you assist my brother in pushing the carriage, while I convince these beautiful animals to pull a little harder?"

"Yes Sir Master Way, but be careful, ya knows ‘ow skittish the ‘orses can be."

Phillip got down with Michael and began to push on the wooden wheel as Gerard persuaded the black mares to move. It seemed like it was working till a crack was heard and the wheel broke in half causing the carriage to jolt and Michael and Phillip to fall forward into the mire. The Veil brother's screamed in fright and that caused the horses to rear up at Gerard.

”Spirit no!”

Gerard's eyes widened as he tried to back up...but he just wasn't quick enough, and the next he knew, the mare's left front hoof connected with his chin, sending him backward into the water with a splash, and everything went black.

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"Gee, come on Gee, wake up."

Victor and Mike were stood a couple of feet away, clinging to each other with tears on their faces...This really hadn't gone as they had planned.

"Is...is he alright?"

Victor asked, anxiously. Gerard still wasn't showing a sign of waking up.

Just then a rumble was heard over head.

"Wonderful, just what we need."

"Sir, we need ta get Master Way outta the rain coming."

"We are nowhere near our Estate though and still a ways from our destination."

"Our home is not far from here..."

Mike suggested.

"We could take him there, and send for the doctor if needs be."

"It would be wise Sir."

Michael sighed. He would need to send word to the Iero Estate.

"Alright, but I need a messenger when we get there."

"Of course. We can have one of our stable hands deliver a message to wherever you need one sent to."

Victor said in encouragement as the rain began to fall.

"Let us go now Sir."

Phillip lifted Gerard and carried him to the carriage. Michael gathered the shopping that the Veil Brother's had done from their carriage and brought it to them.

"After you Sirs."

He helped each one into the carriage and then himself. His brother was sprawled out on one side. Victor and Mike sat side by side with matching concerned looks on their faces.

"I dohope he is alright...It was so gallant of youbothto come to our aid."

Michael realized there was no place for him to sit other than on top of his brother.

"It was the right and chivalrous thing to do."

"Oh, you have nowhere to sit."

Mike said in counterfeit sympathy.

"Come, sit with us...I am certain there is room."

He shuffled a little closer to his brother's side, leaving space beside him.

"Thank you, it's very kind of you."

Michael moved into the small space next to one of the brother's.

"I'm sorry, I don’t believe we have met formally. I'm Michael Way, youngest child of the Way family."

"Oh my..."

Mike giggled slightly, covering his mouth with his hand, coquettishly.

"My name is also Michael, though my friends all call me Mike."

He smiled sweetly.

"I am Victor's younger brother...and the youngest of the Fuentes family."

"Please to make your acquaintance...although I wish it were under more favorable circumstances."

Michael looked concerned at his brother.

Mike nodded sadly, placing a hand gently on Michael's.

"As do I..."

He squeezed the older boy's hand softly, comfortingly.

"I am sure he will be alright."

Michael smiled. Mike was very different from Victor. It was a comfort to know that. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes letting the carriage sooth his fears.

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"It has been over two hours, where could they be?"

Frank was concerned. The rain was coming down harder now.

"Maybe the weather has delayed them..."

Ryan turned to his brother from looking out of the window.

"You know that the ford tends to flood in a downpour."

"I know, I just wish we knew if they were alright."

"Announcing Master Gabriel Saporta."

"Ugh, what is he doing here?"

Frank huffed. He didn't need the man here to ruin his and Ryan's holiday.

"Maybe he became stranded by the rain."

Ryan suggested.

"We should be good hosts."

Frank rolled his eyes, but nodded. They both headed downstairs and Frank was shocked. Gabriel was drenched from head to toe and covered in mud.

"I was riding to see the Crestlors when the storm hit. My horse was spooked by the thunder and threw me."

"Oh my..."

Ryan gasped.

"You will catch your death in those wet clothes."

He turned to one of their servants.

"Ah, Joshua...would you please prepare a warm bath for Master Saporta, and find him some dry clothing to wear."

"Very good Sir."

Gabriel sneezes.

"I will have cook prepare you a warm broth. We do not want you to become ill, do we Frank?"

Ryan turned warning eyes to his brother.

"Of course not. We aren't heathens on course."

Ryan left the room to request the broth, leaving Frank and Gabriel together. They were not alone, as Rose, the brothers' ex-governess, and now their ageing housekeeper, was sat in the corner of the room, darning socks and acting as chaperone for the pair.

"You look nice Frank."

Gabriel looked around, but did not want to sit on the furniture and soak it.

Rose watched as Frank raised an eyebrow but didn't reply. She knew of Master Saporta's reputation, having heard the stable hands and several of the household staff not soquietly gossiping about him, and she was glad to see that Master Frank wasn't taken in by his charms.

"I have an outing planned for the holiday."

Frank was willing to make small talk, for propriety sake.

Rose was proud of the boy.

"Where are you going if I may ask?"

"No you may not. Just know that I am taking leave with my brother as soon as our traveling companions arrive."

"They are not likely to arrive in this storm."

Ryan returned with the boy he'd sent to draw the bath. He was just in time to see his brother becoming agitated by something, though he was too late to know what. He addressed Gabriel to defuse the situation.

"Master Saporta. Your broth will be brought up to you as soon as it is ready. Joshua here will assist you with your bath."

"Thank you Ryan."

Gabriel started to move and then winced.

"Are you hurt?"

Ryan asked in concern.

"I fear I may have sustained a bit of injury when I hit the ground."

Ryan looked to his brother.

"Should we send for the doctor, do you think?...Would he come in this weather?"

"No no, no need to inconvenience.I am sure that I will be..."

Gabriel took a step and started to fall.

"Oh!"

Ryan gasped, dashing forward to catch the other man.

"Are you alright?"

He asked with his arms around Gabriel's waist as he helped him over to a chair...ignoring the dirty water that soaked through his new waistcoat.

"I'm good. I should get to the bath before I lose the hot water and soothing steam."

"Of course."

Ryan smiled.

"Joshua will take you now, as I must change before Icatch a chill."

Gabriel went to let go of Ryan, but winced again.

Ryan sighed with a slight laugh.

"Fine...."

He said with fake impatience, rolling his eyes.

"Iwill take you."

He smiled.

"Come along Joshua."

Frank watched as his brother and their personal servant left with Gabriel. He looked at the large grandfather clock. Where was Gerard?

Victor handed the letter that Michael had written to the Iero brothers, to his stable hand who was waiting at the door. He glanced back to see Michael still fussing over his brother as the town doctor attempted to revive him with smelling salts. He turned back to the boy, quietly giving him instructions.

"Go to the ford and collect our carriage, take whomever you need. When you return, come and tell us that the ford was flooded, so you could not make it to the Iero estate...understood?"

The boy didn’t understand why he was not to deliver the message, but he did not want the same punishment that the last boy had so he nodded and was out the door.

Victor returned to Mike and the Way brother's side. He looked at the doctor.

"Why has he not woken up yet?"

Mike took his brother's hand to comfort and calm him.

"He was hit pretty hard. Let him rest up. He is breathing fine so he should be alright in the morning."

The doctor left the smelling salts and powder for any aches and pains Gerard might have when he woke up. Michael sighed.

"I suppose we will have to cancel our holiday now. I should send word again."

"Our stable hand can make the journey again when he returns if you wish."

Mike said softly, smiling at the younger Way.

"And you must both stay here until your brother is well enough to travel."

"I would never leave my brother's side, but I need to get word to my relatives, they would be waiting for us as well."

Michael turned to their driver.

"When the weather lets up, please continue the journey and let them know what has occurred. Perhaps by then we will have heard from the Ieros."

"Very good Sir."

He tipped his hat and then made his way to the servants quarters to wait out the storm. Michael sighed. The best laid plans.

Victor and Mike smirked secretly at each other...noweverything was going to plan.

"I suppose I should change. I wouldn't want to soil any of your belongings."

"Come with us..."

Victor said, one hand still in his brother's, the other outstretched toward Michael.

"Your trunk was brought inside when we arrived. It is in one of the guest rooms. You can change there."

"Thank you, that is most kind of you."

Michael took the boy's hand and wondered if his behavior the other time was a product of Gabriel being there.

Victor smiled as the brothers lead Michael to the guest room.

"Will you be alright, or do you need any assistance?"

"I should be fine thank you."

"In that case, we will go and keep your brother company. Come Mike, let us leave Master Way to his privacy."

Victor turned, but Mike paused.

"This house is a maze Master Way. I should wait and show you back to the drawing room."

He pulled a chair over to stand outside of the changing salon, and sat down.

"Now we can talk while you freshen up."

He smiled innocently up at Michael. Victor smirked at the slightly shocked look on the older man's face, and took the opportunity to slip away, back to where Gerard remained unconscious.

"Um...well I suppose with the doors closed it would not matter, but..."

Michael was not sure how this was looked upon. He would not be in the sight of Mike, but he was going to be in an intimate position.

"The bedroom door can remain open if you are concerned."

Mike said sweetly.

Michael's eye went wide, but then realized he was talking about the outer door. He chuckled a bit for thinking so brazenly.

"I don’t think that would be necessary."

Michael bowed and then walked into the dressing salon backwards closing the double door behind him. He turned and saw the steam rising from the bathing vessel. This was going to feel good after all he had been through.

Mike leaned toward the door, moving the keyhole cover as quietly as possible to peep through...he liked what he saw. Michael had slipped off the last of his clothing and gingerly stepped into the vessel. He winced a little at the heat and then slowly sank down with a groan.

"Are you alright?...the water is not too hot, is it?"

Mike called through the door.

"No no, it is *groan* just perfect."

Michael tips his head back against the edge and closes his eyes.

"I'm afraid that I may be poor company. I feel myself getting quite fatigued."

Michael places a warm cloth over his eyes to block out the light filtering in from the waning day.

"It is quite alright...as long as you do not slip beneath the water."

Michael laughed.

"I don’t think that is a fear my dear."

Mike smirked at the familiarity of address, but did not mention it.

After a few minutes, a maid entered the bed chamber with two bath sheets in her arms, and an apologetic look on her face. Mike signaled for her to remain silent, and take the sheets into the salon...he stood away from the door so she could enter. She opened the door quietly and stepped inside. She placed the sheets onto a chair beside the bathing vessel, then left the room...she didn't close the door properly. Mike had a muchbetter view now...he lowered his voice a little, so that Michael would still believe that the door was closed.

"Tell me...are you enjoying our little town Master Way?"

"I am indeed. I know that Gee was sorry to leave London behind, but I have found this place very quaint with many beautiful sites to take in."

Michael thought about Ryan and how he took his breath away at first sight. he smiled.

"Are there any sights in particular that you have enjoyed?"

Mike fished for a compliment.

"I came upon the most wonderful sight shortly after we arrived. It took my breath away."

Michael thought about Ryan's face, so soft when he touched it and his hand. He should have been wearing a glove, but it got wet so he removed it when he drank and...Michael felt himself shudder as he felt his manhood rising. Forgetting where he was he placed a hand around it and shuddered again.

Mike was sat up straight on his chair, but couldn't see what Michael was doing, though, by the look that had come over his face, he could guess. As quietly as he could, Mike stood and stepped a little closer...now he could see, and he felt his own member hardening.

With Ryan's face dominating his thoughts, the boy's laugh and gentle smile, Michael sped up towards his completion.

Mike slipped his hand inside his own britches, stroking himself slowly as he watched.

"Ah ahah, Ryan."

Michael finished gasping and panting. He then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Mike froze. Michael had called out the younger Iero's name, not his. Pulling his hand free of his britches, as he was no longer in the mood, he quietly turned and left the salon, slowly closing the door shut on the way. He then sat back on his chair to pretend as if nothing had occurred.

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Gerard's eyes fluttered and he groaned quietly. Victor leaned over him, but he did not wake up. Victor smiled and leaned closer, pressing his lips to the other's unresponsive ones. Now Gerard was not Sleeping Beauty, and Victor was no handsome prince, but he was a little disappointed when his kiss did not wake the older boy. He sat back and thought for a moment...perhaps this would need a little more aggression on his part. Looking around to make sure there was no one nearby, Victor placed his hand onto Gerard's clothed crotch and rubbed him through his britches...or rather, the dry ones that Michael and one of the household staff had changed him into. Gerard groaned again, but this time, it sounded different...Victor grinned, and continued.

Mike looked up as a confused looking Michael stepped out of the salon.

"Was your bath refreshing?"

"Yes, quite so thank you."

Michael's skin was red, not from the heat of the bath, but from what he did. He could not believe that he behaved that way in a almost complete stranger's home. It was very undignified.

Mike frowned slightly.

"The water was too hot, was it not?"

"Oh no, the water was perfect."

"Then why are you flushed Master Way?"

Mike asked, innocence in his voice and expression.

"I guess I am just embarrassed that I allowed myself to get so comfortable in your home. It was very inappropriate of me."

"Not at all...you are our guests, and as such, you should treat this house as your own while you are here."

Mike stood.

"Shall we go join our brothers?"

"Yes, I am hoping that Gerard has woken up now. I am still worried about him."

"I am certain that my brother is taking goodcare of him."

Mike smiled.

"Shall we?"

Victor had felt Gerard release. He had moaned quietly through it, but still hadn't woken...it really was quite frustrating. Victor now sat watching Gerard's relaxed face...what else could be tried?

"Has he not woken yet?"

Mike asked as he and Michael entered the room. Victor looked over as they approached.

"I am afraid he has not."

Victor looked back at Gerard.

"It is quite disconcerting."

Michael looked at his brother and realized that he had let himself go in his unwanted slumber.

"I fear I need to attend to my brother. If you will excuse us boys."

"Of course..."

Victor said, standing and taking his brother's hand.

"We will go and find out what the cook has planned for dinner."

The brothers both bowed slightly, then left the room, whispering urgently to one another. The door closed and Michael turned to Gerard.

"I hope the Ieros have gotten our message."

He then sat down and took Gerard’s hand in his willing him to awaken..

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So THAT happened!!...Victor and Mike are naughty, aren't they?!

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