A/N:Hey everyone!

Momiji here! I know usually my lovely Clueless!Gee, ***GeesCLUELESSgirl!*** puts our fics up here, but I wanted to put this one up cause I really need to recommend a fic to you guys! Not really a fic, more like a fucking masterpiece! Make sure you check out Those Dumb Fan Fiction Moments by the very amusing ***Anonymous Writer*** . True fucking genius! ^0^


Okay so onto the chapter, when last saw the Ways, they were in the clutches of the Veil Brothers. Did they survive the night or...did something happen? @~@


Please enjoy guys.

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Ryan woke up to the early morning sunlight slipping through a narrow gap in his heavy bedroom drapes. He squinted and sat up, rubbing his eyes...shouldn't he be somewhere else? It took a moment for him to remember the events of yesterday...how the Ways had not arrived, probably due to the weather...and how Gabriel had shown up, drenched to the skin in mud and water, and was currently sleeping in one of the guest rooms with more blankets than Ryan thought existed in the whole house.


Climbing out of bed, he picked up his robe and slipped it on, then slid his feet into his slippers and left his room. He saw one of the maids...a young girl with almost carrot colored hair called Tilly...coming out of his mother's room along the hallway.


"Tilly..."


He called quietly as he approached her, trying not to wake the rest of the house.


"Yes young Master Iero?"


"Do you know if there has been word from the Ways at all?"


Ryan asked, more than a touch of concern in his voice.


"Yes Master, a messenger arrived in the early, soaked to the bone 'e was. I sent 'im round the servants’ quarters to get clean."


"Oh good. I must dress then go speak with him..."


Ryan smiled at the young girl.


"Thank you Tilly."


"Master Iero."


She bowed and left. Ryan turned and headed back to his room, but changed his mind at the last moment and went to wake his brother. Frank's door was closed, but Ryan didn't bother to knock as he knew that Frank was a heavy sleeper, and he would need to knock the entire door down just to get him to stir. Slipping inside the dark room, Ryan tiptoed to the bedside and leaned in close to his brother's right ear. He took a breath...then...


"FRANK!"


He yelled, knowing that with the door closed, he would not wake anyone else.


"Hells bells!"


Frank bolted up flailing his arms and striking Ryan. Ryan fell backwards, grabbing his cheek in shock, his eyes wide...after a moment, he recovered and frowned.


"That hurt, Frank...I only came to tell you that a messenger came from the Ways."


"You can come up with a better way of waking me up you know!"


Frank rubbed his eye.


"Come here, let me see you."


Ryan pouted and climbed onto the edge of the bed, gingerly removing his hand...his cheek was throbbing quite a bit. Frank carefully touched his brother's face. He leaned in and kissed it gently.


"Sorry Ry."


Ryan sighed, a small smile creeping onto his face.


"I suppose I did deserve it."


He murmured.


"We should get dressed and go see the messenger...yes?"


"What messenger, and you expect me to function properly without coffee?"


"Goodness...you are still asleep..."


Ryan giggled.


"I told you already Frank...a messenger has come from the Ways...He is in the servants' quarters."


"Oh, well then let's hurry!"


Frank got out of bed and threw on a dressing robe, closing it tight. He then left the room quickly with Ryan calling after him. He took the stairs two at a time. He missed the last one and trembled hitting the wall.


"Satan's hand!"


Frank shook it off and kept going. Ryan giggled slightly as he hurried down the stairs after his brother. Frank searched among the servants looking for someone he did not know.


"Frank..."


Ryan caught up with him, placing a hand on his arm.


"Anybody would think that you were concerned for the Ways...or maybe one Way in particular?"


"I am concerned that they both did not arrive during a bad storm last night George Ryan Ross Iero."


Ryan huffed, stopping in his tracks. Frank knew that it bothered him that he had two names because of the honor of their great grandfather. No one liked the man, but it was tradition for one child to carry his name. Ryan got stuck with it, but no one called him that…ever.


"I did not realize that you could feel concern."


"Stuff it Ryan."


Then Frank saw him.


"You boy, you arrived this morning."


"Yes Sir?"


"I am sorry that your journey was unpleasant, but I must know the news you brought."


"Ah...well you see Sir..."


The boy rubbed the back of his neck nervously.


"Beggin' yur pardon, but the wind was pretty nasty an' I fear that I dropped it in a puddle."


Frank looked down in horror.


"But I's remember what it said."


Frank looked up again hopeful.


"It said that...they wus not comin'."


He smiled proudly.


"Yes, well we knew that information already, did they say why?"


"No Sir, my Master didn' say that."


"Who is your Master boy?"


"Why, me Master is Victor Fuentes Sir."


Ryan tilted his head slightly in confusion.


"May I ask, why is it that you are delivering this message?...Where are the Way brothers now?"


"They are with me Masters. One of the Masters passed out last night, wiv a 'eadach. They said 'e 'ad too much spirit."


"Oh..."


Ryan said, his heart sinking.


"Which Master was it?...the elder or the younger?"


He could see from the look on Frank's face that he was about to explode...he decided to try to take control of the conversation.


"Sorry Sir, I don' know their names. 'e 'ad black 'air if that 'elps at all?"


Frank was disgusted. Gerard had gotten drunk and passed out with Victor.


"Thank you. Have yourself a hot breakfast before you journey back."


"Thanks Sir."


Frank left the room quickly.


Ryan watched the boy head toward the kitchen, then went after his brother.


"Frank?"


He pushed Frank's bedroom door open and peered inside.


"Are you alright?"


"Never should have trusted him. He's just like the others. Lesson learned."


Frank was mumbling to himself as he brushed his hair vigorously. Ryan walked over to stand behind him and put a hand over his brother's, stilling it.


"Maybe the messenger got it wrong."


He suggested, prying the brush from Frank's clenched fist and continuing to brush through his brother's hair at a gentler pace.


"You heard him. Too much spirit."


Frank looked at Ryan in the mirror.


"Look, you want to continue with Michael that is fine. I am done with Master Gerard Way."


Ryan sighed...he knew that there was no persuading Frank when he saw red like this.


"As you wish Frank, but you cannot tell me that you will not miss him...and that you have not begun to develop feelings for him..."


Ryan looked Frank in the eye through the mirror.


"...fore I will not believe you."


"Excuse me."


Frank looked and saw a servant in the mirror.


"Yes?"


"Master Saporta is awake and awaiting you for morning meal."


"Thank you."


She bowed and left.


"We must dress quickly...we do not want to keep our guest waiting, do we?"


Ryan smiled tentatively at Frank.


"I still feel fatigued. Please make my excused."


Frank looked at Ryan pleadingly. Ryan sighed. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Frank's head.


"Of course brother...and I will have Tilly bring you up something to eat in a while...alright?"


"When I awaken again yes."


Ryan smiled, gently squeezed his brother's shoulder, then left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.


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"So do you think that you are well enough to travel home today Master Saporta?...weather permitting, of course."


Ryan asked as he sipped his morning tea.


"Why, do you have some private soiree to attend without me."


Gabriel watched Ryan's eyes pop wide.


"I'm kidding. Yes, I should be able to."


Ryan blushed, giggling slightly as he looked down.


"I was not implying that you had to leave immediately."


"Well that makes me feel very welcome Ryan."


Gabriel lifted his cup of coffee to the boy before taking a sip.


"So do you have any plans for today?"


Ryan sighed.


"Well, we were supposed to be going away yesterday, but it seems as though it is no longer happening."


He looked down sadly.


"So I guess that we are free."


"I am glad since I wanted to invite you to join me at The Derby this year. It will cheer you up and I know how you love the horses as Ascot, but that race is still quite far away."


"It is, but I have actually always liked the races at Newmarket better...they just seem more private, less crowded."


Ryan smiled.


"And I know that Frank loves Newmarket as well."


"I know you do, but it is good to branch out and you can find the horse you like the best for the Ascot race."


"That is true, and we have not been to Epsom Downs since we were small children...before father began working on the continent."


Ryan nodded decisively.


"Yes...I think we would both love to accompany you...though I am not sure as to where we would stay, we do not have any family nearby."


Gabriel tried to ignore the fact that Ryan included Frank into this adventure of theirs.


"I have a cousin on my father's side that is close to Downs. I am sure he won't mind putting us up for the night."


"That is good...I feel that Frank is in need of a holiday, he is a little upset I fear."


Gabriel knew he was not going to get out of bringing Frank now.


"I am sure they will find a way to accommodate us all."


He put on a faux smile. Ryan smiled back brightly.


"Wonderful! I will inform Frank of our plans when he wakes."


"Oh, is he not up already? Surprising, I remember him being quite an early riser."


Gabriel had a feeling as to why Frank was still in bed.


"No..."


Ryan said sadly.


"I am afraid that my brother was not feeling his best this morning, and chose to spend an extra hour in his chamber...he should be joining us a little later."


Gabriel finished his coffee.


"I do have a few errands in town to do today. Would you both like to accompany me?"


"Ryan, could you...oh, pardon me."


"Good morning Lady Iero."


"Now Gabriel, you can call me aunt, no need for formalities."


"Of course Aunt Linda."


"Ryan dear, where is your brother, I need a favor from him."


Frank is in his room mother...he was rather fatigued this morning."


"Oh, that's a shame. I needed something in town at the hat shop."


Ryan smiled.


"Well then you are in luck mother, as Master Saporta has just this minute invited Frank and myself to accompany him into town...so we could certainly go into the Milliner's for you if you wish."


"Wonderful, but time is of the essence. You would have to leave right away."


"I can have my horses ready in just a moment."


Gabriel bowed and headed to the stables.


"Such a resourceful young man. He is going to make someone a very handsome husband."


Linda left to get the list and money.


Ryan headed up to inform his brother of their plans. Reaching Frank's door, Ryan once again walked in without knocking...this time, Frank was awake.


"Oh good, you are awake. Gabriel has invited us to join him in town as he has errands to run, and mother wishes us to go to the Milliner for her, so I said that we would go. So get dressed Frank...please."


"You go, I am not up to travel."


Frank's face was pale and had slight tear streaks. He rubbed them away quickly.


"I only awoke to relieve myself and to ask for some bicarbonate."


Ryan sat down on the edge of the bed and gently took his brother's hand...he raised his other to rest against Frank's forehead.


"You are a little warm...should I send for the doctor?"


"No, I will be fine with some more rest."


"Alright..."


Ryan sighed, still holding Frank's hand.


"I will go into town with Gabriel, and I will come back to see you when I return. Would you like me to fetch you anything while I am out, a cake, or some sherbet?"


"One of those small cakes from Aturos would be nice."


Frank gave a weak smile. Ryan smirked slightly.


"Those ones with the cream and strawberries?"


"Yes, that would be lovely."


"Sir. Master Saporta is awaiting you downstairs."


Ryan looked toward the door.


"Thank you Amy, please inform him that I will be down shortly."


He turned back to his bother.


"I will see you soon."


He stood from the bed and headed toward the door, but stopped as he got there and turned with a smile.


"By the way Frank...Gabriel has invited us to take a trip to Epsom Downs with him. He will arrange accommodation for us with his cousin...doesn't that sound fun?"


Ryan grinned and then skipped away to his room to dress for his day out.

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"Oh my head."


Gerard opened his eyes, but the light in the room was considerable.


"Why did Harold open my curtains?"


It took a moment for Gerard to realize that he wasn't in his own bed...or even his own house.


"Hello?"


He called out, pushing himself carefully upright.


"Oh...you are awake..."


Victor grinned from the doorway.


"I will fetch your brother...he was very worried."


He disappeared back out of the room, leaving Gerard alone again. Gerard looked around the room...It was tastefully decorated in pale shades, and the furniture complimented it well in blacks and golds. There were large windows along one wall, and the shutters were open. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming toward him and he turned to look at the door as Michael hurried in, looking thoroughly relieved.


"Michael, what happened? Why are we not at home?"


"Gee."


Michael didn't even think that he had slipped to being informal in front of practical strangers. He ran to his brother's side and hugged him.


"You were knocked pretty badly by Spirit yesterday afternoon when you were helping with the Veil Brother’s carriage. You have been out since then."


"Spirit? Michael...what are you talking about?"


"The horse that was pulling the carriage, his name is Spirit."


"Oh..."


Gerard felt very woolly-headed.


"And where are we now?"


"We have been receiving the hospitality of the brothers."


"Brothers..."


Gerard murmured, frowning slightly as something tugged at the back of his mind. After a moment, his eyes widened and he grabbed Michael's arm frantically.


"The Iero brothers, Michael...they are expecting us...they will think that we changed our minds."


"Don't worry Gee, Master Fuentes sent a messenger to them. i am sure that they have gotten it by now."


"But I should explain in person...Frank won't be happy."


Gerard caught himself then, his eyes darting to where Victor and his brother stood a small distance away, then back to Michael. His voice dropped as he corrected his speech.


"I mean...we should explain, to the Ieros."


"We will, but first we need to make sure you are okay and then you should have morning meal."


"I am...not hungry."


Gerard actually felt a little sick, but told himself that it was nothing to fret about.


"You need to eat something Gee. How about coffee?"


Gerard shook his head, but stopped almost immediately as the movement sent pain shooting to his eyes and temple...he swallowed heavily, the color draining from his face.


"I will fetch a pan."


Mike said quietly to Victor before slipping from the room. Victor stepped closer.


"You should lie down...you do not look well."


"I am...I am alright."


Gerard assured, a moment before he doubled over and threw up on the floor between his feet.


"Oh Gee."


Michael knew that Gerard was going to feel worse now. Gerard sat up, shaking...his face was as white as paper. He turned unfocused eyes toward his brother.


"Tea would be...nice."


His eyes rolled back and he slumped unconscious against Michael's shoulder.


"Gee!"


Michael looked at Mike pleadingly.


"I will send for the doctor again."


Victor said as Mike returned with a bedpan in his hands. Mike put the pan down and crossed the room, gently placing a comforting hand on Michael's shoulder.


"He will be alright."


"I am worried. What if your horse did more damage than we know of?"


Michael sagged his shoulders.


"I have sent my fastest rider to fetch Doctor Brown."


Victor said as he returned.


"Thank you."


Michael could feel his strength ebbing away.


"You should rest..."


Mike said gently.


"Come lay on the other chesterfield...I will fetch you a drink while we wait for the doctor to arrive."


"I don't..."


"I will not take no for an answer..."


Mike put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow at Michael in challenge.


"Now, come along...let me take care of you. Victor will watch over your brother..."


He turned and smirked slightly at the older boy.


"Won't you Victor?"


"Of course...go rest Master Way...you will be of no use to your brother if you can no longer stand yourself."


"Perhaps you are right."


Michael brushed his hand over Gerard's cheek lightly and then resigned himself to the brother's care. Mike took his arm and guided him through to the sitting room across the hallway.


"The chesterfield in here is longer...I fear the other one would be too short for you to be comfortable."


He led Michael to the love seat. He carefully sat him down, then knelt on the floor to remove Michael's shoes.


"You don’t have to do that."


Michael was embarrassed that he was being attended to by a non-servant. Mike looked up, smiling sweetly.


"It is no trouble..."


He placed one hand on Michael's knee.


"I like to help my...friends."


He slid his hand slightly higher up onto Michael's thigh, his eyes meeting innocently with the older man's above him.


Michael was feeling weak willed. He smiled down at the much younger man and then yawned.


"Pardon me; I am afraid the fatigue is pouring over me fast even though I have just arisen."


"Then relax, and allow me to tend to you."


Mike slid his hand higher, and to the inside of Michael's thigh. Michael's eyes were falling shut as he moved to lay down.


"You are really too kind."


Mike brought up his other hand and carefully unbuttoned Michael's britches.


"You cannot sleep in these."


He murmured as he started to pull them down off of Michael's hips.


Sleep was Michael's friend and welcomed. He did not even notice what Mike was doing to him. Mike pulled the older boy's britches down his legs and off of his feet, leaving him naked from the waist down. Mike licked his lips, then leaned in.


The warmth enveloped Michael. It was warm and inviting like a bath.


Mike took Michael's rapidly stiffening member deep into his mouth, wrapping his hand around what wouldn't fit. He sucked lightly, while he slipped his other hand up under Michael's shirt.


The water lapped at his body with its fingers and Michael sighed.


Mike started to bob his head, pressing his tongue flat against the underside of Michael's shaft.


"Mmmm."


The water was holding him tightly as it bathed his body.


Mike moved to the tip and sucked hard before dipping his tongue into the slit.


The sensation was reeling Michael in. It was like nothing he had ever felt before.


Mike licked up the bitter liquid that gathered at the head before sliding his mouth all the way back down and swallowing the tip into his throat.


Michael lay back in the water, enjoying the motion. He let it slip between his fingers as he caressed the waves.


Mike continued to swallow, over and over as he breathed harshly through his nose. He could feel Michael's fingers in his hair, and really wanted the older man to pull, but he didn't.


Michael's class ring got caught in a tangle of reeds and he pulled to set it free trying not to ruin the serenity of the moment.


"Ahhh."


Mike moaned at the feeling...he loved having his hair pulled, but don't ask how he discovered this.


Michael heard a sound. It was far under the water, but it still made him furrow his brow.


Mike lifted up a little, playing his tongue up the underside of the shaft...he had felt Michael's hand still, and knew he had to get him back into it...he couldn't make any more sounds, or he would be caught.


The water continued to gently lap at his body. Michael felt himself relaxing once again.

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Victor was bored. The doctor lived some distance away at the other side of town, so it would be a while before he arrived. Gerard was still unconscious. Victor decided to stretch his legs and go check on his brother.


Standing, he left the room and crossed the hallway. He quietly pushed the door to Mike's personal sitting room open and peered inside...his eyes widened. Mike had his eyes closed as he continued to bob his head, one hand around Michael's base, the other inside his own britches. Victor reached down and pressed his palm against his clothed crotch...he had seen Mike do this before, and it never failed to get him aroused...Mike was very good at it.


A gentle breeze shifted and blew gently over Michael's face. He sighed.


Victor knew that no one would enter this hallway, as it was in the center of their private quarters. Glancing back into his own sitting room, and seeing that Gerard was still asleep, he looked back at his brother and the younger Way, and slipped his hand inside his britches, wrapping his long fingers around his length. Mike's hand moved quickly on his own member as he bobbed his head faster, hearing quiet moans coming from the man above him.


Suddenly the grandfather clock chimed.


Both Victor and Mike panicked...Victor quickly ripping his hand free from his britches, and Mike throwing himself off of Michael and rolling under the love seat, hoping he wasn't seen.


Michael yawned and groped his body for his fob. He felt that he was not wearing his vest. He grumbled and tried to open his eyes, but he was still deep down.


"Five more minutes please Harold."


Michael drifted off again.


Mike sighed quietly...that had been too close. Shuffling back out, he knelt next to the love seat again...should he continue? Victor, still peering through the gap he'd made at the door, willed his little brother on. Mike took a breath, then returned to his ministrations. Victor grinned and slipped his hand back inside his clothing.


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Michael woke up feeling refreshed. He sat up to see that the younger Veil brother was still at his feet with his hand intimately on Michael's knee. Michael; should be bothered by this, but he remembered the care that he was given and brushed it off. He gently roused the boy.


"Master Fuentes."


"Hmm?"


Mike lifted his head from the edge of the seat, a yawn on his lips. He looked up.


"Oh, Master Way...I do apologize for falling asleep...I fear that I did not sleep well last night from concern for your brother."


"It is alright."


Michael touched his shoulder lightly.


"Thank you for your concern for me."


Mike smiled lightly.


"We should see how he is, yes?"


"Yes please."


Michael stood up and then helped Mike up. Mike smiled and they headed back through to Victor's personal sitting room together...Gerard was still unconscious, and Victor was asleep in the chair at his side.


"It looks as if Victor was concerned as well."


Mike smiled.


Michael smiled. He didn't understand why his brother did not like this man.


"It is of a late hour and none of us have had morning meal yet."


Mike nodded and went to the servant's bell on the wall by the door. He pulled it twice, and returned to Michael's side as the older boy took a seat...he sat next to him, perhaps a little closer than propriety dictates.


"I have called down to the kitchen..."


He said softly, seeing the worry in Michael's eyes as he gazed at his brother. He lay a hand on Michael's knee, gaining his attention.


"The doctor should arrive shortly. I am certain that your brother will be alright."


"Yes Master?"


The servant arrived promptly.


"Ahh, Benjamin...could we have breakfast for three brought up to us please?"


Mike glanced at Gerard, then back at the boy.


"Master Way is still unwell, and we not wish to leave him alone...also, the doctor should be arriving soon, could you make certain that he is brought straight up please?"


"Yes Sir."


The servant left with a quirk of his brow, but Michael caught it.


"I should get dressed...for proprieties sake of course."


Mike looked down at himself and giggled slightly.


"I suppose I should also..."


He smiled.


"You can dress in my salon if you wish and I will use Victor's."


"Thank you.”


Michael rose and bowed and then headed for the dressing salon at the back of the room. Mike smiled and stood, walking over to his brother and shaking his shoulder until he stirred, opening blurry eyes at him.


"Breakfast will be here soon, you should get dressed..."


He started to walk away, then turned and stepped back, leaning down and lowering his voice...his hand resting on Victor's opposite shoulder.


"By the way Victor...did you enjoy the show?"


He smirked, letting his hand trail across his brother's chest for a moment before he turned and left the room...and his brother, whose eyes were about the size of saucers.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So i guess you're wondering why you got this ch twice, well this site is stupid, and when one of us puts a ch up, the other one can't get into it to edit or add notes, so I had to take this ch down as momiji put up, do a quick check and add my note...which, looking at it now, may not have been worth it, but here it is anyWays.

So, any thoughts on the Fuentes brothers?

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