Somewhere I Belong

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

"I can't do this Mikey! It’s like he's broken or something! He can't think for himself, he expects me to give him direct orders all the time or he just stays where he is and does nothing!"

Gerard splashed water out of the tub with his fist. He was so frustrated. It had been almost a week since Master brought the new pet...his pet to the house and no one knew what to do. Gerard had to tell him everything, including when to eat and sleep. He even had to be told to use the bathroom! Gerard was exhausted trying to deal with it all. Master had left him to his own devices and only played with the other pets. Gerard still had Mikey since only he did anything with him, but he was too exhausted to even do that. Lately he just slept with Mikey in the big bed and cried tears of more and more frustration as the days went by.

"I should just tell Master that I give up. That he made a mistake and that I can't be like him."

"You can't give up Gee..."

Mikey said, stroking his exhausted brother's hair soothingly.

"Where is Frank now?"

"I told him to clean his bunk, but knowing him he cleaned the whole fucking room. Bob wanted to kill me last time. Frank moved his mother's locket."

Gerard shuddered how a boy that loves to be humiliated could be so intimidating. Mikey hummed in thought.

"You need to be more specific. Like, don't just say 'clean your bunk', show him the boundaries within which you want him to clean. Tell him not to clean outside of that space...I bet he'll do it right."

"I'm not his parent Mikey. Hell, I didn't even do that shit when I raised you!"

Gerard then remembered how fucked he was. Back then turning tricks to support his habit and putting both in danger.

"I'm sorry Mikey. I was a lousy big brother."

Mikey shook his head.

"No. You kept me alive till we found our place here...I'm betting Frank hasn't had anyone to look out for him like that, and he probably worked out pretty quick that the best way to not get hurt, was to be the best pet he could. He doesn't know the rules here yet, cos you won't sit down and lay them all out for him...that could be why he's like he is."

"I...I never thought of it that way. "

Gerard looked down.

"Maybe you should be his Master instead."

Mikey laughed, that rare open laugh that only his brother ever got to hear.

"Nah, I'm not a Master..."

He shook his head as he calmed down, wide smile still on his lips.

"I like getting told what to do too much...I like being fucked too much."

He breathed the last part into Gerard's ear.

"Do you now?"

Gerard turned and saw Grant. He blushed worried what his Master heard. Mikey looked up and smiled shyly at the older man.

"Yes, Master."

"Well we might be able to arrange something later...or did you prefer some private time?"

"Whatever you wish Master."

Mikey said obediently, a soft smile on his lips.

"And how is your pet master?"

Gerard cringed being called that.

"He’s cleaning his bunk, Master."

Mikey squeezed Gerard's hand reassuringly.

"Ah well, that's good. Well, Michael, you don't have to stop on my account. Please continue seducing your brother."

Mikey blushed and nodded, turning back to Gerard.

"I want you to fuck me Gerard...please Gee?...lick me out and fuck me good."

Mikey had never been good at subtle. Gerard groaned and listened to Grant pull up a chair. He watched Mikey stand up and turn around offering his perfect ass to him. Gerard sighed in contentment. This he could handle.

Frank was on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor in front of his bunk when Patrick and Bob walked in. Frank looked up, then back down when he saw Bob.

"Stay on your side of the room Frank..."

Bob muttered.

"Or I'll knock you out."

"Shut up Bob, he's gonna think you mean it."

Patrick got down next to Frank.

"Hey Frankie, whatcha doin'?"

"I'm cleaning my bunk like my Master told me to."

Frank said quietly.

"You're cleaning the floor."

Bob said with a smirk. Frank bit his lip and continued to scrub.

"Frank...did you clean the whole room again?"

Frank swallowed.

"Um...no?"

"Is that cause Bob told you to stay away from his stuff?"

"Yes."

"So you cleaned everywhere except Bob's am I right?"

"Yes...wasn't that right?...did I do something wrong?"

Patrick sighed.

"Frank, you're not doing anything wrong. We keep trying to explain that to you."

Frank stopped scrubbing to look at the other boy.

"But my Master's not happy with me is he...he doesn't want me here."

"Oh, Frankie. It's not that Gee doesn't want you here. He doesn't know what to do with you. He's just as confused as you are."

"What should I do?"

"Talk to him? It couldn't hurt right?"

"I guess..."

Frank murmured. He looked down at the brush in his hand.

"Should I finish the floor first?"

"Well Gerard and Mikey went to take a bath so I would wait till they return, but I think the floor is fine."

"Just make sure it's dry...don't want the Master slipping on a wet floor, do we?"

Bob snarked, laying down in his bunk and turning his back to the room.

Frank swallowed.

"No."

He got to his feet to fetch a towel.

"Bob lay off the kid. He's still green, I can remember when you first came here...do you want me to tell him about how you hid for a week from us all?"

Bob started to fake loud snoring. Patrick started to laugh.

"He's a big softy see?"

Frank giggled quietly, hiding his mouth behind the towel he'd grabbed before getting back down on the floor to start drying it.

"I guess."

"You will see. Talking to Gee will be good for you."

Patrick patted Frank on the shoulder lightly. Frank smiled then got on with his job in silence.

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The brothers needed a shower to clean themselves up from the bath that they basically got dirty in for their Master. Then they headed for the bedroom.

"That was fun."

"It was..."

Mikey giggled, leaning on Gerard as they walked.

"We should use the bathtub more often."

"I should eat you out more often. You really excited Master with the little noises you made. I thought he was going to cum in his pants before I even fucked you."

"Maybe I could try eating you out one time...if you'd like?"

"Fuck Mikey, I just came and you're trying to get me hard again!"

"Always Gee...always."

Gerard laughed as they entered the bedroom. Frank looked up from where he was, on his knees with a blue towel in his hand. He smiled hopefully at his Master. Gerard saw Frank had once again cleaned the floor of the whole bedroom. He felt Mikey squeeze his arm and looked at him.

"Talk to him."

Mikey whispered. He kissed Gerard's cheek then limped to his bunk and lay down.

"I'll get him some painkillers."

Patrick laid a hand on Gerard's arm and headed to the bathroom.

"Oh, has anyone seen Pete? He's been gone a while now."

"Master has him tied up in the playroom."

"Oh, well that's good. Maybe he won’t be so pissed at me now"

Gerard watched Patrick go and then turned to Frank.

"Hey Frankie, how is your day going?"

"It's going okay Gerard."

"Good good. Uh...did you have any questions? "

Frank nodded slightly.

"Yes...if you don't mind?"

"Sure...uh, let's sit down."

The only chair was Grant’s and no one sat in that so Gerard brought Frank to the bed.

"Is this okay or do you want the floor?"

Frank tilted his head, then looked from the bed to the floor and back.

"The bed is okay Gerard..."

He bit his lip.

"...the floor's kinda hard."

"Don’t I know it! I spent too many years on my knees and...well, yeah bed."

Frank smiled slightly and took a seat, sitting with his back straight and hands folded neatly in his lap.

"Frank relax, no one is going to hurt you."

Frank swallowed, looking down.

"Okay."

"Frank...can you tell me about your previous owner?"

Frank nodded with his eyes on the floor. He spoke quietly.

"They fostered me from the orphanage...they were nice, then it changed when they'd had me for six months."

"Wait...what?"

Gerard was confused. All of them had previous owners. Gerard and Mikey had two and Bob, who was the oldest in the trade, had three. It sounded like Frank didn't even have one. Frank looked up.

"They could adopt me then..."

He continued.

"...but a day after they signed the papers, they took me to the...the t-trainer."

He looked down again, a tear slipping from his eye.

"I never saw them again."

"So that was it. Your only experience was with a trainer. No Master or Mistress, no one owned you?"

Frank looked up slowly.

"Is...is that bad?"

"No...It’s actually good. It means that Mas...I mean I am your first owner so you can be retrained."

"Re..."

Frank shuddered slightly, remembering seeing another boy being "retrained".

"R-retrained?"

"Yes so that you aren't as scared and know what you can and can't do and what you can do is more than you think."

Frank chewed his lip as he considered this.

"Are you going to retrain me?"

He said after a minute.

"I...uh..."

Gerard looks over at Mikey desperate for help.

"Sure he will..."

Mikey grinned wide, ignoring the look Gerard was giving him.

"Pets only get sent out to be trained by Gabe when they don't learn."

"Why are we talking about that masochist?"

Patrick returned with Pete. It seemed Pete had forgiven Patrick the way he was hanging on him.

"I was just telling Frankie that he won't have to go to him, as long as he learns what Gee teaches him."

Mikey grinned.

Pete looked at Gerard with a smirk.

"And what're you plannin' on teaching him Gerard?"

"Um...that he can eat when he wants to and doesn't have to wait to be told?"

Pete raised an eyebrow.

"Anything else?"

"Uh...that he just has to keep his part of the room clean?"

"While you get him dirty?"

Pete smirked wickedly.

"Pete!"

Gerard was stammering now. He was not about to force himself on anyone. He knew how that felt and he couldn't...

"Ignore him, Gee..."

Mikey said, frowning at Pete from across the room in his bunk.

"Pete's just jealous cos Master would never trust him with his own pet."

"I still don't understand why he trusts me."

Gerard mumbled embarrassed that everyone was hearing his conversation.

"Because you are you."

Bob put in, rolling to face the room.

"You're the favorite, and you always will be...own it. You deserve it."

He smiled then rolled back over. That made Gerard smile a little. He then looked at Frank again.

"I'll teach you not to be afraid. How does that sound?"

Frank smiled softly.

"That sounds good Gerard."

Gerard smiled back, maybe he could handle this after all.

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Gerard woke up the next day feeling amazing. Now that he knew what to do with Frank he felt a little more confident. He climbed out of his bunk and went to take his morning piss. He saw that Pete was not in his and sure enough, he met him walking back from the bathroom.

"Morning Pete."

Pete grunted noncommittally as he scratched his bare ass on the way past.

Gerard pissed and then headed to the kitchen. It was his turn to make breakfast for the.pets and Master. Frank was sat on the stool he'd been told to on the first day he'd arrived at the house. It had become his chair as no one had said anything different. He was sat up straight with his hands in his lap.

He looked up at Gerard as he walked in and smiled softly.

"Morning Gee..."

Mikey turned with two glasses of milk in his hands. He kissed Gerard's cheek then handed him one glass before passing the other to Frank, who looked at it then smiled gratefully and nodded at Mikey but didn't touch it.

"Sleep well?"

He went back to the counter to pour more milk.

"Yeah, but why are you two up? Mikey, it's my turn today, didn't you remember?"

"I did brother dear, but as we've already established...you can't cook."

Mikey grinned putting the milk carton back in the fridge and turned around.

"Besides, you are starting Frankie's training today, so your mind needs to be on that, not on trying not to give us all food poisoning."

Frank bit his lip to not giggle.

"Hey! I can cook breakfast...I just suck at complicated things."

Gerard looked down at his feet. He hated that he couldn't make dinner like the others could, but Grant likes when he makes breakfast.

"Gee, you make the most delicious omelettes, even more, delicious than yourself."

Gerard giggled with the memory.

"You make fantastic omelettes Gee, no one's disputing that...but unfortunately your new pet is allergic to eggs."

"You are?"

Gerard stared at Frank blankly. Frank nodded.

"Yes. I nearly died when I was given egg last. I was four."

"Oh...um...I can make instant oatmeal for you."

Gerard goes to the cabinet and pulls out the box. It is dusty cause no one really eats it. He coughs and smiles through the tears.

"Um..."

Frank swallowed, looking between the brothers.

"Shouldn't I be making breakfast for you?"

"No why? I just said it's my turn. You will have your own place in the rotation...um...let's see, I have Friday, Mikey is Saturday, Patrick has Sunday pretty sure Monday is free, Master leaves early that day so it's usually us. We would normally all make our own breakfast, but..."

"Breath Gee."

Mikey giggled. Frank smiled slightly.

"I just...I just thought; cos I'm your pet..."

He shrugged and looked down.

"But whatever you say."

"Oh...uh...right...well then I guess...you can make my breakfast...if you want."

Frank looked up through his lashes.

"Do you want me to Mast...Gerard?"

Gerard looked at the boy. He was very beautiful and if someone else had gotten him that beauty would have been destroyed. Gerard vowed to make sure that no one would ever hurt him. No one would even touch him in a wrong manor. He would protect the boy completely. Mikey clicked his fingers in front of Gerard's face with a smirk on his face.

"Earth to Gee."

"Oh...right...uh...so you can't eat them, can you cook them or touch them or wait...no what about pancakes? But that takes time and I don't want you to do that, um...french toast or..."

"I can cook whatever you want."

"How about a soft boiled egg, that’s simple enough and one of my favorite things to eat."

"I can do that...would you like toast?"

Frank asked as he slid off his stool and started to gather the things he'd need.

"Sure. Not too dark?"

Gerard saw the boy nod and then he went about making everyone else's breakfast. He was kind of happy that he was getting soft boiled. It was something that reminded him of home long ago.

"Morning."

Bob grunted sleepily as he walked in with Pete leaning heavily on him. Pete had his eyes closed and was relying on Bob not to walk him into a wall.

"Hey, guys."

Mikey grinned. Pete just waved a hand vaguely at the room as Bob deposited him on the nearest chair and went to make him tea. Pete laid his head on the table and started to snore a moment later.

"Gee, are we getting amazing omelettes today?"

Patrick walked in fresh from the shower. Gerard hated that he was a morning person...before coffee."

"Everyone except Gee and Frankie are."

Mikey piped up, as he carefully put a spot of butter on the end of Pete's nose without waking him.

"Why not?"

"Cause Frankie's doing Gee a soft boil, and Frankie can't eat eggs."

"Oh...well that's...we have oatmeal..."

Frank cleared his throat quietly and Mikey nodded at him encouragingly.

"I'm just gonna have some toast."

He said quietly as he took Gerard's egg out of the boiling water and set it in an eggcup, then plated two slices of toast next to it and put it on the counter next to where Gerard was stood fixing everyone else's omelettes.

"Can you follow Mikey? He will show you where I sit."

When Frank left with Mikey, Gerard took some of the fresh baked bread and toasted it for Frank. He then sprinkled cinnamon and sugar on it.

"A sweet surprise? "

Patrick smiled at Gerard as he sipped his tea.

"Yeah, he deserves it. I'll go online with Master today and we will find better protein for him for breakfast."

"Eggsssss."

Pete mumbled...still mostly asleep.

Bob flicked his ear.

"Wake up dude, or I'll eat your eggs as well as mine."

"Fucker..."

Pete muttered, opening his eyes and rubbing his nose cos it tickled.

"...why is there butter on my face?"

Bob chuckled.

"Mikey."

Pete made a sound like a growl.

"I'm gonna kill that string bean."

He got up.

"You leave Mikey alone Pete."

Gerard growled at him as he picked up the silver platter with breakfast on it and carried it out of the kitchen to the dining room.

"Bob, it's your day to wake Master."

Bob nodded and headed off, trusting that Pete wouldn't start shit in his absence.

He reached Grant's closed door and knocked softly, then waited. After a moment, when he received no reply, Bob quietly opened the door and slipped inside. He walked to his Master's bedside and knelt down with his hands behind his back.

"Good morning Master. Breakfast is ready."

He said clearly and loud enough to wake the older man, but not too loud.

"Good morning Robert."

Grant opened his eyes and stretched his arms. He moved the covers and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Please follow me to the bathroom."

"Yes, master."

Bob crawled into the bathroom on his hands and knees behind his Master.

"Into the tub please."

"Yes, Master."

Bob crawled into the bathtub and resumed his kneeling position. Grant stood in front of the tub looking at the younger man with his head down. He then opened his pajama pants and proceeded to take his morning piss all over the man's head and back. When he was done he put himself away. Grant drank plenty of water so that his urine never had a scent to it. It wasn't about the smell, it was about the act and it was part of what Bob's fetish was.

"Now that you are properly anointed by your Master, you may go join the others for breakfast."

"Yes Master...thank you, Master."

Bob stood, picked up a small towel he was allowed to keep there, and wiped his face and around his neck so he didn't drip all over the house. He climbed out of the tub, bowed, then left with the towel in his hand...he would wash it then return it to its place. He dropped the towel into the sink in the laundry room then joined the other pets for breakfast.

When he reached the breakfast room he went and sat next to Pete, who was shooting daggers at the brothers opposite him.

"Everything okay?"

He asked. Pete just huffed. Bob looked at Patrick in question.

"What did I miss Pat?"

"Gee won't let Pete kill Mikey still."

Gerard smirked at Bob. He then turned to Frank.

"How is your toast, Frankie?"

Frank swallowed his mouthful and looked up with a soft smile.

"It's very nice. Thank you Gerard."

"Good morning Pets, how are we today?"

Grant arrived dressed in one of his trademark suits.

"Very good Master."

Patrick bowed his head. Gerard stood up and bowed as well.

"Master, your breakfast is ready, shall I serve it to you?"

Grant nodded and Gerard brought the silver covered tray to the head of the table as Grant sat down. He then placed it in front and when Grant nodded he lifted the dome.

"Smells delicious pet, thank you."

Gerard bowed again and then went back to his seat.

"Did you sleep well, Master?"

Mikey asked Grant as he linked fingers with Gerard under the table.

"Yes, Michael quite well...although Peter still looks quite tired and...why is his face shiny?"

Mikey bit his lip to hold in a laugh.

"Butter Master."

Pete said, shooting Mikey another death glare.

"Butter?"

Grant stopped cutting into his perfectly cooked omelette.

"Yes, Master...butter, and Mikey."

"So...do you think Michael deserves to be punished?"

Pete looked at Mikey and smirked slightly before looking at Grant.

"Yes, Master."

"And what do you suggest Pete?"

Pete thought for a moment then smiled.

"Perhaps that he has to do my chores all week or...or that he can't cum for a week?"

Gerard jumped up.

"Master, it was a childish prank, but it was payback for making me feel uncomfortable the day before about Frankie's training."

"Uncomfortable?"

"Yes, Master..."

Mikey said as he stroked Gerard's arm to calm him.

"Pete kept making rude suggestions...I could see that both Gee and Frankie were uncomfortable."

Grant raised an eyebrow and turned to the newest member of their home.

"Is that true Frankie?"

Frank's eyes widened slightly at suddenly being the center of attention then, he nodded slowly.

"Yes, Master."

"And what did your master do about it?"

"He err..."

Frank looked at Gerard, then back at Grant.

"We talked Master."

"You talked."

Frank didn't want to get Gerard in trouble for saying the wrong thing, but he didn't know what the older man wanted to hear. He bit his lip, fingernails digging into his bare thighs beneath the table.

"We talked about how he would retrain me, Master."

"Ah, well that's good. So will you be needing Gabe, Gerard?"

"Oh no Master, I will handle his training."

Frank sighed quietly with relief, relaxing his fingers and hoping no one saw the little marks he'd left behind. Mikey squeezed Gerard's hand. He wanted to ask if anyone was getting punished, but as he was one of the ones on the chopping block, he was nervous to ask their Master himself.

"Well then, it seems we have resolved everything."

Grant stood up and Patrick rose and brought his briefcase to him.

"I will be back by dinner Pets, please take care of the house while I am gone."

He moved to Gerard and kissed him.

"You did well my pet."

And then he was gone.

Mikey sighed in relief, and Pete pouted.

"I still think you should've been punished."

He muttered, crossing his arms in a huff.

"Oh shush Pete..."

Bob chuckled, sidling up to him.

"Come on, we both need a shower...how about we take one together, huh?"

He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Pete rolled his eyes then let a smile slip back onto his face as he stood up and took Bob's hand.

"Ok then, let's go..."

He waved over his shoulder as the pair left the room.

"Later haters."

He called as they disappeared leaving the brothers, Frank and Patrick behind. Mikey snorted as he stood and collected the empty plates.

"Well, we won't be seeing them for a while. Pat, you want to help me with the dishes?...Gee and Frankie have other things to attend to."

Frank swallowed nervously.

"Sure, I can do that. Then I will set up the chore list for today...too bad Pete and Bob will be too busy to protest the ones they get."

Patrick winked at Gerard and then left with Mikey. Gerard looked at Frank.

"The soft boiled egg was really good Frankie. Did you like your toast?'

Frank nodded, his lower lip trapped between his teeth. He breathed in deep through his nose and tried to relaxed...Gerard had said that no one would hurt him...he had no reason to be scared.

"Yes, it was very nice Gerard...thank you."

"You are welcome. Um...well while we wait for the chore list to be written why don't I answer more questions of yours."

"Oh, err ok..."

Frank bit his lip and lowered his head again as he thought how to word what he wanted to ask.

"I was wondering..."

He started quietly, looking up through his lashes.

"...why don't you want to be my Master?"

His fingernails found purchase in his thighs once more.

"It's not that I don't want to be your master, it's that..."

Actually, Gerard didn't have a good answer for it at all. Instead, he willed Mikey to come out and save him. Frank lowered his eyes again.

"It's ok if you don't want me, Gerard...I understand."

He said, even quieter than usual.

"No no no! It's not that I don’t want you...as a...I just...I don't think I deserve you. I don't think I deserve anyone...I mean I'm just a pet myself."

"You're more than a pet Gee..."

Mikey said, making Gerard jump slightly as he wound his arms around his neck from behind.

"You're Master's favorite pet Gee, and you do deserve your own..."

He kissed Gerard's cheek.

"You deserve the world big brother...don't you ever forget that, you hear?"

Gerard melted into Mikey as he always did. He doesn't know what he would do without him. He never would have survived their last master without him. He would not have survived. Frank's eyes widened and he looked up quickly.

"What...you're actually brothers?!...I thought that was a joke."

Gerard looked at Frank.

"Why would you think it was a joke?"

Frank shook his head, looking down.

"I'm sorry M-Master. I shouldn't have said that."

He got quieter with each word as his nails dug deeper and a thin trickle of red ran down his thigh from one of the tiny marks he'd made. Gerard shook his head. It wasn't the first time that they heard that. Even when Master entertains guests they think the two are just described for show, to make it more decadent. No one understands them as well as their Master does. Mikey squeezed Gerard to his chest and addressed Frank for him.

"It's alright Frankie, no one realises at first..."

He kissed Gerard's cheek then moved to Frank's side and put a hand on his arm.

"You're not in trouble..."

He spotted the blood and frowned slightly.

"Frankie?"

Frank looked up with wide eyes...clearly scared.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered before bolting from the room with tears on his cheeks.

"I am a terrible master."

Gerard got up and left the room. He headed for the attic where his art supplies were. he didn't even care about getting in trouble with Master for not doing his chores. Right now he just needed to escape.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So my lovely co, momiji, sent me chapter 5's edit just now, and I realised..."OH SHIT!...I DIDN'T PUT UP CHAPTER 4"...so here is 4, and five will be up within the next hour...enjoy!

Until a few minutes time...hehe...PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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