Somewhere I Belong

***Time Stamp: One Month Later***

It was dark, it was lonely, it was empty. This wasn't what Mikey's cell was like, this was his mind. In truth his cell was a decent size room. It had a window and bathroom facilities. Grant came to see him and administer punishments, but not outside of the contract that was signed when the Way brother's came to live there. He was given food and water, but it was not enough.

"Gee."

Mikey sat for hours after Grant left just rocking and crying. Without his brother he was incomplete. He was broken. He had nothing. He wanted to die. He knew when Gerard came back from that...place, he would no longer be Gerard. Gabe didn't follow the rules. He would take advantage of his brother and hurt him in so many ways.

"Gee."

Mikey watched the days slip into nights and then back again. He had no idea how long he had been down there, but he didn't care. Without Gerard there was no reason to.

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"I heard Master talking to someone the other day about Mikey.”

The remaining pets were in their room. Pete was huddled up against Bob and Patrick was holding Frank. Since the Ways had gone, Frank had not left Patrick's side, which was a good thing cause Patrick made sure Frank ate and took care of himself.

"He said he's not eating and maybe not even sleeping."

Frank frowned.

"He's gonna get sick. Maybe I could talk to Master Grant...this was all my fault after all."

"No Frankie, none of this is your fault."

Frank sat up from Patrick's side.

"It is Bob. If I hadn't come here, neither of them would be in trouble. I can't do anything about Gerard right now, but if I can just talk to Master Grant, maybe he'll let Mikey come back..."

He looked at Patrick, hopefully.

"Don't you think Pat?"

"If you say it like that I can tell you that Master won't listen to you at all. Pete used to talk bad about himself when he first arrived and he got punished for it."

Frank tilted his head.

"I'm not talking bad about myself, I just mean that I was the reason this happened, so it makes sense that if I wasn't here, it wouldn't have happened."

"But you aren't the reason. Why would you think that?"

Frank sighed.

"Mikey was playing with me and he wasn't meant to...if I wasn't here..."

He trailed off, looking down.

"Bob, tell Frank about your experience with Pete and why he's wrong. Please he needs to hear this."

Bob sighed, squeezing Pete to him reassuringly.

"Frankie, where would you have been if you hadn't been brought here?"

Frank looked up.

"At another house, with another Master...why?"

"And you've seen how other Masters treat their pets...you were at...Master Saporta's house. Sorry Pat."

He glanced at Patrick, knowing the effect just that man's name alone had on him. Patrick shivered, but bade Bob to continue. Bob gave him a small smile, then turned back to Frank.

"Well, before we came here, Pete and I were together at another house. It wasn't like here, it wasn't even like Master Saporta's...it was worse..."

Pete shivered, burying his face in Bob's armpit. Bob kissed the top of the smaller boy's head, then continued.

"We weren't pets, or even slaves...we were little more than objects there..."

Frank listened intently, he didn't see how this was relevant to him right now, but it was still riveting, and it helped him to understand the other pets better.

"We tried to look after each other but the bastard that called himself a Master always separated us. When he finally got bored and sold us, we didn't know how to be pets...just things. We didn't know how to laugh or interact in any way with anyone...until we came here. Master saved us, like he saved Gerard and Mikey, and like he saved Patrick...and you..."

Bob smiled at Frank gently.

"Master is good at picking pets, if he thinks you should be here; that it's what you need, then here is exactly where you should be.”

Frank sighed.

"I do really like it here."

"Frankie..."

Pete said quietly, lifting his head up. Frank smiled softly at him.

"You didn't tell Mikey to touch you...did you?"

"No."

"He decided to?"

"I...I guess?"

"Then it's not your fault."

Frank giggled slightly.

"Y'all could've just put it like that in the first place, you know?"

"Peter, I need you to...well what's going on my pets, are we having a meeting of sorts?"

Grant walked into the room. He looked tired and worn. Not his usual sure self. Frank looked around the others who all nodded encouragingly at him. He took a breath.

"M-Master Grant, may I speak with you...please?...when you have a few minutes of course."

"Of course Frankie, come to my office. Peter can you bring Michael his dinner."

Pete nodded.

"Yes Master."

He gave Bob a small kiss on the chin then untangled himself from the other boy and headed away to the kitchen. Frank got off of the bed after him and followed Master Grant from the room quietly, thinking on the way of exactly what he needed to say.

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"I hope he eats it this time."

The cook nodded to Pete to take the covered dome on the counter.

"When was the last time he did?"

"I think I saw a few bites out of a piece of bread last week."

"WHAT?...last week!?..."

Pete took a breath, shaking his head.

"Does the Master know how long it's been?"

"He does and he has punished him for it, but it does no good. I am concerned about how weak he is. The fact is..."

The cook leaned in to whisper.

"...he isn't gonna eat till his brother is home. Master knows this, but..."

Another servant walked by and then cook was quiet.

"Best get that to him before you get in trouble."

Pete nodded.

"Maybe I can persuade him."

He picked up the plate and headed to the basement.

"Good luck."

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Mikey was in the corner of the bed staring at the wall when the door opened. Mikey slumped to his knees to greet his Master.

"Mikey it's me..."

Pete spoke softly, crossing to his friend quickly, and dropping down in front of him.

"I brought you food...will you eat?...please?"

When Mikey saw that it was not their Master, he got up and went back on the bed. Pete frowned and stood up, moving to sit next to him.

"Mikey, we're all worried about you. Please talk to me."

"Is Master coming today?"

"I don't know. Frankie's with him right now."

"Frankie?"

Mikey turned around. His eyes were sunk in like he had not slept in weeks and his face was gaunt and more pale than ever before.

"Why is Frankie talking to him?"

Pete reached up and gently cupped Mikey's cheek.

"For you Mikey...he's trying to get you out."

"No no no! He can't! He'll just get in trouble like Gee did!"

Mikey started to shake. Pete shook his head, wrapping his arms around the other boy carefully.

"No, I don't think so. Frankie's smart...he's not going to defy Master, he's going to talk to him."

"So Frankie, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Grant had a few phone calls come in when Frank first arrived, but the pet stayed quietly on his knees waiting for him to finish. Frank swallowed, then took a deep breath.

"About Mikey, Master Grant."

"Oh...what about him?"

"I think that he needs us. I think that without Gerard, Mikey will just wither and die...and I don't think you want that, any more than we do."

"Well that implies that he needs his brother to live, but what role do you play in that other than that you are Gerard's pet."

"I think that they have a symbiotic relationship; neither can live without the other...and as you say, I'm Gerard's pet, and I care about him..."

Frank took a breath.

"Also...Mikey's my friend."

"Yes well you seem to have gotten much closer over the past month haven't you."

"Yes Master Grant, we have."

"So isn't this more about you. The fact that you need them more than they need each other?"

"No Master Grant. I want them to be happy and healthy and together...even if that's not with me included. I don't want to be the cause of them having to be apart."

"Do you believe you have been the cause?"

"No, not this time...but I think I could be, and I don't want that."

"So are you suggesting that I get rid of you?"

Frank swallowed, he didn't want to be sent away...he didn't want to be resold.

"I...I don't want that, but if you think that's better for Gerard and Mikey, then I'll accept it."

"What I think is better for Gerard and Mikey is for them to obey the rules that were set for them."

Frank nodded.

"So do I..."

He took a breath for courage.

"...but I think right now that Mikey needs some help, and if you could find it in your heart to let him out...I would take his place in isolation and the remainder of his punishment."

Grant looked at the boy. He looked so small on his knees in front of Grant's large desk.

"You would sacrifice your freedom for him?"

"In a heartbeat, Master Grant."

"Well then...shall we take a walk?"

"Yes Master Grant."

Frank quietly pushed up onto his feet, his head down and hands going straight behind his back again once he was standing. Grant led Frank down the basement to the cell where Mikey was. Pete was gone and Mikey's food sat untouched.

"Michael...you have a visitor."

Mikey turned around and saw...

"Frankie."

Frank smiled softly.

"Hi Mikey."

"What are you doing here?"

"He's come to change places with you."

Frank looked at Grant and nodded, then looked at Mikey again.

"You need to be with the others, not here on your own."

"Wait...you...here...and..."

Mikey hit his knees.

"No Master! Please don't do that to him!"

"Why not, he requested it and..."

"No! Gee will die without him!"

Frank hurried forward and dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around Mikey and stroking his hair, hushing him gently.

"No Mikey, he'll die without you...and the way you're going right now; not eating..."

He sighed.

"How do you think he'd feel if he came back to see you like this?...or worse, if you weren't here at all?"

"But but he did everything for you!"

Mikey pulled out of Frank's grasp clasping his hands on Frank's shoulders.

"No, you can't do this, I won't let you. You need to be there when he comes back. He is going to need to see you greeting him not me!"

"He'll see me when I get out of here but Mikey...you're his brother, he will always need you. I'm doing this for both of you, because if I don't, you're not gonna be okay...and that's not okay."

"BUT I AM NEVER GETTING OUT OF HERE!"

"Mikey you are getting out...right now..."

Frank murmured softly, pulling Mikey back into his chest and holding him close. He kissed his forehead.

"Now go be with the others. Get well so you're well enough to look after Gerard when he comes back...I know you can do it..."

He looked up at Master Grant and nodded slightly.

"Time to go...say hi to the others for me and please?...don't worry about me, I'll be okay."

"You are both going back."

Frank looked up at Master Grant in surprise.

"Yes. You have both showed me that I made a terrible mistake. I will be ringing Gabriel for Gerard in the morning."

"Oh my God!...thank you Master Grant..."

Frank grinned wide, hugging Mikey to him.

"Hear that Mikey?...Gerard's coming home, and we're both gonna be there to greet him."

"Home? Coming home?"

"Yeah Mikey...home."

Mikey started to shake and cry. Frank pulled him in tight against his chest and gently rubbed his back.

"Easy Mikey, it's okay now. Hey, let's get you back upstairs and I'll run you a nice hot bath...would you like that?"

"I think that is a good idea Frankie. In fact you can use my private guest bath and room for the night."

He placed a hand on Frank's shoulder.

"Take care of him."

Frank looked up at Master Grant and nodded in understanding.

"I will Master Grant..."

He looked back at Mikey.

"And I'll get Patrick to make you some of his fabulous tomato soup...sound good Mikey?"

"Soup. Bath. Bed."

"Yep, sounds like a plan..."

Frank scooped Mikey up into his arms, it scared him how little the other boy weighed.

"Okay, lets go...if that's alright Master Grant?"

"Of course Frankie, let me show you the way."

Grant led them out of the basement and up to the first floor. The second was reserved for the pets. Grant walked past his own room to another door. He opened it and Mikey gasped. He had never been in any of the guest rooms before, there was never a need and everyone knew that Grant didn't share his pets like some Masters did.

"The bathroom is there, the vessel is big enough for both or you. I will have food brought to you as well."

Again Grant laid a hand on Frank's shoulder gently.

"Do what you need to do to bring him back and I will do the same for Gerard."

He patted Frank on the head and then left. Frank sighed happily, this was so much better than he'd thought things would go.

"Come on Mikey..."

He carried the other boy over to the bed and lay him down gently, brushing Mikey's greasy hair from his face with his fingertips and smiling softly at him.

"You rest here while I run us a nice bath, yeah?"

"Soft. Feels good."

Frank frowned slightly, he wasn't sure that Mikey was altogether with him right now.

"Mikey?...just...just rest, okay?"

"Mhmmm."

Mikey snuggled in and sighed. Frank chewed on his lip, he didn't really want to leave Mikey alone, not even for a minute...he'd spent too much time alone as it was.

"I'm gonna run that bath now...I'll be quick Mikey, I'll just be in there..."

He pointed to the bathroom.

"I'll leave the door open."

He walked over to the bathroom door and opened it, his eyes going wide at how beautiful the room was, and how big the tub was.

"Wow...rich people."

He muttered, shaking his head as he crossed to the bath, set the plug in place and started the water. He was glad that the faucet was large and the water flowed quickly or else he would've been waiting all day. He turned and headed back into the bedroom.

"Okay Mikey, the water's running, shouldn't be long now."

He pushed his shorts down and off, then scooped Mikey back into his arms.

"You feel warm."

Mikey wrapped an arm around Frank's neck. Frank smiled.

"You'll be warm too, when we get you in that bath..."

He carried Mikey into the bathroom and sat him gently on the couch in the corner.

"Just let go a second so I can check the water."

Mikey nodded and gave a lopsided smile. Frank smiled back and stroked his fingers softly down Mikey's pale cheek, then moved over to the bath. He checked the temperature of the water with his hand, than turned off the faucet. He returned to the couch and picked Mikey back up. He carried him over to the large tub and carefully climbed in with Mikey in his arms before sinking down into the water and settling Mikey between his legs.

"There, better?"

"That feels so good."

Mikey settled against Frank's chest with a sigh. Frank smiled, wrapping his arms carefully around the other boy. Master Grant had said that he should do whatever it took to bring Mikey back, but right now, just for a few minutes, Frank knew that all Mikey needed was a hug...just for now. He thought it best if Mikey let him know when, or if, he needed more.

"I miss Gee."

"So do I Mikey, but Master Grant is bringing him home. Don't worry, we'll see him soon."

"I missed you too."

Frank shifted so he could look at Mikey's face.

"You did?"

"I did. You...you treat me different than Gee does. Not in a bad way, just...I like it."

"I'm glad. I'm here to treat you like you deserve to be treated...but you need to tell me what you want."

Mikey's behavior is suddenly shy like he lost all his confidence.

"Just...love me? It feels like it's been so long."

Frank smiled and nodded.

"Of course."

He reached up and cupped Mikey's cheek, then gently pressed his lips to the other boy's. Mikey whimpered and Frank pulled back slightly to look at him.

"Are you okay...I...I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, please don't stop."

Frank smiled softly, stroking Mikey's cheek.

"I won't, not unless you tell me to."

He softly kissed Mikey's dry, chapped lips. He kept it sweet and chaste, just lips for now, no tongue. Mikey started to feel a pain in his neck so he turned his body so that he was in Frank's lap. He placed his arms around his shoulders. Frank smiled into the kiss, his hands sliding down over Mikey's wet skin. He didn't like how thin the boy in his lap was now, but that was a "later" problem, right now he had a different problem to concern himself with...the fact that he was getting hard, just from this kiss.

"Do you want me?

"Yes..."

Frank said without hesitation.

"Have you...have you ever topped before?"

"I...yes when Gee and I first...I mean the guy...but..."

"Mikey?"

"I was forced to top Gee and it wasn't fun."

Frank frowned, shaking his head a little.

"I'm not gonna force you to do anything. How about I suck that sweet cock of yours...would you like that?"

"God, I missed that. You have such a good mouth Frankie."

Frank blushed and looked down, moving one hand from Mikey's hip, down between his legs, fingers wrapping loosely around Mikey's length.

"Fuck...I haven't...since..."

Frank knew what Mikey was saying.

"Shh...relax, I've got you."

He started to slowly stroke Mikey, feeling him harden in his hand. Mikey tipped his head forward against Frank's and started to pant, Frank shifted them both around so that Mikey's back was against the end of the bath. He lay him back, careful not to hit his head on the side, then slid one arm under Mikey's back and lifted his body up before letting go of Mikey's cock and taking him straight to the back of his throat in one go. Mikey's hands both went into his hair and knowing that Frank can take it, he held him down finding a little bit more of his confidence. Frank swallowed around Mikey's cock as he kept one arm under the boy's lower back, and slid his other hand down to squeeze Mikey's ass

"Ah ah ah."

Mikey knew he wasn't going to last long since it had been so long since anyone had touched him, but he just wanted to cum. Frank breathed through his nose as he continued to swallow, glad of his lack of gag reflex. He moved his hand from Mikey's ass cheek, to play one finger around the rim of the panting boy's opening. Mikey clenched his hand and pulled Frank back a little and started to cum. Frank choked slightly, but swallowed down as much as he could, still holding Mikey up, partway out of the water. He sucked him through his completion, then pulled off with a wet pop. He grinned at Mikey.

"Better?"

"Oh God yes."

Frank giggled.

"Good, then let's get you cleaned up, then we'll snuggle up in bed and get some proper sleep...yeah?"

"Yeah, I would really like that."

Mikey also decided that when they settled in, he was going to take care of Frank. Frank smiled and lowered Mikey back into the warm water. He reached over the side and picked up a soft wash cloth, a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of body wash. He set them on the edge of the bath.

"Let's wash your hair first, okay?"

"Yes please."

Frank grabbed a little water jug from its place next to the bath and filled it with water.

"Tip your head forward and close your eyes."

"I'd rather tip my head back if you don't mind Frankie."

"Oh, sure. You'll need to turn round."

Mikey did and tipped his head back. Frank carefully poured the warm water over Mikey's hair, making sure it didn't go over his face too much. He then squirted a large dollop of sweet smelling shampoo into Mikey's hair and massaged it in, before filling the jug again and pouring more warm water over the boy's hair. He did this several times, until the water ran clear. Mikey sighed, it felt almost as good as the shampooing part. When it was all out, Frank used the wash cloth and body wash to rid Mikey's body of the results of his time in isolation...he hummed softly to him as he worked.

When Mikey was clean, and Frank had given himself a quick wash too, Mikey felt strong enough to get out of the tub by himself. He grabbed a towel to dry his hair and then noted that there were two robes.

"Do you think we can use these?"

Frank stood up, pulling the plug to let the water drain away, then stepped out to dry himself off with the second towel that was there.

"I suppose so, Master Grant wants me to take care of you, so I don't think he'd want you to catch cold."

Mikey gingerly reached up and pulled the robe down. It felt warm and soft and Mikey realised the door was under the heat grate. He slipped it on and sighed.

"Nice?"

Frank asked with a smile as he roughly towel dried his hair.

"Oh God yes, nicer than anything I have worn in a long time!"

Mikey snuggled into it more as he opened the bathroom door into the bedroom. There was a fireplace that he missed when they came in and...

"Oh my, what is that smell?"

On a table in to corner was a feast...or well what someone who had not eaten properly in a month would consider one. Frank stepped up to his side, now wrapped up in the second robe. He grinned.

"Well Master Grant did say that he would have some food brought up for you. Will you eat Mikey?...please?"

Mikey was practically drooling.

"Are you joining me, there are two place settings."

Frank nodded.

"Yeah okay...come to think of it, I am kinda hungry too. Come on."

He took Mikey's hand and pulled him over to the table, then let go and pulled out one of the chairs for the other boy.

"Sir."

He put on a fake posh voice and trying not to laugh.

"Why thank you Sir."

Mikey laughed and it was the first laughter he had done in a long time. He waited for Frank to sit and then dug in.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So Frankie played hero, Mikey is out of isolation and Gerard is cumming home...do you think everything will be ok now?...or do you think there could be more drama cumming?

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