***Time stamp- one month later***



"No Mikey, I'm ok. I just don't feel like going out this weekend...yeah, I know...no, you don't need to come check up on me...no, I'm not about to do something stupid. I'm fine, promise..."

Gerard sighed as he listened to his brother worry down the phone for a few more minutes until he couldn't take any more.

"Look Mikes, I gotta go...yeah ok, I'll talk to you later. Say hi to Kristen for me...see ya bro."

He hung up and chucked his cell to the other end of the couch, watching it bounce before it slipped off the edge and onto the floor.

"Fuck."

He muttered, but couldn't really find the energy to move to pick it back up. He lay his head against the back of the couch and stared up at the ceiling.

Ever since that day at Frank's house, Gerard had done everything he could to have as little human interaction as possible. He would get up in the morning, shower, dress, drink an unhealthy amount of coffee, then leave his house to go to work. He would put in his earbuds and blast Bowie loud enough that everyone around him knew that he didn't want to engage in conversation, and he'd head to the train. He wouldn't speak to anyone at the station, or on the train, or when he got off the other end. He wouldn't talk to or even make eye contact with anyone as he walked the two blocks to the library, earbuds still in place.

When he walked into the old building, he would head straight to the staff room to drop off his coat, wallet, keys and unfortunately; his iPod and earbuds, then he would get to work, restocking returned books and straightening shelves. At lunch, he would sit alone in the staff room, or across the street in the little park if the weather was nice, and read with his earbuds back in until it was time to get on again.

If he could help it, he wouldn't talk to another living soul during his entire work day.

After work, Gerard would collect his coat, wallet, keys and iPod, push in his earbuds and turn his music up real loud, then start his journey back home. When he reached his house, he would generally change into pyjamas, order take out online so he didn't have to talk to some idiot over the phone, then settle on the couch and watch a crappy movie til his food arrived. After he'd eaten, he would watch another movie, and usually fall asleep on the couch about half way through...that was now an average day for Gerard; long, dull, monotonous and kinda lonely...but he just couldn't face the possibility that he had made a mistake.

Gerard missed Frank, but he didn't want to...wasn't supposed to. It was just supposed to be a contract...there were never meant to be feelings involved, because feelings always lead to hurt and heartbreak, and Gerard wasn't sure he could take another one of those.

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"N-Nine"

*crack*

"T-Ten."

"Okay, that's enough."

Frank put the whip down and grabbed the salve.

"Are you alright Sir?"

"Huh?"

"You seem distracted lately if I may state."

"You may and yeah, I am. Sorry that the scene was not what you wanted."

"It's alright. It wasn't bad."

"Yeah it was. You never even went into subspace."

"Frank...it's alright."

"I...I miss him."

"Come on, let me get cleaned up and we can go get coffee and talk."

"Thanks Andrea."

(time passes)

"So that explains why you have only been taking on female clients and even then, short term contracts."

"I'm not even sure what happened. I mean I have his note still and I take it out and read it all the time. I did end up getting familiar with him, but I wasn't trying to force a relationship. He made it clear that he didn't want one and..."

"Frank stop, you're in love with him."

"I am aren't I? Oh man Andrea, I really fucked up this time. I don't even know where he lives, he's only come to my house."

"Well can you look him up?"

"I...look he made it clear he didn't want to...and I broke the contract and..."

"Frank."

Andrea laid a hand over his.

"I feel like such a fool."

"Why don't you go see Gabe. He might be able to help you."

"No, no I think I just need a break. Maybe a vacation. I have the time."

"Whatever you need Frank. You know I will be here when you get back."

"Thanks Andrea."

He kissed her cheek and then finished his coffee.

"You want a ride?"

"Nah, I'm gonna call my husband."

"Alright, see you when I get back."

He kissed her cheek and then left.

(time passes)

"Sure Frank, you take care."

"What's going on?"

Frank's going on vacation for a bit. I'm letting him use our cabin.

"That's nice of you Gabe."

"He's a mess right now."

"Yeah, I could tell."

Gabe sighed. He wished Gerard would have contacted Frank again, but there had been nothing for over a month now. He wondered where the sub was and what he was doing to contain his itch.

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Gerard sighed, it was his day off, so he didn't even have work to distract him. He had spent the morning cutting and colouring his hair...it was now short, choppy and blue, and he'd spent the last hour sat on his couch watching bdsm videos that used to turn him into a quivering mess, but now they just made him think of Frank. Frustrated and not even the tiniest bit hard, Gerard clicked off his laptop and got up. He pushed his feet into his Converse by the door, grabbed his keys from the hook on the wall, and his wallet from his jacket pocket, then left the house.

After locking the front door, he walked over to his car, that he rarely ever used, unlocked the door and climbed in. He started the car and drove off with no destination in mind.

He'd been driving down random streets for about half an hour when he realised where he had ended up. Sighing, cause it seemed like his body knew what it wanted, even when his mind had no idea, Gerard pulled over and turned off the car. He looked up at the house he'd only been to just that once, and though part of him wanted to drive far away, another stronger part wouldn't let him.

Gerard got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He hesitated for a moment, then rang the bell. He waited, and waited, and rang the bell again...but nothing, there was no one there. Biting his lip cause he could feel a part of himself breaking, he turned and headed back to the car. He got in and started it up before driving away...this time, with a definite destination.

Twenty minutes later, he pulled up opposite the club. Madam Ballato was stood outside, smoking a cigarette and texting on her phone. She looked up as he closed his car door with a small bang and trotted across the road to her. She smiled wide at him.

"Hi, haven't seen you in a while...you're a little early, we're not open yet."

Gerard shook his head.

"No I...I'm looking for Frank. I went to his house but...is he here?"

"I'm sorry, but he's gone away for a while."

"He's gone?...do you...do you know when he's coming back?'

Gerard's voice cracked slightly, but Madam Ballato didn't comment.

"No, I'm sorry I don't."

Gerard sighed, looking down.

"Ok, well thank you anyway."

He turned to leave.

"He misses you, you know."

Gerard stopped and looked back, his eyebrows raising. Madam Ballato smiled kindly at him then tossed away the end of her cigarette and headed back into the club, closing the door behind her. Gerard frowned slightly, then went back to his car, climbed in and set off again.

Ten minutes later, he pulled up outside another house that he'd only been to once...his last hope. Gerard turned off the engine, got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He took a breath, then rang the bell. After a moment, the door opened and Gerard looked up at the tall man.

"Master Saporta?...please help me?"

"Gerard, what can I do for you?"

Gerard swallowed...why was he shaking?

"I...I need to see Frank...do you know where he is Master?"

Gabe stepped back and bade Gerard to come inside. Gerard nodded and stepped into the entryway.

"Th-thank you Master."

"I am not your Master Gerard, just call me Gabe."

Gabe shut the door and walked into the living room.

"Have a seat."

Gerard nodded and sat down nervously on a large black couch...he felt like he should be kneeling...like he should always be kneeling.

"It's been a while hasn't it Gerard? How have you been?"

"Not...not good."

"Why not?"

Greta walked in with two glasses of water and lemon. She sat them down and smiled at Gerard before leaving again. Gerard looked at the glass, then back at the other man.

"I need...I need my Master."

He said, lowering his head submissively.

"You have no Master, Gerard."

Gabe picked up his glass and took a sip. Gerard whimpered slightly, he couldn't help himself.

"What are you here for Gerard?"

"I thought..."

Gerard swallowed uneasily.

"I thought you might know where he is."

"Perhaps I do, but why would I tell you?"

Gerard felt his lip tremble and bit down on it hard for a moment...he would not cry.

"Please?...I'll...I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"A-anything."

"On your knees."

"Yes Master."

Gerard slipped off of the couch and onto his knees, his head lowered and his hands behind his back.

"Don't call me that, you have no right. You are so far beneath any sub I have ever had and it sickens me to even hear your voice."

Gabe pointed to a door. Gerard whimpered.

"Y-yes Sir, of course Sir...I'm s-sorry Sir."

Gabe walked over and opened the door. Gerard could see stairs. He looked at the stairs, then up at the Master...he waited for instructions.

"Well what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?"

"N-no Sir."

Gerard said shakily, crawling forward toward the door. Gabe waited till Gerard was down the stairs. He has not turned any lights on yet. He moved down quietly and then grabbed two things off the shelf. Gerard waited nervously on his knees, head down, hands behind his back.

"Lift your head up."

Gabe waited and then placed the blindfold on him and then gagged him with a open holed ball gag. Gerard shivered...he hadn't realised quite how much he missed this.

"Crawl till I say stop."

Gabe watched as Gerard did what he was told. He didn't try to protest at all. If he wasn't so angry at the sub and bent on punishing him, he would be very impressed.

"Stop."

Gerard did and Gabe grabbed his arms, lifting them. He chained them up in the air, high enough to pull a bit, but not enough to take him off his knees.

"You will stay there till I return."

He then put a string with a bell around his neck.

"You do not deserve a collar yet, but I have a monitor in here, if you are distressed shake your head and I will hear the bell."

Gabe said nothing else as he made his way up the stairs and out of the room.

(time passes)

Gerard didn't know how long he'd been there, but he would stay there all day and all night if it meant that Master Saporta would tell him where Frank was...he needed Frank.

(time passes)

"Geeze Gabe, what the fuck was so important that you had to make me come here to tell me?"

Frank walked into Gabe's house exhausted. He just did a four hour drive because Gabe said he had to tell him something in person.

"Gee's here."

"What?"

"Gee, your Gee is here."

"My...I don't have him."

"Oh shut the fuck up Iero. You have been just as fucked up without him, as apparently he has been without you."

"What do you mean fucked up?"

"I got a call from Lindsey right before he came here. He came by your house looking for you and then went to the club."

"Where is he?"

"Basement."

"Basement...what did you do to him Gabe?"

There was an edge of concern and protectiveness laced with possessiveness under it.

"Calm down, I just blindfold and gagged him and strung his wrists up. He said he would do anything if I told him where you were."

Frank licked his lips.

"Do you think he meant it?"

Gabe smirked.

"Let's go find out."

(time passes)

Gerard heard the door opening and footsteps coming down the stairs...two sets of footsteps?

"Hello Scum. Have you been enjoying yourself? Did it give you a chance to think about what you have done?"

Frank winced at Gabe using that word. Still he said nothing.

"I brought a friend to help me teach you your lesson, I hope you don't mind and even if you did, I don't fucking care."

Gerard shuddered. He hadn't been spoken to by a Dom like that in a long time...he'd hoped to never hear the like again. He didn't know who the other person in the room was, but he would do whatever, take whatever to get the information he needed.

Frank knew more about Gerard's past than Gabe did. He knew about the other poor excuses for Doms he had that treated him like dirt, and he wondered if this was wise. Gerard did nothing to indicate that he was in distress though so Frank just stayed quiet. Gabe walked up to Gerard, grabbing his face.

"At least you seem to know your place."

Gabe pushed his face away.

"I am going to undo your hands and you are going to strip for us."

Gerard whimpered, but nodded slightly...he could do this, he just had to remember that it was for Frank...to see Frank. Gabe watched as the sub didn't even rise and managed to get his clothing off while still on his knees. He then was surprised that Gerard put his hands back up.

"Oh, you like that position huh?"

Gabe obliged and locked his hands back up again. Frank just stared at the soft white flesh he had missed so much this past month. Without realising it, he reached out and touched his back, caressing it lightly. Gerard shuddered...it's for Frank, it's for Frank, it's for Frank...he chanted in his head. Frank pulled back feeling it ripple through his finger. He looked at Gabe, but Gabe was focused somewhere else.

"Now, I am going to ask you some questions Scum, and when I don't like your answer, my friend will let you know."

Gerard nodded in understanding, his hands clenching, fingernails digging into his palms to keep himself together...and to remind himself why he was here.

"Nod for yes, shake for no, understand?"

Gerard nodded shakily.

"Good. Now tell me why you left your Master. Was it because he mistreated you?"

Gerard frowned behind his blindfold...that wasn't why at all, quite the opposite in fact. Gabe nodded to Frank and Frank lifted the thin flogger and brought it down on Gerard's back.

*crack*

"I asked you a question Scum."

Gerard whimpered, then shook his head in reply.

"Was it because you didn't like what he was doing?"

Gerard hesitated a second before shaking his head again...no, he really liked what Frank had done to him, maybe a little too much.

"Was it too much for you to take?"

Gerard paused, thinking...the physical stuff was just the right side of too much, the emotional stuff though...

*crack*

Gerard whined behind his ball gag...he couldn't answer that.

*crack crack*

Gerard trembled, tears leaking from his eyes to soak the blindfold. He shook his head slightly, knowing that the strikes would just continue until he gave them an answer...even if it was only half true.

(Time passes)

Frank was in awe. Gerard took so many strikes and still didn't answer all Gabe's questions. Now he was in nothing and on all fours. Gabe had Frank put a cock ring on Gerard that did the opposite of a normal one. Frank felt almost sick that Gerard assumed it was a compete stranger touching him.

Gerard was shaking violently, he wasn't sure how much more of this he could actually take. If it were Frank, he would be in heaven right now, but it wasn't, it was a stranger and they were touching him way more intimately than he was comfortable with.

"You know Scum, this would have been over long ago if you were just truthful, but I can see now it's because you like to be treated like this. You like to be humiliated and abused don't you?"

Gerard whimpered pitifully, shaking his head.

"Oh I think you do."

Gabe got down next to Gerard's ear.

"I think you secretly love it. That's why you left your Master, he wasn't treating you like you know you deserve. He should have just taken you any way he wanted to. Just fucked you anytime and left you to rot in his basement. Maybe that's what you need. Maybe that's what we should do to you? Would you like that?...hmmm? Let my friend here just use you like the scum that you are."

Gerard shook his head violently, feeling the ties holding the ball gag in place loosen as he started to panic. Gabe moved up behind Gerard and caressed his back.

"Yeah, treat you like a fucking animal and then throw you away like you did to your Master."

Frank was getting worried now. He was starting to think that Gabe was going to far. Gerard continued to shake his head as he started to struggle against his bonds...if he could just get rid of the gag...

"Gabe...I think..."

Gabe turned to Frank and silenced him. Frank had known Gabe for a long time so he continued to trust him.

"Look at you shivering with the idea. Yeah, I knew I pegged you right. You were wasted on someone like Frank. He was too good of a master for you."

Gerard started thrashing violently...he had to break free. Suddenly the ball gag came completely loose.

"NO! NO PLEASE I NEED FRANK, PLEASE STOP PLEASE, I ONLY WANT FRANK, PLEEEEASE."

He babbled loudly as he continued to struggle to free his hands. Frank dropped the flogger. He ran to Gerard and hugged him.

"I'm here, I'm here baby, I'm here."

He looked at Gabe.

"Release him!"

Gabe moved quickly to open Gerard's bonds. Gerard continued to struggle, too panicked to realise what was happening, or who was holding him.

"FRANK, FRANK PLEASE, I WANT FRANK PLEASE SIR PLEASE."

"Gee, look look!"

Frank tore the blindfold off flooding Gerard's eyes with light. Gerard screwed his eyes shut, flinching from the light and shaking...trying to pull away.

"Frank...Frank p-please."

He whimpered, his voice failing him as tears streamed down his face.

"Shhhh Gee, listen to my voice, concentrate and listen to my voice."

Frank began to talk, soothingly running his fingers through Gerard's hair. Gerard curled up, drawing his knees to his chest as he trembled but slowly Frank's voice started to break through his sub-fogged mind.

"F-Frank?"

"Yeah, yeah it me, I'm here, I'm here."

Gerard forced his eyes open as he continued to shake uncontrollably. He looked up at Frank.

"I c-couldn't find y-you Frank...d-don't l-leave me...p-please?"

His fingers clutched at Frank's shirt with white knuckles.

"Not going anywhere. Never gonna leave you. Promise."

"Cold Frank, s-so c-cold please, please Frank, please?"

Gerard whimpered, pressing himself into Frank's warm chest as he shook badly...though not just from being cold. Gabe grabbed a blanket and draped it around the shivering sub.

"I'll leave you two."

"Thanks Gabe."

"Anytime Frank."

Gabe patted Gerard on the head.

"You did well."

He then left the room. Gerard couldn't keep his eyes open and let them flutter closed.

"I...I'm s-sorry Frank."

He murmured, breathing in Frank's warm scent.

"No, no, no apologies. We were both wrong, let's leave it at that."

"No F-Frank..."

Gerard stuttered out.

"I was a b-bad sub...I'm s-so s-sorry."

"Stop it right now. This has nothing to do with being a sub. This has to do with crossing boundaries that you didnt want me to."

Gerard shook his head.

"B-but I've d-done that t-too."

"When, what have you done?"

"I tried n-not to, I r-really did."

"What, talk to me Gee, this is me Frank, not Master."

Gerard raised his head, his eyes glassy as they opened to look up at Frank.

"I...I fell f-for you M-Master...I didn't m-mean to."

"Gee...I fell for you too. Isn't it better that we fell together?"

"M-Master...c-can you be my Master a-again?...all the time?"

"Can I be...more than just your Master?"

Gerard blinked at Frank for a moment.

"Like h-how?"

"Like we actual date and get to know each other outside the BDSM world and we learn to mix the two together and then maybe if you still feel that way, we can be a 24/7, but for now let's just see where it takes us."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Gerard's lips.

"Y-you mean like...like boyf-friends?"

"Yeah Gee...would you be my boyfriend?"

"C-can I s-still call you M-Master?"

"Of course you can my pet."

"Y-you still want m-me to be y-your pet?"

"I want you to be my everything."

Gerard's smile widened.

"Then yes...I w-want to b-be your...boyfriend..."

He felt his cheeks heat up, which was nice because the rest of him was still really cold. He shivered.

"Frank?"

Frank was smiling so wide he cheeks were aching.

"Yes baby?"

"Y-you didn't say but...d-do you l-like my hair?"

Frank chuckled and ran his fingers through Gerard's hew hair cut.

"I like you no matter what you look like, but yeah baby, I think you look hot and I can't wait to show you off at the club. And you know what else?"

"What?"

"I really want to meet Mikey."

Gerard's eyes widened.

"I...I mean yeah but I..."

He stumbled over his words, cheeks heating up again.

"What?"

Gerard chewed on his lip as he considered his words.

"Mikey knows s-some of what I'm i-into...b-but not all. He's p-protective cause of m-my p-past...I c-can't call you M-Master in front of h-him, even if we're 24/7."

"I can respect that."

"Frank?"

"Yeah?"

Gerard shivered violently.

"C-can we please g-go somewhere warmer?...l-like your place?...please?"

"I would like nothing more than to bring you back...home Gee."

Gerard smiled, snuggling against Frank for warmth.

"C-can I g-get dressed first p-please?"

"In a second."

Frank looked at Gerard. His skin was glowing from the sweat that was covering his body and Frank just had to lean in and lick it away. Gerard shivered, a whimper escaping his lips.

"M-Master."

"You taste delicious my pet and when I get you to my house I am going to taste every part of you."

"Yes Master, p-please."

Frank gathered Gerard in his arms and carried him up the stiars, grabbing his clothing as he went.

"So I take it that you are leaving?"

Gabe smirked at the top of the stairs. Gerard whimpered, burying his face a little into Frank's shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah we are."

Frank carried Gerard to the bedroom and helped him get dressed. Then, even though he didn't have to, he scooped him up again and carried him out to his car to bring his pet home.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So this is the last chapter proper, just the epilogue to go...are you happy that Gerard realised that he needed Frank?...do you hate Gabe just a little bit now?...how do you think the meeting between Frank and Mikey will go??

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