Another Knife in my Hand

***Time Stamp: January 2nd***

"Ricky, hurry up!"

Mikey was getting impatient, he wanted to start the movie, but for some fucked up reason, Patrick insisted on watching the coming attractions.

"Calm y' tits Mikey Mouse...we've got all night haven't we?"

Patrick smirked as he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl between them.

"Do you want to watch movies all night or do you want to go out and kill that asshole and then fuck?"

Patrick turned to look unblinkingly at Mikey for a moment, then grinned as he pressed the stop button on the remote.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Okay, so then let’s get this shit started so we can leave and..."

Mikey’s phone went off.

"Fuck what now?"

Mikey grabbed his phone and opened it.

"What..."

Mikey's blood ran cold at he stared at the picture.

"WE HAVE YOUR BROTHER."

"Mikey?...what's wrong?..."

Patrick asked, moving to Mikey's side to look at the little screen. He saw an image of two people, one with a mask on, holding a big-ass knife, and the other, tied to a chair with a bag over his head.

"Fuck!..."

He turned Mikey to face him and met his eyes.

"Whatever you need, I'm here."

"I need to call Frank."

Mikey was shaking as he found Frank in his contacts. He pressed the button and waited...and waited...

"No one's picking up."

"Mikey, calm down and breathe. Whoever sent that picture, they wanted to get your attention. They have it. Let's show them what that gets them...yeah?"

"Yeah...yeah, look I want to get going now, but I need to kill this fucker for you and calm down before I do something stupid."

Mikey was breathing heavy. Patrick nodded, he understood that...he was probably one of the only people that would understand that.

"Ok Mikey, I get that. Let's go kill us an asshole, then we'll go get Gee back together, and make that pond scum that took him regret ever being born."

"Thanks Rick."

Mikey got up from the sofa as Patrick put the popcorn away. He went to grab his knives and tried to breathe.

"I'm coming Gee."

"I thought he was gay!"

"He is! Didn't you see him with the short one!?"

"Yeah, but the girl!"

"Well I guess gay or straight they all cheat."

"Guess so."

"So when is he contacting us?"

"He said in an hour."

"Let's go get food then."

"We'll be back Gee."

The two guys left the room.

Ray let out a heavy, shaky breath. He wasn't exactly sure how these two idiots had mistaken him for Gee, but he had a feeling that if he corrected them, then they would just kill him quick like they killed Christa and go after Gee again anyway...he couldn't let that happen. The imbeciles had contacted Mikey, so Ray knew that it was only a matter of time before his favourite serial killer came to his rescue, he just had to wait...wait and grieve...Christa didn't deserve that, but at least she didn't suffer. He hung his head, tears slipping down his face to soak the gag that was tied tight around his mouth. He prayed that Mikey would come soon, because he wasn't sure he could handle much more of this shit.

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"Well that was a first for me. I don’t think I ever commandeered a plane before."

Mikey made sure the pilot was tied up tight after he knocked him the fuck out. He was a family man so there was no reason to kill him.

"Yeah, good thing I know how to fly too, huh?"

Patrick grinned as he slipped into the pilot's unoccupied seat and put the headphones on so he could hear and talk to ground control when he needed to. Mikey was impressed that Patrick was able to impersonate the pilot's voice and they took off. Still he was so on edge. He couldn't see Gerard's face in the picture, but if they hurt him at all...
He was still panicking that he couldn't get a hold of Frank either. What if they hurt him or worse...killed him. He couldn't bear to think about how Gerard would feel. They were just about to celebrate their anniversary. It was so unfair for the couple. Mikey was pacing the plane when they hit some turbulence.

"Woah, shit Mikey...would you sit down before you fall over please?..."

Patrick gripped the plane's yoke with white knuckled fingers.

"I'm trying to wrestle this beast right now; I don't want to have to look after your stupid ass if you brain yourself on the floor as well."

Mikey slumped in a seat. He couldn't stop worrying. He couldn't stop thinking about what he was going to do to this asshole when he got a hold of him.

"Fuck...I'm going to jail."

Mikey looked at Patrick.

"If this fuck killed Gerard I am going to jail."

Patrick glanced at Mikey before returning his eyes to the controls.

"You're not going to jail Mikey. Do you wanna know why?"

"I will Rick cause I’m gonna destroy these fuckers and I am not going to care who hears me or sees me. I'm gonna wear their hearts like a fucking medal of honor!"

Patrick sighed.

"Well yeah, that's fair enough...but I'm gonna be there too, and I'm gonna make sure you don't get caught."

"I don't care Rick..."

Mikey deflated.

"...if I lose Gee..."

"You won't."

Mikey looked out the window.

"I may have already."

"No no no Frankie!"

Gerard landed with a splash in the private pool in their suite at the resort. It was even more amazing than he ever thought it could be. He came up from under the water and sputtered.

"You jerk!"

"You know I like you wet..."

Frank laughed before taking a few steps back then running forward and jumping.

"CANNONBALL!"

"Ah!"

Gerard ducked just in time to avoid getting drenched...again.

"You know they make these places for grown adults that believe in leaving the water in the pool."

Frank laughed again, ducking under the water for a moment before resurfacing and making a water fountain sprout from his mouth, and all over Gerard.

"You love it!"

"Eeewww, that's gross Frankie! I'm getting out."

Gerard made his way to the edge of the pool...which wasn't that far considering the circumference of the thing.

Frank moved up behind him and wrapped his arms around Gerard's waist, pulling him back against his chest and nuzzling the side of Gerard's neck, nibbling the skin teasingly.

"Do you really want to get out?"

He growled low next to Gerard's ear. Gerard gasped. When did Frank get hard?

"How are you..."

Frank ground himself against Gerard's ass a bit.

"Don't you know by now Gee?..."

He murmured into the older man’s ear.

"I'm always at least half-hard whenever I'm with you...and you wearing as little as this..."

He moaned, shuddering slightly as he pushed Gerard to the edge of the pool and trapped him against the side with his body.

"I just can't help myself."

"I...I think I'm still good from earlier. You can push in if you like."

Frank growled low as he reached down and moved Gerard's small blue swim briefs out of the way, then pulled himself out of his shorts and pressed in close, rubbing his cock against Gerard's entrance.

"You sure baby?"

"Y-Yes, oh yes please."

Frank lined himself up and pushed in, groaning at Gerard's tight heat around his cock. He plastered himself to Gerard's back and mouthed at his wet skin. Gerard gripped the edge of the pool and pressed back into Frank's thrusts. Frank dug his fingers into the pale skin of Gerard's hips and bit down on his shoulder, hard.

"Ahhhhh!"

Gerard gasped as he threw his head back on Frank's shoulder, panting from the feeling of being fucked by his husband. Frank moved one hand up to latch his fingers around Gerard's exposed throat, squeezing tight enough to cut off his air.

"You like that baby?...tell me how hard you want it...how hard do you want me to fuck your perfect, tight little ass?"

Frank growled before releasing his grip a little to let Gerard speak.

"Hard, fucking wanna *pant gasp* see bruises for days on my hips."

"Oh you will sweetheart..."

Frank growled in Gerard's ear, tightening his grip again as he thrust harder.

"Your pretty pale skin looks so good all bruised up."

Gerard could feel himself getting scratched and bruised against the wall of the pool, but he was loving it. Maybe being around Mikey made him a bit of a masochist? Frank squeezed harder on Gerard's throat, he loved to hear the little choking sounds his husband made...maybe he was spending too much time talking to Mikey these days?...he never used to like causing pain, even a little bit. Gerard was gasping for air now. He felt light headed, but it was so good. Frank continued to fuck him harder, harder, harder. He was lost in the moment, fucking his beautiful husband, squeezing his throat and biting at his shoulder and neck...he was getting so close now. Gerard tried to speak...he tried to let Frank know...he was fading. Frank felt the heat coil tight inside him, not long now, so close.

"Gonna *uh* gonna cum! *uhh* fill you up! *uh*..."

Frank grunted against Gerard's neck, the skin coloured where he'd sucked and bitten.

"C-cum with m-me?"

He released his grip a little, just a little. Suddenly a rush of air filled Gerard's lungs as he cried out and came against the pool wall. As Gerard came, the clenching of his walls around Frank's throbbing cock sent him over the edge too. He came with a roar, thrusting a few last times before collapsing over Gerard's back, panting heavily with his eyes closed. After a minute he carefully pulled out, his arms wrapping around Gerard's limp body.

"Baby?...you ok?"

*wheeze*

"Baby?..."

Frank turned Gerard around in his arms and brushed wet hair from his face.

"Gee?...baby talk to me."

Gerard lay limp in his arms taking in short breaths.

"No, nonononono, baby please?..."

Frank started to panic. He lifted Gerard up out of the water and laid him on the side before climbing quickly out after him.

"Gee?...come on baby..."

He leaned over him, fingers groping for a pulse as he fought back tears.

"Come back to me Gee...please?"

"F-F-Frankie?"

"Oh thank fuck..."

Frank breathed out in relief, moving his fingers from Gerard's pulse point to gently stroke his pale and wet face.

"I'm here baby, you're ok. You had me worried sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Gerard reached out with a shaky hand to touch Frank's face. Frank broke down.

"Baby I love you so much..."

He sobbed.

"I'm so so sorry baby, please forgive me...please baby?...please?"

"I-It's okay F-Frankie."

Frank sniffed, his bottom lip trapped tight between his teeth and tears spilling down his cheeks.

"No, no baby it's not. I...I should've b-been more careful. I could've lost you."

"M-Mikey would k-kill you first."

Gerard tried to laugh, but groaned instead.

"And I'd let him..."

Frank said seriously before carefully scooping Gerard up into his arms.

"Right, we're getting you dried and dressed, then I'm taking you to the hospital."

He headed inside with Gerard in his arms.

"No Frankie...I'm alright. Just need rest."

"Uh-uh..."

Frank shook his head.

"Mikey really would kill me if I didn't get you checked out."

Gerard looked at Frank.

"I'm alright love."

Frank frowned, sighing deeply as he sat down on the massive bed with Gerard in his lap. He looked him in the eyes.

"You'll tell me if you don't feel good later?"

"I promise I will."

Gerard kissed his cheek.

"Sleep with me?"

"You sure you should?...what if I can't get you to wake up?"

Frank knew he was probably overreacting, but this was his Gee, and with him, there's no such thing as "too careful".

"Frankie..."

Gerard kissed his lips this time.

"Sleep with me."

Frank took a breath, then nodded.

"Ok Gee."

"He's boring. He won't talk no matter how much we beat or torture him."

"Well the boss says we can't do any lasting damage...yet. He wants the brother here when we do that."

"Ugh, well how long is it gonna take the little fuck to get here?"

"Who knows. You want another go?"

"Nah, I'm tired, lets go play gin."

The two men left the room. Ray shook as he sobbed quietly. They had worked him over good. He was pretty sure he had a couple of cracked ribs, and he knew for certain the little finger on his left hand was broken...it was currently pointing completely the wrong way...his right eye was swollen shut and he could feel that two of his teeth were way more mobile than they should be...and he now knew what his own blood both looked, and tasted like.

"Hurry the fuck up Mikey."

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"So the text was traced to this warehouse. Thankfully these shitheads don't know how to cover their tracks."

Mikey and Patrick made their way through the shadows.

"Alright so I'll call them now."

Patrick nodded, pulling his favorite blade out from inside his boot.

"Those fuckers messed with the wrong people."

"Chase darling come to bed."

"In a moment dearest, I have to take this call."

Chase left the room and headed to his office. He smirked as he picked up the phone and said hello.

"Give me back my brother you fucking piece of shit!"

"Ah Mr. Way, so nice that you could finally call me. Yes, I will be happy to give you back your brother..."

Chase lit a cigarette.

"...as soon as you give me back mine."

Mikey looked at the phone.

"I don’t have your fucking brother!"

"Oh right, how silly of me, you can't give him back..."

He blew out the smoke.

"...cause he's dead."

Mikey went silent. Thanks to Gerard, he never killed anyone that had siblings...as far as he knew.

"Who's your brother?"

"Oh, Martin. You remember him, your brother worked with him. Yes, they went out on a lovely date and then he ended up dead in the back alley of the hotel they were at."

Mikey growled into the phone.

"Your brother tried to rape mine!"

"Bits and pieces Mr. Way, none of that matters now cause I have your brother now and you are going to do what I say or I will return him to you piece by piece."

"Don’t you dare touch one fucking hair on his head!"

"Oh I will do more than that..."

Chase's voice got real low and gravely.

"I will send you the video of myself and my colleagues raping him till he begs for death."

Mikey stifled a scream and went to throw his phone.

Patrick grabbed his hand, stilling it.

"Calm Mikey..."

He carefully took the phone from Mikey's hand.

"We'll get him, but I need you to stay chill and detached...you go off half-cocked and angry, and you will end up dead...then who's going to look after Gee, hmm?"

Mikey took a breath and then took the phone.

"Where do I meet you?"

"Well I am kind of nostalgic so how about the same hotel. I am sure your brother will enjoy the fond memories, I even have the same hotel room."

"Fine."

"Oh and Mr. Way...if I see anyone else..."

"Got it."

Mikey hung up.

"They are getting ready to move him."

"Then let's get ready to take him back and gut these fuckers...yeah Mikey?"

Patrick grinned as he tested the tip of his blade on his thumb, drawing a single drop of blood.

"Yeah."

They moved further down the alley.

"Yeah...yeah okay boss."

"Hey it's time to move him."

"Okay, do you think we need to knock him out?"

"Nah, he isn't going to give us a hard time are you Gerard?"

Ray swallowed and shook his head...if he knew Mikey as well as he thought he did, he'd have him out of there real soon, and he didn't think that trying to escape was going to be of any great help as he'd probably just end up getting himself knocked out anyway.

*knock knock*

"Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, do you think it's the boss?"

"Maybe? Go answer it."

"Right."

He left the room and lumbered to the front of the factory.

"Yeah?"

Patrick had the tall blonde man pinned to the wall with his blade to the man's throat before he even knew he was in trouble.

"How many more of you are there?"

He hissed quietly in the man's ear.

"W-W-W-W...."

Patrick pressed the tip of his blade into the man's skin.

"I will ask you one more time, and if you don't answer me, I will kill you right here without a second thought..."

He took a small breath, then continued.

"Now, how many more of you are there, asshole?"

"T-Two...I mean me too, I mean we two..."

"Rick it’s him and one other guy...Oh and he just pissed on your shoes.”

Patrick looked down at his sneakers then back up at the guy with a disapproving look. He shook his head at the guy.

"Bad move pal."

His hand moved quick and the guy gurgled once with his eyes wide before the life left him. Patrick lowered the dead idiot to the floor quietly and wiped the blood off onto the man's jacket before straightening up and looking at Mikey.

"What?...were you planning on letting him go?"

"No but...fuck it never mind."

Mikey headed into the building. He followed the path of light to the door. He took a deep breath and looked in. A guy was bent over in front of Gerard punching him in the gut. Mikey saw red. He pulled out his knife and with no thought stabbed him in the lower back.

Ray couldn't see what was happening because there was a bag over his head again, but he lifted his head up a little when the bastard that was hitting him stopped hitting him and screamed out. He saw the guy drop to his knees through the tiny gap at the bottom opening of the bag...he guessed that Mikey had arrived. He would've sworn with relief, if there wasn't a rag stuffed in his mouth.

Mikey was on top of the guy repeatedly stabbing him and cursing.

"Easy Mikey..."

Patrick chuckled from behind him, making no physical attempt to stop him.

"I think he's dead already."

Mikey dropped the blade, which was now lodged in the back of the guys skull, broken from the hilt. He got up and ran to Gerard.

"Gee Gee, speak to me!"

Mikey tore the bag off.

"Ray?"

"Mmmhhjm."

Ray mumbled from behind his gag. Mikey grabbed for Patrick's knife and cut the gag off.

"Ray Ray, where's Gee?!"

Ray coughed out a mouthful of blood and panted for a moment, then looked at Mikey and shook his head.

"I don't know, but they thought I was him, so I'm guessing they don't have him...Mikey?"

Mikey reeled back. He fell against the wall in shock. Patrick crouched down next to him.

"Mikey?...this is good Mikey. Gee's not here, he's safe."

"Gee..."

Patrick frowned slightly then turned to Ray.

"Let's get you out of these ropes and home..."

He turned to look back at Mikey as he cut Ray's ropes.

"...then you and me can go find out what the fuck all this shit was about, and dispose of the fucker who set this up."

"No no, where's Gee!? He has to be here!"

Ray slid down off of the chair he had been tied to and onto his knees next to Mikey. He took one of Mikey's hands in his with his uninsured hand.

"Mikey, they took me because they thought I was Gee...he's, not, here!"

"But we can't get a hold of him! Not even Frank!"

Ray blinked for a moment, then something clicked in his mind.

"They went away! It was a surprise, Frank took Gee on a romantic vacation..."

He sighed heavily, offering Mikey a smile.

"Gee called from Frank's phone about ten minutes before those fuckers took me, he said that he left his at home by accident and that they also left Frank’s charger. He gave me the hotel number and the room. I was going to call you and…”

"Why'd he call you and not Mikey?"

Ray turned to see the other man sat on the chair he'd been tied to, cleaning his knife with the leg of dead guy's pants.

"Because he wanted you two to have some time together..."

Ray looked back at Mikey, chuckling softly.

"He didn't want you to worry, so he called me. I was supposed to shoot you a text, but I was grabbed before I had a chance...sorry Mikes."

Mikey looked at Ray he then looked at Patrick. He then started to laugh. Ray and Patrick looked at each other then back at Mikey.

"Mikey?..."

Ray spoke tentatively.

"...you ok?"

"I'm fine...really fine."

He grinned maniacally and being covered in blood made him look even more psychotic.

"Lets go pay Chase a visit."

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The dropped Ray off at Gerard and Frank's house and after a shower and a change of clothing, they were on their way to the hotel.

"So how do you want to play this Mikes?...it's your show after all."

Patrick parked up a couple of blocks from the hotel. He turned off the engine and turned to look at Mikey.

"We can't stay here, I'm going to lose control, I can feel it...but Rick, you need to know that this won't be an easy kill. The reason why I didn't kill his brother was cause I couldn't. This is a very prominent family. The brother killed himself trying to leave the scene of the thankfully only attempted rape of Gee. He fell off the fire escape."

"And I'm sure you had absolutely nothing to do with that, right?"

"Actually no, it was all Frankie. It’s the moment when I knew he was good for Gerard and I gave my blessing."

Mikey smiled fondly. Patrick nodded in understanding then sighed.

"Look Mikes, I know you want revenge on this shit stain, but why don't you let me do this. You're too emotionally involved right now and I'm not. Why don't you go take care of Ray while I get this done, hmm?...I'll even take photos for you if you want."

"What happens if something happens to you?"

"It won't. I was doing this long before you met me Mikes, I can handle myself."

"I still don't know man..."

Patrick glanced out of the side window behind Mikey's head.

"Do you reckon that's him?"

When Mikey turned to look, Patrick brought his hand out of his pocket with a chloroform soaked cloth in it. He quickly shoved it over Mikey's nose and mouth, his other arm wrapping around Mikey's thrashing body until he stopped thrashing and fell limp against Patrick's chest. Patrick waited a moment to be sure, then removed the cloth and pocketed it before straightening Mikey's unconscious body in his seat and starting the car.

"It's for your own good Mikes."

He muttered as he put the car in drive and headed back to Gerard and Frank's house.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So we were going to give you the whole of the fic in one piece to begin with...then it was going to be a two parter, with the end in this chapter...but when we wrote this, it went so long that we decided to split it in two...so now this is a three parter. Don't worry though, part three is written so you shouldn't have to wait too long to find out what happens.

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