Evil Hearted You.

"Ah that was a lovely feast. Now to the dessert."

Grant had been looking at his nephew the whole meal with hungry eyes. No one had seen the two other demons that came with them.

"So dear nephew are you ready to...feed us?"

Mikey gulped.

"Yes uncle."

Gerard frowned.

"Mikey?...what's he talking about?"

Frank frowned and tilted his head in confusion.

Mikey rose from his seat and went to stand next to his uncle. Grant lifted a hand and ran it down Mikey's back to squeeze his ass. Frank growled and glared at Grant. Gerard bared his fangs, rising from his chair.

"What the fuck?!"

"Told you already to keep your hands off of him."

Frank warned and growled again.

"But Michael already agreed, didn't you Michael?"

Mikey just looked at the floor.

"What?!"

Frank looked at Mikey.

"I want you and Gee to be free."

Frank shook his head.

"That's not right."

"I'll do what I have to do."

"We can take care of ourselves Mikey, don't..."

Frank frowned and a quiet growl slipped out. He didn't know what to do. Gerard shook his head.

"Mikey, you don't have to do this...we'll find another way."

"Oh? And what do you think you have that would interest me, fledgling."

Compared to Grant, Gerard was still a toddler. Gerard swallowed.

"Me?"

He never met anyone that he would sacrificeanything for, until he met Mikey. Grant just laughed. He knew that Incubuses are inherently selfish.

"What?...what're you laughing at, I'm serious."

Frank looked at Gerard, wondering what the hell his plan was but he was against Grant touching Mikey so whatever his idea was it worked for Frank.

"Well...if you can come up with something more entertaining than watching Michael getting mounted by one of my pets, I am all ears."

Gerard's eyes widened as they flicked to the Hellhounds...he couldn't let that happen. He swallowed again.

"Me and...and whoever you choose."

"Whoever? Are you sure you want to give me that choice?"

Grant leered.

"Not really, but if it keeps your hands and...whatever, away from Mikey..."

Gerard trailed off and Frank frowned as he watched Grant's face, you could almost see the gears turning in his head and Frank was certain that was anything but a good thing. Grant looked back and forth between the people at the table as well as at the many creatures surrounding them. He wanted to make this moment count. He noticed that the Nightmare was giving him a face and that made him smirk.

"Fine, then him."

Frank's eyes went wide and he felt like he wanted to be sick. He wanted them to do what!?

"What the fuck...FRANK?!"

"You said anyone."

Frank glared at Gerard, absolutely livid that he'd somehow managed to drag him into this. Gerard gave him an apologetic look.

"Don't blame me Frank, I didn't know he'd pick you. Besides, it's for Mikey...wouldn't you do anything for Mikey?"

Frank grumbled and glared harder.

"Yeah I would, but you....."

Frank shuddered in disgust. This was ridiculous.

"I'm no happier about this than you Frank, but for Mikey..."

Gerard let the sentence hang in the air.

Frank didn't move, he looked at Mikey and he couldn't let anything happen to him. He growled to himself.

"Fine, for Mikey because I can't let him pay for us."

Gerard nodded, then looked over at Grant.

"We'll...do it. What exactly do you want us to do?"

Grant have his most feral grin yet.

"I want you to Fuck him."

Frank growled and looked at Gerard. No. He was not okay with that. Not even a little bit. Gerard raised an eyebrow, he sensed there was more.

"Where?"

"You can use my theater. Of course we have to change out the rug for a bed since Michael is no longer performing with my pet...unless the Nightmare would rather get fucked like an animal."

Frank glared at Grant.

"Not a chance."

"Well, it's either you two or..."

Grant called one of his Hell Hounds over. The two headed beast trotted over and Grant pet it murmuring to it. It looked at Mikey and growled.

"NO!..."

Gerard exclaimed loudly, before dropping his voice to a low, teeth grinding growl when the Hell Hound looked at him like he was lunch.

"We'll do it...right Frank?"

Frank gritted his teeth together and nodded. Gerard looked at Grant with a snarl.

"Happy?"

"Immensely. I think we will have dessert served in there "

"Whatever, I'm not sure if any of us will have an appetite anymore..."

Grant rose and placed a hand on Mikey's shoulder.

"And just in case your show isn't enough, we still have Michael as a back up."

Frank wrinkled his nose in disgust and glared at the ground, Gerard however didn't seem to know when to keep his mouth shut.

"You really are a pig, Grant...you know that?"

"Am I now?"

Grant smiled and waved his hand. To Mikey’s horror Gerard gained a snout and not just a normal one, but one that was hideously deformed. Gerard's hand shot up to his face and his eyes went wide. It felt...abnormal.

"What the...why you little..."

He folded his arms across his chest.

"Eh...I can make it work."

"Can you now? Want more?"

"Uh, no thanks, I'll pass."

"Would you like a new attachment Nightmare?"

"Um, no thank you. I'm fine like this."

Frank frowned and stepped back away from Grant.

"Well then, do you need time to get ready?"

"I'd rather get it over with."

"Well then, let's make our way to the theater shall we."

Grant began to lead Mikey forward. Gerard followed quickly behind.

"I thought you said you could handle it and make it work."

"I can, but that doesn't mean I want to."

"Let's see how you do in the show. "

Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"By the way, how many are we doing this show for exactly?"

"Oh just a few close and interested parties."

Frank frowned, this just kept getting better. He glared at Gerard again for getting him dragged into this.

"Interested parties?"

They made their way to a grand black door taller then them all.

"Gentlemen, you can use the side entrance over there to move to the back of the stage. My pet will show you where."

The same vampire reappeared. He took one look at Gerard and busted out laughing.

"Fuck you Deirdre."

Gerard growled.

"Nope, not anymore. There is nothing even remotely interesting about you anymore that I would want to fuck."

"What a relief that is."

Gerard said with an exaggerated sigh. Frank snickered and shook his head.

"Right now honey that Nightmare looks more desirable than you. I'll bet your magick doesn't even work anymore."

"That Nightmare? You know...I've half a mind to rip your tongue out of your skull."

The vampire bared his fangs.

"Try it Shadow boy."

Gerard took a breath, then sent a particular suggestion in the Vampire's direction. It was laced with the desire to fuck the nearest wall. The vampire looked at the determination on the incubus's face and then sniffed the air and threw his head back laughing loudly.

"I knew it!"

Gerard frowned, swallowing down the need to just rip the Vampire to pieces where he stood. The vampire danced and gloated with glee and venom.

"I bet he was hoping to use Magick to make you desire him and put on a good show, but now...I mean who would fuck a pig like that."

Gerard glanced at Frank, then looked down at the ground, insecurity taking him over. Frank looked over at Gerard and glared at the nasty creature harder. Gerard looked honestly upset by the comment.

"I believe you were given orders, not the freedom to treat us poorly. I suggest you get a move on."

The vampire bared his fangs in a grin.

"Sure, right this way."

The vampire sauntered forward and opened the door. Gerard sighed and followed with his head down. As Frank was passing by the vampire leaned in and whispered.

"Maybe you should fuck him instead, then you can make him squeal like the pig he is."

He laughed and shut the door locking it.

"I honestly think he'd be better...tolerable perhaps...without his tongue."

Frank growled, glaring at the door. Gerard just hummed slightly in agreement, eyes still on the floor...without his looks or his powers, what the fuck use was he anymore? Frank looked at Gerard and frowned.

"You okay?"

Gerard shrugged.

"Peachy, thanks."

Frank furrowed his brows and watched Gerard for a minute.

"Sure you are."

Gerard sighed and looked up at Frank through his hair.

"Please don't pretend that you care how I feel Frank..."

His voice cracked slightly and he coughed to cover it.

“I don't need false sympathy."

"Actually you looked upset and I'm not a heartless asshole."

Frank glared, he didn't care who or what Gerard was, that Vampire was out of line and dealt a low blow.

"Wasn't pretending but if you'd rather I pretend to be a dick then fine. I don't care, it's not like you're ever real nice. Let's get this over with and get the hell out of here."

Gerard swallowed and looked down.

"Frank?...I'm...I'm not ok. I just...I'm not used to anyone except Ray even noticing if I'm not...let alone bothering to ask. So thank you, and...I'm sorry."

Frank nodded.

"It's alright, just next time don't assume I'm not actually trying to see if you're okay. I may not like you but I do realise that despite the show you put on...there is probably actually a heart somewhere in your chest."

Frank shrugged and looked at him.

"Of the little I know about your kind, I do know you do feel."

Gerard closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall he was currently leaning on.

"It would be easier if we didn't, but yeah, we feel..."

He opened his eyes again and looked at Frank.

"Was he right though?...am I too ugly for anyone to want me now?"

Frank shook his head.

"No, he's just an asshole but it's also not unfixable if it bothers you. Though I'm sure Grant would prefer you thought it was."

"It's not?..."

Gerard sighed with relief.

"So I can get my nose back?... good!...I like my nose."

"Yeah, you should be able to get it back."

Gerard smiled genuinely at Frank.

"Thank you, I know I'm not the easiest person to be around sometimes, and I honestly wouldn't have blamed you if you just laughed at this..."

Frank nodded and looked at the curtain. He still didn't like this and he still didn't want Gerard anywhere near him. He wanted to ensure Mikey's safety though, so he knew he had to cooperate. Gerard couldn't use his power to make it any easier so he'd just have to deal with it. Gerard saw the nerves in the way Frank stood, he crossed to his side.

"You've, you've done this before...right?"

"Depends on what you mean by 'this'."

"Um...bottomed?"

Frank looked up at him and shrugged.

"Once or twice. Not generally a fan of it though."

Gerard nodded in understanding.

"I'm...I'm sorry I got you into this, it wasn't my intention."

"Not your fault Mikey's uncle is almost as much of an asshat as his father."

"True, but I'm still sorry."

Frank shrugged, and looked back at the curtain.

"Just remember, you hurt me...I do bite and I bite hard."

Gerard chuckled quietly.

"I'll remember that. Do you want me to...I mean do you want to prep yourself first?"

"I'll be fine."

Frank made a face, he didn't care one way or the other. He wanted this over and done with.

"If you're sure..."

Gerard moved over to the heavy, blood red velvet curtain and pulled back the edge a little to peep out. He dropped the curtain again immediately, turning his paler than usual face toward Frank.

"Fuck!"

He breathed out shakily. Frank arched an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

Gerard swallowed.

"Half of Hell is out there...look."

"What!?"

Frank moved to look out.

"For fuck sakes."

Gerard nodded, nervously bringing a hand up to cover his snout.

"I'm all for voyeurism, but this is a bit much."

Frank looked back at him and frowned. He reached up and pulled his hand away.

"You'll be fine. Ignore them and focus on not hurting me and getting bit. Good enough motivation?"

"I...I guess. I'll try really hard not to hurt you Frank...I don't actually want to hurt you..."

Gerard smiled slightly.

"You're not like what I expected, you're actually ok."

Frank raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell did you expect?"

Gerard shrugged, looking down.

"I don't know really...I'd been told so many stories about Nightmares and how mean and evil they were...I guess I took for granted that the stories were all true, and that all Nightmares were like that. Sorry."

"You do realise how old those stories are? And how shitty we've been treated since?"

Frank tilted his head.

"Your kind don't exactly have the greatest reputation either."

"I know, but there's less than a thousand of us left now, since your kind..."

Gerard sighed, dropping his shoulders and shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to fight about this anymore...neither of our races are innocent."

"No, they aren't."

Frank sighed and looked at the Incubus.

"I'm not necessarily sorry for what's been done to some of your kind. A lot of them are assholes, and I can say that from experience not just what I've been told. But I am sorry that you've been convinced that all Nightmares do shit like that, and I will never do that to you if you don't give me a damn good reason to."

Gerard looked up with a half smile.

"I won't give you reason...and if I get my powers back, I'll never use them on you...unless you give me a reason to...deal?"

He held out his hand toward the Nightmare. Frank nodded and took Gerard's hand, shaking it firmly.

"Sounds good to me. Deal."

Gerard smiled a little wider then looked at the curtain again.

"I...I guess it's time?"

"Guess so."

"Do you think someone will announce us, or do we just go out?"

"I have no idea."

"So are you two...what the fuck?!"

One of Grant's soldiers comes through the curtain and gets one look at Gerard and starts to crack up.

"Are you kidding me? This is what we are all waiting for? A Nightmare and a pig to fuck?"

Gerard dropped his eyes to the floor, his hair falling into his face.

Frank looked at Gerard and glared at the soldier.

"I'd advise you to shut the fuck up and do whatever you came back here to do without the commentary."

Frank growled.

"Well I came back here to make sure you were all ready, but..."

He snickered and left through the curtain.

"Man, you should see this ugly fucker. I don't think I could get it up watching him fuck anything!"

Gerard whimpered quietly.

"I can't go out there."

Frank turned around and looked at Gerard.

"Yes you can Gerard, you'll be okay. They don't fucking matter, this is about Mikey."

Gerard looked up, determination flashing in his eyes.

"You're right!...for Mikey..."

He took a breath and grabbed the edge of the curtain.

"Show time."

He pulled back the curtain to reveal them to the hundred or so denizens of the underworld. Mikey sat with Grant in his box at the center of the 1st tier of the theater. He saw Frank and Gerard standing on the stage with the bed behind them. They looked small and fragile. He heard whispering all around them and then quiet laughter. Frank stayed close to Gerard, for his comfort or Gerard's he wasn't sure but there were a lot of people, from the quiet laughs and murmurs he'd wager they were no better than Grant or the Vampire.

Mikey wanted to slap them all. He growled low. How dare they make fun of his Alpha. Normally, Gerard wouldn't have had a problem with performing in front of these assholes, but right now, he wasn't even sure he could get it up.

"Frank..."

“What.”

"I...think I might have a problem."

Frank looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Gerard felt his cheeks heat up.

"I’ve gone soft. I can’t get it up.”

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So what do you think will happen next?...will Gerard get it up for the show, or will something happen to save them?

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