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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance, Fall_Out_Boy, Panic!_at_the_Disco
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way/Pete_Wentz, Bert_McCracken/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Gerard_Way, Frank_Iero, Bob_Bryar, Ray_Toro, Mikey_Way, Bert_McCracken,
      Pete_Wentz, Joe_Trohman, Billie_Joe_Armstrong, Brendon_Urie
  Additional Tags:
      Rough_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Daddy_Kink, Top_Frank_Iero, Bottom_Gerard_Way,
      so_much_sex_like_omg, you're_in_for_a_treat, super_kinky_mafia_sex, this
      is_just_mafia_sin_with_death, death_and_more_death, so_much_kinky_sex,
      Collars, BDSM, Choking, Dom/sub, Domestic
  Series:
      Part 1 of Caught_Between_A_Bad_Guy_And_No_Good
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-31 Completed: 2016-08-28 Chapters: 13/13 Words: 13419
****** That's Just What The Boss Does ******
by EmoBean
Summary
     Gerard is a curvaceous sex-deprived citizen with an abusive
     boyfriend. Frank is a kinky Mafia boss who needs a partner. Sounds
     like they're destined for one another.
     But when Bert finds out that his boyfriend was taken by the mafia, he
     begins to get agitated. Gerard's always known that he shouldn't be
     around when Bert is agitated.
     Something starts brewing between Pete and Mikey; a relationship. But
     certainly not a healthy one.
     Fists will fly.
***** Successful Snag *****
He knew as soon as he saw him, he had to have him.
It was one of those days where he decided to stroll through the city, men in
black coats flanking him either side. The children waved at him, the woman
flaunted themselves and the men tipped their hats.
The mafia had total control of this city. The government let them; they had a
common enemy, so it was best to let them deal with it rather than intervene.
The police just walked past them as if they were ordinary citizens.
Mr. Iero hadn’t ever been stood up against. No one disrespected him, and
everyone definitely knew who he was. They knew he was powerful, he was rich, he
was strong, and he was generous, much better than the ruthless Bob ‘Bruiser’
Bryar. He hated that name, he hated what he stood for even more. He was glad he
deported the man before he could damage his streets even more.
They were heading to the mall. Mr. Iero loved to enforce his power simply by
presence, and he did love to spend money on things he didn’t need or wouldn’t
use.
The only problem was that he didn’t have someone in his life. Women were
pliant, and the only gay men in the area were gold diggers or hookers. He
wanted to break someone, mould them to his whim and spoil them.
It wasn’t until he came across the dark-haired boy that he found someone worth
fighting for, but they met in the most inconvenient way.
***
“Mikey!” Gerard yelled over the racks. He fiddled with the hem of his black
tank top as he waited for his brother to walk around the shelves.
“What!” He heard in the distance.
“Come here! I found a really awesome skirt that Bert is going to love!” He
enthused the word ‘loved’, knowing that Bert would definitely enjoy it, and
maybe stop hitting him.
Yeah, okay, his boyfriend was rough around the edges, but he loved him, and he
wouldn’t find anyone better in the dumpster that was New Jersey. He had
fingerprint bruises on his left wrist and a scar on the back of his shoulder
from when his lover put out a cigarette on his shoulder, but Gerard provoked
that. He was ‘always annoying’ and ‘needed to shut his cock-hole’.
Mikey appeared around the corner, stopping and sighing in disgust as he saw how
short it was. His brother’s partner was going to get a kick out of it, and he
disagreed strongly.
“No, Gerard, you can’t buy that,” Gerard pouted, looking down sadly before he
darted around the shelf, running to the cash register and tossing it on the
counter.
“Just that thanks,” He urgently rushed out, moving the employee along and
tossing the skirt in his Victoria’s Secret shopping bag as a panting Mikey
scowled beside him.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Mikey seethed as they walked out, Gerard making
a gleeful noise and turning around, walking backwards in front of his brother.
“Gee, watch out!” Too late, he bumped into someone, falling backwards onto his
round bottom with a slightly-audible slap.
“Ow, watch it!” Gerard yelled at the unknown stranger, getting up onto his feet
and rubbing his sore behind that was clad in some very short denim shorts.
“Sorry, my bad,” a deep voice sounded from above him. “Maybe if you didn’t get
in the way I wouldn’t have knocked you over.”
Gerard decided to name the guy ‘Mr. Creep’ after the stranger’s eyes swept down
his body, lingering at his curvaceous hips.
“My eyes are up here, you fucktard! People walking into you isn’t an excuse to
knock them over,” Gerard ranted, Mikey cringing as he realised his brother
didn’t know who the man was. He grasped at his shoulder, pulling him urgently
backwards. Gerard palmed him off.
“Sorry princess, just checking out the goods,” Gerard shrieked, stomping his
foot like a brat and raising his hand, slapping the man straight across his
cheek.
The stranger chuckled under his breath, raising a hand to stop the approaching
men in suits.
“Hmm, you’re going to be a challenge,” he rubbed his cheek. “I like
challenges.”
“Mr, Iero, we can terminate him if you want.”
Gerard’s eyes went like saucers. “M-Mr. Ier-ro, you’re Mr. Iero?!” His blood
ran cold.
“In the flesh, ‘Gee’.” He signalled his men, the six of them surrounding the
two figures and pushing them towards the exit, leaving the man behind. He
smirked, this boy was going to be fun, all he had to do was break him in like a
new pair of shoes.
He could feel the stares of multiple onlookers. “Get back to what you were
doing!” He said calmly, waving his hand, and just like that the citizens went
back to their shopping.
***
“Unhand me, you fools! My boyfriend won’t stand for this!” Mikey had already
bowed his head, accepting his death as Gerard continued to fight and protest,
struggling against the strong grips that held him in place.
“Do as he says,” Mr. Creep said behind him. Gerard’s skin crawled at the sound
of his voice, the men letting go of him. He looked flustered, many of the men
looking down at his round ass with satisfaction.
“I hate you!” The boy yelled at him, going to hit him again. This time, the man
caught his hand, pulling him closer by the wrist. Their bodies collided,
Gerard’s cheeks heating up as Frank leaned into his ear.
“Boyfriend, huh?” His breath tickled the feminine boy’s ear, a shiver running
through his entirety. “No problem, we can deal with him. Especially since he
gave you these.”
Frank’s fingertips traced along the fading purple marks on his wrist.
“Let’s bring you back to mine, huh?”
***
“You won’t be getting your brother back, cupcake,” Mikey scowled quietly to
himself as the shorter guy gazed at him from across the room.
“Fuck off, creep,” Mikey spat, crossing his legs on top of the cushioned sofa
he was sitting on and shrinking in on himself.
“Actually, I prefer to be called Mr. Wentz, but you’re pretty hot, so you can
call me Pete, just not Peter.”
“Okay Peter, I’m not gay,” The man stalked towards him, jabbing a finger in his
chest.
“Pete! And you so are. Every inch of your skin screams that you’re a total
bottom, just like your brother.”
“Peter, leave me and my brother alone! I have had girlfriends; I don’t want a
dick up my ass!” The man chuckled under his breath, leaning over and pushing
the lanky boy against the back of the couch.
“It’s Pete, and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up with my dick in your ass,
virgin boy.”
Mikey scoffed. “I’m not a virgin, I’ve done a girl before.”
Pete laughed. “Please, I read your file Mikey. You were home-schooled. There’s
no way that you’re not a virgin.”
The lanky boy blushed heavily, turning his head to the side and gasping as a
pair of lips attached themselves to the skin there. He pushed against the
figure pinning him down but he couldn’t move Pete. His eyes screwed shut as the
sucking intensified, surely leaving a mark behind.
Pete stopped sucking, withdrawing with a string of spit stuck to his lips and
the new hickey. He pulled away, whipping his mouth before leaving the room.
“What the hell,” Mikey breathed out, gritting his teeth as he brushed his
fingers against the wound.
The man had marked him.
***** Finger Fuck On A Pool Table *****
Chapter Summary
     Shots with Billie Joe, fucks with Mr. Iero
Chapter Notes
     THIS IS NOT THE USUAL STANDARD OF SMUT
     i just rushed it cuz i wanted to get another chapter out because YOU
     GUYS RESPONDED SO WELL THANKS
     comment and kudos if you can (yes, guests can kudos)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Gerard stumbled through the marble corridors, shopping bags still in hand as he
was led to his room. The curly haired man pushed him inside, telling him he had
an hour to get ready.
“Oh, and by the way, try not to talk about anyone other than him. That will
make him either kill you or send you home,” Gerard smirked internally, nodding
at Ray’s words of wisdom as he shut the door behind him.
His eyes fell upon a silky white dress with a flowing skirt. It was long,
reaching to just below his knees. Overall, it was so not his style. He decided
against wearing the dress.
He still had his shopping bags, so that’s what he was wearing; his black
miniskirt, his black panties and the crop top/leather jacket combo. It was sure
to drive Frank crazy, especially with all the flirting he was going to do.
Getting changed, he lined his eyes with some eyeliner, stepping out into a
thankfully empty hallway. He made his way to a common room he saw on his way to
the bedroom, stepping through the archway and into a bustling room.
The room went silent. People stopped playing pool, the music turned off, and
everyone turned to look at the new arrival.
He blushed. Soon enough, most of the gang had stopped staring at him, going
back to what they were doing. He felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Want a drink?” A rather attractive dark-haired man asked him. Gerard nodded in
response, following him over to a small bar with an actual bartender serving
people.
“Oi! Over here, get us two shots of something fucking insane!” Gerard felt
intimidated by the guy, standing completely still and frigid next to him.
The guy handed one shot to him, finishing the other one in a single go. Gerard
followed suit, his throat burning from the strong liquor.
“Billie Joe,” the guy stuck his hand out, shaking Gerard’s hesitant one
enthusiastically.
“Gerard, but you can call me Gee.”
Billie Joe nodded, dragging Gerard away from the bar and towards the pool
table. “Ever played pool before, Gee?” Gerard shook his head. “I’ll show you.”
He led him to one of the tables without people playing, handing a que to the
beautiful boy and standing behind him. “Lean over,” Gerard did as he said,
purposefully giving the man an eye full of his round ass that was squeezed so
tightly into his black mini skirt.
The guy followed his lead, leaning against him and pressing against his side as
he directed Gerard’s fingers to the right spots, pulling back before pushing
him forward, jolting his crotch into his behind as the tip of the que hit the
ball, sending it flying and clinking against the others. The colourful spheres
darted in all different directions, one sinking in a hole.
“Good job, babe,” Billie Joe whispered in his ear, his body still pressed
firmly into Gerard’s. Neither noticed that the music stopped, or that everyone
had filed out of the room, both caught in their own flirtatious world.
Gerard tested the waters, pushing back a little and gasping as he felt a
sizeable erection pressed against his behind.
The man chuckled. “I knew you were a bottom,” He smirked, grinding teasingly
into Gerard’s soft flesh. A girly and high pitched moan came from the boy in
front of him, his body responding to every touch.
Gerard’s head was screaming no, he had a boyfriend, but his body was repeating
yes over and over. He had a boyfriend! He couldn’t just grind on this stranger
he just met. Yet he was, and boy was he enjoying it.
“I suggest you two stop that.”
***
Frank was on his way to pick up Gerard from his room, deciding on stopping by
the common room first. He didn’t go in, just observed from the outside as his
men milled around, enjoying the facilities.
His eyes narrowed as they fell upon his Gee. He wasn’t wearing the dress he
bought him, instead he was wearing a short whore skirt and a revealing top, and
on top of that, he was grinding against Armstrong!
The men quieted as they saw him standing in the doorway, filing out dutifully.
The two were still touching and grinding against one another, oblivious to the
fact that the man who owned Gerard was standing right behind him.
Once Gerard moaned, he lost it. “I suggest you two stop that,” Armstrong parted
straight away, leaving a horny and flustered Gerard leaning against the table.
“Go,” Frank ordered, his third in command scuttling away from the powerful man.
Gerard tried to follow him.
“Ah ah, not so fast princess,” Gerard gulped at the menacing tone, moving
backwards until he backed up against the pool table again. Frank closed the gap
between them, bodies almost touching after three quick strides.
His victim was so close, close enough that he could smell his perfume. It was
something girly and innocent, flowery, and it turned him on beyond belief.
“What were you going to do to him?”
Gerard boldly made and held eye contact. “I was going to fuck him.”
Frank struggled to keep an icy demeanour, wanting nothing more than to take the
boy to his bedroom and fuck him hard into the mattress. He had told Ray to tell
Gerard that he’d send him home if he talked about someone other than him. He
lied, he just wanted to see how far this would go. He simply raised his
eyebrows.
“You heard me. I was going to take him to my room and ride him. Maybe I’d blow
him. He could take my virginity for all I care.”
A scoff came from the mafia boss. “You’re a virgin? Wow, that’s going to be
fun.”
Before Gerard could rebuttal, Frank pressed his lips against his own. No! He
wanted to know what he meant! All thoughts slipped from his mind as the
powerful man slid his tongue through his unpliant lips. He gave in, kissing
back with the same hungry force.
A hand slid down his body, Frank hoisting him up into a sitting position on the
pool table. His tattooed fingers ran up the insides of his thighs, one hand
coming back up to his mouth. Gerard took two of his digits through his awaiting
lips, sucking on them greedily and slathering them in his own spit.
All too soon, the fingers were leaving his mouth, trailing down his body. He
tried to wiggle away as Mr. Iero pushed his panties to the side, pressing his
wet fingertips against his entrance.
“Stop struggling,” Frank ordered, Gerard strangely obeying. He smirked at the
still boy, pushing against his protesting, virginal hole. The muscle finally
gave in, allowing the intrusion to go further.
Gerard winced with pain, failing to see how anyone found this pleasurable. It
felt painful, stinging, like he was being fucked in the ass with an
uncomfortably hot rod of metal.
“It gets better babe.”
Just as Frank said that, he curled his fingers, tips resting on his prostate.
Gerard’s whole body jolted, a loud moan falling from him, alike to the one from
before. His erection strained against his skirt, Frank teasingly grinding
against it.
Gerard’s entrance was so amazingly tight, Frank knew he would feel so good
around his tongue, his cock.
“You like that baby?” Gerard moaned, his body uncontrollably twitching from the
restless assault coming from Frank’s fingers. He thrusted himself down onto
them, almost screaming as his prostate was jabbed.
“Mr. Iero, I’m g-gonna cum, ohhh,” Gerard groaned, Frank observing hungrily as
the boy fell apart beneath him, spurting against the inside of his skirt, cock
untouched.
He let the boy breath, wiping his fingers against the silky green cloth that
covered the pool table.
“My turn,” Frank said, unbuckling his pants.
Chapter End Notes
     hope you enjoyed! tell me what you thought of it in the comments
     -D
***** Well, The Pool Table Is Ruined *****
Chapter Summary
     And they're just so damn expensive to get re-upholstered.
Chapter Notes
     YO MY PEEPS
     THIS BOOK IS DOIN MAD GOOD EH
     HERES SOME FRERARD KINK SHIT WITH SOME CURVY FETISH THROWN IN FOR MY
     LAD WHO SAID THEY LIKED IT
     THERE YOU GO YOU SINNER
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“N-no, p-please,” Gerard stuttered, sliding down the side of the table. He
clutched at his sides; what had he just done? He had a boyfriend and he just
cheated on him! Fear and guilt mingled and twisted in his stomach. Bert wasn’t
going to go easy on him this time, and his body has sustained enough injuries
as it is.
“Shut it, princess,” Frank growled, unzipping his zipper. The individual teeth
clicked through the metal tunnels, time slowing down as Gerard became
infatuated with each click of the plastic passing through. Frank smirked,
Gerard unaware that he was staring.
Frank popped the button, Gerard twitching slightly as more of the powerful
man’s skin was revealed. Almost all of his skin was covered with ink, his body
wearing two skins; the one he was born with and the one he chose to have, the
chosen one scribbled upon like a blank page given to a toddler, yet more
artistic. Gerard reached up, tentative fingerprints running along the slightly
raised flesh. Each swirling line, every swirling design came together to make a
beautiful mess that would appear haphazard to anyone who wasn’t so interested
in them.
A shiver ran under his skin as the curvaceous boy beneath him widened his
touch, placing two palms on either hip. All thoughts of Bert and his branding
knuckles flew out the window as Frank pushed his pants down his hips, the
surely-expensive material falling to his ankles. He slipped out of his shoes,
leaving his pants on the ground in the process. He was wearing black cotton
underwear.
Gasping at the new flesh shown to him, Gerard’s palms travelled further down,
resting at the elastic with the words ‘calvin klein’ embezzled into the
threads. His eyes met Mr. Iero’s, the mutual eagerness conveyed through their
gazes. Before he could protest or remove his grip, Frank placed his own on his
hourglass waist, hoisting him back up onto the forest-coloured felt tabletop.
“Nghh,” Frank groaned as Gerard returned his touch to his v-lines, the angled
flesh feeling rather sensitive to his hold. The influential man ran his palms
down the soft waistline of the boy, gripping harshly onto the excess flesh he
carried around his hips. This arose a sound of his own from Gerard, earning him
a smirk from the gang leader.
“Like it when I treat you like a slut, or when I treat you like a princess?”
Frank grilled, seething through his pearly white teeth as the boy ran manicured
nails over the front of his briefs, the rounded cuticles arousing him to the
point of uncomfortableness.
“Princess,” Gerard began to rattle off, continuing to trace over the concealed
length as Frank pushed forward into the offending digits. “I love to be
pampered.”
Frank smiled. “Bert always spoils me when I wear stuff for him,” Frank frowned.
“He loves it.”
“You’re not allowed to talk about him.”
Gerard’s eyes dart down when his hand is slapped away. Finally, Frank hooked
his tattooed thumbs into the waistband, pushing them down to his thighs.
A massive member was revealed. And when he thought of the word massive, he
meant bigger than possible. It looked angry, curved beautifully upwards and
long. And thick.
His brain shorted out. How is it possible for it to be that big? Thoughts
ricocheted in his head, Frank staring with amusement as Gerard continued to
stare at it.
Frank – being the massive tease he is – decided to wrap his own hand around it,
his large grip encircling his even larger shaft. Gerard wanted to touch it,
taste it, feel it, but was so limited, frozen almost. He could only remain
helpless and watch as Frank got himself off as his own cum dried and stuck to
his thighs and the fabric of his skirt.
“I could give you so much more,” Frank soothed, hand still slowly gliding up
and down his thick and dripping member, the flesh enflamed and engorged with
lust. “Money isn’t an issue, and there isn’t a single name in the city that
wouldn’t want to wake up next to this face every morning.”
Gerard nodded absentmindedly, unaware of the full extent of what he was
agreeing to. All he could watch was the way Frank was manhandling himself, his
grip careless and rough on his own aching cock. Gerard could feel his own
throbbing in his skirt, aroused once again by the scene in front of him.
“I could by you the prettiest and sexiest things you wanted, I could get you so
many skirts,” those words captured Gerard’s attention. Womanly things were his
complete weakness.
“Skirts?”
Frank nodded. “So many. Pleated, cashmere, ruffled, short,” he paused for
dramatic effect. “Schoolgirl… you could be all mine,” Gerard looked like he was
going to take the offer.
“Think about it, babe,” they both returned their attention to the flesh resting
in Frank’s hand, Gerard boldly reaching down and grabbing it in his own. Frank
hissed at the cool touch, Gerard’s pale and playful fingertips dancing along
the bulging vein running up the heated member.
His other hand moved down to rest at the full balls hanging from the base.
Frank’s head dipped back, revealing a beautifully carved neck to Gerard’s eager
mouth. He latched on, tongue and teeth working harmoniously to achieve a
beautiful mark created by an artist’s kiss.
The marking process only aroused Frank further, stashing thoughts of revenge
away in the back of his mind for another day.
Gerard’s hand sped up, thumb tracing over the head teasingly as the receiver
gritted his teeth. Frank’s fingernails embedded themselves into the soft flesh
peeking out from his crop top, leaving crescent marks that were sure to hang
around for a while and remind Gerard of these events.
“Babe, please, talk to me,” Frank gritted out, pearly whites mashing together
to prevent an embarrassing noise from escaping.
“You want me to talk about your big cock?” Gerard questioned, amused at how
quickly and eagerly Frank nodded. “Well, sir,” Gerard began. “I’ve fingered
myself before, since Bert doesn’t ever get me off, and I can tell you,” he
leaned closer.
“I am super tight.”
Frank nearly blew it right then, grip leaving the chubby hips that belonged to
Gerard and bracing them on the table either side of him, scratching up the
expensive green of the billiard table.
“You like thinking about burying your massive cock into my tiny hole?” Frank
could only nod, unable to react in any other way. He can imagine forcing his
way into the curvy boy’s ass, feeling the muscles clench around him.
“We both know I wouldn’t go easy on you, I’d just plunge in and out and in and
out until you were begging me to stop.”
Frank’s fingers dug through the green tabletop, splintering the wood
underneath.
“And after a while, I’d still inside of you and cum everywhere,” Frank grunted.
Gerard’s hands remained relentless, copious amounts of precum aiding his glide
as he tightened around the aching flesh, feeling the throb of blood and heat
and excitement.
“Cum for me Frank.”
The room whited out as the man spurted onto himself and the boy opposite him.
Gerard flinched slightly, the warm substance coating his bare belly and thick
thighs. He kept stroking the man through his orgasm until his body twitched
with oversensitivity.
“Let’s get cleaned up before someone comes in and finds us,” Frank and Gerard
collectively giggled.
Chapter End Notes
     WOO HOPE YOU ENJOYED
     IM GOING TO CHINA FOR A SCHOOL EXCURSION
     PROBS GONNA UPLOAD ANOTHER CHAPTER BEFORE I GO
     ITS FOR TEN DAYS
     -D
***** Tattoo Plans And The Party Ends (In Bert's head) *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikey vows to get a tattoo, the brothers reunite and Bert gets antsy.
Chapter Notes
     I GOT KILLJOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
     ANYWAY, IM BACK FROM CHINA
     HERES A CHAPTER YOU BITCHES
     (PS IM SO SORRY I GOT BACK A FEW DAYS AGO AND IM LAZY AF SO SORRY0
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“We can eat elsewhere if you are uncomfortable,” Frank sighed, running his palm
along the top of his lover’s thigh.
“N-no, I’m fine here,” Gerard forced a smile, continuing to eat daintily.
He had a bad predicament. In public, he tried to avoid Mr. Iero’s men in fear
of being possibly hurt. Not only that, they weren’t exactly the friendliest of
people. Well, they didn’t look friendly. Now Gerard was sat at one of many
tables full of men, in a mess hall, tattoo’s and piercings and threatening
glares reducing him to an anxiety ridden mess.
Frank could tell that Gerard was uncomfortable. He didn’t know what to do about
it. He just tightened his grip on Gee’s thigh.
The whole room went silent as the door swung open, rattling on its hinges and
banging against the wall with a loud smack. In came Pete, along with-
“Mikey!” Gerard yelled, standing up abruptly and running towards his brother,
unaware of all the stares fixated on him.
His brother looked shocked, arms wide open as his older sibling ploughed into
him, wrapping his arms around the taller boy. Frank stood next to Pete,
watching the two brothers reunite.
Gerard held Mikey at arm’s length, scrutinising him and checking for any signs
of damage. Mikey appeared fine… but is he really? He knew nothing about him.
“Wait… how did you get that?” Gerard pointed at a mark on his neck, eyes
widening in realisation. Frank and Pete broke out in a fit of chuckles, while
the whole dining hall erupted in raucous laughter.
Mikey blushed, glaring at his brother. Pete made his way towards him, securing
an arm firmly around his waist. Frank ordered his men to get back to eating,
the whole room soon ignoring the four of them.
“He was a bit of a struggle,” Pete whispered in Frank’s direction. Mikey glared
at him.
“I can hear you, jerk!” Gerard internally giggled at his brother’s boldness.
“Don’t call me that,” Pete hushed, his fingers curling into the lanky boy’s
waist. Mikey visibly shivered.
Frank was the first to break the silence. “Let’s go back to our room, Gerard. I
need you for something,” there was obviously a hidden meaning in that sentence,
Mikey looking at him pointedly and Pete smirking.
“We’ll see you guys in the morning,” Gerard offered politely, hugging his
brother before he was dragged away by Frank.
***
“So… I got Ray to grab a present for you,” Frank began, pulling Gerard into
their now-shared bedroom. Gerard’s teeth worried at his bottom lip. “Well go
on, open the closet.”
Gerard made his way over to the closet, smooth and small hands making quick
work of the latch and pulling it open. Was this going too fast? He wasn’t going
to be here forever, and they already have a room together.
Bert wasn’t going to like this. He knew he cheated on Gerard, many times, with
many guys and girls, but Bert wasn’t a sharing kind of guy. Would he kill
Frank? Would Frank kill him?
The ‘present’ was a walk-in closet, divided perfectly in two. One half had
suits, coats, shirts and dress shoes; obviously Frank’s. The other half…
“N-no!” Gerard squawked, pushing past Frank in a hurry. His wrist was captured
and held tightly by tattooed fingers.
“What’s wrong, Gee?” Frank grabbed his other hand, holding both in a worried
embrace.
“I-I’m not here p-permanently,” he cursed his stuttering, it often made him
lose power in his arguments. Frank looked even more concerned, pulling Gerard
closer to him by his hips, ignoring the two hands pushing him away by his
chest.
“Why not?”
Gerard frowned. “You just k-kidnapped me and my brother, and you expect me to
stay here and bow to your e-every will and go along with your sick sexual
fantas-“
“No, not mine. Ours. And you’re not here permanently. You could leave,” Frank
pulled him even closer. Gerard could feel his warm exhale on the skin of his
neck; hot and steamy breath eddying across his tender skin. “But you’d have to
convince your brother to go.”
A scoff came from the curvy boy. “I’m sure wherever he is, he’s fighting
against whatever that sick henchman of yours is doing.”
Frank chuckled, hands wandering around his waist and down… pinching his fleshy
behind until Gerard squeaked, trembling against his sharp figure. “I wouldn’t
be so sure if I were you.”
***
“Petey, Petey please,” Mikey moaned, his high pitched sounds echoing through
their empty room. His hands were tied in front of him to the bed post, his legs
folded underneath him. He wasn’t even sure if the fit, raven-haired man was in
the room with him – due to the blindfold. All he knows is how hard his cock is,
resting beneath him, and how desperate he was.
He could hear a faint chuckle behind him, then the bed dipping to accommodate
someone’s weight. Pete was here the whole time. A blush rested on his cheeks as
he realised the man never left, and had heard him begging like a whore.
“Someone’s a little needy,” Pete observed, tracing his fingertips over the bow
of Mikey’s back, admiring the curve. Him and his brother both had flawless
skin; it was something he admired greatly. It spoke of opportunities to mark
him up, gently of course, so if anyone else had the opportunity to unwrap him
like the gift he was, they would see that he belonged to someone.
His touch moved to the small of the trembling figure’s back, the pad of his
thumb tracing the empty skin there.
“Someday, my name will be there in jarring black ink,” he leaned down, pressing
his lips against the flawless spot. “Understand?” Mikey nodded, pushing back
against the touch. A fingertip became a palm, the sure and steady touch
travelling downwards until it rested over his ass. A squeak came from the boy
below him as he squeezed harshly before slapping down on it, leaving behind a
light red hand print.
“I want to hear your words, boy,” Pete gritted out, soothing the skin he had
just assaulted. A whimper came from Mikey.
“Yes, Petey. I’ll get a big tattoo of your name so it’s there forever,” Pete
smirked.
“Good.”
Mikey didn’t really realise the weight of his words, only that he thoroughly
enjoyed the presence of this man. He kinda… liked him.
All thoughts flew from his mind as his legs were spread, knees pushed wider and
wider apart until-
“Nghh… Petey,” Mikey groaned out as he felt a hard member press between his
thighs, rubbing between his cheeks.
“Yeah baby, like my big cock? Don’t you worry, you can have it soon enough.”
***
“For fucks’ sake!” Bert yelled in his tiny apartment, throwing the newspaper
across the dingy room.
‘Iero’s New Boyfriend:
Mafia leader and businessman Frank Iero was spotted with town local Gerard Way
at a shopping mall. Witnesses say the two fought before Mr. Iero led the boy
away. The two disappeared later on, and have not been seen in public since. An
insider source tells us that the two have been rendezvousing in the leader’s
stronghold. Neither have been present to make a comment or statement about the
incident.
See more on page 6.’
He seethed, ripping cushion after cushion off his couch, throwing them out the
window and onto the street below. He smashed everything that he could reach,
blood rushing.
Gerard was his slut! Sure, he didn’t mean much, and always whined, but he was
good to rub up on and frustrate. This Iero guy took what was his.
He was going to get it back.
Chapter End Notes
     Whats chillin my homies.
     you guys want to see the rest of that pete mikey scene? do you want
     them not included at all?
     what do you think is in the closet?
     TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS THNX
     XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
     PS IM GOING TO SEE TWENTY ONE PILOTS TOMORROW AT GROOVIN THE MOO.
***** Is Pete An Issue? *****
Chapter Summary
     Dining hall shenanigans, Pete is a little brainwashy and Gerard likes
     to please.
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys.... hope you enjoy it? i really need to post some finding of
     a mate, ill do it soon i promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!
     until then,
     -D
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Frank was gone.
Well… He just left for the day. Gerard was told strictly to not go anywhere
that wasn’t the dining hall, their bedroom or the rec room.
He was in the rec room right now. It was kind of fun hanging out with Frank’s
men. They drank, they played awesome music and they were awesome to talk to.
“So… Gerard. What’re you going to do around here?” A man Gerard think was
called Joe asked. Gerard was stunned. Did he need to do something? “Well,
everyone pulls their weight around here. What are you doing that contributes?”
“Uh… I satisfy Frank’s needs, I guess,” the words sounded a lot worse coming
out of his mouth.
“Ah, yes. A common slut. Don’t worry, you won’t be here for long,” Joe piped
up, turning back to his game of pool.
A tidal wave of emotion came over Gerard. He was a common slut. He was only
here because Frank wanted to… ruin him? What does that even mean? He was only
here for Frank’s sexual pleasure, that was all.
He turned tail and left, whimpering like a wounded dog. He located their shared
bedroom and ran inside, bolting it behind him.
There was only one thing he could do to fix this.
***
“Where’s Gerard?!” Frank bellowed. He heard what had happened with his baby and
Joe. He needed to find the boy before he did something irrational.
“He went to his r-room, Sir,” Joe stuttered. Frank turned to the direction of
the voice, eyes landing on the trembling figure.
“Ah, Joe…” Frank smirked, walking towards him slowly. “You’re the one that hurt
my baby boy, aren’t you?” A subtle nod came from the trembling figure. He knew
his fate, he just hoped that it wasn’t going to kill him.
“Send him to the room, Billie. I’m going to go and check on Gerard.”
***
“Petey, please!”
It had been four hours since Pete had ground on him. The only remnant of the
heated moment was the cool spatter of Pete’s seed over his back, now dry.
“How’re you feeling, sweety? Hard?” Pete was back. Mikey immediately thrust
himself backwards, cursing the handcuffs for limiting his movement.
“Please, please just fuck me, I need you.”
Pete laughed, running his hand along Mikey’s inner thigh. “Who do you belong
to, Mikey?” He groaned, running his touch up and along his hip, securing his
fingers around his lover’s waist.
“You, Pete.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Pete.”
The older man chuckled. “That’s right, now… let’s have some fun.”
Pete knew this was brainwashing. He was using lust to make the man submit to
him. He preferred the term… modelling. Acting like Mikey was a lump of clay, in
need of a little shaping. Soon, Mikey will be tailored to fit his needs, and
they will be perfect for one another.
***
Gerard shivered. The bedroom was cold, too cold, his bare skin twitched under
the pale lamplight.
His plan was well-thought-out. Whenever Bert came home mad in the late hours of
the day, Gerard would dance for him. Bert always said that it was all he was
good for, so why should it be any different for Frank Iero, a feared mafia
leader?
He could hear Frank’s heavy footsteps coming down the hall, identifiable from
the spaced out bumps that belonged to a powerful swagger.
Frank opened the door, shrugging off his coat. He froze.
“Uh, G-Gerard, what’s this?” He gestured towards the scantily clad boy in front
of him. His eyes ghosted over the curvaceous angles, from his small feet up to
his beautiful hips, further up to the t-shirt he was wearing that just covered
the middle of his underwear.
“Sit,” Gerard ordered, pushing Frank over to the end of the bed and forcing him
down onto it. Frank complied, loving the feeling of being dominated by someone
as… powerless as Gerard.
The boy sat on his lap, coaxing a grunt from Frank. His hands immediately
grasped onto Gerard’s curvy hips, only to be swatted away painfully by the boy
himself.
“No touching, just enjoy,” Gerard soothed, resting his hands on the man’s
angular shoulders. Placing his knees either side of Frank’s legs, he rose up,
lowering himself down onto Frank’s crotch and swivelling his hips.
He noticed Frank’s hands twitching in the bedspread, obviously aching to reach
up and touch the boy. Gerard leaned over, attaching himself onto Frank’s neck
with his lips.
Frank groaned as the boy continued his ministrations. His hands wondered down
onto his belt buckle, pulling the leather away from the metal and unthreading
it from the loops of his pants, tossing it to the side for later. Popping the
button open, he unzipped the front, pushing the material aside to reveal dark
cotton underwear.
Gerard leaned down, connecting their lips. Frank took control of the kiss,
contrasting how dominant his victim was being. Gerard’s lips reverberated as a
moan tore through Frank. His eyebrow quirked with curiosity, pulling away and
letting his eyes dart downwards.
A gasp left his mouth open and gaping as he stared at Frank’s hand moving
against his own member that stood prominent under the dark material. An even
louder moan bounced through the silent room, no longer silenced by Gerard’s
pink lips.
Frank’s eyes closed, teeth gritting as he pushed down harder, palming himself.
His strokes were paced, moving languidly along his throbbing manhood.
Gerard’s eyes danced along his figure, reaching up to the flame resting just
next to his heart. His fingers skirted along the permanent word, hope, moving
downwards. Frank’s lip parted as the pad of a thumb ran across his nipple,
lower down to the birds imprinted on the insides of his hips. Gerard’s arm
brushed against Frank’s, his lover’s hand still moving against his aching cock
as his own hand lay on his hip, member left neglected in his underwear.
A quizzical noise came from Frank when his hand was batted away, only to be
replaced by Gerard’s daintier hand.
“F-fuck,” Frank gritted out, hips rocking up into the touch. Gerard curiously
explored the flesh straining against the dark material, Frank’s cock throbbing
and twitching under his fingertips. His lips captured Frank’s earlobe, teeth
scraping against the sensitive erogenous flesh.
Frank’s hips pushed upwards, his breath quickening. Gerard felt moisture pool
at the front of his boxers, slickening his hand as he palmed downwards harder.
“B-babe,” Frank moaned, his hands snaking down to Gerard’s ass, grasping at the
soft flesh.
“What, are you going to cum?” Frank nodded, letting a needy moan slip from his
lips. Gerard shushed him, placing his free hand over his mouth.
Frank cried out from under his grip as he came, wave after wave soaking his
boxers. Gerard continued to move his hand back and forth against his member,
Frank’s seed soaking through the material.
“Shit.”
***
Once Frank was asleep, Gerard allowed the first few tears to escape. Each drop
fell down his cheeks as he hunched over at the edge of the bed, letting each
silent sob wrack through him.
This wasn’t permanent, and he’d keep telling himself that. Frank didn’t care
about him, and he’d be back under Bert’s fists before he could stop it.
Chapter End Notes
     SSooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
     Pete? Do you think what he's doing is manipulative?
     Does Frank care about Gerard?
     What's Joe TroHAM's deal?
     Tell me in the comments!
     -D
***** I'm Not A Fucking Dog *****
Chapter Summary
     You can guess.
Chapter Notes
     you'll 100% hate me because of the last three words.
     DONT SKIP AHEAD
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“This is one-hundred percent necessary, Gee.”
Frank sighed, his fingers rifling through the different strips of leather
hanging on a rack.
“I’m not a fucking dog, Frank,” Gerard protested, going against all his
thoughts of wanting to be owned by Frank.
“Watch your tone with me, Gerard, now pick one or I’ll pick it for you.”
Gerard huffed like a three-year-old, his fingers darting around the different
assortments of collars. He felt uncomfortably open in the adult sex store where
leering onlookers watched his every move.
“This one,” Gerard decided, choosing a light pink collar made from a soft
material. It had a metal loop on the back and on the front, as well as another
attached on the underside. A strip of lace ran around the top and the bottom of
the cloth, tickling his fingers slightly.
Frank nodded slightly, content with his choice. He chose a fancy metal tag,
bringing both things to the register, alongside a matching bundle of light pink
rope, soft and stretchy yet strong.
A whimper arose from Gerard at the sight of the bindings, the noise not going
unnoticed by Frank. The cashier scanned the items, receiving the money from the
mafia leader.
***
“No way am I wearing it if it says that!” Gerard argued. The tag had the words
‘property of Frank Iero’ engraved into the surface.
“You will and that’s final,” Frank declared, forcing the man to sit on the end
of their bed as he grabbed the collar, undoing it and threading it around
Gerard’s neck. He made sure to put it on loose enough that he could wiggle two
of his fingers in underneath the collar, but tight enough that Gerard could
feel it.
The tag jingled every time Gerard moved, much to his discomfort and Frank’s
delight.
“Strip.”
“What the fuck?” Gerard raised his voice.
“I said strip, get naked,” Frank ordered, removing his suit and belt, sitting
them on the drawer as Gerard begrudgingly took his shirt and skirt off, leaving
him in his plain white lace panties. Frank made a noise of approval, loosening
his tie but leaving it around his neck.
Frank reached into the drawer, pulling out a leash. Gerard whimpered but stayed
calm, bowing down in front of the man on his knees.
“You learn quickly, my pet,” Frank approved, clicking the leash on with a
lingering touch. It felt so good to have complete control over Gerard; the boy
was born to be dominated. He’ll enjoy breaking him in like a pair of shoes.
He gave an experimental tug on the leash, enjoying the sight of Gerard falling
forward onto his hands and knees.
His hands undid his fly, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the
floor.
“Up,” Frank commanded, tugging the boy to his feet by the collar. The tag
jingled, causing Gerard to blush.
“On your hands and knees.”
***
“Did you break him?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good, he needs to know that Frank won’t fix him. Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
***
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Frank’s hand smacked against Gerard’s fleshy behind. The boy was on all fours
on the bed, his face falling onto the sheets beneath him with his hands bound
by Frank’s leather belt .
“Ah,” fell from the receiver’s mouth, mixed with expletives.
“Have you learned your lesson, pet?” Frank asked, tugging hard on the leash
connected to the boy’s collar. “I’m talking to you, answer me!”
“Y-yes,” Gerard murmured.
“Yes what?” Frank snapped, tugging harshly again.
“Yes sir,” Gerard cried out, cock bobbing between his legs as he uttered the
sinful word. Frank’s own member hardened at the word, enjoying feeling powerful
over the boy beneath him.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out lube. It was time that he felt how
tight the boy is, regardless of whether or not he was ready or if it was the
right time.
Slicking up a finger, he steadied a palm on one of Gerard’s cheeks and sliding
a singular digit into his tight entrance, feeling a strong resistance as every
muscle clenched around him.
“W-wait, nghh- oh god,” Gerard moaned out as Frank curled his finger, hitting a
spot inside him that always set him off. He braced himself on his forearms,
pushing back on the intrusion.
Frank slid a second finger in his hole, scissoring his digits to stretch the
muscle out, enjoying the noises falling from his boyfriend’s mouth, the sounds
becoming desperate and needy as Frank dragged a finger down the leaking shaft
hanging between his partner’s legs.
“Frankie, please, Frankie,” Gerard begged, pushing back on the invading
intrusion that was sliding in him so deliciously.
“What? You want my cock?” Gerard nodded, pushing back so far that he bumped
against Frank’s crotch with his thighs.
“Mmm, yesss,” Gerard hissed out, shivering as he heard a metal zipper being
unzipped. A pop emanated throughout the room, signalling the lack of clothing.
Suddenly, there was a rounded pressure pushing against his entrance, Frank
holding his hips in a vice grip as he slowly pushed inside,
TO BE CONTINUED
Chapter End Notes
     guess who has an incomplete draft due tomorrow
     me
     guess who blew off schoolwork to write trash for you wonderful
     readers
     me
     guess who cant even finish a chapter
     me
     anyway, who do you think was talking in that middle bit?
     what kind of kinks do you want to have included?
     its all up to you! tell me what you think in the comments
***** Not Everything Is As It Seems *****
Chapter Summary
     Not everything is as it seems, check the hints not for the thing that
     gleams.
Chapter Notes
     oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo im getting all codey and technical
     here
     you better check urself before you rek urself
     what am i saying
     OKAY HUGE TRIGGER WARNING
     DONT DONT DONT DONT READ MY WRITING IF YOURE A DAMAGED KIDDY. I HAVE
     TROUBLE READING MY OWN WRITING BECAUSE ITS
     DAMAGING
     FOR
     ME
     THE AUTHOR
     many shanks for reading
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Ah, it’s too big… AH!” Gerard yelped as Frank pushed inside him. He felt his
muscles tense up, trying to reject the intrusion as the taut flesh of Frank’s
hips met with his ass, the bones digging in.
Frank’s breath was laboured, feeling the insanely – almost painful – tightness
that enclosed around him. He waited a few seconds, which probably wasn’t enough
for Gerard to adjust, and pulled back out all the way to the tip.
“N-no,” Gerard stuttered, losing his mind like a cat in heat as he thrust back
onto him. “Gah!”
He yelped as Frank tugged the collar, stilling him with the length buried to
the hilt. “Learn your manners, Gerard.”
“Yes Fran- OW!” Frank yanked harder, pulling Frank up by his neck. Gerard was
slightly disgusted in himself… He loved the feeling of the cloth restricting
his breath. The constriction travelled down to his cock, leaving behind a
tingly feeling that resonated under his skin.
“That’s not what you’re allowed to call me!” He enthused his point with another
pull, enjoying watching Gerard writhe beneath him, overloaded with the stretch.
“I’m s-sorry, master,” Gerard moaned, feeling Frank lean over him and attaching
his lips to the back and sides of his neck, sucking the blood to the surface in
multiple places.
Pain throbbed his entrance, his skin protesting against Frank’s cock. He could
feel the drag against his prostate even when Frank wasn’t hitting it head on.
It reduced him to a writhing mess, panting and sweating against the bed as
profanity after profanity fell from his mouth, tangled with moans like a braid
of lust.
A particularly harsh thrust forced Gerard down onto the bed, strands of his red
hair plastering to his face with sweat. Frank grunted with frustration,
threading his fingers and pulling the boy up by his hair until he was
supporting himself with his forearms.
Clenching around Frank’s cock, Gerard thrusted back, meeting every thrust.
Frank’s tattooed hands gripped Gerard’s fleshy hips, rocking against his
prostate, turning the boy into a stuttering and sweaty mess.
“Oh fuck, master please!” Gerard begged, fingers aching to wrap around his own
leaking shaft.
“You want me to touch you? I don’t think so, cum for me like that,” Frank
ordered, thrusting harder and faster into the writhing mess below him. He
grabbed the back of Gerard’s marked neck, pushing him down into the bed and
rocking into his entrance, feeling the boy go limp beneath him, just accepting
the assaulting movements.
“Can I c-cum, please?” Gerard begged, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow.
Frank chuckled, closing around the back of his neck harder.
“I guess you can, whore,” he said, pushing straight into his prostate, causing
a scream that could probably be heard by the entire house.
With that, Gerard came against the pristine silk sheets beneath him, wave after
wave of his cum splattering against his lower stomach before his cock softened,
utterly spent.
“Oh, baby, f-fuck,” Frank came with a grunt, filling Gerard’s abused passage
with his seed, causing an uncomfortable moan to fall from the receiver’s mouth.
Frank pulled out, unclipping the collar and unbuckling the belt, chucking both
items away. Gerard sighed, flopping onto the bed, too tired to move a muscle.
Pulling his clothes back on, Frank looked over Gerard’s figure one more time
before opening the door and closing it behind him as he left.
Gerard wept. Wasn’t Frank supposed to help him? He read so many novels where
the man cleaned off his lover with a warm rag, whispering loving things into
her or his ear as he cared for her… Why didn’t Frank do this for him?
Because he doesn’t love him, or like him, in the slightest. He was using him
for sex, he needed to remember that.
This was worse than Bert.
Gerard walked – limped – to the bathroom, whimpering as he felt liquid slide
from him, painting his inner thighs with remainders of his tangle in the
sheets.
Running a hot bath, Gerard opened the door before he found what he was looking
for.
He tried not to think about it as he ran it over his flesh, enjoying the slide
and the brilliant colour that came after it touched his skin. The pain welled
in small blots, the lines blurring as his eyes pooled with tears.
It was kind of fun, in the sick sense that flushing a sick fish that was
difficult to care for down the toilet was fun. Frank would reject him, he knew
it. The pain welling inside him overcame the pain he was inflicting on himself,
making him weep with frustration.
Why is he so hopeless? He cleaned his legs off, waiting for the blood to clot
before hopping in the bath tub. It stung so much he cried out, doubling over in
pain, wanting to throw up. The water was hazy with red around his thighs but he
tried not to think about it, busying himself with shaving his armpits and lower
legs with the tool he used as a weapon.
Washing himself, he stepped out, picking up an ironically red towel to dry
himself off with. He walked to the closet, not worrying with underpants as he
put on tracksuit pants and a long t-shirt, covering his anguish as much as he
could.
He flopped onto the bed, the useless tears sliding down his cheeks with no sign
of stopping as his skin throbbed yet itched for more.
This was his life now.
***
“Fuck, is it supposed to hurt this much?” Mikey whined, laying on his stomach
on their shared bed.
“You’ll get used to it,” Pete muttered, placing a soft kiss against the dark
markings on his lover’s lower back. “It also shows that this tight as belongs
to me.”
Mikey squealed with annoyance, batting Pete’s hand away from where it was
enclosed around his left cheek. “That’s enough. I hurt too much for you to be
horny right now.”
“But Mikey,” Pete whined, rubbing his face against his hip.
“No buts. Me and my ass are tired of your hands. Too sore.”
Pete huffed, pulling Mikey’s shirt back down in place.
“Fine, but you’re only wearing crop tops after that glad wrap comes off.”
***
“The whole compound could hear them. I was around the corner when Frank just
stormed out, he looked pretty upset. I barely need to do anything and they’re
tearing themselves apart.”
“Good… good. Make sure that when the moment’s right, you can swoop in.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it all sorted out. I just need a little time.”
“Well this isn’t some fucking sappy romance novel where people fuck and that’s
the end of it. Get it done soon before they become attached.”
The line went dead. He sighed, leaning against the wall and running his hand
through his dark hair. He’ll make it work. He just needed to get Gerard while
he’s weak. He just needed time.
***
Frank sighed.
He wanted his Gee.
He wanted his cuddles.
He wanted his laugh and his smile and the sunshine that filled him when he
watched him be joyful.
He wanted to tell him he liked him, more than just liked him.
He wanted him to know that he cared for him, that it’s more difficult for him
to open up than it is for Gerard.
He just needed time.
Chapter End Notes
     OKAY OKAY HOLD UP
     INTENSE AMIRITE
     okay like legit
     its getting all plotty
     theres more behind the scenes than you think there is so watch for
     every clue
     who are the guys on the phone?
     what's Gerard's deal?
     do you think their relationship is healthy?
     TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS
     -D
***** There Goes Joe *****
Chapter Summary
     Things get messy.
Chapter Notes
     damnnnnnnnnn son
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Gerard avoided Frank as best he could.
He hung out with Billie Joe and Mikey, the three of them playing some monopoly
in the common room, spread out in the corner on the floor. Mikey had debated
that he was too old for the game, and that he wouldn’t play something made by
children.
Now they were all playing. Gerard screamed at Mikey when he tried to be the
dog, so he chose the race car instead. Billie chose the koala.
So far, Gerard had a million hotels, despite the game saying he could only have
four on each block. He had stacked them all up on each other, creating a
swaying tower that almost fell over every time someone passed it.
Footsteps could be heard from behind Gerard.
“Pfft, monopoly? Are you guys toddlers or something?” Joe chuckled, tipping
Gerard’s tower over with the tip of his toe. The boy’s head bowed, his hands
picking some imaginary lint off of his leggings.
“Beat it, Joe,” Billie insisted, rubbing a soothing hand on Gerard’s shoulder.
“What, are you guys fucking now?” He jabbed. Mikey noticed the chipped tooth
and the yellowing bruise on the underside of his jaw. Probably from being sent
to the room.
“Send him to the room,” Gerard piped up, standing straight and brushing the
backs of his thighs off with a sigh. He didn’t exactly know what the ‘room’
was, but he does know that people come out of it with missing teeth and bruised
skin.
“Ha, like you have the power to do that. Beat it, kid,” Joe spat, kicking the
koala clean from the board, the piece landing to a stop in front of Mikey’s
knees.
“I do have the power,” Gerard insisted, “I’m fucking the power, if you’ve
forgotten,” he snorted, the three men on the floor joining in raucous laughter.
Joe’s brow furrowed.
“I think you’re the one that’s forgotten,” Joe chided, leaning over to
patronise him like a child.
“Frank treats you as you should be treated, as a hole,” he raised his voice,
cackling as Gerard cowered, losing his act immediately.
“That’s enough!” Mikey yelled, “Stop talking to my brother like that, fuckwit-“
Gerard unfolded himself, standing up to face Joe, a stray tear leaking down his
cheek before he wiped it with the back of his hand.
“Just like Bert, no one cares because you’re just a slimy whore and-“
One second, Joe was standing in front of Gerard, jabbing an accusing finger at
him, and the next, his forehead pushed outwards, a gaping hole left by a
twenty-two calibre bullet, leaving a mess behind. The bullet continued on to
hit the wall, leaving a hole like the one in Joe’s forehead.
Gerard screamed a shrill scream, blood coating his face with a fine mist. Some
landed on his tongue, the dead body thumping on the ground.
Frank. Frank just shot Joe.
***
“That was messy, too messy.”
“Sorry sir, I didn’t want to intervene and-“
“Make sure it doesn’t trace back to me.”
“Yes sir.”
“And don’t get close to the target, you might need to kill him.”
“Yes sir… wait, when are we meeting next?”
“Tomorrow… in the garden.”
***
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Gee,” Frank muttered, ushering the trembling figure
through the doorway.
“I-I can d-do it myself, Frankie,” Gerard stuttered, trying to push the man
out.
“I insist, Gee,” Frank pushed, helping Gerard push his skirt down and pull his
top over his head. “Oh god,” Frank muttered.
Red lines marred his once perfect thighs, up and down and side to side,
haphazard and looking oh so painful. They were deep, in multitude, and looked
like they were going to scar the once perfect skin Gerard had on his thighs.
“Oh… no,” Frank’s brow furrowed, a tentative finger dragging across a
particularly deep cut. Gerard hissed slightly, the touch withdrawing.
Gerard refused to look into Frank’s eyes as the man fell forward, bracketing
his hands around the backs of the legs in front of him.
“Gerard, I-“ Frank began, a sob wrenching his words from him like a greedy
child. Gerard’s hand went down to his hair, the long fingernails dragging along
the scalp. “I did this, didn’t I?”
The bathroom was silent, confirming Frank’s thoughts.
“Gerard… I don’t want you doing this,” Frank frowned, angry at himself for
being so neglectful. Gerard stayed silent, observing quietly as the man
rummaged through the counter, taking every sharp item from it and walking out
of the room.
He took the alone time as time to get ready for his bath, taking off his
underwear and running the bath hot. He hopped in, washing his scabs and pouring
some liquid raspberry soap under the running stream, enjoying the bubbles
forming. They covered his body fully.
Frank came back in, sighing. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, his strong,
tattooed fingers gripping around the sides. He hunched over, sighing as his
gaze averted to meet Gerard’s.
“I j-just… don’t want you to ruin yourself.”
He sighed, removing his red-splattered coat and dropping it onto the floor. He
continued moving the rest of his clothes.
Gerard shuffled forward, leaving room for Frank as he slid in behind him,
wrapping two arms around his waist and sliding his back so it met with his
chest.
“I want you to trust me, Gerard. I do,” Frank sighed, Gerard grabbing his hands
and aimlessly tracing the tattooed that littered the digits. “I want you to be
mine… I want you to look at me and see someone who can protect you, not hurt
you.”
“I know you protect me, from Bert, I m-mean… It’s just difficult to not see you
as a threat.”
Frank leaned his head on Gerard’s shoulder, tongue tentatively licking against
some of the marks littering his pale neck.
“I’m not a threat. I want to be the person that gives you shelter, security,
affection… pleasure,” Gerard blushed at the last remark. “You doing this to
yourself shows I’m not doing my job.”
***
Gerard let out a small, sharp noise as Frank entered him. The drag of his hard
pulsating member entering him created a delicious friction, the type only
angels could feel.
Frank quieted him by pressing his lips to the boy’s, staying still inside of
him. He moved his tongue around in Gerard’s mouth, dominating his lips
lovingly.
Wiggling around, Frank changed his angle so he could press up against Gerard’s
spot, throwing his head back as Gerard’s passage tightened around him, a
desperate noise falling from his sinful lips.
Their lips disconnected as their joined noises echoed through the room, Frank’s
hips meeting Gerard’s again and again. His smaller cock rested against his
lower stomach while Frank’s larger one pounded into him relentlessly,
stretching him agonisingly.
Frank grabbed both of Gerard’s hands in his own, resting them either side of
his head.
So this is what love making felt like. Frank liked it.
***
“Grab me a beer, babe,” Pete ordered, kicking his feet up on the couch armrest.
“Yes Pete,” Mikey replied.
“And scrub the floors, too.”
“Yes Pete, I love you.”
“Cool.”
Chapter End Notes
     hope you enjoyed!
     (im not trying to romanticize self harm)
     well, now that joes gone, who's the inside ear?
     tell me in the comments!
     -D
***** Pete Shares With The Group *****
Chapter Summary
     Pete attends a meeting.
Chapter Notes
     NO WARM FUZZIES HERE
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Two weeks later.
***
“You’ve been here two weeks and you haven’t said a word, Pete.”
He grunted in response, shifting in his chair a little.
“Would you like to… stand up and share with the group?” The petite brunette –
Sarah - was obviously fed up with Pete, not paid enough money to sit in a room
and deal with nutcases for an hour every Tuesday night.
Begrudgingly, he accepted the offer, coming to a rise to tell a story that
would fall on deaf ears.
“Hey,” he began, eyes skirting over uninterested eyes, some cast to the ground,
others to the slowly warming beer keg in the corner. “I’m Pete.”
“And why are you here, Pete?” Sarah said in an overly-patronising tone.
“I’m here because I hit my pet.”
This turned some heads, the previously disinterested and damaged folk in the
circle focusing on the black-haired man in front of them.
“Y-your… pet, sir?”
“Yes. My pet, my partner.”
Sarah blinked rapidly, stumbling over her breaths. “Does she have a name? We
don’t like to label people.”
“And I don’t like to personify objects,” he bit back, squaring his shoulders
defensively. He slumped in his seat, eyes downcast. “My pet has a cock, for
your information.”
Sarah choked a little. “Sir, you’re here because you’ve been charged with
domestic abuse. You need to attend these meetings for a year. Now maybe I can
bring that down to four months with permission from the victim, but only if you
open up.”
***
Two weeks earlier.
“Mikey! Get in here!” Pete yelled, cracking his knuckles with his elbows
resting on the kitchen countertop.
Footsteps echoed through the corridor as Mikey rushed in, feet clad in boots
and legs trapped in black denim.
“Y-yes sir?” Mikey stumbled, bowing his head down slightly.
“What is this?” Pete gritted out through his pearly whites, fingers presenting
Mikey’s white iPhone in the air, covered in a shiny pink case.
“M-my i-iPhone, s-sir,” Mikey stuttered, fingers twitching behind his back.
“And what could you have possibly done with this phone that could anger me,
pet?” Pete advanced, using both of his hands to trap Mikey by the waist,
pulling him close enough that his breath resonated against the pale arch of the
tall boy’s neck.
Mikey slumped. There was no use in arguing, Pete knew exactly what he’d done.
“Texted m-my ex.”
“That’s right, Mikey. Don’t you love me?” Pete’s emotionless voice was low,
quiet and whisper-like in the shell of Mikey’s ear.
“Y-yes, I do, I swear, Petey!”
“Don’t call me that, you whore!”
Mikey wasn’t anticipating the slap.
***
The car park was cold, Pete’s breath fogging and crystalizing in the air.
Footsteps behind him alerted him to someone’s presence behind him. The clack of
heels on concrete paving told him it was Sarah, not one of the many drunks
loitering around the streets.
“What do you want, floozy,” Pete rudely jutted out. Sarah stopped breathing for
a moment before regaining her composure.
“I just wanted to know something.”
Pete sighed, looking at his watch. “In three minutes my ride arrives, you have
until then,” he uttered.
“Why are you so against being called Petey?”
***
A week later.
 
***
“Gerard, please, let me see him!” Mikey cried out, clutching to his older
brother’s leg desperately.
“No Mikey, he hit you!” Gerard yelled, causing an even louder outbreak of
hysterics.
“Please, I love him, I belong to him!” Mikey sobbed, hunched over on the floor.
Frank’s hand placed itself securely on his boyfriend’s shoulder. He leaned in
close, bringing his lips to Gerard’s ear.
“Just let them reunite. One night is all they need, Gee baby.”
***
“Pete!”
Mikey rushed over to the figure on the bed, toppling the man over flat on his
back. “Oh I missed you so much!”
He brought his lips to Pete’s, forcing the breath out of both of them as their
tongues intertwined, Mikey too caught up in the kiss to notice the trail of
liquid sliding just shy of where they were connected.
***
Another chunk of his manicured nail was bitten off, his teeth worrying away the
keratin until the paint peeled away.
“Gee, stop worrying. Poor Ray has to stand outside and listen to them have sex.
He’ll hear if anything goes wrong.”
Frank’s eyes darted down to Gerard’s lips, focusing on the way his plump lips
sealed around his index finger, suckling on it. He had to adjust himself,
wriggling his back against the elaborate wooden bedhead in an attempt to hide
his growing erection. Now was certainly not the time to pop a boner, especially
when Gerard was on the verge of hysterics.
He couldn’t help himself. He tugged on Gerard’s arm, successfully dislodging
his pointer before replacing it with his own, Gerard’s lips immediately
securing themselves around the finger.
“Wouldn’t want you ruining those pretty nails now, would we?” Frank knowingly
smirked, wiggling an extra finger in as he struggled to undo Gerard’s pants.
Turning his head, Gerard freed his mouth. “I’m too tired to have sex, Frankie.”
Frank frowned, but nodded anyway, slipping his hand down into the lacy
underwear underneath the tight jeans. Gerard’s brow furrowed before he shivered
as Frank’s hand encased itself around his limp cock, stroking it to life.
“I love you Gerard. To the moon and back. Nothing will ever take you from me.”
Gerard nodded, swearing and arching his back as Frank pumped his hand back and
forth, gathering precum and swivelling his grip.
“F-fuck, p-please, I need you to- ah,” Gerard gasped, clutching onto Frank’s
forearm.
“You wanna cum, Gerard?” Frank taunted. Gerard nodded, begging in broken slurs.
“Come on,” he pumped harder, squeezing and milking the boy for all he was
worth. “Do it Gee. Cum. You’re mine, and no one can take you away. You’re
safe.”
Gerard’s body shook as he came, covering Frank’s hand in his cum as his orgasm
washed over him. He fell limp on the bed, his aftershocks washing over him.
Frank thought he looked debauched, beautiful.
Wiping his hand on the bedspread, he looked over at Gerard, hoping to get a
handjob, or rub against his limp body. Gerard was already asleep.
Fuck that, he could wake him up! Fuck him, even if he didn’t want him to. His
hard-on was painful, but Gerard looked so peaceful. There was a strand of hair
draped over his nose, blowing back and forth with his breath.
He didn’t have the heart to wake Gerard. He no longer wanted to ruin him.
Gerard was perfect.
“No one can take you away. But you’re free to leave whenever you want.”
Chapter End Notes
     HOPE YOU ENJOYED
     WILL PETE AND MIKEY END UP TOGETHER?
     WHO KNOWS, MAYBE NOT
     HOPE YOU ENJOYED PLEASE COMMENT I LOVE THE COMMENTS WAY TOO MUCH LIKE
     I GET WARM FUZZIES FROM THOSE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM/OPINIONATED
     COMMENTS
     YOUR COMMENTS KINDA SWAY HOW THE PLOT ENDS UP
     HOPE YOU ENJOYED
     -D
***** Sin *****
Chapter Summary
     Doctors appointment turns into something more.
Chapter Notes
     ill tell you why i was late
     -D
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Wait… he’s torn?” Frank quirked his eyebrow, placing his hands upon Gerard’s.
“Internally. Not a lot, it’s easy to heal, but there are some precautions that
need to be put in place,” the mob doctor scratched the back of his neck
uncomfortably, rummaging through the papers on his desk. Gerard shuffled a
little in his seat, casting cautious eyes upon the pen as it scratched down a
script under the practitioner’s hands.
“This is for you, Mr Way. It may be embarrassing but I suggest you complete all
the steps I have given you in order to prevent further tearing.”
A light blush settled on Gerard’s cheeks as his vision cast over the… odd
instructions the doctor gave him. With a nod, he excused himself, tucking the
list away in his jacket pocket and darting out the door.
***
Frank was out on business and Gerard was alone.
He lay in bed, lap warm from the fan of his – new – laptop. His fingers darted
across the touchpad, laughing as the hilarious words danced along the screen,
disappearing as they went past the top of the page.
His face flared as he thought of the list lying innocently on his bedside
table. Should he do it? He looked across the room at the toy chest.
No way, what if someone walked in? He tried to ignore the throbbing under his
skirt, a rising tent adding to his embarrassment.
Unable to resist any further, he grabbed the note with greedy hands, reading
over the instructions.
‘Thorough prepping, smaller device’. The words meant little sense to him. A
thought flashed across his mind. Maybe he needs to prep himself in order to be
ready for the next time Frank takes him?
 
He stuck two of his fingers in his mouth, relaxing the muscles and allowing
himself to drool heavily over the digits.
Replacing the fingers with two from the other hand, he skirted his lubricated
fingers down his body, pulling his lacy underwear to the side long enough to
enter the digits into his hole.
“Oh, f-fuck, Frankie!” He called out around his other fingers, curling his
fingers in search of his sweet spot. A grunt came from his mouth as he missed
every time, wanting to find it so he could just lose himself.
“Please,” his muffled voice called out, riding his own fingers becoming
increasingly more agitated.
“Need help?” Frank’s dominating voice called out through the room, his powerful
voice bouncing against the walls.
“Y-yes, please!” Gerard cried out, his arousal diminishing any signs of
embarrassment.
Frank loosened his tie, staring Gerard down until the quivering mess of a boy
removed his fingers, whimpering and thrusting his hips in the air desperately.
The dominant man decided to take his time, unbuttoning each one of his shirt’s
buttons slowly, his skilled tattooed hands moving teasingly lazily. Gerard
rushed to push his skirt down, tossing it aside. His shirt and underwear joined
quickly.
“Please, I need y-your hands, sir.”
The word caused Frank to rip his shirt open, buttons scattering as he ripped
his belt off, curling it up in his hands.
“On your stomach, Gerard.”
The boy obeyed, presenting himself and arching his back at the same time.
Frank traced his hands along the curve of the boy’s ass, clenching the leather
in his other hand. He leaned over, placing his much larger inked fingers in
front of Gerard’s lips.
Gerard latched on immediately, sucking on the digits greedily as he thrust
upwards, groaning as his bare ass came into contact with the erection that was
straining against Frank’s slacks.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Frank tutted, removing his fingers from Gerard’s sinful mouth and
trailing the saliva down his back and blowing on the cooling trails, watching
the goose bumps rise along the backs of his thighs and arms.
Frank rested his lubricated fingers against Gerard’s entrance, pushing in
slowly and enjoying the sinful moans falling from the boy’s mouth as he
immediately jabbed into Gerard’s prostate.
Just as the boy was getting acclimatised to the pleasure washing over his body,
Frank brought his hand up, striking down on the boy’s unmarred cheeks harshly.
Gerard cried out, floundering slightly as his senses were assaulted with pain
and pleasure.
Frank struck again, admiring how Gerard howled yet thrust himself back against
his fingers and his hits.
He was such a pain slut, and Frank was enjoying every moment, pressing and
jarring against Gerard’s prostate cruelly, coupling it with the snap of his
expensive leather belt.
Dragging the offending object across the bright red cheeks, he entered a third
digit, being careful not to damage anything but providing that smooth burn that
drove the boy crazy.
“Frankie, please, touch me!” Gerard begged, scowling as Frank refused, smacking
him again.
“I didn’t say you could speak, skank,” Frank chided. He enthused his point with
the most brutal hit yet, Gerard sobbing desperately as his skin burned with a
raging, pleasurable fire.
“Cum when you want, Gerard. You are safe with me.”
Gerard thrust himself back desperately, his moans getting louder and louder
when suddenly he came, his cock spurting and twitching against the satin
bedspread as Frank continued to assault his skin and his inner walls.
“You’ll always be safe with me, Gerard,” Frank soothed, allowing the boy to
ride out his aftershocks, his muscles tensing and relaxing around Frank’s
fingers.
Just to gain a reaction, Frank jabbed against the boy’s sweet spot so he could
hear him scream one more time before removing his fingers, undoing his zip and
unsheathing his monster member.
Gerard remained still, muttering some words of approval as Frank rubbed the
head of it teasingly against his hole, rubbing his hands over the expansive
flesh of his cock.
Resting the pulsating flesh between the red flesh of Gerard’s behind, Frank
secured his twitching member between the cheeks, thrusting sloppily as he
chased after his own orgasm.
Gerard allowed a few noises to escape him, thrusting back weakly but allowing
Frank to use his body as he wanted, feeling every movement against his flaming
skin.
“Fuck, Gerard,” Frank grunted, cumming against Gerard’s back, the colour of his
seed rivalled by the creamy expanse of Gerard’s lower back.
He spurted along the flaming cheeks, stroking himself to allow the last few
drops to escape before sighing, fetching a warmed, wet towel and wiping down
Gerard’s lower back.
Grabbing some baby oil from the bedside table, he smoothed it on Gerard’s ass,
rubbing it in and drying off his hands before collapsing on the bed, pulling
Gerard to lay on top of him, covering them both with the sheets and drifting
off.
***
“Next week at dinner. Do it without hesitation.”
“Yes sir.”
“Pledging allegiance.”
“Pledging allegiance.”
Chapter End Notes
     long story short i tried to overdose myself and it got messy.
     im back and fine, its just an annoying transition so excuse me please
     if im irregular with updates.
     im sorry about my laziness with finding of a mate, i've lost passion
     and it is hard.
     enjoy
     -D
***** Billie Joe? More Like Billie No *****
Chapter Summary
     Some things are clarified about who exactly the snitch is.
Chapter Notes
     LISTEN TO THE SONG CALLED MINORITY BY GREEN DAY BEFORE READING THIS
     IT WILL MAKE SO MUCH MORE SENSE IF YOU DO TRUST ME
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Today was a big day for Billie Joe.
He toiled. He killed. He gave his all so he could be rewarded with a day like
this. After today, it was only going to get easier for him.
His body bobbed up and down excitedly as he bounced along down the corridor,
black dress shoes sinking into the plush mauve carpet, dulling the thud of his
footsteps.
He was going to meet the big man today. No, it wasn’t the day where he got his
gold watch, or the day that he gets a bullet to his head for being incompetent.
The boss man was expecting him, in his office, right about now as confirmed by
his Rolex.
Yes, he was a double agent… wait, no. A triple agent? It was hard to explain.
***
Three months earlier.
***
His head was tugged forward as the blindfold was ripped roughly off of his
head, bright lights disorientating him, ears picking up murmurs and whispers,
amounting to about three voices in total.
One noise overpowered all, the sound of a man’s voice – one of great power –
asking him something, repeating a phrase over and over, shaking him with a
great urgency.
His eyes focused in, two men becoming one. He was grey haired – balding –
wearing an immaculate suit that was so obviously tailored personally. It clung
to him, the linen stiff and white ranging from his pants to his pocket square.
He was a part of the rival mafia – his name was something along the lines of…
Ed?
Oh no.
The man before him was Edwin Dun… and if you wake up in a mysterious room,
strapped to a chair with plastic sheeting beneath you with that man standing in
front of you, you should be praying for death, like Billie Joe was right now,
his hands shaking in the metal cuffs.
“Know why you’re here?”
Billie Joe shook his head furiously, his stomach flipping as a smirk spread
across the older man’s face.
“A few of my snitches told me that you’ve risen higher in the ranks,” he
reached into his breast pocket, removing the white cloth from his breast pocket
and dabbing it across his forehead, pocketing it once again. “I’m here to offer
you another job.”
He laughed. “You want me to snitch on Mr. Iero?” The older man nodded.
“Fuck you.”
He spat, his saliva hitting the edge of the greying man’s shoes. He seemed
unfazed.
“Listen,” Ed trudged around a glinting metal bench to the side of the bound
man, fingers tittering over the torture methods thoughtfully. He secured his
grasp around a set of pliers.
“Think of the mafia groups around town as great nations. Some are big and some
are small, some are great…” he took a deep breath, “and some are naturally
meant to be underdogs.”
“Frank’s morals are bent out of shape. He keeps our drugs out of business by
staking a claim on our land and putting a bounty on my dealers’ heads,” he spat
roughly. “By pledging allegiance to us, you’re staying away from that bastardly
underworld that Frank calls his mafia.”
“As I said earlier, fuck you.”
Ed laughed to himself, brandishing the tool in his hands.
“I was afraid you’d say that. You see, men like you are a minority, unlike
everyone in that dreaded stronghold that Frank has. They’re mould, faces in the
crowd, and you need to be aware of what they are. I’m singling you out here to
tell you what to do. Following orders is the only way you know.”
***
Those days of torture were long gone. He was playing their game, ‘snitching’ on
Frank with minute detail and secretly hating every minute of them.
“Mr. Dun will see you now.”
The secretary walked away, Billie Joe secretly checking out her ass in her
pencil skirt. He got up with a grunt, walking towards the big doors and
knocking before entering the room.
“Sit the fuck down, now.”
Shit, this wasn’t a party. He’d done something wrong. As he took a seat, he
tried to keep his cool. It wasn’t working.
“I pledge allegiance to the underworld,” Ed muttered, glaring straight at him
as he uttered those words.
“What?” Billie Joe questioned, confused beyond belief, eyes following Ed as he
stood up, walking towards the massive window behind him and gazing out of it.
“One nation underdog, there of which I stand alone.”
To put it simply; Billie was utterly screwed.
Someone found his songbook, they had ratted him out, and now his most feared
enemy was reading his most rebellious song he had ever written.
“A face in the crowd, unsung against the mould.”
Billie Joe shuddered, filling in the silence with his own voice.
“Without a doubt, singled out, the only way I know.”
***
Mikey bit at his thumbnail, staring across the room at Pete’s bass.
He’d kill him if he touched it, but the damned thing was so tempting, his
fingers itching to run along the fret board with grace and precision.
Unfortunately, his captors didn’t think about his own instrument at home and
didn’t bother to bring it to him, something that he was too shy to ask about.
Pete was out of the house, so what was stopping him from giving it a try?
Before he could think twice, the thing was plugged in and turned up to full
volume, his thoughts blurring as he lost himself in his music, the strings
settling his raging nerve endings and steadying his breath as the notes flew
out in quick succession, getting so loud that he hardly noticed Pete standing
in the doorway.
He suddenly stopped, his last chord ringing out and resonating in his ears as
he watched Pete’s expression morph into something that could be called pride.
“I didn’t know you played.”
The statement hung in the empty silence, his breath catching in his throat as
Pete neared him.
“You’re good, but try the fifth fret on the third stroke instead of the seventh
on the one down.”
Mikey looked at him like he grew five heads.
Pete sat next to him, leaning in so close he could feel hot breath on the side
of his exposed neck.
His boyfriend leant further in, wrapping his fingers around the neck of the
instrument and copying what Mikey was playing earlier, this time with slight
changes. It already sounded way better, Mikey melting against Pete’s taught
frame and swooning.
It was like he was in love all over again, and nothing could go wrong.
Chapter End Notes
     thanks everyone for the massive support! ive almost finished the
     first part of the story, meaning i will be moving onto the next book.
     yes, i tried to kill myself, doesnt matter anymore. seeing those
     comments and the kudos makes the world of difference.
     thanks for reading,
     -D
***** Frustrations And Freedom *****
Chapter Summary
     Frank gets mad, Gerard does something irrational.
Chapter Notes
     holy fucking shit i am so sorry this took like two months
     what a long time?
     hope you enjoy
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Frank Iero was furious.
He was minding his own business, sitting in his office and toiling over
paperwork and filing, phone calls and meetings.
He certainly did not appreciate things that wasted his time, like his pet,
Gerard.
It was the fifth time that day that Gerard had come into his office – his
always-quiet office – and this time, he was sitting down across from him,
sketching.
There was nothing wrong with what Gerard was doing, but the scratching sound of
the pencil on paper drove Frank crazy, and not in a good way.
Scratch. Scratch, scratch. Frank gritted his teeth, stapling some pages
together and putting them aside, allowing his gaze to fall on the boy in front
of him. The sounds were getting more and more obnoxious as Gerard began
shading, the strokes becoming broader and broader.
Frank slammed his hand down hard on the table, effectively grabbing the other
man’s attention.
He grabbed the page from beneath Gerard’s hands, gazing upon and inspecting the
drawing of the two of them in the garden. It was quite impressive, but Frank
didn’t have enough time to appreciate fine arts. No, he was pissed off.
The first tear of the page left Gerard in tears, watching helplessly as Frank
tore the artwork apart bit by bit into pieces.
Mr. Iero leaned across the table, grabbing Gerard’s collar in both of his hands
and hoisting him into a position where he was leaning over the desk.
“Do you think it’s okay for you to distract me?” Frank gritted out, voice laced
with venom and pure annoyance. Gerard flailed a little bit, gripping Frank’s
wrists in his own hands. His struggling was without result, the hands by his
throat had a strong purchase on the material of his blouse.
“I expect a fucking answer when I talk to you, Gerard!” His voice raised, Frank
shook the boy harshly.
“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” He whined, struggling more and more until Frank
pushed him back by his shoulders, causing Gerard to fall abruptly to the plush
carpet with a screech. He lay there sobbing, head lowered defensively.
“Get the fuck out of here and waste someone else’s time and space.”
***
Gerard wandered to the small park located behind the stronghold, sneaking past
Billie Joe, who happened to be on a smoke break and was too invested in whoever
was on the phone with him rather than the man escaping through the back gates.
He felt more freedom than he had in years, the fresh wind dancing over his
skin, soaking up the feeling of independence and sweet, sweet escape. He hailed
a taxi, hopping in and giving the address to his brother’s old flat where he
hoped he would find shelter.
The streets that went past were familiar, each one becoming more and more
recognisable until they pulled up out the front of the building that he used to
visit frequently.
First things first, Gerard removed the three eviction notices from the front
door, signing and successfully paying off the weekly cost.
He then went inside, shrugging off his bag and wrinkling his nose at the smell
of dirty dishes and rotting food.
This was going to be tough.
Chapter End Notes
     this is the last chapter of this book
     im uploading the next book asap
     what do you think frank will do when he finds out Gerard is gone?
     what will happen to mikey when he realises his brother left him?
     stay tuned
     -D
***** A/N *****
hey guys,
this series has moved on to the new book:
You Can't Tango With Two
go and check it out for the new chapter
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