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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way/Mikey_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, BDSM, Prostitution, D/s, Threesome, Oral_Fixation, underage
      mentions, Petplay
  Series:
      Part 1 of pet_ways_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-30 Words: 4082
****** A Thousand ******
by cemetery_driven
Summary
     Frank buys himself some new pets.
Notes
     Warnings for mentions of underage sex and incest.
     This is a bit of a departure from my other 'verses (which will still
     be going, don't worry), as you can probably tell by the 'pairing'
     (tripling? is that what it should be called?) and is dedicated to
     phantomfrank because her fic is what gave me the almighty urge to
     write this.
Frank knew it was fucked up, but that's why he liked it. By this point, he'd
kind of figured if the general population cringed and spat at something, it was
probably something he'd do over and over and over again. He'd stopped caring
about the rest of the world a while ago, and that had obviously been a good
move on his part.
 
If he'd given a fuck about the world, his parents wouldn't have given him his
inheritance. His parents would probably still be around, maybe. He didn't think
too much on that. In turn, he wouldn't be twenty-five and the owner of his own
six-bedroom house. Six bedrooms plus basement and garage, in fact. He knew
people in their fucking fifties who didn't own their own house.
 
He also wouldn't have paid some sketchy-looking motherfucker a thousand dollars
for a coupla whores, 's all, they won't get split up, they're fuckin' weird
man, ya sure ya don't wanna gal?
 
Frank did not want a girl at all, he'd wanted those two. Something had just hit
a chord in his stomach, the pair of them just looked so... perfect. The younger
one – Mikey – had mid-brown hair and glasses, cute little black-framed glasses
that made the mascara his pimp had made him paint his eyelashes with stand out
more. He was waifish, skinny – a little bit bony, especially around the hips
and wrists, and his knees were a little awkward, and he was fairly tall
standing against Frank, especially. The older one, Gerard, he made up for the
bones in Mikey's hips with a soft handful of thigh and asscheeks, his figure
the same girlish style of Mikey's but just slightly, so slightly, more rounded
out. He figured if Mikey were shorter, and Gerard that extra couple inches
taller, they'd be the exact same height and have identical distributions of
flesh and muscle tissue.
 
Frank didn't care if he'd paid extra for two. He'd dragged them both to the
free clinic, the pair silent in the backseat of his car, fingers entangled in
each others' hands. Like nervous little kids, all wide-eyed, a little
terrified. Gerard had kicked and screamed when they'd brought out the blood
testing kit, which made Frank laugh softly under his breath. Needle-phobic
street whore wasn't a common thing.
 
They'd both eventually pissed in jars and had blood taken from the crooks of
their elbows, and initial testing gave them the all-clear. That was enough to
satisfy Frank, and he'd make sure they kept up to date with the quarterly
tests, sir, just to ensure you both remain clean from STI's.Frank knew he was
cool himself, he hadn't fucked anyone in longer than he'd really wanted to go
without human contact.
 
They held hands again on the car ride back to Frank's house, and Frank
pretended not to notice. He pretended not to notice the way their fingers
gripped each others' wrists and knuckles, the way Gerard curled into himself
with the greasy shock of black hair covering his face almost entirely, the way
his shoulders shook and Mikey made the tiniest sounds of comfort.
 
When they got inside, Frank set them down in the living room with a glass of
water and a cheese sandwich each. When he saw Gerard's face, the makeup around
his eyes was smudged down his cheeks, his eyes red and wet. He must've really
fucking hated needles.
 
“I want your story,” Frank stated, lighting a cigarette and setting the pack
down on the table, open, with the lighter on top. He gestured toward them, a
silent permission for them to take one each. He didn't know if they smoked, but
it was a good guess, because both of them finished their sandwiches and lit one
each.
 
“What story?” Mikey asked, his voice timid, terrified.
 
Frank wasn't going to fuck them up too bad, not before they warmed up to him.
Not before he'd trained them both well enough to handle it. Not before they
consented. Frank might've been a sadist, but rape was one line he refused to
cross.
 
“You were whores,” Frank stated, taking a drag off his cigarette. “You aren't
now. Well. You're not prostitutes anymore, you don't have to worry about that
shit anymore. I want to know how you got there, what exactly I've paid for. Why
I paid for two, because you wouldn't get split up.”
 
Mikey took a shaky drag off his cigarette, and there was a look between him and
Gerard that Frank couldn't translate. Gerard nodded, small, and curled in on
himself a little again, mimicking the way Mikey smoked.
 
“We're brothers,” Mikey murmured.
 
Frank dug his teeth into the inside of his bottom lip and a shock ran down his
spine. Nice.
 
“That's not much,” Frank shrugged, ashing his smoke in the ashtray. “Coke,
meth? What? I'm guessing not heroin because how fucked-up those blood tests got
him.”
 
Mikey shook his head. “No drugs. We did coke back in high school, but we've
both been sober since junior year.”
 
Frank snorted. “So what, you just chose to live in a roach motel with four
other whores and a pimp?”
 
Gerard ashed his cigarette, pulled his knees up to his chest, and took another
drag. “Our parents kicked us out. We didn't have a choice.”
 
“They kicked you out for doing coke, or...?” Frank asked. He wanted to know. He
wanted to know everything about these two street kids, these two that cost him
a thousand fucking dollars in cash.
 
They shared another look, longer this time. It was like something was stuck in
both their throats, and Frank casually ashed his cigarette.
 
“Not for that,” Gerard murmured, and his hand shook as he took another drag.
 
Mikey swallowed audibly. “It was because... because-”
 
“Mikey, we don't have to-”
 
“I'm not gonna rat on you,” Frank interrupted. “If it's like. Illegal shit. I
didn't buy you to fuckin' take you to the police station.”
 
“They found out we were... we were,” Mikey took a deep drag off his cigarette,
his breath rattling. “They found out we were fucking.”
 
Gerard curled in on himself like the coffee table was going to explode, and
Frank had to consciously prevent himself from acting like this was the best
fucking thing he'd heard in years. Mikey moved closer to Gerard, and put a hand
on his knee, trying to make him stop... freaking out.
 
“They walked in,” Gerard murmured, his voice shaking, and Frank didn't have to
see to know he was starting to cry. “We were just in his room, and they weren't
meant to come back til later, and I just... I just wanted to fucking suck him
off before they got home-”
 
“Gerard, it wasn't-”
 
“It was my fault!” Gerard wailed, and Mikey set his cigarette down on the edge
of the ashtray to fully take Gerard into his arms. “I'm the fucking older
brother, it's my fucking fault!”
 
Mikey sniffed. “They told us we either left and never came back, or they'd
press charges on Gerard for incest and sex with a minor because I was what, a
month off turning eighteen, so we packed up... packed whatever we could fucking
carry,” he said, his voice cracking in exactly the same way as Gerard's had.
“We couldn't take most of what we wanted. They... they probably burned it. But
we took whatever we could, we had those huge fucking bags, the ones we put in
your car today... they were fuller then, a lot of clothes went missing. We just
got on a bus and left. Lived off what cash we had for a while, then it got
desperate, and we met one guy and another guy and probably another ten fucking
guys in between, and ended up with Saint, the one you bought us from.”
 
Frank put his smoke out and rose out of his chair, going to sit on the other
side of Mikey. He jumped a little at how close Frank got in such a small amount
of time, but didn't freak out too much.
 
“You're not gonna get sold again,” Frank said. “I'm not gonna rat you out.
You're staying here with me, alright? I don't care if you fuck each other, blow
each other, whatever.”
 
Gerard uncurled and looked Frank in the eye for the first time all day. “You
don't?”
 
“Nah,” Frank said, nonchalant. “Do you want me to be honest?”
 
They both nodded, and it was almost unsettling how in-sync they were at that
moment.
 
“It's a little fucked-up, but I'm... that kind of turns me on,” Frank murmured.
“So like. I don't care if you fuck, I don't care if you wanna share a room – by
the way, if you guys want anything, literally, anything, name it and it's
yours, no matter how expensive, I don't care – but there's one condition.”
 
Frank paused, and he still had their whole attention. Mikey's thumb was running
over Gerard's kneecap. “Yeah?”
 
“Now, don't take this as a 'you have to do this right now and whenever I demand
it,' unless you want it right now, but you are allowed to do your thing by
yourselves as well. You areallowed to say no if I say I want to do something
and you're not in the mood. But,” Frank inhaled sharply. “You're to include me
in this little thing you have going on. I'm in charge now – like, I assume you
guys are into the kinky shit?”
 
They both nodded again, a little sheepish, and Gerard's cheeks flushed red.
 
“Good. That makes things easier,” Frank sighed. “You're both... you're both my
pets now. My slaves, subs, whatever. I prefer to use the term pets. I'm gonna
take care of you, in every way, alright? Doctors, food, this house, it's yours.
You want anything? You've got it. Don't feel like cooking? I'll order us
takeout. Don't take this as me paying you for sex, because you're not
prostitutes anymore. You're my whores or my sluts, yeah, but that's a term of
endearment.”
 
Frank picked another cigarette out of the packet and lit it, inhaled, and blew
a thick stream of smoke across the room.
 
“All I ask in return is for the house to remain somewhat clean, so like...
clean up after yourselves, we'll sort out something with like general household
maintenance later... and that, when you're ready, and I don't mind when that
is, really, you include me in this thing you have going on. I have literally a
whole basement full of all kinds of fucked-up shit, alright, and if you guys
want to use it, go right ahead, just make sure everything goes back neatly and
whatnot. Just keep me included. And – wait, who bottoms?”
 
Gerard raised his hand meekly.
 
“Thought so,” Frank said. “Your brother can fuck you, and I can fuck you and
your brother. When I get involved, you're both submissive to me. In saying
that, if one of you want to have me fuck you and the other not around? I'm cool
with that, if you decide between the two of you that that is okay.”
 
Frank sighed deeply, took another drag, and the room fell silent. He could
almost hear the buzzing sounds of their brains ticking over, communicating via
minuscule touches and eye movements.
 
Mikey squeezed Gerard's leg. “We'll do it.”
 
Gerard nodded. “Yeah, Frank. We'll do it. Do we call you Frank?”
 
“Frank in casual situations. Any sexual shit involved, or you're asking for
something from me? There are a few options, so whichever you're most
comfortable with out of Sir, Master, or Daddy.”
 
They shared a look. “Probably Sir or Daddy,” Gerard mumbled.
 
Frank shrugged. “Whatever you're down with, babe.”
 
Frank eased back slightly, and knew they were doing their silent-conversation
thing again. He could get used to that, it was kind of endearing. Adorable,
almost. He settled back into the arm of the loungechair, lazily finishing his
cigarette.
 
“Hey, um. D... Daddy?” Mikey asked, as Frank leaned across to put his finished
cigarette in the ashtray.
 
“Yeah, Mikey?”
 
“Me and Gee, we...” he trailed off, trying to find the right words.
 
“We want to show you, we want you to... to get involved. Maybe not fucking
right now because... well-” Gerard said.
 
“-Our asses are kind of sore from sleeping on concrete last night,” Mikey
continued. “But we want to suck your cock. Um.”
 
“Now, if that's okay,” Gerard added. “Because both of us, we get... we get
really worked up if things get left ticking over in our heads.”
 
Frank leaned back into the couch, slightly taken aback, but he wasn't going to
complain about having two really fucking attractive dudes, who were brothers
who fucked, suck him off in his living room. Frank moved his legs apart, put
his hands behind his head, and looked over at the pair.
 
“I'm all ready to go if my little petboys are,” he said, and the two slid off
the couch. Gerard sunk to his knees almost fluidly, the kind of grace that came
with practise, and Mikey followed suit, one hand on Gerard's lower back,
slightly more awkward as he nestled in next to his brother between Frank's
legs. His feet were warm, Gerard's thicker thighs around one leg, Mikey's bony
ones around the other, and then two pairs of hands were working at the button
and fly of his jeans.
 
This was his Frank's fucking dream. Fuck wanting to be a famous astronaut or
fucking whatever else, all Frank had ever wanted since he started really
getting in touch with his fucked-up side was one little pet who he'd love and
provide for and who'd be totally, perfectly submissive in return. The incest
kink of two brothers touching him, the one he thought he'd never get to
explore, paired with the fantasy of having them as his pets, and he felt like
he'd won the whole fucking world in a thousand-dollar transaction in a roach
motel.
 
“Are you like... you're both sure, right?” Frank asked, his voice slightly
higher-pitched than usual. Their hands didn't stop trying to pry open the
button and fly, didn't hesitate at all. “Like. You're doing this because you
want to, right? You don't owe me anything, so don't think because-”
 
“We want to,” Gerard murmured, and moved his hands away so Mikey could slide
Frank's jeans and boxers just that little way down his thighs, and Frank
inhaled sharply as Mikey's thin fingers wrapped around his length, teasing.
 
“We know how to say no,” Mikey said, his voice calm. “We've said no before.
Many times. We used to fuck each other if a john was too terrifying and charge
them half-price to let them watch instead. Saint ended up just giving us
voyeurs at one point. We wouldn't do this if we didn't want to.”
 
Frank's lip was stuck between his teeth as Mikey pulled his cock out of his
boxers, and brushed Gerard's shoulder with his other hand. Gerard didn't
hesitate, and Frank's eyes slipped shut and a low groan escaped the back of his
throat ad Mikey basically fed Gerard Frank's cock.
 
Gerard's mouth was warm and wet and he had some fucking talent with his tongue,
Frank would give him that without a question. Mikey's hand started to move, in
time with the slow bobbing of Gerard's head, and Frank let his head drop back
against the back of the couch.
 
He felt Mikey nudge at Gerard's shoulder, and looked down as Gerard made a
startled, possibly slightly irritated noise. Gerard pulled off his cock,
pouting, and Mikey tapped him sharply on the cheek with two fingers. Gerard's
face softened, and he grabbed Frank's cock, just above Mikey's hand, and then
before Frank realised entirely that they've just communicated every part of
this completely silently, Mikey's mouth was around the head of his cock.
 
Mikey was a little clumsier, not as well-practiced as Gerard possibly, but
Frank wasn't making any complaints because he was still pretty fucking good.
Mikey's technique was almost more shy than Gerard's, less of the almost-
deepthroating bobbing and as much drool as possible, more tongue work and
tracing circles around the sensitive head.
 
Frank probably wasn't going to be able to stretch this out for as long as he'd
hoped.
 
Gerard shoved at Mikey's shoulder this time, the pout back on his lips. Mikey
made a noise that might've been annoyance, and pulled off Frank's cock. “What?”
 
“Wanna share,” Gerard murmured, his voice small and shy. “Wanna share Mikey.”
 
They looked up at Frank at the same time, and Frank could translate the silent
look into asking if sharing his cock in their mouths was okay. “Fuck, totally,”
Frank sighed, squirming slightly.
 
“Gerard likes hands in his hair,” Mikey murmured, as Gerard took Frank's cock
down his throat again, working almost in flawless timing with Mikey's hand.
Frank tangled his fingertips through the black locks, Gerard's hair slightly
greasy, and Gerard made a small moan. “You can really pull on it, if you want.
He likes it.” Frank's fingers tightened, and the small moan turned into Frank's
cock slipping out of Gerard's mouth and a louder, more breathless one pressed
against Frank's thigh.
 
Mikey took over, and Frank was getting almost overwhelmed by all of it. Every
time one of them stopped, the other stepped in, slightly different but just as
awesome. Gerard's hand wasn't quite keeping up with Mikey's mouth, and Frank
tugged on his hair again.
 
“Daddy,” Gerard whispered, breathless, and Frank felt a vibration – a moan,
almost-silent, inaudible – from the back of Mikey's throat. “Daddy, can we come
tonight for you? Can... can I make Mikey come and we can show you?”
 
Frank's head rolled back again and hit the back of the couch. “Yeah, pets. You
can both... both come tonight, as long as you both make me come first.”
 
Gerard nodded, and nudged Mikey out of the way. Frank could get used to their
little silent communications, their unsaid conversations at times like this. It
made things a fuckload faster. They both started on his cock, just tongues and
lips and Frank felt the tiniest nip of teeth occasionally that sent another
fucking shock down his spine, and he could feel it building. Every time Gerard
let out his little whorish moan, or Mikey made a barely-audible whine from the
back of his throat, every time their lips and tongues brushed each others'
around the head of Frank's cock, it was building.
 
“Come on Gee's face,” Mikey murmured, tongue still working Frank's length in
between his words.
 
Frank shook his head, and tangled his other hand in Mikey's hair. It was
slightly harder to grab, because it was shorter and smoother, less tangled, but
it worked.
 
“I'm coming all over your face, Mikeyboy,” Frank muttered, chewing at his lip.
“And then your brother can lick it off, if he's really that much of a cumslut.”
 
Gerard whimpered and nodded. “I am,” he whispered. “Come, please, for your
pets, Daddy. I wanna lick your come off Mikey's glasses and then I'll take his
load too.”
 
Frank tugged at Gerard's hair, pulling him to the side with a squeak of
protest, and Mikey kept going, his tongue working the head of Frank's cock, his
hand jerking him off with those thin little fingers. Frank didn't even try to
make himself last any longer, and came across Mikey's mouth and cheeks with a
loud moan. Mikey made a small sigh, and milked every last drop of Frank's jizz
out of his dick and onto his face. It was like fucking porn and Frank's head
was spinning.
 
He let go of them, and he still wasn't firmly back in his own frame of mind
before Gerard was licking over Mikey's face like an animal, Mikey's hands
working their way into Gerard's jeans at the same time. Frank just leaned back,
breathing heavily, and watched them.
 
Gerard hissed and moaned when Mikey grasped his cock, jerking him hard and fast
as he tried to get every bit of jizz into his mouth. Mikey's jeans were already
open, his dick already out, and Frank made a mental note to let them know that
that wasn't cool. He'd give them a free pass tonight because it was their first
night and, realistically, he wasn't going to complain if it was slightly
vanilla-porno because of that. He'd make sure he told them later – maybe write
up a list for them of all the rules, even – that they weren't allowed to come
without his permission.
 
Mikey's face was flushed red and wet with spit when Gerard moved down and took
his brother's cock into his mouth, just like he had Frank's. Mikey bit his lip,
a small breathy groan escaping the back of his throat, but not much more. His
hips bucked, his hand relentless in the fast pace he was jerking Gerard off,
and Frank was pretty impressed at his ability to multitask like that.
 
“Gee, fuck, come on,” Mikey hissed through gritted teeth, and Gerard made a
questioning noise around his cock. “You can come after I come in your mouth.”
 
Gerard was already somewhat trained. Frank approved of that, it'd be less work
for him. Mikey might be a bit of a pain to train, but he already had a decent
mouth on him, and Frank would do it slowly, gradually, so nobody freaked out
too much.
 
Mikey made a strangled cry, and Frank saw Gerard swallow, and his cock
twitched. He would've killed for a second round tonight, but he wasn't going to
throw too much on them too soon. Gerard pulled off Mikey's cock, buried his
face in his brother's thigh, and made the most adorable, sluttish moan as he
came all over Mikey's fingers.
 
They both collapsed, breathing heavily, slightly shaky. Frank had wondered if
he was actually in a coma right now and this was a dream sequence, because
this... this was what he dreamed about.
 
“Fuck, my little petboys,” Frank breathed, stretching out his arms. “You did so
good, fuck. Fuck.”
 
Mikey grinned, and Gerard made a sound of contentment. Mikey would have to
learn to be louder during sex, and Gerard would have to learn that he had more
of a voice outside the bedroom. Frank would figure that shit out eventually.
 
“Way,” Gerard murmured, his voice sounding wrecked, raw. “If you want something
shorter-”
 
“Our last name,” Mikey interrupted, stroking Gerard's hair softly. “It's Way.
If you want something shorter.”
 
Frank smiled. “My little Ways, then. I like it. My little petboys the Ways.
Fuck.”
 
Mikey made a small half-laugh, and Gerard looked as though he could very well
just fall asleep then and there. “He gets like this,” Mikey said. “He gets
really affectionate after he comes.”
 
Frank slid off the couch and mimicked Mikey's actions, stroking the tangles
mess of Gerard's hair. “Are you guys okay with having pizza for dinner? I
figured I don't want to cook, or leave, or move, ever again.”
 
Gerard nodded.
 
“Yes please, Sir,” Mikey said, and Frank was content with Mikey's response. He
tapped Gerard lightly on the top of the head, getting him to look up with wide
eyes.
 
“Use your words, Gerard,” Frank said.
 
Gerard swallowed, and his voice still sounded wrecked. “Yes please, Sir.”
 
“Good boys,” Frank mumbled, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads. “You
both get cleaned up in here, alright, I'm gonna find a pizza menu, and then
after dinner you can take a shower or a bath, whatever you prefer, alone,
together, with me, whatever. Okay?”
 
They both nodded in unison, and Frank's knees cracked slightly as he rose off
the floor and toward the kitchen.
 
He'd hit the fucking jackpot, and the world was perfect, and as he called the
closest pizza place and ordered a pepperoni, a ham and cheese, and a plain
cheese pizza plus sodas, his mind couldn't stop replaying every last detail
over and over again.
 
He'd bought a world. He'd bought his new world now. This house, the basement,
the car, and now he had the biggest fucking piece out of the whole lot. He had
two brothers who liked to fuck each otherlying on his living room floor sweaty
and disgusting and so fucking perfectand he couldn't fucking wait to see what
happened when the basement and all it's contents came into use. This was just
the beginning, they hadn't seen anything yet.
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