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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Gerard_Way/Mikey_Way, Bob_Bryar/Frank_Iero
  Character:
      Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way, Ray_Toro, Bob_Bryar, Frank_Iero, Brendon_Urie
  Additional Tags:
      More_characters_and_tags_will_be_added_as_the_story_goes_on, Alternate
      Universe_-_Serial_Killers, cross_dressing, Blood_and_Violence, Minor
      Character_Death, Smut, This_is_WAY_fluffier_than_originally_intended_but
      I_love_it
  Series:
      Part 1 of SK!Ways
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-30 Completed: 2017-01-21 Chapters: 14/14 Words: 16063
****** Clean Me Off (I'm so Dirty Babe) ******
by thePetetoherPatrick
Summary
     “This is true, it also doesn’t hurt that your skirt is so short.” Gee
     grins and straightens out his own skirt.
     “The skirt is short on purpose.” he winked and kissed Gee on the
     cheek. “Besides, I know this one is you favourite.”
Notes
     I wanted to write but didn't feel like working on anything I already
     had going...this is what happened with some prompting from Noodle of
     course. She gave me two sentence prompts:
     "The skirt is short on purpose."
     and
     "You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen."
     So look forward to that...haha I know she loves serial killer Ways so
     this is the Way I went with it. It is also gifted to her because
     she's great and I love her.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
                                                         
 
Ray stood outside the club. The cute little thing he’d met inside said she’d
meet him out here but he’d been there a few minutes and still a no show. He was
starting to get impatient. She’d been a pretty little thing with striking green
eyes and sandy hair that hung in her face. Her short black skirt and tight,
almost sheer leggings had made the most of her long legs, and her band tee and
denim jacket gave off an illusion of a cute little rebel teen. To Ray they did
anyway and he thought it was hot.  
 
“Hey sugar, you look lost.” he heard a pleasant voice behind and turned around
to see a dark haired girl in a fraying high-waisted tartan skirt, a crop top
and a black leather jacket. She wore fishnets under that skirt and was the
perfect picture of a wild child. Ray grinned widely.
 
“Not lost but I think I’ve been stood up.” Ray leaned against the wall. “But
maybe that’s not so bad, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here
all by yourself?”
 
“Awe you’re too sweet.” the girl giggled cutely. “You here that M, he called me
pretty.”
 
Before he can question who she was talking to the girl from the bar walked up
behind him and stood just where he could see her.
 
“Yeah, Gee, I heard. Awfully sweet of him if he hadn’t spent the night calling
me his little cutie.” she took a wide stance and looked Ray up and down. “I
have to say it is a pity, he’s kind of good looking honestly.”
 
“So you ladies know each other then.” Ray smiled, “That’s alright, tonight
could be fun then.”
 
“Ladies?” the one called Gee piped up again, giggling and stepping closer to
him. “He thinks we’re ladies, isn’t that cute. No honey, we just rock these
skirts…”
 
“And take care of scumbags like you.” M said standing right behind him now. Ray
isn’t given the chance to defend himself or even to say anything else. It’s
kind of hard to talk with a knife through your throat.
 
Gee smiled at M as Ray’s body hit the ground. “Well done little brother, you
got him out here so easily.” Gee pulled his knife from Ray’s throat and wiped
it clean before tucking it back in the inside pocket of his jacket.
 
“He didn’t take much persuading, though that’s not a surprise given this dirt
bag’s track record.” M rolled his eyes. “You saw how he’s been treating every
girl that’s come at him over the last week.”
 
“This is true, it also doesn’t hurt that your skirt is so short.” Gee grins and
straightens out his own skirt.  

“The skirt is short on purpose.” he winked and kissed Gee on the cheek.
“Besides, I know this one is you favourite.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bob walked down the stairs in the morning to find himself a coffee
     before heading to work. You would think he’d be used to the oddity
     that is the Way boys but they always seem to find a way to get him.
     This morning’s particular surprise was them leaving a kill in the
     kitchen like a pair of cats. Bob growled under his breath but was
     glad they’d at least bagged it first.
     “MIKEY! GERARD!”
Chapter Notes
     heehee Bob puts up with so much shit XD
Bob walked down the stairs in the morning to find himself a coffee before
heading to work. You would think he’d be used to the oddity that is the Way
boys but they always seem to find a way to get him. This morning’s particular
surprise was them leaving a kill in the kitchen like a pair of cats. Bob
growled under his breath but was glad they’d at least bagged it first.
 
“MIKEY! GERARD!” He hollered towards the stairs, knowing they’d hear him. Sure
enough they came paddling downstairs with matching bedhead and matching tank
top and shorts pajama sets. The ones he’d bought them if he could remember
correctly.
 
“Yes Bob? What is it?” Gerard walked over and leaned against Bob’s arm, looking
up at him with mock innocence in his eyes.
 
“What did we do?” Mikey pouts standing just in front of Bob.
 
“You two are cute, but those cute little pouts don’t save you.” Bob shook his
head and looked at the pair of them. “You need to stop leaving dead bodies in
my kitchen.”
 
“Awe but Bob, we had nowhere else to put him.” Gerard grinned and batted his
eyelashes. Bob rolled his eyes. Sometimes the Ways would be perfectly normal
guys, and sometimes they’d play like they are girls like their clothes would
suggest. They usually only played the girl thing on Bob when they wanted
something or wanted to get away with something. It took a good fifteen minutes
of looking between the two of them for Bob to sigh and slump his shoulders.
 
“Fine, I’ll get rid of him for you. What happened to where you were putting
them?” Bob went back to making his coffee.
 
“No space left to bury them in that spot, we have to find a new one.” Mikey
shrugged as he perched himself up on the counter.
 
“That and we kind of didn’t mark where each one was buried so we can’t really
judge how much space we’ve got left properly. We forgot to mark them at that
spot.” Gerard lets go of Bob and goes to sit on the counter beside his brother.
 
“I see.” Bob shook his head and took a sip of his coffee before setting it
aside to put toast in the toaster and pour two bowls of cereal. He gave each of
the boys on the counter the bowls and waited for his toast to pop. “Well I’ll
find one for you today when I get rid of that.” he shook his head.
 
“Thank you Bob.” Gerard smiled widely at him and Bob couldn’t help but smile
back. His toast popped out of the toaster at him and he ate his breakfast
happily while Mikey and Gerard ate theirs and whispered back and forth.
 
“Alright now, I’m gonna go get ready for work. You two had better be ready for
me to drop you off at work by the time I get back down here.” Bob looked at
Gerard pointedly, he took forever to get ready sometimes. They both worked at a
comic book store on the way to where Bob had to go so he dropped them off every
day they had to work. He worried about what trouble they’d get into on the days
they didn’t. He headed upstairs to shower for work and left them sitting on the
counter.
 
                                     ~~~~~


Bob pulled his pickup into the yard and jumped out. He’d dropped off the
brothers at the store without incident and ditched their latest problem
discreetly in a new place, which he made a memo in his mind of to tell them
later, and still managed to get to work on time. He grabbed his toolbox out of
the bed of the truck and tossed it into the work truck. He stepped into the
office to find his partner on this project but didn’t see him anywhere. He
looked around the yard too and didn’t find him.
 
He stood there tapping his foot in frustration and was contemplating texting
the idiot when he felt someone suddenly climb up the back of him to sit on his
shoulders. He tilted his head up to confirm the suspicion he’d found his
energetic idiot of a partner. “Havin’ fun up there Frank?”
 
“Yes, yes I am, Bob. Onward my good sir!” Frank grinned and giggled. Bob shook
his head and headed for the truck. This was not the first, nor would it be the
last, time this happened. Bob didn’t really try too hard to discourage it
either though. Frank was a little guy and didn’t really weigh enough to bother
Bob.
 
Bob stopped beside the truck to let Frank step off his shoulders into the bed
of the truck so he could climb out the other side and hop in the cab. “You
realize one of these times you’re gonna try that and you’re gonna fall off.”
Bob looked over at him.
 
“Bob, the day that happens is the day I’ll grow a foot.” Frank laughed and
buckled into his seat. “We at the same site today?”
 
“Yeah, still building that stupid addition. I think we have to put in the
window and finish off the floor today.” Bob started the truck and pulled out of
the yard. “We’ll see if the plumbing idiots have been there yet first though.”
 
Frank nodded and then looked over at Bob again. “You coming to the bar with the
guys tonight?”
 
“No, I gotta get home.” Bob sighed, he had to pick up Mikey and Gerard from
work and get them home before they could get into any trouble. It was one thing
for them to go out hunting. It was another for them to get bored waiting for
him.
 
“You say that every time and yet you claim you ain’t married.” Frank whined and
crossed his arms over his chest, pouting like a kid. If Mikey and Gee weren’t
so crazy he’d almost consider letting them hang out with Frank, they’d get
along.
 
“I’m not, I’m not even dating anyone, I just got things I gotta deal with
before I can think about going out to the bar and by the time I’m finished you
guys will all be drunk and it’ll be no fun for me to still be sober.” Bob
sighed and gave a variation of the same excuse he’d given every partner he’d
ever worked with. They never stayed long, they thought he was boring. Frank was
the new guy but he’d lasted longer than the others and had heard that excuse a
few times.
 
“You, sir, need to get out for once.” Frank stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
“You stay at home too much dude.”
 
“And what if I like staying at home.”
 
“Then you must have a hell of a hobby.” Frank gave a short and sarcastic laugh.
Bob rolled his eyes and thought  yeah if babysitting serial killers was a hobby
silently to himself.
 
“Something like that.” is what he said out loud though.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     “Alright you two, how was work? Stayed out of trouble today I’m
     hoping.” He looked sideways at them as he pulled away to take them
     home.
     “Of course we were good Bob.” Mikey smiled widely at him. “Perfect
     little angels.”
     “That worries me…”
Chapter Notes
     *grins evilly and throws chapter at you and runs away*
     ^-^ haha I'm just so mean aren't I <3
When Bob pulled up to the front of the store that Mikey and Gee worked at and
saw them sitting outside waiting for him. They smiled when they saw him and ran
over to squish into the truck. Mikey got in the middle seat beside Bob with Gee
pushing in beside him.
 
“Alright you two, how was work? Stayed out of trouble today I’m hoping.” He
looked sideways at them as he pulled away to take them home.
 
“Of course we were good Bob.” Mikey smiled widely at him. “Perfect little
angels.”
 
“That worries me…” Bob muttered. “I found a new spot for you guys.” he said,
speaking louder this time.
 
“Ohhh yay! Thank you Bob.” Gerard smiled wide and his eyes lit up.
 
“Do you want me to show you where it is now or later.” Bob smiled back. He
loved seeing that smile even if the reason for it was less than morally
pleasing.
 
“Now please.” Mikey gave a small smile and Bob nodded. He drove to the little
secluded spot he’d found earlier and pointed to the rock he’d moved. Mikey and
Gerard both nodded happily at the spot. They liked it. Bob smiled and took them
home. The elevator ride up in the building they lived in was a quiet one today,
the brothers whispering amongst themselves. Once they got into the little two
story apartment they all shared Bob relaxed a bit. There wasn’t much trouble
for them to get into here.
 
“What do you two want for dinner tonight?” He asked them as they wandered off
to sit in the living room.
 
“Can we have takeout?” Gerard asked and Mikey made a noise of agreement.
 
“Yeah, just the usual stuff then?” he smiled and received twin nods from them.
“Alright.” he said and reached to get his cell phone out of his pocket to call
in the order to have it delivered only to realize it wasn’t where it should be.
He checked all of his pockets. “Do one of you two have my phone?” It wouldn’t
be a first for one of them to have taken it and filled the memory with pictures
of the pair of them.
 
He was given a chorus of “Nope.” and he cursed under his breath thinking back.
He tried to remember if he’d even remembered to bring it with him today. He
went up to his room to check but it wasn’t there. He stood there wracking his
brain when he heard the intercom in the front hall come on and make a noise.
Meaning someone was calling up to be let in from the front door.
 
He panicked for a second wondering who it could be. He heard Mikey’s voice
answering it before he could get back down the stairs to answer it first.
“Hello?”
 
“Uh...is Bob Bryar there?” a familiar voice came through the speaker. Bob
panicked again. No one he knew had knowledge of where he lived. He’d kept it
that way because of the Ways.
 
“Yes he is, come on up.” Mikey smiled widely and pushed the button to open the
front door. “Bob, you have a friend visiting, we never get to see your
friends.” Mikey said happily when he turned around and saw a distressed looking
Bob at the foot of the stairs. Mikey went and planted himself in his brother’s
lap, smiling up at him and cuddling into him.  Bob, however, started pacing.
 
When the knock finally came at the door Mikey bolted it from Gerard’s lap to
answer the door before Bob could. Mikey opened the door to reveal a shorter
man. It took Bob a second to realize it was Frank, in his work clothes still,
holding Bob’s phone.
 
“Uhh...Hi...I’m looking for Bob…” Frank looked at the tall guy standing in
front of him, or he thought it was a guy anyway but he was wearing a skirt.

“Well hello there cutie, I’m Mikey, nice to meet you. Bob is in here.” Mikey
smiled wide and Bob passed the fuck out. This was probably his worst nightmare.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     He felt someone lean on the back of the couch beside him from behind
     it and he looked up to come face to face with the one he thought was
     Gerard. “Hi.” he said, leaning very close to Frank. “So what’s your
     name? Bob doesn’t talk to us about his friends.”
     “Uh...I’m Frank.” he said looking at Gerard worriedly. “He doesn’t
     talk about you two either.”
Chapter Notes
     I'm really enjoying writing this story, I actually almost finished
     chapter 5 too last night before I made myself go to bed at like
     3am...I have the awful habit of getting entirely too distracted by my
     writing and forgetting sleep is a thing XD
     I'm also very motivated to write this by how excited GeesCLUELESSgirl
     keeps getting about it <3 I love how much she loves this
Frank looked at his coworker who was now on the couch. These other two though,
Mikey and Gerard they’d said their names were, Frank wasn’t sure about. They
seemed nice but why hadn’t Bob talked about them before.  Who were they to Bob
that they lived with him?  Was the question playing on a continuous repetitive
loop in Frank’s head as he sat there beside Bob. Also,  why did Bob pass out
when he saw him?
 
He felt someone lean on the back of the couch beside him from behind it and he
looked up to come face to face with the one he thought was Gerard. “Hi.” he
said, leaning very close to Frank. “So what’s your name? Bob doesn’t talk to us
about his friends.”
 
“Uh...I’m Frank.” he said looking at Gerard worriedly. “He doesn’t talk about
you two either.”
 
“No, I don’t imagine he would.” Gerard chuckled. “How do you know Bob?”
 
“I’m his partner at work. I’m the one he works with every day.” Frank leaned
away from him only to bump into the other one, who he hadn’t noticed plopped
down beside him. He looked at the pair of them and they looked really similar.
They had the same eyes and an overall extremely similar appearance. The
differences between them were hair colour, Gerard’s being black to Mikey’s
sandy blonde. Gerard was also more soft featured and more rounded out in his
face where Mikey was more chiseled angles and he had a jaw sharp enough to cut
glass. They had to be twins or, at the very least, brothers. Frank was willing
to bet his life savings on it. He still questioned the women’s clothing but
didn’t really feel like asking.
 
“Oh, so you’re a construction worker like Bob, must be all muscle then.” Mikey
grinned a crooked little grin and shifted closer to him.
 
“No, not really, I’m more the guy that fits into little spaces and climb up to
places the others either can’t or won’t go.” Frank sank further into the couch.
Something about these two...he didn’t like being surrounded by them. He heard
Bob start to shift and wake up. He refocused on him trying to shake the feeling
Gerard and Mikey gave him. When Bob finally came to and slowly sat up he looked
at Frank and then the other two. He closed his eyes and groaned.
 
“And here I was hoping it was just a bad dream.” he mumbled under his breath
but Frank still heard. Bob sighed and carefully stood up off the couch,
wandering toward the door. He turned back to look at Frank and motioned for him
to follow. Frank quickly got off the couch and ran after Bob. They ended up in
the hall outside the apartment door. “Not to be rude but it’s probably better
you don’t hang around.” Bob looked at him with a clear apology in his eyes.
 
“Yeah, no that’s fine I just...you forgot your phone in the truck and I figured
you might need it. I had to look in your contacts info to find your address but
I swear I didn’t touch anything else.” Frank pulled the phone out of his pocket
and handed it back to Bob. “Can I...what is with those two? I mean, obviously
they are brothers or something...but they live with you and you’ve never
mentioned them.”
 
“Yeah, Gerard is the older of the two by like three years I guess. And yeah
they live with me...it’s hard to explain...but they are kind of...off...so I
don’t really bring people around them.” Bob looked at the floor.  Off is the
understatement of the century , Bob thought to himself.
 
Frank nodded. “Yeah...they are kind of unnerving.” he looked up at Bob.
“I...uh...I guess I’ll let you get back to them, I’ll uh...see you at work
tomorrow.” he didn’t want to hang around much longer in case one or both of
them decided to make an appearance again. He waved at Bob as he walked down the
hall to the elevator and Bob silently waved back.
 
Bob sighed to himself, sure that Frank would ask for a different partner now
and Bob would end up with someone else. He shook his and turned to go back into
the apartment. The Ways were on the couch cuddling together again and Gerard
looked back up when he heard Bob in the kitchen.
 
“Where’d your little friend go, Bob?” Gerard asked pouting. Mikey craned his
neck around too to see Frank was indeed gone.
 
“He was kinda cute, why’d he leave?” Mikey joined Gerard with a tiny pout of
his own.
 
“You two aren’t exactly easy to handle when you aren’t used to you.” Bob said
looking at the takeout menu to find the number. “I think you scared him, I
probably won’t hear from him again now.” he still didn’t look up at them.
 
“Awe.” He heard Gerard’s voice really close suddenly and looked up to see him
walking towards him. “We’re sorry Bob, we didn’t mean to frighten him, we just
wanted to get to know him. We don’t get to meet your friends.” he said leaning
on Bob’s arm.
 
“Yeah, and this is why.” Bob frowned and dialed the number. “Go sit with your
brother and behave while I order your food.” He shooed Gerard away, shaking his
arm to get him off of him. Gerard pouted and whimpered before wandering back to
the couch to crawl into Mikey’s lap. Bob sighed, he’d have to make that up to
Gerard later but at that moment the lady at the takeout place answered the
phone. “Hi, I’d like to order takeout for delivery, the usual order for Bryar.”
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikey looked at Bob and saw the slump in his shoulders. Bob liked
     that little Frank guy, and now he thought he was gone. Mikey slumped
     into the couch. It was their fault. He rested his head back and
     sighed, Gerard looking up at him in concern for a second before
     looking at Bob. He looked back at Mikey and nodded in understanding
     before resting his head back against Mikey’s chest.
Chapter Notes
     I was going to wait and post this tomorrow but I decided to say fuck
     it and you guys can have it now...so here you go
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mikey looked at Bob as he washed some plates for when their food would get
there. He honestly did feel bad for ruining a friendship for Bob. He’d helped
the brothers so much when he could have just turned them in to the police when
he found them. Killers or not they did actually feel normal human emotions.
They just also really enjoy the feeling of the kill, the hunt. The kind of
kills they made. It wasn’t entirely senseless and despite common belief they
weren’t psychotic. Even Bob knew that. Sure they were a little crazy and
erratic but they didn’t mean much harm by it unless you did something to become
a target.
 
Mikey looked at Bob and saw the slump in his shoulders. Bob liked that little
Frank guy, and now he thought he was gone. Mikey slumped into the couch. It was
their fault. He rested his head back and sighed, Gerard looking up at him in
concern for a second before looking at Bob. He looked back at Mikey and nodded
in understanding before resting his head back against Mikey’s chest.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Mikey was curled up in a ball in the corner of the alley coughing into the
collar of his coat. It was cold out and Gerard said he’d be back with dinner
hours ago. They’d had to leave another hotel after a maid found their latest
kill in one of the rooms and called the police. They were also officially out
of any money they’d gotten off previous kills. This was not the first time it’d
happened. It probably wouldn’t be the last either. He coughed violently again
and curled further into himself. He knew he was sick and he knew it was bad.
They’d been out here in the cold for a couple weeks now. They didn’t have the
resources or energy to make a kill that would help them. That’s not to say they
weren’t killing, just nothing profitable enough to get them out of the cold.
 
Mikey was well aware he could die out here, and he’d made his peace with that.
It was winter in New Jersey. It wouldn’t surprise him at this point. He was
just glad to have found a slightly sheltered spot with no snow in it. He leaned
against the brick wall beside him and shivered again.  That’s a good sign , he
thought to himself,  if you are still shivering it means your body hasn’t given
up yet and is still trying to warm itself up .
 
He heard a shout and he perked up in concern. He soon saw his brother come into
view, he hadn’t seen Gee run that fast in forever. It didn’t take long to see
why though when the bigger guy came tearing around the corner after him. Gerard
dove into the hiding place beside Mikey and curled up beside him, trying to
quiet the whimpering and getting a confused look from Mikey. He saw a lunch
pail in his brother’s hand and realized he must have tried to steal this guy’s
food and got caught last second.
 
The guy reached into their hiding place blindly looking for the boy he’d seen
dive in there. Mikey shrunk away from the hand as it got close to him but he
ended up being pulled out by his ankle. Mikey yelped as the guy pinned him
against the wall. This guy was easily twice his size and a bit taller than him.
 
The guy looked at his catch in confusion. This was not the boy who stole his
lunch. This one looked impossibly sicker than the other. And younger. He
frowned deeply and set him down. “Don’t move.” he growled and Mikey was too
cold and tired to fight back so he nodded. The guy reached in again and this
time he pulled out the lunch thief. He scowled at the boy and looked back at
the other one on the ground.  They had to be brothers , he thought to himself.
He looked at the pair of them and realized why they looked sick and why he’d
stolen his food. He gripped the thief tight by the arm and bent down to pick
the other one up.
 
Mikey didn’t know what else to do so he let himself be scooped up and held onto
the man’s neck for dear life. He doesn’t know when but at some point he blacked
out and when he came to he was in a warm pickup truck cab. Everything hurts as
it’s thawing out. He looked around and sees the man from before driving beside
him. He looked to the other side and sees Gerard curled up on the seat beside
him eating half of a sandwich from the lunchbox. When he sees Mikey awake he
offers him the other half. Mikey looked to the driver, who simply nods, before
accepting it. It’s just chicken salad but right then, to Mikey, it’s the best
food in the world. He relaxed a little and then starts coughing as he does. He
groaned in pain and feels the concerned gaze of the driver.
 
The guy changes his course of where he’s driving and pulls up to a drugstore.
He tells the two of them to wait there and goes inside, taking his keys with
him. He comes back with a bag only a few minutes later. Mikey blacks out again
and finds himself in a cozy and comfy bed with Gerard beside him. He sits up
and goes into another coughing fit. The guy poked his head into the room and
upon seeing Mikey ducked back out to get something. He came back with a bowl
and the bag from the store. Mikey curls up away from the man as he sits on the
bed in front of Mikey.
 
“It’s ok, Mikey, I’m not gonna hurt you.” the man reassured Mikey but he still
was uncertain of this man and how he knew his name. “Here,” the man digs around
in the bag to pull out one of those thermometers you put under your tongue to
check your temperature when you are sick. He holds up to Mikey, just in front
of his mouth, and Mikey hesitantly parts his lips to let the man check his
temperature. He holds the thing in his mouth while the man digs around for
something else. “Your brother, Gerard, explained some things to me. He told me
your name was Mikey. He also told me you are only 18. You’re safe here,
alright?” He takes the thermometer back from Mikey and looks at it. “That is
definitely not good. My name is Bob, by the way.”
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
It had taken a while Mikey had finally gotten better, Bob had taken him to the
walk in clinic and made them take a look at him even without any ID or
information when he’d gotten really bad. Gerard had been entirely distraught
over it, worrying about his little brother. Bob had pretty much taken the two
of them in, he was only a couple years older than Gerard but he was a
replacement parent to them.
 
Today Bob had gone to work and left them by themselves. They were kind of bored
so they put on some of the cute clothes Bob had bought them when he realized
how ruined their old ones were. He was surprised they liked girl clothes better
but accepted it fairly quickly. He didn’t seem to care that they were a little
different, seemed to almost expect that they be a little odd. Once they were
dressed and ready they went out to a bar. It was spring out now so they didn’t
worry about the cold so much.
 
Some sleazebag hit on Gerard after they watched him hitting on every other girl
in the area for a few hours. He instantly became the next target. He was a
fairly easy kill and both Mikey and Gerard felt happier slipping back into
their familiar routine. Things felt alright for the first time a long time.
That is, until Bob came home from work.
 
Mikey was lounging comfortably on the couch with Gerard laying in his lap. Bob
came in and sounded tired, he’d obviously had a busy day at work. “Hey guys,
hope you didn’t get too bored, I really ought to find you guys something to do
while I’m gone. What do you want for dinner….” he trailed off as he walked into
the living room and spotted the brothers. Mikey looked down and realized they’d
taken off their bloody clothes and took care of them, making sure to get the
blood stains out, and had put on their pajamas but they’d forgotten to clean
their skin. Meaning they still had blood on their hands and faces and such. Bob
froze, standing there looking at the brothers. “What the fuck...explain...now.”
Bob looked furious but also scared.
 
Explaining to Bob that he’d let two serial killers into his home and had been
taking care of them was something Mikey would never forget. He saw the pure
panic in the man’s eyes as he realized what he’d done. He also saw Bob’s hand
twitch towards his phone and the clear desire to call the cops and hand them
over in his eyes. It took several hours to talk Bob down and explain
everything.
 
It took several months for Bob to really get used to it though. At first he
dealt with it by telling himself with them in the house there was literally
nothing else that could hurt him. No one who tried to break in would make it
very far before either being dead or running away screaming. The first time he
found a body in his kitchen was a shock and that took some dealing with but Bob
became acclimated to his two little killers. He kind of saw past that, kind of
just a flaw of theirs. He knew they were kind of crazy but they weren’t full on
psychotic, he watched their emotions and behaviour for a long time before he
ruled out psychopaths or sociopaths. They were no more insane than anyone else.
He got over their hobbies the same as he got over their clothing preference, it
was just them.
 
They never failed to surprise him still though. They were as unpredictable as
they came and that was what worried Bob. He knew they wouldn’t hurt anyone who
was innocent or didn’t deserve it but call him cautious in deciding it was best
to keep them away from people he had to deal with on a regular basis. He found
them jobs at a comic book store and even them being there without supervision
gave him anxiety. They always behaved though. For the most part anyway.
 
                                     ~~~~~
                                        
Mikey looked at Gerard and frowned. “Gee, I think we fucked up...we have to fix
this for him...we have to do something…” he said in a broken voice. Bob
deserved better. He’d been taking care of them for 3 years.
 
“What are we gonna do though, Mikes? Bob won’t let us just go see Frank.”
Gerard whispered back to his brother as they watched Bob in the kitchen.

“We have to think of something...Bob works tomorrow but we don’t...we may not
be allowed to go there but we do know where Bob works and Frank works with
Bob...maybe we can catch him there?” Mikey said trying to think of something,
anything, that would help. Gerard shrugged and then nodded. That was their best
chance. “We’ll have to leave before Bob does in the morning but he’ll think we
went out on an early hunt again, we’ve done it before.” Mikey nodded and sank
back into the couch.
Chapter End Notes
     I don't think I've ever used so many goddamn italics...wow XD
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     He looked down at his phone to check the time to see how much longer
     he’d be sitting there. When he looks back up someone is standing in
     front of him. He jumped and let out a little yelp, hitting his head
     in the process. He looked back up at the person to see that it’s
     Mikey.
     “Goddammit, man, you scared the crap outta me, don’t do that.” Frank
     groaned and rubbed at his head.
Chapter Notes
     I seriously have Ray's song "For the Lost and Brave" stuck in my head
     and it's actually driving me insane XD
     Ray kinda freaks me out...I don't know why he just does...but he's
     very very talented as far as music goes <3
Frank sat in his usual spot where Bob could see him and never seemed to look
and waited for Bob to come to work. He watched so he could see when Bob’s truck
would pull in. Frank was here early whenever he could be specifically to
surprise Bob. Bob never cared and never actually seem surprised but Frank was
ok with that. Bob always smiled when he did it and Frank liked that. He knew
he’d done this yesterday but that’s why Bob wouldn’t expect it today.
 
He looked down at his phone to check the time to see how much longer he’d be
sitting there. When he looks back up someone is standing in front of him. He
jumped and let out a little yelp, hitting his head in the process. He looked
back up at the person to see that it’s Mikey.
 
“Goddammit, man, you scared the crap outta me, don’t do that.” Frank groaned
and rubbed at his head.
 
“Sorry, Frankie, just wanted to check in with you, you left yesterday without
saying goodbye and we were worried.” Mikey said and Gerard moved into Frank’s
view. Frank shifted uncomfortably. Bob had said they were off, he didn’t want
to find out exactly what the entailed.
 
“Yeah I’m sorry, I should’ve stopped back in to say bye to you guys but I had
to be somewhere.” Frank looked up at them and felt like shrinking back into his
spot but decided against it because he figured that would probably set them
off.
 
“Frank, you don’t have to lie, we are aware Bob tries to keep people away from
us.” Gerard smiled at him and it was actually a genuinely cute smile.
 
“We kind of had a reason for wanting to check in with you actually.” Mikey said
and looked at Gerard. “Bob thinks we scared you off and that you’ll stop
talking to him because of us. Bob really likes you I think so I really hope
that’s not true. We owe him a lot.”
 
“What? No, I was waiting for him to show up, Bob is fun to hang out with. You
guys are a little overwhelming I guess but you didn’t scare me off.” Frank
looked at them wide eyed.
 
“Oh! Really?” Mikey asked and looked at the smaller man.
 
“Yeah, Bob is my friend, if he’s alright with you guys then I don’t see any
reason I shouldn’t be. I can understand that maybe he thinks you’re a bit much
for most people but I’m sure I can get used to you.” Frank shrugged and looked
at the pair.
 
“Awe! Frankie that’s so sweet.” Gerard jumped at Frank and wrapped his arms
around his neck to hug him. Frank was startled at first but smiled and hugged
the man back.
 
“We need to get out of here before Bob gets here and gets mad at us.” Mikey
looked at Gerard.
 
“Please don’t tell him we were here, Frankie.” Gerard pouted at him.
 
“Your secret is safe with me.” Frank nodded to them. They both made a cute
happy noise, Gerard kissed Frank on the cheek and then the pair of them took
off before Frank could make sense of what’d just happened.
 
Frank sat there for a few more minutes before Bob showed up and he ran out of
his hiding place and climbed up the back of him that same as he did yesterday.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Bob looked up at Frank putting in the light fixture in the roof. He is still
completely amazed that Frank didn’t leave and that he greeted him the same way
as he did the day before. His behaviour hadn’t really changed. Bob was both
confused and relieved at this. Bob continues to hold the ladder steady so Frank
won’t fall off of it. He’s let Frank do this on his own before and Frank almost
immediately fell off the ladder and hurt himself.
 
Frank finished with the light and climbed down to clean up the crap he’d
dropped. Bob folds up the ladder and lays it down along the side of the room.
“Hey Bob?” Frank’s voice brought him out of his thoughts.
 
“Yeah Frank?” He looked over at him.
 
“You wanna hang out after work?” Frank asked him with a smile. Bob cringed and
sighed.
 
“I gotta get home, Frank…” Bob started but Frank shushed him.
 
“Yeah, you gotta get home for them. That’s fine. I meant at your place anyway.
I can bring food and we can do movie night or something if you want.”
 
Bob’s eyes widened. “I thought...I was so sure they’d freaked you out.”
 
“I won’t lie, they are a little weird and a little creepy to be honest, but if
you like them they can’t be that bad.” Frank laughed. “I can get used to the
weird, it’s fine. You don’t have to keep me and them in separate little
bubbles.”
 
“Uh...ok….yeah sure Frank, but I can’t guarantee what kind of movie those two
will want to watch.” Bob shook his head.
 
“I’m cool with pretty much anything honestly. I’ll bring pizza, what are they
gonna want on it?”
 
“They’ll eat pretty much anything.” Bob shrugged.
 
“Vegetarian ok?” Frank smiled widely. Bob arched an eyebrow.
 
“Yeah sure, I didn’t know you were vegetarian though.”
 
“Yeah, I have been for like...forever honestly.” Frank gathered up some of his
tools.
 
“Cool.” Bob nodded and looked at the room. “I think all we have left is to put
up the trim I measured and cut.”
 
“That’s easy, we’ll be done before the woman even gets home from her yoga
session.” Frank laughed and Bob had to laugh with him. He was glad Frank wasn’t
running away, and he felt like maybe he owed Mikey and Gerard an apology. He’d
make it up to them.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bob walked into the apartment and set his stuff on the counter in the
     kitchen. He should know by now to call out for the brothers before he
     looks around anywhere. Somehow them being killers was the easiest
     thing about them that Bob had to get used to when he brought them
     into his home.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Bob walked into the apartment and set his stuff on the counter in the kitchen.
He should know by now to call out for the brothers before he looks around
anywhere. Somehow them being killers was the easiest thing about them that Bob
had to get used to when he brought them into his home. He rolled his eyes and
looked away from them on the couch before he could see anymore than he needed
to. He decided to head up to his room rather than hang around and wait for them
to sort themselves out.
 
“Frank is coming over for pizza and movies in a bit so you two had best be
proper before he gets here.” he called out to them as he climbed the stairs. He
got two loud moans from them in response and he shook his head as he closed the
bedroom door.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Bob had gotten used to living with a pair of serial killers. He was at a point
where if they needed it he’d wash out blood stains and bandage wounds from
victims that fought back unexpectedly. He’d even helped them get rid of a
couple of bodies after they’d brought one home with them because they had
nowhere to get rid of it. He was not fond of dead bodies in his kitchen. They
been with him about a year and a half. He was sure there were no more curve
balls they could possibly throw at him.
 
Oh boy had he been wrong.
 
They had a day off from the jobs he’d gotten them at a comic book store after
he discovered they like comics and stuff like that. He thought maybe he’d come
home to them watching a movie. Worst case he’d come home to them having made a
kill today. That wouldn’t have bothered him. He was used to that. He was fine
with that as long as they didn’t get blood on the furniture.
 
That’s not what he came home to.
 
Bob came home to loud moaning and this puzzled him until he got out into the
living room and was met with the sight of Mikey being pinned to the couch and
fucked hard, his arms above his head and his head thrown back. This wouldn’t
have bothered Bob much beyond usual and reasonable embarrassment for walking in
on this had the man pinning him down not been Gerard. They were both moaning
and kissing and panting and Bob stood there aghast before he snapped out of it.
 
“What the fuck?!” He yelled and the brothers jumped apart. They looked
terrified. “You two…?” he was completely at a loss for words.
 
“Bob...we…” Gerard went whiter than normal. He looked at Mikey in panic. They
knew what they were doing was wrong at least.
 
“I don’t wanna hear it until you are both dressed.” Bob squeezed his eyes shut
and headed for the kitchen. He heard them getting dressed as he got himself a
glass of water. They came out to stand across the counter from him and neither
would meet his eyes. “Do either of you care to explain what the hell I just
walked in on?”
 
Gerard looked at Mikey and both looked scared. It’s Mikey that looked up at Bob
finally and sighed before speaking. “Bob...it’s...to us it’s not the same...we
know what other people think...but it’s been just us for years, we were all
each other had…things aren’t the same, don’t feel the same to us, because of
our lives, as the way other people see them. He’s my brother yes, but he’s also
been my only friend and...well...more than that...for a long time.” Mikey
looked like he might actually cry. Bob realized he had no idea how long the
pair of them had been living the way they were when he found them.
 
“How long have you been on the streets?” he looked down at the counter.
 
“Since I was 13.” Gerard said. Bob started doing the math. Gerard is 22...he
was 13, that’s 9 years...Mikey would have been 10. He shuddered and looked back
up at the pair of them. “Our parents were both killed in an accident while we
were at school. No one wanted us and we immediately ran away from the home we
were put in because they people that ran it were awful and hit Mikey.”
 
“Wait...so that means...did you guys ever go to school after your parents
passed?” He looked at them and they shook their heads. He looked at them and
what he saw started to shift. He didn’t see brothers anymore. That’s what they
were, sure, but they were more than that. They had been everything to each
other for 9 years. All the other had to rely on for safety and comfort and
love. Bob’s heart started to break further than it had when he originally found
them.
 
“Are you going to throw us out?” Mikey asked in a soft voice. Bob moved around
the counter to pull them both into a tight hug.
 
“No, absolutely not, you are both safe here, ok?” Bob said, nuzzling into
Mikey’s hair and looking at Gerard. “You will never not be safe here, no matter
what, ok?” he said softly and they both nodded, sighing in relief and relaxing
into Bob.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
When Bob reemerged from his room Mikey and Gerard were cuddled up on the couch,
dressed and whispering amongst themselves. He smiled at them and felt his heart
swell in happiness that he’d taken the time to understand them. He really did
love his little killers no matter what they threw at him anymore. Nothing could
surprise him. He heard the buzzer and headed over to see who it was.
 
“Hello?” he pushed the button to answer.
 
“Bob? It’s Frank, I got the food, let me in.” Frank’s happy little voice came
through the speaker.
 
Bob smiled and pushed the button to open the door. He went to the kitchen and
grabbed some plates. “Put in a movie you two.” he called to Mikey and Gerard
and then went to open the door at the sound of a knock but was beat to it by
Gerard.
 
“Frankie!” Gerard said at the sight of the smaller man and Frank just smiled
warmly, moving the pizzas to the side to accept a hug from Gerard before he let
him in. Bob furrowed his brow but shook his head and decided it was fine. He’d
rather Frank be alright with the Ways than him be frightened by them.
 
“I brought food.” Frank smiled at Bob and offered up the pizza boxes.
 
“BOB! Can we watch Gremlins? Pleeeeeease!” Mikey called from the living room.
Bob looked at Frank whose eyes had already gone wide.
 
“You are fucking right we can.” Frank grinned and laughed. Bob looked at the
three of them as Frank ran over to join the other two on the couch. Bob grabbed
the plates and carried the boxes over to set them on the coffee table. He gave
each of them a plate and grabbed some pizza before sitting back into the couch
beside Frank to watch the movie. Frank grabbed his pizza and cuddled in beside
Bob, leaning against him. Gerard and Mikey cuddled together under the big quilt
that was always on the couch that Bob’s mother had made. As the movie started
to play Bob was actually happy he’d left his cell phone at work the day before.
Chapter End Notes
     Now I wanna watch the Gremlins...AND WHERE ARE MY MOVIE BUDDIES???
     Not fucking here...none of them...this sucks...I'm not watching it by
     myself...I hate watching movies alone...I don't know why I just do
     most of the time
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     “Well hello there.” he giggled playfully and this only seemed to
     encourage the guy.
     “Well ain’t you a sweet little dream.” the guy said mischievously,
     grinning widely and eyeing Mikey up.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Mikey watched Bob and Frank sitting on the couch. Frank was over as often as he
could these days. That was fine, both Gerard and Mikey liked him a lot. What
Mikey couldn’t deal with was that they clearly liked each other but neither
seemed to notice. The passing glances one would give the other when they
weren’t looking. Small comments and gestured. Mikey didn’t know how they
couldn’t see it. It was so glaringly obvious to him.
 
He grabbed ahold of Gerard, who was behind him puttering around making
something. “Hey Gee, you see it too right? I’m not the only one?” he asked his
brother as quietly as he could and gestured to the pair on the couch.
 
“Yeah, I don’t know why they don’t just date or something.” Gerard shook his
head and gestured wildly with the batter covered spoon. He hit both Mikey and
himself in the face with it. Mikey glared at him for a second with chocolate
smeared on his cheek before he realized Gerard had hit himself in the mouth
with it. He smiled and leaned down to help Gerard clean it up. This lasted for
a couple seconds before Gerard frantically pushed Mikey away. “No!” he
squeaked. “Frankie! We promised Bob we’d behave in front of him.” Gerard
whispered to Mikey.
 
“He’s too busy with Bob, he’s not looking over here and you taste good right
now.” Mikey tried again but Gerard swatted him on the nose with the cleaner
side of the spoon. “Ow!”
 
“Wrong! I always taste good. And Frankie could look over here easily at any
moment to see what we are doing and if he sees you kissing me Bob will kill us
both. And we know he knows how because we talk in front of him and we  know  he
listens.” Gerard scolded Mikey and he pouted. Gerard got an idea and leaned up
to whisper in Mikey’s ear. “I’ll make it up to you later, your favourite.” he
stepped back grinning and Mikey smiled.
 
“Ok, I’ll be good.” Mikey pressed a gentle kiss to Gerard’s cheek and went back
to watching Frank and Bob. “Dude, we seriously need to help them out here. This
is ridiculous.”
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Gerard absolutely made it up to Mikey, he kept his promise when Frank was gone.
Then they’d decided to go out for a hunt. Mikey had picked out a tight fitting,
white crop top with long sleeves to go with a high waisted black skirt and the
same sheer leggings he usually wore. His hair hung over his eyes under the
beanie and glasses. He kind of looked like a girl if you were really drunk and
an idiot. This was exactly what they were looking for so this didn’t bother
Mikey at all. Right now he was M. He looked across the room to find Gerard and
spotted him scanning the room but doing it nonchalantly while dancing among the
bodies on the dance floor.
 
Gerard made a more convincing girl. Gee was really pretty, just as he always
was but he really outdid himself tonight. He wore his usual leather jacket,
that almost never changed. He also wore fishnet leggings under a pair of really
short shorts with littler skull and crossbones designs on the ass pockets. They
were highwaisted but not as much as Mikey’s skirt. He’d wore a sheer lace crop
top under his jacket and Mikey couldn’t help but think of how good he looked
right now as he danced around the crowd looking. Hunting.
 
Mikey lost track of Gerard though when he felt someone standing really close
behind him, pressing against his ass they were so close. He had to fight the
urge to haul off and deck whoever it was, instead he pushed back against them
before turning himself around. The guy was attractive, Mikey had to give him
that, with a pretty, angular face that Gerard would fawn over if asked to draw
it. He had dark brown hair and even darker brown eyes. He was about Gerard’s
height but his hair added to that a little. He wore a clean cut suit with a
blue jacket and a smile that told you he knew he was hott. Too bad he’d gone
and gotten himself chosen. Mikey smiled sweetly at the guy and slipped easily
into the faux feminine voice he pulled when talking to a kill.
 
“Well hello there.” he giggled playfully and this only seemed to encourage the
guy.
 
“Well ain’t you a sweet little dream.” the guy said mischievously, grinning
widely and eyeing Mikey up. Mikey pretended his phone had gone off and pulled
it out with the signal for one second. He texted Gerard their code set of
emojis and hit send. Gerard knew where to find him.
 
“Sorry about that, just letting my roommate know I might be late getting home.”
he winked at the guy, who seemed pleased with this and ordered a couple of
drinks. Mikey pretended to drink what he was given while the guy downed his.
Mikey found himself being led onto the dance floor. Which would be ok if Mikey
could dance but he really wasn’t great at it. They kind of danced for a while,
it was mostly just the guy rubbing his obvious hard on against Mikey’s ass in
time to the music.
 
“I’m Brendon, by the way, what’s your name dollface?” the guy, Brendon, said at
some point.
 
“Just call me M.” Mikey turned his head so the guy would hear him.
 
“Wanna get out of here, M?” Mikey smiled at this, this man just sealed his
doom.
 
“Yeah, meet me out back, I came here with a friend, gotta let her know I’m
leaving.” Mikey turned around and said right beside his ear. Brendon’s smile
widened and he nodded. Mikey wandered off to find Gerard, which wasn’t
difficult and watched as Brendon went out to wait for him.
 
“Hey, got one?” Gerard said, when Mikey got right up in front of him.
 
Mikey nodded. “This one needs to hurt, he pissed me off.” Mikey frowned at his
big brother, who in turn mirrored the frown. He kissed Mikey’s cheek.
 
“I’ll make him hurt for it.” Gerard said and headed out to meet his target.
Mikey followed. It was a practiced routine. He listened to Gerard talk to
Brendon.
 
“Hey there handsome, what is a thing like you doing out here all by yourself?”
Gee’s voiced was music to Mikey’s ears.
 
“Waiting for M, she said she’d be out in a minute.” Brendon freely told Gerard.
“You are just as pretty as she is though, maybe prettier honestly.” This pissed
Mikey off, he wasn’t wrong but it was still rude. He knew it would piss Gerard
off too.
 
“Oh am I?” Gerard giggled and this guy’s death was coming. Mikey stepped out of
his hiding place.
 
“Are you what, Gee?” Mikey feigned curiosity and you could see Brendon’s whole
body tense up.
 
“He said I’m prettier than you.” Gerard furrowed his brow.
 
“Did he?” Mikey moved into Brendon’s line of sight. “Well shockingly that’s the
least horrible thing he’s done to me all night.”
 
“What’d he do, baby?” Gerard leaned against Mikey shoulder and looked up at
him. Brendon was surrounded, he couldn’t move, couldn’t escape.
 
“He introduced himself by pressing right up against my ass.” Mikey pouted and
looked at Gerard. His big brother’s tiny look of concern turned to a growl.
 
“How dare you!” he dropped the feminine voice now. Mikey could count the time
till this guy would die now. “And then you dare to say I’m prettier than him?”
 
Brendon’s eyes went wide. “Him? Wait! You’re both guys? I mean that’s actually
fine…” his breath hitched when he saw Gerard’s knife. “Now listen, we can
settle this can’t we?” He said in a high and panicked voice. He lived for two
minutes after that. Mikey counted. In excruciating pain the entire time with
Mikey’s hand over his mouth to keep his screams silent and both of their blades
tracing designs into his skin, each one painted in crimson. They managed to
keep the mess to a minimum though. He didn’t bleed out there. But he did die
there. Gerard’s blade buried deep in his chest. The kill felt good. They
wrapped him up and took him to the place Bob had picked out for them. They
buried him and marked it like they were supposed to before heading home.
 
When they walked in the door, both stained with blood and dirt, Bob was still
up even though it was close to 3am. He looked up from his book at the pair of
them and shook his head with a little smile on his face. “What’d he do?”
 
“He greeted Mikey by pressing up against his ass and then called me prettier
than Mikey.” Gerard said and wandered over to see what Bob was reading.
 
“Both pretty hefty crimes. You are cute, Mikey is pretty, there is a difference
and you are both equally beautiful.” he smiled at Gerard, then kissed Mikey and
Gerard on the forehead in turn.
 
“See, Bob gets it.” Gerard giggled. “You are the only man good enough for us
Bob.” Gerard kissed Bob’s cheek.
 
“I’m glad, now go get cleaned up and into jammies you two.” he smiled warmly at
the pair of them, shooing them off. “I’ll make you a snack for when you get
out.” He said and they both hurried upstairs to shower and dress.
Chapter End Notes
     Did I hear a request for more blood shed? I think I did and I gladly
     give you what you ask of me in this case darling.
     Me? Have something against Brendon...no I never.... (ok, maybe a
     little, I mean this is second time I've killed him in a fic in two
     months) But no honestly I love Beebo sometimes and I'm generally
     actually nice to him as a character but I needed a fuckboy I wouldn't
     cry too much about killing in this fic <3
     Bob x Frank??? that is the question now isn't it heehee
     love you guys, thanks for supporting this fic <3 xoxo
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     “Well we’ve kind of helped you out there. Gee and I are going to eat
     in our room and then we are going out and won’t be back until our
     usual time.” Mikey said and plated out some of the food.
     “Really? You guys…” Bob started to protest but Gerard shushed him.
     “We want you to be happy, Bob, and you’re happy with Frankie.” Gerard
     said happily.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry I've been gone guys, don't worry I am still alive and I'm ok,
     just dealing with some family stuff and working as a live-in
     caregiver for my grandparents. I'm going to be gone during the week
     for a little while and only home on weekends. Don't have internet
     where I'm staying. I'll be back to normal as soon as I can but in the
     mean time my updates will only be Saturday, and Sundays if I've got
     anything. I'm still writing without tech, got a pile of notebooks and
     enough free time to come up with some oneshots at least. I will still
     answer all comments, emails, Tweets, and messages but they'll be
     answered Friday night when I first come home.
     Thanks for being patient with me on this, I love you guys <3
     xoxo
Gerard curled up on the couch and waited for Mikey, who was making dinner. Bob
was supposed to come home a little early today, he only had a minor job today
and didn’t have to work all day. Gerard was almost certain he’d be bringing
Frank home again. He looked over at Mikey and smiled. Mikey was a hell of a
cook when he wanted to be, they were going to eat their dinner in their room
while Bob and Frank got to enjoy hanging out alone. Mikey and Gerard figured
Bob only needed a little push, he was already so close to realizing. They were
sure of it. There was no way he wasn’t.
 
Gerard looked over at the door as Bob and Frank came wandering in, laughing
about something one of them said. Gerard smiled and got off the couch to ambush
Bob. He hugged Bob tight, and was greeted with a familiar and warm hug in
return. “Hi Bob.”
 
“Hi Gee.” Bob smiled at him and looked over at Mikey. “Whatcha got going on
here?”
 
“A surprise for Frankie so he has to go wait in the living room. But you can
come here Bob.” Mikey smiled widely. Frank nodded and did as he was told,
chuckling to himself the whole way. Bob scooped up Gerard, who was still
hugging him, by wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him only
slightly off the floor to take him with him to the kitchen. He set him down
lightly and leaned over to look at what Mikey was making.
 
“Hmm, looks good Mikes.” Bob smiled warmly. Mikey leaned in closer to Bob and
smiled back.
 
“Bob, we need to talk about something.” Mikey looked at him seriously despite
the smile. Bob looked at Gerard who nodded in agreement.
 
“Ok….” Bob hesitated and looked back at Mikey.
 
“If you do not just as him out already I will show him the pictures of you in
that dress we talked you into wearing last year for Halloween.” Mikey stared
Bob down. “And then I will tell him you like him myself.”
 
Bob’s eyes went wide. “You wouldn’t!” he said, looking at Gerard, whose face
tells him they really would. “Oh, come on! He’s gonna hate me and get pissed
off and he doesn’t feel the same way!”
 
“Did he say he didn’t feel the same way?” Mikey raised an eyebrow.
 
“Well no but…” Bob started only to be shushed by Mikey.
 
“Then don’t assume. You two are painfully obvious about each other.” Mikey
rolled his eyes.
 
“Really?” Bob looked at Gerard, still wrapped in his arms. Gerard nodded and
rested his head against Bob’s chest. “I don’t know what I’d even…”
 
“Well we’ve kind of helped you out there. Gee and I are going to eat in our
room and then we are going out and won’t be back until our usual time.” Mikey
said and plated out some of the food.
 
“Really? You guys…” Bob started to protest but Gerard shushed him.
 
“We want you to be happy, Bob, and you’re happy with Frankie.” Gerard said
happily.
 
Bob looked at them as Mikey dished out the last of the food. He smiled and
hugged Gerard tightly. He couldn’t believe they were doing this for him. “Thank
you, both of you.” Mikey handed Bob two plates of food and pulled Gerard out of
his arms.
 
“Thank us later when you’ve actually asked him out finally.” Mikey grinned,
picking up his and Gerard’s dinner to head upstairs to their room. Gerard
watched as Bob wandered over to the couch to sit with Frank and smiled warmly.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Gerard moved around the dance floor. The usual bar, on a different night, the
same routine. It felt good. They may not even pick a target tonight they
decided. Just dance together and have fun. He looked over at Mikey at the bar.
He’d just gone to get drinks, he wasn’t standing there watching the room.
Gerard smiled as his little brother brought the drinks back to him.
 
Mikey danced close to Gerard. He wasn’t good at dancing but for Gerard he never
minded doing it anyway. It was just them moving together being careful not to
spill their drinks. The music was actually alright tonight, mostly just noise
but not terrible music at least. Mikey stole a kiss from Gerard, who simply
giggled and kissed him back.
 
Mikey smiled, this was nice. It was a change and it felt good. “I’m gonna go
request a song.” He whispered in his brother’s ear and wandered away through
the crowd. Gerard watched him go. He continued to kind of dance amongst the
other people, not really staying with anyone more than a couple seconds. He
wasn’t looking for anything, he was waiting for his brother to come back.
 
“Hey there, cutie.” A voice behind him said and he turned around to face
whoever it was. “Hows about you and I have a little fun?” the taller man
grinned widely. It was the kind of grin that made your mind scream warnings at
you and chilled you to the bones. Gerard looked around for Mikey but he was up
at the DJ still. “Nevermind your little girlfriend, she can join us later
sweetheart.” Gerard felt the hand on his wrist but his mind didn’t really
register what was happening till he was already at the door and being led
outside. He was led outside and he did not like this at all.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Mikey looked down at the dance floor as he left the DJ, just as the song he
asked for started playing. Gerard loved this song and Mikey knew that. He
wanted to dance with him and have fun. He couldn’t find Gerard for a minute, he
wasn’t where he’d left him. He looked at the bar and he wasn’t there either. He
started to panic. Gerard wouldn’t go anywhere Mikey couldn’t see him. They
lived by that system, only going out of view when leading a target outside.
Mikey moved around the dance floor a bit, slipping between people, searching
for his brother. He decided to look outside, maybe Gerard had gone for a smoke.
He doubted that was the case but that’s the only thing he was willing to
believe right now. He went outside and didn’t see him anywhere, he walked
around to the back door and again saw no sign of Gerard. He wracked his brain
to figure out where he could be.
 
He stood there for a while and then sound started to fill his senses. He could
hear the music but the outdoor noise became more apparent to him. Kind of like
sitting somewhere and closing your eyes and relaxing so your focus can kind of
extend beyond your immediate surroundings. Mikey listened, letting the sounds
float through his head, never focusing too hard on any one sound until he heard
a soft whine. It was a familiar sound and he latched onto it. He opened his
eyes and followed the sound.
 
He was met with the sight of Gerard on his knees behind a car and a taller man
standing there with a blade to his throat. Mikey froze and went wide eyed. The
man looked up and Mikey’s blood went cold. The man’s dark gaze had that
psychotic look to it. Mikey and Gerard were killers and they could be
dangerous, could look dangerous because truthfully they were but only to a
specific type of person usually. This guy was a different kind of dangerous.
The killer that didn’t care, didn’t feel, and would kill anyone because he
could. He hid behind another car, his skirt riding up a bit.
 
“Wonder when you’re little girlfriend will come looking for you. I want this
territory and I can’t do that with you two little killers in the area. Don’t
want any competition. Don’t want the police to catch on too quickly.” the other
man said, Mikey peaked over the care at him. He saw Gerard’s knife in the guy’s
back pocket. “I can’t wait all night for her.” the man said impatiently. Mikey
breathed deeply and tried to come up with a plan. If this guy had overpowered
Gerard then Mikey didn’t stand a chance. His mind immediately started to reel.
He only knew one person strong enough to help him because police were not an
option here. He pulled out his phone and texted Bob.

*Bob, need help, G in trouble @ our usual bar, please be quick, come armed.* he
hit send and huddled down, closing his eyes tight and hoping Bob would be there
soon.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     The screen said *1 new message from M*. Bob opened it and the message
     read *Bob, need help, G in trouble @ our usual bar, please be quick,
     come armed* and Frank frowned.
Chapter Notes
     EHHHH yeah I'm still alive. I'm back for the weekend and then I'm off
     to the land of no WiFi again. I did come baring gifts though so enjoy
     this chapter and rest that I'll be putting up soon. I also updated
     the cover if you look in chapter 1 again.
     What else...
     OH YEAH...prior to leaving again last Sunday I lent our beloved
     SK!Ways to ***Momiji_Neyuki*** after much hesitation and arguing with
     her about it. She wrote a oneshot with ***GeesCLUELESSgirl*** while I
     was gone and returned my babies to me in one piece. Go check out "My
     Way or the Highway" via the little "inspired by this work" linky
     thingy. They do not disappoint <3 xoxo.
     Update on the family situation for any of you who were concerned.
     (thank you to those who have been making sure everything is alright,
     I appreciate that you guys care.)
     My grandma had heart surgery almost 2 weeks ago and is recovering
     with a broken breastbone from the procedure, this means that there is
     a lot she can't do for herself. My Papa is already about 90%
     dependent on other people for basic needs. I've been helping take
     care of them and living at their place to do so, ensuring they have
     24 hour care. There is no WiFi available to me there. I can, however,
     write in notebooks so I've been doing that and I've gotten a lot
     done. They are both doing well though, but I will only be home on
     weekends for a while.
     Thank you for being patient and hanging in there with me while I deal
     with this.
     xoxo
Bob smiled at Frank, cuddled up in his lap watching the movie. He was glad the
Ways had done this for him. Frank was quick to say yes and was cute as hell
when he giggled as Bob sighed in relief and wrapped him in a tight hug. Frank
was sitting there with his head on Bob’s shoulder, and his hand on his thigh.
Bob looked down at him with a smile and kissed the side of his head. Frank made
a surprised but happy little noise and turned his head to look up at Bob. Bob
looked down at him for a second and took a chance, pressing his lips to
Frank’s. Frank responded almost instantly, pushing himself into the kiss and
putting his hands up on Bob’s shoulders to bring himself level with Bob. Bob
picked Frank up by his hips and turned him around to face him. Frank straddled
Bob’s lap and deepened the kiss, inviting Bob to explore his mouth with his
tongue. He moaned against Bob’s mouth. Bob grinned and moved his mouth to kiss
the scorpion tattoo on his neck. The smaller man threw his head back to let Bob
have better access. Bob ran his hands up Frank’s thighs.
 
Suddenly ‘Man Down’ by Rihanna started blaring, making Frank jump and Bob
groan. Bob picked Frank and put him on the couch beside him, before pushing up
off the couch.
 
“What the hell is that?” Frank asked and watched Bob go toward the kitchen.
 
“My phone, it’s Mikey’s ringtone. He’d only be messaging me if it’s important.”
Bob picked up his phone from the counter where he left it. Frank got up to lean
into Bob and see what’s wrong.
 
The screen said *1 new message from M*. Bob opened it and the message read
*Bob, need help, G in trouble @ our usual bar, please be quick, come armed* and
Frank frowned.
 
“Come armed?” Frank looked up at Bob. “Sounds like something the police should
handle. What’s going on, Bob?”
 
“Can’t…” Bob sighed. “The cops can’t help them. I don’t know exactly what’s
going on but they need help and I’m all they’ve got.”
 
“Do you know where they are?” Frank asked, still frowning, and Bob nodded.
“Ok...so now what then?”
 
Bob headed upstairs to his room, fully aware that Frank was following him. He
went to his closet and opened it to grab the box off the top shelf. He set it
on the desk and opened it to dig under the little mementos and pictures. There
was a picture of the brothers together, smiling and laughing from only a month
or so after Bob found out about their little hobby, sitting proudly on top. Bob
moved everything out of the way to find the gun Gerard and Mikey gave him for
his birthday only a couple years ago. He could  just bring one of the boys’
knives but he wanted the extra insurance to be sure he could protect them no
matter what they’d gotten themselves into. He loaded it and tucked it in the
back of his jeans. He went to the other bedroom that Mikey and Gerard shared,
and grabbed the box from under Mikey’s side of the bed that he knew was there.
He pulled out a larger switchblade and pocketed it.
 
“Hopefully I don’t need either but the gun is a last resort.” Bob mumbled at
Frank, who was still following him.
 
“I’m coming with you.” Frank said and cut Bob’s protests off. “No, Bob,
whatever is going on, you’re not going alone. I’m going with you.” Frank glared
up at Bob.
 
Bob sighed and pulled another knife out of Mikey’s collection. He handed it to
Frank and pulled Frank’s body against his own. He kissed him hard, Frank kissed
back and leaned into it. When Bob pulled away he looked at Frank and kissed him
lightly on the cheek. “Fine, come with me, but promise me you’ll keep out of
the way and be careful. I don’t know what we are walking into. And Frank…” Bob
sighed. “Anything you hear or see...just...give me a chance to explain it
after, before you run away from me.”
 
“I’m not gonna…” Frank started but Bob cut him off.
 
“Just, please? No matter what, okay?” Bob pleaded and Frank nodded.
 
“I promise, that no matter what, I will let you explain in the truck on the way
home.” Frank planted one last kiss on Bob’s jaw. “Now let’s go get those two
out of whatever trouble they’ve gotten into.” he said and Bob smiled.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Bob pulled the truck up to the front of the bar he knew was their favourite,
out on the street. He jumped out, with Frank close behind, and headed into the
club. He pulled up a picture of Mikey on his phone and walked over to the
bouncer closest to the door.
 
“Hey, have you seen her?” He asked, knowing full well they looked like girls
tonight. The picture he’d chosen looked like a girl too.
 
“Yeah, she left about forty-five minutes ago, went out looking like she was
trying to find someone.” The bouncer nodded.
 
“Thank you.” Bob grabbed Frank and went back outside. “Where would he go? He
said they were here.”
 
“There’s a parking lot sheltered from the street by the side of the building.”
Frank suggested, looking in that direction. Bob nodded and they moved to look
around the corner. He spotted Mikey easily enough hiding beside a car, but
mostly because he knew what to look for. He pulled out his phone and turned off
the ringer.
 
*Look up @ corner of bar* he sent and watched Mikey. Mikey looked at his phone,
you could see the faint light shining on his face. He looked up and his eyes
locked on Bob. He looked behind him and slipped off his heeled boots. He stood
up but stayed kind of ducked down, and ran over to Bob, and Frank even though
he didn’t seem to see him.
 
Bob wrapped his arms tight around Mikey’s skinny frame. “What the hell is going
on?” he pulled Mikey over, out of view of the parking lot.
 
“We were dancing, just having fun tonight, we weren’t even going to hunt. I
went to request a song and when I came back Gee was gone. I found him out here.
Some guy has a hold of him with a knife to his throat. He’s waiting for me to
come out, he doesn’t know I’m already here.” Mikey was shaking like a leaf.
Fearless to anything but his brother’s life being threatened. “He wants to kill
us, Bob, over hunting ground. He’s psychotic.” He buried his face in Bob’s
chest.
 
“Bob, we should call the cops.” Frank spoke up and Mikey’s head shot up.
 
“You brought Frankie?” Mikey looked distressed.
 
“He wouldn’t let me not bring him. And no, Frank, I told you. No cops.” Bob
sighed. “Where is he?”
 
“On the other side of the car I was hiding behind.” Mikey shuddered.
 
“Wait...hunt? Hunting ground? In a bar? No cops?” Frank looked at them. “What
is going on here?”
 
“The hunting ground is this district of the city. The bar is one spot. And I’ll
try to explain the rest later.” Bob shushed Frank. “Come on Mikes, let’s get
Gee back. You go first, let him see you, draw his attention so he won’t see me.
If he goes after you I’ll knock this fuck out.” Mikey and Gerard might’ve
taught Bob how to use weapons but he’d already been good with his fists. Mikey
nodded. “You have your knife?”
 
“Always.” Mikey patted his jacket pocket. “The guy took Gee’s from him though.”
 
“Let’s get him out of there then.” Bob nodded and Mikey took a deep breath.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     “What did I tell you about moving?” the guy hit Gerard at the back of
     the head, making him yelp. The guy did finally look up and saw Mikey
     standing there. “Oh, we’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart.” he
     grinned and it sent a chill down Mikey’s spine.
Mikey walked over to the car, his boots in his hand. He knew Bob was somewhere
behind him, and Frank was with him. Frank wasn’t supposed to be involved in
anything like this. Mikey took the last few shaky steps over to where this guy
could see him. He didn’t notice him at first. Gerard wasn’t looking good. Mikey
had heard him hit Gerard for struggling or making sound more than a few times,
each time he heard it making his blood boil, and now he could see just how hard
his brother had been hit. Gerard was the one to notice Mikey first and his eyes
went wide as he shook his head furiously.
 
“What did I tell you about moving?” the guy hit Gerard at the back of the head,
making him yelp. The guy did finally look up and saw Mikey standing there. “Oh,
we’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart.” he grinned and it sent a chill down
Mikey’s spine. Mikey shook it off and looked at the man, pulling his M voice.
 
“Have you? Well how rude of me to keep you waiting.” Mikey gave an overly
sugary sweet smile, the kind you know is fake on sight.
 
“That’s quite alright, your pretty little girlfriend and I have been having fun
while we waited.” the guy’s smile became feral. “Now we can get this over
with.” he took a fistful of Gerard’s long, black hair and violently threw his
head. Mikey couldn’t help but cringe when Gerard’s head hit the tire of the car
and then the pavement. The guy stood up and stepped toward Mikey. He traced the
tip of his blade over the exposed part of Mikey’s collarbone. Mikey kicked out
his foot, catching the guy’s knees. The guy stumbled a bit, before lunging back
at Mikey, who fumbled a bit to pull his knife out of his pocket. “You know,
you’re not really much of a lady, are you?” the guy laughed at Mikey
brandishing his favourite knife and his boots on the ground beside him.
 
Mikey grinned, he could throw the psycho of his game so easily now. He dropped
the feminine tone before he spoke this time. “That’s because neither of us
are.” the guy looked so confused. “We aren’t ladies, we just dress like they
sometimes.”
 
The guy tried to lunge, swinging his blade at Mikey, but he stopped dead as
Mikey saw Bob move out of hiding to grab a hold of him and hold a switchblade
to his throat. He borrowed one of Mikey’s. Mikey felt someone behind him and
looked to see Frank sticking close. The guy growled at Bob and kicked his foot
up. Bob groaned and dropped like a stone. This time Mikey was ready when he
lunged, blocking the attack and bringing his own blade straight out across in
front of him. The guy’s eyes went wide as he brought his hand up to his neck as
the blood started to trickle, and the pour from the wound.
 
Mikey grabbed a hold of his hair as he fell to his knees. “I should make you
suff for what you did to my big brother, but I don’t have the time for that
tonight.” Mikey plunged the blade into the guy’s heart, and twisted it
violently. The guy’s death was quicker than he deserved and as much as that
pissed Mikey off, he simply dropped him. “We have to move quick before there’s
a pool of blood on the ground.” Mikey told Bob.
 
“Frank, get one of those really big trash bags from the back of my truck.” Bob
told a terrified looking Frank. He nodded and ran off to do as he was asked. “I
finally asked him out, and he said yes, and now he’s gonna leave anyway.
Probably hand us over to the cops as he goes.” Bob looked at the ground,
fighting back tears.
 
“You didn’t hand us over.” Mikey said. “Give him a chance, maybe he won’t. He’s
been pretty cool so far with everything.” Mikey moved over to Gerard, checking
his head for any blood but finding nothing thankfully. He cuddled him to his
chest and sighed. None of the injuries looked major. Gerard shifted and Mikey
looked down at him as he woke up. He smiled in relief that Gerard was okay.
“Gee!” he cried happily. Gerard smiled gently as he sat up.
 
“I’m right here, Mikes.” Gerard crawled into Mikey’s lap and kissed him hard.
Mikey wrapped his arms tight around him and held on for dear life.
 
“What the fuck?” Frank’s voice made them jump apart. They both looked at him in
terror. He looked at Bob, who seemed unphased by the pair of them kissing like
that. “You know, Bob, that list of things you need to explain just keeps
getting longer.”
 
“Yeah, I know.” Bob sighed. “You’re still gonna let me explain?”
 
“I promised I would.” Frank looked at the body. “Here’s your trash bag, let’s
get the  trash  into it before he starts making a mess.”
 
“Check him for ID. See what this fucker’s name is.” Bob said and looked at
Mikey. He knew Mikey knew at least the first name of every kill.
 
Frank dug a wallet out of the body’s pocket. He opened it and looked at the
license. “Gabriel Saporta.” He made a face. “Even his name makes him seem like
a douchey asshole, as if that dumb haircut wasn’t enough to do it.”
 
Bob laughed and helped Frank bag the body. They sat there while Bob brought the
truck over. They loaded the body into the bed of the truck and climbed into the
cab. They pulled out of the parking lot after making sure they’d left no
evidence of them having been there in the first place. Frank handed Gerard his
knife, taken back from Gabriel’s body.
 
“You gonna explain now?” Frank asked. He sat beside Bob, with Gerard sitting in
Mikey’s lap on the other side of him.
 
“You said on the way home, we aren’t going home just yet and I feel like this
will add to the list, so we’ll wait for now.” Bob sighed.
                                        
                                     ~~~~~
 
Bob pulled up to the burial spot he’d picked for them before. They got out and
Bob threw the body over his shoulder. Mikey and Gerard grabbed some of Bob’s
shovels out of the back of the truck. Frank watched in concern but stayed quiet
for a little while.
 
Bob took the shovel from Gerard and helped Mikey dig. They worked quickly,
burying the body and marking it the same as the others. Like they’d done this
before.
 
“Should I worry about the fact that it looks like there are two buried here
already?” Frank asked and frowned. “Or is that why you wanted to wait to
explain?” Bob nodded. “Ok.”
 
They finished things up and loaded back into the truck. Bob took a deep breath
and looked at Frank. Frank looked back expectantly.
 
“Ok...I guess I should explain now.” Bob sighed heavily, slumping his
shoulders, and mentally preparing himself to lose the boyfriend he’d just
finally gotten.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     “They aren’t bothering or hurting anyone.” Frank gave him a look. “By
     being together anyway.”
     “But they are still murderers.” Frank looked sideways at them.
“That’s…” Frank shook his head, sitting on the couch in the apartment. “Ok, so
you pretty much adopted two serial killers. Then found out that, despite being
brothers, that they are their own equivalent to dating...and you just accept
that and help them find places to bury bodies?”
 
Bob nodded. “I couldn’t get them to stop that, even if I wanted to.” Bob looked
at them. “If they have each other I don’t have to worry about whichever asshole
dares to break one or the other’s heart. Cuts down on the body count and keeps
me from joining them in killing idiots.”
 
“That’s still…” Frank made a face.
 
“Hey, they are both male, they know what they are doing, I’m not worried about
it. I’d be more worried if Gee was actually the girl he dresses like but he’s
not so I’ve got nothing to worry about.” Bob looked at the pair. “They aren’t
bothering or hurting anyone.” Frank gave him a look. “By being together
anyway.”
 
“But they are still murderers.” Frank looked sideways at them.
 
“They’ve never posed a threat to me and they like you.” Bob chuckled. “Their
hobby is definitely questionable but I’ve gone with them on a couple of hunts.
They are efficient and have a type. I’d almost call them vigilantes if their
type was actual criminals, rather than just shitty human beings, and if they
did it for any reason other than because they like it. And they are 100% sane
before you ask, I did check when I first found out.”
 
Frank looked at him and then at Mikey and Gerard. “I’m not sure about 100%.” He
tried not to laugh and ended up smiling.
 
“They are erratic and unpredictable, even a little crazy sometimes.” Bob
chuckled. “But you can’t help but love them.”
 
Frank laughed. “No, I suppose not.” At that Mikey and Gerard moved to sit on
either side of him to cuddle him.
 
“Frank, if you stay...anything that happens with me and them...if they go
down...if they get caught, I’ll be going with them because of how long I’ve
been helping, even if I’ve never made a kill.” Bob looked at his feet. “If you
stay you’ll be in the same boat as me.”
 
“I’m in the same boat anyway. I witnessed Mikey kill a guy, and I helped clean
up the body and watched you bury it.” Frank shook his head. “And I have zero
intention of going anywhere near any cops.”
 
“Frankie!” Gerard wrapped his arms around him and kissed his cheek. Bob and
Mikey both laughed.
 
“Uh...I’m guessing that’s normal.” Frank looked at Gerard.
 
“If they are comfortable with you, yes.” Bob laughed happily. “You’re part of
their family now.”
 
“Hmmm, I’ve seen how they treat family.” Frank said jokingly.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Summary
     “It was self defense.” Mikey reasoned, but looked terrified.
     “They won’t see it that way from a couple of kids living on the
     street and they’ll take you away from me.” Gerard sighed.
Chapter Notes
     OK! So due to confusing myself and ***Momiji_Neyuki*** and
     ***GeesCLUELESSgirl*** confusing me I did some math to figure out how
     old the Ways are throughout this mess. I needed to figure it out for
     my own sanity (and the tags) so I thought I'd share
     - Mikey was 9 and Gerard was 13 when they ended up on the streets
     - Mikey was 14 and Gerard was 18 when they started killing (and in
     the flashback in this chapter)
     - Mikey was 18 and Gerard was 22 when Bob found them and took them in
     - Mikey is 21 and Gerard is 25 in this fic during all scenes taking
     place in the present (anything that's not a flashback)
Gerard looked over at Frank, cuddled into Bob, and smiled widely. He looked up
at Mikey and snuggled tighter into his chest. He was glad Frank accepted them,
that Frank cared enough about Bob and the Ways to look past everything he’d
seen and been told today. Even he and Mikey had some trouble dealing with some
of it as it arose in their lives.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
“Mikey, I’m so sorry, we have to leave.” Gerard cried. “We have to get out of
here before the cops find this.” Gerard looked at the body of the man he’d
killed. He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn’t have enjoyed slitting the
man’s throat. He knew guy was a sleaze ball that had tried to come onto him and
his little brother.
 
“It was self defense.” Mikey reasoned, but looked terrified.
 
“They won’t see it that way from a couple of kids living on the street and
they’ll take you away from me.” Gerard sighed.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Gerard promised himself he would never kill again but he did. Twice. Now he was
staring at Mikey in horror as his little brother cried in fear and confusion.
Mikey had just killed a man that had tried to take advantage of him. He had
knife in his blood covered hands.
 
“Gee...I don’t understand.” Mikey sobbed. “Killing is supposed to be bad.”
Gerard nodded though confirmation wasn’t really needed. “Then why did it feel
good?”
 
Gerard closed his eyes and sighed. “I don’t know but it’s the same for me,
Mikes, you’re not alone in that feeling, though I don’t think it’s a common
reaction.”
 
Mikey looked up at him. “Really?”
 
Gerard nodded. “It was scary at first.”
 
“Have you done it again since…?” Mikey looked at him. Gerard looked away
shamefully. “Who were they?”
 
“Scumbags who tried to lay a hand on me. Only two.” Gerard sighed. “We need to
get rid of this body.”
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
They’d gotten into the bar easily enough. Gerard looked at his brother in his
little dress. When they could find decent looking clothes it was easier to find
women’s clothes in good condition. Women’s clothing fit them both well and
looked good on them. They could pass as girls, and it made it easier to attract
targets.
 
They wandered the bar and looked for good ways to find targets. They never
bought drinks. They couldn’t afford to. Gerard had just managed to find enough
money for a motel room for tonight. They’d get a room every couple of weeks. It
meant a hot shower and a warm, soft bed.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Gerard got out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. He forgot
his clothes in the room. He shrugged and went out to grab them. He froze at the
sight of Mikey under the covers, he’d already had his shower, with his eyes
closed and his hand under the blanket. It didn’t take Mikey long to notice his
brother and he jumped.
 
“How long have you been...standing there?” he sounded scared.
 
“Not long, sorry.” Gerard looked at the floor.
 
“I...sorry...I was just...curious...at the bars...the men who go after us...I
didn’t understand why…” Mikey stumbled over his words. Gerard sighed. Mikey was
a young teenager, it was a trick and a half to even sneak him into those bars
to look for targets. And he was a teenager that hadn’t had a chance to talk to
friends at school or his father about this. Of course he was slow to pick up on
it and it was on Gerard to talk to him about it, but Gerard had never really
found a way to bring it up. Or even a reason to, really, until now.
 
“It’s ok, Mikey, it’s normal. I just wish our living conditions were better so
you didn’t have to worry so much about being walked in on.” Gerard sighed
again.
 
“Can I…” Mikey hesitated.
 
“You can always ask me anything, Mikes, you know that.” Gerard sat on the end
of the bed. “What do you want to ask?”
 
                                     ~~~~~
                                        
It was cold as hell out and the brothers were curled up in the corner of an
abandoned building. Mikey was pressed up again Gerard, as close as he could get
to keep warm. He’d had a few conversations with Mikey since the motel incident.
What he couldn’t answer, or Mikey wouldn’t ask, he made sure to get Mikey
access to a computer with internet at the library for a while to figure it out.
Mikey seemed to have gotten the answers he wanted and needed.
 
He looked down at his little brother and curled around him tighter. Mikey
looked up and cuddled into Gerard, shivering lightly. “Sorry, Mikes, didn’t
mean to wake you.”
 
“Didn’t.” Mikey said quietly. “Can’t sleep.”
 
Gerard looked at him in concern. “What’s the matter?”
 
“Don’t know, kinda like I’m irritated or restless.” Mikey sighed. “Like I have
extra energy I can’t get rid of.”
 
Gerard nodded and shivered as a chill got to him. “Fuck, it’s so cold.” he
buried his face in Mikey’s hair.
 
“Hey, Gee?” Mikey asked, catching Gerard’s attention.
 
“Yeah, Mikes?” He looked down at him curiously.
 
“Can I…” he took a deep breath. “Can I try something?” Gerard arched his
eyebrow but nodded anyway. Mikey scooted up a bit and pressed his lips to
Gerard’s.
 
“Woah!” Gerard pulled away and regretted it for the hurt look on Mikey’s face.
“Mikes! You...we can’t...it’s not…”
 
Mikey blushed and hid his face. “I’m sorry, I guess I should’ve figured you
don’t like guys that way, much less me.” he scooted away from Gerard.
 
“No...Mikes...I do like guys, girls don’t interest me in the slightest...but…”
Gerard sighed.
 
“Just not me, It’s fine, Gee.” Mikey rolled over and Gerard felt like his heart
was being torn in two.
 
“It’s not that either, Mikey, I can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t like you that
way.” Gerard frowned. “It’s that you’re my brother. My  baby  brother. We’re
not supposed to feel like that about each other. People...they would…” Gerard
said and Mikey cut him off.
 
“They would what, Gee? They’d hate us? Treat us like shit? They already do
that.” Mikey sat up and faced Gerard. “You’re supposed to feel like that when
you love someone. I love you. To me it feels like it’s that simple.” he looked
down away from Gerard’s gaze. “If it’s wrong then why do I feel it anyway? If
you don’t that’s fine, I just...wanted to try it.”
 
Gerard looked at his brother. The only person he had in the world. Mikey was
his world and he loved him. How could that be wrong? Gerard sat up with Mikey.
“I love you too, Mikes.” he said softly and Mikey met his gaze finally. He
reached out to hold Mikey’s face in his hands. Before he could weird himself
out about it too much he kissed Mikey. He kissed him hard and Mikey pulled
himself into Gerard’s lap. The kiss deepened, moaning, tongues exploring and
playing together. Mikey grinded his hips down against Gerard’s, almost as an
automatic reaction. Gerard moaned loudly and broke the kiss. They were both
panting and Mikey rested his head against Gerard’s shoulder. He reached his
hand between them to palm Gerard through his pants. Gerard shook his head.
“Not…” he groaned. “We can get a room tomorrow. It’s been two weeks since our
last night in a room...we should have enough...ah...Mikes…”
 
“We don’t have to...all the way...just...something... please ?” Mikey pushed
harder and Gerard’s hips bucked against his hand.
 
“Ah, fuck, yeah...yes...ok.” Gerard moaned and picked Mikey up to lay him down
on the blankets. He ran his hand over the obvious bulge in Mikey’s pants and
pushed down. Mikey moaned and pushed up against Gerard’s hand.
 
“Mmmm….Gee…” Mikey smiled at his brother.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
They got a room as promised and Gerard got out of the shower same as last time,
only this time when he came out wrapped in his towel Mikey was sitting there
waiting for him, also wrapped in a towel from his shower. Gerard had managed to
earn enough extra by drawing quick portraits for people in the park to afford a
small bottle of lube. It sat on the nightstand beside the bed.
 
“You sure about this?” Gerard sat down on the bed. Mikey crawled over to him
and nodded. Gerard claimed his mouth, kissing him with all of the love and
feeling he could convey in one kiss. Mikey climbed into Gerard’s lap,
straddling his hips. His towel loosened as he moved and Gerard slipped his hand
down to wrap around Mikey’s length, stroking him from half hard to fully hard.
Mikey bucked against his hand and whimpered a little.
 
“Fuck...Gee…please.” Mikey whined. “Please…” Gerard grabbed the lube and tossed
away their towels. Mikey moved off of Gerard and waited. Gerard took hold of
his hand, opening the lube and putting some on Mikey’s fingers. “Wha…?”
 
“I don’t...really top...I like this better.” Gerard said quietly. “This ok with
you?” Mikey nodded. “Good...want you inside me.” Gerard moaned and guided
Mikey’s hand.
 
Mikey pushed a finger into him, Gerard kissing Mikey and trying not to wince
for fear of scaring Mikey. Mikey slowly built up the courage to add a second
finger after a while, pushing it into him and working him open. Gerard kissed
and bit at Mikey’s neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh. Mikey
moved to pull his fingers out but Gerard stopped him.
 
“Need...little more than that...for you…” Gerard grinned and moaned when Mikey
pushed in a third. It didn’t take long for Gerard to lose any patience he had.
“More...God, Mikey please...fuck…”
 
Mikey smiled a little, loving hearing his brother falling apart like that. He
pulled his fingers out. Gerard grabbed the lube again and put some on his hand.
He tossed the bottle on the floor with their towels and ran his hand over
Mikey’s length. Mikey threw his head back as he moaned and pushed into Gerard’s
fist. Mikey pulled Gerard’s hand away and pushed him onto his back, kissing him
and lining himself up. He slowly pushed forward until he was up to the hilt,
both of them moaning and panting.
 
“Fuck...Mikes...so good...ah...please…” Gerard moved his hips a little, trying
to get the idea across. Mikey gave a small thrust with his hips. “Ah...fucking
hell...Mikes, please just fuck me.”
 
“Shit, Gee...so tight, feels so good.” Mikey thrusted into him some more,
leaning down to kiss him, and picking up his pace. At first his thrusts were
awkward and not quite right, but he seemed to figure it out quickly enough. He
went deep and hard, with Gerard clawing at his back and shoulders. He moaned
loudly. “Gee...gonna...so close...feels…”
 
“Me too, Mikes, gonna cum so hard…” Gerard pulled Mikey down to kiss him. He
cried out with Mikey’s name on his tongue as he came, clenching around Mikey. A
string of curses slipped from Mikey’s mouth as he gave a few more hard thrusts,
cumming deep inside Gerard. Gerard came down from his high a little faster and
pulled away from Mikey fell out of him. He kissed Mikey’s face and cuddled him
until he came back to him. “I love you, Mikey.”
 
“I love you too, Gee.” Mikey smiled at Gerard and cuddled into him
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Gerard smiled and hugged Mikey tight, the sheer memory making his skin tingle.
That was the first time but most certainly was not the last. It had been
strange and hard to get used to. So much about it was wrong. They were
brothers, and Mikey had been so young. Yet nothing could make them regret it.
None of it mattered because they loved each other and that was enough for them.
It had been enough for Bob too. Society could think what it wanted. It was
against them anyway.

Both he and Mikey had slept with other people since then, together more often
than not though, but it had only happened a couple times and only for a little
while. All of those men, apart from one, were dead. They’d stopped doing that a
long time ago though. They were all each other needed and none of the others
quite compared. Apart from maybe that one man that was still alive. Gerard
smiled before looking over at Bob and Frank, he sighed contentedly before
drifting off to sleep.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Summary
     When they pulled up to the apartment, which Frank had moved into
     about three months ago, there were two cop cars sitting out front
     with the lights going. Bob’s heart sank. “Shit!”
Chapter Notes
     Well...this is it...the last chapter <3 Hope you guys enjoy this.
     Book Two is in the late planning and early writing stages already ^-^
     Now I've got a few oneshots to type up and post <3
     xoxo
Frank brought the sledgehammer down on the concrete floor they were making a
big hole in for the plumbing guys. His job right now was to weaken it and get
the hole started. And they didn’t have a jackhammer so sledgehammer it was. Bob
came down the stairs with two sandwiches in his hand and Frank smiled.
 
“Brought lunch?” he asked Bob and set aside the hammer.
 
“Yes, I did.” Bob grinned and held it up where Frank couldn’t reach it when
Frank tried to take it. “Pay the toll or no lunch.”
 
“Give me the sandwich or you ain’t getting laid tonight.” Frank grinned back
and Bob pouted but gave him the sandwich. Frank took it and then stood up on
his toes to kiss the pout away. He knew that was what Bob wanted in the first
place but he’d be damned if he made it easy for him. Bob smiled and kissed him
back.
 
                                     ~~~~~
 
Frank and Bob packed up their stuff for the day and jumped in the truck. “Pizza
tonight?” Frank suggested.
 
“Sounds good.” Bob nodded and they headed for their favourite pizza place. They
got their pizzas without incident and got back in the truck quickly. When they
pulled up to the apartment, which Frank had moved into about three months ago,
there were two cop cars sitting out front with the lights going. Bob’s heart
sank. “Shit!”
 
“Just drive, we’ll come back around when they are gone.” Frank frowned and
shifted uncomfortably.
 
“Frank...they had the day off today, Gee and Mikey are in there.” Bob looked
panicked and Frank cringed.
 
“Maybe it’s someone else?” he offered. Bob looked hopeful and they got out of
the truck. They made it up to the apartment without seeing anyone and got
inside. The apartment was dark inside.
 
“Gee? Mikes?” Bob called out and was ambushed by two bodies, he sighed in
relief and hugged them both tight. “What the hell?”
 
“We heard sirens and saw cop cars, so we turned off the lights and hid.” Gerard
cuddled his face into Bob’s chest as Frank turned on the lights. “We were
scared, Bob.”
 
“You’re ok.” Bob sighed again and looked at Frank. Before anyone could say
anything they heard banging and shouting on the stairs. Bob let go of the
brothers and opened the door to see four cops leading two men down the stairs
in cuffs. A much shorter cop came down the stairs after them and spotted Bob.
 
“Good evening, I’m going to have to ask you to get back inside, sir.” He nodded
at Bob.
 
“What’s going on?” he asked.
 
“Just some scumbags that got caught for drug dealing. It’s been dealt with. You
are safe. Now back inside, sir.” the cop ordered and Bob nodded, ducking back
inside and locking the door.

He looked at Frank and the Ways, and relaxed. “We’re good, not us, we’re ok.”
he said quietly and hugged them, kissing Frank gently and quickly.
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