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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way, Frank/Gerard, Lindsey_Ballato/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way, Ray_Toro
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-14 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1122
****** Life on the Murder Scene ******
by I_S-I-N_I_S-I-N_(AlleyKatt)
Summary
     Gerard always loved Frank. He loves him enough to kill.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
LIFE ON THE MURDER SCENE
CHAPTER 1. SO LONG, AND GOODNITE.
It took a surprisingly long time for me to get out of bed that morning. It was
the middle of September, but the sun was still beaming down relentlessly over
New Jersey as if was July. I rolled onto my side with a groan, expecting myself
to bump into Lindsey. When I felt the cold, unused blanket beneath me, I
frowned.
Where the fuck was she?
It took a moment of thinking, my eyebrows knotted together before the
realization dawned on me. I cursed under my breath at my stupidity. How could I
have forgotten? I shot out of bed, then stumbled forward as a wave of dizziness
hit me, nearly knocking me off my feet. Squeezing my eyes shut, I sloppily
rubbed a hand over my face before inhaling a deep breath. As I expected, it
didn't take long for the headache to appear. It always comes, just after the
nearly passing out part.
"Fuck..." I groaned as I rubbed my temples, my eyes scanning the room for some
painkillers. Just moments after I spotted them, I put three into my mouth, then
reached for the glass of water I had left on the dressing table last night. I
chugged it down quickly, washing the pills away with it.
I knew that Lindsey wouldn't be happy with what I was doing, but the migraines
were getting worse every day. It was a dull, drawn out pain that usually
appeared behind my left eye. It hurt like fuck, even with the painkillers. The
next thing I needed was a good coffee. That usually helped. It was one of the
only things that helped me regain my composure on a morning.
I went downstairs, and found myself in the kitchen. I wondered if Bandit was
awake yet; she most likely was. She would want to see her Mom properly before
she left. I was too tired to make breakfast, it could wait until later.
Instead, I made coffee.
As soon as I had finished my drink, I felt slightly better. I wandered into the
living room to see a panicked Lindsey rushing around, collecting items that
were lying on the floor, and shoving them viciously into various suitcases. I
hovered around the door for a moment watching her, slightly amused for a moment
before I spoke. "How many fucking mini skirts are you taking?"
She paused, then turned to look in my direction. She cocked her eyebrow up at
me questioningly.
Ah, of course. My Lindsey could never have enough mini skirts.
"Enough to keep all the perverts I'll be entertaining happy," she answered
bluntly. I let out a small chuckle and moved closer to her.
"How long 'till you go?"
"About ten minutes,"
We both stared at each other for a moment. There was a sadness in her eyes that
haunted me. I dropped my gaze.
"Gerard... are you sure you're okay with this?" Lindsey tilted her head to the
side, a frown etched into her face.
"Honey, don't worry about it. Just have fun, okay?" I forced a smile, but I
didn't dare look her directly in the eyes. She let out a small sigh.
"I'll call you every day,"
"Well then I'll have something to look forward to when I get back from the
studio every night," still smiling, I took a small step forward. Her face
softened when I took her hands in mine and lifted my gaze to meet hers.
"And Bandit?"
"She's gonna miss you,"
"I know..."
"Look," I mumbled as she heaved another sigh, heavier this time. "We'll talk
every night. Me, you and Bandit. She'll be fine. Both of us will,"
"Th-that's great..." Lindsey forced herself to say. I frowned.
"What's wrong?" I rubbed my thumb over the back of her hand in a repetitive
circular motion.
"Gerard, there's something I need to tell you... now. Before I leave, it's
just, I... I..." She chewed her bottom lip nervously. My frowned deepened at
how out of character she was acting. I slowly lifted a hand to her face and
gently pushed her chin up.
"Just tell me what's wrong," I spoke softly, my eyes not leaving hers. She
gulped.
"I... well, you see, I uh... I think that there might be a... a chance that..."
She tumbled over her own words before she trailed off, mid sentence, to stare
at the floor. I pursed my lips, unsure of what to do.
"Mommy! D-Daddy!"
We both whirled around, perfectly in sync to see a teary eyed Bandit pad into
the room. Lindsey was the first to react. She walked over to our daughter and
dropped to her knees. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"I don't want you to go!" Bandit cried out, then buried her head into my wife's
shoulder. My heart ached slightly at the scene. I couldn't help but feel sad.
"I don't want you to go..."
"Shh..." Lindsey cooed. "We'll be able to talk every day, I promise. Daddy is
still gonna be here, and Uncle Mikey is coming to see you tomorrow,"
Bandit shook her head in response. She rubbed a small hand against her cheek,
wiping away her tears. "I wanna come with you,"
Lindsey let out a small laugh. "No sweetie... you don't want to go on tour with
Mommy's band. We're boring. You like Daddy's band better, don't you?"
"Yeah! Daddy's band is better! Steve is scary, I don't like him," she huffed,
then crossed her arms, stepping away from Lindsey. She looked over to me. "Can
I go with you on tour, Daddy?"
I was just about to answer her, when suddenly Lindsey's face dropped, and panic
spread across it.
"Shit! I gotta go guys," she rushed over to me, and quickly planted a kiss on
my lips. "I love you, I'll talk to you as soon as we land, okay?"
I smiled. "Sure, I love you too,"
Bandit threw her arms up in the air, demanding a hug from her Mom. Lindsey
picked her up, and pulled her close. She whispered something into our
daughter's ear, then they both grinned.
"Don't tell Daddy," My wife said in a teasing voice, smirking.
"I promise," Bandit giggled, her face full of happiness. Despite how much it
peaked my curiosity to know what she said, I didn't protest. I was just happy
to see them both smiling. Lindsey turned to leave after putting Bandit back
down. I quickly chased after her, and we walked outside together.
"Lindsey..." I murmured her name as we came to a stop. She looked up at me. "I
love you. Remember that,"
"I love you too,"
"See you in six months?"
"See you in six months."
End Notes
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their work!
 scream out loud, pounding his chest with my fists, tears burning at my eyes.
What happened next shocked me so much, that I tripped over my own feet and fell
to the floor. Shaking my head in confusion, I struggled to my feet.
There was Frank, My Frank. Alive. Coughing violently and trying to sit up, I
stare at him in disbelief. I was so sure I had killed him, that; he had
suffocated on my brother’s cock, that; while Mikey had bled to death above him,
my Frankie had taken his last breath.
Still completely stunned, I climb onto bed, Beside Frank and put my arms around
him.
"That’s it baby just breath, you’re okay" I tell him soothingly.
Upon hearing my voice, Frank jumped and tried to crawl across our bed, away
from me. Stuttering in terror.
"Get away from me, you’re fucking crazy!".
In his struggle to get away from me, he falls off the end of the bed. It is his
cry of horror that pulls me out of my position on the bed. I race to his side
and wrap my arms round his shaking body. He does not fight me.
Frank wraps his own arms around me as well and we both gaze upon the naked,
blood stained corpse, that was once my brother.
Mikey is lying slumped against the side on my closet. The gash on his neck wipe
open exposing his trachea, thick red blood still oozing down onto this starved,
white, lifeless chest. My breath increases and my heart pounds erratically, I
find myself getting hard as I study my brothers body taking in every detail.
I admire the contrast of intoxicatingly red blood on stark white skin. It’s
beautiful. I take my time to look into my brother’s vacant staring eyes,
widened in shock and fear, the last two emotions he ever felt, immortalized in
his eyes. His lips are parted; he had still through his last second of fear,
been able to come down Frank’s throat.
At this thought I turn to Frank, grabbing his hair and Kiss him forcefully,
wanting to taste my brother’s betrayal.
What Frank did next shocked me more than anything that had happened tonight.
Frank moaned into the kiss grasping at my shoulders and climbing into my lap.
***** Chapter 3 *****
I had failed to notice the change in Franks breathing, while he too, took in
the details of my crime. My eyes widen as he thrusts his hips down into mine. I
pull at him, deepening our kiss, Frank letting out desperate moans. Between
kisses he pulls off my clothes impatiently, throwing them aside; I claw at his
back fighting to keep him close.
I’m so over whelmed and so desperately turned on. But this is not enough,
growling against his still swollen lips, I push Frank viciously out of my lap.
Frank blinks in confusion looking from my face down to my still hard cock. I
sit there panting, a glare fixed on my silent boyfriend. Frank immediately
rolls onto his knees, trembling. I slowly get to my feet and stand before him,
he looks up at me peering through his bangs, pupils blown, and I shake my head
at him before turning to my brother’s corpse.
I hear Frank’s gasp, as I dip my hands into the congealed blood, on Mikey’s
neck. Smirking to myself, I smear my now blood soaked hands seductively down my
chest, over my hips and down to my cock. Stroking myself I moan and turn to
Frank eyebrow raised, Challenging him.
Startled, Frank crawls towards me. I can see how turned on he is and it makes
me want to fuck him, hard and merciless, right next to Mikey's body. Frank
however decides to take the situation into his own hands, or mouth rather.
A mischievous smile on his face, Frank lowers his head to my crotch and takes
me into his mouth. His hands gripping my thighs, Frank sucks my cock greedily,
occasionally pulling off to lick at the blood drying on my stomach.
"Such a fucking slut Frankie" I growl "my brothers cum not enough for you, you
want his blood too?"
He moans loudly at this and I thrust harshly into his warm mouth once more,
before I cum down his throat, tugging his hair and gasping.
Frank is not done there he stands slowly, watching me with a provocative bite
of his lip, he then proceeds to lap at the blood dried on my chest, he lets out
quiet little mewls as his tongues swipes through the mess.
As he works on cleaning me off with his tongue, I jerk Frank off hard and fast,
he working his hips into my hand begging through his mewls. I growl against his
ear
"Such a fucking slut baby, did you like blowing my brother while he bled to
death?" "Did it turn you on seeing his bloody corpse?
"
"Fuck Gerard’ he moans biting down into my neck as he cums, in hot wet strips,
against my stomach.
I grab his hair roughly pulling him into a violent kiss tasting the sharp taste
Mikey’s blood on his tongue.
***** Chapter 4 *****
The morning after I killed Mikey, Frank spent the morning scrubbing at the
dried puddle of blood left on the floor, I could hear him cursing as he worked
the stain off of the floor boards. While Frank was busy, I fought Mikey’s cold
stiff body into the short, black dress and the battered red stilettos he had
worn the night before, I kept his underwear. Frank and I spent the rest of the
day together working on a plan to get rid of the body undetected.
That night we carried Mikey’s body outside, wrapped in one of my hoodies.
Working fast we hauled him through our apartment building, wary of neighbors
and their potential visitors, as we rush down the corridor and hasten down the
two flights of stairs leading outside.
Once outside we stand the corpse between us, each with an arm tight round it,
we walk quickly to Mikey’s apartment building three blocks away. Keeping our
heads down, hoods pulled up, nobody bothers us.
We leave Mikey in a dumpster down the alley way next to his block of flats. It
truly breaks my heart to leave him here of all places. It was here he picked up
clients, despising every one of them. Here is also the place he had once slept
each night, during the year he was homeless, when I left him. This is the one
place on earth Mikey had hated more than any other.
Before shutting away, the body of my deceased brother and ex-lover, I held his
dead weight in my arms, pressing a gentle kiss to his cold blue lips. Frank
gave me my moment before carefully easing Mikey’s body from my grasp; together
we lift him up into the dumpster and close the lid. Frank took my hand and led
me back to our apartment. We slept well that night, wrapped in a tangle of each
other’s limbs, under the blankets.
 
***
 
It has now been two weeks since I killed my brother. Two weeks since Frank and
I had got off using my brothers blood. And it had been two weeks since Frank
and I had discovered a hidden darkness within ourselves and each other.
Over the last two weeks Frank and I had been able to live comfortably, just us
two in our little apartment. Mikey always kept all of his money with him,
rolled together and taped to the inside of his bra; I had known this and sought
it out while taking care of his body. Mikey had had 400 dollars on him the
night he died, Frank and I put it to good use by paying this months rent and
buying in some groceries.
With the money spent and us running low on food, I knew it was time for me to
start hooking again. Time for Frank to start hooking again. Frank and I had
spent almost every night, this past two weeks, fucking each other. We got off
by reminiscing about how Mikey had looked, lying dead on our bedroom floor.
 
***
 
I want to kill again. I want to kill some john while he has Frank on his back,
pounding into him as I slit the johns throat. I shared this fantasy with Frank;
he smirked, and told me he wanted to fuck someone’s fresh dead corpse. I always
knew we belonged together, from the moment I had met him, I knew.
For now, it’s back to business as usual. Frank and I have no concrete plans for
our next kill; we have decided it would be more of a thrill if it was
spontaneous. I have now forgiven Frank for cheating on me with Mikey; If it had
not happened, we would never have encountered this powerful, consuming desire,
which now plagues our minds. We need each other, as we always have, for the
past five years. We have changed, through our need for each other; we now crave
blood and violence. We lust for the devastating romance that can only be shared
with a corpse.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Moving onto Frank's point of view for now :)
It's been a couple of weeks since Gerard killed Mikey and tonight we go back to
work. Tonight it’s Gerard's turn to use our apartment for bringing back
clients; he left early, hoping to find a decent spot to pick someone up. There
are a lot of other hookers that live in our building and those next to it,
making business here difficult at times, so it’s important to head out early so
as to save yourself a good spot.
Gerard had left an hour ago. Kissing him goodbye, I told him I would leave
after my shower, leaving the apartment for his uses. Gerard, in full diva mode
he left the apartment, with a seductive sway to his hips, locking the door
behind him. I take a quick shower, thinking over my plans for when Gerard
returns with his first client of the night.
Having finished my shower and dried off, I’m now standing in my closet
completely naked, waiting for Gerard to return with whichever john he picks up
first tonight. I have decided that I want a taste of what it is to kill
someone. We agreed that the next kill should be spontaneous and so, tonight’s
the night.
My breath hitches in excitement at the sound of keys turning in the lock of our
front door. I can hear Gerard’s seductive purr as he guides his client to their
death.
I hear the mattress creak from across the room. Careful not to make a sound I
reach above my head, searching out my one black tie, upon finding it I pull it
down from its place among my coat hangers.
Listening hard, my dick hardens at the sound of Gerard’s breathy moans; I can
tell he’s putting on a show, that’s what he does, running his hands over his
body biting his lip with the mattress creaking below him.
"Little slut" I snicker to myself, stroking my dick slowly, in anticipation.
I wait five minutes or so, giving them time to really get into it, before
slowly opening the closet door. My heart in my throat, I tighten my grip on the
tie in my hand, before edging quietly across the room to the foot of the bed.
I have to hold in an appreciative groan at the sight of Gerard on his back,
hands clasped tight against the headboard, his pale legs wrapped lazily around
the johns waist.
I take a moment to enjoy what I can see from this position, Gerard’s client is
taller than him and has an explosion of curls attached to his head, his thighs
are lean and powerful. It pisses me off to see that he is working into Gerard
at a slow, almost loving pace.
Climbing onto the bed, I quickly and successfully, drape my small but strong
body over that of the john, pinning him against Gerard.
Gerard’s client’s breathing is uneven and I can feel him shaking against me, I
press more of my weight against him breathing heavily into his ear.
"What’s your name?" I ask trying to keep my voice even.
"Ray" Gerard answers sweetly from the mattress, his eyes flashing maliciously.
"I was asking him" I retort vindictively, glaring down at him.
Gerard looks back up at me smirking, he knows I’m pissed, he licks his lips
seductively at me, and I snap.
With a snarl of fury, I wrap my tie around Ray’s neck and tighten it in one
sharp pull. Gerard grabs hold of Ray’s arms tightly, stopping him from fighting
me, as I hold the tie in place cutting off his air.
Ray starts to fight, trying to pull out of Gerard’s grasp, panicking while he
chokes slowly turning blue. I laugh rutting my hips tauntingly against his ass
adding to his distress.
"I’m going to kill you Ray, kill you while you fuck this whore" I say calmly
into his ear, before quickening my pace and rubbing off, erratically against
his ass. I don’t know if he hears me as he twitches madly still trying to get
free.
I wish I could see Ray's face, watch it turning darker and darker, as he
struggles against Gerard's grip and my heavy presence against his back. His
resistance is short lived, I moan as my dick slides against his ass lubricated
with my precum. I hear his rasping breaths catching in his throat as I hold the
tie impossibly tight around neck with one hand the other the other reached
under his hips, holding him steady. It does not take long for Ray to start
losing consciousness. I can feel Gerard shaking below me as he lets go of Rays
limp arms and reaches under him in order to get a hold of his dick, jerking off
hard and fast, he lets out a loud moan as he cums.
"Fuck. He’s dead!" Gerard pants. He flails a hand out from under Ray’s lifeless
body, to grab my arm.
The realization hits me and gasping Gerard’s name, I cum all over Ray’s toned
ass and thighs, shuddering against his motionless body.
Panting into the hair falling across his back, I use the tie, still tight
around Ray’s neck, to manhandle him of off Gerard.
Gerard looks wrecked; sprawled back against the sheets his legs spread, wide
and slutty and a dark mess of back greasy hair frames his flushed sweaty face.
A look of lust that bordering on pure, animalistic hunger covers Gerard’s face
as his eyes bore into mine.
A devious expression, coupled with a little grin made up of swollen lips and
tiny teeth, takes over Gerard’s pixie like face. As he makes a move to try sit
up, I push him back down with firm press on his shoulders, with a smug smile I
manage to keep him pinned down.
Laughing at the pout on his face, I lean in to kiss him, biting at his lips
before forcing my tongue into his mouth. Moaning, Gerard’s tongue rubbing
against mine, our kiss deepens and my grip on him slackens. Gerard lets out a
victorious ‘huh’ sound and before I know it he has us flipped over, his knees
planted down either side of my hips, his arms caging my head as his grins down
at me cheekily.
I pout back up at him and he laughs, rolling his eyes before leaning in to kiss
me softly.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Gerard and I slept peacefully, Ray’s body laid between us; we both snuggle into
his lifeless form as we sleep. I find comfort in the coolness of Ray’s body and
support in his stiffening frame.
After a long night sleep I wake up late to find Gerard sitting cross legged on
his side of the bed; apparently deep in thought as he absentmindedly plays with
Ray’s long curly hair. Still curled against Ray I take a couple of moments to
watch Gerard; appreciating his pale face, framed by his messy dark hair, as he
stares into the distance.
Eventually, blinking sleep out of my eyes, I reach over to tug at Gerard’s
hand, he looks down at me and offers a shy smile. Yawning, I sit up and lean
over Ray to kiss my beautiful boyfriends cheek, he smiles brightly when I
suggest that we send a lazy afternoon together, us and Ray.
We take a shower when we get up; jerking each other off lazily under the spray
of water. We keep Ray’s body propped against the dirty tiled wall, alternating
between slow hot kisses shared with each other and sweet kisses to Ray’s cold
dead lips, as we work to get each other off.
For the remainder of the day we take delight in vegging out on the sofa,
watching rubbish satellite T.V. together, Ray’s body laid out on the floor at
our feet. During each commercial break we make out giggling between kisses,
tickling each other, flailing limbs carelessly knocking Ray’s body about.
After a romantic dinner together during which; we play footsie under the table
and laughing at the cheesiness of it, feet each other of our own forks. Once
finished, Gerard wanders off to nose through Ray’s wallet, left in the pocket
of the smart dress pants, abandoned on the bedroom floor, which Ray had worn
the night before.
Leaving the dishes on the table I get up to watch as Gerard digs through Ray’s
wallet. He finds 800 dollars cash, a number of credit cards, membership cards
and business cards. His silence throughout worries me and I immediately start
to panic knowing what is to come.
He looks up at me, his face is blank, I feel his anger radiating off him as he
gets to his feet, advancing on me.
“He’s rich”
I cower against the wall, sniveling at his cold tone, waiting for the first
hit. Gerard crowds against me, breathing harshly before punching me in the
mouth. Gasping at the pain I try to stutter out an apology, I know his temper
and how much worse this could get. After a couple of sharp punches to my
stomach, his face twisted with rage Gerard spits in my face and then turns
away, storming out of our bedroom.
After five years together, I know better than to go after him. We both have
major anger issues and have both, at times resorted to physical violence in our
rage. I have at times battered him unconscious in an impulsive rage. He slaps
me about, sometimes for no reason. We love each other and we beat each other,
that’s just how it is and has always been.
I jump at the crash the front door makes as Gerard slams it shut behind him.
Tears pouring down my face I fall to my knees, whimpering at the pain in my
face and stomach. Blinking back tears I pick up one of the business cards left
lying on the floor. I wish I could have killed anyone other than Ray, who
according to the card in my hand is a lawyer and whose family must be looking
for him by now.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Once I have calmed down, I get up off the floor, grab Ray’s clothes and go back
into the living room to get him dressed. An hour of frustration and much
swearing later, I am finally able to drag Ray’s now clothed body, out into the
hall where I leave it propped up against the front door. I waste away the next
twenty minutes or so tidying away mine and Gerard’s plates from dinner.
Once night has fallen and the sound of the neighbors comings and goings
quietened; I make the difficult trip along the corridor, down stairs and
outside dragging Ray’s body wheezing in pain. Down the alleyway next to the
building, I find Rays car parked; it does not surprise me to see that the
windows have been smashed in and the seats slashed.
I grab the car keys out of Ray’s pocket and unlock it. Leaning Ray against the
wall I quickly walk round to open the trunk, looking around suspiciously I head
back, grab Ray and move him into the trunk before slamming it shut.
I don’t know what to do with the car, I can’t drive, should I torch it or just
leave it with Ray stuffed in the trunk.
Pissed off at my own stupidity I decide to take it out on Ray. I re-open the
trunk and pull Ray out by the hair. I carelessly let the corpse crash to the
ground of the dirty alleyway and then fall to my knees next to it.
Smirking I pull down Ray’s zipper and then proceed to lean over and suck his
cock quickly into my mouth. My lip is still sore form earlier so, pull off and
instead lick at it experimentally, knowing it can’t get hard, but reveling in
the fact that I am still in total control.
I feel myself getting hard, turned on by the stillness and absolute
powerlessness of Ray, Knowing that I am responsible.
Pulling off of Rays cock I quickly reach down to unzip my fly and palm myself
to full hardness. I grip my cock painfully hard, thinking of the dirtiness of
the situation; of being out in the open, the chance of being seen and of having
this lifeless body for my disposal. Moaning quietly, I stroke my cock hard and
fast, relishing in the burning friction of skin on skin.
I want to get off fast and so decide to make to most of my time here. I grip
the base of my dick and shuffle up on my knees before straddling Ray’s chest. I
waste no more time and resume jerking off, writhing and panting, not bothering
with any kind of technique.
It does not take me long before I cum; aiming for Ray’s face, I finish with a
loud moan and collapse against him. From this position I remove my tie, still
tight round Ray’s bruised neck and replace it with his own, pulled just as
tight.
I leave Ray lying there in the alleyway next to his vandalized car; dick out,
covered in cum... supposedly strangled with his own tie. Any cop looking at
this would think that Ray had had a run in with some hooker and her pimp.
Back in my apartment, I take a quick shower before going to bed. I wonder if
Gerard is okay, he wasn't wearing shoes when he left, and was only wearing his
pajama pants. I fall into a restless sleep.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Gerard's point of view from when he leaves the apartment.
In a tower of rage I Slam the apartment door shut, Frank knows better than to
come after me but I am still determined to put as much distance between me and
him as possible. I’m not even thinking, as I just take off down the corridor at
a sprint. Turning into the stairwell, my bare feet pound against the filthy
stairs that lead out of the apartment building, and I shove my way out through
the front door. I hear the door creaking shut behind me, before I hastily turn
left and start to run down the street, my emotions on overdrive.
It's pouring with rain and I run blindly, knocking into people hanging about on
the street corners. Shouts of complaint follow me as I run; my soaking hair is
stuck to my face, pajama bottoms clinging to my legs, my breath is sharp in my
bare chest and my feet slap against the wet ground, splashing in puddles.
I’m barely a foot from the front door of Mikey’s apartment building, when I not
watching my step, run right though a pile of smashed glass. I scream in agony
as the glass embeds in my feet, but somehow manage to keep going. Adrenaline
rushes through me and staggering the last few paces I am able to stumble
through the door. Hoping to god that Pete is home I fall over, growling in
frustration I crawl to the stairs, and then proceed up to the second floor.
Breathless and dizzy, I reach Mikey and Pete’s front door. Balancing weakly on
my knees, slam my fist against it twice before keeling over, unconscious from
pain and exhaustion.
I wake up some time later, to find myself laid on the battered sofa in Mikey’s
old living room. At this realization I try to sit up but immediately fall back
as a stifling wave of nausea hits me. I moan pathetically, throwing my arms
over my face.
"Gee?" Pete’s voice comes from somewhere behind me, and I strain towards it.
"No hey lie still your hurt" He says quickly, moving to stand next to me.
"That much is fucking obvious" I snap at him. He jumps at my tone and lowers
his head submissively. I smirk at this.
Pete; Mikey’s roommate has always been afraid of me, since we had first met
three years ago in the whore house where we both worked. I had broken his nose
because his voice pissed me off, and I wanted him to shut the fuck up. From
then on he had made a point of being silent and subdued in my presence,
terrified of my violent outbursts. I will never understand how he and Mikey
actually became friends.
"Mikey’s not here" Pete whispers, glancing at me cautiously, "I have been
meaning to come tell you, I’m sorry".
"Why didn't you, he's my brother?" I glare up at him, and he whimpers in
response. I roll my eyes at this. "Look he's probably found some new best
friend and forgotten all about you" I sneer, delighting in the tears that start
to flow from Pete’s dark eyes.
He turns away from me sniffling, "Something's wrong" he says quietly. "Mikey
wouldn't leave me like this" He doesn't hear my responsive scoff. ‘ "I called
your uncle, he's on his way" Pete says before shuffling out of the room openly
sobbing now. I hear him slamming his bedroom door shut. I close my eyes trying
to get comfortable (despite the pain in my feet)
It's been over a year since I last saw my uncle Brian. We had not spoken Since
Frank and I decided to leave his services, as his two best earning whores.
After four years of hiding our relationship, which was strictly forbidden, we
decided that enough was enough, and told Brian that we wanted to leave and work
independently.
Uncle brain had been upset but he understood. As a gift to his favorite nephew
he bought our apartment and promised he would send some customers our way to
get us started. Brian’s one catch was that, in his disappointment and jealousy
at my love for Frank, he refused to keep in contact with me.
My mom died when I was ten, she was a junkie, and one night she accidentally
overdosed. I wasn't sad; she was a shit mom, she was always high or drunk and
didn't take care of herself, never mind me and Mikey. Dad left my mom when I
was three, right after Mikey was born, I don’t remember him but according to
Uncle Brian, mom started going off the rails after he left us. For seven years
my mom fucked about with drink and drugs; whoring herself out to pay for her
habits, she never gave a fuck about her kids and social work never gave a damn
either.
Uncle Brian got custody of Mikey and I, and so we grew up in his whore house,
two already damaged children raised in an adult’s world. Brian spent the three
weeks leading up to my sixteenth birthday training me to be a whore, and on the
night of my birthday he took my virginity. I had grown up around sex and knew
what sex was but a part of me died that night. Even though he hurt me I always
loved my Uncle Brian, we had a special relationship. A year of self-loathing
later, on my seventeenth birthday, I was drunk and forced myself on Mikey
taking his virginity. Despite everything, Mikey always loved me, and I him.
***** Chapter 9 *****
I lie on Pete’s sofa, my feet stinging and consciously fighting not to be sick,
I reflecting on what has happened in the past 24 hours. Guilt and shame burn
inside me as I remember the look of terror on Franks face, I know I shouldn't
have hit him again, but he was there and I couldn't control my anger. Sometimes
I just get so angry and I don’t even know why.
Frank also has rage issues and I’m usually on the receiving end of his,
sometimes random, bursts violence. Our personalities, they clash but at the
same time they merge to make something so passionate, it would be foolish to
let go. We have so much love for one another and always have; I could never
really be apart from my Frankie.
I know I should have not been so quick to blame Frank for Ray. I knew Ray was
rich, not frank; I should have stopped him, but got too caught up in the
moment. I’m scared that Ray’s family might track down his car. Then what? Frank
and I will be put in jail, away from one another. I start crying at the thought
of life without frank. I want to go back and apologies but I know he will be
upset and scared after my outburst.
Guilty tears are still cascading down my face ten minutes later when a sharp
knock to the front door, pulls me from my thoughts. I hear Pete shuffling past
the living room to answer the door. I can hear the familiar voice of my uncle
greeting his ex-whore; I gulp nervously at the sound of approaching bodies and
close my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
A firm hand grasps my shoulder and I blink my eyes open, to meet the blue ones
of my uncle and ex-lover, Brian. His eyes are wide, full of that love we had
once shared, and I know that his feelings for me have not changed.
"Hey Gee, we’re going to fix you up, don’t worry baby" Brian says softly. He
leans in and kisses me and I instantly start crying again.
"I've missed you" I sob as he moves his hand to hold mine.
I feel a hand suddenly caress my left ankle and jump, looking down I see some
blonde kid of maybe around sixteen, kneeling on the floor by my feet, his
blonde head lowered and his body tense.
"What the Fuck Tommy be careful!" Brian yells kicking the boy in the ribs.
Tommy looks up, his brown eyes defiant. "If he would just stay still. Please"
he says stiffly, his eyes meeting mine, I gaze back at him coldly and he
quickly lowers his head. "Please sir, I would like to take the glass out of
your feet, If you could just lie still please" he says to the floor.
"Go ahead boy" I sneer at him, and picking up a pair of tweezers, Tommy sets
about his task.
Brian had watched our exchange in silence, and after the brat gets to work I
turn to meet Brian’s contemplating stare, which instantly turns to one of
concern when I scream in pain, as Tommy pulls out the first shard of glass.
While Tommy works, Brian holds my hand and murmurs encouragement, while I fight
to stay conscious. Pete is floating around looking worried which pisses me off,
so I tell him that, and looking scared he goes to hide in his room. My feet
feel as if they are on fire and I can smell blood mixed with antiseptic which
stings just as badly as the glass.
An hour later I’m curled up in Brian’s lap, shaking against his warm body while
he strokes my hair soothingly. Tommy had just given me a Tetanus shot, and
because of my fear of needles, Brian and Pete had had to hold me down. Once It
was over with Brian had sent Tommy out to the car and Pete to his room so we
could talk in private.
I could never lie to Brian, and so I told him about my fight with Frank, and
about him killing Ray and where Mikey had disappeared to. He knows I have
issues and he never judges me.
"You’re coming home with me; you and Frank need time apart and I want your help
with something" Brian tells me firmly. I turn in his lap to look at him
curiously and he kisses my forehead with a soft chuckle. "I want you to train
Tommy" he tells me watching my face.
"Why me?" I ask confused.
"Because in the last week, no body, not even I have been able to get him to
behave, and yet he submitted to you, you only had to look at him" Brian says
firmly. "A couple of weeks of you training him and he could be my best earner"
He says thoughtfully. " well after you and Frank anyway" he finishes bitterly.
"He is pretty" I say more to myself than Brian, who makes a noise of agreement.
I think about Tommy’s blonde hair, cut into a short side cut, his fringe left
long; how much I want to pull that hair. I remember the look of defiance in his
chocolate eyes and how his body tensed as he submitted to my gaze. He is
beautiful and I want him. "I’ll do it" I say and Brian’s face breaks out into a
relieved smile.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     Return to Frank's point of view.
I wake up yet again to an empty apartment, sighing in disappointment force
myself to get upout of bed to go shower. While I stand under the freezing
stream of water I find myself worrying, yet again, about Gerard.
I have been too nervous to leave the apartment in case he comes back while I’m
away; I need to see him and to know that he is ok, if he comes back to an empty
apartment, he might go away again.
I had been growing increasingly worried about Gerard’s continued absence over
the past few days. Usually whenever we have a fight Gerard fucks off to Mikey’s
for a night or two, while I stay home and get drunk, waiting for him to return,
that or I just cry myself sleep.
I had assumed that Gerard had gone to Mikey’s place, to stay with Mikey’s
roommate Pete. Gerard can’t stand Pete and Pete is terrified of Gerard, so I am
confused as to why Gerard would decide to stick around if he is at Pete’s.
Once out of the shower I make the decision to go visit Pete; what if Gerard had
never made it there, what if someone had attacked him, what if he was hurt? I
find myself tearing up at the thought of losing Gerard, at the thought of him
being in pain. My thoughts racing I quickly get dressed and then run all the
way to Pete’s shoving people out my way like a mad man.
I’m out of breath and have a stitch in my side by the time I reach Pete’s front
door, which I hammer with my fist until it swings open, to reveal a very pink
faced Pete. Clutching my side, I push past him into Mikey’s old apartment.
"Where is Gerard" I bark at Pete who closes the door and follows me inside, he
jumps at my harsh tone.
"He has gone to stay with Brian" Pete mumbles wiping his eyes on his hoodie
sleeve.
"What the fuck do you mean, he’s gone to stay with Brian" I shout, marching
over to shake him roughly by the shoulders.
"I mean, that he turned up here, his feet stuck with glass, I called Brian and
Brian took him to his place" Pete shouts, pulling out of my grasp.
"Did they say for how long, what do you mean he had glass in his feet, why
didn't you come tell me" I start to pace the room pulling at my still wet hair,
feeling confused.
"Look I don’t know, go home Frank, Gerard has found a replacement for you
anyway" Pete sneers viciously.
I stop in my tracks and slowly advance of him "what do you mean replacement" I
seethe in his face, which now looks frightened. Good.
"Just some twink Brian brought with him, I don’t know, but it was the way
Gerard was looking at him" Pete says hastily shying away from my sharp gaze.
I sigh in frustration and let go of Pete, who backs away from me immediately. I
leave without another word and walk home in a daze, Gerard would not leave me,
he loves me, I think distractedly as I walk down the hallway to my apartment,
twenty minutes later.
I’m roused from my daze when I walk head first into a neighbor, who is leaning
of my front door, playing with his long dirty hair.
"Hey...Frankie right? I’m Bert and I live over there, do you have any condoms I
could borrow" 'Bert' says drunkenly, not even caring that I had nearly knocked
him over.
"Hey, um… yeah…" I say utterly confused with his request. I reach round him to
unlock the door and walk inside, indicating for him to follow.
"Thanks man. Hey where is your boyfriend, I haven’t heard you too fucking
lately" Bert slurs as he stumbles after me. I ignore him and go to my bed side
drawer to get him a box of condoms, which I then thrust into his hands.
Bert stares down at the box and then back up at me with a sly smile. "Want to
fuck?" I gawp at the question. He winks at me before grabbing my hand and
staggering out of my apartment, He waits as I lock the door behind me. I then
follow after him across the hall, his hand in mine; he pushes his door open
pulling me inside. Bert shoves me up against the closed door and kisses me,
tasting of cheap beer. I moan into the kiss, making him giggle drunkenly.
"You need a beer Frankie" Bert slurs as he tugs at my belt.
***** Chapter 11 *****
After several failed attempts at undoing my belt I sigh in frustration and push
Bert’s hands out of the way. He falls gracelessly to his knees, licking his
lips as I tug down my fly, and at the sight of my hard on lunges forward to
take it, greedily, into his mouth.
"Fuck Bert" I moan in surprise as he swallows me down, his hands pawing at my
thighs. My eyes roll back into my head; his mouth feels so good he sucks me
hard his tongue curled against me spit dribbling down his chin.
His movements are sloppy as he tries to bob his head up and down, my cock
slides out of his mouth, smearing precum over his face. Getting annoyed, I
start to fuck his face causing him to gag and glare up at me his eyes
unfocused.
Bert tries to pull off and I let out a breathy laugh at him, before grabbing
his filthy hair. Bert tries to pull away; red in the face as I force his head
up and down, his throat tightens around me as he gags. I moan at the warm wet
tightness of his throat, fucking into it hard and merciless.
Bert continues to struggle and I feel myself getting close, my eyes rolling
back, hips stuttering, and fists tight in Bert’s hair. I’m so turned on by his
helplessness and by the time that I cum, he is sobbing, his throat vibrating
around my cock. I hold him in place as he is forced to swallow. Once I’m done,
I push him away, smirking.
"What the fuck man" Bert yells from the floor glaring at me. I laugh at him and
tuck myself away before offering him a hand up. Bert stumbles to his feet and I
laugh again as he slaps me hard across the face.
"Calm down Bert. Fucks sake" I giggle, he stares at me for a moment before
joining in with my laughter.
"Nah its cool Frankie, just a little warning next time eh" Bert says once we
had calmed down. "How’s about that beer, and then you can pay me back" he winks
at me before turning to the kitchen.
 
***
 
Over the next few days Bert and I fucked nonstop. We spent each day drunk;
lazing about my apartment, him fucking my into the mattress, blowing each other
in the shower, getting high and sleeping till midday. It’s not love, it’s not
passion it’s just filling the time, I don’t particularly like Bert but he is
company.
I miss Gerard so much but I know he will be back, he would never leave me. I’m
pissed that he is off fucking some other guy, but two can play at that game, I
have Bert. Bert likes to talk about Gerard, asking what he is like to fuck and
what sort of “stuff” we are into. I tell him quite honestly that we like making
love to corpses; he laughs it off and I just smile.
 
***
 
Gerard’s pov.
After I had agreed to train Tommy, Brian had carried me bridal style out of the
apartment building, to his car. He placed me carefully on the backseat and
shouted at Tommy to sit in the front passenger seat before sliding into the
driver’s seat and turning on the radio.
I fell asleep on the journey to Brian’s place and later wake up to find myself
in his bed curled up against him, both of us naked beneath the covers. It’s
dark outside and I can hear Brian’s soft snores in my ear. My feet still hurt
and I can feel the heavy presence of a body weighing against them.
I look down to find Tommy lying at the end of the bed, curled in a ball at my
feet. Smirking to myself I aim a sharp kick at him, causing him to topple off
of the end of the bed. I snicker at his shocked squeal as he hits the floor and
have to fight not to laugh when I hear him shuffling around on the floor,
clearly too afraid to try climb back up onto the bed.
I lean over to kiss Brian’s lips, he is still asleep next to me, I eventually
go back to sleep, curled up against Brian’s chest.
 
***
 
During my week at Brian’s I start on Tommy’s training. I make Tommy wait on my
hand and foot each day; bringing me my meals and having him feed me, tending to
my feet and shouting at him until he cries if he hurts me, holding a bottle for
me to piss in while I hiss out suggestive comments in his ear and running my
evening baths some of which I order him to join me and wash my hair.
I take pleasure in making Tommy wear nothing but a short skirt and high heels
during the day, I know he hates it when I see him cringe at the wolf whistles
that follow him round the house. Each morning I make him watch me jerk off,
delighting in the way he blushes and slapping him when he tries to look away.
At night he sleeps on the end of the bed at my feet, I like to play games with
him, if he falls off when I kick him he has to blow me in the morning while I
sit with Brian and his whores at breakfast, if he stays balanced he gets to
jerk off with me in the morning.
By the end of the week Tommy no longer blushes at the sound of my moans when I
get off, he no longer blushes at the sight off my cock and he holds his head
high when he wears the skirt and high heels, putting on a show for the other
residents of the whore house.
I spend each night curled up in bed next to my uncle, some nights we have lazy
sex, while Tommy lies motionless at out tangled feet. During the day, Brian
usually has to deal with the training of some other new whore, so we only
really saw each other at meals and at night.
On my last night at Brian’s, after successfully kicking Tommy off the bed
again, instead of curling up on the floor to sleep as usual, Tommy gets right
back up, and with an air of defiance climbs into bed, squeezing in alongside
me, Progress.
The next morning at breakfast, I’m taken completely by surprise when Tommy
moves from his kneeling position by my feet, to crawl between my legs, he then
proceeds to give me a very messy, unskilled blowjob.
Before I leave I give Tommy his instructions for his next training day; he is
to masturbate every night in front of a mirror, he is to finger himself a bit
while he masturbates, he is to accept punishments of off Brian for bad behavior
and he is to start wearing makeup as well as his skirt and high heels.
I kiss Tommy good bye and tell him that he is to come visit me during the week
for the next stage of his training. Brian drives me home he kisses me long and
slow before watching me inside and then driving away. I have missed Frank so
much and almost trip running up the stairs.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     Frank's point of view.
"Hey Frank... Frank...wake up" I blink my eyes open in confusion as I feel a
pair of cold hands grasping at my bare shoulders, shaking me from my sleep.
"Gee, your back" I mutter reaching up to rub sleep out of my eyes. Gerard moves
to straddle my hips, over the sheets, staring down at me with wide eyes.
"I’m so sorry Frank" he says quietly biting his lip. I shake my head at him,
rolling my eyes, and lunge up to kiss him hungrily, tugging at his hair and
shoving my tongue into his mouth. He giggles into the kiss slipping his tongue
into my mouth, kissing me, just as fiercely. I climb into his lap and moan
against his mouth as he strokes his hands up and down my sides.
Panting Gerard pulls away from the kiss to pull me into a tight hug "I didn't
mean to hurt you Frank and what happened with Ray wasn't your fault, I’m so
sorry" he mumbles into my shoulder. I stoke his hair and hush at him
soothingly.
"Gee please calm down baby, it’s okay, it’s forgotten, I got rid of the body
and no cops have come round asking questions, we’re okay" I push him back so as
to make eye contact as I reassure him. Gerard lets out a shuddering breath and
nods before leaning in to peck me on the lips.
"So I went round to Pete’s the other day’ Gerard’s whole body tenses and he
looks away from me. ‘It’s been almost a week Gerard I've been so worried, I
know you have been staying at Brian’s and I know you have been with someone
else"
"Please Frank it’s not like that, it’s really not" Gerard pleads, tears
starting to pour down his face. "I’m just training him, for Brian, his name is
Tommy and he is a virgin, he is coming over next week and we can both fuck him,
we can share" I can sense the desperation in Gerard’s voice, willing me to
believe him, to understand. For the first time I start to feel guilty about my
time with Bert.
"Gerard look at me" I grasp his chin and force his face round to face mine.
"It’s okay; all I’m saying is that I was worried". He sniffs and nods before
letting me pull him into another tight hug.
"You've been drinking" Gerard says accusingly. Tugging himself from my grip he
gets up off the bed and looks around the bedroom. I gulp at the realization
that Bert is still here, passed out in the living room. Gerard is oblivious to
my tension as he takes in the state of our bedroom; dirty clothes piled all
over the floor, empty beers bottles lying all over the place, the over flowing
ashtray on my bedside table and worst of all the trashcan, over flowing with
used condoms.
His eyes meet mine once he has completed his scanning over the room and I see
the tiniest trace of hurt reflected in them. "You have had someone over" he
states blankly and I nod slowly guilt consuming me as I meet his gaze.
"Get him out" Gerard says quietly before turning away from me. With a deep
breath, I walk slowly towards him and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing
the back of his neck, I can feel him shaking against me, his silent sobs hurt
me worse than any fist could.
I leave Gerard standing in the middle of our bedroom, his arms wrapped round
himself, while I slip out of the room and down the hall to the living room.
Bert is laying, still unconscious, on the sofa; naked, a half empty bottle of
beer hanging loosely in his left hand.
When I look at Bert all I feel is disgust, at him with his long dirty hair, bad
breath and obnoxious laugh. I also feel disgusted in myself for looking for
comfort in this dirty alcoholic and most of all for cheating on Gerard again.
Pissed off, I slap Bert across the face, causing him to yelp in shock as he
sits up. I glare at Bert who squints up at me, running his free hand through
his filthy hair.
"Frankie babe what’s up" I feel myself shaking in fury at Bert’s slurred words
and lean down to grab a handful of his hair. "Fuck, stop, let go, that fuckin
hurts man" Bert shouts at me as I drag him to his feet by the hair.
"Shut the fuck up Bert, this is over, and you need to leave right now" I
seething his face tightening my grip in hair. Bert claws at my hand until I let
go and shift my grip to his forearm and start to pull him to the door.
"Frankie chill out man" Bert giggles. I’m caught completely off guard when Bert
tugs out of my grip and wraps his arms around my neck before started to sway
both our bodies together in a kind of slow dance.
"Bert what the fuck are you doing" I shout and try to move out of his embrace,
only making him giggle and pull me closer and starting to hum the tune to
Misfits- Saturday night as he continues to maneuver our bodies together.
We are both brought back to reality when a cough directs our attention to
Gerard who is standing in the living room doorway, a metal baseball bat
(usually kept under our bed as a precaution) clutched in his right hand.
I finally succeed in pushing Bert away from me as Gerard stalks over to us, his
eyes fixed on Bert, who looks terrified; his eyes flicking between Gerard and
the bat in his hand. I watch as beads of sweat start to run down Bert’s face as
Gerard prowls nearer.
"Gee, give me the bat" I ask calmly as he stops in front of Bert, his eyes
gleaming. Gerard, not taking his eyes off Bert slowly hands me the bat, we are
so in sink that he knows from my tone what my intentions are.
Bert screams as I take my first swing of the bat, aimed at the back of his
legs. I laugh as he falls to his knees and raise the bat above my head and
bring it down on his left shoulder. Gerard is standing next to me panting, his
arm around my waist as I swing the bat down again and again on Bert’s crumpled
body. Bert eventually stops screaming as he passes out from the pain and with
that I turn to Gerard and kiss his before handing him the bat.
Gerard’s pupils are blown and I can see the line of his erection pressed
against his tight black jeans. Gerard grabs me by the hair for one last kiss
before slamming the bat down into Bert’s skull.
***** Chapter 13 *****
I’m left almost breathless, as Gerard drops the now blood splattered baseball
bat to the floor, his eyes meet mine, a smirk playing across his beautiful
face.
Gerard’s hair is a mess, falling into his eyes, which are shining, his pupils
blown wide with lust. His lips are still twisted in that sinful smirk of his;
his lips are swollen from our kissing earlier.
Gerard watches me in apparent amusement as I study his makeup smeared face, his
eyeliner smudged and his mascara stained down his cheeks. I hear Gerard’s
breath hitch slightly as my eyes sweep down his slim frame. I recognize the
black buttonup shirt he is wearing as one of his Uncle Brian’s and guess that
the skin tight black jeans he is wearing belongs to one of Brian’s whores.
Gerard is still hard, his dick straining against the tight material that hugs
his girlish hips. I am also painfully hard, my erection obvious against my grey
sleep pants.
I feel invincible, powerful, exhilarated. I just battered a man to death and
got to watch my boyfriend deliver the final blow, and now we are left with this
corpse to do what we want with, Bert has no friends or family, nobody ever
needs to know, my thoughts thrills me to no end. I want to fuck Bert one last
time.
With a whine of impatience, Gerard kicks Bert’s body aside and practically
throws himself at me. Gerard attacks my mouth with his, using too much teeth as
he lets out desperate moans, pushing his tongue violently into my mouth. We
wined our arms around one another in a rib crushing embrace.
Every bit as desperate, I moan wantonly against Gerard’s insistent lips,
grabbing at his hips and pulling them against mine. We both groan loudly as our
cocks rub together against the material of our clothing, I thrust my hips
against his, my eyes rolling back into my head at the friction on my cock.
"So hot baby" Gerard mutters as he leans down to kiss my neck, he trails his
tongue down my skin to suck in bruises against my collar bones. He slides his
hand down my bare chest to grope at my dick, as he licks his way down to my
right nipple which he nips at with his teeth, his breath hot against my skin. I
gasp and moan at his actions my hands clawing at his sides, my head thrown back
in pleasure.
I press myself into Gerard’s hand, letting out desperate growl which makes him
giggle as he shoves down my sleep pants. Gerard’s eyes are teasing as he wraps
his hand round my cock and starts to slowly jerk me off. Blushing furiously, I
run my hands up his side and then quickly tug on his shirt, causing buttons to
fly everywhere, as I expose his pale chest. He lets me pull the shirt off of
him and as I drop it to the floor he undoes his tight jeans and takes them off
too.
"Frank baby… I want to fuck you and I want you to fuck him at the same time…
we’ll use his blood as lube" Gerard purrs seductively as he pulls me into a
quick desperate kiss.
"Fuck Gee, I need you… please…" I moan desperately against his lips.
Gerard falls to his knees and grabs my hand pulling me down with him. We kiss
some more, clawing at each other’s backs and panting into each other’s mouths.
Gerard eventually turns away so as to turn over the corpse on the floor, he
leaves it face up, on its back. I hear Gerard’s soft chuckle and see the shadow
of a smirk cross his face as he takes in the details of our destruction, the
carnage we left on this now broken beaten body.
Gerard’s hand is moving slowly up and down the shaft of his cock, smearing
precum and flicking his wrist at the tip as he admires our work on Bert. I too
work my hand over my dick as I take in the details of our crime.
Bert’s eyes are closed, screwed shut, against the pain that I had inflicted on
him in his final moments. His whole face is saturated in thick dark blood; his
nose is now an bent out of shape, his jaw twisted at an odd angle leaving his
mouth agape to reveal broken teeth. Bert’s already tangled hair in now matted
with blood and there is also a fine trickle of the substance drying below each
of his ears.
Once I complete my inspection of the mangled body before me I move to re-
arrange it so he is on his front, knees tucked under him, ass up and exposed.
Gerard crawls towards me and I feel him crowd against my back as I lean,
crouched over Bert.
"Hands and knees babe" He breaths against my ear making me shiver.
I reach round Bert, and swipe two of my fingers through the sticky mess of
blood on his face. Getting them wet, I then trail them down his bruised back
and down to his opening. I feel Gerard’s quick heavy breaths against the back
of my neck as I shove my two fingers gracelessly into Bert’s unresisting body.
I make quick work of working them in and out and scissoring them, Gerard,
meanwhile does as I did and Leans over to coat his own fingers in Bert’s blood
too.
Pulling my fingers out, I drape myself over Bert’s body and waste no time in
pushing my cock into his tight entrance. I left out a load moan as I feel his
still warm tightness engulf my cock. Gerard takes advantage of my open mouth
and slips his three, blood soaked fingers, into it. I suck on Gerard’s fingers,
swirling my tongue round them, enjoying the coppery taste of blood.
I wait until Gerard has all three of his fingers inside me working them in and
out, working me open for him, before I start to move in and out of Bert’s
immobile body, mewling in pleasure at the dual sensation.
Gerard is quick to pull out his fingers leaving me empty for just seconds
before sinking his cock into me, causing me to buck forward into Bert. I leave
Gerard to take control of our movements which are hard and fast, plain
desperation to get off. Gerard, on his knees behind me fucks me at a quick
brutal pace, moaning, and his nails clawing into my sides as he thrusts into me
again and again and again.
With Gerard in charge I’m left to feel nothing but pleasure as he drives into
me, hitting my prostate with every other roll of his hips, my cock lamming in
and out of Bert’s tight hole. All I can do I scream in pleasure, my fingers
digging into Bert’s hips.
Bert’s body shoved violently back and forth with the force of Gerard and me
fucking into it. I love this feeling of power I have. I love the scent of his
blood and the feel of his dislocated shoulder and knowing that I did it.
I cum first, crying out Gerard’s name, my cock twitching violently inside
Bert’s used hole, biting into the back of his broken neck. Gerard wraps his
arms around my chest and pulls me up to his level and my spent cock slides out
of Bert, leaving a trail of cum. Gerard fucks me hard and deep moaning
obscenely.
"uhhh Frankie so hot… look at your come dripping from his asshole… fuck… and
all his blood, his bruises… we did that babe, you and me" Gerard whimpers into
my ear grabbing at my hair so he can kiss my neck. I moan at his words and push
back into his thrusts, digging my nails into his thighs as he holds my back
pressed to his chest.
Gerard bites down into my shoulder muffling his scream as he cums before
letting me go and collapsing down onto of me and crushing me against Bert.
"Gee that was so hot… but fucking hell your crushing me" I complain loudly only
to have him giggle before rolling off onto his back next to me and Bert’s now
completely defiled corpse.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs would you still love me anyway?
If you're bound and you're gagged, draped and displayed would you still love me
anyway?
The day after Bert’s death, I wake late afternoon, to the sound of Gerard
singing at the top of his voice. He is clearly in a good mood and wanting to
share it with the world.
Why don't you love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway?
Gerard’s care free vocals encourage me to sit up, I find myself smiling at his
song choice as I rub sleep out of my eyes and squint across the room to where
Gerard is naked and quite happily waltzing (with Bert’s dead body) to his own,
pretty well sung vocals.
 
If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs would you still love me anyway?
If you're bound and you're gagged, draped and displayed would you still love
me? Love me anyway?
I watch in amusement as Gerard struts around the room, staggering slightly
under Bert’s dead weight. Gerard drags Bert’s body awkwardly around the room,
lowering it down into dips, revolving on the spot holding it against his chest,
spinning in circles giggling through the lyrics to his favourite Misfits song.
His dance skills are nothing to be admired at the best of times but his singing
sure is something else.
Why don't you love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway?
Now fully awake I clamber out of bed, also bare naked, and cross the room to
where Gerard is now attempting to tango with the corpse, apparently away in his
own world as he does not acknowledge me. Gerard’s long black hair is a riot,
sticking up everywhere at the back and hanging in his face at the front he
jumps as I reach forward and brush his hair behind his ear.
 
Cutting with a knife,
Blood is spilling everywhere
he will be my wife
Secondary spine,
Incisions must be accurate I know just what to do
My hands are trembling I can't spare
To slip up with this knife...
Gerard’s face splits into a wicked grin when I join in with the singing us both
automatically switching the lyrics. Gerard drops Bert’s body and immediately
grabs my hands pulling me into position so we can dance while we sing, both of
us now laughing hysterically as we stumble about the room together. Gerard
tries to twirl me under his arm and I wind up tripping over the corpse on the
floor and fall in a heap with Gerard onto of me.
 
His beauty so illogical
the beast comes gliding in
Hideous chameleon
he's stripped down to his skin
Dance to the burning flame
Pleasure exhumes the pain
the night bursts into flame...
Breathless with laughter we choke out the rest of the lyrics. Once finished I
pull Gerard down for a kiss.
“Good morning baby” Gerard says sweetly propping himself up on his elbows so he
can hover over me, a gentle smile on his face.
Instead of replying I simply lean up so that I can press another kiss to his
lips. Gerard smiles into the kiss pressing his lips back against mine quickly
before getting himself up of off me and then offering me a hand up, which I
gratefully accept.
Gerard wraps his arms round me and presses a soft kiss against my neck. “I
missed you Frankie”
“I missed you too Gee”
 
***
 
Gerard.
After spending a quiet day together Frank and I decide to go out for dinner. I
take him to our favourite diner where we share our fries, drink strawberry
smoothies and flirt just like we used to, when we first left Brian’s, when
everything was new and exciting.
After dinner we walked home, holding hands, both feeling well fed and just
generally happy to be in each other’s presence. We exchange soft kisses out in
front of our apartment building, right there in the open, neither of us caring
and both oblivious to the catcalls and jeers of those witness.
Once inside, as if it had been planned all along, Frank and I make a beeline
for the corpse laid abandoned on our bedroom floor; together we shift it up out
our apartment and back into its own. Bert had well and truly out stayed his
welcome and for his trouble we would leave him with a welcome home present.
Once we had dumped Bert’s naked broken body on his bed Frank and I then proceed
to trash his apartment. We make quick work of it, putting all our energy into
knocking things over, smashing things, emptying drawers, slashing his couch and
curtains and just making having fun with it.
Once I had been sufficiently tiered out and I was happy with the destruction I
had caused, I left Frank to ransack the apartment for anything he wanted to
keep. I go for a quick shower before bed, during which I have to jerk off, my
hand sliding hard and fast against my cock as I remember the way I had fucked
Frankie, while he fucked Bert’s corpse.
I wrap a towel around myself before leaving the bathroom in search of Frank,
who appears out of nowhere bouncing up and down in excitement.
“Look” Franks shouts, his eyes shining, practically shoving the box in his
hands up my nose.
“Fucks sake Frank, chill out man, what is it?” I tell him sternly causing him
to back off a bit.
“its bleach Gee, for your hair, you always wanted to go blonde, didn’t you? Can
we do it Gee please?”
Chapter End Notes
     Lyrics are Helena by the Misfits. No copy right intended. I think
     there are some wrong (other than the bits I changed eg. she to he)
     but I am too tiered to check over again.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Gerard’s reflection smirks at me as I stand in the bathroom doorway, frozen mid
step, breathless, as I take in his new platinum look. He winks at me and I
blush. I make no effort to move from my rather dumb looking, stunned silence,
as Gerard refocuses his attention on his reflection and finishes applying his
dark dramatic eye makeup for work tonight.
Gerard’s hair had taken me all afternoon to do today. After the excitement of
trashing Bert’s apartment last night Gerard had wanted his hair done right away
but considering the lateness of the hour I had been able to coax him out of it
with a blowjob in bed after which we both fell asleep.
Not only had Gerard wanted me to dye his hair, he had also wanted his hair cut
super short, which I did, using a pair of kitchen scissors my beautiful
boyfriends lovely long hair to a brutally short do, which actually suited him.
After the hair cut I had used two applications of the bleach kit. The first
turning his dark hair to many “lovely” shades of ginger and yellow and the next
taking it down to a more dignified lemon colour. Once finished with the
bleaching process I slap on the whole bottle of silver toner and then leave
Gerard to dote about with it working away at his hair for a couple of hours
while I went grocery shopping.
Now upon completing tonight’s dark sultry look Gerard stalks past me out of the
bathroom. I watch the swing of his hips through tonight’s tight, leather pants.
Gerard turns to look at me, eyebrow raised, his eye fixed intently on my own.
I fall to my knees, hands clasped behind my back, chest pushed out and my eyes
fixed right back on his. Biting my lip, I shiver with in anticipation as he
smirks down at me, just like old times. I have to fight not to blush or look
away as his eyes sweep down my body focusing on my hardening cock, obvious,
against my tight jeans.
Gerard trails his fingers down his pale chest; I follow them with my eyes,
whining as he rubs over his leather encased cock. Gerard laughs breathily and
shakes his head at me.
“Ah ah Frankie, you have to ask nicely if you want my cock, remember” Although
his tone is teasing I sense the warning behind it.
“Please Gee, please, I want it, let me suck your cock… please” Gerard smirks at
my needy tone and leans down to mouth at my ear.
“Hmmm… such a slut Frankie” Gerard whispers his breath hot against my skin.
“You’re going to take my cock how I give to you… whore”
He is about to continue when there is a knock at the door.
“Fucking hell” Gerard hisses angrily straightening up and turning to glare in
the direction of the front door. “Frank go see who it is” Gerard demands
grabbing me roughly by the arm and pulling me too my feet.
Not waiting to be told twice, I squeeze past him, my hard on brushing against
his thigh making me flustered as I stumble down the hallway to the door.
Opening the door I groan inwardly at the sight of none other than Gerard’s
least favourite person in the world, Pete, Mikey’s ex best friend and roommate.
Pete mutters out a shy hello which I ignore in favor of eyeing up the small
blonde boy, no older than sixteen, standing awkwardly next to him.
“Hey Frank…” Pete says pointedly “Brian was busy so he sent me over with Tommy
instead”.
“So your Gerard’s new bitch” I ask Tommy continuing to ignore Pete, who is
bouncing on the soles of his feet nervously trying to look over my shoulder
into the apartment.
Tommy Bristles at my comment and I laugh at him as I grab his hand in mine and
drag him into the apartment, grabbing his bag out of Pete’s hand as I pass.
Pete shouts something about being back in a week’s time as I slam the door
closed in his face and lead Tommy inside.
“Why are you still dressed? I thought Gee had started your training already” I
snap at Tommy who is trying to pull his hand out of my crushing grip. I let go
of the kids hand and push past him to the bathroom to get Gerard. “Wait here
for him, you know what to do”
“Yes sir”
 
***
 
Gerard’s pov
“Who was it” I demand as soon as Frank enters the room, throwing down my tooth
brush and turning off the tap, I turn to look at him.
“It was Pete dropping off your new toy” He stutters and I push past him into
the hallway. Frank trails behind me nervously.
I find Tommy where Frank left him in the dark hallway, down on his knees; his
form cast half in shadow, his big dark eyes intensified by perfectly applied
glitter eye shadow and his natural pout smeared in pink lip gloss. Tommy peers
up at me through his long dark lashes.
I sneer maliciously down at the blonde beauty presented at my feet, whose chest
is rising and falling with his quickened breaths. Tommy blushes and looks away,
trying to hide behind his long bangs. Looking down I can see he is half hard
and decide not to punish him for breaking eye contact.
However as Tommy regains composure and looks back up he looks over my shoulder
to Frank not me. This pisses me off and I slap him across the face.
“Look at me not him” I growl causing him to jump.
“I’m sorry sir” Is the fearful squeak of apology I get in return.
I stand over Tommy, crowding into his space, he gasps as I grab his hair and
rub my still clothed hard on against his face.
“Did I say you could speak boy” I spit in anger. His lack of total submission
pisses me off so I get a tighter grip of his hair and wrench his head back so
his head is forced back and he is made to look up at me from his rightful
position in my presence.
Tommy lets out a small whimper of pain but makes no move to free himself. With
how close we are positioned his body is presses against my legs, from this
position I can feel his erection against my leg.
I glare down at the boy at my feet and stepping back I undo my fly and pull out
my cock I rub the tip over Tommy’s lips, smearing precum I smirk at him.
“Suck it”
Tommy doesn't hesitate to suck my cock into his warm wet mouth.
I moan as he instinctively hollows he cheeks and begins to bob his head up and
down working me with his tongue, he’s improved since I last saw him. His mouth
feels amazing.
“Fuck Tommy” I gasp as I tighten my grip on his hair and begin to fuck his
face, with some effort Tommy relaxes his throat and lets me use him, keeping
his hands obediently behind his back.
Frank stands close behind me; I can feel his shaky breath on my neck as he
watches Tommy swallow me down, his hand working on his own cock, I can feel the
back of his hand rubbing against me.
While Tommy works Frank presses hot open mouthed kisses against my neck the
combination of this and Tommy’s tight throat around my dick press me over the
edge. My body tenses and I pull Tommy up off my cock, sharply by the hair, and
cum all over his pretty face.
Frank moans at this and roughly grabs his own handful of Tommy’s hair, pulls
him towards him and he too cum’s over the kids face.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Tommy’s Point of view
It’s been almost a week since Pete dropped me off at Frank and Gerard’s place
and I have hated every waking moment. Sure these two men have shaped me into
this perfect little submissive; ready to live only to please and to be fucked
for money.
I came from a good home and a sweet loving family. My mom and dad loved each
other and they loved my sister and I. I went to a good school, had lots of
friends and wanted for nothing my whole life. Things changed when my sister
started coming home drinking, bringing home different guys home all the time
and eventually getting hooked on drugs. My parents did all they could to help
my sister and in the end they started having to keep her locked in her room 24/
7 while a private nurse cared for her. Our family remained strong but the
change in my sister affected us all.
The night Brian took me I had been to visit my sister in her room,
unsupervised. My sister had begged me for drugs, I loved her, I could never
refuse her anything. I took money out of my savings and from there followed her
instructions and found her dealer. Brian, my sister’s drug dealer, found me
“pretty”. I was wearing my sister’s tight jeans and hoodie top, my eyes lined
with Smokey black eye shadow. Brian invited me into his car, the moment I
nervously shut the door he had locked it. Brian had then unzipped my jeans, and
then interrogated me about my (non-existent) sex life, while giving me a hand
job which I uncomfortably shied away from. Burning with humiliation I began to
cry after reaching my climax, to which Brian had chuckled and then that was it
he drove me away and kept me.
Gerard had intrigued me from the moment I first saw him lying there on Pete’s
sofa, his feet bloody, eyes wicked and his mouth demanding. It had been the
first time I had been allowed to leave Brian’s whore house since he first took
me there and I couldn’t have been happier, I was sick of all these men trying
to “train” me and sick off the constant cat calls I would receive any time I
moved about the house. I Liked being able to take care of Gerard, he reminded
me of my sister with his dark hair and apparent unstable personality. I was
utterly smitten to him.
Once brought back to Brian’s I was assigned the job of caring for Gerard, but
not only that, he had been assigned to me as my trainer. He introduced me to a
whole new walk of life, he seduced me with his cold manner and his humiliating
tasks, I found myself eager to please, hopeful of gaining his approval. I loved
walking about in, what I was told was his deceased brothers old clothes; they
made me feel pretty and somehow closer to this mystery man.
When Gerard invited me to his apartment to continue my training I was pleased,
I felt more than ready to learn more and to maybe give more.
Then I met Frank, Gerard’s boyfriend, my first impression of Frank was that he
was an extremely rude, hot tempered and sleazy man, something I was becoming
used to, what with the johns who pass through the brothel. The whore and johns
don’t only have filthy habits but filthy tongues in their heads too. Frank was
exceedingly rude to both me and Pete but I feared him too much to do anything
about it.
Pete was a nice guy, maybe a little too hyper, but he was a gentleman and
carried my heavy bag full of my makeup Gerard’s brother’s clothes. After Franks
comment Pete left without saying goodbye.
During my time with Frank and Gerard I learn that they are both completely
unstable, ranging from moments of intense and sometimes violent behaviour to
sweet caring playful attitudes, I try to stay out of trouble and again try to
evade their affection. There is something about these men, something odd and
almost sinister. Their apartment also makes me uneasy. It's not just the
building itself (always full of loud screams, moans, shouts and slamming doors)
but Gerard and Frank and Gerard’s own apartment. The air is thick with a kind
of discomfort that settles into your bones.
Each day Gerard and Frank make me parade around like some kind of slut. I run
about doing cooking and doing chores dressed in nothing but a tiny skirt and
heels. I serve them their meals, bending over so as to give one or the other a
peak under my skirt, receiving appreciative smacks to my ass for my trouble. I
am made to watch them have sex and then pleasure myself in front of them
sometimes several times a day and either using my mouth or my hand I am
encouraged to get them off too.
Gerard has strict rules that I have to follow, the first being the dress code,
next being that I need his permission before I am allowed to do anything, I
must always be available to him or Frank when they want me, I don’t ask
questions, I must obey him and Frank no matter what. Gerard seems to not only
hold power over me but Frank too. I am completely thrown off by Gerard’s new
platinum hair, somehow it gives him this more darker authoritative persona onto
of his cold arrogant exterior he already possesses.
If I step out of line I am punished. They take it in turns to spank me, making
me count off, until I am a sobbing wreck. If I cum without permission I am sent
to a corner and talked down to, humiliated and insulted, until I cry. Sometimes
I just get a sharp slap across the face when one of them gets mad and loses
control. They fight each other with fists, I can’t fight, I am constantly on
edge waiting for them to turn on me. In bed each night they cuddle into me,
stroking my hair and telling me I’m beautiful. I have to fight to keep relaxed,
despising their two faced antics, until I fall asleep.
Tonight is different. I am now used these freaks and their suggestive comment
and groping. I’m tired of it, I’m not a piece of meat, sure I secretly enjoy
the spanking and being ordered around, but only to a point. Serving the couple
is different from working for Gerard on his own and I don’t like it, I feel
targeted and I feel trapped, I have had enough.
I jump when Gerard unexpectedly sticks his hand up my skirt to grope my flaccid
cock. He snickers at me his eyes flashing as he presses himself against me,
invading my space.
“I want you to go prep yourself” He says dangerously “Go lie on my bed and get
yourself ready for my cock”.
I supress a shiver at his tone, wanting to pull away, but knowing the
consequences, stay put. Gerard breaths heavily against my neck, he presses a
kiss there, before giving me permission to move.
 
***
 
Gerard’s point of view
Tommy cries out in agony as I slam into him, Uncaring that this is his first
time, not giving a damn about the pain I’m forcing on his tiny body. He shakes
his head no, tears pour down his cheek, laughing when he tries to push me off.
I don’t stop. I don’t care that he changed his mind. I want to hurt him, break
him, tear him apart.
His tightness engulfs my cock and I moan out load as I start up a fast brutal
pace relishing in his screams, his pleading, and his desperate attempts to get
me off. I keep a bruising grip on his thighs, forcing them wider as he fights
to close them.
Frank is lying beside the struggling boy, stroking his cheek, cooing in his
ear. As I move to change angle, leaning back onto my knees, pulling Tommy into
my lap, Frank shifts behind Tommy crowding him against me. Frank grabs Tommy’s
helping to move the defiant boys hips in time with my brutal pace.
I hiss in mixed pain and anger as Tommy bites my neck, almost tearing the skin,
he goes to take another bite and I grab hold of his hair pulling his head back
and holding it. I look at Frank communicating that I want this little bitch to
pay.
Tommy’s distress only increases when Frank’s fingers join my cock, stretching
out Tommy’s hole, making Tommy wail in hurt and confusion. I laugh in his face
enjoying his pitiful struggles.
Frank’s cock soon forces its way inside Tommy’s tight, no longer virgin
asshole. This is whole new feeling for all three of us and Frank and I have to
take a moment to get used to it. Tommy’s trembling body is trapped between us
he is sobbing into my sore shoulder now only making feeble attempts to get
free.
We take no mercy as we force Tommy’s body up and down on our cocks. His initial
shrieks of agony soon turn to pitiful whimpers as his body is taken and used.
Meanwhile Frank and I pant and moan in pleasure our nails scratching and our
fingers bruising the pale skin of the helpless creature trapped between us.
Blood oozes out of Tommy’s abused body, it lubricates me and Frank’s cock and
stains our thighs.
Tommy eventually stops fighting and just takes our violent thrusts, tears of
black mascara continuing to drip down his pretty face.
***** Chapter 17 *****
“You broke him”.
“I had to”.
“Why?”
“He was too much like you Frank. Too perfect… too beautiful… but I can’t have
him. Now no one can have him… if he can’t love me and I don't love him then no
one can. I had to make him unlovable”
“Gerard! What the fuck are you talking about? What do you plan on doing with
Tommy? And what the hell are we going to tell Brian!?”
“Shh Frank, its okay”
“No Gerard! It fucking isn't”
A sharp slap to the face sends me crashing to the ground, cowering as Gerard
advances on me menacingly.
“I said it’s okay Frank. Shut the fuck up, be a good boy, and listen to me”
Gerard hisses. “Take him to the bathroom”.
I growl at Gerard as I stagger to my feet, to which he just laughs at me and
rolls his eyes.
“Look Frank. Brian doesn't want or need whores who won’t fuck. We’re just
saving him a job”.
“He’s just a kid…”
“A kid who you just raped my dear”.
“Fuck you”.
“Yeah me too… ‘S not my fault he wasn't up for it… he does look prettier
covered in blood though… don’t you think?”
“Gerard please just shut up! Yes he looks beautiful and no I am NOT going to
fucking kill him”
Gerard crowds up into my space and squeezes my face between his fingers. His
harsh breath hits my face as he forces a kiss to my lips and then pulls back to
look me dead in the eye. I shoot him a glare of defiance but immediately drop
my gaze when I see the unmistakable threat burning in Gerard’s eyes.
“Good boy” Gerard whispers, leaning into my ear, his tone deadly.
 
***
 
“Tommy? C’mon let’s get you up for a bath okay?”
Tommy jumps at the sound of my voice. His bruised, makeup stained, face going
pale at my suggestion of a bath. As I wrap him up in my arms his body tenses
and he starts he whispering small pleading sounds of ‘please no’ while shaking
his head at me.
I carry his tiny body to the bathroom tutting condescendingly at the look of
pain twisting his pretty face. He screams when I place a kiss to his forehead.
I sit Tommy on the toilet seat while I fill the tub, blocking out his pathetic
whimpers, mutters and sobs.
Why the fuck should I care about this kid?
Once the tub is full I go to Tommy’s side and put a heavy hand on his shoulder
which he shy’s away from. “Right kid that’s your bath ready”.
Tommy ignores me in favor of looking down at his trembling knees. He makes a
squeak of protest when I lift him bodily from the toilet to the bath tub.
As I lower him into the hot water Tommy’s quiet begging turns into screams of
agony as his torn abused asshole makes contact with the hot bath water.
I have to hold Tommy down by the shoulders, restraining him while he fights
against me and against the obvious pain I am forcing him to endure.
“Shh, it’s okay” I try to console my pretty little victim. The bath water is
turning pinkish red and Tommy has turned into a snarling beast of a boy, his
dark eyes locked on mine as I overpower his struggles.
Tommy’s nails scratch and claw at my arms as I force his body back. He kicks
wildly and splashes water as I pin him to the bottom of the tub. His body
convulses beneath my hands as I hold him down by the shoulders, and watch his
panicked face through the pink tinted water.
The splashes of water eventually turn to small amounts of bubble that surface,
escaping from the mouth of the limp body trapped beneath my weight. Whether
from acceptance of his fate or from the fact that his fate was now concluded,
Tommy’s body stills and the bubbles stop.
I release my bruising grip on Tommy’s corpse. I take a deep breath as I pull
out the plug to drain the bath and then use that time to mop up the spilled
bath water on the floor.
Once the bath is empty of water and I know I can’t avoid reality any longer I
carefully lift Tommy’s tiny lifeless body from the bath and gently wrap him in
a towel, I cradle him to my chest as I carry him back to my room and lay him
down on the bed.
***** Chapter 18 *****
Lost in thought, I absentmindedly dry off Tommy’s body gently, with the towel I
had him wrapped in, rubbing it over his perfectly flawed skin. The red gashes,
the purple bruises, the white smoothness of the small amounts of undamaged
skin. Gerard had ruined Tommy’s pretty face and permanently marked up his
perfect skin. He had fucked up Tommy’s head and held him hanging over the edge
by a thread… fucking him… fucking his head… fucking him… fucking his head.
Hurting him and torturing him. Pain met lust and then he let him go. Gerard
didn’t push Tommy over the edge; he held him up, spat on him and dropped and
left him to crash and burn.
Gerard might not have fallen in love with Tommy and honestly, neither had I but
there was something about him, this kind of sweet innocence. Innocence which
Gerard and I had shamelessly taken and destroyed. No my feelings for Tommy
where more of an inferior friend or a younger brother.
I had always been jealous of Gerard and Mikey’s relationship. The Way brother’s
relationship was a well balanced mix of brother’s best friends and lovers.
Although Gerard had been the more dominant of the relationship he cared and
loved Mikey more than anyone and vice versa.
I started working for Gerard’s uncle Brian when I was fifteen. Growing up, I
had always been a rebel, what with my punk cloths and anarchistic attitude to
match. My parents were both rich snobs who despaired for their unruly son, with
his awful music taste, skipping school, drinking habits and “social
contrariness” (as my therapist called it). My parents never personally tried to
deal with me instead they relied on teachers, councillors and even our local
priest to keep me in line. Not that anyone made the slightest difference to my
wild ways.
I was taken to see our parish priest not long after my fifteenth birthday after
having been caught having sex with my, much older, boyfriend in my parents bed.
Father whatshisface spent hours lecturing me on my sin and the shame I had
brought on my hard working parents who seemed to think that this would cure me
off my deviantsy. Once my mother had come to pick me up no more was ever said
on the subject and I was automatically the perfect child she had always hoped
for (who had never been exploited by a twenty something year old man) NOT.
I had other ideas. I wanted out of my parents’ house and I wanted to sin, and
sin again, to corrupt and be corrupted.
I knew I had to start somewhere so where better than my parent’s closest
friends. One by one I seduced my father’s rich friends and business associates.
I fucked them for their money, not because I needed it but for the pure
pleasure of seeing the shame on their face as the handed it over, with quiet
pleas for me not to tell.
After a few months of screwing these guys, who were all pretty lousy in bed
(that’s if they could even get it up) the thrill of getting caught no longer
excited me and I decided I wanted to replace that thrill with danger, real
danger.
It was late summer only a couple of months from my sixteenth birthday when I
met Brian. I had been living and working on the streets for about four months
when one night a man in a big expensive car, much like my fathers, had pulled
up by my spot. Brian was both attractive and charming, that added with the fact
that he was obviously rich, I happily accepted his request for a blowjob and
climbed into his car. As Brian came down from his orgasm I sat back on the
passenger seat and wiped his cum off my face, fixing him a sultry stare as he
reached into his pocket. Brian pulled out his car keys, locked the doors, and
laughed at my indignant shout of protest as he sped away before I had the
chance to get out and run.
Gerard trained me. This skinny dark haired freak no older than twenty brought
me to my knees with nothing more than a look. The punk kid in me always wanted
to refuse to submit to him, to push my limits and to fight for dominance.
Gerard often had to beat me into submission sometimes I would fight back to get
a rise and sometimes I would surprise him by beating him to unconsciousness. I
don’t know why Brian never had me killed for my lack of control (especially
with clients). Gerard and I had so much passion for one another which we
expressed in sex and in violence but we also had feeling, strong feeling that
would never go away. Our feelings for one another were forbidden so for the
next five years from that point we could only express then in secret moments
together and in each other’s bodies. When we could no longer hold our silence
we left Brian’s.
I remember how I Gerard, how I learned of his and his brothers less than
conventional relationship and how I pushed my way into the middle of that
relationship. Gerard and Mikey never hid their relationship; it was normal and
completely acceptable. I crossed the boundary held in both my relationship with
Gerard and In Mikey’s with Gerard. Mikey had had to pay the price of my
jealousy and for the first time I felt truly guilty for my actions. Not only
had I broke Gerard’s trust but I had also taken away one of the small few he
loved.
I’m distracted from my gut-wrenching feelings of remorse, by Gerard sidling
into the room and standing by me to stare at the corpse in our bed.
Gerard’s face is devoid of emotion and with an expressionless voice he tells me
to bring the body into the living room. I hold back a sigh and pass him
silently as I do as I’m told.
“Lay him on the shower curtain” Gerard orders, his breath hot on my neck,
making me jump in surprise.
“Um… Gee… what are we doing?” I cringe at my own nerve at daring to ask.
Gerard doesn't answer; he flashes me a sharp look before turning and stalking
to the kitchen, leaving me to haul the corpse up onto the coffee table. The
shower curtain, layed on our coffee table, rustles as I lay Tommy down on it,
on his back with his arms crossing his chest.
Tommy’s eyes are shut and his face passive. I saved him, I sent the angel faced
slut onto a better place, I am not a bad person.
Gerard’s soft giggle makes me jump, and I turn to find him standing behind me
his hands behind his back his, face twisted into an evil grin, eyes flashing.
“What's the sound of the world out there, those crunching noises pervading the
air!?” Gerard sings with a manic giggle as he advances on Tommy.
***** Chapter 19 *****
Upon realizing my intentions for the body of poor Tommy Frank tried desperately
to wrestle my knife from me. Smirking at the look of combined horror and
disgust on his face I easily over power him, holding the knife to his throat I
order him to his knees.
I turn back to the corpse laid to rest on my coffee table, Frank’s eyes
cautiously following my every movement. I ignore Frank in favor of running the
sharp tip of my knife over the marred flesh of Tommy’s torso, not cutting, just
tracing light patterns over the angry wounds that I had inflicted on him.
Frank watches my blades progression over the limbs of the dead boy, over his
face and neck, down to his flaccid penis. Frank waits with baited breath for me
to make the first cut shivering each time I make a small nick on the pale skin
laid before me.
With a quick flick of the knife I cut off Tommy’s left nipple causing Frank to
cry out in shock. Franks complete and utter objection to the situation amuses
me, so I decide to push him further. Grabbing him by the hair, Frank gasps in
pain as I sharply yank back his head. Frank is too slow to pick up on my
intentions and before he has time to shut his mouth I shove the severed nipple
inside. I clamp my hand over Frank’s mouth. My eyes locked on his and his on
mine he swallows.
 
***
 
Franks initial rejection of the situation soon shifts to be replaced by a
morbid fascination to match my own. As I carve Tommy up (just like Uncle Brian
did to that girl on my video tape my “jerk off material” for the past several
years now) Frank kneels obediently by my side.
I insist that Frank sing for me, which he does, as I slice off each tender
strip of meat from the exquisite corpse of Tommy. Franks eyes are wide and
watchful, shining slightly, his face steadily growing paler as my pile of
carved flesh grows.
 
***
 
The smell of burning human flesh is quite disgusting. Frank runs back and forth
to the toilet to puke while I stand over the stove frying strips of meat cut
from Tommy’s thighs.
“Frank! When you are done with the dramatics you can set the table!” I yell at
Frank as he sidles past me, yet again, clutching his stomach. Frank jumps at my
raised voice and I turn to roll my eyes at him, sighing. “Frank, your fine, now
go do as your fucking told”.
Frank looks pale and close to fainting but he nods weakly. As I turn back to my
cooking Frank pours himself a quick drink of water before grabbing a couple of
knives and forks from the utensil drawer. Frank heads back to the living room
but is immediately back by my side, chewing him lip, looking worried.
“Gee… what should I do with Tommy?” Frank mumbles weakly. With a sigh of
frustration I push past Frank snatching the dining utensils from him.
“For fucks sake Frank, do I have to do everything around here!?” I shout in his
face. Frank whimpers and backs up, pressing himself against the fridge.
“Pathetic” I hiss at him maliciously as I stalk over to the coffee table and
slam our forks and knives down on Tommy’s exposed ribcage. Frank who had
remained frozen to the spot jumps at my next command. “You can serve me my
dinner slut, and you can do it on your knees like the whore you are”.
Frank lets out another pathetic whimper at my cold words and, head bowed, goes
to get me a plate. I seat myself down on the sofa and drum my fingertips up and
down Tommy’s sternum, while Frank clatters about in the kitchen.
Frank brings me my plate of fried flesh, walking on his knees, head down
submissively.
“Good boy”.
 
***
 
Franks P.O.V.
I kneel quietly by Gerard’s feet, eyes fixed on the floor, avoiding looking at
him or the body lying on our coffee table. I have no stomach contents left to
bring up and so I find myself focusing my energy on not retching and trying to
block out the ear aching sound of Gerard’s fork and knife scraping off his
plate.
When Gerard finishes he takes his plate to the kitchen, ignoring me completely,
I listen carefully to him messing about in the kitchen for five minutes and
when he comes back I tense when I feel his hand on the back of my neck. Gerard
sets a plate of Tommy’s meat down on the kid’s butchered legs.
“Frankie, you need to eat your food and then you can go to bed, it’s been a
long day for you” Gerard says, sympathetically squeezing my shoulder.
“Gee… I can’t eat that… you know I don’t eat meat” I gasp, horrified. He takes
a hold of my hair and I try to pull away from him shaking my head violently
only to be met with a vicious sneer as he wrenches my head right back, so I’m
forced to look up at him from a very uncomfortable, awkward angle.
“Don’t make me force you Frank.” Gerard growls, he leans over me, contorting my
body into an even more painful position and grabs a piece of charred meat off
the plate next to us. I try to pull away from his vice like grip, keeping my
mouth sealed shut, he had already force fed me a fucking nipple for Christ
sake, sure I’m fine with fucking dead bodies and maybe fucking them up a little
but this is absolutely not for me.
I resist with everything I have as Gerard drags me bodily by the hair, lifting
my torso, and before I know whats even happening, he smashes my face into the
exposed intestines of the corpse. Gerard rubs my face through the bloody mess
of organs and bones. I scream as he pulls me back and forces me back to my
knees.
Gerard plays dirty, he gives my hair a sharp twist and almost fucking scalps me
with the strength of his tug on my long dark hair. “Fuck!”
Gerard takes my moment of agony to his advantage and rams the bit of meat into
my mouth and clamping his hand tightly over it. I choke and gag fighting his
grip, repulsed by the substance trapped in my mouth. Gerard doesn't let up and
laughs as hot thick tears of pain and anguish stream down my face.
“Chew and swallow! It’s not that fucking hard” Gerard bends down to screech in
my ear.
I’m starting to pass out from lack of oxygen, choking on the flesh caught in my
throat. I have no choice, I chew what I can, retching at the taste and texture
of this forbidden fruit. With all the strength I have left in me I swallow.
Gerard instantly lets me go, he wraps me up in his arms as I cough and splutter
all over him. My body shakes with heart wrenching sobs as he coos in my ear,
telling me how good I am. I fight out of his comforting arms and vomit the vile
meat back up. Gerard rubs my back soothingly until I’m done, feeling wrecked
and over sensitive.
 
"Don't touch me"
***** Chapter 20 *****
Gerard flinches at my cold tone. He backs away from me and folds his arms,
looking down at his knees.
 
I use the arm of the sofa to claw my way back up to my feet and glare down at
my psychotic fuck of a boyfriend, who remains stock still, avoiding eye
contact.
 
"What the fuck do you think you are playing at, huh Gee? You know I don't eat
meat. What the hell did you think would happen when you shoved human fucking
flesh down my throat? you complete and utter psycho"
 
There is no reasons from the man knelt at my feet. I sigh in frustration before
aiming a sharp kick at him. Gerard hisses in pain as my foot makes contact with
his rib cage.
 
Fuck that felt good, taking back some power, which I had lost to Gerard after
killing his brother. For the past couple of months it has been him calling the
shots and pushing me around, well now it's my turn. I'm prepared for the
consequences, he will make me pay for this, but I don't care.
 
I pace back and forth, running my hands through my hair in agitation, casting
dark looks at Gerard who remains frozen to the spot, eyes still fixed downward
which seriously pisses me off. Gerard cries out when I kick him in the face
knocking him clean over; he covers his face with his hands cupping his bloody
nose. curling into a fetal position as I stamp savagely on his upturned hip. I
don’t stop there, I kick Gerard in the ribs and stomach snarling at him as he
tries to curl up tighter into his protective ball and moans for me to stop I
kick him again and again, my bare foot connecting with his shuddering body. I'm
screaming at him and and wont stop kicking. I then fall to my knees beside him
and punch every inch of his trembling body that I can reach. Gerard's screams
of pain fall to deaf ears and I don't stop hitting him until I'm exhausted,
both emotionally and physically.
 
I look down at my sobbing boyfriend, I have never seen him cry like this. I
have beat Gerard up many times before, and sure I have seen him cry, but this
is different. Gerard is whimpering, begging my to stop, telling me he is sorry
and that he loves me.
 
I can't help it, I burst into tears and collapse on top of my beaten, broken
boyfriend, I wrap my arms around him as best I can and we cry together. I don't
know how long we stay like that, hurting in more ways than one and for once
truly knowing what it is to be betrayed by the one you love. Tears still
running down my face, I get up from the floor first. I step over Gerard's
curled up figure and head to the bathroom, leaving him lying on the living room
floor.
 
When I first catch a glimpse of my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I have to
hold in a scream. My face is covered in dry blood, it's smeared over my lips
and chin, some having dripped down onto my neck and chest. The rest of my face
is swollen from crying, my eyeliner smeared and my hair is a tangled mess.
 
Taking a deep breath, I quickly turn on the tap, pick up a wash cloth and and
wash the blood from my face. I can't look at the orange tuned water that runs
down the drain, and once I'm sure that my face is clean I brush my teeth at
least six times. I rinse my moth out with mouth wash, my hands shaking. I then
take a hot shower before going to bed, alone.
 
 
***
 
 
It's late afternoon by the time I drag my ass out of bed. I pull on a pair of
sleep pants and bustle through to the living room in search of Gerard. Biting
my lip nervously, I walk over to Gerard, who is asleep on the couch. I wince at
the sight of my sleeping lovers face, it's badly bruised and stained with blood
that had obviously come gushing from his nose which looks sore and swollen.
Gerard's makeup is smeared over his bruised face and I can see clear tracks
running through the mess.
 
"Hey, Gee?" I swallow nervously as I gently shake Gerard's shoulder.
 
Gerard gasps, his eyes flying open, he sees me and instinctively tries to back
away from me, pressing himself into the back of the sitte. I try not to cry,
when I see the fear and mistrust on my boyfriends bloody face. I hold my hand
out to him and gently grasp his shoulder again, to which he hisses in agony and
tries to jerk away. Ignoring his resistance I lean in and kiss him softly on
the lips.
 
I keep kissing Gerard until he eventually gives up and kisses me back, just
briefly, but it's enough.
 
"if you ever do that again I will kill you" Gerard hisses in my ear.
 
I smile at his threat and kiss him again before relying "Ditto".
 
We spend the rest of the day together, Gerard lying on the sofa while I kneel
at his side. We talk for hours, getting to know each other again, kissing and
laughing. I stroke Gerard#s hair as he talks and smile at he weird laugh. Just
being a normal happy couple for once.
 
It's getting dark outside by the time I get up again, my knees seized up and
sore, but feeling happier than I had done in a while. I lean over to kiss
Gerard long and slow before leaving him to go to the kitchen. I get a glass of
water for myself and down it, sighing contentedly.
 
I refill the glass and set it on the kitchen counter, and then go to dig
through the freezer for a bag of frozen peas. I take the water and bag of peas
to Gerard who smiles gratefully. I help Gerard raise his head enough to drink a
little water and then hand him the bag to place where it hurts most.
 
A loud knock to the door causes us both to jump. Gerard grabs a handful of my
hair and pulls me down to his level.
 
"get a fucking knife, and then answer it"
I'm quick to compile and with a meaningful look at Gerard I walk quietly into
the dark hallway. Holding the knife pressed to the back of the door, I
carefully slide back the lock chain, turn the key and pull open the door.
 
"Hey Frank, Brian sent me to come get Tommy" Pete says firmly, trying and
failing to make eye contact with me, instead resorting to talking to his feet.
 
Fuck.
 
"Ummm..... Sure... Come in"
 
I back away from the door and let Pete past, before hurriedly shutting the door
behind him. I keep the kitchen knife held behind my back as I follow Pete down
the hall.
 
"So how soon does Brian want the kid back" I ask offhandedly, watching the the
back of Pete's head. He turns to face me, just by the living room door, through
with Tommy is. Lying on my coffee table with his guts exposed.
 
Fuck.
 
"Eh, he wants me to keep him at my place for a bit, to clean him up from
whatever Gerard has probably done to him. Before he has to start working on
clients, you know?" Pete says, with a brave attempt at conversation. looking
back to face me.
 
I smirk at him. He gives me a weird look as I stalk over to him, the knife
behind my back. He lets out a quiet squeak, when I crowd against him, pinning
him to the wall, with no escape. He shudders when I laugh breathily against his
cheek and then lick it. He doesn't see me bring the knife out from behind my
back, he has his eyes closed, his head turned away. I grope at his crotch,
laughing at the noise of discontent he makes.
 
"No one ever really liked you anyway, you annoying son of a bitch" I laugh. His
eyes fly open when I stab him in the gut. The knife plunges in so easily and I
moan at the small sound of pain he makes, when I twist the knife, which I then
pull out ever so slowly. I can't see his face properly in the dark hall, but it
is screwed up in intense pain as I let the dying body of my boyfriends biggest
pet peeve, slide to the floor.
***** Chapter 21 *****
Gerard.
My whole body aches from the bruises left by Frank the night before. My limbs
feel stiff but I’m sure that nothing is broken. Frank is taking forever to
answer the bloody door, and it is doing my head in. Sighing in frustration, I
am about to shout out to him when he finally returns to the living room.
Pink in the face and panting slightly, Frank makes brief eye contact before
turning to shut the living room door shut behind himself. He turns slowly back
around and walks back over to me lying on the sofa. Confused, I look up at him,
I raising my eyebrow in question.
“That was Pete looking for Tommy,” Frank says quietly, dropping to his knees by
my side. I give him another look and wait for him to go on. He stares down at
his hands, biting his lip. “Brian wants Tommy to go stay with Pete for a bit”
Frank gives a short giggle. “He wants Pete to err… clean him up a bit, before
his first client.”
Nodding slowly, I take Franks hand in mine and try to prompt further
explanation. “So where is Pete, Frank?”
“I killed him” Frank tells me. He pulls his hand from mine and raises it up so
I can see the smeared blood which coats his tattooed hand and fingers. “He’s
out there,” Frank nods vaguely towards the closed living room door.
Frank misses the small smile that twists its way onto my bruised face. I easily
regain his attention by grabbing back his hand and sucking a blood smeared
finger into my mouth. We both moan at this action, me at the coppery taste of
blood, and Frank at the sight of my lavishing each of his fingers, one after
the other, with my tongue. I scrape my teeth over the pad of his thumb, before
sucking it into my mouth and hollowing out my cheeks. Frank groans
appreciatively, and I pull off with a wet pop.
Frank pulls back his hand, and wipes my saliva off on his sleep pants. His
breathing is uneven and his pupils at blown as he stares hungrily at my mouth.
I bit my lip, and moan softly at the intensity of his stare, pinning me in
place.
“Get up here, I want to suck your dick” I tell him calmly.
“Fuck,” he moans, getting to his feet and climbing up on top of me so he can
straddle my chest. Frank is careful when positioning himself, so as to not hurt
my bruised chest. I watch the intense look on his face as he pulls his half
hard cock from his sleep pants and presses the tip to my swollen lips.
Lifting my head, I allow my mouth to fall open and Frank pushes his cock
inside, moaning quietly.
“Fuck… Gerard…”
I hum in response as he begins to thrust his hips, his cock sliding in and out
of my mouth. I seal my lips tightly around his length, enjoying the weight of
it on my tongue, as it hardens in my mouth. His eyes half shut and his mouth
slack, he lets out little whimpering noises as I I massage the underside of his
cock with my tongue. Groaning in response, Frank grabs at the arm of the sofa,
behind my head, and starts pushing his hips roughly back and forth, fucking my
mouth.
I shut my own eyes and focus on relaxing my throat, allowing Frank to push
deeper. My eyes water as he intensifies the speed of his thrusts, my mouth
burns from the friction and my neck is straining. I fucking love it. I love the
little keening noises Frank makes when I hollow out my cheeks and when I moan
at the feel and weight of his cock.
As I continue to blow Frank, letting him use my mouth, I reach down and undo
the zipper to last night’s tight jeans. My own cock is hard and it feels hot in
my hand as I pull it out of the tight confines of my jeans, and begin to
jackoff.
Frank is now trembling, I feel him tense up as he makes these desperate choked
sounds and pulls himself out of my mouth. I whimper at the loss but increase
the speed of my fist, tight around my dick when I hear the telltale sound of
skin on skin and Franks gasps of pleasure.
One more desperate moan and I feel Franks thighs tense up as his hot wet cum
splashes across my face, some landing in my open mouth, which I swallow
greedily. Frank climbs off of me and kneels by my side, watching me bring
myself off.
“Mmm Gee you look good right now. Covered in bruises, my cum dripping down your
face… so hot baby.”
I moan at Franks words, fisting myself harder, thrusting my hips up off the
couch, into my hand, letting out my own little “ah ah ah” sounds.
“Look at you, you’re so desperate. You like having a murderers cock shoved down
your throat don’t you, huh Gee?”
I can feel my orgasm twisting in my belly, as I get close. I moan like a cheap
whore at Frank’s words, my toes curling, as I thumb at the head of my cock.
“You really are a cock slut, aren't you? Even the dead aren't safe from your
whore mouth. Dirty slut.”
Frank grabs one of my nipples and twists it sharply. I cry out his name as I
cum, all over my fist and cloths.
 
***
 
Its late after noon before either of us decide to move or do anything. I get
Frank to help me up off the sofa and assist me to the bathroom.
Wincing in pain I limp along side Frank, clinging to his supporting arm. Beyond
the living room door I see the corpse of Pete lying there, propped against the
wall. I spit on him and laugh.
Once in the bathroom, Frank sits me down on the toilet and as he turns to run
me a bath I see his face, stricken with guilt.
“Hey. No broken bones, it’s okay.” I reassure Frank, gently.
He doesn't say anything. Sniffling tearfully he rests a hand on my bruised, cum
splattered cheek and gives me a small, teary eyed smile. I turn my head and
kiss his fingers, which makes him laugh.
Frank runs me my bath as I sit quietly, watching him from my seat on the
toilet. Muttering to himself Frank runs his arm back and forth through the
water, frothing up the bubble mixture. I watch, fascinated, as his bones shift
under the tattooed skin of his back.
The words above Franks first tattoo (a jacklelantern on his upper back) capture
my attention.
“Keep the faith” I read aloud, softly.
Frank stills. It is as if he has stopped breathing. I watch the tension leave
his back, his shoulders sag and his head drops. My own peace at the words seems
to radiate between the two of us as Frank finishes up in silence and then helps
me into the tub.
When I had first met Frank, although underage at the time, he already had a
couple of tattoos. A scorpion on his neck, purposely done to piss off his
parents, he got that not long after his jacklelantern, which was done to
represent his birthday being on Halloween. Frank’s fingers were also tattooed
when I met him ‘Halloween’ inked across his knuckles, making a statement to
anyone who thought of crossing him and assert his rebel status. ‘Bookworm’ down
the sides of his fingers just for him, because even rebel punk kids had a soft
side.
Brian, who had always loved tattoos, encouraged his youngest whore to spend his
earnings on more tattoos. In our last year at Brian’s, Frank got two birds
tattooed, one on each hip. These birds represent me and him, and the ups and
downs we had faced up to that point. Frank has never told me any of this, but I
know him and I know I’m right.
The hot water soothes my throbbing skin, which Frank washes for me, scrubbing a
wet wash cloth tenderly over the bruised flesh. I sigh contentedly as Frank
washes my hair for me and then goes over my skin again with the wash cloth,
over my upper body.
I stop him as he goes to move lower this time and take the cloth from him.
Frank leaves me to, scrub gently at the more painful of my injuries. I accept
Franks help out of the bath tub and giggle when he wraps me in a towel before
escorting me back to our bedroom.
“You should go and get rid of Pete, before someone notices he’s missing. Take
him and Tommy’s stuff back to his apartment; make it look like a break in.”
Frank nods in understanding at my instructions and kisses me on the cheek.
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