"What is it with you and him?" Mikey's words came in the form of a thorough interrogation badly masked behind the facade of a casual question, but of course, Gerard saw through it instantly, not that it seemed to make all that much difference, due to the fact that he wasn't exactly rearing to answer his younger brother's question in the first place - believe it or not.

"What do you mean by that?" Gerard played dumb, brushing his hair back from his eyes: the two of them sat behind the mausoleum in a kind of secretive manner, in that they really shouldn't have been there, but it wasn't like it was going to get anyone killed, and therefore left Mikey's conscience unscathed: Gerard wouldn't have minded either way.

"I mean, what are you doing with him?" Mikey rephrased his question, knowing far too well that Gerard had understood him perfectly, and simply just didn't particularly want to take his chances when it came to answering the question. "You're fucking... that's obvious. But is it something else, Gerard? Is he your boyfriend or-"

"I'm his fucking master, Mikey. I don't do boyfriends, and don't do happy little lovesick puppy things. I fuck, and I fuck because it feels damn good." There wasn't an ounce of uncertainty with his response, and that shut Mikey up for a few seconds, as he began to ponder the truth his brother had just admitted to him. "He's so fucking loyal, and so fucking pretty, though. It'd be a shame to end him just now, and put that all to waste, because I can exploit him forever before I have make him pay the price."

"You're such a fucking sadist that it's making me sick." Mikey snapped, shuffling just a little away from his older brother, and generally praying that Gerard wouldn't continue to describe his sexliife in such great detail. "Frank doesn't really want this mess and all this screwed up shit, you know that, don't you, Gerard? He just thinks that you're attractive and he's stupid enough to let his dick think for him. Don't take advantage of that, because despite this mess, he's still my friend."

"I think he knows what he wants, and I honestly don't think he was lying when he was begging for me to fuck him, so here's a suggestion - shut up about things when you don't have a clue regarding what you're talking about, huh?"

"You're awfully possessive over him if you apparently don't care about him, you know that, huh?" Mikey sighed out, throwing his gaze over the darkened horizon, and generally, just away from his brother, and the nonsense he spun from his lips.

"He's mine, I'm his fucking master. I have more than a right to be possessive over him - I practically have to be, so seriously, Mikey, just shut the fuck up-"

"I'm just trying to make sure that my friend doesn't get hurt, you know, with all this fucking mess with Ray, I can't afford to lose everyone." Mikey sighed out, his heart sinking like it had suddenly become an anchor at the mention of Ray and the thoughts it brought, and how once they began to fill his mind, they wouldn't even contemplate leaving' for hours to come, and if Mikey was honest, it hurt like hell itself.

"So this is still about you, huh? Not about Frank at all, and I thought as much too, honestly you're the most selfish good guy I've ever met, and you choose that over being the most selfless bad guy in the world-"

"Because I'm not a bad guy, Gerard, I actually give the slightest hint of damn about anybody, unlike you." And Mikey made those words hurt, with no intentions otherwise, and he wasn't at all afraid to let Gerard know that.

"Well then, I'm not a bad guy either. I care, I care about somebody."

"Frank." Mikey guessed it in one, shaking his head as he wondered how his brother even lied to himself about this mess, but however he did so, he really seemed to do it well. "You care about Frank."

"Just a little. Maybe."

"You love him-"

"Don't fucking push it, Mikey."

"But you do."

And there was just something about the way Mikey said those words that ensured they wouldn't be leaving Gerard's head for an awfully long time.

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"What did you call me over to the house that totally isn't yours for?" Frank asked, stepping into the house that wasn't Gerard, only to find his favourite vampire smirking at him in such a devilish manner that the nineteen year old couldn't help but feel terribly nervous about.

"What didn't I call you over for." And perhaps Frank would just have to accept that the only answer he would receive was a painfully arrogant display of crypticism.

"Is that the we need to talk face or the we need to fuck face?" Frank asked, biting down on his bottom lip, and perhaps secretly hoping for the latter, because perhaps maybe he was just a little too head over heels for the dark haired mess stood smirking at him.

"Perhaps that's up to you to decide." And with that, Gerard made his way upstairs, leaving Frank to follow almost blindly in obedience, and not a simple complaint was made on either's behalf, because there was just something about fucking and there was just something and fucking each other that was like poison, but a kind of poison that had the absolute best taste.

"I'd say you leading me up to the bedroom was quite honestly a pretty big giveaway, but whatever." Frank sighed out, rolling his eyes as he found himself taking the liberty of closing the door behind them, and leaving Gerard to stroll across the room: his mind distant and obviously deep in thought, and his gaze drifting to the drawer just often enough to make Frank nervous, and yet, it was nervous, but the kind of nervous where it was in the best kind of way.

"Don't make assumptions, especially not about people like me, Frank." Gerard sighed, letting out a little chuckle as he pulled his stupid fucking trenchcoat off, throwing it to the floor, and then rolling up his shirtsleeves, making his way over to the drawer that held all the attention. "Come over here, Frankie. Tell me what you'd like. Tell me how you'd like me to fuck you."

"And what if I said that I didn't want to fuck, and that I'd rather we just talked?"

"Then I'd call you a filthy fucking liar." Gerard snapped, leaving the younger to saunter over to the drawer, a smirk creeping up over his lips. "And it's a good job that you didn't lie to me, Iero, because I don't like liars, and really, I'd have to punish you."

And those were the words that pulled the first slutty little gasp from Frank's lips today, and Gerard took unfathomable pleasure in that, before pulling the nineteen year old closer, and allowing his eyes to fall over the drawer, which turned him on just from the sight of everything, and just from the thousands of possibilities, and the millions of things that Gerard could do to him. 

Frank wanted him to do them all.

Except perhaps not all at once.

"Master, I-" And poor little Frankie barely got two gasp heavy words from his parted lips, before Gerard was moaning, and fucking in love with his little whore's obedience.

"You're too good, too fucking obedient, you're too eager. You fucking want this all and you want me to fuck you forever, and in everyway we can think of, and then, even the ones we can't. You want everything. You fucking want everything, don't you?" Frank nodded: meek and turned on to hell. "And I'll give you nothing. Because whores like you need to learn a fucking lesson."

"Master, I, please-"

"You can't start with shutting up and getting naked..." Gerard paused, his gaze scanning over the nineteen year old with enough lust to fuel an entire porn site. "Unless, unless you want me to punish you, that is. Unless you want me to teach you about everything and nothing all at once, and all right now, and before you can even scream out. And then, after I've punished you, we'll go again, and I'll fuck you so hard, and this time you will scream out for me, and you won't come until I tell you to, unless you want to get punished again, but you're such a bad little slut that I just can't imagine you ever listening to a word I say when my cock is so deep into that pretty ass of yours."

And Frank made a decision that could only be described as 'brave', overall, stupid, but brave, nonetheless. The nineteen year old remained still and met his master's eyes, only to let slip three words, and three words that would be his demise. "Punish me, master."

Needless to say, Gerard needed no further encouragement, ridding Frank of his clothes in less than thirty seconds, and pushing him down against the bed, leaving him there, dazed in the impact as he rushed to the drawer, retrieving a pair of handcuffs, some rope and his favourite vibrator - and really, that was just them getting started, and poor little Frank barely knew what he had coming, and with Gerard's sadistic intentions, it certainly wasn't him.

With Frank on his back against the bed: hands cuffed to the headboard, and ankles tied to each of the bottom bed posts, spreading his legs wide, and exposed him entirely with even a chance to ask, not that he would have ever dreamed of asking Gerard not to. Gerard was one of those people that were determined in all the wrong ways, and once they got an idea in their heads, there was no stopping them until it had been achieved.

And, well, Gerard had gotten the idea to have Frank screaming and begging to be allowed to come.

"That tight enough, Iero?" Gerard smirked, stood, still fully clothed and semi hard at the end of the bed, overlooking his property with the utmost amount of lust.

"Y-Yes.. master." Frank choked out, struggling to breathe just a little: his breathing heavy with anticipation and his eyes never leaving the vibrator in Gerard's left hand - it was no secret as to what his master was about to do regarding him and the object in his hand. "It's tight."

"Good, good. I wouldn't want you squirming when I'm trying to teach you how to listen up and be a good little whore." And there came that chuckle, and Frank was blushing already, because he was going to get fully hard at any fucking minute and they hadn't even started - Gerard would laugh at him, and then he'd probably spank him until he was fucking sobbing out his master's name. "Now, since you seem to want everything, I'll give you just that with this vibrator, I'll give you all."

And that was all the warning Frank got to the object - lubed with nothing more than a little spit, pushed inside him in a few pushes, and as he groaned aloud, struggling to adjust with very little warning and just about no preparation, Gerard turned on the vibrations - at first on the lowest setting, chuckling to himself at the sight before him. "Are you ready for everything, little whore?"

"Yes, m-master, I-I... need... just need- ah, fuck!" The words trailed from his lips as his master turned the vibrator onto its highest setting, turning and leaving Frank to writhe and moan like he'd born to be nothing more than an object of his lust, before he returned with a cockring, because there was no way in hell that his little slut was going to come before him.

"Fuck, please, please, master, it hurts... I..." Frank moaned out against the ache with the cockring on him, now fully hard, and absolutely begging just to come forever, but Gerard had decided that maybe he was a massive fucking sadist, but if it felt this good, then maybe he didn't care at all.

"Stop fucking begging me for something that I'll never let you do, unless you want me to spank that pretty little ass of yours raw." His voice was stern, and it turned it on like hell with the instant that Frank shut up, his eyes growing wide as they met Gerard's.

"Sorry, master. Please don't."

"I'm going to fucking spank you anyway - you should have learned that about me by now. You're not going to tell me what to do. In fact, the whole basis of this is that I own you, and you will obey me, huh? Whore?"

"Yes, master... I- fuck..." He cried out, unexpectant as Gerard brought his hand down against Frank's ass.

"Shut the fuck up." And Frank fucking did, his eyes growing wide as they came into focus with the whip that Gerard had picked up. Fuck.

Frank was not at all ready, but all so fucking eager regardless: his eyes filling with lust as they travelled from the whip to Gerard, and back again. "Yes, master."

"Good." Gerard let a chuckle slip his lips in appreciation of both Frank's obedience and the little whimpers continuing to escape the nineteen year old's lip as he writhed against the vibrator destroying his pretty little ass. "Count to ten for me, Iero."

"Yes, master." Frank found himself repeating, almost like it was a reflex at this point, and nothing made Gerard quite as turned on as his little slut's obedient little moans of his name.

The crack of the whip against the pale skin of Frank's ass came before the breathy and totally overwhelmed, but still perfect, "one, thank you, master."

And Gerard found himself pausing for a moment, resting the hand that didn't hold the whip against one of Frank's spread legs, admiring the bruising red mess against pale skin: his favourite creation yet, and really he was ecstatic to continue, because poor little Frank Iero would be a pretty little picture of a mess when he was done with him.

"Two, thank you, master." Frank didn't wince quite as much as he had in consequence of the first strike, and really, this disappointed Gerard, but of course motivated him to make his little slut wince and moan and cry like a bitch, and nothing would stop Gerard in that task.

"T-t-three... m-master- ah!" Gerard's face broke out into a full smirk in response to a harder strike against Frank, and the bruising growing dark by the second, and his whore continuing to shake and whimper against the sheets; they had barely even started yet.

"Four... f-four, master- t-thank you..." And Frank tried his best not to cry, but the tears came anyway, and much in the same succession as that of Gerard's strikes with the whip: increasingly harder and increasingly fast as they reached the tenth spanking, at which point Frank was struggling to breathe and Gerard was fully hard and ready to fuck Frank deep into the mattress.

"T-ten, th-thank you, I-I... master..." And at that, Gerard dropped the whip to the floor with a bang that caused Frank to jump a little, and the vibrator to move deeper inside him in consequence, causing a dreadful whine to escape his lips.

"God, you're so fucking good, Frankie, I just... I need you, and I need to fuck you until you can't even fucking breathe, and I need you screaming out my name. I fucking want to tease and torture you until the end of time, but it turns me on so fucking much that I can barely even stand looking at you like this, fuck, fuck... fuck..."

"Then, fuck me, please, master." Frank perked up at that, his eyes widening and gleaming almost ridiculously at the idea of having Gerard fuck him, because really, Gerard was right and he was such a little filthy slut. "Please, I need this as much as you do, master, I, please, you want me, you need me."

"Don't you fucking dare tell me want I want, and a little slut like you could barely even imagine what I need, yeah?" And Gerard snapped - just like that, and Frank was scared as fuck: tied up and exposed for his angry vampire boyfriend, but there was something seriously arousing about that, which Frank just couldn't forget.

"I'm sorry, master, I-I just please... let me come, fuck me, please-" And really, Frank should have shut up for good, or at the very least learned that Gerard wasn't in the mood to listen his little whore beg for things that he couldn't have.

"I want to make you bleed. I want to make you scream." Gerard spoke in an utterly nonchalant matter, bearing way to a wide eyed silence on Frank's part, leaving the sound of Gerard's footsteps to resonate around the bedroom as he made his way back to the most important drawer in the world and picked up a special little 'treat' for his little whore. "And maybe if you're a good boy, then I'll let you come afterwards, but only if you're good - bad sluts don't get anything except another spanking from their masters."

"I'm sorry, master. I'll be good, I-" Frank stopped midsentence as his gaze fell upon the knife that Gerard had returned with.

"I want to make you bleed." Gerard repeated, nonchalance only increasing as Frank's lips fell apart to form a perfectly explicit little 'o' shape.

And then before Frank barely recognise what was happening, his hands were uncuffed and his legs untied, only for Gerard to throw Frank down onto his knees, kneeling on the bed beside him as he tied Frank's feet together and proceeded to cuff his hands behind his back. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

"Yes, master." Frank murmured out, his breathing heavy as Gerard let out a chuckle, running the blade across his slut's back, not making any cuts yet, but just teasing him, because feeling his heart beat heavy in his chest was a kind of lust that Gerard could no longer bare, pulling his jeans off and gripping Frank's ass, feeling him shudder against the touch with the vibrator still inside him.

"Keep fucking still, whore." And that was all the warning poor little Frankie got before Gerard held the blade gently against Frank's throat, leaving the nineteen year old to sweat and swallow hard, because fuck, this was freaking him out like hell, but his dick certainly seemed to have no objections whatsoever.

And with the blade so close to his throat, Frank barely even noticed before Gerard had pulled out the vibrator, and the empty feeling overcame him, only to be replaced by Gerard himself in a matter of secrets, and perhaps along with several hundred curses and moans, against the very lightly lubed intrusion that just felt so good and exactly in all the wrong ways.

"Fuck, Ge- master, I... I... ah..." Frank shuddered back against Gerard, barely able to move with how he was tied up, leaving Gerard fully in control and really as much as it frustrated the nineteen year old, he loved nothing quite as much as he loved Gerard taking control and showing him just what a fucking little whore he was.

"I only take that the cockring away and let you come if you're good, Iero, so fucking listen to every little word I say." Gerard snapped, trailing the knife down his boyfriend's chest and sending shivers down his spine as he pushed further in, feeling Frank tighten around him, and god it felt like pure pleasure - Frank was fucking perfect, and Gerard couldn't even begin to argue against that one.

"Yes, master- fuck, I, fuck-" The nineteen year old's words broken away: messy and fragmented as the knife pressed into the skin of his collarbone and stayed there until it drew blood, leaving Frank gasping and wide eyed as Gerard wiped away some of the dripping blood with his index finger and pressing it to his lips before sucking on it.

"Dear god, you taste so good. I fucking want you in everyway, you know that, Frank Iero?"

"Yes, master." And with that, Gerard threw his hips down against Frank's and continued to do so, feeling himself close already, leaving the rest of the world to fade away around the steady rhythm and explicit gasps as he slammed into Frank over and over, until it felt like the only thing in the world, or at least the only thing worth Gerard's time.

Frank was definitely worth Gerard’s time, and there was no question about that, as minutes later, the older of the two was pulling out and pulling Frank down by the hair, coming over his face, without regret and leaving the nineteen year old to deal with the mess they'd made as he relieved him of the cockring, and sitting back and smiling as Frank came harder than ever before, and all over himself too.

"Oh fuck, you look so good covered in your own blood and both our come, god, Frank, fuck." Gerard exhaled loudly, pulling his jeans back up and getting up off the bed, leaving Frank there as an absolute mess as he put the things they'd used back in the drawer, smirking to himself as he closed it, and glancing back at his own perfect little whore on the bed.

"You know I don't just let anyone come all over my face and fucking cut me open, Gerard Way." Frank sighed out, eyes fixated upon the ceiling.

"Oh I know, you're mine, Frank, and mine only." And perhaps that was exactly what confirmed it; Gerard cared, and Gerard cared entirely far too much.

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Hey guys:) It's a porn chapter again oh dear, not that I think anyone's going to mind much but oh well:') Vote and comments are much appreciated. I love you all<3