Most days, Gerard was left alone in the house while Frank went to work in the main headquarters where Frank's mob family worked, a place that Gerard had only visited twice. Frank was there a lot, he had to be, but sometimes he had important meetings with associates and took meetings in the conference room of their house. According to him, it allowed him to impress and intimidate them. He also allowed Gerard to sit in on the meetings, which allowed Frank to demonstrate his dominance. He refused to admit that he just enjoyed showing him off.

"They're pulling up in the driveway," Ray stated and Gerard followed him and Frank to the door and watched as a shiny black Lamborghini pulled up behind Frank's Ferrari. Gerard didn't know many of the people that worked for Frank, but the few that were at the top with Frank frequented the house and so Gerard knew them well. There was Ray of course, and Gerard's own brother, Mikey along with Ava who was the highest-ranking female mobster in the world. She was pretty intimidating and very dangerous; she was to be feared and respected.

Mikey was the reason he had met Frank, when Mikey became made into Frank's family he was sworn to secrecy when he took his oath and it wasn't until Gerard had almost destroyed his front door during a meeting with Frank and Ray at his house after weeks of silence from his brother that he found out what he had done. Not only was Frank furious at Mikey for revealing what it was he did to his brother, but Gerard was furious that he had not only joined the fucking mafia but that he was the underboss', right-hand man. He was less angry when Frank showed up at his house the next week, mysterious and threatening and asking him out on a date. Apparently, he had straight up told Mikey that he was interested in Gerard and, although hesitant at first to allow the boss of the mob to date his older brother, he gave a puzzled "sure?". Mikey had expressed his concerns to Gerard many times before they had gotten married because he wanted his brother to be safe and Gerard has listened to him every time. Although Mikey had been hesitant about his brother's relationship, he still stood by him as his best man at the wedding.

The three of them stood in the doorway, Frank in the middle of the two with his hand on Gerard's shoulder. The hand was gripping Gerard's shoulder tightly, it was something Frank did every time they had guests over to show that Gerard was his. Ray was standing slightly further back, hands behind his back.

"Welcome to my home, Mr McCracken. I'd like to introduce you to my underboss, Ray Toro and my husband Gerard Way-Iero," Frank spoke in an assertive voice once Mr McCracken had reached the porch. He looked like any other mobster, black suit and clean. The only difference between him and the other guys Gerard had seen was that he had long black hair. He was attractive and Gerard hadn't seen Frank jealous in too long and he was curious.

"Please, call me Bert. You have a wonderful house," Bert said, his eyes darting across the house to Frank and then Ray and finally Gerard. As his eyes settled on Gerard and stayed for a lingering moment, Frank's grip on Gerard's shoulder tightened and Gerard could tell that Frank knew what Bert was thinking.

You see, Gerard knew that he was easy on the eyes. He was a dominant's (or anyone's for that matter) wet dream; pretty, submissive and shy and he actually enjoyed being submissive. He enjoyed the punishments given to him, and how tightly Frank held on to him and he was lucky to have found Frank because he actually cared about Gerard. While Frank was controlling and dominant, he allowed Gerard to set limits and he adhered to them; their safe word had never even been used throughout their relationship because both of them trusted each other. Limits had never been breached and that was one of the many reasons he loved Frank.

"Thank you, if you follow Ray into the conference room, we'll join you shortly," Frank said and Gerard knew what that meant. Usually, Frank would walk their guests into the conference room unless he could tell there was something wrong.

Frank waited until the two were out sight and then turned to face Gerard. He held an expression on his face that Gerard knew all too well. Gerard waited for Frank to do something, anything to break the tension and then Frank moved. His hands moved quickly and it took Gerard a moment to register the way Frank was squeezing his ass with both of his hands.

"Il mio*," Frank growled, his eyes still never having left Gerard's. He hauled Gerard closer, their bodies fused against one another and their faces inches away. Frank moved one hand slowly up Gerard's back and up into his hair and roughly brought their mouths together, making Gerard gasp into his mouth. He forced his tongue into Gerard's mouth, licking into it. Before he pulled away, he bit down on Gerard's bottom lip hard. Gerard whined, involuntarily moving closer to Frank but he was stopped when Frank let go of Gerard completely and walked back into the house. Gerard followed after a second, trailing behind him closely.

*'Mine'

Once they arrived in the conference room, Frank sat down wordlessly and Gerard followed to sit next to him. Bert was sat across from Frank and quickly glanced at Gerard before returning his gaze to Frank.

"So, it's my understanding that you have captured the attention of one of my capo's is that correct?" Frank asked. "And that you would like to join my crew?"

"That is correct," said Bert, matching Frank's severe tone. Gerard hadn't been told much about Bert, only that captured Ava's attention and she had been interested.

"I'm impressed. Not many people have been able to capture Ava's interest and keep her interest long enough to come to me about them. I hope you know that I run a very demanding enterprise and before I even think about letting you work for me, you will need to complete a series of tasks. It's standard protocol, couple extortions, a hit or two and the usual drug job. Are you up to these tasks?" Frank clasped his hands together on the table, his posture was impeccable and it made him look taller than he really was. Gerard however, wanted to piss Frank off and was sat with one leg on the floor and the other bent on the chair, appearing not to be listening. He had pretended not to notice the way Bert's eyes moved over to study Gerard while Frank was talking. Even Gerard knew that was disrespectful.

"I'm up for anything," Bert said, a smirk on his face as he once again looked over to Gerard. Gerard looked up at that moment, looking right at Bert and then towards Frank who simply looked bored.

"Good, Ray will provide you with the details. Now if you could take your eyes off of my husband, that would be fantastic. He's pretty to look at, but he belongs to me," Frank said assertively, staring the other man down. Gerard smirked; one corner of his mouth tugged up slightly but returned his face to normal as soon as Frank turned to look at him. Gerard knew this was dangerous, that he was definitely going to be punished once this meeting was over, but that thought just spurred him on.

"He doesn't seem to be complaining," Bert fried back, smugly. At the other side, Ray was rolling his eyes. This stuff happened far too often at meetings and had advised Frank that maybe he shouldn't have Gerard sit in on them, but Frank would tell him to go bother Mikey or do something useful.

"It's not his place to. Ray, give him the details and then show him out," Frank stated and then stood up. He looked over to Gerard as a cue for him to stand as well which he did after glancing at Bert one last time. He stood, following Frank out of the conference room.

"Bedroom," Frank snarled, keeping his eyes on Gerard as he climbed the staircase and turned the corner towards their bedroom.

Gerard's heart was racing, he didn't know what Frank had in store for him but he knew that it was going to hurt. That was the most exciting part. When Gerard had proposed the concept of a dom/sub relationship, Frank heard him out. They had both set limits and discussed what they enjoyed, and Gerard enjoyed pain. He had been afraid to tell Frank that at first since he knew that Frank instilled pain to his enemies on an almost daily basis and there was a possibility that if he went too far in, he may not be able to bring himself out. But Frank had assured him that Gerard could trust him, that he wouldn't do anything that crossed boundaries and Gerard did, had done since the very beginning.

Frank was only a few seconds behind Gerard, bounding into the room before Gerard had even closed the door. It was so sudden; one second Gerard was alone and the next he was being pinned against the door, one hand on his throat, the other clutching his hip painfully. The pain was thrilling, all of it going straight to his cock that had been hard as soon as he had left the conference room. Frank's thumb was gently pressing at his airway, not hard enough to restrict airflow but hard enough so that he could feel it. Frank's eyes were once again boring into Gerard's, it made him feel exposed.

"What did I say, Gerard?" Frank asked, his voice rough. "You're mine Gerard, you belong to me."

"Y-yes sir," Gerard breathed out, flustered. It was his favourite thing to get Frank jealous because not only did he get punished with the most delicious pain, Frank was always extra affectionate towards him when there were other people around. It was also extremely hot.

"That's right. And you're gonna prove it. 20 spankings and you don't get to come tonight," Frank declared.

"But-"

"No buts. Clothes off and then over my lap," Frank said, taking his hands off of Gerard and sitting at the edge of the bed. Before Gerard could pull his suit jacket off Frank spoke. "Turn around."

Gerard turned around slowly; his eyes trained on the floor as he removed his suit jacket. He dropped it on the floor and took his tie off before carefully unbuttoning his shirt; he didn't want to rip any of the buttons in his haste to get undressed since the entire suit had been a gift from Frank. He dropped the shirt to the floor on top of the suit jacket and unbuttoned his pants, eager to get them off and relieve some of the pressure on his aching cock. Finally, he was unclothed and looked up to Frank to await his next instructions.

"Hand or belt?" Frank asked, still fully clothed. Frank asked this every time because he knew that Gerard was never a big fan of belts or whips unless he's really in the mood for it and although Gerard is in the mood to piss his husband off a little, he wasn't in the mood to not be able to sit for a week.

"Hand please, Sir," Gerard answered confidently, despite the fact that he felt less than confident on display in front of Frank.

"Over my knee," Frank said simply and Gerard moved, his heart thrumming with anticipation. Frank helped him the rest of the way, grasping Gerard's hips to place him across his lap. Gerard's cock was pressed tightly to Frank's thigh and Frank could definitely feel it, the warmth searing on his leg. Before he started, Frank grabbed Gerard's hair and pulled his head up so he could look into his eyes.

"Tell me your safe-word," Frank demanded, his concern for his partner showing through. It's what lets Gerard knows that he cares.

"Sand," Gerard answered. They'd picked the safe-word after the Great Beach Controversy, where Gerard had blatantly refused to get fucked on a beach because he knew that if they did there would be sand going places where sand shouldn't go.

"Good boy. I'm giving you 20 and I want you to count each one. If you miss one, I'll add one. Ready?" Frank asked, his face unbearably close to Gerard's.

"Y-yes Sir," Gerard was antsy, too turned on to care about what Frank is saying anymore. The first five blows came fast and Gerard barely got the count out for each one before another came.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" He breathed out, gasping at each sting of Frank's hand on his ass. The smacks weren't too hard, painful but pleasurable. But they hadn't reached the perfect balance between pleasure and pain yet, and Gerard was patiently waiting for Frank's hand to come down on him again. 30 seconds went by and then Gerard felt another five sharp stings on his ass, each one slightly more severe than the last. The pain was delicious, going straight to his dick and pressing it harder into Frank's thigh, and yet it was still not enough. He didn't even care if he couldn't come, he just wanted to feel the pain.

"Halfway there, these one's are gonna be slower," Frank said, massaging Gerard's sore ass cheek. He didn't wait for Gerard's response, landing his hand down on Gerard's other ass cheek harder than before. This time, Gerard squeaked and writhed slightly before he received another hard slap. It was definitely getting there now, the sting of Frank's hand feeling divine.

By the time Frank only had five more to go, Gerard was really feeling it. It hurt so bad, but so good too. Maybe he was a masochist, but he didn't care what other people said about him and he knew that it turned Frank on just as much as it did him. He was able to choke out the count for the rest of the numbers, the pleasure-pain searing through him. Finally, it was over and he could breathe again but his cock was achingly hard and he knew he wasn't going to get any relief. When Frank said something, Frank was right. He wasn't going to come tonight; Frank wasn't going to let him and he knew the consequences of breaking that rule. If he came, no sex for a month. He had only broken this rule once, when he hadn't known the consequence and thought he would get some sweet pain and was, in fact, shown the hard way what happens when he breaks a rule.

"I'm going to fuck you, and you're not going to come. Got it?" Frank asked his mouth practically on Gerard's ear, sending shivers all the way through his body. "But I can't figure out which way to fuck you."

"C-can I ride you?" Gerard asked quietly, his face hidden in Frank's thigh.

"Perfect, I can see if you come and I can see your pretty little face," Frank said, pulling Gerard up from his position across his lap and settled him between one of his thighs. "And I can show everyone who you belong to,"

Before Gerard could ask what he meant, Frank surged up and sunk his teeth into Gerard's pale neck. Frank's hands clutched Gerard's hair as he sucked hard, the bite wasn't enough to break the skin, he wasn't a vampire, but it was hard enough to give Gerard another surge of pleasure-pain and for it to leave a very obvious mark that would probably stay on his neck for a few days. Frank pulled away but not entirely, his face was inches away from Gerard's and his eyes were focused on Gerard's. His eyes didn't leave Gerard's until Gerard looked up into Frank's piercing ones. Sometimes Gerard melted at the way Frank looked at him, other times he was intimidated in a good way. This was one of those times.

It didn't last for long though, as Frank moved his face even closer to Gerard's and finally closed the gap. The kiss was quick, a touch of their lips for a lingering few seconds before he quickly bit Gerard's bottom lip and moved away. It was these moments, after a ruthless spanking where the Frank that cared a little too much showed, that Gerard remembered why he loved Frank so much, why he married him.

Frank quickly grabbed the lube off of the bedside table and pulled his dick out of his slacks, not even bothering to take them off. He coated his cock generously and waited for Gerard's nod to enter him, moving his thigh to Frank's other leg. He was stretched enough to not need much prep, but Frank entered him slowly. The stretch burned slightly, but of course, Gerard enjoyed the sting and savoured it before Frank was fully situated inside him. Frank always made him feel so full, it was perfect. Frank thrust slowly at first, making Gerard feel every inch of him.

"Cazzo, ti senti così bene, piccola*," Frank grunted out, the Italian once again making Gerard weak at the knees.

*'Fuck, you feel so good, baby'

Frank's fingers gripped Gerard's waist, hard enough to leave bruises as he picked up his pace. Gerard groaned, unable to keep his noises inside and bit his lip to stop any more coming out. Frank finally set his rhythm, hard and fast the way they both loved, and changed his angle slightly which caused him to hit Gerard's spot perfectly. It made Gerard lose some control and he moaned loudly, his eyes sealed in pleasure.

"There?" Frank asked, driving in faster at the spot and smirked knowing that it was undoing Gerard, causing him to lose almost all control.

"Please can-" Gerard started, his voice hoarse. He knew that his pleas were futile, Frank was adamant and wasn't going to change his mind.

"No," Frank stated and thrust, his pace impossibly fast and wrecking Gerard from the inside out. Both Frank and Gerard were close, but Gerard had enough training to know that he wasn't going to come. Frank, however, hadn't made such promises and stilled deep inside Gerard as he came, the walls of Gerard's ass clenching around him and milking him for all his worth. Gerard longed to feel the same pleasure, but he would get that tomorrow. Over and over again until he can't take it, that's how it worked. Gerard would be deprived of coming one night and the next night he would be coming as many times as Frank could force it out of him. Their record was five, and Frank was still determined to get a higher score.

"Do you think you've learnt your lesson, bellissimo* ?" Frank asked once he had slipped out of Gerard and cleaned him up. He laid Gerard down on the bed, pulling the faux fur blanket over his hips. Frank sat cross-legged behind Gerard and carefully moved his head to lay in his lap. Gerard's eyes were heavy as he gave a tired response.

*'beautiful'

"Oui, Frankie," Gerard answered as he curled up into Frank. Sometimes, the aftercare was his favourite part because he got to curl up to his husband and was cared for, not that he hadn't been cared for before but this was different. Frank's fingers were making delicate circles in his temples, delicate and soft. He was still hard, but the thought was at the back of his mind as he enjoyed being close with Frank. He fell asleep just after feeling Frank's warm lips on his forehead, content and happy.