gutted_gold

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 15:34:56 GMT

The stories in this journal span my writing history. I've written in numerous different fandoms. I will be the first to admit that my earlier works are not all that greatly written, but atleast I've gotten better over the years. I hope you all enjoy and that there will be many stories written in my future.

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 14:38:57 GMT

Title: Missing Pieces
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Summary: A few moments in Jared Leto's mind.
A/N: Inspired by the picture below.

I've been doing it every morning for some time now. It's become part of my routine. I get up, I piss, I wash my face and after drying it off, I always stare into the reflection of my face, my eyes. At first it was just for a few brief seconds, then I'd sigh, or chuckle and walk away. But something has changed. I started staring longer. For a while I didn't know what I was looking for, I just knew I had to find it. I never did. I still haven't, and I still don't know.

It's strange how a little quirk can occupy one's mind, and as much as I tried not to dwell on it, that's exactly what I did. Why did it bother me? What bothered me? And why should I care so much? My life has been going great. My career's a success. Everything is going great for the band and we're getting the respect we deserve, but why this feeling in the back of my mind that there was something off?

I'll admit it. I was born a cynic, and as much as I try and laugh things off and roll with the punches(I do that much more than people give me credit for.), I'm always waiting for the other shoe to hit the floor.

I sigh quietly to myself, my eyes roaming over my face and themselves and have been for several minutes now. I look even duller in my own eyes than I usually do. Empty in a way. My once expressive eyes have seemed to have mastered the art of tucking away all emotion, even from myself.

Maybe I am truly empty at this point. Maybe I have suffered one too many disappointments from an ex or friend or family member, blood or adopted. One two many heart aches from a few other ex's. Perhaps there simply isn't anything left at all any more.

Am I searching for something that doesn't even exist?

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 14:29:18 GMT

Title: Bad Day
Rating: R
Pairing: none
Summary: none to speak of
Warnings: none really
A/N: no names are mentioned, just vague descriptions of the characters, they are who you wish them to be.

This isn't how he planned on ending his day, much less his life. But here he was, tied to a chair with his nose still drooling blood down his lip courtesy of the three men's treatment. The fourth sat calmly behind a stately desk, watching the scene before him. He slowly and casually smoked his cigarette. The green lettering gave it away as a menthol, though he couldn't see well enough to read the brand name.

The fourth. So obviously the leader of this little gang that to ask would be stupid, more so, offending. There are such things a stupid questions. Not only was he the leader, he was not nearly so sweet as his beautiful face suggested. If he'd been a woman, or perhaps even something other than a heartless hitman, our victim would have entertained the idea of picking him up. Soft looking blond curls hung to his shoulders while hard blue eyes reguarded him. A hint of amusement glinted in them as his subordinants backed away. This is the price you pay for knowing too much. For being too good at covering your bosses tracks and never covering your own. For putting your trust in the hands of criminals. The feds were hot on his trail and it was almost a blessing he'd die tonight and not be raped in prison.

He coughs a little on the blood running down his throat, watching the blond man sit forward slightly in his chair, leaning against his arms. His honey voice coming out slowly and quietly.

"You have a few option before you, it seems. But I assure you they're all going to lead to the same inevitable conclusion." He smiles softly, pausing. His victim foolishly speaking up.

"And those are?" he croaks, coughing again. The blond only laughs softly, looking around at his amused cohorts as he snuffs out the finished stick.

"Well you can tell us what we want to know, or you can't." He sits back, lighting another cigarette from a hidden pack in his white coat jacket. There wasn't a speck of blood on him, unlike his associates.

"Oh? Easy way and hard way huh?"

"Exactly. Now I can spare you the details, or I can go ahead and tell you, it's up to you." He smirks, taking a long drag, reguarding the victim closely.

"Tell me." A spark of defiance rises in the victim's chest. He doesn't wish to be so quietly snuffed out like the succession of cancer-sticks raising to the leader's mouth over and over again.

The blond only laughs softly, licking over his flushed lips. They looked like they'd been locked in a violent kiss some minutes before. A quick look around showed that one of his goons showed the same evidence. Interesting.

"So...This is what's going to happen to you. We're going to torture you,...terribly." He speaks calmy, his hands moving dramatically as he does so, emphasing the words more. "And after we've got all that we want out of you, we're going to kill you. However, if you go ahead and cough up the info now, you're death will be quick and easy. I'll have one of the boys put a bullet in the back of your head and it'll be over. But, either way, you're not going to ever leave this office alive."

He smiles sweetly at the bound man, showing no remorse or any inkling of nerves toward his imminent demise. That little spark of rebellion was quickly squashed when the blond began to speak again in harsh frankness. "After we kill you, ofcourse, we are going to yank out whatever teeth that are left in your head and smash them to bits. Then we're going to decapitate you and dismember your body. You're limbs, torso and head will be scattered along the scarcely travled highways of atleast three or four different states. In the event that you happen to have any surgical plates and or pins in your body, you will be boiled down and your bones ground to dust and mixed in with the chicken feed in the barn. I do sorely hope you don't have any of those, cause that's awful lot of work and we don't know anyone with a pig farm."

He pauses again, taking a long drag off his cigarette before continuing on in a soft, almost hushed voice. "Reguardless of everything that happens tonight, two things are for sure. You are going to die, and the four of us are going to eradicate both your body and your personal identity..... Now...are there any questions?"

The victim swollows down the blood in his throat, shaking his head dumbly.

The blond man smiles cheerfully, stabbing out his cigarette. "Great! Let's get started!"

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 14:26:37 GMT

Title: Untitled
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Open
Warnings: None
A/N: short, sweet.

It's a marvel to watch the little beads of water skim down his skin. Long expanses of creamy white skin curving up into slender hips and a gentle waist. He's changed so much since I last saw him bare like this. If it weren't for his stronge shoulders and muscular back, I may mistake him for a tall and healthy set woman.

His skin is the same though, still the baby smooth silk against my own. His eyes still the vibrant green, looking up at me as adoringly as the first time I claimed his body as my own. Those sweet and pink lips caress over my own. His light stubble running against mine. I sigh quietly as my hands slide down his chest.

How I ever breathed without him is beyond me. I sustained myself on being his friend, his confidant, but that's never been enough for either of us. To have the privilege of wrapping my arms around his body is heaven itself. I can feel the raised scratches I carved into his back last night. I know they're stinging under the hot spray. If this were about anything else, I'd turn him around and lick over them, but this nude closelessness is about nothing else than what it is. Holding him to me, rejoycing in the permission to be this close to him again.

I pull back from him slowly and reach for the shampoo bottle. He smiles at me softly as I fill my palm and rub them together. His eyes slip shut as I slide my fingers through his hair, working the soap through the short strands. It's a wonder they're still so soft after all he put it through. I love the gently sounds held in his throat in response to my massaging fingertips.

This is worship and he pays me the same reverence. Gentle kisses melt into deep ones, long and slow. A soapy cloth slides down my skin, not being shy about where it roams, and as jaded as I am, I still blush at the loving action.

Worship is another word for intimacy. Dutifully performing an act out of love. And sometimes your most intimate times come in the shower. To not only wash the filth and grime off another's body, but to eagerly do so, is love.

His gaze is fixed on me as I look up into his face. I've cried so much already. No more tears. I can only smile in true happiness now.

He's mine again and forever this time.

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 14:21:08 GMT

Title: The Unknown
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ray Toro/open
Summary: A Jersey cop meets a stunning stranger.
Warnings: brief but explicit het.
A/N: No second party beta

The officer sat back in his seat. The radio was turned down to just above hearing. He'd been sitting there for almost 9 hours and still nothing. Stakeouts were the worst part of being a cop, at least to him it was, though the rush of adrenaline he got when chasing down a perp was amazing. Almost as good as sex. Oh sex, don't think that man. It's been too long. You hear your buddies on the force talking about fucking some hot chick or the rough sex they have with their girlfriends, and you wish just for once you could say the same.
But things are different when you'd rather be stroking a cock than fingering a pussy. He groaned again, just thinking about touching another man's cock was enough to make his own stiffen. Thankfully his buddy was sound asleep in the seat next to him. He sighed out, licking over his plump lips and closed his eye for a moment, the dead silence settled in around him and he relaxed slightly. Just enough to make him nearly piss himself when the radio crackled to life. He picked up the other end and asked for a repeat of what was said. Just a check in, but this time he smiled gratefully when his boss said to call off the watch for the night and head home. His partner stirred awake as the conversation ended, yawning loudly.
"Bout time that shithead told us to leave, surprised those little punks haven't come out to shoot us for being out here." The man grumbled, his partner sipping at his long cold coffee and scratching his blonde head. He started the car and slowly pulled out, repeating the prayers he always did when they were leaving a stake out.
"Man shut up, you know I don't know that Spanish shit." His partner smiled, poking fun of is Hispanic ancestry. "This is America you know. And you do know what language we speak here, right?"
He chuckled softly, knowing the joke but still he let the man continue. "What's that Bob?"
The blonde man smiled widely, "Why we speak American of course. Most people think it's English, but are we in England?"
"No Bob we're not in England." He laughed tiredly.
"Exactly. People from England speak English and people from American speak
American....with of course the regional dialects." He smiles, shrugging. They were both so
tired at that point is was a wonder he made it to Bob's house. The kitchen light was on and
upon glancing at the dashboard clock he saw that it was 6:42. Bob's wife Christi was up and
getting ready for work. They said their good byes, only after he talked Bob out of forcing him inside for some fresh coffee. He was way too tired and far too horny to want to watch Bob and Christi kissing, even if it were just a short kiss hello. He pulled away, waving again and finally headed home.
He sat for a minute in his car, sighing softly, cursing the fact that there wasn't a warm body waiting for him in his queen sized bed. Not anymore at least. Finally, he shut off the engine and got out. Instantly the cold New Jersey air rushed around him. With shaking hands he lit a cigarette in hopes of getting at least a little warm as he hurried inside, knowing the inside of the building would be nearly as cold as the out, just minus the howling wind, which was cut off by the slamming door. He shivered all over, climbing the stairs quickly and thinking about a hot shower and a long nap. He had to be at his parents house that afternoon to help set up the Christmas tree. It was still 2 weeks off, but his older brother was home from his service in the army and they didn't want to wait any longer. He smiled at the thought of seeing his brother again. It'd been almost 4 years since he had been sent off. He hadn't even joined the force yet, and he'd barely gotten out of college. He wondered how much his brother had changed.
How haunted would his eyes look when he laughed in joy? He pushed those thoughts aside, he didn't want to imagine the horrors he'd chosen not see, at least on foreign soil. Newark had it's own brand of violence, especially these recent years. Maybe that's why he left? Maybe it wasn't the constant hours you were gone, you're obsessive compulsion to bring down the bad guy? No, you can fool yourself all you want. You know he left because you couldn't take fessing up to your parents that he wasn't just a friend, that he didn't sleep in the extra bedroom.
He closed his door, leaning against it. It'd been almost a year since his lover had taken off. Sometimes he'd close his eyes and if he listened hard enough he could hear Adam's slippers on the floor as he shuffled down the hall to meet him at the door. Giving him that sleepy smile, his hands tucked under his robed arms as he shivered slightly. Old buildings never seemed warm enough in the harsh New Jersey winter. This time though, all he could hear was the distant creak and groan of the bed upstairs.
He pushed off the door and wondered into his room, laying back on his bed, right under the bed upstairs. He whined softly as he could hear the loud screams of pleasure. Frankie was home, and he had a friend with him. He just sighed and turned on the radio and turned it up, stripping down and getting under the covers. He hoped that the ice cold cotton was enough to get rid of his hard on, but alas it wasn't. The heater had kicked in and the temperature was steadily rising. That and the screams from above was enough to get him hot and bothered.
His legs kicked the covers back, leaving his hardened shaft sticking straight upwards. Sitting up he dug under the bed in search of another bob. He laughed and cringed at the thought, but really couldn't be bothered by it as he was steadily coating the toy in a layer of lubricant. the rest of which was slowly rubbed over his aching cock. His eyes shut again and he lay back on the bed. One hand slowly stroked his shaft as the other brought the toy down and slowly pushed the rubber toy into him. He sighed softly in pleasure, enjoying the stretching and feeling of being full. He was good at doing two things at once, so within just a few minutes he was panting and sweating, thrusting the fake cock into him as he jerked his cock harder. He smirked at the obscene sound the lube and his skin made as well as the low hum filling the air.
He cried out a little louder as the tip pushed into his spot, his body pushing back hard and within a few moments, his cock was spurting hot cum up onto his belly and his chest as he bit his lip to keep from screaming. He went from taunt as a bow string to as limp as a wet noodle the toy sliding out of him and almost feeling like a real cock. He sighed and reached down to turn it off and lay for a few moments in silence. He felt more alone than he usually did. He didn't bother cleaning up, the sheets needed washing anyways. He just covered back up and passed out quickly.
A few hours later, he was whining and turning over as his phone rang loudly next to his head. It probably wasn't even noon yet and his mother was calling him already. Sure enough it was her cheerful voice that greeted him. Telling him to great dressed and hurry over, his brother was there and they wanted to get started. He hurriedly got rid of her and got up, stumbling around the room as he pulled some clothes on and left quickly.
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The next few weeks flew by. He barely spent any time at his place any more, most nights he just fell to sleep on his parents couch before getting up and going to work, or going out to the bars with his brother, hitting on pretty girls and making out with them in the corners. He even got drunk enough to let one girl suck him off in the car, before climbing into his lap, fucking herself on his cock. He wasn't sober enough to be repulsed by the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down, in fact he rather enjoyed it, gripping them tightly as he flipped them over, thrusting even harder into her tiny body, even reaching down to rub at her slick and sticky clit, making her cum quickly, her body pulsing around him and forcing him to spasm and cum into her body. A few drunken smiles and kisses later and she got out, disappearing back inside the club, leaving him panting in the back seat, nearly oblivious to what he'd just done.
But his brother's visit was quickly over and he went back to the routine of going to work and going home to and empty house. It was on one of his off nights that he decided to go out to eat. There was little in his fridge to eat and he didn't want another sandwich. He ended up walking down the street to a little corner diner. The meal was okay, but at least the diner waswarm and dry. He left full but was not looking forward at all to going home. The streets were dark and foggy and virtually deserted. His ears perked at the sound of someone else walking on the side walk ahead. It sounded like a pair of hard-soled booted clicking on the cement. The stride was quick and purposeful, but slowed quickly when he came out of the shadows under the street light. His eyes all but raked over the other man, in the short black hair, the nearly white skin, brilliant green eyes. The roamed down his tall body donned in a pricey suit, obviously cut for a woman, but they hugged his gentle curve perfectly. The wine red collared shirt suited his skin perfectly. But his eyes were draw to the old brilliantly decorated cross around the man's neck. His cheeks blushed when he realized that he was staring at a complete stranger. But he looked up at the man's face again, rather pleased that he was smiling back at him.
His heart sped up as he realized he wasn't the only one staring and admiring. The man's bottom lip was caught between his teeth. The were plump but not too big for his face, and painted a beautiful red. He was astutely dressed, and obviously wealthy. But he didn't seem mind his counterpart's blue jeans and faded t-shirt.
They stood for a few moments looking each other over, before he smiled, looking into the man's eyes and motioning for him to follow. A moment passed as the beautiful man obviously weighed out the possibilities in his mind, leaving him to wonder if he was too forward. They, after all, had not even said hello to one another. But with a soft blush and a shy smile he nodded and stepped forward, taking the other's hand, and allowed himself to be led to the apartments nearby.
Neither spoke, or really acknowledged the other. Each lost in his own disbelief of what he as doing. But it was too late to call if off, the door closed and locked. He pushed the beautiful man slowly and gently against the door, kissing his sweet lips slow, but deeply. A gentle smile spread over the each man's mouth as the other pulled him close, hands roaming where their had minutes before. The first vocalizations came from the beautiful man's lips as the others trailed down his neck, followed by teeth just barely biting the flesh.
A soft giggle came from both as he took the man's hands and pulled him to his bedroom all but tossing him on to the bed. The beautiful man laughed louder, shrugging off his jacket and kicked off his shoes. The other man smiled, crawling onto his bed and slowly up between the beauty's legs, laying against his body as they caught one another lips in a slow, deep kiss.
Pants and slacks where undone and slowly shrugged off. The soft but strong hand of the beautiful man rubbed over the slim hips of the man, sliding over his firm ass. He giggled at the soft moan it earned him, lifting his chin up for another slow kiss. The man pulled away after a few moments, looking down at the beauty laying out on his bed, naked save for the wine red shirt still clinging gently on his shoulders. His eyes flickered up to his face, as if to ask if this was what the beautiful man wanted. He was answered with a soft blush and a gentle nod. He smiled back at the beauty and leaned down, kissing him slowly as he kicked off his pants and boxers completely and slowly pushed the shirt off the other's shoulders.
He nearly spoke to tell the man how gorgeous he was, but caught himself, knowing that it would break the fragile quiet and calm between them. His hands trailed down the man's hips and over his thighs, moaning softly at how willingly they opened up for him. He smiled wicked and leaned down to lick over the man's sac gently and slowly, earning him a gasp and struggled moan. A sound he was quickly growing addicted to. His tongue snaked out again and drug slowly up his stiff shaft before him, taking the large head into his mouth without a second thought and sucked hungrily at it. He was starved he realized. Desperate for any kind of feeling of another man. Just sucking at the beauty's cock was enough to make his own ache and throb. The pants and loud moans filling the air were steadily getting louder and more desperate, telling him that the man was close. Good he thought, he was dying to swallow the beauty's cum down his throat. And within moments he was doing just that. The beautiful man arched up gracefully off the bed, spilling his lust into the other's waiting mouth. He fell back panting and whining, his whole body flushed. The man sat up smiling happily and licking his swollen lips, rubbing his hands over the beauty's body, gently playing with his now flaccid cock.
The man chuckled softly and rolled the beauty over, if it were about love he'd want to see his face, but at that moment all he cared about was watching his cock disappearing into the beautiful man's body. He smiled as he was turned over, getting obediently onto his knees and resting his head on the pillows, leaving his ass in the air. The man resisted the urge to slap it hard, he decided instead to gently run his fingers down his cleft and gently pull his cheek apart revealing the soft and delicate ring of flesh to him. The one just smiled wider still and leaned down, licking lightly over the flesh just once, giggling as the beauty jumped a little at the unexpected action. He pulled away, reaching under the bed for the bottle of lubricate there. A cold dribble of the liquid made him jump again and giggling softly. The giggle quickly turned into a moan as the other man's fingers pushed slowly into him.
He bit his lip, squeezing slightly at the intrusion. But the fingers remained gentle, caressing his inner walls slowly and lightly pressing into his gland, which only reduced the beauty down to a mess of moans and made him push back desperately on the other man's fingers, silently begging to be filled with his impressive cock. But he was forced to wait a few moments more until the long fingers where gently pulled from him and he felt his cheeks being spread apart again.
It was one of his favorite parts honestly, the few moments before being filled, when just the tip of his partner's cock gently nudged and teased his hole. He mewled out softly as the other man did just that, rubbing his slicked head gently over the beauty's entrance, waiting till he was again begging. Finally he relented and slowly forced himself inside, both moaning out at the same time. One at the sensation of being stretched and filled so deeply, the other moaning out at the tight velvety walls clenching around his cock.
Neither moved for a few moments, each composing himself before the beautiful man couldn't wait any longer, gently rocking against the man's hips, tearing a long moan from him. The other man simply held the beauty's hip loosely, allowing him to move freely back and forth on his cock. Biting his lip he looked down watching the sight of his length being so willingly accepted. But he loved being in control and he certainly wanted to control his lover now. His grip tightened, stilling the beauty's movements and allowing him to set his own deep pace into the body before him. Though his thrusts remained gentle at first, the where steady and deep, driving to the hilt each time. The beautiful man could only pant and cry out as he body was used so completely for the other's pleasure, he'd never felt so disarmed. But he loved it, loved being controlled.
And as much as he never wanted it to end, he was pleased as the cock driving into him began jabbing harder and rougher. He gasps and cried out as the other man gripped his hairin both hands, using it as leverage to fuck him deep and hard. All the gentleness and tenderness they had shared earlier was gone now, replaced by a hot animalistic roughness.
The man was shocked at himself, he was rarely this way with a lover, but he couldn't help but hope to hurt the beauty before him as he stabbed his cock into the man's body. Moans and the steady sound of sweaty flesh slapping together filled the air. The bed rocked hard and banged against the wall, no doubt enraging his neighbors. The beautiful man did nothing to stop the roughness, in fact he could only push back harder, gripping the bars of the head board and biting the pillows as he screamed out in bliss. Screams that only got louder as he hardened shaft was gripped tight by the other man's rough hand, being stroked in the same rough and harsh manner as the cock jabbing into him.
The other man could no longer keep his eye on the sight before him, his face pressing into the other's back. So caught up we he that he barely noticed the taste of blood on his mouth as his bit into the beauty's shoulder. The taste only furthered his lust, making him change his thrusts, craving the throaty moans he knew he could receive with just a slight flick of his hips. The beautiful man let go of the pillow and threw his head back as he screamed loudly, his gland now being harshly beaten with he tip of the other man's cock. His nails clawed at the sheets and he screamed in pleasure, the other man crying out just as loud as the tight tunnel surrounding him was getting tighter and harder to fuck.
He was brutally forcing his cock into his lover's entrance, but it was all becoming to much for him. A fact shared by the beauty. Within a few more thrust and movements of the man's hand he was cumming again, screaming for his life as he ripped the sheets and savagely spearing himself on the man's hard and waiting shaft. The other man howled with lust his cock hugged so tightly it was pulled each time the beauty moved off it, bringing him off just seconds later and earning him one last brutal jab as the man buried himself completely in his body, his cock spurting the messy strings of cum into his body.
He winced as it stung his battered walls, but at the same time moaned at the hot wetness filling every crease. They both stayed still for several long moments, each panting hard. And neither opening their eyes. Finally when both had calmed sufficiently, the man slid his softened cock gently out of the beautiful man's body and gently laid him down, holding him close and covering the both as the shivered slightly.
They still remained silent. It was obvious that neither had ever had sex like that with anyone else. Words at that point were pointless and even taboo. They instead yawn sleepily and cuddled together, drifting off to sleep, Neither hearing the loud banging on the front door by one very tired and highly enraged neighbor.

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 14:15:32 GMT

Title: The Damned (Final part in The Priest Series)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Frank/Gerard, Frank/Quinn(only mentioned), Gerard/boy of your choice.
Summary: "Vengence is mine" sayth the wronged...
Warnings: Rape, pedophilia, underage sex, extreme violence, oh AND sacrilege!

I walked down the long dark corridor on my way to the priest's chambers. My eyes well adjusted to the low amount of light. I could smell the distant burning of apple wood. The priest here was a devil himself. More so than myself. He was a lech and a pedophile. How many boys here had felt his length thrust into there innocent bodies? That's impossible to know. I doubt even he does, but I know he doesn't care.

I know because I fell pray to his lusts myself when I was a child. He'd toyed with my at first, molesting me to the point of causing me to orgasm, and then he'd always have me do the same to him. I still woke in the deep night tasting his semen on my tongue, not like my lover's taste at all... I was still a child when he coerced me into letting him take me virginity. I still remember every detail.

I was 15 years old at the time. He'd been playing with me for more than a year at that point and I could feel the time drawing nearer. He was sat back in his plush chair with his cock out and his legs spread. I was between them on my knees, diligently sucking his sac as I stroked him in my hand. I hated doing it. I hating even more how my body loved it. Wicked though he was, he was a highly skilled lover and I always came despite my heart's protest. His fingers lazily played with my hair and he gently pulled my head up and forced my mouth down and over his large shaft. I knew what to do at the point. Suck slowly and rub at his base and sac till he spilled down my throat. But that night was different.

He was getting close and forced me off before it was too late. I chewed at my lip, fearing what he was about to say. He said nothing but instead pulled my naked body into his lap, kissing at my mouth slowly as his hands slid up my thighs. I shivered slightly as he did, and moaned out as he slipped his fingers into my body again for the second time that night. He'd taken lately to putting them into me, simulating the thrusting motions that I would soon learn for real. My insides were still slick and heated, and the sensation of his probing digits always delighted me. Within moments I found myself pushing back on them, wanting them deeper inside me. He laughed softly and simply rubbed at my gland inside. I knew it was there cause I'd felt it inside the ass of another boy. He'd brought one with him one night, and had told us to do everything to one another except enter eachother with our cocks.

He'd watched from his chair, his little puppet Michael bobbing his head slowly in his lap the whole time. I couldn't help but squeel in delight as I came each time. But my cock only ached the worst when I watched Michael climb into his lap and sink his ass over the Father's erection, fucking himself savagely on it. The boy had been behind me at the time, nearly his whole hand was in me thrusting hard and deep as he sucked at my sac and jerked at my own cock. To this day, I have yet to come harder.

But the night I first felt the Father inside me was one of horror and pain, not the debauched lust I had with Quinn. He was sucking at my neck, fucking me hard with his fingers, but still teasing me. That's when my body made a grave mistake.

"M..More..please more..." I begged breathlessly. He smiled in delight and pulled them out and stood up. I looked at him in confusion as he sat me down and turned me to face the desk.

"Lay down over it and I'll give you more." He cooed, being foolish and nieve I nodding and bent over the cool wooded desk and spread my legs for him. He kissed down my spine and pressed against me, his cock rubbing over my own as well as my sac. I stupidly purred in delight. My body pushed against his in pleasure, craving more. I felt his crown, rub up my shaft and over my swollen sac. rubbing up the strip of skin and all the way up to my loosened hole. My eyes flew open as I felt the weeping head of his cock rubbing at me slowly. His hands gripped my hips tightly and I wasn't able to stop the mewl of pleasure he was giving me.

But the pleasure soon ended as he started to push against me harder. I whined out loudly, my muscles not quite giving yet. It burned horribly but he wouldn't relent until they finally gave out and were wrenched open by his large tip. I cried out as he sank deep into me, not stopping till I felt his belly rest against my bottom. I was gasping for air, my body spasming around the intruding appendage. He only moaned happily and after he was ready, began to pull out slowly only to push back in rough and deep. My own erection was deminished, flapping limply as he took my last scrap of innocence. Not even when he thrust into my spot did it return. For the first time in all our encounters, I found no pleasure in what he was forcing on me. I merely lay there and followed his orders. He didn't care what I was feeling, the only other sound I made since my first cry of pain, was a scream of agony as his seed flooded my raw and battered walls. I thought I was dying, and I hoped that I would.

But I didn't. Instead I got used to this aspect of abuse and in time learned to enjoy it. For years I was one his "lovely boys." His little sect of beauties that he either fucked on cue or had us have wanton orgies together. I still remember the nights of going from boy to boy, fucking and getting fucked wildly, being covered in bruises, scratches and semen by the end of the night. I'd limp for days afterwards.

Then it came. My emanicaption day. My eightteenth birthday. The day on which I could decide to remain in the church and continue on to become a priest, or return to my family a fine and educated young man. I ofcourse chose the latter. My mother's tearful hello was enough to make me sob in more than joy. My family was very poor, which meant that they couldn't afford visits. I hadn't seen them in years and I knew they found me deeply changed, though I found them just the same. It was in my very village that I found my lover, and the boy I'd run away with to the big city where we could live together in love and happiness. But hard times came and I was forced to turn to theft to feed us. Both of us finding ourself in a society of gangs and thieves.
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I stood outside his door, hearing the moans coming from within. He wouldn't be the first I killed. That was the little boy that came upon us as our gang robbed the lord's house. I hadn't even thought of it. He was dead by my knife before he could even blink.

Nor was he my second. That was the little whore that we'd grabbed and dragged into the alleyways in celebration of our biggest gain yet. A simple gang rape turned into a heated orgy much like I'd had in the church. And at the end of it all I stalked up to her as she began to scream and try to run for her life. I caught her quickly and slit her bruised throat.

He was to be my nineteenth killing. And he'd be my favorite. I liked to kill, just like he liked to rape and destroy. I did both. I felt no guilt in coming here to kill him. I wanted to do it slow and painful. Perhaps I'd fuck him to the hilt of my razorlike blade and let him bleed to death. But I knew just how I wanted to do it.

I silently opened the heavy door and snuck into the outer chamber. The only light was a bright beam of candle like coming from the keyhole and all around the finely crafted door frame. I knelt down and peered into the small keyhole, looking in straight away at the sight inside. He was laying on his back, a tiny boy no more than 14 was straddling his lap, riding him hard and slow. He head was thrown back in lust as the Father brought him up and down his shaft slowly. The boy purred and stroked his erection with the slow pace. I smirked knowing I'd have to have some of that beauty myself. I dug out my picking tools from my pocket and quickly slipped the latch and quietly slipped inside, melting into the shadows. My searching hand felt around till I found what I sought, a heavy statue of our Holy Mother setting on the shelf just as it had when I'd been fucked in that very bed.

I gripped her head tightly and pounced quickly striking the Father over the head.

By the time he came to, he was tied securely to the frame and the boy lay over the desk, lustfully taking my cock into his body. The Father growled angrily as I made his little toy shake and come forefully at my actions. I laughed and let him go. He only giggled and sank to the floor. I stalked back to my prisoner and stood over his face, stroking my cock slowly until I myself reached my peak, showering his face in my hot thick seed. He shook and looked disgusted as it leaked into his mouth. I laughed softly and sat down on his chest telling the boy to come and finish the Father off for the last time. He giggled again and climbed backwards onto the priests cock, fucking himself roughly on the man's cock until the priest could take no more and arched up, fighting his bonds as he spilled into the moaning boy.

I liked this boy. He greedily kissed my mouth and pressed against me for more, only backing away when I told him that I would take him again after I was finished with the Father. He smiled wickedly and nodded, going to sit in the Father's plush chair. His ass leaking semen all over the velvet cushion. He only shrugged and added an innocent "oops" and curled up to watch me.

"I know you..." The Father began, looking fearful but at the same time enraged. "Frankie?...."

I laughed, leaning down to lick over his creamy lips. "Mmmm yes... I've come back for you."

His brows furrowed in confusion which only made me laugh more. "Come back? What do you mean?"

"I've come to repay your for all the years you gave me here." I whispered seductively. He foolishly smiled, thinking I'd come back for dirty sex. I smirked and slipped down his body, kissing over his chest and knelt over his legs. He was getting hard again as I slid my bottom over his cock and settled, my cock resting against his. He moaned, pushing his hips against mine, making us rub together. I purred back at him. rubbing my heavy sac against his, loving how hot he was.

But all lust left his eyes as I raised my blade up over his body and drug the flat of the cold metal over his heart. He choked, begging suddenly to be let go. A begging victum always excited me and this was no exception. He screamed as I made the first slice into him. It was deep and with in moments his hot blood was flowing down. I hacked and cut in further and further,untill I was looking in on his bare and pounding heart. Just as I suspected. It was as black and as shriveled as it'd been on all my dreams. He was still alive ofcourse, screaming in agony, the tiny boy looked on in drunken facination, stroking his shaft with zeal. I laughed at the sight and turned back to the doomed man.

"A devil such as you has no need for a heart, does he?" I whispered as my dagger sliced through the first artery. Bright red blood gushed out and filled his chest, I slowly cut every attachment his body had to the withered muscle and stood up, clutching it in my hands, going to the small alter of to the christ child and lay it down inside the fine golden cup. The blood seeped out of the twitching thing and filled the bowl as I kneeled before the cross and waved the boy over. He knelt beside me and we joined hands and prayed. For forgiveness and for all his victums. I crossed myself and kisses the boys plump lips and stood again. I turned to face the dead man on the bed. His eyes stared back at mine in terror.

"You will haunt the steps of innocence no more." I told him softly and stalked toward the door. The boy followed me out, stark naked and shivering. He didn't say a word though as we stepped into the warm night and traveled the hours to my hiding place, where I kept my promise to him in satisfying his nearly incaragable lust.

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 13:57:47 GMT

Title: Lech (Part 2 in The Priest Series)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Summary: Gerard finds a new toy.
Warnings: Rape, pedophilia, allusions to orgies of underage boys
A/N: No beta

I sighed as I looked into the mirror, fixing my collar. It felt tighter that morning, almost as tight as my trousers. But it usually was on days like today, when I'd lay out my plans. I know it's wrong, but I don't care. I lost my faith years ago, being a priest is just a convient way to pray to another god. The god of lust and debauchery. He was the one that sent me such beauties to defile. And I did so avidly, I don't force them, merely seduce them into allowing me to take control of them. I've only raped a few boys after losing patience. But that only holds a completely different pleasure. I wasn't fond of it myself, I enjoyed the subtle games of munipulation.

My partner, on the other hand, thrilled in the agony the boys went through with being beaten and brutally robbed of their virginity. I usually watched, laughing softly at their patheic attempts to make him stop. But they always gave up when he forced his massive cock into them. A cock that I had the honor of worshipping nearly every night. I could almost feel it in me right then. the previous night had been amazing. My little prodigy Michael was coming along nicely. He was my little slave and was every bit eager to let us do as we please with him. He was so talented with all that we'd taught him. Especially in seducing the young boys and girls that came to the church for confession. He didn't care really. I created a monster when I took him, he let anyone fuck him. The old perverted men loved him. But his favorite game was to let a middle aged working man let his lust get the best of him and he'd let himself be forced into the vestry, the very place I first took him. Only now he'd fight them and make them work for it, moaning and crying out loudly as they roughly forced their weeping cocks into him before "giving up" and letting them fuck him as they wished, which was my cue to step in looking for him and discover my poor alter boy being savagely raped of his innocence by some vagrant!

I loved it. They never did anything but beg to be let go and it kept quiet. He'd pretend to lay in the floor and cry as I forced the evil men to suck my cock, something none of them ever seemed to have done.

I laughed softly, looking at myself in the mirror. "You're going straight to hell, Way, and you couldn't care less." A soft knock interrupted my thoughts and I moved away from the mirror to the door and slowly opened it up. I smiled softly as I looked down on the young boy. He was the newest to the church, having come a few months ago. I'd be steadily working on seducing him since then. I was quite sure he'd seen me and my lover, Father Armstrong, together one night. Though I must make clear that my lover and my partner in this lechery were not the same man. My partner was a deceptively kind looking man. Father Toro. He was my new god, and I worshipped him with great ferver. They were my two great loves, though William had no knowledge of my activies or the fact I was involved with Raymond. But that's not important now.

I smiled down at Franklin, or Frankie as I'd taken to calling him and opened my door wider. "Hello Frankie, what can I do for you?" He blushed slightly, he'd confessed to me unknowingly that a man in the congragation made his heart pound just at the sound of his thick accent. I chuckled softly and waved him in.

"I must speak with you sir, I....I'm having a major crisis." He spoke shyly as always. I sat behind my desk and motioned for him to sit as well. It must have been serious to him to go to a priest and not confession.

"What is it, my child? You seem deeply concerned with this." He nodded, biting his lip and looking at his hands.

"I'm afraid of the things I've been thinking in my head."

I leaned forward on my elbows nodding slowly. "What kind of things?"

He sniffled a little, scared that I was going to be angry with what he was about to tell me. "I've been having very inpure thoughts lately, Father. I can't stop it. I want to, but I can't stop thinking about it." He flushed brightly and shook a little, wrigging his hands. I slipped out of my chair and came around to kneel infront of him.

"What is it, Frankie? I can't help you if I don't know what it is." I cupped his face gently, looking into his watery eyes.

"It's...It's Michael." He started biting his lip more. "I saw him....saw him with another of the alter boys. They were kissing and touching each other in places they shouldn't ever! They were having sex, Father!" He shook crying more now. I sighed softly. Michael had branched out on his own now huh? Honestly the thought delighted me, but it was obviously destressing to Frankie.

"Shhh child, it's alright, don't be upset. We've talked about this before have we not?"

"Well yes Father...You told me that it was okay...." He blushed looking down. "But shouldn't do that Father. They shouldn't defile eachother like that?"

"What did you see exactly?" He looked up at me in horror, scared to tell me, but nodded looking down again.

"They were in the communal showers. I'd gone in to bathe after working in the gardens. Both of them were naked and rubbing against eachother, moaning and kissing eachother. I know shouldn't have watched, but I couldn't look away. Matthew sank down to his knees and....he..." He stopped, shaking more. I could see he was aroused by the memory of it and could barely deal with the thought. I rubbed his shoulder gently.

"It's okay. That's why such acts are so sinful, because they tempt the innocent. It's okay if you are aroused by what you saw, it's natural to have desires, we just have to control ourselves." I spoke softly and he nodded slight before continued.

"Matthew let Michael put his penis into his mouth...I don't know why, but Michael really seemed to have liked it cause he was asking Matthew to suck him harder." I nearly lost it right there. This boy was completely innocent, more so than Michael was and I could see that it'd be far more fun to fuck with his head and torture him with guilt. "He was moaning and panting and then he pulled his penis out of Matthew's mouth and all this white creamy stuff came shooting out of it and hit Matthew in the face." I couldn't help but smile, glad that he couldn't see me. "The water washed it away but Matthew seemed to like it and he stood up again, kissing Michael hard again. I feel so bad...I don't know what that were doing but my penis was so stiff and it hurt so bad!"

My hands continued to rub at his back, only lower now. "Did you touch yourself to make it better?"

He nodded, looking ashamed. "Yes Father. I rubbed it until it felt like I would never breathe again and my hand was suddenly covered in the same white stuff.."

I chuckled softly, rubbing just above the curve of his bottom. "It's called semen. It comes out of you when you have an orgasm." I explained gently.

"But it's bad that I touched myself, right?" His innocent eyes looked up at me.

"No. Some people think so, but I think it's a way of controlling our urges. It is afterall human desire to want to have sex with others, but we in the religious order must be above them right?"

"Yes Father, we must be pure so that we can show them how to be."

"Then we ourselves must be in control of our lusts. If you repent and ask for forgiveness from the Lord, then there is nothing wrong with masterbation."

He nodded biting his lip more. "But they were having sex....I think atleast.."

"You think?"I smiled softly, rubbing at his hip now.

"Matthew made Michael turn around and lean against the wall...and he...he " He blushed brightly, looking down, his cock must have been throbbing by then. "He pulled Michael's buttocks apart and pushed his cock...well...he put it inside Michael's bottom!" He looked at me desperately, continuing despite the need in his voice. "Then he started humping him hard! They looked like two animals breeding, except they were both boys...and Michael just moaned and begged Matthew to do it harder and to make it hurt even!"

"Shhh Frankie..You're gonna upset yourself." I cooed, rubbing my hand over his neck slowly, my other hand rubbing at his inner thigh now. Oh it was so hot and inviting. "That's how two men have sex. One man puts his penis into the other anus."

"But that's wrong! It's unnatural and it'd hurt! But Michael loved it, so much that he was touching his penis again and he even reached back and grabbed at Matthew's testicles!" I couldn't hold back a little laugh that time.

"Calm down, Frankie. What they did is between them and the Lord." I whispered, letting my fingers, brush his raging cock. He gasped hard, flushing deeply as he looked at me in fear. My own erection was obvious through my pants.

"Father?..."

"Yes, my dear?" I smiled, touching it more directly now.

"I...You shouldn't touch me like that..." He said softly, even though his hips bucked against my gentle rubbing.

"But I just told you, it's okay touch yourself, and it feels good to be touched by someone else right?" He just nodded, blusing brightly. Oh Way, you're so twisted, I laughed at myself.

"Yes Father, it feels so good..." His eyes fell shut and I took the opportunity to undo his trousers and gently pull his cock through the zipper. My mouth watered at the size and beauty of it. He blushed, biting his lip. "Would you....touch me some more?...It felt so good." He asked shyly, and I smiled nodding my head and gently gripped him stroking up his impressive shaft. He was only 14 too, he had a little more growing to do still. He was panting and layed back in the chair, bucking his hips uncontrolably into my hand.

The poor thing didn't last long though, his young body lost it's fight to hold on as he gasped loudly and spurted up over my hands and up onto his shirt. I delighted in the sight and couldn't help sneaking a taste of his sweet cum. He slumped back as I stood up, undoing my pants and let them fall down. holding onto the back of the chair as I stroked myself furiously. He squeaked as his eyes opened, to find my cock only inches from his face. He smiled shyly at me and gently reached forward to touch the very tip of my cock.

"You don't have to Frankie..."

"But it felt so good when you touched me... I want you to feel good too..." He blushed as he took my cock out of my hands and used both sweaty hands to stroke me slowly. I wanted to push it into his mouth, but that would have to wait for later. If I was lucky I'd get to cum onto his face.

"Am I doing good, Father?" He bit his lip, the blush still tinting his cheeks. I nodded, gripping the chair tighter.

"Oh yes my dear, very good..." I was panting, I was so close. He moaned softly and took one hand of me. I looked down to see it stroking his re-hardened cock. I smiled and began to thrust into his hand, fucking his fist hard and fast, pushing his hand closer to his lips everytime, till I was nudging his lips with my tip everytime I thrust forward. He tried to push me back but I was too strong and eventually forced my cock right past his lips and into his velvety mouth, telling him he'd better suck my cock good and hard. He whined, gripping me harder, and reached down to tug at my sac. I gripped the back of his head, thrusting deeper. I didn't give a damn when he was gagging him, fucking down into his throat, pulling back enough to let him breathe for a few moments.

He screamed out around me as he came, his hot cum splattering up on my sac. It sent me over, I pulled out of his mouth and stroked my self hard for just a second or two before I was cumming all over his face. His pretty face was covered in my thick cum, I moaned softly as I watched it run down his cheeks and into his mouth. He was panting softly looking horrified.

I smiled and stepped back, tucking my cock away.

"Father?..." He bit his lip and started to cry. I only sneered, loving my new found play thing.

"Not a word to anyone. They wont believe you anyways."

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 13:54:32 GMT

Title: Altar Boy (Part 1 of The Priest Series)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mikey/Gerard
Summary: Mikey's a good boy and Gerard's a bad bad man.
Warnings: Cherry popping
A/N: Even though it's Mikey and Gerard, they are not brothers in this fic, nor in the subsequent sequels. This part is in Mikey's POV.

He's watching me again.

Everyday it's the same look. I come in to the chapel every morning to dust the alter and straighten anything out of place. It's something I enjoy, it's quiet in here and not many have come yet. It's Tuesday, and that means only a few will come in for confession and guidance. Not many people talk to the alter boys. Only those that know your parents, or think you look like someone they know. But they're better than the greasy men who want 'a tour of the church', yeah I may be 15 but I'm not an idiot. I know all about those kind of men. But I never thought a priest would look at me in such away.

Well not in the seedy way those men do, but the longing is still there. It's a broody, sultry look revealed only when he and I are alone and he thinks I'm not looking. But I must insist that he's never touched me in a way that was beyond a general affection. He's hugged me, but only in comfort, patted my back, but only in praise.

He touched my hair once, though. We were working in the library. He was tutoring me in
learning Latin, something I've never gotten the knack of. I'd gotten frustrated and tossed my
pen down, pulling at my hair.

He'd just smiled and pulled my hands back and ran his through my hair, massaging the skin.
"Now now, Michael, there's no since in ripping your hair out over the translation of 'horse'."
he smile at me. The still strong traits of his Scottish childhood still clung to his speech. I
looked up into his eyes, those odd shade of green eyes. I've never seen the same color
in any other object,....nor do I want to.

I felt my scalp heating up at his touch and when I looked up into his unique green eyes I saw
something I was familiar with, but never truly understood. Desire and, dare I say, lust. I
shivered under his gaze, feeling my penis twitch in a way it did much more frequently than it
used to, especially in the communal showers, seeing the other boys. I remember looking
away quickly, seeing the blush on his face as he called it a night. I had one of my best
orgasms that night.

I can feel those eyes on me now. He's standing on the second story balcony as he sometimes
does, looking down at the pews and the ornate decorations,...and me. I can practically feel
the skin on my back burning under his lustful stare. I don't know how he would have me
though, boys aren't like girls, you can't have sex with them the same, but I've never got how.
Nor have I ever not been to embarrassed to ask.

But his look made me want to touch myself, it's wrong yes...but I do it. I go to confession in
the mornings afterwards, telling the priest that I thought about a man at service, not the man
leading the service.

I push those thoughts aside as I here him coming down the stairs.

"It looks lovely in here, Michael" He smiles widely at me, patting my shoulders. "I have to run and get a few things for the kitchens, would you like to come with me? I know it's been a while since you were in town." His big hand lingers there, as he smiles in my eyes, waiting my
answer.

"Of course! I'd love to!" I laugh happily, the boys here rarely left the grounds, going to town
was a huge treat.

"Alright then" he chuckled at me, "Go and get changed into some other clothes and we'll be
off." He waves me to the vestry, where I hurry to quickly, pulling off my ceremonial robes
and folding them carefully.

I hear the door click shut behind me, and turn to see who it is. He stood leaning back on the
door, I hear the lock click and his smile widen. Looking into his eyes I saw what I had seen in the library that night. Those strange green eyes swirling with lust and desire, all of which is
directed right into my own eyes.

"You should lock the door, you never know who could come in." He tells me in a coy
fashion. I feel my heart flutter at his gaze as he looks over my bare chest. I want to cover up
but that stare prevents me.

"W.what are you doing in here, Father?" I ask, my cheeks pounding, feeling, much to my
horror, my trouser getting tighter. He notices and smiles up at me. I've never seen someone
look at me quite like this. Lustfully, yes, lecherous, of course, but inviting? Not until now.
He pushes himself off the door and comes to me slowly. "You're so beautiful, Michael...I
noticed that a long time ago."

My eyes dart all over him. His burning eyes, his arms, the hardened flesh in his slacks, but
more than anything they landed on the white collar at his long, creamy throat. He stops reach
in front of me, I can feel the heat radiating off his body, he's standing so close.

"You know...you're probably the only boy in the order that has never been kissed." My
cheeks blush red as he licks his lips slowly. "Something I'd like to change." I gasp as he cups
my face, and slowly lowers his lips onto mine. Their so soft and warm, not forcing but only
moving over mine, gently teaching me how to kiss back.

I drop the shirt in my hands and run my hands into his thick black hair, tugging gently and I
open my mouth and his tongue slips past my lips. I was mirroring his actions by now, rubbing
my tongue over his and unconsciously step forward into his arms. His hands rub over my back and down my sides, resting on my hips. My breathing gets shallow, almost like an asthma attack but better, more enjoyable. Not only can I barely breath, but what air I am getting is being exhaled into his mouth.

His grip on my hips increases and he pulls them forward, pressing his crotch into mine. I gasp hard, pulling back as I feel his hardened shaft rub into my own.

"Father?" Looking up into his torn eyes.

"Shh, it's okay. I wont hurt you." He whispers softly, and kisses me again, pushing his front
against mine, making me so hard it hurt. I whimper softly, then his hand left my hip, undoing
my trousers and slipping inside them. His hand wrap loosely around my stiff penis, moving it
slowly up and down my length. I stop kissing and pull away, laying my head on his shoulder.
His mouth didn't stop kiss, moving down my neck, licking and gently kissing my skin, making
me moan.

Slowly he walks me back to the table behind us. I take in a breath as he pull his hand out and lifts his head to kiss my lips once more. I feel my pants being slowly pulled down, leaving me have naked and exposed to him. I watch him smile and pull off my under-shirt, leaving my totally nude to him. My whole body blushes under his eyes, his finger tips running of my body.

"Can I make love to you, Michael?" He asks softly.

I didn't really know what he meant but he asked so nicely, I could do nothing but nod. He
smiles widely and kisses me softly again, gently caress my mouth with his tongue. I notice him reach up and pull back to look at him as he pulls his white collar off and unbuttons his shirt. My eyes slide over his gorgeous form, and my mouth goes dry as he unbuttons his slacks and steps out of them. I've only seen a few other erect penises in my life and none have been this close...or bare before me.

"Can I...touch it.. like you did mine?" I ask his shyly, to which he only smiles ands nods his
head, stepping forward. I took a deep breath, his musty scent flooding my senses. I smile and kiss him softly and I reach down and lightly touch his tip. He takes a sharp breath in, then moans softly, pressing his face to my neck as I wrap my hands around his shaft.

"Oh that's so nice, Michael." I smile and feel a bit of pride at making him moan so.

He pushes my hands away after a few moments and kisses me softly again, pushing me back on the table and spreading my legs. I breath in deeply, really wondering how this will work. He leans down and kisses my chest softly, licking my nipple softly, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my throbbing erection. He kneeled and reached into him pocket, pulling out a small tube of something.

"I'll be gentle with you, but you have to trust me, alright?"

I nod and smile at him as he pushes my legs apart further and squeezes the gel onto them, and reaches down to touch me....there. I gasp in shock, and then moan as they slide into me, stretching me out. I swallow the gathering saliva, finally understanding how two men
make love. He has two fingers in me and moves them apart as he strokes my penis slowly.
His wrist twists and he rubs the front, running over something that makes me gasp hard in
pleasure.

"Oh yes...you like that huh?" I nod furiously, hoping he'll do it again, and he does, making me
melt in pleasure. He pulls them out of me and steps forward, and holds my hips gently,
nudging my hole with his penis and slowly pushes in to me.

I whine quietly in discomfort, not used to being stretch so widely, but he's gently and moves
slowly inside me. I moan softly, gasping as he hits that spot again. He leans over and kisses
my mouth again, moving into my body gently. He's so deep I feel like I can't breathe.

My legs seem to move up on their on, wrapping around him and pulling his deeper into me,
my feet locking and resting on his bottom. I gasp and moan every time he moves against that
spot, making me want to scream. He grips me tighter and begins to thrust into my bottom
harder than he was, making rough, deep movements.

I can feel my body tense in that all to familiar way. "Father!" I gasp loudly "I'm going to.."

He trusts into me harder and faster, my orgasm getting closer. Bending down he whispers
softly to me. "Call out my name, not Father, my name."

Taking a hand off my hip, he keeps moving his penis in me, and touches me again. I reaches up and pull him down for a kiss, sucking at his tongue as his fingers ran over my tip.

"Say it!" he pants to me. His nails dig into me and I'm filled with a thick heat. He shudders
and moans softly.

I moan and claw in to his back, "Oh Gerard!" I scream out as I orgasm, gasping loudly. My semen spilling out over his tight grip and onto my stomach.

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 13:48:41 GMT

Title: None
Rating: Highly NC-17
Pairing: Davey Havok/Lars Frederikson
Summary: PWP!
Warnings: If you don't like the idea of fisting, don't read.
A/N: No beta

He whines at my touch soft touches, begging me to just do it already. I love it when he's like this. He's so sweet and pious most any other time, but when we get alone he turns into a slut, my slut. All for me to see. He was mine to start with, no other man has ever had him. Something I pride myself on. The fact that I broke him in and only I have ever fucked his beautiful ass.

Right now, he's bent over the arm of his couch in the living room in the middle of the fucking afternoon. I got him naked half an hour ago, and thankfully the curtains are closed or else the neighborhood kids would be getting an eyeful. His legs as spread wide and if they weren't tied together his hands would be reached back to spread his perfect cheeks apart for my tongue. I don't have to see his face to know his eyes are clentched shut as I drag it flatly over his tiny ring of flesh. Something that small doesn't look like it would stretch so far, but it does. In fact he loves nothing more than to be streached so bad he can't walk.

"Mm Lars...please. You know what I want." He pants softly, but I only smile, teasing him a bit longer as I run my teeth over he hole, licking in the very center, just barely pushing it in.

"Oh stop teasing me you bastard!" He growls, biting at the couch cushions. Finally I pull back deciding to give in and do as he's been begging me to all day. It's not like I don't enjoy doing it to him, I just love teasing him. Slowly working him up till he's moaning and squirming like a fucking bitch in heat, literally begging me to give him what he wants. And I always do...eventually atleast. I sit up, replacing my tongue with my rough index finger in caressing his pert hole slowly.

"Fuuuuck yes." He all but pants out, making my smile and moan softly as I watch it flex slightly. "Please baby...make it hurt." I shiver at the tone of his voice, so soft and innocent, more like he should be convicing me to give him a massage and not begging me to put my fist inside him.

"I will, angel, make you hurt so bad." He only moans loudly as I push my dry finger into him, his muscles squeezing tightly around it. I sometimes wonder how I can ever get it in him, especially dry, but I do. I only have to force it. I know it sounds cruel to say I love it when I make him bleed, but to watch him writhe and pant for more, it's worth it.

He whines painfully as I pull my one finger out and force three in at once.

"So tight for me, Dave." I watch his head nod as he moans out.

I can see his fingers dig into the couch as I spread mine apart and push them deeper into him. They're forced back together as he squeezes around them. I chuckle, bitting his leg harshly. He only groans out in delight. For someone so quiet and soft, he certainly loves pain. He takes everything I give him with a smile, or atleast a moan.

"More...I want more."

"Home much more?" I only smile asking softly as I lick over the edge of his hole, making him shake and whine.

"Fuck you, Frederiksen, you know what I want!" Indeed I do, forcing my pinkie into him. "Fuuuuck yes, almost there." The smile in his voice makes me chuckle again. He's already pushing himself back onto my four fingers. Fucking himself roughly, squeeling in delight as I move them inside him, knowing that I'm barely stroking his spot. My head goes down a bit to lick over his swollen sac as I push them further into him, forcing half my hand into him.

He can only whine and pant as he begs me for more. I pull my hand back slowly, my fingers coming out with a slight pop, making me just chuckle as I fold all my fingers and slowly work the in. I can feel him tear slightly and moan as I watch a drop of blood roll down my hand. Davey gasps softly before sobbing slightly. But he doesn't ask for any aide or for me to stop. If any thing he pushes back for more.

With I low growl I all but punch in, forcing my large hand into him entirely, loving how soft and warm he is.

"Holy fuck!" He gasps out loudly, and I again thank Jade for having other things to do today besides lay around the house. I want him to be loud, to moan and scream for me. My fingers work over his walls, knowing every spot to touch and stroke to make him a mess. Well more of one than he already is.

My mouth returns to his sac, sucking harshly as I crawl my fingers inside him working deeper into him. I pull back, smiling at the dark bruise left on him from my mouth and move to the other side, sliding my tongue over his sensitive balls at the same time as I pull my arm back and pushing it roughly back into him. His tiny body is pushed forward, making his nearly purple cock rub against the sofa's covering. I sit up again, just wanting to watch it scene I'm creating. Fucking him harder with my arm, lost in his moans and cries as I push deeper into him. Half of my arm is in him now, and he squeezes as tight as he can, making it difficult for me to thrust it in and out and really only hurts him more. But then, that's why he does it.

My free hand moves under him to stroke his hot cock with the same roughness his ass is getting. I love the way it twitches at my touch. That and the unintentional tightening around my hand tells me he's getting close, which only makes my arm move even faster into him, my fingers spreading out to touch him in all the right spots. I look down at my arm, seeing it streaked with blood. I only smile to myself and lean down to lick at his hole, tasting his blood on my tongue. He tastes beautiful. And his cries are even better.

He's on the very edge, any second he'll fall over, letting out that primal screech I practically live for these days. I smile wider, tugging brutally at his cock as my hand balls up, punching into him, hitting his prostate hard and dead on. His head snaps out, raven locks slapping onto his back as he his hand curl around the cushion, screaming so loud I know that anyone outside on the street will hear it and worry what's going on. He juices spray out over my hand as his body grips my other inside him so tightly, my fingers are crushed back together, and I'm barely able to move it back and forth to make him cum longer.

Atlast, he finally crumples onto the couch completely, nothing more than a tiny, shaking body of sobs and whines. If I didn't know better, or hadn't done this very thing before I'd be worried, but instead I only suck his cum off my hand as I slowly work my bloodied arm and hand out of him, leaning in to lick the blood off the gaping hole that's left. He wont be tight enough to fuck for atleast two days. But I don't care. It only means that I'll have my hands tangled in his long hair, fucking his pretty mouth when ever I want until then.

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 17:24:27 GMT

Title: Sinful Goodness 3/3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mikey/Frank/Gerard
Summary: That Friday night at the hotel
Warnings: Incest
A/N: I wrote this about 3 years ago with no beta so forgive the quality and the errors.

I could feel Mikey back away from me.
"Oh fuck!" He said a little too loud.
I hadn't taken my eyes off Gerard, so I saw him snap his eyes over and stare right at me. I turned away quickly to see to Mikey. He had pulled on a pair of pants and was walking out the door of the bus.
"Mikey wait!" I called and ran after him, giving only a brief thought to what Gerard must be feeling/thinking right then.
He was walking as fast as he could.
"Baby, stop." He didn't stop, but slowed down a bit, I could catch up with him. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.
"I can't believe I just saw that." He said quietly, he had a slight laugh to his voice.
"I know he saw me Mikey. I know he heard you leave."
"Fuck."
I looked behind us, at the window to the back room. I could see him standing there watching us, most likely crying cause he was just found out. I felt bad for him. I'm sure he thought he just lost his little brother forever.
"I want him so badly, Frank." Mikey whispered, making me turn back to him and rest my chin on his shoulder. "I just don't want to lose you because of it."
"You wont. I told you a long time ago that you're not going to lose me over wanting him, okay?"
"Yeah. I just don't know what to think after that. Hearing him say my name.....Oh god what do I do now?"
"How about we go to bed and we'll all talk about this in the morning?"
"Ok."

I looked at the door to the back room as soon as it came into view, it was still cracked a bit. I was about to slip into our bunk when I heard a choked sob coming from that direction. Mikey heard it too, and looked up at me.
"I'll go talk to him." I whispered, giving him a kiss. He nodded and lay back on the bed.
This wasn't going to be an easy conversation. I hated when Gerard cried, almost as much as I hated Mikey crying.
I tried to be as quiet as possible, but still make enough noise so that I didn't scare the shit outta him when I came in the room.
I pushed the door open and closed it completely, before making my way over the couch.
He was sitting with his head in hands, sobbing uncontrollably. The room was hot and smelled faintly of sex.
I sat down next to him, making his flinch in surprise.
"Does he hate me?" He whispered.
"No, he's just a little surprised."
"I don't know why, Frank. I don't want this."
I chuckled, "That's what he said."
He lifted his head and looked at me. "What?"
"You think it was just me getting off on watching you?"
"Are you serious?" I just nodded my head and smiled.
"Lets get to sleep, we'll talk this out in the morning, okay?"
"Sure."
I stood and helped him to his feet, and held his hand while we headed toward the bunks.
I quietly told him good night and, slipped into my bunk with Mikey.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he'll be okay. I told we'd all talk about it in the morning."
"You told him?" He still sounded a little nervous.
"Yeah."
"I think it'll be alright though." He said after a few moments. He scooted forward and kissed softly. "I love you."
"Love you too."

I drifted off into a light sleep, the kind where you don't really rest.
By the time I'd woken up the next morning, Mikey was up already. I knew he was in the back room talking to his older brother.
I got up quietly, knowing that it was still quite early, and headed toward the bathroom. I could Matt snoring still, and I could see that Ray was gone.
The door to the back room was closed, making me wonder if they'd started without me, but I resisted the temptation to go see, for just a bit. But after the bathroom, was another story.
I quietly opened the door, and peeked in. Damn, both still had their clothes on.
They we sitting on the couch facing each other, quietly talking.
I smile as they both look over at me, I can tell they're both nervous, making them look adorable to me.
"Morning, babe." Mikey told me biting his lip. He blushed a little. I knew right then that they'd already kissed, I wanted to see it but didn't want to push them into it either.
"Morning." I sat down beside him, waiting to be updated on the situation.
"Ummmm, well Gerard and I have been discussing everything. I know you should probably have been here, but it was easier with just the two of us."
"That's okay. As long as you guys can get things settled, I'm okay with whatever."
They both blushed at each other. "Well, we..um..have worked something out."
"Really, and what would that be?" I giggled, knowing what he was gonna say.
"Well, we're getting rooms tonight, so we thought we might as well get this attraction fucked out of both of us." Gerard told me quietly, his face getting redder by the second. "And we both want you there."
It was my turn to flush, not out of embarrassment, but arousal. "The sounds great to me."
I leaned forward and kissed Mikey gently and then Gerard. His lips felt fuller than they looked, I moaned a bit when his tongue slip over my lips. He pulled away and met Mikey halfway. Their tongues met before their lips, teasing each other with the very tips, before disappearing into one or the other's mouth.
I felt like I couldn't breathe, watching Mikey lean against Gerard, putting all his weight against his brother's chest.
"What in the world?!"
Gerard and Mikey pull apart and we all look toward the door at a very surprised Ray.
"Geez, I come to see who wants to go to breakfast and everyone's making out!" Thank god he was smiling, I don't think anything would make him hate Gerard and Mikey.
"Um....who's all going?" Gerard asked quietly, blushing furiously.
"Me, BERT!, Jesse, Laz and I think John too."
"Okay, let us throw some clothes on." Gerard rolled his eyes at the more than obvious meaning of shouting Bert's name.
Ray walked away shaking his head laughing. I followed him quickly.
"Hey Ray."
"Hmm?" He turned to look at me.
"You wont say anything, right?"
"Look Frank, I've been wondering when those two would finally do each other. I love all you guys so much, I don't care what they do with each other, as long as you're all happy."
"Thanks."
"Just get dressed, I'm hungry."
-----

I walked down the street holding Mikey's hand. Jesse and Adam walked in front us with John and Ray leading our little group. My eyes kept drifting back to Jesse's hand in Adam's back pocket. Yeah you know the whole band feud thingy,...lover's quarrel, thank god they've gotten over it. But both bands got some awesome music out of it. They really did love each other dearly, though, and we were all happy that they'd patched things up,...... well maybe not John, but that's something else entirely.
I looked behind us at Bert and Gerard lagging behind. They had their arms around each other's waists and walked in a rather humorous gate, swaying their hips widely side to side. Both were giggling, most likely from touching one another. I turned back to Jesse and Adam. I like watching them, their both so into each other and still are soaring from their recent reunion. A reunion, from what I understand, that left them both barely able to walk for the better part of a day.
Jesse leaned over whispering something into Adam's ear, judging by Adam's red cheeks, I doubt it was PG rated.

It not simple to fit 8 grown men into one booth, but we some how succeeded. The waitress wasn't very impressed by the show on male love, but didn't say anything. We could have gotten two booths, but that's too simple and not nearly as enjoyable
I glanced over at Gerard and Bert, Bert was sitting in Gerard's lap of course. Ger had his head laid against Bert's shoulder, making Bert look unsure and nervous. I didn't blame him though. It's hard to have an attraction you're so confused about.
"Jesse! Stop it!" Adam shouted. I looked over in time to see Jesse pulling his hand from deep inside Adam's pocket.
"Oh come on, babe, you know you like."
"Not. In. Public!" He said firmly. Bert hid his face in his hands while Gerard turned his head the other way, all of trying similarly not to laugh at the two and all failing miserably.
"I hate you sometimes, Jesse."

Our food came quickly enough and we all ate quietly, talking still, but more over eating.
"So what's everyone doing tonight?" Adam asked after several minutes of silence.
"I'm taking a shower and going to bed." Bert said flatly.
There was a chorus of "same here's" including the 3 of us, even though we knew none of us would be sleeping for a while.

--------

Mikey and I headed toward our room, followed by Gerard. My heart was pounding, I could smell the sweat on Mikey's skin that hadn't been washed off by him dumping a water bottle on his head. All I could think of was getting the both of them in the shower, which I'd determined earlier was large enough for the three of us.
Soon enough we were in the air conditioned room, smiling at each other, nervous as hell that this was actually about to happen.
Mikey slowly approached Gerard and pulled him in for a soft kiss. I watched my husband be encircled by Gerard's arms and held him close. Gradually the kiss became rougher, more impassioned. I slipped up to them and so how joined the kiss. After a few moments, Mikey pulled away, leaving Gerard's tongue pushing into my mouth.
My shirt disappeared and I could feel Mikey working on my belt. I pulled away, gasping for air. I heard Mikey laugh to my side as he got Gerard's pants undone while trying not to choke on his brother's tongue.
"Shower now, both of you!" Gerard commanded. I stepped out my pants and was the first to make my way to the bathroom. Mikey turned the shower on while I got rid of the rest of Gerard's clothes. He grabbed me and pulled me close, pressing his body to mine, making me moan loudly. Mikey pulled us both into the shower and the warm spray.
I pushed Mikey up against the tile, feeling Gerard push against me, making me moan as his cock pressed against me.
"Gerard," I began after several moments, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I wanna watch you suck him." I moved out of the way and stood to the side. He didn't hesitate to kiss Mikey's neck, nipping the soft flesh, before sinking straight to his knees, taking the cock in front of his right in the his mouth. I could only imagine how good it felt, judging by the way Mikey and writhing, pretty damn good. I leaned forward to kiss him. His hands wound through Gerard's hair, tugging and pulling hard as his dick was sucked down into his brother's throat.
"Oh god, stop stop, I'm gonna come if you don't." Ger backed off with a smile, letting the string of precum hang on his lips, something I just had to lick off.
"Taste so good, Mikey." I heard Gerard purr as I sucked his throat and stroked his cock, knowing the Mikey was going back and forth, watching both.
"Oh god, somebody fuck me right now." We both chuckled at the desperation in his voice.
"Gerard, you fuck your little brother, while I fuck you. How's that sound?"
"Perfect." Mikey swallowed and turned around, spreading his legs. I couldn't help but watch Gerard fingering him for a while before taking my place behind him and giving him the same treatment. Mikey's moans were driving my mad, along with Gerard's.
I gripped his hips and slid into him, instantly feeling dizzy from the tightness.
I heard my love moan as he was entered. I loved the sound.
After a few moments we had a steady rhythm worked out, making us all moan loudly.
I peeked over Gerard's shoulder and watched the two men in front of me kiss as the younger was pounded in the wall.
"Harder!" He broke away to beg. He cried out sharply as Gerard adjusted his angle just a bit. "There, oh fuck, right there." That was the last coherent sentence he formed, reduced only to moaning as Gerard slammed into his spot over and over again.
Far too soon for any of our liking, we all began to tense, Mikey coming first, screaming louder than he had yet, followed quickly by Gerard and me.
We stood there for a moment gasping and trying not to fall.
I pulled out of Gerard and stepped to the side just in time to watch him slide out of Mikey's reddened ass.
The water was turned off and we all stepped out of the shower, knowing that we were far from done.

Mikey led us both to the bed, and crawled up to the pillows. We all lay back for a few moments, saying nothing, until Gerard began to laugh.
"That was incredible."
I smiled and looked over at him. "It's not over."
With that Mikey sat up and straddled him, "Not even close. You still have to fuck Frank while I watch."
"Really?" he laughed.
"Oh yeah. Now, Frank." He turned and looked at me. "Get over here." I learned a long time ago to just do what he told when he's in this kind of mood, so I scooted over to the pair.
"Lay back." I did as I was told, already growing hard again. He smiled over me and leaned down, ghosting his tongue over my chest, down my stomach and finally up my shaft.
I moaned at the feeling of the hot muscle gliding over my flesh, then screaming when I felt a second. It's hard to describe the feeling of two mouths working on you. I felt one tongue swirl around my crown, while the other slipped down to trace my opening.
I forced my eyes open and looked down at them. Mikey smiled at me around my cock, and I could only see Gerard's hair. My eyes fell shut again as I felt he tongue push into me. Mikey pulled off and crawled up to my neck.
Gerard pulled away too, looking down at Mikey sucking my neck. "Mikey come make that mouth of yours a little more useful."
I laughed as he rolled his eyes, but still leaned over and took his brother's cock into his mouth, coating him the best he could.
He pulled away and moved the side, so he could watch. I smiled at him as he leaned back against the headboard.
Gerard picked up my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I held my breath as he moved forward and began to push into my body. I screamed out in pain/pleasure, before Gerard lips covered mine.
"Shh, just relax baby."
"Just fuck me." I moaned. I felt Mikey's finger's running through my hair. I wasn't used to something quite that large, Mikey's big, just not that thick.
He felt good, not quite as good as Mikey, but I'm partial. I focused on Gerard's green eyes looking down at me.
"You okay?" he whispers into my skin.
"Yeah, just a little harder." He chuckles, but does so, making me moan louder. He sits up thrusting in at different angle, hitting me dead on.
"Oh god, right there." My head twists to side, bringing Mikey into view. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping in time with Gerard's thrusts.
I opened my mouth suggestively and smiled at him, it didn't take more than a second for him to straddle my face. He pushes his cock into my mouth almost into my throat, making me nearly choke.
"Shut up and take it whore." He laughed, thrusting into my mouth. He cried out after a few moments, confusing me cause I'd done nothing that special. He pulled out of my mouth as Gerard stop his thrusts. I opened my eyes and got a near perfect view of Gerard rimming my boyfriend. He pulled part and gripped Mikey's hips, bringing him backward and sitting him down on top of my cock.
His mouth fell open and I slid into him, almost raw making us both moaned together.
Once I was completely inside him, Gerard began thrusting in me again, wrapping his arms around Mikey and biting at his neck.
"Move baby." I begged. He placed his hands on my chest and began to move up and down, Gerard helped him the best he could.
"You look good bouncing like that." He said quietly.
"Harder, Ger!" I gripped Mikey's hips bringing him down harder, leaning him back slightly and slamming dead on into his gland. His head fell back as he screamed.
My stomach was beginning to tighten, telling me that I was gonna come very soon. I reached down and helped Gerard stroke him off, his thrusts are becoming shorter and less rhythmic, and Mikey's body begins to tense.
I come first this time, slamming Mikey down onto me, making him scream. Gerard comes a few moments later, filling me completely.
After a few moments Mikey pushes both our still hands away from him and quickly finishes himself off.
I smile at them both, pulling Mikey down into a kiss, Gerard leaned forward and kissed me over Mikey's shoulder, then they kissed each other.
We all stayed still for a while longer, before all moving at once to lay on the bed.
"God, that was amazing." Mikey said into the back of my neck.
"Mmmm, yes it was."
"Night guys." I kissed the both one last time, before quickly falling to sleep.

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 16:59:16 GMT

Title: Sinful Goodness 2/3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Gerard/Himself.
Warnings: More incestuous thoughts and general zaninous.
a/n: no beta so please forgive any errors.

I lay with Mikey for a while. Bert sat beside us, watching TV, we'd all been there for around two hours when Gerard came tip toeing into the room.
Mikey was still fast asleep, I didn't blame him, he was completely exhausted. Both physically and mentally.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he cried himself to sleep awhile ago."
"What's going on Frank? Why can't he tell me?"
I sighed and ran my fingers through Mikey's hair. "He thinks you'll hate him if you find out."
"Frank, this is really scaring me."
"It'll be okay, Ger. Just let him come to you." He looked really afraid, I knew what he was thinking. By the way we were keeping it quiet, it sounded like something terrible had happened to him.
"Was he.....?"
"No! It's nothing like that. He's just going through something right now. He'll tell you when he's ready."
"Will he be okay?" He sounded so tiny
"Yeah. He'll be fine."
"Ok."
He sat down on the other side of Bert and leaned against him. I could see Bert tense for a moment before relaxing again.
"What time is it?" Bert asked after several minutes.
"Around 6." Gerard answered.
"Shit, I gotta be on in like 30 minutes."
"Damn, I just got comfy." Gerard laughed. I could see the slight color in his cheeks despite the dim light, when were those two gonna stop fucking around and just mall each other.
Bert just smiled at him and headed for his bunk. I noticed Gerard watching his movements. Such a cute pair they'd make.
----

The next morning was like the previous, except it was my lips waking Mikey up.
"Mmmmm, morning, Franky."
"Hello, my love."
"What time is it?" he asked as my lips grazed over his.
"After 10, I think."
"It's so quiet out there." God I wish he'd shut up so we can get on with this.
"I think they're all still asleep."
I feel him laugh a bit as I make my way down his front, teasing his nipples as I pass them, then continuing down his stomach. I feel his cock brush against my chest while I sucked on his hip.
"Hey, Mikey?"
"FUCK GERARD! What?" He practically shouted.
"Mom's on the phone and she wants to talk to you." I felt him growl and watched as he stuck his hand out to grab the phone.
"Hi, Momma." I smiled and kissed his neck, knowing the mood was killed.
I slid out of the bunk and headed towards the dining area.
"Sorry." Gerard blushed.
"It's alright. We needed to get up anyways."
"He's gonna be pissed at me all day again."
"Nahhh, I'll make sure he's not."
"How?"
"Don't worry about him. He'll be fine."
"I hope. I'm worried about him after last night."
I sighed and suddenly wished I were smoking the cigarette in Gerard's hand. "I'd tell you if I could. He just isn't ready for anyone else to know."
"Is it really that bad?" I reached over and took the cigarette from him, and took a long drag.
"Depends on how you look at it."
He looks at me, seeming very tired, and lays his head back. "That just makes it sound worse."
I simply nod.
"Man, she's worked up about something!" Mikey informed us as he came into the room.
"She say what?" Gerard asked without opening his eyes.
"No, just bitched." Mikey looked at the cigarette in my hand and then glared at me. "You said you quit."
"I just took one drag."
"I don't care."
Gerard opened his eyes and looked me, "You know you've already lost, so just give me back my cigarette."
"And go brush you teeth." Mikey fussed, walking away. His brother just laughed at me.
"Aww, Frank, you poor baby."
"I stopped dating woman to get away from that."
"Haha, looks like you failed."
I nodded and handed him back the cigarette.

-----

Eating lunch with someone that's mad at in no picnic. Mikey hates it when I smoke, he hates that Gerard smokes, but like that's ever gonna stop.
"Would you at least look at me?"
"No." He said flatly, but I could see the hint of a smile on his lips.
"Awwwww. Pweassssssssse baby." I tried to turn his head to face me.
"NO!" He jerked his head to the side. He did smile that time. I bit back a giggle and started to climb into his lap. It should have mattered that we were in the middle of Burger King with more than one fan around because of the festival.
"You can't be mad at me!" I shouted as grabbed his face and tried to kiss him.
"Frank, get off of me!" he had his hands on my chest trying to keep me away.
"Not until you kiss me!" He sighed and left his arms fall. I leaned down smiling and kissed him as deep as I could. I slipped my tongue inside, making him moan a bit.
I felt someone tap my should and pulled away.
Gerard was leaning over the table smiling, "You guys are putting on quite a show for the kids." Mikey and I both looked to our left, seeing five teenage boys staring at us, blushing terribly. We both laughed and mouthed a "Sorry." to them, but they all just smiled and shook their heads.
I could hear Gerard laugh behind me as I slid out of Mikey's lap. We were both blushing a bit, "I hate you, Frank." Mikey whispered.
"No you don't, you love me!"
"Shut up."
----

Well the Burger King incident did nothing to help the rumors flying around about us. We didn't really mind, let the kids fantasize about us. Wasn't the first time we did something in public.
Mikey held my hand as we walked back to the bus. "Sorry about that." I said quietly.
"Nah, it's alright. I know you were just playing."
"Still...."
"It's okay, really it is." He stopped and pulled me to him, kissing me softly. "I love you."
My cheeks flushed, he rarely was this forward in public.
"Guys, come on, we gotta get back." Ray called after us.

As soon as we got back to the bus, we all went our separate ways to get ready. It never takes me long to get ready, I fix my hair and change, and then help Mikey with his hair. Gerard actually takes the longest to get ready, with the stage make up and stuff. Thank God he doesn't do alot to his hair, or else we'd never get on stage.
After around 45 minutes collectively, we headed to the stage.

Gerard went out first, followed closely by Mikey and myself and Ray and Matt. I picked my guitar up and slung the strap over my shoulder. I looked out and scanned the crowd, after a few minutes I spotted them. The five boys from Burger King, I smiled and waved at them. They all waved back enthusiastically, god I was never gonna get used to being recognized.

----

"What day is it?" I asked, looking over at Mikey. The TV was getting old.
"Thursday. Why?"
"Just kind lost track of the days."
"Yeah I do that too, but I asked the chick at the register at lunch."
I lay my head on his shoulder, "Have you talked to Gerard, yet?"
"No, I'm not going to."
"I think you should at least tell him something." I kissed his neck.
"I don't want to lie to him." He moved his head to the side, giving my better access.
"I know, but he's really worried about you, if you just told him something to ease his mind, it'd be better."
"I know, but what."
"I dunno." I mumbled against his skin.
"Oh god do you two ever stop?" We looked up at Ray.
"No, so go away so we may continue." Mikey informed him. I giggled next to him, I loved it when he was like that. Ray just ignored him and sat down in the chair.
"Hey, Ray?" He looked over at him
"Yeah?"
"Do you know where Gee is?"
"He's over wishing he could fondle Bert." We all laughed at that. Yeah, Ger was a little more than obvious when he wanted something.
"Why doesn't he just go for it?" I asked.
"I dunno, not like Bert's gonna say no." Mikey committed
"Seriously."-Ray
"Seriously what?" Gerard's voice filtered into the room We all looked up at them. he always had a way of knowing what was going on. Even though he had no clue about Bert or Mikey wanting him. Speaking of Bert, he was standing right behind Ger, trying to look over the his shoulder.
Ray laughed a little, "They said that we needed to get rooms soon."
"Oh." I looked at Mikey, giggling a little that he accepted it so readily, but he caught that, "What's so funny?" Damn, we were busted.
"You guys were talking about me, huh?"
"What makes you say that?" Mikey asked, smiling.
"Why were you talking about me?" Oh shit, now he's getting offended.
"It wasn't anything bad."
"The hell it wasn't." He turned and stormed out.
Mikey lay his back and sigh, "And I thought I was the drama queen."

-----

That night was the same as the one before, we, Mikey and I, went to the barbecue, while Ray stayed and slept in the bus. I hadn't seen Gerard since he'd stormed out that afternoon, though I knew exactly where he was.
We didn't let that get our mood down, though, he was prone to fits of vanity, instead we generally ignored these episodes.
We spotted Quinn and Branden at one of the tables and headed over.
"Hey guys." Quinn smiled.
"You seen my brother?"
"Yeah, him and Bert were watching a movie when we left." He laughed.
"They really are that blind?" Mikey rolled his eyes.
"Well, he's probably in denial or something."
"How? Gerard's been fucking guys since he was 16, not a new thing."
Branden sprayed his drink out as he laughed. "Damn, Mikey."
"Well, it's true."
----

I turned over in the small bunk, thank god we're both smaller that the average man, or else we wouldn't be able to sleep together.
"Frank, if you don't stop moving around I'm going to stab you."
I giggled and wrapped my arms around him, kissing his neck. "No you wont, you love me wayyyyyy to much."
"Shut up and go to sleep."
"Can't."
He sighed and I knew he rolled his eyes. "Why?"
"Horny." I bit his ear gently.
"Go fuck Gerard. I'm too tired."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"You're not just saying that?"
"No. I mean it, if you want to fuck Gerard, I don't care, just don't be loud about it."
"You're joking."
He turned onto his back, "No. I'm not. If you want to fuck Gerard. I don't care."
"Okay, so are you gonna be mad if I do?" I heard him huff and then he pushed me out of the bunk.
"Just don't be loud."
I sat on the floor in shock, I could go do what he said I could and not get in trouble for it, or I can just go the bathroom, take care of myself and then go back to bed. After 10 minutes of deliberation, I decided that option B was the healthiest for my relationship with Mikey.
I pulled myself off the floor and made my way to the bathroom. I knew Gerard was still up. It was late, but still to early for him to be tired. The last off in the back room, but I could see the glow of the TV.
I would have went right on into the bathroom, if I hadn't heard the moan. It was quiet, almost inaudible, but I knew I heard it.
I've never been good at leaving to things alone, so I of course went over to the door. It only open about an inch or so, but I could peek in. He was laying back against the couch, I could see the slight film of sweat on his forehead. His eyes were closed, as his hand worked in slow, steady movements.
I don't know how long I stood there before Mikey came up behind me.
"What are you doing?" He whispered in my ear. I just nodded my head forward. His arms went around my waist and he rested his chin on my shoulder. We both watched in fascination. I could feel his heart pounding against my back and his excitement pressing into my ass.
I lay ed my head back on his shoulder and enjoyed the the sight in front of us.
I don't think either of us wanted him to come, wanting to watch him forever, but it was worth it when he did.
His body tensed all the sudden, and he spilled into his hands.
The name that spilled from his lips was a pure delight though.
"Oh, God, Mikey!"

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 16:35:00 GMT

Title: Sinful Goodness 1/3
Pairing: Mikey/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Summary: um, porn?...
Warnings: mentions of incestuous thoughts.
Authors notes or any other information: Note really any warnings at the moment, other than I have no beta so I'm sure there'll be like one of two errors, I'm pretty militant about my grammar so...

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 15:57:33 GMT

Title: No Going Back
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville
Warnings: Rape, violence and abusive situations
A/N: Wrote this as a collab with Obsidianslasher about 3 years ago.....I wonder how she's doing

"Hey Ape," Ryan muttered, walking into the kitchen and yawning as he sat at one of the stools.
April put a plate of pancakes down in front of him, filling a glass with orange juice. "Good morning, Ryan." She went back to the skillet to make more food for the rest of her son's friends, knowing they'd be getting up soon.
He got through half of his breakfast before he was awake enough to think right. "Did Bam ever make it home last night?"
She turned toward him, leaning against the counter with the spatula in her hand. "Phil came down here around four to get a drink and said he came staggering in then. He tried to ask him where he'd been all night, but it was like he didn't even hear him."
Ryan looked at the clock. "Well, it's nine. Five hours is enough sleep." He pushed his seat back with a loud screech and walked out of the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time and going to the largest bedroom. Not even bothering to knock, he walked in and shut the door behind him.
When Bam was designing the house, he took special care of his own room. This was 'kickass mideval goth,' as the skater called it. Everything was in shades of dark red, maroon, and black. There was a huge Heartagram on the wall over his king-size bed, twice as large as the one in the dining room. Ryan walked to the windows and threw back the heavy velvet curtains, turning to see Bam collapsed sideways on the bed. His shoes were still on. He'd apparently just gotten off his shirt before falling asleep, because it was still clutched tightly in one hand.
Ryan sat down lightly next to him, sighing as he examined his back. As he expected, the bruises had returned. He should've known - every time Ville came into town for a few nights or a weekend, Bam always came home like this. There were actual visible handprints clutching the skater's hips, the blackish green color of a fresh bruise. There was only one explaination for them, and he didn't want to think about it.
Sighing, he reached out and traced a slightly purple bite mark on the back of his friend's shoulder, making Bam jump and wake up with a cry of, "Ville!" He jerked away from the touch, then calming down when he realized it was only Ryan. "Dude, what the fuck? Go away. I'm trying to sleep." He now saw that Bam had a black eye.
"You can't go on like this," he said as the skater tried to roll over and slide under the covers. He yanked them back. "He hurts you." Ryan was the only one that knew about Bam and Ville's relationship, and he was well aware it was less then normal.
Bam groaned. He'd gotten this lecture from him way too many times before. "God, leave me the fuck alone."
"No!" Ryan grabbed him by the arm, pulling him up to face him and make him talk. Bam winced, and Ryan realized there were fresh cuts from his shoulder to his wrist that that looked horribly like fingernail scratches. "See? This is what I mean. How can you stay in a relationship like that?"
Bam jerked his arm back and got off his bed. He went to the closet and yanked off his dirty jeans, tugging on pajama pants over his boxers. "I love him, Ry. He doesn't hurt me."
Ryan stood and walked to him, taking him by the shoulders. "How can you say that he doesn't hurt you? Look at yourself! You've got a black eye, for fuck's sake! The man abu-"
Bam suddenly smacked him hard across the face to stop him from finishing the word. "Don't fucking say that! I love him, and Ville loves me."
"Love isn't supposed to make you bleed, Bam," Ryan said, touching the scratches gently. "Just leave him. Don't let him hurt you anymore."
The skater knew he was just trying to protect him. He was his best friend. He sighed and pulled Ryan into a hug before pushing him to the door. "I'm fine, Dunn. I can take care of myself. He loves me."
He looked at Bam for a long time. "If you come home like this tomarrow, I'll fucking kill him myself." With that, he slammed the door and was gone.
Bam sighed to the empty room, going to the mirror and bracing his arms on it. He took a good look at his body, tracing his black eye with one finger. "Fuck him. Ville loves me," he repeated to himself. Collapsing back on his bed, he was asleep again before he could even pull the covers up.
~*~*~*~
"You're late," was the first thing Ville said when he opened the door. Before Bam could tell him why, he slapped him across the face and pulled him inside. Slamming the door, Ville pressed him against it and kissed him hard. He slid his arms around Bam's waist in almost a loving embrace, then pushing him back and walking away. "I would've thought that you'd be early on my last night here."
Bam smiled a little in apology, following his lover through the suite to the couch near the window. "Sorry. I woke up late, and then-"
"Excuses, excuses," Ville replied in a bored tone, sitting on the couch and waiting for Bam to join. When the skater sat down beside him, he grabbed his shirt with one hand and swung himself over to straddle Bam's lap. He gripped the fabric tightly with both hands as his mouth dominated Bam's, one swift movement tearing the shirt off of his chest.
The younger man moaned a little. Ville was definately stronger then his petite form seemed. "My beautiful boy. You look so lovely with all those love marks on you."
"Love marks? Is that what you call them?"
"Yes! Don't try to get a fucking spine with me, Bam. You know better than that. Don't you?" Bam cringed at those words. Oh yes, he remembered, remembered being put in the hospital for three days. He'd begged Ville not to hit him and got the hell beat out of him instead. The long scar on his hip came from being thrown onto the glass-top table. It still scared him to think about the look in Ville's eyes, and he hated it when his "lover" would pet when they were together.
He looked away from Ville's eyes "That's what I thought. I like my boyfriends weak, like you. You're perfect for me, you let me love you the way I want, with rarely a word against and when we do have a conflict, we resolve it, right?" He grabbed Bam's chin forcing him to look at him again. Bam simply knodded. "Good boy," He cooed. "and just for that, I'll let you be on top tonight. Does that sound good? Good!" He stood up off the couch and pulled Bam up to him, not missing the wince he got for digging his hands into the various cuts on his love's arms. His hand came up and slapped across Bam's face for the second time of the night.
"Don't you fucking cringe at me!"
"I'm sorry." Bam said with out thought, just hoping it wouldn't get any worse than a few hits.
"I know you are. But that's what I like about you, you're nothing to deal with." He pulled Bam's chin up and looked into the filling blue eyes. "Don't cry." He said softly, "I haven't given you a reason yet." He wrapped he arms again around Bam's waist, kissing his neck softly. "I love you, Brandy."
"I love you, too."
"Look at me when you say that!" He hissed.
Bam drug his eyes up to Ville's "I love you." He whispered desperately. Ryan's words started playing in his head. He knew it wasn't normal for your boyfriend to beat the hell out of you for no reason, any reason for that matter, but it's hard to get away from someone you love so much. Love or fear? He was pretty sure Ville would stap for good and just kill him if he left like Ryan suggested. He didn't want to leave, but this relationship was starting to wear him down. He dreaded seeing his lover most of the time, mostly cause he had such a hard time hiding to bruises he got.

It wasn't like that at first. When they first got together, Ville had been a dream come true. Jenn had taken off and left him with nothing but a "Fuck you!" Ville had comforted him just like all the other guys, except only more. It was one of the only times he'd given into a man and it'd been the best experience of his life. It was gentle and sweet. But then it changed.
They'd never talked about what happened to Ville that night he came in beat all to shit, limbing so bad he could barely walk. Bam rushed him the hospital, they cleaned him up and did what he'd let them, he refused the kit altogether. After that, he got mean. Not to everyone else, just to Bam. Ryan was the only one who'd noticed anything was wrong, mostly cause of his own unhealthy obsession with his best friend, but that wasn't a bad thing. Bam knew more about Ryan watching him than Ryan knew himself, and it made him feel good to hear his bedroom door sometimes creek open in the middle of the night. Bam was smart enough to know that going on like this was killing him, he had to do something soon.

But, now was not the time for such thoughts. Ville had led him into the bed room. Bam smiled to himself, glad that their time together tonight would be gentle, Ville hated it to be rough, and Bam was too scared to do anything but what his lover wanted.
"Kiss me." Ville whispered.
Bam gently pressed his lips to Ville's, their tongues gently glided together.
"I love you, Bam."
"I love you."
"Do you really?"
"Of course I love you." He looked into Ville's eyes, seeing the madness creep in again.
"Then why do you listen to him?" He violently pushed Bam back onto the bed, and straddled his hips.
Bam got his arms up in time to stop the punch that was heading for his face.
"Don't you do that!" He grabbed Bam wrists, and the handcuffs from the table, and cuffed his hands back to the bed. "You little faggot! How dare you?! Stop me from rightfully punishing you!"
Bam's face were at this point soaked with tears. This is what happened the night Ville put him in the hospital. He had to fight back. He pushed Ville back and threw him off of him. He tried to get out of the room, but was stop by a hand grabbing onto his hair and pulling away back. He turned and swung, hitting Ville hard in the face. He fell back into the dresser. Another punch to his stomach, making him double over making Ville almost lost his dinner over it. Bam pulled him back up and landed a right hook into his jaw. Ville, despite being dazed, got a quick sharp jab to Bam's already bruised ribs.
"Ahh!" He cried out, falling to the floor.
He was able to gasp in a breath of air before the front of Ville's foot flew into his side. Finger's curled through his hair, pulling him up. A fast jab to the ribs again, and Bam fell back onto the bed again. Ville once again straddled him. Raising his hand to hit him square in the nose.
"Please don't." he quietly begged.
"Don't what? Fuck you over like you deserve?"
"Please?"
"Oh shut-up!" His fist collided with Bam's jaw again, knocking more than one tooth loose. He grabbed for the cuffs and this time firmly secured them to Bam's wrists and to the post railing.
Ville's hand came up and began to undo his pants. Bam wasn't to stunned to know what was about to happen.
"NO! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" Another punch in the face. He felt exposed, naked before his lover turned tormentor. He watched helplessly as Ville stripped off his own clothes, his cock already hard. Bam could only pray he was still loose from the night before, cause there wouldn't be any aid this time. Ville grabbed his legs to spread them. He tried one last time to fight him off, kicking and struggling the best he could, but it was all for nothing.
Ville got a firm hold on his hips and plunged inside. His scream was so loud it was lost to human ears. His body arched in pain and he tried to back away, but couldn't. Was this the time his heart would break for good? No apologies could possibly fix this. They could both feel the blood pour around Ville's cock, but only one enjoyed it. Why was this happening? He should enjoy this. This should be out of love, not hate and anger.
Ville moaned as his pistoned hard in and out. He kept his eyes on anything but Bam, knowing all to well the little ass would just ruin his fun.
Bam's screwed his eyes shut from the pain and the fear of seeing the pleasure in Ville's eyes and on his face. He had to do something.
He opened his eyes carefully, "Ville,... please.. stop." His voice was so weakened from the scream it was barely audible, but he still begged.
His attackers eyes looked down on his, to find his once strong and lively lover broken open, his soul distroyed completely.
Horror and recognition came back into Ville's eyes as he looked down on his love's bruised, tear soaked face.
"What the hell am I doing?" He pulled away and out of his lover's broken form.
His eyes filled with tears as he looked down at Bam. Then he got up and crawled quickly off the bed and onto the floor, trying desperately to get away from what he'd done.
Bam lifted his head to see where Ville had gone.
"Vil?"
He was answered by a choked cry, and then more so by the sobbing.
"Please, baby, come let me out of these?"
Nothing but cries.
"Baby, please?"
He felt Ville slowly coming back toward him. His own heart broke again seeing Ville's soul bared in his own eyes.
"I'm so sorry!" His arms hugged Bam's body close his, before reaching out and taking up the set of tiny keys and unlocking the restraints.
"Shhh, it's okay, that wasn't you who did that to me, okay? I love you." Bam pulled him close.
"I'm so sorry. I swore I wouldn't hurt you again, and I keep doing it!" His hand covered his mouth, trying to hold in another choking sob.
Bam sat up best he could, feeling the blood stream down his thighs. He pulled Ville to him again. "I love you."
"You shouldn't." Green eyes looked mournfully into blue.
"But I do." Bam gave him a little smile.
"I need help. I can't keep doing this." Ville looked up at Bam, who was glad to finally hear those words. His lover broke completely, allowing himself to cry over everything that had happened to him, and the things he'd done to his love.
"I'm so sorry." He said again into Bam's neck.
"I forgive you. That wasn't my Ville. You are. You wouldn't hurt me, I know you wouldn't."
"But I did! I hate this! I love you so much one minute and the next thing I know, you're bleeding on the floor!"
"I'm okay."
"You should be more than 'okay'! You should be perfect!"
"But I am! Yes that hurt, fuck! it broke my heart! But that wasn't you!"
Ville let out a bitter laugh. "Sure as hell felt like me. I don't remember last night or the night before, and I know I hurt you."
"Yes, you did." He said finally giving up on trying to convince Ville he wasn't to blame. "It's not your fault. You just need a little help."
"Yeah I do and I have to get on a fucking plane tomarrow and leave you like this." He saw Bam face begin to swell from all the blows. He leaned forward and kissed Bam swollen cheek.
"Why don't you stay? We can work things out and you can go talk to someone."
"Yeah."
Bam stood and took hold of Ville's hand and led him into the bathroom. He turned the water and got it to the right temperature before stepping inside, pulling Ville in too.
The water felt good against their tired muscle.
He pulled Ville forward and hugged him tightly. "I love you."
"I love you."
Ville turned Bam into the water and took up the soap and rag. It was soft against his back, and chest, moving slowly over his body. The rag slowly moved down his sides and over his legs before finally coming back up and pushing between his cheeks. Ville's stomach churned as he saw the amount of blood left on the cloth. Bam, on the other hand, was slowly relaxing under his lover's touch. He leaned back slightly, showing Ville it was okay to keep going.
After he was throughly cleaned from head to toe, Ville gently pushed his back into the water and rinsed him off. Bam took the rag and returned the favor, blushing more than once under his boyfriend's adoring eyes.
Bam turned and set the washcloth on the shelf.
He turned the water off the they both steeped out to dry off.
Bam left the bathroom first, Ville followed closely, back over to the bed. The sheets were bloody, a reminder of what had happened. He wanted to cry again, to hold Bam close and beg for forgiveness. Bam didn't seem too effected byt he scene at all.
"Help me get these off." Bam said calmly, pulling up the corner.
"There's an extra set in the closet behind you." They worked together and had the bed made in just a few short minutes. Ville couldn't help but be sicken by the normalcy of it. They were just a couple doing something as everyday as changing the sheets. "Come on, baby, Time for bed." Bam slipped under the covers, still naked from the shower. He followed quickly realizing the cold chill of the room. Bam lay facing away from the the Finn, but quickly scooted back and up against the other man. Ville's arms encirled Bam's waist, "I love you." He said gently kissing Bam shoulder, right over where he'd bit it the night before.
"I love you too." Bam turned over and pulled him into a sweet kiss, and hugged him close, "I always will, no matter what."

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 14:46:22 GMT

Title: Just A Kiss
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Pairings: Mikey/Frank, Bert/Gerard, alluded to Gerard/Frank/Mikey
A/N: Another old one, actually it was my first MCR fic. It's my best work, but I think it's cute so I'm posting it.

I don't even know what started the argument/flirtation, most likely something one of them said in an interview. But that said, my dear brother and his friend, equally dear to me have been going on and on all morning about how the other is gay but they themselves are not.
I, myself, know for a fact that neither are any where close to being straight, but that's a different story entirely.
We were all standing outside the tour buses, I was talking to the other guys, Gerard and Bert were still calling each other names.
"I'm not gay, you queer." Gerard laughed, standing next to Bert, they both leaned back against the bus.
"Fag, please, you know you love the cock!"
Yes, people they really are that immature at times. I love them both, but I'm close to strangling them, just to get them to stop it.
I glance over at Frank, who's looking equally annoyed.
He leans in close to me and says quietly. "Perhaps we should remind Gerard about the awesome threesome we had last Friday." Despite the fact that no one else could have possibly heard, my cheeks still flushed bright red. Everyone knew that Frank and I were together, but only Frank knew, and now Gerard too, about my lust for my older brother, but that's not what this particular story is about.
"I AM NOT GAY, MISTER WAY!" I turned around to see what was going on now.
Bert was facing Gerard, with his hands on his hips. Gerard still wasn't looking at him. I had the feeling that he was staring at me behind his dark sunglasses. The shout had drawn a little more attention to their amusing/annoying as hell fight.
"Lier." My brother said calmly.
"Oh like you would know!"
"I do know."
He let out a noise that sounded half way between a "tut!" and an "ugh!". Something I know I can't reproduce.
"And how is that?" Bert asked haughtily.
"Cause I just know."
"You don't know shit, Nancy Boy."
"I do so, now just admit that your gay and I'll leave you alone about it."
"I have nothing to admit, Gerard."
"Lier." Gerard turned and faced Bert finally.
"Why don't you admit that you are? How about that?"
Frank sighed next to me, wrapped his arm around my waist and layed his head on my shoulder. "They're like a fucking train wreck."
"Don't want to look but you can't look away." I finished for him.
"What the hell is going on?" I looked over Frank's head to see who had asked the question. Tim Armstrong stood looking at the other two, slightly amused.
"They've been arguing all fucking morning over who's gay." Frank answered flatly. I smiled at his dead tone.
"What's the point in that?" Tim asked.
"Basically, they have the hots for each other, but their both too chicken shit to tell the other so they've been doing this fucking flirting all damn day." My love continued with the same dead tone. I knew if I looked at him he'd have a blank stare to his face, showing no emotion at all.
We all quieted down and focused on the other two.
"I am not gay, MacCracken."
I roll my eyes, "Bullshit, Gee." I said under my breath, only to hear Tim chuckle. Oh well, oops Gee, just outed you to one of your fucking idols.
"I'll get you to admit your gay." Gerard smiled.
"Oh really and how do you propose that?"
Gerard pushed his shades on top of his head, and looked dead into Bert's eyes.
"Hmmm sexual tension, much." Tim said quietly.
Before Bert could react, Gerard pushed him up against the tour bus, and pulled him into what looking to be a rather hard kiss. Bert kissed back just as hard. I knew it was a damn good, having been on the receiving end of one just a few hours before.
"Jesus!" Frank lifted up his head and gawked at the two. Gerard, though he was an outgoing guy, within the right group, he wasn't often as impulsive as this.
I watched his tongue glide over Bert's lips, which Bert allowed into his mouth.
Bert's arms wrapped around my brother's neck, and he pressed his body closer. Gerard's arms go around Bert's waist.
"Mmmmm, that's some hot shit." Frank laughed.
Gerard pulled back and smiled at Bert. "Admit it."
"Never." Bert giggled.
Gerard shook his head and leaned forward again, this time Bert was the first to slip his tongue inside the other's mouth.
"Ummmm, why are we all standing here watching two guys make out?" Someone else came up, I didn't look to see who.
"Cause it's hot." I heard Tim answer, just about the same time Bert unconsciously rubs his hips forward into my brother's.
Gerard pulls away again, and again looks at Bert smiling, "Hmmm?"
"Fuck you can kiss!" Bert said breathlessly. "But that doesn't make me gay!"
"Yes it does! You fucking rubbed up against me!"
"That doesn't mean anything!" Bert bit his lip, waiting for my bother to kiss him again.
"It does so!"
"No it doesn't." Bert's eyes kept shifting back and forth from Gerard's eye to his lips. He sighed in frustration and pulled my brother back to him. He seemed to surprised that Bert initiated the kiss, but responded just the same. His hands moved from around Bert's waist down to his hips, pulling them forward a bit.
"I guess they were both right." Tim laughed
"And wrong." Frank added, his hand slipping into my back pocket. " I glance over at him, letting him know not to turn it into and all out grope-fest, seeing how we already had one for the other two. I looked over at them, trying not to think about the fact I was in the same position, and few others, with Gerard just a few days before.
Finally, he pulled away again, and looked at Bert, "Well?"
"I can be gay for you." Bert answered with a cheeky grin.