Suffer All The Children

The new life with Frank certainly… was… different.

Mikey had never held hands in a public place before he’d gone out officially as Frank’s. Gerard had never leaned over and kissed him over the table when they went out to eat like Frank did. They were all enjoyable… and they made Mikey’s cheek’s tinge a bit red when they happened. Frank made Mikey’s cheeks warm and flushed very often, especially in public. He did a lot of things in public that Gerard would never do. For instance, Gerard had never let Mikey pick what to order when he had taken him out. To keep Mikey thin, he ordered small portions of food, salads, diet soda, anything that had a low calorie count. He would either act very bossy and snap his and Mikey’s order to their waiter or waitress, or he would instruct Mikey to observe the menu thoroughly, but really the choice that he had already given him.

Mikey was sure that it would seem stupid, but one of the best parts of being out with Frank was getting something that he hadn’t had since he was twelve, or buy something that Gerard wouldn’t allow him to previously. Frank was always enjoyable to be around, and he encouraged Mikey to make whatever choices he could by himself, which was half the reason, Mikey was sure, that he liked him so much in the first place.

However, as good as things were with Frank and as much as he enjoyed being under his care as opposed to Gerard, being in an actual relationship with him, holding his hand… things would have been too simple if they were perfect.

Mikey felt very guilty, and rightfully, in his opinion, about the drawbacks that he couldn’t help but have. He often had a hard time keeping his eyes from lingering on Gerard when they were in the same vicinity. At first, Mikey was sure that it was out of fear that he watched his old master so intently. He was sure that he was only frightened of being punished or of Frank being punished for taking him away, but that didn’t seem the right emotion to call it… He was scared of what Gerard might do of course, but that passed with the days in which he had committed no act of retaliation. Even after a week had gone by, he couldn’t keep his eyes off Gerard.

It could have been Gerard’s plan to do this, Mikey figured as he tried to sift the information in his mind. His brother, in an account that Frank had called lucky, would no longer speak to Mikey, let alone acknowledge him, and only referred to him as ‘the bassist’ on band matters. Mikey and Frank, as a pair, were not entirely sure if this was an act of spite or of general surrender, but Frank had elected that in whatever the case, it was a good thing. Mikey, with his newfound permission to make up his own mind, wasn’t quite sure that he agreed.

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It had been about a week and a half, maybe ten or eleven days of officially being with Frank. They had played two shows, neither or which had Gerard acknowledged Mikey at. Mikey had stayed with Frank a majority of the time. In fact, they had moved almost all of Mikey’s clothing into Frank’s room—needless to say, they had left all of the other things that Gerard had kept in Mikey’s closets and drawers in the room. The day was early, but Mikey had already spent the majority of it with Frank, out to breakfast, then for coffee, as they were heading home, Mikey had spotted a Gamestop, and pulled an amused Frank into it behind him, and the pair had spent almost an hour playing the sample game on display before Frank had decided it was time to leave. He only got Mikey to join him by promising a Sega Genesis to him when they could spare the money for one. Of course Mikey readily agreed.

So the two arrived minutes later back at the band house, and got out of the car. There was an odd van in the driveway, Mikey noticed as he walked in with Frank. It would only take a second or two once they got inside to figure out why.

“Watch the fuck out.” They were the first words that Gerard had spoken to him in days, and Mikey stood in a daze, letting Frank pull him out of the way into the living-room as Gerard, accompanied by another man who Mikey did not recognize carried the mattress from Mikey’s old bed through the door that they had just opened. Both Mikey and Frank watched, confused, as it was loaded into the van that was parked outside, then came back inside and brought the bed frame from Mikey’s down, followed by the one’s from Gerard’s bed. What was even stranger was that the two next came in with parts that appeared to be from a very heavy wood bed frame, complete with drawers and a headboard. Mikey watched intently as Gerard carried two drawers at once up the stairs…

He couldn’t help but inhale a bit as he watched his brother’s arm muscles strain to carry them. He had seen those arms flex so many times. He remembered watching them tense when Gerard was agitated, pull back as his hand formed a fist. There wasn’t a whole lot of definition to the muscles, but Gerard could still throw a punch very well… Gerard could accomplish a lot with the muscles he did have. God, how much more defined they got as he was on top of Mikey. He could see every vein on them as the set of hands that went with them clenched around his throat or gripped his hair or gripped his skin so tightly that it would bruise.

Those hands… Mikey couldn’t help but let his eyes track down to Gerard’s only visible hand that clenched the bottom of the drawer that he carried. It was so tensed and lined… he wondered if that was how his hands looked when they were on him… when they constricted his throat especially… How he missed the warm, tingling feeling he got when Gerard had decided he was no longer allowed to breathe… God, what a terrible thing to miss, but at the same time…

“Frank…” Mikey’s breathing had quickened a bit, he looked back to his brother’s replacement as the replaced finished his accent to the top floor, “Do you think… we could try something… kind of different?”

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“Fuck! Frank… come on.” Mikey panted, his chest rising and sinking at a rapid pace, his eyes closed tightly.

A short car ride, an exchange of money for a key, and a quick entrance to a motel room later, put Frank on top of Mikey, who was propped against the motel bed in a slightly awkward stance, Frank in him from behind as the boy on bottom gripped the bed sheets, gasping

Frank brought his hand down Mikey’s slender waist, pushing in on himself through the boy’s skin, causing them both to moan with pleasure. His lips and teeth closed and pulled at the skin of Mikey’s neck on occasion, causing the boy’s breath to pick up further. He tightened himself in excitement, “M… Frank…” he could feel his lover’s breath on his neck, warm and damp… “Fuck…” he squirmed a bit, and tightened himself more, causing his swain to groan loudly in his ear, “remember… when I… said to try something different?”

He could feel Frank’s nose rub against the nape of his neck as he nodded, “Whatta you want, sugar? I’ll do anything.”

“M… anything?”

“Yes.”

“Anything… I t-told you to do?”

“Mph… yes, Mikey, anything…”

Mikey took a sharp gasp in, groaning a bit as Frank pressed in a bit harder, gripping his hands to the sheets, “I want you… t-to choke me… put your hands around my neck… make me pass out if you can…”

“Mikey… I…” He could feel Frank slow a bit on top of him, he gaped in for air as he felt Frank pull out of him a bit, but tightened even more causing the other to groan, and push back in, his fingers pushing in roughly on himself through Mikey’s skin, “Mph… c-choke you, Mikey?”

“Yeah… from there is good… just bring your hands up… mph… it’s so kinky Frank…”

“Ah-Alright then…” he could feel Frank, shift a bit, and pull back slightly. One hand slid down to Mikey’s neck, his finger’s stroking his Adam’s -apple slightly. Mikey could hear him quiver as he brought a second hand up, he could feel his body shivering against him, “L-like this?” he whispered, squeezing a little.

Mikey shook his head, panting under his lover, “Harder… fuck… just fuck me up a little…”

“Okay… I just—“ Mikey gagged as Frank’s hands became tighter, he gripped the sheets tighter, but was displeased as his lover loosened up. “Are you okay? I just- you said to”

“Keep going—“ he panted, “Don’t stop yet.”

“Fuck…” He could feel Frank’s finger’s tighten a bit on him and groaned under him. Frank simply growled, still in him, turning Mikey so that his mouth and nose were pressed into the bed, pressing him down while his hands constricted still tighter on his throats. “Come on—“

The combination of Frank’s hands on his throat and Frank inside of him, pressing in on him was so ridiculously exhilarating. Mikey’s body struggled under the other, but being with Gerard had given him a slight amount of control over himself in that situation. He moaned though, very loudly. For the first time, it was alright to go as loud as he could. He attempted to urge Frank on, but the lack of air made him dizzy and his throat was too constricted to make noise.

His body gasped and writhed under Frank as he was held down, and his head began to spin. It wasn’t a bad feeling though. In fact, he loved the feeling. He wasn’t scared, he had gone through the same thing in a much rougher context with very much less control than he had when it was Frank on top of him, plus he liked the way Frank’s hands hurt around his neck. And even when it stopped hurting, his head began to tingle, his eyes popped a bit, but he just squeezed them in. The last thing he could remember was the gagging and gasping in his throat becoming too much. He felt himself release into the bed beneath him.—

“Mikey…” He felt his lungs expand as wide as they could for air… though they strained significantly. Frank lay on top of him, he deduced, still in him, though his hands had moved; he traced up Mikey’s waist slowly, feeling his slightly protruding rips. He felt Frank’s nose on the crook of his neck. His voice was sort of breathless, worried, “Mikey, you okay?”

“Mph…” It was still difficult to speak, so Mikey nodded his head, taking in as much air as he could with each short breath, “M-hm…” he took a few more breaths and squeezed his eyes closed, tightening himself a bit on Frank, “Did you get off?”

He could feel Frank nod on top of him, “Yeah…” he said quietly. Mikey had expected a sort of scared tone. He had assumed that Frank would be terrified to have done what he did, but the voice was low and sultry, sexy, and it brushed softly against his ear, “I’m surprised you can’t feel…” He shifted a bit on top of Mikey, who gasped as he felt a bit of liquid trickle down him.

“Fuck…” he closed his eyes and gripped the sheets, taking a rather heavy breath in. Frank just toyed with him, moving his hand down to Mikey’s stomach to press in on himself again through Mikey’s skin, and cause the boy to groan, “I take it… mph…” Mikey smirked a little as Frank’s hand moved lower on him. He lay there and let Frank do as he pleased. “I take it you liked that.”

Frank’s breathing was hard on him as he waited for a response. His chest pressed him into the bed with each, because they were so heavy on their own, but soon Frank slipped off of him. Mikey groaned as he pulled out of him, and he let Frank turn him over, then climb on top of him. He lay still as Frank grasped his wrists, then proceeded to pin them over his head, then lay there as Frank sit on him, panting a bit still. There was a sort of wild look in his eyes, of animal-like lust. His black hair was sopping with sweat, and his chest pumped in a form of dominance Mikey was sure that he had never seen him in. Perhaps he hadn’t been scared when he was choking him, and maybe he wasn’t even scared now, but Frank on top of him and in control of him reminded Mikey of his place, and he simply lay and watch right back up at Frank, for instructions on what should come next.

“I think,” Frank said finally. He leaned down, Mikey’s hands still pinned above his head, and brought his lips to Mikey’s then brushed them against his and manipulated their hands so that he was grasping each both wrists of Mikey’s in one of his hands, he brought the other to Mikey’s side, purposely, figured the boy, to make his back arch, which it obediently did on command. “I liked the power…” His eyes searched Mikey’s and he pressed the boy’s hands down a bit, to show ascendancy with his next statement. “I liked the control.”

Mikey nodded, tilting his head, perhaps to test Frank… “I like to be controlled,” He added quietly, smirking a tiny bit.

“Yeah?”

Mikey nodded and arched his leg a bit, so that it moved into Frank, considering his lack of ability to use his hands, his chest rising a bit to meet the circumstances.

“But Mikey…” he let his chin be raised by Frank’s hand; a staple move of Gerard’s. “You know I’m not your brother…”

“I know,” he replied. Frank loosened his grip on Mikey’s hands, and he brought one of them down, brushing his fingers on the side of his lover’s face, “I wouldn’t want you to be.”

Frank smiled a bit and moved down on him, still holding his other wrist in place and pressed his lips to Mikey’s, who smiled back through the kiss, pushing his fingers through Frank’s hair. Their lips parted, and they pressed their tongues against each other’s rhythmically, in a much sweeter sense than it had been formerly in the night. He eventually released Mikey’s wrist and moved the hand that was grasping it previously to the side of the boy’s face, leaving Mikey room to move his arms around Frank’s neck.

After quite a few moments of this, Frank pulled back and used a hand to prop himself over Mikey, his chest swelling a bit as he smiled down, using his unoccupied hand to brush Mikey’s hair back, sighing, content as he watched the boy, “You know I love you, Mikey, don’t you?”

“Mhm…” he nuzzled into Frank’s hand, letting out a deep sigh, “It’s amazing.”

“M… and you love me too?”

“Yes,” Mikey had to hold himself from adding, ‘sir’ to his reply, “Very much.”

“Hm… that’s perfect then…” Frank leaned down again and kissed Mikey’s lips for a second or two longer, feeling up his bare ribs as he did so, “Um… what… did you think about what we just did? You really liked that?”

“I really did.” He replied quietly, “Is that bad?”

“I don’t know… is it bad that I did too?”

Mikey sighed, then looked to Frank, moving a hand up to feel his skin, “I don’t think so.”

“I just don’t want to turn into Gerard. I never want to be like that to you…”

“You aren’t like him at all,” replied Mikey, still feeling his skin. He smiled as Frank leaned down, pressing his lips to Mikey’s again.

“Not at all?”

“No.” Mikey moved his hand to Frank’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him gain, parting his lips slightly as they kissed again. He felt that he was truthful in what he had told Frank regarding his similarities to Gerard. He wasn’t like the older Way, perhaps the slightest bit so, but not nearly as controlling or as able to dish out punishment. He couldn’t keep Mikey in line like he was used to, and he didn’t exert enough power to make both his and Mikey’s choices for them. No. Frank was not like Gerard. But perhaps, thought Mikey, with a bit of training, he could learn…