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It started at the funeral [1/1]

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 11:26:55 GMT

Author: blck_cherry
Pairing: Mikey/Gerard
Disclaimer: You know is fake. If you don't, it makes two of us.
Rating: NC-13
Summary: '</lj>It started after the burial.'
blck_cherry Warnings: mention of death.
Author notes: Not beatead. It came to my mind after having read the G. García Marquez' tale 'The Other Rib of Death' again thanks to all_tattooed 'Heaven Just Can't Have You' ficlet..
Comments are love. 979 words.

He woke up startled in the middle of the night. He had dreamed about it again. About the time he saw the sea for first time. He could remember the fresh salty smell of the implacable sea imposing itself and reminding every single alive creature about its cruelty and strength with the constant wave breaking. He remembered the first time he experienced the sensation of having sand stuck between his toes constantly scratching and tickling. He also remembered how he almost drowned when he first got into the sea and how his brother saved him from a tragic fate.

But in his dream, he drowned.

It started after the burial.

He rolled over in bed and shook his thin sheets he always used in hot nights like that one. He shivered when the soft material detaching from his sweaty body cooling the skin for brief seconds. He looked up at the ceiling and wished he had fixed the fan before the funeral, when his brother suggested him to do it. But he didn’t feel like fixing it anymore, doing it would mean listening to something his brother had suggested him to do. The pure thought of it made him shiver again, even if this time his body was melting again.

He closed his eyes for some seconds and tried to recall more details of the dream. His head started hurting and a buzz took over his ears. He should’ve taken his migraine pills before going to bed.

“Fuck”

He said to the darkness spreading in front of him possibly waiting for some sort of reply. It was a moon-less night and the public lighting was broke again. For some seconds he thought about the tale his mother used to tell him and his brother in nights like that. It was something about a horseman that appeared at midnight over the hill at the end of the village within the mayor’s estate; the horseman always appeared riding the raven-full blood English horse he had shipped from the other side of the world. It was said that no one had ever seen the horseman’s face and the only distinguishable thing from his dark shape was a silver tooth shinning under an inexistent light. His mother never told him what was he doing there or why it was scary, but he was scared of him nevertheless.

He shifted his body trying to get comfortable but his frustration grew bigger as the temperature increased inside the room. He was sure down on the street there was a completely different weather but sun had got stuck inside his room shouting itself just to piss him off.

He gave up to his attempts of getting more sleep and embraced insomnia like a man would do with his lover. The sleepless nights started one week ago, the night of the funeral. He wasn’t meant to die that way and not before him.

He got up from his bed and went to the bathroom to cool himself with a shower but he didn’t dare to turn the light on scared of his reflection again. He wasn’t meant to die that way – he thought.

The buzz inside his head grew louder. He hit his head against the wall knowing that it would just make it worse although the tiles were cold enough to cool his forehead for some seconds. He tried to recollect where he had put his pills that morning when he decided not to take them to ‘give his liver a rest’. He mentally cursed his mother’s health advices for some seconds; he shouldn’t have listened when she told him to give his body a rest from his medications. She should stick to telling tales.

A second noise got added to the one of his veins throbbing inside his skull. His teeth were grinding with the excess of pressure given by his jaw muscles; he had been clenching his teeth the whole time he had been inside the bathroom. It reminded him of the funeral. He shouldn’t have died that way.

He closed his hands into fists digging his nails in his palms before hitting the wall with both of them. The headache got better; his knuckles hurt more than his head did. He sighed before giving in turning the light on.

He wasn’t ready to face the reflection and jumped back when he saw himself in the mirror. It had been a week since he last stood in front of a mirror.

A week ago his eyes looked dead, his lips were blue and his face resembled a corpse’s rigor mortis but he was in a decent shape after all. This night his skin looked greenish and swollen, his eyes were sinking inside his sockets, the white of the eye was yellowish and his pupils were dilated enough to make the hazel of his iris look black.

He froze and felt his body fast, but gradually, wear out and putrefy like his face did when he looked in the mirror. It started one week ago, at the funeral. He wasn’t supposed to die yet.

He turned the light off and ran back to bed burying his nose in the pillow to stop smelling his body decomposing. It started at his brother’s funeral; he wasn’t supposed to die before him.

His mother’s words echoed inside his head deafening and making his brain get tighter inside his skull, it was swelling as he rotted. She had told him that he shouldn’t have spat on God’s face that way that he was going to punish both of them for the origin of his relationship, he didn’t believe her; to him, it was just the ranting of an old senile woman to him. But this night he knew she was right about it.

He was decomposing at part of Mikey.

Gerard was supposed to die that day.

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"Aftermath of Tomorrow": Chapter 12 - Consequences

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 11:26:17 GMT

Title: Harry Potter and the Aftermath of Tomorrow
Chapter Title: 12: Consequences
Fandoms: Harry Potter/Chronicles of Narnia/Real People
Pairing: Harry Potter/Frank Iero
Story Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word count: ~2,464
Warning(s): Coarse language
Summary: See first chapter
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Chapter Summary: The use of Invincible's primary weapon on Narnian soil may have devastating consequences.

( Chapter 12 - Consequences )
( Table Of Contents )

I still Love You Parts 1 and 2

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 17:51:49 GMT

Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Title: I Still Love You [Part 1 of 2]
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): 016.You don't know what you have done to me.
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Mikey Way
Rating: NC-17 for rape
Word Count: 1,490
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Warning: Warning, this has rape in it. If You don’t like that, then don’t read it.
Author Notes: Written for 30_nights prompt. Also, I’ve tweaked the situation a bit so that Mikey is Bob’s younger brother. Hope you enjoy.

Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Title: I Still Love You [Part 2 of 2]
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): 035.Bonus: I'm poisoned from the very moment.
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Mikey Way
Rating: NC-17 for rape
Word Count: 722
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Warning: Warning, this has rape in it. If You don’t like that, then don’t read it.
Author Notes: Written for 30_nights prompt. Also, I’ve tweaked the situation a bit so that Mikey is Bob’s younger brother. Hope you enjoy.

Part 1
Part 2

Our Journey

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 17:50:04 GMT

Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Title: Our Journey
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): 15.Unkown
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,565
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Author Notes: Written for 30_forbidden prompt.

Our Journey

Wanderers of Ruin (Chapter Six)

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 10:50:23 GMT

Title: Wanderers of Ruin
Author: sunshines_rain
Pairing: None (as of yet)
Rating: R
POV: First
Summary: On the nineteenth day of March the world started to end. Sickness, death, and misery followed the outbreak of the worst virus known to mankind. Ruthless, without mercy, a superbug, leaving only a handful of survivors for every few million. One of them was the man formerly known as the singer, Gerard Way. Follow the sad story of the man without a band, in a world that has forgotten everything he's ever loved.
Disclaimer: Complete and total fiction. Don't like, don't read. Don't repost without my permission.
Beta credit to Drea.

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Chapter Six

mikeyway and the toaster genie

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 09:07:10 GMT

Title:mikeyway and the toaster genie

Author: thehungrymuffin

Pairing: slight frank/bob

Rating: PG-13 for swearing and...evil toasters?

Summary: "MISTER BUGGLES!!!!!!!" Frank screamed, rushing to the window as if he could somehow rescue the bear, Bob stepping forward at the same time as Mikey to comfort a distraught Frank, and hold him back from attacking Ray.

Disclaimer: this is real, and i'm harry houdini. seriously though, i own nothing but the storyline.

Authors notes: couldn't make it much more crack!fic if i tried. it has a talking toaster, dudes...

part one.

part two.

part three.

"Aftermath of Tomorrow": Chapter 11 - A Measured Response

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 15:29:36 GMT

I know we haven't seen much of the other band members in this fic... Gee makes an appearance in this chapter... and is on the receiving end of a prank on the part of Harry.

Title: Harry Potter and the Aftermath of Tomorrow
Chapter Title: 11. A Measured Response
Fandoms: Harry Potter/Chronicles of Narnia/Real People
Pairing: Harry Potter/Frank Iero
Story Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word count: ~6,878
Warning(s): Coarse language
Summary: See first chapter
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Chapter Summary: Harry unleashes Invincible's primary weapon against castle Telmar.

( Chapter 11 - A Measured Response )
( Table Of Contents )

Soldier's Soliloquy. [1//1]

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 19:43:53 GMT

Title: Soldier's Soliloquy.
Author: linerlover
Pairing: Gerard / Frank
Rating: PG-13 (a little swearing, heavy themes)
Summary: That monster was not me. It was a part of me, but not me. It was my dark side, my own personal demon.
Disclaimer: I don't own MCR. There. You got that? Gooooood...
Author's Notes: Yes, I know this is the final chapter of Kat (hellosailorr )'s old fanfic. I know, because I co-wrote it, and this chapter was one that I wrote all by my lonesome.

And if you're confused, you understand this perfectly.

The Sheep Came Running [1/1]

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 11:08:35 GMT

I am posting this for a friend of mine, because she's still learning how to work lj and I offered. [and she wrote it for me. -tehe-] So anyway, here it is....

Title: The Sheep Came Running
Author:focus_out
Pairing:Gerard/ Mikey Way
Rating:NC-17
POV:3rd
Summary: Gerard can't sleep, Mikey helps him sleep.
Disclaimer:Fake, totally made out of the depths of my disgusting mind. I don't own, don't know.
Warnings: Incestuous blow jobs and fingering
Author Notes: Written for my_life_myway33

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It'll be so sweet

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 10:11:10 GMT

Title: It'll be so sweet

Author: thehungrymuffin

Pairing: Mikey/Frank

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Frank convinces Mikey to fall back into old habits

Disclaimer: I own only my warped mind and ideas. The My Chemical Romances are definately not owned by me, sadly.

Authors notes: First fic I've posted on LJ. Even I'm not entirely sure what its about, but it can be interpreted to be metaphorical or as literal as you want...
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Fic: All The Vicious Remarks And Verbal Attacks (1/1)

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 07:15:12 GMT

Title: All The Vicious Remarks and Verbal Attacks (one shot)
Author: tunny_romance
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mikey/OFC
POV: 1st, female’s
Summary: She can take a lot, but what if the bomb finally bursts?
Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fiction. Names belong to the band, the title is shamelessly stolen from “When You’re Around” by Motion City Soundtrack. The plot of this story is mine, I partially lived through it. I do not intend to make money out of this oneshot. Neither do I own, believe or wish to get sued.
Author's notes: Mikey has a sister who is three years older than him, trust me on this.
Don’t like, don’t read.
!! DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION !!
Warnings: swearing, hetero relationships and perhaps some fluff, self- corrected, with some help of MS Office 2007.

I slam my laptop shut, I’m sick of this. Why does she always have to take revenge on me because she can’t stand it when someone says what he or she thinks and when, on top of all of that, that person is right?! It just isn’t fair anymore and I seriously start to wonder why I’ve ever become friends with his sister.

Okay, going by the look on your face, it’s clear that you don’t understand what is going on and why I come bursting in like that. I’m Brenda, I’m Mikey Way’s girlfriend. I’ve known him for ages, since he and my brother were in the same football team and that’s how we met. We were distant friends at first, but as time passed, we got more close and eventually, we started dating. I was already friends with his sister Rhonda at the time. That’s the girl I’m talking about by the way.

Things all started when Mikey told me that Rhonda, his three year older sister, read the message I sent. When I tried confronting her with it, she told me that she always does that and she asked my opinion. I told her that we don’t do that, and that I don’t like it when my text messages are being read by someone else except for Mikey. She was mad, no, she was furious because I said that. Mikey stood right behind me, supporting me the best he could.

I didn’t think it would happen again, until Mikey started to go to college. He told me that whenever he’s studying, Rhonda decides to look something up on the computer, which is standing right next to him. I tried to advise him to search some other place to study, but he said he can’t study somewhere else, because the desk he works on, gives out to their front yard, and he needs to look outside from time to time. But Rhonda could show some respect too, and wait a little longer until her brother is finished. She got the respect from him when she needed to study, why can’t that be the other way around?
So earlier today, I was on msn, to check my e-mail and to take a break for a little while. Rhonda, who obviously was sitting next to Mikey while he had to study, again, decided to bug me on msn. She started with saying that my boyfriend was being a pain in the ass again. And then she started saying that Mikey was reading along with what she was saying and that he wasn’t allowed to because what she was saying on msn was private. I told her that I had work to do and signed off. I’m not into these conversations anymore. She won’t get me that far, I’m better than that.

A few minutes later, Mikey came on msn, asking me for help. I tried to help him, but my internet broke down for the umpteenth time today, so I couldn’t help him. I called him on his cell, helping him through that, and I hear Rhonda shout at the background that she’s working very hard for school and that Mikey is calling over the phone. So Mikey gets another burn-out from his mother. Yes, I have wondered before how old her brain is. I’m guessing 3 or younger. I really hope Rhonda will live long, because the longer we live, the more we learn and she definitely needs that.

“Why do you let her get away with this? I understand you don’t like to get another burn-out, but she’s your sister, she could show some respect towards you!” I state, trying hard not to get angry at Mikey for this.
“I tried telling her that she should let me study, but she didn’t listen, she said she only needed a computer, no internet,” Mikey apologizes.
“But she has her own laptop, she could use that one,” I state, and the more I try to keep my anger inside of me, it keeps on building up and raging underneath my skin.
“I don’t know what I can do about it to make it stop,” Mikey desperately says; small tears are shining in his eyes right now and I feel both angry and guilty for blaming him for this.
“Listen, Mikey, I don’t want to start a fight with Rhonda, I promised you I wouldn’t have an argument, but this is going way out of line. She has to know that what she’s doing isn’t nice, or funny. And if she doesn’t change, she will be angry a lot of times at people. She should take me for who I am and not for who she wants me to be. I’m a human being, I have the right to my own opinion, whether she likes it or not,” I start raging.
“I know, Bren, but…” Mikey starts, but I cut him off.
“No Mikey, you don’t. You don’t know how it’s like to have a friend and lose her over something incredibly stupid like this, just because she says it’s different now that I’m dating you. The least she could do is show some respect. I’m even scared to take papers or my wallet inside your house, because everything is read. I’m sick of her childish moods. Why can’t she act like her age? She’s one fucking year older than I am and even I have more brains in my stupid head! Is she that jealous at us? She’s a hypocrite! Has anyone ever told her that? I think she’d explode!” I rage, and tears are running down Mikey’s face.
“Like I can help that she’s my sister! You don’t chose your family, Bren! Do you even know how much I envy you? Your parents are open-minded, your brother isn’t an asshole and you get to do everything you want to at whatever time you want to! It frustrates me to see that I can’t have that life you’re living. So many times, I’ve thought about leaving that shithole, but then I realize that I can’t stand on my own feet, just yet. So many times I’ve wanted to just shout that she had to go away from me and keep out of the room, but she doesn’t listen. So many times I’ve told her to stop being a bitch whenever I help her, but she never stops. Do you think that’s a nice way to live? Do you now know why I’m so happy when I can be with you?” Mikey shouts back at me and something inside of me breaks.

A silence falls upon us, I’m scared to say something now. I haven’t seen Mikey like this. He’s furious, and I can’t blame him. But all I wanted was some respect. Crying, sobbing and sniffling, that’s all that is heard at that moment. I stand up, wanting to walk away, but Mikey pulls my hand. His eyes are red and I feel guilty for making him so angry. He pulls me down again, on his lap.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Brenda. I’ve tried everything, but nothing works. The only thing that’s left is to count down the days until I can live with you, and I’m counting, Bren, I truly am,” he says in between sobs.
“Michael, I’m so sorry I got this out on you. I just don’t know how and where I can do and say what I want. I always have to think before I say something, I always have to be careful with what I say and to whom. It’s hard, Mikey. And with someone like Rhonda acting like that, things don’t get easier. I just couldn’t stand all of her vicious remarks and verbal attacks,” I try to explain; my voice is still shaking from anger and from the bulge that has formed itself in my throat.
“Honey, listen. We’re going to get through this. I promise. I don’t know how, I don’t know when, but I know that we will survive this. Besides, you don’t come to my place for her, right?” Mikey cracks me a smile.
“No,” I reply, feeling a little bit better.
“Well then, why don’t we just leave her say whatever she has to say, and ignore her completely, just like she does to us?” Mikey suggests and I nod.
“We will get through this,” I hesitantly say; yes, I hesitate, I’m not sure if we will get through this and if he repeats my sentence, I think I will be a little more sure that we’ll get through all of this.
“We’ll get through this, together. We, together, forever, remember?” he repeats my sentence and I smile.
“Yea, I remember,” I say, and Mikey pulls me into a hug.

The hug is warm, welcoming and gentle. His hands trace circles on my back and he keeps holding me. I was so scared I was going to lose him over this, I thought he would chose his family above me. He’s my guardian angel, he saved my life, more than once. I can’t live without him. Love is something bittersweet that I’ll never be able to understand. Nonetheless it’s wonderful to have him around me, and no matter what people say, I’ll always love him for his kindness, for knowing that he’s not like them, for his humor and for so many other things. I’m living with him, not with his sister, mother or father.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers down my ear and I blink away a tear.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” I reply and kiss his cheek.

We, together, forever. Together against the world, against the people who don’t want or like us. They’ll have to accept that we’re there, that we’re there together and that we won’t ever leave.

Wanderers of Ruin (Chapter 5)

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 11:32:47 GMT

Human Gods

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 13:31:00 GMT

Title: Human Gods
Author: seraph05
Rating: PG - 13
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairings: Gerard/ Frank
Warnings: swearing
Disclaimer: I wish this hadn’t happened. It did but probably not in this exact way so, it’s fanfiction, I don’t own them, don’t sue me.
Summary: Gerard gave his soaked hair and face a brief scrub with the fluffy white towel scrunched in his fist before throwing it to the side, fury more than evident.

http://seraph05.livejournal.com/25221.html

Carving Knife Silver

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 12:45:56 GMT

Title: Carving Knife Silver
Author: seraph05
Rating: PG - 13
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Warnings: suggestion of murder, one shot, very short
Disclaimer: This SO did not happen. I dreamt it.
Summary: Carving knife silver clangs on old dry floorboards a red splatter escaping its edge. Gerard-centric.

http://seraph05.livejournal.com/24867.html#cutid1

The Envy of Icarus (link fixed)

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 11:44:31 GMT

Title: The Envy of Icarus
Author: shootingducks
Paring: Frank/Jamia
Rating: R
Summary: She'd always seen something bright within Frank but it was nothing like this in her head.
Disclaimer: It's a lie.
Warnings/notes: Swearing, bit visceral but not really. 1,284 words. For the wtf27 challenge table, prompt 004. wings.

Link fixed
Tradewinds bury fire from broken wings into arms below the ocean

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"Aftermath of Tomorrow": Chapter 10 - Now, It's Personal

Tue, 23 Sep 2008 14:50:16 GMT

Title: Harry Potter and the Aftermath of Tomorrow
Chapter Title: 10. Now, It's Personal
Fandoms: Harry Potter/Chronicles of Narnia/Real People
Pairing: Harry Potter/Frank Iero
Story Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word count: ~4,162
Warning(s): Coarse language, violence, gore. Dark!Harry!!
Summary: See first chapter
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Chapter Summary: An incident aboard the Invincible forces Harry to reverse a previously made decision.

( Chapter 9 - "You're a Wizard, Caspian" )
( Table Of Contents )

The Envy of Icarus

Tue, 23 Sep 2008 14:49:55 GMT

Title: The Envy of Icarus
Author: shootingducks
Paring: Frank Iero/Jamia Nestor
Rating: R
Summary: She'd always seen something bright within Frank but it was nothing like this in her head.
Disclaimer: It's a lie.
Warnings/notes: Swearing, bit visceral but not really. 1,284 words. For the wtf27 challenge table, prompt 004. wings.

Tradewinds bury fire from broken wings into arms below the ocean

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Even the Best of Plans Have Ways of Being Obliterated [1/1]

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 13:30:12 GMT

Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Title: Even the Best of Plans Have Ways of Being Obliterated
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): oo3. Transportation
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Mikey Way
Challenge: M-Preg
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5,384
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Author Notes: Written for 30_fluffs prompt.

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Just Living Proof The Camera's Lying {5 / 38}

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 07:56:56 GMT

TITLE: Just Living Proof The Camera's Lying

PAIRING: Frank Iero / (OFC) Rosaline Cherry

RATING: PG-13, Language and Mild Adult Themes

SUMMARY: After years best friends are finally willing to admit their feelings, even if its much harder than it looks.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except the plot of the story and the characters that I created. MCR is in no way mine, no matter how much I want them. Special thanks to linerlover for being an amazing Beta!

A/N: The information on character backgrounds is the linked page so that you have the information, the link to the chapters are located there.
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"Aftermath of Tomorrow - Chapter 9: "You're a Wizard, Caspian""

Fri, 19 Sep 2008 08:39:38 GMT

Title: Harry Potter and the Aftermath of Tomorrow
Chapter Title: 9. You're a Wizard, Caspian
Fandoms: Harry Potter/Chronicles of Narnia/Real People
Pairing: Harry Potter/Frank Iero
Story Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word count: ~8,210
Warning(s): Fluff/slash, alcohol use… this has not been beta'd
Summary: See first chapter
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Chapter Summary: Deric and part of the SAU arrest Prunaprismia and take custody of her baby… Travis realizes he may have had a little too much fun at the previous night's party, while Caspian tries to assure him otherwise… Travis & Harry end up in a mock-duel, and Caspian finds out something rather shocking about himself.

( Chapter 9 - "You're a Wizard, Caspian" )
( Table Of Contents )

Lose Control [1/1]

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 21:21:07 GMT

Title: Lose Control
Author: preciousthings9
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Frank/Gerard, Gerard/Frank/Mikey
Dedication: None
Disclaimer: This is completely fictional.
Summary: Mikey's POV. I shook my head again, harder this time, attempting to chase away my arousal. This was not supposed to be turning me on.
Author Notes: Hahahaha, this gave me such a headache ... I found myself having to go back and read it over again to remember where everyone was. *headdesk*.

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I wish I wasn’t so afraid of driving in the rain. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. We had just left the bar, Frank and Gerard very drunk in the back seat, and I the designated driver. I didn’t like getting drunk anyway. It was gross. I wasn’t a fan of vomiting. But I was surprised at Frankie. He was maybe even a little more wasted than Gerard, which was often hard to accomplish.

They were laughing in the back about something, I didn’t really want to know what, when I decided that it would be best to just stop for the night instead of continuing to drive in the ever worsening storm. So I pulled into a cheap motel to get us through the night and dragged the two drunks from the back seat and into the lobby, where I got us a room. As I was waiting for the key I heard Frankie giggling and I looked back at them. Up to no good, I assumed, but tried to ignore it and got them to the room in one piece, minus getting drenched along the way.

I walked in. It was tiny. There were two beds. I heard my brother run into the door and start to laugh, Frank stumbling in close behind. I sighed. Ignore them, Mikey, ignore them. I tried to figure out who would sleep where as I yanked my jacket off, it sticking to my skin.

“Ooo, Frankie, you’re all wet.”

I supposed I would sleep on the floor.

“Gerard, stop it …”

It would be a lot easier for someone to run to the bathroom to vomit if they could just roll off a bed anyway.

“Oh, fuck …!”

I heard the door close and Frankie giggling again. (His giggling was so infectious.) I turned to see Gerard with Frank up against the door, kissing at his neck, tugging at his shirt. Frank had his hands on Gerard’s shoulders, half-heartedly pushing the man away, his head back against the door.

I sighed inwardly. You have got to be kidding me.

I decided to try and ignore their antics, which made figuring out who slept where a hell of a lot easier, and crawled under the covers of the bed nearest the window. I watched the storm rage outside and heard my brother and his best friend fool around. When I say I heard them, I don’t mean I listened to them; there is a big difference between hearing and listening. I heard them.

I also heard them moving to the wall nearest the other bed, the light brushing sound of clothing-on-clothing, then clothing-on-skin, perhaps a shirt being pulled off, soft moaning in between hungry kisses. But I listened to them bump against the other wall and Frankie panting, moaning. I wasn’t sure I wanted to look. But I did.

Gerard had his face in the crotch of Frank’s jeans and Frank had one hand in Gerard’s hair, slowly beginning to ride his hips against it. Imaginary blowjob? Gerard licked the spot nearest his nose and apparently Frank could feel it because he groaned my brother’s name.

Frank pulled Gerard up from his current position and flopped the two of them down on the bed, Frank on top, pulling Gerard’s shirt off. I turned over, my back to them, and really concentrated on ignoring them this time. Now kissing was all I heard and the rustling of sheets. I heard my brother moan, more sheets moving. I shut my eyes tightly and shook my head. Part of me wanted to throw up a little bit, but the other …

Fuck!

I shook my head again, harder this time, attempting to chase away my arousal. This was not supposed to be turning me on.

More panting. Gerard. “Frankie …”

More kissing, moaning, Frank muttering something like, “Gerard, I want you to fuck me so hard …”

It was really strange listening to this and not seeing what was actually going on. I guess no one really knows how stupid they sound when they’re having sex or, rather, just about to.

I heard my brother giggle that time (which was never a good sign) and a whimper of frustration from Frank. “Gerard, what the hell?”

“Sshh, sshh. I think Mikey’s jealous he’s not getting any.”

Woah, woah, woah. No. Absolutely not. “I don’t want any part in this, Gerard.”

Frank laughed.

I didn’t hear anything then, which was probably the first warning of the things to come. I thought maybe they had stopped, but the hot breath on my neck and the hand creeping over my chest assured me otherwise. I turned onto my back quickly, the person taking that opportunity to remove the sheets that were covering me, straddle my hips and hold me down on the bed.

It was Gerard.

I tried to squirm free from his hold, to no avail. “Gerard, what the fuck?!”

He smirked (also never a good sign) and lowered himself onto me, his mouth at my neck, nibbling, kissing, making my breath hitch, making me want him off me. I shoved at his shoulders. “Gerard, stop!!”

He sat up and looked at Frank, sing-song-ily calling for him, “Ohh, Frankie! We’re going to need a second set of hands!”

I felt Frank grab at my wrists and position himself behind my head, holding my arms up where he was sitting. I tried to break Frank’s hold on my arms which, for a drunk man, was pretty tight. Gerard smirked again and kissed my cheek. “Now, where were we?” I jolted at the feeling of Gerard’s tongue on my jaw and felt my breathing speed up. “Gerard, stop it, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

He bit at the lobe of my ear and whispered. “You want this, Mikey.”

“No, no, I don’t!”

“Yes, yes, you do.” He started biting down to my shoulder, moving himself forward on my hips and kissed more deeply at my skin.

“Fuck! Gerard! You have no idea what you’re saying!” I suddenly felt his hand at my crotch. I bit my lip and shut my eyes, hoping it would all just go away. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want this.

He started rubbing slowly, firmly.

I bit harder. I didn’t want this!

Frank loosened his grip on my wrists, but somehow I couldn’t find the strength to do anything about it. Gerard moaned deep in his throat before whispering into my ear, “Does it feel good, Mikey?”

Fuck, it did … it did, and I didn’t want to give in to this. Everything about the thoughts, the desires, were absolutely wrong. I wanted to push him away, tell him to just go to sleep, and he would forget in an instant everything he wanted to do with me. But I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t let me. He removed his hand from its spot, at which a small whimper escaped my lungs. He brushed his fingers over my cheek and uttered a guttural, drawn out, “Relax.” I felt myself subconsciously buck my hips against Gerard’s, at which he chuckled and planted himself more firmly down on my thighs, pinning me to the bed.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast!” He kissed at my open lips which I hesitantly turned away from him. If there was one thing I would try to convince myself not to do, it was kiss my own brother on the lips. But that plan failed. He gently kissed the corner of my mouth, his hand cupping the opposite cheek lightly to turn my face back to his. I did my best to restrain myself, I really did, hoping that maybe I still had a chance to get out of this with only an insignificant moment of weakness, but I felt myself slowly giving in to his torture.

I nipped at his bottom lip and kissed him, softly at first, until his tongue managed to slip into my mouth and I repeated the same action. He slid his hand from my cheek to my neck, pulling me in closer before trickling his fingers down to my ribcage and pulling away from my lips.

I realize now that all of this was to get me to fall into it, to make me want it, to make me want him. I pressed my head back further into its place between Frank’s legs as Gerard started pulling my shirt over my head with a little help from the man sitting behind me. Gerard started biting at the skin on my neck, my shoulder, my chest, readjusting himself on my legs. I felt myself moan and Frank’s fingers creep into my hair as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, like he hadn’t eaten in a week, upside-down, Spiderman style, and I felt the rain in his hair drip onto my face once. And it was sexy.

Gerard’s mouth left my skin momentarily as his hands undid my belt and my pants, yanking them down just enough to run his fingers over my length. I moaned into Frank’s mouth, squirming, my chest heaving. I heard Gerard laugh. He kissed my left hip bone. I reached my hands into Frank’s hair and broke away from his lips when Gerard started stroking me up and down slowly. Frank sucked at my jaw and groped at my chest with his hands and Gerard started pumping me harder.

I panted my brother’s name, groaning, feeling myself reaching the limit, but Gerard pulled his hand away and before I could ask him why the hell he stopped, he was above me, kissing Frank, who had grabbed at my wrists again when I reached down to jerk myself off, because Gerard obviously wasn’t interested in finishing the job he started. I was still panting, “Gerard, don’t … please …” He leaned over and kissed me, silencing me.

He pulled away and whispered, “Do me a favor?” before biting at Frank’s chest, making him moan. I knew what my brother wanted me to do and, honestly in that moment, I didn’t care. I scooted myself up slightly and started hastily undoing my brother’s jeans. I heard him moan and put his hand in my hair, pulling me against his stomach. I kissed it obediently and pulled down his pants. He was already hard. I kissed his waist before taking him into my mouth slowly.

I felt him stiffen and he groaned my name. Both his hands were in my hair now, directing me, and I grazed my teeth over him. He moaned and I felt him thrust into my mouth and I put my hands on his hips to hold him still as I sucked him off. I teasingly pulled my mouth away from him, even though his hands were urging otherwise and so were the noises he was making, running my tongue across him one last time. I wrapped my fingers delicately around his cock and started to stroke it quickly, his hands scraping their way down to my shoulder blades and my teeth digging into his neck.

I felt Frankie’s hands creep around to my chest as he started planting kisses and an occasional nibble down my spine, groaning softly. He wanted some too. And I wanted some Frankie. I let go of my brother and he swore something about putting my hand back where it was. I brushed my cheek against his, whispering, “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast.”

I felt Frankie’s lips moving up my back and his hands moving down my front and he turned me around and pulled me on top of him. I moaned and kissed him roughly. I grinded my hips down onto his, making him say my name in a high whimpering voice and put his hand on my neck, pulling more of me into his mouth. He must have removed his jeans earlier while Gerard and I were … er … busy, because I didn’t remember him having them off. And I was the sober one, so I could defend my case.

I sucked at his neck and he tossed his head back, breathing heavily into the air, his nails nearly embedded in my skin. And I hadn’t even really gotten started yet. But I figured that both of us had so much pent up desire at this point, we just really needed to get it out. Gerard would do this to us, I decided.

I rolled over, taking Frankie with me and he really could have convinced me he was starving because it was the second time he kissed me like he was. I decided then that where Gerard was coy and sexy, Frank was dirty and sexy, and I liked it. I felt him stop breathing for a moment and I tilted my head back, craning my neck and letting him devour it, seeing my brother positioning himself behind Frank, kissing up his spine. Gerard reached forward and yanked Frankie’s head back by his hair, then held his hand out in front of him. Frank took Gerard’s hand and spread its fingers, running his tongue slowly along my brother’s palm, at which I assumed they were not prepared for this sort of thing.

Frankie licked under my chin and I pulled him back onto my lips, tugging at his hair. I didn’t want to watch my brother lubricate himself, personally, especially with Frank’s saliva. I felt Frankie’s breath hitch and he groaned slightly into my mouth, which he broke away from soon after and his face was against mine and he was making this half-whimpering half-moaning noise and it was the hottest fucking thing ever, and when his rubbing against the side of my face became more rhythmic it confirmed my suspicions of what exactly was going on back there. I don’t know whose hand it was that grabbed at my erection (I assumed it was my brother’s), but they started jerking us off, me and Frank, in time with Gerard’s own movements.

I panted out Frankie’s name and put my hand in his hair as he half-whimpered half-moaned into my ear and the pace of the hand quickened. I tossed my head back, listening to Gerard’s audibly labored breathing. I felt Frank stiffen and I felt a stickiness on my stomach and the hand slowed, perhaps assuming both of us were done, which was completely untrue. I grabbed at Gerard’s wrist and guided his hand quickly over my cock and heard him moan as he watched me get myself off. My jaw hung slack when I gave one last whimper of pleasure, almost in sync with Gerard’s, and came onto his fingers. My body went limp and I caught my breath as Frank kind of dropped to the side and moaned contentedly. A moment went by and I felt my brother creep up in between us and yank at the ruined covers to pull them over the three of us.

I shut my eyes and caught my breath, feeling the warmth radiating from Gerard as he snuggled up against me, drunk off his ass, but entirely pleased with the situation, giving my shoulder a short kiss and a satisfied sigh. A slight emptiness took its place in my stomach when he leaned up to my ear and breathed, “I love you, Mikey.” I didn’t say anything back, because what was I supposed to say to that? I ignored him and he kind of rolled over and muttered something to Frankie before I fell off into much needed sleep.

Wanderers of Ruin (Chapter 4)

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 07:18:23 GMT

Title: Wanderers of Ruin
Author: sunshines_rain
Pairing: None (as of yet)
Rating: R
POV: First
Summary: On the nineteenth day of March the world started to end. Sickness, death, and misery followed the outbreak of the worst virus known to mankind. Ruthless, without mercy, a superbug, leaving only a handful of survivors for every few million. One of them was the man formerly known as the singer, Gerard Way. Follow the sad story of the man without a band, in a world that has forgotten everything he's ever loved.
Disclaimer: Complete and total fiction. Don't like, don't read. Don't repost without my permission.
Beta credit to Drea.

Previous Chapters

Chapter Four

It Took A Letter… [1/1]

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 07:18:09 GMT

Fandom: My Chemical Romance/NSYNC
Title: It Took A Letter…
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): 019. Please forget about me...
Pairing: Frank Iero/Lance Bass
Rating: R for mentions of adult themes
Word Count: 589
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Author Notes: Written for 30_memories prompt.

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I Must Belong Somewhere [Gerard Way/Conor Oberst]

Mon, 15 Sep 2008 07:33:14 GMT

Title:I Must Belong Somewhere [Part Five]
Author: batmanboxers [Sarah]
Pairing: Gerard Way/Conor Oberst
Rating: PG
POV: Third
Summary: "Pulling out the pen tucked beneath the sheets of his book, Conor started to scrawl nervously on the blank sheet, mapping out lands and feelings, black and stark against the fresh sheets."
Disclaimer: Do not own. Any religious views mentioned in this aren't intended to cause any offense or discomfort
Author Notes: Ahh, this fic was started just over a year ago and it's taken me roughly that long to update, my humblest apologies. I hope you all like it. Many thanks to xrainbowcloud who really helped me. Dedicated to saint_sorrows who was excited despite the wait.

Part One: Leave the worried look on your lover’s face
Part Two: Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell
Part Three: Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today
Part Four: Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel

Part Five: Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet

Soldier's Soliloquy. [1//1]

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 15:47:43 GMT

Title: Soldier's Soliloquy.
Author: linerlover
Rating: G (soppy stuff...)
Pairing: Gerard Way / Frank Iero
Disclaimer: I don't own any members of MCR, funnily enough. I do, however, own a fluffy gold dragon. Called Jimmy. xD
Summary: I should have controlled myself.

Save me, lover.