The Power of Suggestion
Title: The Power of Suggestion
Author: fastbetty31
Pairing: Waycest, a little Frank/Mikey, and barely some Gerard/Ray.
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: From beginning to end.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Warnings: Incest, slight drug usage, mass suicide.
"You said this wouldn't happen, you promised," Mikey whispered into his brother's ear, gripping Gerard's forearm with both hands.
Gerard casually looked away, his eyes scanning things he had grown expectant of. Material possessions, plush comfort, the finer things, sort of. He realized as he sat there in his tour bus, his brother's mouth breathing on that sensitive spot just below his ear. The spot his brother by then was all too familiar with. He realized just how easily it could all be taken from them.
"Fucking stupid kids," Gerard said low and offhandedly. He turned to his brother, saw him maybe for the first time, his face fallen from what he heard Gerard say. Mikey's long hair was draped over the side of his face as he sat on his heels, facing his brother. Waiting for an answer, reassurance of some sort, that the sins they had committed with each other and against so many others could be somehow pardoned. All the manipulation, the lies, the deceit. The blood on their hands.
And as he grabbed Mikey by the back of his neck, pulling him down, his face in Gerard's lap... Mikey's hands, even in the midst of turmoil, went quickly to undo Gerard's belt.
He remembered who Mikey was - who they were, at one time. A time of late night dreaming with his best friend. When they sat around creating drug induced schemes - having drug induced sex. Waking to their mother screaming on the other side of a locked door. Reminding them, like clockwork, what losers the two of them were. And when she tired, her words falling on deaf ears, Gerard would snake back up to his little brother. Lightly kiss at the side of Mikey's neck, as Mikey automatically - even in his sleep - pushed back against him. Curving into his brother as Gerard decided, for the two of them, to set aside the day to sleep the night before away.
*****
They have the kind of mother that doesn't go down without a fight. Gerard has never admitted it to anyone, but when his parents fought, the yelling, the cussing, the name calling, it was always her he cursed in his head. He wanted to just take her aside, find the courage to tell her that if maybe she wasn't such a bitch, she wouldn't be so fucking miserable. Communicate with her like adults sometimes do, like they should. He wanted to, but never did.
"He's not your real father," their mother said as she pushed through the door of the room Gerard and Mikey shared together, the doorknob denting the wall from the force of her intrusion. "Happy?" she said, looking away from them, asking that last part obviously to their dad, well, Mikey's dad.
Mikey stared at Gerard, whose mouth hung open slightly as he stared at the empty doorway his mother just left from - back to gloat, he guessed. Thinking her low blow won her that fight.
"I'm sorry, Gerard," Mikey said softly, cautiously sliding off his bed and joining Gerard on his. He waited till Gerard opened his arms letting himself be comforted, then Mikey snuggled against him. Pressing his nose against Gerard's neck, trying to understand why things were the way they were for them. Running his hand back and forth over Gerard's thigh comforting him. Feeling Gerard tremble and Mikey mistaking it for him being upset.
"We're all we've got, Mikey."
"I know."
Gerard looked out his window and saw his dad with a suitcase in his hand, looking back one last time at the house he once shared with his family. Gerard shook his head, "Weak fucking people," was all he could say as Mikey's head slid down into his lap, resting lightly on Gerard's thigh.
*****
"Wrap your one hand around this," Gerard told Mikey, as he placed his brother's hand over his cock. "Then put your other here," he said, reaching for Mikey's other hand. "We have to teach each other how we like it. I'll go first."
Gerard sat back and started to instruct Mikey, "Make fists, as hard as you can... mmm, oh fuck, yeah. Just like that. Squeeze as hard as you can... fuck that's good. Now jerk me off."
Mikey sat on Gerard's right, both at the edge of the bed. Facing away from the door, in case their mother decided the pounding of her fist was no longer sufficient.
"Like this, Gerard? That doesn't hurt you?" Mikey was leaned into him, his glasses fallen down his nose, his hands busy, as he looked up at his brother asking.
"Nah, it feels fucking great. Squeeze harder fuck... you're gonna make me cum, Mikey. Hard-er," Gerard reached down with both hands and showed Mikey exactly how hard he needed it. He grasped it all in his hands - Mikey's hands, and his own cock and balls. "Jack it hard, like this."
Getting what he needed, Gerard let his head fall forward slightly, his orgasm rapidly approaching. He took Mikey by surprise when he turned to him, slapping his glasses off his face. He grabbed a fist full of Mikey's hair and pulled his head down over his cock, "Put it in your mouth." Gerard placed his hands on Mikey's head, pushing his opened mouth down onto himself, "Eat it."
Mikey took Gerard's cock head into his mouth, pumping his fist still wrapped tightly around him and felt the warm liquid of his brother's orgasm.
"Keep squeezing," Gerard told him as he pulled Mikey away from himself.
Mikey's gaze was unfocused as he tried to follow Gerard's movements, his forearms burning from being flexed. Gerard's cock still rock hard in his fist.
"Now I'm gonna teach you how you like it - bend over."
"Alright."
*****
"Who do you think goes to the most concerts, buys the most CDs, and wears nothing but band shit, Mikey?"
"Kids, like us."
"Exactly - kids like us. If we could market off of that shit we'd be millionaires, and fuck this place."
"Is it that easy?"
"Hang on - pinch my nipples and dig your heels hard into my back," Gerard said, with Mikey's legs wrapped around his waist. Gerard let his mouth hang slack, up on his knees, he moaned with each last thrust he gave his brother, unloading deep inside him.
"Yes," he said, out of breath, panting, as he rolled over and had lain on his back, "It's that fucking easy."
They both turned their heads quickly when they heard the banging on their door, something their mother usually did when Gerard's moaning was too loud.
"Fuck, I swear, twenty years I've had to listen to her and that fucking mouth, Mikey. Well, not today," Gerard got up, putting on just his jeans, and headed towards the door.
"Just leave her, please," Mikey begged, facing away from the door, unable to look his mother in the eye. He knew Gerard would protect him.
When Gerard swung the door open, their mother fell into the room, her fist still in the air, screaming, "I did not have your brother so you could use him as your fuck toy!"
She was shocked, gasping as she felt Gerard grab her around her throat. He gripped it then pushed her back out by it - back through the doorway, "Don't bother us again, I mean it."
She mistook Gerard's calm tone and tried to threaten back, rushing back into the room, trying to get to Mikey so she could pull him out.
Gerard grabbed her by her shoulders pushing her up against the wall of the hallway. He crossed one leg over the other because their mother wouldn't hesitate kicking him in his balls, and he spoke into her face, "Do you really think anyone will miss you? No one cares about you, you silly fucking cunt. I love you mom, even after all the bullshit. Please don't make me split your mother fucking skull - it would upset Mikey so much."
"I'll call the police," she said hesitantly, afraid of the strength in the arms holding her down, strength she was just then noticing.
"You think Mikey would stand for that bullshit - me going to jail? You think he'd let you get away with that? Try it. I dare you," he smiled and shook his head slightly. He had won and he knew it by the realization on her face.
He loosened his grip and turned back to his room, slamming the door and locking it.
"Why did you do that? She's gonna call the cops now," Mikey said, still turned away, shame keeping him positioned.
"No, she's not - now bend the fuck over," Gerard stepped out of his jeans moving quickly towards his dresser. Leaning into it he snorted a line of Meth, his one eye watering from the burn in his nose. He lubed up his cock, sticking his lube slicked finger through the heap of powder on their dresser top.
Approaching his brother he said, "Open," while stroking his thick erection.
Mikey jumped up, his body naked under the sheet, stuck his tongue out and sucked Gerard's finger into his mouth.
"Like I was saying," he said as he pushed deep inside Mikey's ass, "subliminal messaging." He stood on the floor against the bed, holding tightly to Mikey's hips as he pushed and pulled him back and forth over his cock. Tasting the Meth drip down the back of his throat.
"Sub? What?" Mikey grunted out.
*****
It didn't take Gerard long to find an in on his scheme. The fact that it wasn't as difficult as he internally thought it was going to be fed his already over-inflated ego. He ordered and read all he could on hypnosis and subliminal messaging but focused more on the direct method of backmasking.
"It's easier than I thought."
"Really? How will we know it's working?"
"We won't. We'll have faith... in me. I'm gonna put something together with the equipment we have here and from what I've already learned. I'll give it to that Ray guy, that nerdy fucking dude that shreds. See what happens."
"Alright, that sounds good."
*****
Ray was the type of guy that knew everything there was to know about music and computers. About any instrument and how they functioned inside and out. About RAM and megabytes. But more importantly, Ray knew how to layer recorded tracks. And had the proper equipment to do so.
"Why can't you just go about it the old-fashioned way - you know? Earn your fans?"
"First off," Gerard started, his voice familiarly perturbed to Mikey who was sitting in his lap as per his brother's request. "It's we, and they're gonna be our fans. I think once you realize that - grasp that shit and wrap that big fucking head of yours around it you'll be more willful with my plans - and if not... well then, you can take a flying leap, Ray," Gerard turned to Mikey who buried his face in Gerard's neck, embarrassed for Ray. "Honestly, good help is hard to find nowadays," he said without a second thought against Mikey's cheek, loving the smell and definition of it. "Let's go to the car."
Pulling Mikey along behind himself, standing in the doorway, Gerard turned to Ray, "Just handle the music, whoever the fuck you need to get to make some somewhat catchy shit - and don't forget Mikey's playing bass, so make sure you set time aside to teach him how. Leave everything set up for me, so when I get back I can record - something. And make sure you split before then - you got," Gerard cocked his head, his mouth off to the side in deep thought, "I'd say twenty minutes." And with that he pulled Mikey away through the door.
Ray nodded his head because, in all actuality, what he had going on before Gerard sought him out was no way near as exciting as what was going on then. The abuse Gerard showed him was acceptable because, well, Gerard did it to everyone. Ray figured if Gerard wasn't being a dick to him that maybe then, Gerard really didn't like him, and Ray didn't want that.
*****
They were in that fragile area, that divides the stage from backstage. It took all the self-control Gerard had but as soon as the house lights came on and Matt's face was in plain view right in front of him he couldn't stop himself. He drew back as far as could, then threw the strength of his whole body forward into a punch that connected square on Matt's jaw.
"What the fuck, Gerard?" Matt held his face, moving his jaw side to side.
"Get it fucking right, or get the fuck out."
Mikey stood beside his brother, ready to attack if Matt decided to retaliate.
When Gerard didn't wait for an answer, just walked away towards the exit, everyone looked to Matt.
Ray agreed with Gerard. He wouldn't have necessarily handled it that way but still, he agreed that Matt was their weak link. Ray had kept a lot of Matt's complaints to himself; trying to avoid what had just happened. He felt guilty in doing so, his loyalty lying with Gerard.
"Pack it up and move it out," Gerard stood at the exit ready to fuck anything with a hole. The warning he had given Matt caused that familiar stirring in his groin. He twirled his finger in the air, signifying for them to get busy, his eyebrows raised challenging anyone to protest. When he saw Ray hurriedly get to work, and Matt sigh louder than usual he was satisfied. "You," Gerard pointed to Mikey, "come with me."
Before Gerard could get to the van he already had his pants open and his hand shoved inside them. Readying himself. Mikey followed closely behind him, reaching behind himself, readying himself as well. His trench coat hiding his actions.
It takes a good thirty minutes to pack all the gear up. Gerard knew this so when he turned around and saw Mikey reaching behind himself obviously preparing himself, he couldn't help smirking because he had taught his little brother so well. When he climbed in, choosing the first seat he found, his pants around his thighs, he watched Mikey jump in - close the door - and flip his trench coat up revealing his ass. Mikey knew Gerard liked fucking this way best - with the idea of him getting a cock in his ass with that coat on. To Gerard it was like a black caped crusader sitting swift and clean, right onto his cock. Like even Batman himself couldn't resist him.
"Oh fuck yeah, ride that shit - do it. Just how I like it," Gerard held Mikey's coat up for him, watching Mikey's ass slide up and down his length.
Mikey knew what, just how I like it, meant. He reached between his legs and grabbed Gerard's balls, one in each fist and squeezed as hard as his conscience allowed him.
"Right. Fucking. There," Gerard grunted each word, thrusting his hips off the seat and meeting Mikey's ass with a hard, loud slap as he came.
"We need another guitar player; some rhythm to drown out all that other shit," Gerard pushed his brother off his lap. "Drive us to the back door so you guys can load this mother fucker up."
"Yeah, alright."
*****
"This is Frankie, he's gonna play rhythm for us," Gerard pushed Frank forward into the circle of guys. "Get him caught up and shit - he's playing tonight," Gerard said to Ray just as he walked out.
"Tonight?"
"You heard him," Mikey shot at Frank, as he walked past him to follow his brother.
"Have you fucked him yet, or let me guess, you're just letting him suck you off right now," Mikey figured he would pay for his words, and in a way he kind of hoped he would.
"Why would you disrespect me like that?"
What Mikey wasn't expecting was the hurt he saw in his brother's eyes.
"Remember long ago when I said we were all we had?"
Mikey dropped his head feeling ashamed of himself.
"I meant it. Don't ever doubt that. No matter if I was fucking him, or anyone else, you should never be jealous because, we're all we have. And anyways, I was going to ask you to suck him off for me. His dick is wide as fuck. I want to watch him rip the sides of your mouth."
Mikey let the fact that Gerard knew the size of Frank's cock go and said quickly, "Yeah. Of course." Because how could he say no to Gerard?
*****
"Matt needs to go. Today. You need to handle that."
"Sure. Yeah, yeah, I can do that."
Gerard walked away from him and Ray could do nothing but stare off. He knew things were gradually spinning out of control. His and the band's jealousy for Frank was evident but no one dared address it. Not while Frank was Gerard's new favorite toy.
Pulling into Matt's driveway, Ray could feel the tension gathering in the back of his neck.
"He said you're done."
"Done? What do you mean done? And before you answer, remember Ray, I know all of this band's dirty little secrets. You guys don't do right by me and I just might let those secrets loose."
"Done. And before you start throwing threats around, remember who you're dealing with."
Ray couldn't help the pain in his chest as he pulled away from Matt's house - Matt running out after him, begging for another chance.
"What did he say?"
As if it was just as painful to recite Ray reluctantly told Gerard about Matt threatening, then begging.
"Threatening?"
"He has a wife and baby on the way, Gerard."
"This new guy, Bob, let's keep all this shit from him. The less the better, you feel me?"
"Yeah, yeah - I feel you."
"And I'll take care of Matt."
"Take care or, take care? Because remember - wife and baby."
"That's none of your fucking business, now is it?"
"You're right. Sorry. Do you need me to do anything else for you?"
"Yeah, I want those big teeth of yours scraping me up and down my dick, while you're fisting my ass. And none of that pussy-ass bullshit. I want red fucking lines on my shaft and you punching my asshole - you got me?"
It only took Ray to picture Frank's face for him to agree, "Yeah, yeah - of course."
*****
"Promise me that this all won't turn out badly, please Gerard?"
"What? Where's all this coming from?"
"Ray gave me ear plugs today, like actual ear plugs and said I needed to count the music in my head - for me to watch Bob and start on his first beat... or some shit. I just want you to promise me that everything we're doing is... I don't know. Right, I guess."
"I decided to bring James in - I already talked to him. He's gonna run the hidden track during live shows. He's gonna play the keyboard - mask it better."
"And he went for that?"
"Hell yeah he did. I'm a great negotiator- in case you forgot."
"And you really believe that we shouldn't hear it?"
"Mikey... just, I know what's best. It breaks my heart when you lose faith in me. We're gonna make millions off this next tour. Our dreams are becoming more true everyday."
"I'm not losing faith in you. I just, sometimes, I wonder if it's working or maybe it's us. You know? Like maybe they really like us."
"You're always saying that. I swear to fucking God, Mikey. No one is going to like us all on our own. We're not that fucking good. You hear me - I can't sing for shit. It has to be working - I know it's working."
"I'm sorry. I just wish there was a way to tell - to know for sure."
"Maybe there is a way."
"How?"
*****
"What's the death toll now?" Gerard paced the floor his fists wrapped tightly in his hair.
The guys looked to one another, all ending on Mikey who flipped his phone open, "182, a-and it says it's rising fast," Mikey stuttered out.
"Gerard, please. We have to say something," Ray pleaded. Contemplated getting on his knees even.
"You know," Gerard started to say, as he sat down, "I should have never doubted myself."
"What?"
"210," Mikey whispered, his phone buzzing with more information and questions they were accountable for answering. "What do we do, Gerard?"
"I should have never doubted myself," Gerard nonchalantly crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.
"248. Oh my God - 248. I think I'm gonna be sick. This can't be happening."
"And this is just the pre-sale," Ray nervously whispered.
"What the fuck is going on?" Bob asked, the only innocent one among them. Frank long since tainted. The taste of his cum a constant in Mikey's mouth.
"I should have never doubted myself," Gerard said, accenting the word never as if it had just dawned on him where it all went wrong.
"279. Fuck - fuck - fuck - 279, Gerard."
"Tell them to do something - anything, Gerard, please. Holy fucking shit what did you do?" Ray finally did fall to his knees in front of Gerard, covering his face with his hands.
Gerard grabbed a fist full of Ray's hair and spoke directly into his face. "What I did - fuck you Toro - what we did."
"I'm not having any part of this," Ray yanked his head away, his hair loosening from Gerard's grip. He rose off the floor and walked out.
Bob followed after him, knowing he'd get the answers he wanted from him.
Mikey went and sat beside his brother, watching as Gerard chewed on his lip struggling with the conflict of his inner thoughts.
"Go tell Ray to tell the label to pull it." It was low and hesitant, but heard nonetheless.
Frank, with his finger in his mouth, teetering on the balls of his feet, dashed through the doorway in search of Ray.
"You said this wouldn't happen, you promised," Mikey whispered into his brother's ear, gripping Gerard's forearm with both hands.
Gerard casually looked away, his eyes scanning things he had grown expectant of. Material possessions, plush comfort, the finer things, sort of. He realized as he sat there in his tour bus, his brother's mouth breathing on that sensitive spot just below his ear. The spot his brother by then was all too familiar with. He realized just how easily it could all be taken from them.
"Fucking stupid kids," Gerard said low and offhandedly. He turned to his brother, saw him maybe for the first time, his face fallen from what he heard Gerard say. Mikey's long hair was draped over the side of his face as he sat on his heels, facing his brother. Waiting for an answer, reassurance of some sort, that the sins they had committed with each other and against so many others could be somehow pardoned. All the manipulation, the lies, the deceit. The blood on their hands.
And as he grabbed Mikey by the back of his neck, pulling him down, his face in Gerard's lap... Mikey's hands, even in the midst of turmoil, went quickly to undo Gerard's belt.
"Did you know that, Mikey?"
Mikey slid his hands into the front of his brother's pants, "What, Gerard?"
"I should have never doubted myself."
As his eyes welled up with tears, his hands tightening their grasp, Mikey said simply, "I know."
Author: fastbetty31
Pairing: Waycest, a little Frank/Mikey, and barely some Gerard/Ray.
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: From beginning to end.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Warnings: Incest, slight drug usage, mass suicide.
"You said this wouldn't happen, you promised," Mikey whispered into his brother's ear, gripping Gerard's forearm with both hands.
Gerard casually looked away, his eyes scanning things he had grown expectant of. Material possessions, plush comfort, the finer things, sort of. He realized as he sat there in his tour bus, his brother's mouth breathing on that sensitive spot just below his ear. The spot his brother by then was all too familiar with. He realized just how easily it could all be taken from them.
"Fucking stupid kids," Gerard said low and offhandedly. He turned to his brother, saw him maybe for the first time, his face fallen from what he heard Gerard say. Mikey's long hair was draped over the side of his face as he sat on his heels, facing his brother. Waiting for an answer, reassurance of some sort, that the sins they had committed with each other and against so many others could be somehow pardoned. All the manipulation, the lies, the deceit. The blood on their hands.
And as he grabbed Mikey by the back of his neck, pulling him down, his face in Gerard's lap... Mikey's hands, even in the midst of turmoil, went quickly to undo Gerard's belt.
He remembered who Mikey was - who they were, at one time. A time of late night dreaming with his best friend. When they sat around creating drug induced schemes - having drug induced sex. Waking to their mother screaming on the other side of a locked door. Reminding them, like clockwork, what losers the two of them were. And when she tired, her words falling on deaf ears, Gerard would snake back up to his little brother. Lightly kiss at the side of Mikey's neck, as Mikey automatically - even in his sleep - pushed back against him. Curving into his brother as Gerard decided, for the two of them, to set aside the day to sleep the night before away.
*****
They have the kind of mother that doesn't go down without a fight. Gerard has never admitted it to anyone, but when his parents fought, the yelling, the cussing, the name calling, it was always her he cursed in his head. He wanted to just take her aside, find the courage to tell her that if maybe she wasn't such a bitch, she wouldn't be so fucking miserable. Communicate with her like adults sometimes do, like they should. He wanted to, but never did.
"He's not your real father," their mother said as she pushed through the door of the room Gerard and Mikey shared together, the doorknob denting the wall from the force of her intrusion. "Happy?" she said, looking away from them, asking that last part obviously to their dad, well, Mikey's dad.
Mikey stared at Gerard, whose mouth hung open slightly as he stared at the empty doorway his mother just left from - back to gloat, he guessed. Thinking her low blow won her that fight.
"I'm sorry, Gerard," Mikey said softly, cautiously sliding off his bed and joining Gerard on his. He waited till Gerard opened his arms letting himself be comforted, then Mikey snuggled against him. Pressing his nose against Gerard's neck, trying to understand why things were the way they were for them. Running his hand back and forth over Gerard's thigh comforting him. Feeling Gerard tremble and Mikey mistaking it for him being upset.
"We're all we've got, Mikey."
"I know."
Gerard looked out his window and saw his dad with a suitcase in his hand, looking back one last time at the house he once shared with his family. Gerard shook his head, "Weak fucking people," was all he could say as Mikey's head slid down into his lap, resting lightly on Gerard's thigh.
*****
"Wrap your one hand around this," Gerard told Mikey, as he placed his brother's hand over his cock. "Then put your other here," he said, reaching for Mikey's other hand. "We have to teach each other how we like it. I'll go first."
Gerard sat back and started to instruct Mikey, "Make fists, as hard as you can... mmm, oh fuck, yeah. Just like that. Squeeze as hard as you can... fuck that's good. Now jerk me off."
Mikey sat on Gerard's right, both at the edge of the bed. Facing away from the door, in case their mother decided the pounding of her fist was no longer sufficient.
"Like this, Gerard? That doesn't hurt you?" Mikey was leaned into him, his glasses fallen down his nose, his hands busy, as he looked up at his brother asking.
"Nah, it feels fucking great. Squeeze harder fuck... you're gonna make me cum, Mikey. Hard-er," Gerard reached down with both hands and showed Mikey exactly how hard he needed it. He grasped it all in his hands - Mikey's hands, and his own cock and balls. "Jack it hard, like this."
Getting what he needed, Gerard let his head fall forward slightly, his orgasm rapidly approaching. He took Mikey by surprise when he turned to him, slapping his glasses off his face. He grabbed a fist full of Mikey's hair and pulled his head down over his cock, "Put it in your mouth." Gerard placed his hands on Mikey's head, pushing his opened mouth down onto himself, "Eat it."
Mikey took Gerard's cock head into his mouth, pumping his fist still wrapped tightly around him and felt the warm liquid of his brother's orgasm.
"Keep squeezing," Gerard told him as he pulled Mikey away from himself.
Mikey's gaze was unfocused as he tried to follow Gerard's movements, his forearms burning from being flexed. Gerard's cock still rock hard in his fist.
"Now I'm gonna teach you how you like it - bend over."
"Alright."
*****
"Who do you think goes to the most concerts, buys the most CDs, and wears nothing but band shit, Mikey?"
"Kids, like us."
"Exactly - kids like us. If we could market off of that shit we'd be millionaires, and fuck this place."
"Is it that easy?"
"Hang on - pinch my nipples and dig your heels hard into my back," Gerard said, with Mikey's legs wrapped around his waist. Gerard let his mouth hang slack, up on his knees, he moaned with each last thrust he gave his brother, unloading deep inside him.
"Yes," he said, out of breath, panting, as he rolled over and had lain on his back, "It's that fucking easy."
They both turned their heads quickly when they heard the banging on their door, something their mother usually did when Gerard's moaning was too loud.
"Fuck, I swear, twenty years I've had to listen to her and that fucking mouth, Mikey. Well, not today," Gerard got up, putting on just his jeans, and headed towards the door.
"Just leave her, please," Mikey begged, facing away from the door, unable to look his mother in the eye. He knew Gerard would protect him.
When Gerard swung the door open, their mother fell into the room, her fist still in the air, screaming, "I did not have your brother so you could use him as your fuck toy!"
She was shocked, gasping as she felt Gerard grab her around her throat. He gripped it then pushed her back out by it - back through the doorway, "Don't bother us again, I mean it."
She mistook Gerard's calm tone and tried to threaten back, rushing back into the room, trying to get to Mikey so she could pull him out.
Gerard grabbed her by her shoulders pushing her up against the wall of the hallway. He crossed one leg over the other because their mother wouldn't hesitate kicking him in his balls, and he spoke into her face, "Do you really think anyone will miss you? No one cares about you, you silly fucking cunt. I love you mom, even after all the bullshit. Please don't make me split your mother fucking skull - it would upset Mikey so much."
"I'll call the police," she said hesitantly, afraid of the strength in the arms holding her down, strength she was just then noticing.
"You think Mikey would stand for that bullshit - me going to jail? You think he'd let you get away with that? Try it. I dare you," he smiled and shook his head slightly. He had won and he knew it by the realization on her face.
He loosened his grip and turned back to his room, slamming the door and locking it.
"Why did you do that? She's gonna call the cops now," Mikey said, still turned away, shame keeping him positioned.
"No, she's not - now bend the fuck over," Gerard stepped out of his jeans moving quickly towards his dresser. Leaning into it he snorted a line of Meth, his one eye watering from the burn in his nose. He lubed up his cock, sticking his lube slicked finger through the heap of powder on their dresser top.
Approaching his brother he said, "Open," while stroking his thick erection.
Mikey jumped up, his body naked under the sheet, stuck his tongue out and sucked Gerard's finger into his mouth.
"Like I was saying," he said as he pushed deep inside Mikey's ass, "subliminal messaging." He stood on the floor against the bed, holding tightly to Mikey's hips as he pushed and pulled him back and forth over his cock. Tasting the Meth drip down the back of his throat.
"Sub? What?" Mikey grunted out.
*****
It didn't take Gerard long to find an in on his scheme. The fact that it wasn't as difficult as he internally thought it was going to be fed his already over-inflated ego. He ordered and read all he could on hypnosis and subliminal messaging but focused more on the direct method of backmasking.
"It's easier than I thought."
"Really? How will we know it's working?"
"We won't. We'll have faith... in me. I'm gonna put something together with the equipment we have here and from what I've already learned. I'll give it to that Ray guy, that nerdy fucking dude that shreds. See what happens."
"Alright, that sounds good."
*****
Ray was the type of guy that knew everything there was to know about music and computers. About any instrument and how they functioned inside and out. About RAM and megabytes. But more importantly, Ray knew how to layer recorded tracks. And had the proper equipment to do so.
"Why can't you just go about it the old-fashioned way - you know? Earn your fans?"
"First off," Gerard started, his voice familiarly perturbed to Mikey who was sitting in his lap as per his brother's request. "It's we, and they're gonna be our fans. I think once you realize that - grasp that shit and wrap that big fucking head of yours around it you'll be more willful with my plans - and if not... well then, you can take a flying leap, Ray," Gerard turned to Mikey who buried his face in Gerard's neck, embarrassed for Ray. "Honestly, good help is hard to find nowadays," he said without a second thought against Mikey's cheek, loving the smell and definition of it. "Let's go to the car."
Pulling Mikey along behind himself, standing in the doorway, Gerard turned to Ray, "Just handle the music, whoever the fuck you need to get to make some somewhat catchy shit - and don't forget Mikey's playing bass, so make sure you set time aside to teach him how. Leave everything set up for me, so when I get back I can record - something. And make sure you split before then - you got," Gerard cocked his head, his mouth off to the side in deep thought, "I'd say twenty minutes." And with that he pulled Mikey away through the door.
Ray nodded his head because, in all actuality, what he had going on before Gerard sought him out was no way near as exciting as what was going on then. The abuse Gerard showed him was acceptable because, well, Gerard did it to everyone. Ray figured if Gerard wasn't being a dick to him that maybe then, Gerard really didn't like him, and Ray didn't want that.
*****
They were in that fragile area, that divides the stage from backstage. It took all the self-control Gerard had but as soon as the house lights came on and Matt's face was in plain view right in front of him he couldn't stop himself. He drew back as far as could, then threw the strength of his whole body forward into a punch that connected square on Matt's jaw.
"What the fuck, Gerard?" Matt held his face, moving his jaw side to side.
"Get it fucking right, or get the fuck out."
Mikey stood beside his brother, ready to attack if Matt decided to retaliate.
When Gerard didn't wait for an answer, just walked away towards the exit, everyone looked to Matt.
Ray agreed with Gerard. He wouldn't have necessarily handled it that way but still, he agreed that Matt was their weak link. Ray had kept a lot of Matt's complaints to himself; trying to avoid what had just happened. He felt guilty in doing so, his loyalty lying with Gerard.
"Pack it up and move it out," Gerard stood at the exit ready to fuck anything with a hole. The warning he had given Matt caused that familiar stirring in his groin. He twirled his finger in the air, signifying for them to get busy, his eyebrows raised challenging anyone to protest. When he saw Ray hurriedly get to work, and Matt sigh louder than usual he was satisfied. "You," Gerard pointed to Mikey, "come with me."
Before Gerard could get to the van he already had his pants open and his hand shoved inside them. Readying himself. Mikey followed closely behind him, reaching behind himself, readying himself as well. His trench coat hiding his actions.
It takes a good thirty minutes to pack all the gear up. Gerard knew this so when he turned around and saw Mikey reaching behind himself obviously preparing himself, he couldn't help smirking because he had taught his little brother so well. When he climbed in, choosing the first seat he found, his pants around his thighs, he watched Mikey jump in - close the door - and flip his trench coat up revealing his ass. Mikey knew Gerard liked fucking this way best - with the idea of him getting a cock in his ass with that coat on. To Gerard it was like a black caped crusader sitting swift and clean, right onto his cock. Like even Batman himself couldn't resist him.
"Oh fuck yeah, ride that shit - do it. Just how I like it," Gerard held Mikey's coat up for him, watching Mikey's ass slide up and down his length.
Mikey knew what, just how I like it, meant. He reached between his legs and grabbed Gerard's balls, one in each fist and squeezed as hard as his conscience allowed him.
"Right. Fucking. There," Gerard grunted each word, thrusting his hips off the seat and meeting Mikey's ass with a hard, loud slap as he came.
"We need another guitar player; some rhythm to drown out all that other shit," Gerard pushed his brother off his lap. "Drive us to the back door so you guys can load this mother fucker up."
"Yeah, alright."
*****
"This is Frankie, he's gonna play rhythm for us," Gerard pushed Frank forward into the circle of guys. "Get him caught up and shit - he's playing tonight," Gerard said to Ray just as he walked out.
"Tonight?"
"You heard him," Mikey shot at Frank, as he walked past him to follow his brother.
"Have you fucked him yet, or let me guess, you're just letting him suck you off right now," Mikey figured he would pay for his words, and in a way he kind of hoped he would.
"Why would you disrespect me like that?"
What Mikey wasn't expecting was the hurt he saw in his brother's eyes.
"Remember long ago when I said we were all we had?"
Mikey dropped his head feeling ashamed of himself.
"I meant it. Don't ever doubt that. No matter if I was fucking him, or anyone else, you should never be jealous because, we're all we have. And anyways, I was going to ask you to suck him off for me. His dick is wide as fuck. I want to watch him rip the sides of your mouth."
Mikey let the fact that Gerard knew the size of Frank's cock go and said quickly, "Yeah. Of course." Because how could he say no to Gerard?
*****
"Matt needs to go. Today. You need to handle that."
"Sure. Yeah, yeah, I can do that."
Gerard walked away from him and Ray could do nothing but stare off. He knew things were gradually spinning out of control. His and the band's jealousy for Frank was evident but no one dared address it. Not while Frank was Gerard's new favorite toy.
Pulling into Matt's driveway, Ray could feel the tension gathering in the back of his neck.
"He said you're done."
"Done? What do you mean done? And before you answer, remember Ray, I know all of this band's dirty little secrets. You guys don't do right by me and I just might let those secrets loose."
"Done. And before you start throwing threats around, remember who you're dealing with."
Ray couldn't help the pain in his chest as he pulled away from Matt's house - Matt running out after him, begging for another chance.
"What did he say?"
As if it was just as painful to recite Ray reluctantly told Gerard about Matt threatening, then begging.
"Threatening?"
"He has a wife and baby on the way, Gerard."
"This new guy, Bob, let's keep all this shit from him. The less the better, you feel me?"
"Yeah, yeah - I feel you."
"And I'll take care of Matt."
"Take care or, take care? Because remember - wife and baby."
"That's none of your fucking business, now is it?"
"You're right. Sorry. Do you need me to do anything else for you?"
"Yeah, I want those big teeth of yours scraping me up and down my dick, while you're fisting my ass. And none of that pussy-ass bullshit. I want red fucking lines on my shaft and you punching my asshole - you got me?"
It only took Ray to picture Frank's face for him to agree, "Yeah, yeah - of course."
*****
"Promise me that this all won't turn out badly, please Gerard?"
"What? Where's all this coming from?"
"Ray gave me ear plugs today, like actual ear plugs and said I needed to count the music in my head - for me to watch Bob and start on his first beat... or some shit. I just want you to promise me that everything we're doing is... I don't know. Right, I guess."
"I decided to bring James in - I already talked to him. He's gonna run the hidden track during live shows. He's gonna play the keyboard - mask it better."
"And he went for that?"
"Hell yeah he did. I'm a great negotiator- in case you forgot."
"And you really believe that we shouldn't hear it?"
"Mikey... just, I know what's best. It breaks my heart when you lose faith in me. We're gonna make millions off this next tour. Our dreams are becoming more true everyday."
"I'm not losing faith in you. I just, sometimes, I wonder if it's working or maybe it's us. You know? Like maybe they really like us."
"You're always saying that. I swear to fucking God, Mikey. No one is going to like us all on our own. We're not that fucking good. You hear me - I can't sing for shit. It has to be working - I know it's working."
"I'm sorry. I just wish there was a way to tell - to know for sure."
"Maybe there is a way."
"How?"
*****
"What's the death toll now?" Gerard paced the floor his fists wrapped tightly in his hair.
The guys looked to one another, all ending on Mikey who flipped his phone open, "182, a-and it says it's rising fast," Mikey stuttered out.
"Gerard, please. We have to say something," Ray pleaded. Contemplated getting on his knees even.
"You know," Gerard started to say, as he sat down, "I should have never doubted myself."
"What?"
"210," Mikey whispered, his phone buzzing with more information and questions they were accountable for answering. "What do we do, Gerard?"
"I should have never doubted myself," Gerard nonchalantly crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.
"248. Oh my God - 248. I think I'm gonna be sick. This can't be happening."
"And this is just the pre-sale," Ray nervously whispered.
"What the fuck is going on?" Bob asked, the only innocent one among them. Frank long since tainted. The taste of his cum a constant in Mikey's mouth.
"I should have never doubted myself," Gerard said, accenting the word never as if it had just dawned on him where it all went wrong.
"279. Fuck - fuck - fuck - 279, Gerard."
"Tell them to do something - anything, Gerard, please. Holy fucking shit what did you do?" Ray finally did fall to his knees in front of Gerard, covering his face with his hands.
Gerard grabbed a fist full of Ray's hair and spoke directly into his face. "What I did - fuck you Toro - what we did."
"I'm not having any part of this," Ray yanked his head away, his hair loosening from Gerard's grip. He rose off the floor and walked out.
Bob followed after him, knowing he'd get the answers he wanted from him.
Mikey went and sat beside his brother, watching as Gerard chewed on his lip struggling with the conflict of his inner thoughts.
"Go tell Ray to tell the label to pull it." It was low and hesitant, but heard nonetheless.
Frank, with his finger in his mouth, teetering on the balls of his feet, dashed through the doorway in search of Ray.
"You said this wouldn't happen, you promised," Mikey whispered into his brother's ear, gripping Gerard's forearm with both hands.
Gerard casually looked away, his eyes scanning things he had grown expectant of. Material possessions, plush comfort, the finer things, sort of. He realized as he sat there in his tour bus, his brother's mouth breathing on that sensitive spot just below his ear. The spot his brother by then was all too familiar with. He realized just how easily it could all be taken from them.
"Fucking stupid kids," Gerard said low and offhandedly. He turned to his brother, saw him maybe for the first time, his face fallen from what he heard Gerard say. Mikey's long hair was draped over the side of his face as he sat on his heels, facing his brother. Waiting for an answer, reassurance of some sort, that the sins they had committed with each other and against so many others could be somehow pardoned. All the manipulation, the lies, the deceit. The blood on their hands.
And as he grabbed Mikey by the back of his neck, pulling him down, his face in Gerard's lap... Mikey's hands, even in the midst of turmoil, went quickly to undo Gerard's belt.
"Did you know that, Mikey?"
Mikey slid his hands into the front of his brother's pants, "What, Gerard?"
"I should have never doubted myself."
As his eyes welled up with tears, his hands tightening their grasp, Mikey said simply, "I know."