The Bell Tower
Title: The Bell Tower
Author: kamisra_star
Rating: R
Pairings: Frank Iero (MCR) / Adam Lazzara (TBS) , Frank/Gerard, Ray/Mikey
disclaimer: This happened in my head, not in real life.
Author's notes: This fic is based on a really vivid dream I had the other night. I hope it makes sense, it was a bit disjointed and, well, dreamlike, so I have tried to add extra bits to make it more coherent. This is part two, of two.
Part One
Gerard led the way, slowly climbing the spiral staircase, treading lightly on the hard stone steps. Ray and Mikey followed at a distance, trying not to make a sound. They weren’t blessed with the same grace as Gerard, who could run up the entire flight of stairs without even making a sound if he wished to do so.
After what felt like an eternal climb, Gerard rounded the final curve of the stairs, coming upon the frosted glass that framed the bell tower. He paused for a moment, as did Mikey and Ray behind him. As he was about to continue up the final stairs, two hands shot forward and pressed against the other side of the glass.
Gerard smiled, motioned to Ray and Mikey to keep still, and stepped forward.
“Found you,” he whispered.
He stepped into the room quietly. Moonlight shone in through the panoramic windows, bathing the room in an eerie, blue light. Gerard scanned the room, his eyes slowly looking at the space in front of him, until he saw what he was looking for.
A trail of clothes littered across the floor led his eyes to them. Two naked bodies, lithe and shimmering as the light highlighted the sheen of sweat covering their skin. Frank was in front, bent over slightly, arms outstretched, hands placed on the glass in front of him. Adam was behind him; one hand on Frank’s hip, his other hand on his shoulder. They were moving together, lost in the rhythm of their bodies.
Adam’s hand slid down from Frank’s shoulder, tracing the line of his spine down to the small of his back, tracing the lines of his tattoo. He stepped back, pushing Frank down further, then with his elongated tongue, licked the path his finger had made in the opposite direction, resting at the nape of Frank’s neck. Frank moaned, his fingers curling against the glass desperately clamouring to grip onto something.
Adam’s hand snaked round frank’s hip, pulling Frank’s back against his chest as he started stroking him in rhythm with his own thrusts. Frank was moaning and panting and whispering Adam’s name.
Gerard stood still; hands on hips, watching the scene unfold before him. He smiled to himself as he watched Frank throw his head back against Adam’s shoulders, screaming his name as his orgasm rocked through his body. He slumped forward and Adam grabbed his shoulders, moaning loudly as his own orgasm hit him.
Gerard took that as his cue to make his presence known. He stepped forward, clapping his hands together loudly.
“Wow…” he grinned, walking towards Adam and Frank. “That was quite a performance.”
“Shit…shit…” said Adam, quickly pulling out of Frank as Gerard walked closer. Gerard laughed audibly, as Frank grimaced at the movement.
Adam pulled the condom from him now limp dick, trying a knot in it and discarding it on the floor. He started to walk over to get his clothes, but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Hissed Gerard.
“Fuck dude, I’m getting my clothes. Frank, come on…” Adam said turning to Frank, reaching out his arm. Frank just stared at Adam, motionless.
“You don’t get to touch him, ever again.” Gerard screamed, grabbing Adam’s arm and twisting it behind his back.
Adam moved, trying to turn himself round, but Gerard was too quick and grabbed his other arm, causing Adam to cry out in pain.
“Mikey, Ray, get in here now!” ordered Gerard, as the two guys ran into the room. Gerard ran a hand over Adam’s short hair. It reminded him of walking barefoot on freshly cut grass, back when he used to enjoy that sort of thing.
He grabbed Adam by the scruff of the neck and threw him across the room towards Mikey and Ray.
“Now sit, like the dirty fucking dog you are. Or should I say the dirty dog you’re about to become…”
“No!” Frank screamed, and was instantly backhanded across the face by Gerard for his outburst.
Adam tried to stand, but was kicked hard in the ribs by Mikey. He spluttered and fell to the ground.
“Sit fucking still!” Gerard screamed at Adam. “If you move again I will fucking kill you.”
Adam drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He was staring at Frank, who was frozen to the spot, blood coming from the side of his lip. He wanted to run, he wanted to grab Frank and drag him out of there. But he was terrified, he had never seen this side of Gerard before. He shivered, he was still naked and the room was freezing, all the warmth that had coursed through his body moments earlier was lost.
Ray looked down at Adam with sympathy in his eyes.
“Do as he says, please?” Ray pleaded, and Adam nodded back at him.
Gerard walked over to Frank, taking his face in both hands. He tilted Frank’s head to the side and leaned into him. His tongue darted out from his mouth and lapped at the blood trickling down Frank’s chin.
“Gerard…please…” Frank began, but Gerard put his hand across his mouth.
“Frankie, honey, what did you think you were doing?” Gerard asked in a sickly sweet voice, that made Adam’s toes curl and his insides burn with bile. “I mean, did you really think I wouldn’t find you? I always find you…you’re mine.”
Gerard was standing behind Frank now, eyes fixated on Adam.
“Nobody takes what’s mine.” Gerard grabbed Frank’s hair and yanked him roughly back. Gerard’s mouth was next to his ear, and Frank could feel his breath against his neck. “I’m going to teach you a lesson Frankie…”
Before Frank could protest Gerard forced him down, pushing his head down with one hand. He heard the unmistakable grind of metal, as Gerard undid his zipper, then suddenly without warning, Gerard pushed into him. Frank screamed in pain, tears falling from his eyes. He was crying, begging Gerard to stop, which made Gerard laugh and thrust into him harder. One arm was around Frank’s stomach, holding him in place; Gerard’s other hand tangled in Frank’s hair suddenly yanked his head up.
“Look at Adam.” Gerard screamed at Frank. “You fucking look at him whilst I’m inside you, you fucking look at him so he knows you’re fucking mine! Ray, if he shuts his fucking eyes you tell me.”
Ray nodded, and Frank’s huge eyes stared at Adam as tears rolled down his cheeks. Adam stared in horror, unable to speak, unable to move.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Frank mouthed to Adam, before closing his eyes. Ray kept quiet, and shifted his weight trying not to let Gerard know anything was different. Mikey was too fixated on staring at Adam to notice. Mikey enjoyed this; despite his attitude and argumentative nature, he aspired to be as strong as his brother. Ray had never wanted this, but Mikey chose him and he had no choice. The least Ray could do was try and stop any more pain Gerard could inflict on Frankie.
The light changed in the room, it became brighter, as if the moon came out from behind clouds. Gerard let go of Frank’s hair, and ran his hand down Frank’s neck and across the smooth skin of his shoulder. Smooth except for two tiny scars at the nape of his neck.
“This means I own you.” Gerard said, pressing on the scars. Adam’s eyes widened in horror as the realisation hit him. Laughing, Gerard leaned forward, baring his teeth as he bit into Frank’s skin, re-opening the old scars. Frank screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure, as he reached for the arm that held his stomach. With all the strength he could muster he pulled Gerard’s wrist to his mouth and bit down on it hard, the familiar coppery taste filling his mouth as Gerard shuddered, climaxing against him.
Gerard roughly pulled out of Frank, and kicked him in the back, sending him flying, landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.
“Oh…oh God…” whispered Adam. “You’re…you’re…”
“Yes, yes we’re vampires.” Gerard sighed, bored of the subject already. He zipped his pants back up, and rolled his shoulders, clicking his neck back into place.
“See Adam, the thing is, I made Frankie. He is mine. He should know better and I’m sorry but…”
“You’re fucking sorry?” Adam screamed. “You just fucking raped him in front of me and you’re fucking sorry?”
“Oh he loved it.” Laughed Gerard.
Adam tried to stand again, and Mikey punched him in the face, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Gerard ran forward and stood across him, his feet on either side of Adam’s bare hips. He leaned down and grabbed Adam’s neck, lifting him up so their faces were level.
“I am going to fix it, so that you can never, ever touch him again.” He spat, dropping Adam, and walking back over to Frank. He pulled Frank up from the floor, wrapping his arms round him.
“You see, Frankie here used to love me. He begged me to bite him, to change him. He wanted this. Fuck, he even called Mikey and Ray traitors when he found out about their alternative lifestyles…” Gerard explained.
“I don’t understand…” Adam gasped. “Alternative…what?”
“We’re werewolves!” Mikey exclaimed proudly.
Ray just stood still looking at the floor.
“What?” Adam couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Yes its all true.” Gerard reassured him. Adam looked over to Frank, who just burst into tears again.
“So, Adam, the thing is werewolves and vampires can never be together, I am sorry. Mikey will explain it to you I’m sure, but you’re going to have to learn the ways of the alternative lifestyle.” Gerard smirked, and started dragging Frank towards the stairway.
“Mikey,” Gerard said, ruffling his brother’s hair as he walked by. “Have fun…”
Mikey grinned and licked his lips, staring at the delicious sight before him. He paused for a moment and then pounced on Adam, punching him and holding his arms down as he ripped at the delicate flesh of Adam’s neck. Ray sighed and turned away, looking at the ocean through the huge windows.
Frank was too weak to fight, as he let Gerard scoop him up and carry him down the stairs.
Adam screamed and Frank tried to reach out, to grab the railing but he couldn’t reach that far.
“Shh baby,” Gerard whispered softly into Frank’s ear. “Just think honey, tomorrow we’ll have a brand new puppy to play with. Now don’t cry. Let’s go and get you cleaned up.”
The screams echoed down the stairs around them, until they made it to the bottom of the staircase. Gerard stepped through the heavy doors, pulling them shut behind them.
All Frankie could hear now was silence…and it was deafening.
Author: kamisra_star
Rating: R
Pairings: Frank Iero (MCR) / Adam Lazzara (TBS) , Frank/Gerard, Ray/Mikey
disclaimer: This happened in my head, not in real life.
Author's notes: This fic is based on a really vivid dream I had the other night. I hope it makes sense, it was a bit disjointed and, well, dreamlike, so I have tried to add extra bits to make it more coherent. This is part two, of two.
Part One
Gerard led the way, slowly climbing the spiral staircase, treading lightly on the hard stone steps. Ray and Mikey followed at a distance, trying not to make a sound. They weren’t blessed with the same grace as Gerard, who could run up the entire flight of stairs without even making a sound if he wished to do so.
After what felt like an eternal climb, Gerard rounded the final curve of the stairs, coming upon the frosted glass that framed the bell tower. He paused for a moment, as did Mikey and Ray behind him. As he was about to continue up the final stairs, two hands shot forward and pressed against the other side of the glass.
Gerard smiled, motioned to Ray and Mikey to keep still, and stepped forward.
“Found you,” he whispered.
He stepped into the room quietly. Moonlight shone in through the panoramic windows, bathing the room in an eerie, blue light. Gerard scanned the room, his eyes slowly looking at the space in front of him, until he saw what he was looking for.
A trail of clothes littered across the floor led his eyes to them. Two naked bodies, lithe and shimmering as the light highlighted the sheen of sweat covering their skin. Frank was in front, bent over slightly, arms outstretched, hands placed on the glass in front of him. Adam was behind him; one hand on Frank’s hip, his other hand on his shoulder. They were moving together, lost in the rhythm of their bodies.
Adam’s hand slid down from Frank’s shoulder, tracing the line of his spine down to the small of his back, tracing the lines of his tattoo. He stepped back, pushing Frank down further, then with his elongated tongue, licked the path his finger had made in the opposite direction, resting at the nape of Frank’s neck. Frank moaned, his fingers curling against the glass desperately clamouring to grip onto something.
Adam’s hand snaked round frank’s hip, pulling Frank’s back against his chest as he started stroking him in rhythm with his own thrusts. Frank was moaning and panting and whispering Adam’s name.
Gerard stood still; hands on hips, watching the scene unfold before him. He smiled to himself as he watched Frank throw his head back against Adam’s shoulders, screaming his name as his orgasm rocked through his body. He slumped forward and Adam grabbed his shoulders, moaning loudly as his own orgasm hit him.
Gerard took that as his cue to make his presence known. He stepped forward, clapping his hands together loudly.
“Wow…” he grinned, walking towards Adam and Frank. “That was quite a performance.”
“Shit…shit…” said Adam, quickly pulling out of Frank as Gerard walked closer. Gerard laughed audibly, as Frank grimaced at the movement.
Adam pulled the condom from him now limp dick, trying a knot in it and discarding it on the floor. He started to walk over to get his clothes, but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Hissed Gerard.
“Fuck dude, I’m getting my clothes. Frank, come on…” Adam said turning to Frank, reaching out his arm. Frank just stared at Adam, motionless.
“You don’t get to touch him, ever again.” Gerard screamed, grabbing Adam’s arm and twisting it behind his back.
Adam moved, trying to turn himself round, but Gerard was too quick and grabbed his other arm, causing Adam to cry out in pain.
“Mikey, Ray, get in here now!” ordered Gerard, as the two guys ran into the room. Gerard ran a hand over Adam’s short hair. It reminded him of walking barefoot on freshly cut grass, back when he used to enjoy that sort of thing.
He grabbed Adam by the scruff of the neck and threw him across the room towards Mikey and Ray.
“Now sit, like the dirty fucking dog you are. Or should I say the dirty dog you’re about to become…”
“No!” Frank screamed, and was instantly backhanded across the face by Gerard for his outburst.
Adam tried to stand, but was kicked hard in the ribs by Mikey. He spluttered and fell to the ground.
“Sit fucking still!” Gerard screamed at Adam. “If you move again I will fucking kill you.”
Adam drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He was staring at Frank, who was frozen to the spot, blood coming from the side of his lip. He wanted to run, he wanted to grab Frank and drag him out of there. But he was terrified, he had never seen this side of Gerard before. He shivered, he was still naked and the room was freezing, all the warmth that had coursed through his body moments earlier was lost.
Ray looked down at Adam with sympathy in his eyes.
“Do as he says, please?” Ray pleaded, and Adam nodded back at him.
Gerard walked over to Frank, taking his face in both hands. He tilted Frank’s head to the side and leaned into him. His tongue darted out from his mouth and lapped at the blood trickling down Frank’s chin.
“Gerard…please…” Frank began, but Gerard put his hand across his mouth.
“Frankie, honey, what did you think you were doing?” Gerard asked in a sickly sweet voice, that made Adam’s toes curl and his insides burn with bile. “I mean, did you really think I wouldn’t find you? I always find you…you’re mine.”
Gerard was standing behind Frank now, eyes fixated on Adam.
“Nobody takes what’s mine.” Gerard grabbed Frank’s hair and yanked him roughly back. Gerard’s mouth was next to his ear, and Frank could feel his breath against his neck. “I’m going to teach you a lesson Frankie…”
Before Frank could protest Gerard forced him down, pushing his head down with one hand. He heard the unmistakable grind of metal, as Gerard undid his zipper, then suddenly without warning, Gerard pushed into him. Frank screamed in pain, tears falling from his eyes. He was crying, begging Gerard to stop, which made Gerard laugh and thrust into him harder. One arm was around Frank’s stomach, holding him in place; Gerard’s other hand tangled in Frank’s hair suddenly yanked his head up.
“Look at Adam.” Gerard screamed at Frank. “You fucking look at him whilst I’m inside you, you fucking look at him so he knows you’re fucking mine! Ray, if he shuts his fucking eyes you tell me.”
Ray nodded, and Frank’s huge eyes stared at Adam as tears rolled down his cheeks. Adam stared in horror, unable to speak, unable to move.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Frank mouthed to Adam, before closing his eyes. Ray kept quiet, and shifted his weight trying not to let Gerard know anything was different. Mikey was too fixated on staring at Adam to notice. Mikey enjoyed this; despite his attitude and argumentative nature, he aspired to be as strong as his brother. Ray had never wanted this, but Mikey chose him and he had no choice. The least Ray could do was try and stop any more pain Gerard could inflict on Frankie.
The light changed in the room, it became brighter, as if the moon came out from behind clouds. Gerard let go of Frank’s hair, and ran his hand down Frank’s neck and across the smooth skin of his shoulder. Smooth except for two tiny scars at the nape of his neck.
“This means I own you.” Gerard said, pressing on the scars. Adam’s eyes widened in horror as the realisation hit him. Laughing, Gerard leaned forward, baring his teeth as he bit into Frank’s skin, re-opening the old scars. Frank screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure, as he reached for the arm that held his stomach. With all the strength he could muster he pulled Gerard’s wrist to his mouth and bit down on it hard, the familiar coppery taste filling his mouth as Gerard shuddered, climaxing against him.
Gerard roughly pulled out of Frank, and kicked him in the back, sending him flying, landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.
“Oh…oh God…” whispered Adam. “You’re…you’re…”
“Yes, yes we’re vampires.” Gerard sighed, bored of the subject already. He zipped his pants back up, and rolled his shoulders, clicking his neck back into place.
“See Adam, the thing is, I made Frankie. He is mine. He should know better and I’m sorry but…”
“You’re fucking sorry?” Adam screamed. “You just fucking raped him in front of me and you’re fucking sorry?”
“Oh he loved it.” Laughed Gerard.
Adam tried to stand again, and Mikey punched him in the face, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Gerard ran forward and stood across him, his feet on either side of Adam’s bare hips. He leaned down and grabbed Adam’s neck, lifting him up so their faces were level.
“I am going to fix it, so that you can never, ever touch him again.” He spat, dropping Adam, and walking back over to Frank. He pulled Frank up from the floor, wrapping his arms round him.
“You see, Frankie here used to love me. He begged me to bite him, to change him. He wanted this. Fuck, he even called Mikey and Ray traitors when he found out about their alternative lifestyles…” Gerard explained.
“I don’t understand…” Adam gasped. “Alternative…what?”
“We’re werewolves!” Mikey exclaimed proudly.
Ray just stood still looking at the floor.
“What?” Adam couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Yes its all true.” Gerard reassured him. Adam looked over to Frank, who just burst into tears again.
“So, Adam, the thing is werewolves and vampires can never be together, I am sorry. Mikey will explain it to you I’m sure, but you’re going to have to learn the ways of the alternative lifestyle.” Gerard smirked, and started dragging Frank towards the stairway.
“Mikey,” Gerard said, ruffling his brother’s hair as he walked by. “Have fun…”
Mikey grinned and licked his lips, staring at the delicious sight before him. He paused for a moment and then pounced on Adam, punching him and holding his arms down as he ripped at the delicate flesh of Adam’s neck. Ray sighed and turned away, looking at the ocean through the huge windows.
Frank was too weak to fight, as he let Gerard scoop him up and carry him down the stairs.
Adam screamed and Frank tried to reach out, to grab the railing but he couldn’t reach that far.
“Shh baby,” Gerard whispered softly into Frank’s ear. “Just think honey, tomorrow we’ll have a brand new puppy to play with. Now don’t cry. Let’s go and get you cleaned up.”
The screams echoed down the stairs around them, until they made it to the bottom of the staircase. Gerard stepped through the heavy doors, pulling them shut behind them.
All Frankie could hear now was silence…and it was deafening.