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Title: I am sorry my conscience called in sick again
Author: Emelie
Pairing: Many
Bands:My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, From First To Last
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Gerard runs a “company” that sells young boys as sex slaves to whoever can pay.
Note: Selling sex is common, yes, but those people aren’t involved in it. That means that this is not true. Thanks to bennizzlejizzle for beta.
Dedication: marre_barre, she came up with this idea and heaven_sent22, I’m sorry I won’t be online this weekend, love you!
| One | Two | Three | Four
When Gerard unlocks the door, you are both back in the couch. You can feel butterflies flying in your stomach as he opens the door; you don't want to be yourself when he finds out what you have done to your hair.
"Hurry up," your hear Gerard's voice, already sounding irritated, "we have to leave at once." You can't move, and by the look on Pete's face he can't either.
A half-second later Gerard storms into the room, with Sonny a half step behind him, still with his hands in his pockets and with a very unhappy look in his face. You can't help but notice that his clothes are different than usual; he wears a pair of very tight jeans that fit his figure perfectly. They ride low on his hips leaving a few inches of bare skin before a pink t-shirt takes over. The t-shirt is low-cut, like a girl's top and it would leave his shoulders bare if it weren't for the jean jacket he wears over it. His eyes are framed in thick layers of make-up that makes him look somewhat like an actor that soon is going to perform. His eyes are nailed at the ground as he stands behind Gerard, like a puppy that follows his master everywhere.
You are so caught up in looking at Sonny that you didn't hear Gerard start shouting. But you notice Sonny leaving his side and start searching the room at the same time as Gerard takes a step closer to you. His eyes are glowing with a dangerous golden brown fire. A fire that hits you hard, a punch at each ear, and then the same treatment for Pete.
Sonny finds the box of hair dye almost at once, but that doesn't surprise you. The wastebasket isn't a good hiding place for garbage. He shows what he has found to Gerard, who whispers a few words to him, something that seems to make him happy.
Gerard turns away from Sonny, making a move with his head for you to follow him, and you do. He takes a rough grip around your wrist, harder than usual, as he leads you to the elevator. You think that if he moves his hand just a little without loosening his grip, your arm will break.
As you wait for the elevator Sonny and Pete come out too. No one says a word on the way down, and the silence is so thick that you believe you can touch it if you reach out your hand.
You stare down at your shoes thinking that this is yet another unhappy memory you will share with them. From the corner of your eye you can see Pete's shoes too and you are sure he stands like you, looking down at the floor and maybe even thinking something similar to you.
When you get out of the elevator Gerard grabs your arm again and starts walking in the opposite direction of where the car is parked, as Sonny takes off with Pete in the direction of the car. You almost say to Gerard that he's going the wrong way, but you stop yourself, as he seems very sure of what he is doing. And you don't want him to get even angrier than he already is, because of you opening your mouth.
He doesn't say a word to you during the walk, not that he used to but you expected him to at least tell you off properly. Actually you would prefer it if he did, now you are just left with your thoughts and an unpleasant, hard grip around your wrist.
This is the longest period of time you have spent outside for months, and a part of you wants to enjoy it. Enjoy the light breeze that traces your face and the warming sun. But you never counted on that your next visit outside would include an angry Gerard tugging on your arm and clouds covering the sun. So instead of enjoying the fresh air, you try to keep up with Gerard's hurried steps and disappear beside him. You don't want anyone to see you right now.
A few blocks away Gerard slows down and pushes you inside of a hairdresser's. He lets go of your wrists and without thinking of what you’re doing you start to rub it to ease the pain that his hand caused.
Somehow Gerard manages to get you a time at once and soon you find yourself sitting in front of one of the big mirrors with a black cloth wrapped around your shoulders.
You can see Gerard in the mirror, as he sits on a chair beside the counter. He taps his foot on the floor and keeps looking at you, irritated.
"How do you want it?" the hairdresser asks. She is a nice looking, middle age woman with dark blond hair. You like her.
"Shave it all off," Gerard says in a voice that tells that he won't tolerate any other opinions.
"No," you breathe," I want to keep it as it is."
The woman gives him a strange look in the mirror before looking at you. You look down at your feet, in an attempt to avoid her gaze. A few seconds later you feel her hands in your hair and the noise of cutting scissors fills the quiet room. You watch in the mirror as your hair falls off and you can almost feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight. Only yesterday you wished that you could go to a hairdresser, now you regret that wish.
"How's school going?" she asks, barely looking up from your head.
"It's no use talking to him," Gerard answers, "he's mute."
"I'm not, and I don't go to school anymore," you say quietly, so quietly you're not sure any sound comes over your lips.
After that she keeps quiet.
When she's done she holds up a mirror behind your neck, so you can see the result. Your head is now almost clean shaved, only a short, short layer of dark brown hair covers your head. If you look closely you can still see parts of the unsuccessful hair dye. You remember a children's book your mom read to you when you were a kid, about a boy who got forced to go to the hairdresser. When the hairdresser was done cutting his hair he collected all the hair on the floor so he could glue it back on when he got home. You feel like doing like that now, when you see your hair lie on the floor and your bald head in the mirror.
You hate it, from the first second you see it you hate it with your whole being. But Gerard seems very pleased as he pays the hairdresser, giving her money and a slimy smile. You can't help but be surprised that he actually pays for something involving you. Even though you are sure this will lead to less food the coming months for you and Pete.
*
Sonny picks you up outside the hairdresser's a while later. You wonder quietly why they only use one car today, maybe the other one broke down or something.
You listen to Sonny and Gerard talk in the front seat as Sonny drives. It is a bit hard to follow though, as they are obviously continuing some conversation they had before. But you understand that Gerard wants Sonny to do something that he doesn't want to do. And Sonny keeps on arguing, even though he has to do it in the end anyway.
You wonder what it is that Sonny has to do. Apparently he has done it before, and Gerard had promised that it was the last time, but he doesn’t seem to keep his promises.
The conversation ends eventually. And you think that Sonny agreed to do whatever Gerard wanted him to do. At least Gerard's hand rests at Sonny's thigh as he drives, in a way that you think is supposed to be lovingly. And probably it would be too, if it weren't Gerard doing it. You are sure that man can't hold such feelings as love.
You almost want to laugh when you see what house Sonny stops the car in front of. It's the priest's. The irony of life really irritates you sometimes.
Gerard takes you inside, with the same hard grip around your wrist as before. You are sure you will have bruises there tomorrow. Luckily he lets you go almost at once when the priest opens the door, and he disappears back to the car. Maybe to force Sonny to do whatever he didn't want to do or maybe to make someone else's life miserable. You hope it's the first though, because to you Sonny deserves it, whatever it is.
"What have you done to your beautiful hair?" the priest asks, running his hand over your almost-shaved head.
You shrug. It's none of his business and besides you don't want to think more about that today. As long as no one reminds you, you are fine.
"You can't do like this," he says, "I'm not allowing you to cut your hair. It's too late to change now, but promise not to do it again."
You nod, defeated, what else can you do? He can't decide what you are allowed to do, but right now your opinion means nothing.
"Your hair adds to your charm, Frank," he continues, leading you into the living room. Your heart makes a little jolt, maybe something good came out of this day anyway. "But you still have one of the cutest faces I've ever seen," he says stoking your chin.
Comments like that are supposed to make you feel good about yourself, they’re supposed to make you feel happy, but they only make you feel worse. And it confirms that nothing you tried to achieve has been reached.
The priest cups your chin and lifts your head so you look up at him. He is tall in a way that makes you feel like a little kid beside him. Suddenly you feel his lips against yours. His big, wet lips trying to kiss your passive mouth. You try to pull away, but you can't because his grip around you is too strong.
"Kiss me back, bitch," he mumbles and you obey him, without knowing why. His lips and tongue only makes you feel nauseous.
You have never seen any other part of the priest's house than the living room. He used to have a blanket at the floor, but that's as much as you get to lie on. That makes the usual uncomfortable feeling when someone fucks you even worse when it is him. Today he doesn't have any blanket though, it's only the floor. You wonder if that is a punishment for your lack of hair.
You feel the hard surface of the wooden floor rub against your back in time with his thrusts into you. In and out, in and out. Back and forth, back and forth.
He bends down and tries to kiss you again, but you tilt your head this time so he only reaches your cheek.
When he finally cums you are sure your back is covered with bruises and scratches.
Afterwards he makes you get down on your knees in front of a big picture of Jesus that hangs on one of the walls in the room. And he makes you pray for forgiveness, for the fact that you made him fuck you and for the fact that you have led him into sinning.
You are still naked and the cold air in the room makes you shiver as you say the same prayer as every time you are here. You can hear the priest move behind you and you know he touches himself; he always does at this point. That makes you shiver even more, to know that he gets off at seeing a naked teenager pray.
Suddenly you realise that Sonny only found the box of hair dye, not the scissors. A realisation that almost makes you smile. If the priest's grunts had not grown louder behind you. You know that soon you will feel his hands at your back and his hard cock will poke your naked flesh. And that is the end of the silent prayer.
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Author: Emelie
Pairing: Many
Bands:My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, From First To Last
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU. Gerard runs a “company” that sells young boys as sex slaves to whoever can pay.
Note: Selling sex is common, yes, but those people aren’t involved in it. That means that this is not true. Thanks to bennizzlejizzle for beta.
Dedication: marre_barre, she came up with this idea and heaven_sent22, I’m sorry I won’t be online this weekend, love you!
| One | Two | Three | Four
When Gerard unlocks the door, you are both back in the couch. You can feel butterflies flying in your stomach as he opens the door; you don't want to be yourself when he finds out what you have done to your hair.
"Hurry up," your hear Gerard's voice, already sounding irritated, "we have to leave at once." You can't move, and by the look on Pete's face he can't either.
A half-second later Gerard storms into the room, with Sonny a half step behind him, still with his hands in his pockets and with a very unhappy look in his face. You can't help but notice that his clothes are different than usual; he wears a pair of very tight jeans that fit his figure perfectly. They ride low on his hips leaving a few inches of bare skin before a pink t-shirt takes over. The t-shirt is low-cut, like a girl's top and it would leave his shoulders bare if it weren't for the jean jacket he wears over it. His eyes are framed in thick layers of make-up that makes him look somewhat like an actor that soon is going to perform. His eyes are nailed at the ground as he stands behind Gerard, like a puppy that follows his master everywhere.
You are so caught up in looking at Sonny that you didn't hear Gerard start shouting. But you notice Sonny leaving his side and start searching the room at the same time as Gerard takes a step closer to you. His eyes are glowing with a dangerous golden brown fire. A fire that hits you hard, a punch at each ear, and then the same treatment for Pete.
Sonny finds the box of hair dye almost at once, but that doesn't surprise you. The wastebasket isn't a good hiding place for garbage. He shows what he has found to Gerard, who whispers a few words to him, something that seems to make him happy.
Gerard turns away from Sonny, making a move with his head for you to follow him, and you do. He takes a rough grip around your wrist, harder than usual, as he leads you to the elevator. You think that if he moves his hand just a little without loosening his grip, your arm will break.
As you wait for the elevator Sonny and Pete come out too. No one says a word on the way down, and the silence is so thick that you believe you can touch it if you reach out your hand.
You stare down at your shoes thinking that this is yet another unhappy memory you will share with them. From the corner of your eye you can see Pete's shoes too and you are sure he stands like you, looking down at the floor and maybe even thinking something similar to you.
When you get out of the elevator Gerard grabs your arm again and starts walking in the opposite direction of where the car is parked, as Sonny takes off with Pete in the direction of the car. You almost say to Gerard that he's going the wrong way, but you stop yourself, as he seems very sure of what he is doing. And you don't want him to get even angrier than he already is, because of you opening your mouth.
He doesn't say a word to you during the walk, not that he used to but you expected him to at least tell you off properly. Actually you would prefer it if he did, now you are just left with your thoughts and an unpleasant, hard grip around your wrist.
This is the longest period of time you have spent outside for months, and a part of you wants to enjoy it. Enjoy the light breeze that traces your face and the warming sun. But you never counted on that your next visit outside would include an angry Gerard tugging on your arm and clouds covering the sun. So instead of enjoying the fresh air, you try to keep up with Gerard's hurried steps and disappear beside him. You don't want anyone to see you right now.
A few blocks away Gerard slows down and pushes you inside of a hairdresser's. He lets go of your wrists and without thinking of what you’re doing you start to rub it to ease the pain that his hand caused.
Somehow Gerard manages to get you a time at once and soon you find yourself sitting in front of one of the big mirrors with a black cloth wrapped around your shoulders.
You can see Gerard in the mirror, as he sits on a chair beside the counter. He taps his foot on the floor and keeps looking at you, irritated.
"How do you want it?" the hairdresser asks. She is a nice looking, middle age woman with dark blond hair. You like her.
"Shave it all off," Gerard says in a voice that tells that he won't tolerate any other opinions.
"No," you breathe," I want to keep it as it is."
The woman gives him a strange look in the mirror before looking at you. You look down at your feet, in an attempt to avoid her gaze. A few seconds later you feel her hands in your hair and the noise of cutting scissors fills the quiet room. You watch in the mirror as your hair falls off and you can almost feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight. Only yesterday you wished that you could go to a hairdresser, now you regret that wish.
"How's school going?" she asks, barely looking up from your head.
"It's no use talking to him," Gerard answers, "he's mute."
"I'm not, and I don't go to school anymore," you say quietly, so quietly you're not sure any sound comes over your lips.
After that she keeps quiet.
When she's done she holds up a mirror behind your neck, so you can see the result. Your head is now almost clean shaved, only a short, short layer of dark brown hair covers your head. If you look closely you can still see parts of the unsuccessful hair dye. You remember a children's book your mom read to you when you were a kid, about a boy who got forced to go to the hairdresser. When the hairdresser was done cutting his hair he collected all the hair on the floor so he could glue it back on when he got home. You feel like doing like that now, when you see your hair lie on the floor and your bald head in the mirror.
You hate it, from the first second you see it you hate it with your whole being. But Gerard seems very pleased as he pays the hairdresser, giving her money and a slimy smile. You can't help but be surprised that he actually pays for something involving you. Even though you are sure this will lead to less food the coming months for you and Pete.
*
Sonny picks you up outside the hairdresser's a while later. You wonder quietly why they only use one car today, maybe the other one broke down or something.
You listen to Sonny and Gerard talk in the front seat as Sonny drives. It is a bit hard to follow though, as they are obviously continuing some conversation they had before. But you understand that Gerard wants Sonny to do something that he doesn't want to do. And Sonny keeps on arguing, even though he has to do it in the end anyway.
You wonder what it is that Sonny has to do. Apparently he has done it before, and Gerard had promised that it was the last time, but he doesn’t seem to keep his promises.
The conversation ends eventually. And you think that Sonny agreed to do whatever Gerard wanted him to do. At least Gerard's hand rests at Sonny's thigh as he drives, in a way that you think is supposed to be lovingly. And probably it would be too, if it weren't Gerard doing it. You are sure that man can't hold such feelings as love.
You almost want to laugh when you see what house Sonny stops the car in front of. It's the priest's. The irony of life really irritates you sometimes.
Gerard takes you inside, with the same hard grip around your wrist as before. You are sure you will have bruises there tomorrow. Luckily he lets you go almost at once when the priest opens the door, and he disappears back to the car. Maybe to force Sonny to do whatever he didn't want to do or maybe to make someone else's life miserable. You hope it's the first though, because to you Sonny deserves it, whatever it is.
"What have you done to your beautiful hair?" the priest asks, running his hand over your almost-shaved head.
You shrug. It's none of his business and besides you don't want to think more about that today. As long as no one reminds you, you are fine.
"You can't do like this," he says, "I'm not allowing you to cut your hair. It's too late to change now, but promise not to do it again."
You nod, defeated, what else can you do? He can't decide what you are allowed to do, but right now your opinion means nothing.
"Your hair adds to your charm, Frank," he continues, leading you into the living room. Your heart makes a little jolt, maybe something good came out of this day anyway. "But you still have one of the cutest faces I've ever seen," he says stoking your chin.
Comments like that are supposed to make you feel good about yourself, they’re supposed to make you feel happy, but they only make you feel worse. And it confirms that nothing you tried to achieve has been reached.
The priest cups your chin and lifts your head so you look up at him. He is tall in a way that makes you feel like a little kid beside him. Suddenly you feel his lips against yours. His big, wet lips trying to kiss your passive mouth. You try to pull away, but you can't because his grip around you is too strong.
"Kiss me back, bitch," he mumbles and you obey him, without knowing why. His lips and tongue only makes you feel nauseous.
You have never seen any other part of the priest's house than the living room. He used to have a blanket at the floor, but that's as much as you get to lie on. That makes the usual uncomfortable feeling when someone fucks you even worse when it is him. Today he doesn't have any blanket though, it's only the floor. You wonder if that is a punishment for your lack of hair.
You feel the hard surface of the wooden floor rub against your back in time with his thrusts into you. In and out, in and out. Back and forth, back and forth.
He bends down and tries to kiss you again, but you tilt your head this time so he only reaches your cheek.
When he finally cums you are sure your back is covered with bruises and scratches.
Afterwards he makes you get down on your knees in front of a big picture of Jesus that hangs on one of the walls in the room. And he makes you pray for forgiveness, for the fact that you made him fuck you and for the fact that you have led him into sinning.
You are still naked and the cold air in the room makes you shiver as you say the same prayer as every time you are here. You can hear the priest move behind you and you know he touches himself; he always does at this point. That makes you shiver even more, to know that he gets off at seeing a naked teenager pray.
Suddenly you realise that Sonny only found the box of hair dye, not the scissors. A realisation that almost makes you smile. If the priest's grunts had not grown louder behind you. You know that soon you will feel his hands at your back and his hard cock will poke your naked flesh. And that is the end of the silent prayer.
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