Pleasure or Pain?
Title: Pleasure or Pain?
Author:
xx_anarchy_xx/
synthetic_tales
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Frank/Jamia
Disclaimer: I own nothing but merchandice and an overactive imagination
Summary: In my hand was the newspaper clipping that lead me to the room, an obscure request that I couldn’t help but answer. It was the ticket out of the boring, humdrum life, surrounded by boring humdrum people and hopefully into a weird and exciting world that I longed to be apart of...
Warnings: AU, blood
Bandom: My Chemical Romance
Author's Note: Not for the squeamish.
The room was immaculate, white tiles on the lower walls and under my dirty trainers. Florissant strip lights hung over head in perfect parallel lines, the bulbs reflecting off the floor and making everything seem brighter. Apart from the hum of the lights the room was silent. In my hand was the newspaper clipping that lead me to the room, an obscure request that I couldn’t help but answer. It was the ticket out of the boring, humdrum life, surrounded by boring humdrum people and hopefully into a weird and exciting world that I longed to be apart of.
Five minutes passed before the double doors behind me swung open. I turned on my heels and was caught in the hazel eyes of what I guessed was the man who put out the request note. He was dressed entirely in crisp white, not a single crease in sight, his jet black hair and pale complexion making him look like an old photograph rather than a real person. Heavy bags lay under his eyes. He didn’t say a word as he looked me up and down repeatedly.
“I’m…here about the ad?” I said, my voice shaking a little in his presence.
“Do you fill all the required fields?” He asked, not taking his eyes off me for a second. I’m not even sure if he blinked.
“Yeah,” The man broke into a smile, showing yellow, nicotine stained teeth. I’d left my inhibitions at home, I knew if I’d brought then I’d never go through with it.
“There’s no time like the present,” he said, leading me to a single hospital gurney in the corner of the room. Like the man’s clothes the sheet on it was crisp white without a single crease. My heart started racing when I saw the array of metallic surgical tools on the silver tray.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” the man prompted, taking off his floor length coat and hanging it on a hook near by.
“That’s because I didn’t say it. It’s Frank.”
“I can tell by your physical appearance that you’re not afraid of pain. That’s always a good sign,” he smiled again. The slight crookedness of his teeth made him look more human.
“What do I call you?” I asked.
“The people before you have called me a variety of names; Master, Creator, Destroyer, but the unforgiving majority of the world call me Gerard.”
“I think I’ll stick to Gerard.”
“That might not be the case by the end.” He kissed my cheek and left me to undress, though I’m not sure why. The air in the room was warm against my skin. The gurney was freezing cold when I got onto it, lying flat on my back and waiting for Gerard to return. The lights glinted off the metal instruments next to me. I wanted to feel them all in my flesh, I wanted them all to extract me from the average life I lived before I picked up the paper and before I found Gerard’s request hidden in the personal pages. I heard soft footsteps approaching. I stared at the ceiling and waited for Gerard to come into my line of sight. He looked down at me approvingly, a mask hanging by two threads from his neck. I broke out in goosebumps as his thin fingers gently ran across my chest. His fingers were as cold as the gurney. He pulled the mask up over his mouth before picking up a scalpel from the metal tray. My heart leapt into my throat when I saw the sparkle in his eyes as he played with the knife. Gerard held the answer to my fantasies. He stared into my eyes before doing anything, looking for a subconscious answer to an unasked question I had no control over. He found what he was looking for. The blade was warmer than his finger as it dug into my skin. A sharp pain attacked my brain, telling my body to get out of the situation but it was what I’d wanted so I didn’t move an inch. He cut through skin, the thin layer of fat and down to my collar bone, slicing all the way across. Breath left my body as blood built up and spilled over the sides. With every intake of oxygen more spilt and stained my skin and the white sheet as it ran down my sides. The pain was heavenly. Gerard put the bloody scalpel back on the tray before running his finger along the deep cut. He put it to his mouth after removing the mask and ran it across his slender lips, wearing it like lipstick. The crimson colour stood out against his pale skin. He grinned and licked it off slowly. A moan rippled through me at the sight. I reached up and wiped the corner of his mouth, smudging the small amount of blood left on my thumb. His tongue pulsed against the pad as he licked it off. My arm fell back to my side as he picked up a different scalpel, a clean one with a smaller blade. Replacing his mask he looked me over before selecting his next spot. He pushed my head to the side to look at the tattoos lining my neck. My heart rate got faster when I couldn’t see what he was doing, my breathing more erratic. I hissed when the blade pressed into my skin again, like it was butter. He worked carefully and precisely. At first I couldn’t tell what he was doing, my brain almost exploding with pain and pleasure. He pulled my head back when he was finished, letting me see his handiwork.
In his bare, blood covered hand, he held my scorpion tattoo.
I felt sick to my stomach but at the same time it was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. I could feel the blood pooling around my shoulders, the sheet sticking to me. Gerard carefully placed the piece of skin on the table with the tray. He took his mask off again and licked the wound on my neck. I groaned in pleasure when I knew I should have been screaming in pain. My nerves were on fire as Gerard lapped at the blood steadily oozing free. He repeated the process several times, working down my body and cutting off tattoos, adding them to the first one until he got to my hard on. The concoction of painful pleasure had me reeling from the start, watching his skilled hands at work and feeling the intricate way in which he toiled just added to the feeling of bliss swelling up inside me.
I never felt just pain, not even when he ran the blade of the scalpel down the length of my cock did I feel just pain. It was excruciating ecstasy but I didn’t want it to stop. Darkness crept around the corners of my eyes as Gerard carved a design into the flesh of my cock. The amount of blood soaking the sheets was starting to outnumber the amount in my body but I didn’t want to fall under. I wanted to see Gerard work; I wanted to continue to feel it, to feel the twisted inclination I had towards what he was doing. The lights started to fade as my moans got louder and echoed of the walls. I glanced down at Gerard who was looking up at me with a grin. He was without the blood covered mask; his clothes were now stained with spots of blood, and he extended his tongue over my marked cock, licking off the blood and precome coating it. Something burst in my head and every part of me tingled with delight, an orgasm racing through me. I bucked up off the gurney, so more of Gerard’s tongue was on me, and screamed his name. More blood escaped my wounds and the darkness encased my sight and blocked everything but that feeling of euphoria.
For a while I thought I was still in the room, still on the hospital gurney with the tools of torture next to me, still in Gerard’s demanding presence. But then I heard the mechanical beeps of a heart monitor and smelt the air of disinfectant everywhere. Every part of me ached. The plastic of the oxygen mask rested gently on my face as I took deep, wheezy breaths. The harsh lights burnt my eyes when I opened them. I saw Jamia sat on a red chair in the corner, staring at me with big worried eyes. She ran to my side when she saw my eyes.
“Frank? Oh my god Frank you’re awake! I was so worried. What happened to you?” She rambled. I was finding it hard to breathe so speaking was not an option. “I was called in and the doctors don’t know what happened to you. You nearly died through loss of blood.” I took my eyes off her and looked up at the IV drip and the bag of blood being pumped into my veins.
Jamia was by my side every moment I was awake, I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. Every time I drifted back to the gurney with the pristine room and was flooded with sensations of Gerard cutting me open, his lips against my skin and his tongue drinking up my blood. I longed to go back there and never leave.
Night fell around me as I came round from another unconscious attack. Jamia was asleep in the chair, worry etched into her features like a marble statue. I looked up at the blood bag again, noticing there was more in it compared to last time when I felt it in my hand. The piece of worn paper. The heart monitor sped up as I read it, my breath catching in my throat.
‘I didn’t want you to bleed to death on my table so I left you at the hospital. You are by far my favourite subject yet. Come back if you want more. You know where to find me xoxo’
Don’t worry Master, I’ll be back...
Author:
xx_anarchy_xx/
synthetic_tales
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Frank/Jamia
Disclaimer: I own nothing but merchandice and an overactive imagination
Summary: In my hand was the newspaper clipping that lead me to the room, an obscure request that I couldn’t help but answer. It was the ticket out of the boring, humdrum life, surrounded by boring humdrum people and hopefully into a weird and exciting world that I longed to be apart of...
Warnings: AU, blood
Bandom: My Chemical Romance
Author's Note: Not for the squeamish.
The room was immaculate, white tiles on the lower walls and under my dirty trainers. Florissant strip lights hung over head in perfect parallel lines, the bulbs reflecting off the floor and making everything seem brighter. Apart from the hum of the lights the room was silent. In my hand was the newspaper clipping that lead me to the room, an obscure request that I couldn’t help but answer. It was the ticket out of the boring, humdrum life, surrounded by boring humdrum people and hopefully into a weird and exciting world that I longed to be apart of.
Five minutes passed before the double doors behind me swung open. I turned on my heels and was caught in the hazel eyes of what I guessed was the man who put out the request note. He was dressed entirely in crisp white, not a single crease in sight, his jet black hair and pale complexion making him look like an old photograph rather than a real person. Heavy bags lay under his eyes. He didn’t say a word as he looked me up and down repeatedly.
“I’m…here about the ad?” I said, my voice shaking a little in his presence.
“Do you fill all the required fields?” He asked, not taking his eyes off me for a second. I’m not even sure if he blinked.
“Yeah,” The man broke into a smile, showing yellow, nicotine stained teeth. I’d left my inhibitions at home, I knew if I’d brought then I’d never go through with it.
“There’s no time like the present,” he said, leading me to a single hospital gurney in the corner of the room. Like the man’s clothes the sheet on it was crisp white without a single crease. My heart started racing when I saw the array of metallic surgical tools on the silver tray.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” the man prompted, taking off his floor length coat and hanging it on a hook near by.
“That’s because I didn’t say it. It’s Frank.”
“I can tell by your physical appearance that you’re not afraid of pain. That’s always a good sign,” he smiled again. The slight crookedness of his teeth made him look more human.
“What do I call you?” I asked.
“The people before you have called me a variety of names; Master, Creator, Destroyer, but the unforgiving majority of the world call me Gerard.”
“I think I’ll stick to Gerard.”
“That might not be the case by the end.” He kissed my cheek and left me to undress, though I’m not sure why. The air in the room was warm against my skin. The gurney was freezing cold when I got onto it, lying flat on my back and waiting for Gerard to return. The lights glinted off the metal instruments next to me. I wanted to feel them all in my flesh, I wanted them all to extract me from the average life I lived before I picked up the paper and before I found Gerard’s request hidden in the personal pages. I heard soft footsteps approaching. I stared at the ceiling and waited for Gerard to come into my line of sight. He looked down at me approvingly, a mask hanging by two threads from his neck. I broke out in goosebumps as his thin fingers gently ran across my chest. His fingers were as cold as the gurney. He pulled the mask up over his mouth before picking up a scalpel from the metal tray. My heart leapt into my throat when I saw the sparkle in his eyes as he played with the knife. Gerard held the answer to my fantasies. He stared into my eyes before doing anything, looking for a subconscious answer to an unasked question I had no control over. He found what he was looking for. The blade was warmer than his finger as it dug into my skin. A sharp pain attacked my brain, telling my body to get out of the situation but it was what I’d wanted so I didn’t move an inch. He cut through skin, the thin layer of fat and down to my collar bone, slicing all the way across. Breath left my body as blood built up and spilled over the sides. With every intake of oxygen more spilt and stained my skin and the white sheet as it ran down my sides. The pain was heavenly. Gerard put the bloody scalpel back on the tray before running his finger along the deep cut. He put it to his mouth after removing the mask and ran it across his slender lips, wearing it like lipstick. The crimson colour stood out against his pale skin. He grinned and licked it off slowly. A moan rippled through me at the sight. I reached up and wiped the corner of his mouth, smudging the small amount of blood left on my thumb. His tongue pulsed against the pad as he licked it off. My arm fell back to my side as he picked up a different scalpel, a clean one with a smaller blade. Replacing his mask he looked me over before selecting his next spot. He pushed my head to the side to look at the tattoos lining my neck. My heart rate got faster when I couldn’t see what he was doing, my breathing more erratic. I hissed when the blade pressed into my skin again, like it was butter. He worked carefully and precisely. At first I couldn’t tell what he was doing, my brain almost exploding with pain and pleasure. He pulled my head back when he was finished, letting me see his handiwork.
In his bare, blood covered hand, he held my scorpion tattoo.
I felt sick to my stomach but at the same time it was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. I could feel the blood pooling around my shoulders, the sheet sticking to me. Gerard carefully placed the piece of skin on the table with the tray. He took his mask off again and licked the wound on my neck. I groaned in pleasure when I knew I should have been screaming in pain. My nerves were on fire as Gerard lapped at the blood steadily oozing free. He repeated the process several times, working down my body and cutting off tattoos, adding them to the first one until he got to my hard on. The concoction of painful pleasure had me reeling from the start, watching his skilled hands at work and feeling the intricate way in which he toiled just added to the feeling of bliss swelling up inside me.
I never felt just pain, not even when he ran the blade of the scalpel down the length of my cock did I feel just pain. It was excruciating ecstasy but I didn’t want it to stop. Darkness crept around the corners of my eyes as Gerard carved a design into the flesh of my cock. The amount of blood soaking the sheets was starting to outnumber the amount in my body but I didn’t want to fall under. I wanted to see Gerard work; I wanted to continue to feel it, to feel the twisted inclination I had towards what he was doing. The lights started to fade as my moans got louder and echoed of the walls. I glanced down at Gerard who was looking up at me with a grin. He was without the blood covered mask; his clothes were now stained with spots of blood, and he extended his tongue over my marked cock, licking off the blood and precome coating it. Something burst in my head and every part of me tingled with delight, an orgasm racing through me. I bucked up off the gurney, so more of Gerard’s tongue was on me, and screamed his name. More blood escaped my wounds and the darkness encased my sight and blocked everything but that feeling of euphoria.
For a while I thought I was still in the room, still on the hospital gurney with the tools of torture next to me, still in Gerard’s demanding presence. But then I heard the mechanical beeps of a heart monitor and smelt the air of disinfectant everywhere. Every part of me ached. The plastic of the oxygen mask rested gently on my face as I took deep, wheezy breaths. The harsh lights burnt my eyes when I opened them. I saw Jamia sat on a red chair in the corner, staring at me with big worried eyes. She ran to my side when she saw my eyes.
“Frank? Oh my god Frank you’re awake! I was so worried. What happened to you?” She rambled. I was finding it hard to breathe so speaking was not an option. “I was called in and the doctors don’t know what happened to you. You nearly died through loss of blood.” I took my eyes off her and looked up at the IV drip and the bag of blood being pumped into my veins.
Jamia was by my side every moment I was awake, I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. Every time I drifted back to the gurney with the pristine room and was flooded with sensations of Gerard cutting me open, his lips against my skin and his tongue drinking up my blood. I longed to go back there and never leave.
Night fell around me as I came round from another unconscious attack. Jamia was asleep in the chair, worry etched into her features like a marble statue. I looked up at the blood bag again, noticing there was more in it compared to last time when I felt it in my hand. The piece of worn paper. The heart monitor sped up as I read it, my breath catching in my throat.
‘I didn’t want you to bleed to death on my table so I left you at the hospital. You are by far my favourite subject yet. Come back if you want more. You know where to find me xoxo’
Don’t worry Master, I’ll be back...