dɪsɪnˈtʃɑːntɪd Part VII
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Rating: NC-17, but the chapter is PG-13
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Summary: MCR moves into the Paramour mansion. Mikey has some mixed feelings about the move but he tries to push them aside and attempts to adjust to his new environment. It doesn't take long before eerie and strange things start happening. The longer the band stays the worse things seem to get. Mikey starts losing sleep at night, hearing people in his room, starts seeing things. He caves one night and seeks comfort in his brother.
(Forever grateful to katiexrawr for betaing~)
Previous chapter:
Prologue
Part I
Part II Part IIIPart IV
Part V
Part VI
dɪsɪnˈtʃɑːntɪd
VII
It’s late when Ray pushes the door to the studio open. He pauses in the doorway and stares at Mikey, who is leaning against the wall with his eyes shut. Ray reaches into his pocket for his phone and checks the time, just in case he misread it earlier.
It’s almost three in the morning.
Ray clears his throat, watches as Mikey continues to pluck at the strings of his bass. He doesn’t have headphones on but the bass is plugged into the amp. The music he’s making is soft and slow paced, something that Ray would find pleasing at another time.
“Hey - Mikey…”
The other man pulls his eyes open and stares at him. “…hey…” He stops playing and wraps his fingers around the neck of his instrument. “You’re up late.”
“Yeah, I had this idea come to mind and I wanted to try it out.”
Mikey nods in response, doesn’t move from where he’s seated on the floor.
“You going to stay up much longer?” Ray asks as he walks towards his guitar.
“…yeah, a little while…” Mikey reaches for the headphones lying on the floor nearby. He plugs them into the amp and puts them on, is about to start playing when he notices Ray looking at him.
“You should probably get some rest soon.”
“I’m fine.”
“Gerard isn’t.” Ray turns his attention to his hands, fingers curling around the strings on his guitar. “He’s worried about how much you’re sleeping - or your lack of.”
Mikey frowns and looks down at his legs, crossed and half hidden beneath his bass. Ray pushes some headphones on, uses them almost like a headband. He starts plucking at the strings, listening to the sound in his headphones and frowns a little.
“Gerard hasn’t been sleeping.” Mikey’s voice is soft and for a moment Ray isn’t sure if he actually heard him. He opens his mouth, is about to ask him to repeat it when Mikey abruptly stands up and unplugs his bass. He leaves the headphones plugged in and turns the amp off, puts the bass on the stand.
He’s half way out of the room when Ray smiles to himself, plucks at the strings on his guitar again.
“Good night.”
-
Mikey pushes his bedroom door open and flicks the light on. It’s colder inside but he ignores the temperature difference - pulls the door shut behind himself. He sets his phone on the bed, the comforter having not been touched in days. Mikey picks up a pair of pajama pants from the floor and starts to change into them.
He tosses his jeans into a pile of used clothes and digs for a shirt to sleep in. Behind him his phone vibrates on the bed, a dull buzzing sound that causes him to jump just slightly. Mikey changes his shirt to the one he was holding and walks back towards the bed. He looks at his phone, expects to see a message from Pete.
There isn’t one.
Mikey drops his phone back onto the mattress and heads towards the bathroom door, intent on brushing his teeth.
His phone vibrates again, a little more obtrusive this time.
He stops just before the bathroom door and slowly turns around. He can feel it now, far more obvious then when he first came in the room. There’s someone else with him, someone who’s tried to speak to him before - who spoke to him like Gerard had before…
Before he pushed that part of his mind away.
Mikey stares at his phone, watches it vibrate again, slowly inching towards the edge of the bed. He feels uncomfortable and cold suddenly. He turns fully and picks his phone up, looks for a new text. When he doesn’t see one he tosses it back onto the mattress and reaches for a pillow. Mikey heads back for the bathroom door and crosses on into his brother’s room.
¬¬The air is always different in there, is always warmer and friendlier.
The room reminds him of when they were kids and used to share one. He remembers how Gerard used to snore a lot in the winter and how the room never had enough of a breeze in the summer. Mikey bites his bottom lip thinking about it, sets his pillow on the ground before lying down. He looks up at the ceiling, tries not to think about the shapes he can see.
Mikey sets his glasses a few inches away on the floor and rolls onto his side, closes his eyes. He listens to the sharp intake of his brothers breathing, the slight cough that follows after. He’s glad that Gerard is asleep, that even though he’s been declining sharing his bed after that week, he’s gone back to sleeping.
Mikey lets his mind start to drift off, is almost asleep when he hears a muffled voice ask, “What were you playing earlier?”
’Shut up…and…play…’
-
¬
Gerard’s trembling when he wakes up, cheeks damp from tears rolling down his face. He inhales suddenly - feels like he can’t breathe right. The air burns his lungs and makes his body feel cold and hot at the same time. The room feels like its spinning and it’s dizzying, forces him to squeeze his eyes shut.
He can see it then - can recall it this time.
Gerard pulls his eyes open and sits up in bed. He’s trembling as he thinks about it. He hasn’t remembered the dreams up until now, hasn’t been able to recall what’s scared him so much into waking up shaking. He reaches up and rubs his hands over his face, wipes the dampness from his cheeks.
He can picture Mikey perfectly, lying next to his bed curled up like the first time he found him there.
Gerard shakes his head, tries not to think about the rest of it.
He tries to ignore how lifeless Mikey had been, how cold he felt when he reached down and pulled on his shoulder. Gerard inhales deeply, can feel the cold air in his chest and tries his hardest to not think about what woke him up. He can’t stop it though, can’t stop the image of Mikey’s eyes blank and empty in the dark.
The image of his brother dead and lying on the floor next to him.
Gerard makes a sound in the back of his throat and leans forward, presses his face into his hands. He doesn’t want to think about it, doesn’t want to imagine what it would be like without Mikey. He shivers again and decides that he has to find his brother now. Gerard crawls to the edge of the bed, is about to swing his feet over the side when he sees him.
Mikey’s curled up with his arms under his chest, facing away from the bed. His hairs messy and sticking up against the pillow - glasses reflecting the little bit of moonlight the room has. Gerard lies down, against the mattress and just stares at the others form. He’s shaking a little, still cold and still sick. He reaches out and lets his hand hover over Mikey’s shoulder.
Gerard doesn’t feel any warmth coming from his brother’s skin. A strange bubble of panic fills his chest and before he has enough forethought to push the irrational idea back he’s moving. He finds himself kneeling over Mikey, shaking him abruptly, almost violently.
“Mikey! Mikey, hey -Look at me!” His voice cracks and he can’t deny how panicked he sounds. “Mikey!”
“…wha? Gerard…” Mikey groans and starts grabbing blindly at the arms shaking him. “What the fuck…” He blinks and stares up at the fuzzy dark image kneeling over him.
Gerard makes a sound in the back of his throat, a half whimper that comes out chocked. He’s back to shaking again, arms wrapping around his brothers torso and hugging him tightly.
“Gerard - what’s wrong?” Mikey’s voice sounds groggy still, with a bit of anxiety leaking into it. “Gee…” He touches the dark hair above him, fingers moving to brush against his shoulder. “Fuck, you’re cold.”
“I’m cold?!” Gerard snaps, voice breaking up from half a sob. “I’m not the one who feels like fucking ice!”
Mikey frowns, isn’t entirely sure what’s going on. He doesn’t try to protest what’s been said, can still feel the other trembling. “H-How about we lie down on the bed?”
For a second the older man doesn’t move, just tightens his grip on the other.
“Gee…?” Mikey tries to lean back, makes an attempt to look at his brother’s face.
“Y-yeah, blankets…” Gerard starts to loosen his grip, shifts to climb up on the bed. He doesn’t let go of Mikey’s arm, all but drags him up on the bed with him. He lies down in the center and drags the younger man with him, tugs the blankets up around them - over them.
“Better?” Mikey still can’t see, the added darkness of the blankets making it impossible. He feels arms wrap around him again, his chest crammed up against Gerard’s
“You’re freezing.”
“O-okay?” He can feel the humid air when his brother talks, knows that they’re close. “What happened?”
Gerard tilts his head down, shaking it, mouth opening and closing in a vain attempt at responding. Mikey reaches up and rubs at the others shoulder, at what he can reach of his back. He can feel his brother’s hair against his neck, can feel how shallow his breaths are.
“Mikey - I…” Gerard’s voice cracks and Mikey thinks he might start crying now. He tightens his grip and presses a chaste kiss to the top of the others head, can feel unwashed hair under his lips.
“Gee, its fine you don’t have to tell me.”
Gerard shakes his head, leans back just a little. “God - Mikes…” He’s starting to shake again and Mikey presses against his back, like the pressure will stop the trembling.
“I’m sorry - I just…”
“You don’t have to apologize.” Mikey can feel Gerard press against his forehead, warm against his skin. He fights against the sudden chill that runs up his spine and down his limbs, the sudden realization of just how cold he really was.
“Mikey, I thought you were dead.” Gerard tilts his head and there’s a press of lips against the younger’s cheek. “You weren’t moving and you were so fucking cold.”
“I-I’m fine, Gee.”
Gerard tightens his grip and Mikey feels crushed against his brother’s chest.
“I know, but that doesn’t…”
“Gerard - I’m fine…” Mikey curls his fingers and fists at Gerard’s thin tee shirt, can feel how fast his heart is beating with his left hand that’s trapped between them.
“You weren’t moving!” Gerard’s voice cracks and Mikey tilts his head up, is about to reassure the other when he goes to kiss him again. It’s lower this time, just off to the side of his mouth.
Mikey makes a sound - strange sparks shooting up his spine. He opens his mouth, almost whimpers out the others name when there’s another press of lips. He twitches then, fingers squeezing at the fabric, his body jerking uncontrollably.
“Gerard -What?” Mikey can’t see properly in the dark, but he swears there’s colors’ dancing before his eyes, strange shapes and bright lights. He mutedly feels a hand on his neck, against his jaw as his heads tilted.
There’s a pressure against his lips, solid and warm.
Mikey groans as he feels something snap - his fingers pushing and pulling against the thin shirt, the warm heat of Gerard’s back. He’s seeing colors, more vividly now. It feels like a dams been let loose, a flood of sensation filling his mind - an overload of thoughts and feelings.
He squeezes his eyes shut as there’s a more definite press of lips, a soft coaxing against his own.
Mikey makes a sound, a whimper in the back of his throat as he rolls onto his back, lips still working against his own. He’s seeing it now, the strange dreams his brothers been having - can feel the terrifying sensation he wakes up with every time he sleeps. His spine arches and he presses up, like he can just sink into his brother’s skin, and become the same person.
Mikey trembles when he hears his own voice in Gerard’s head, when he hears Gerard trying to talk to him. He can feel his limbs twisting, grabbing and pulling at the blankets and sheets around them. He’s shivering now, chest feeling strangely hot and tight. He can see when Gerard found him in the kitchen, can feel the sick sensation of worry in his gut.
There's a flash of color and his muscles contract again suddenly as he twitches on the bed. Mikey can hear Gerard trying to talk to him, can see himself lying on the bed watching a movie. His body jerks again and lets out a low whine from the back of his throat. His chest burns from the lack of oxygen but he can't seem to get a grip on himself. Gerard's voice echos in his mind, loud and the worry etched into it is too surreal.
It’s getting to be too much, too many thoughts and an over load of emotions. Mikey can feel his skin positively buzzing like he just snorted something amazing. He reaches blindly, limbs sluggish and numb - grabs at Gerard’s hair and pulls back. When the pressure on his lips is gone he can feel himself sinking back into his own skin.
Mikey gasps for air almost as if he was holding his breath underwater - vision still flooded over with colors and lights.
He’s strangely aware of how hot he feels now, how his chest is burning from every breath.
Gerard drops down on the mattress next to him, hair sticking to his forehead. He’s panting as he reaches blindly for Mikey’s hand, laces their fingers together. His brother’s still trembling, still shaking and twitching, free hand still grabbing and pulling at anything and everything.
“Gerard!” He gasps, feels his spine twitch and arch. He rolls about on the bed, tries to blink the colors from his eyes.
’What did you DO?!’ He screams in his mind - inside both of their minds.
His brother just stares at him, reaches up with his free hand and pushes the sweaty dark blond hair from his eyes.
’Why didn’t you tell me?’
‘Tell you?’ Mikey twitches every time Gerard touches him, every brush of finger tips against his skin.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the voices - about not sleeping? ...about that thing…?” Gerard squeezes Mikey’s hand. ’Why didn’t you tell me you almost ran away?’
“I… I’m - I…” Mikey shakes his head, tries to push the strange colors away, the fading sparks of energy running up and down his spine. “I didn’t know how.” He turns and looks at Gerard, at what he can see of him in the dark.
’You didn’t tell me about your dreams.’
Gerard drops his hand from his brother’s hair, lets it rest on his chest - over his heart. He can feel it beating too fast, can feel strange shocks of something every time he touches him.
’You couldn’t hear me at that point…’
Mikey lets go of Gerard’s hand, and rolls on the bed. He lays his head over the others heart and reaches for his right hand. He presses their fingertips together, listens to the fast beating in his ear.
’I didn’t mean to push you away too - I just didn’t want to hear them anymore.’
Mikey pulls his hand back, makes a fist as he sets it on Gerard’s stomach.
’What do you think this is?’ He tilts his head to look over at the window, at the faint light starting to seep in.
Gerard runs his fingers along the top of Mikey’s hand, can feel strange shocks where their skin touches.
“I… don’t know…”
-
Frank’s lying on his stomach with the blankets pulled half way up his back. He has his arms underneath his pillow and his head tilted to the side, faint traces of eyeliner smudged around his eyes. He’s awake, is staring off into the dark not really thinking of anything much.
It’s windy outside, a light breeze filtering past the mansion and making the trees rustle. Frank blinks slowly in the dark, eyes tired and mind groggy. He isn’t sure what woke him up, doesn’t remember what he was dreaming about either.
He’s awake now and finds himself staring off at the window and the dark trees outside.
The curtains are pulled back some, to let the morning light in and help him wake up before noon. Frank pulls his arms out from underneath the pillow and rolls onto his back. He adjusts the blankets around him, tugs them up so that they’re covering more of his body. He’s just settled back in to a comfortable position when there’s a strange crackling sound.
Frank pulls his eyes open and sits up a little - glances around his room.
The lamp opposite of him is starting to glow, the bulb giving off an eerie tinge of light to the room. Frank watches it glow brighter before he hears the crackling sound again. The room goes dark once more and everything is silent.
The handle on his door turns slowly, quiet.
Frank freezes in place, watches as his bedroom door slowly opens. He fights down the sudden terror and feigns disinterest in the open door.
“C-can I help you?” He says into the dark.
The door slowly swings open fully, reveals no one standing in the hall.
The light bulb starts to glow again - gives off a buzzing sound until it gets too bright. The bulb cracks suddenly and the bedroom door is slammed shut in a gust of wind.
Frank lets out a scream, grabs the blankets and pulls them over his head.
Rating: NC-17, but the chapter is PG-13
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Summary: MCR moves into the Paramour mansion. Mikey has some mixed feelings about the move but he tries to push them aside and attempts to adjust to his new environment. It doesn't take long before eerie and strange things start happening. The longer the band stays the worse things seem to get. Mikey starts losing sleep at night, hearing people in his room, starts seeing things. He caves one night and seeks comfort in his brother.
(Forever grateful to katiexrawr for betaing~)
Previous chapter:
Prologue
Part I
Part II Part IIIPart IV
Part V
Part VI
dɪsɪnˈtʃɑːntɪd
VII
It’s late when Ray pushes the door to the studio open. He pauses in the doorway and stares at Mikey, who is leaning against the wall with his eyes shut. Ray reaches into his pocket for his phone and checks the time, just in case he misread it earlier.
It’s almost three in the morning.
Ray clears his throat, watches as Mikey continues to pluck at the strings of his bass. He doesn’t have headphones on but the bass is plugged into the amp. The music he’s making is soft and slow paced, something that Ray would find pleasing at another time.
“Hey - Mikey…”
The other man pulls his eyes open and stares at him. “…hey…” He stops playing and wraps his fingers around the neck of his instrument. “You’re up late.”
“Yeah, I had this idea come to mind and I wanted to try it out.”
Mikey nods in response, doesn’t move from where he’s seated on the floor.
“You going to stay up much longer?” Ray asks as he walks towards his guitar.
“…yeah, a little while…” Mikey reaches for the headphones lying on the floor nearby. He plugs them into the amp and puts them on, is about to start playing when he notices Ray looking at him.
“You should probably get some rest soon.”
“I’m fine.”
“Gerard isn’t.” Ray turns his attention to his hands, fingers curling around the strings on his guitar. “He’s worried about how much you’re sleeping - or your lack of.”
Mikey frowns and looks down at his legs, crossed and half hidden beneath his bass. Ray pushes some headphones on, uses them almost like a headband. He starts plucking at the strings, listening to the sound in his headphones and frowns a little.
“Gerard hasn’t been sleeping.” Mikey’s voice is soft and for a moment Ray isn’t sure if he actually heard him. He opens his mouth, is about to ask him to repeat it when Mikey abruptly stands up and unplugs his bass. He leaves the headphones plugged in and turns the amp off, puts the bass on the stand.
He’s half way out of the room when Ray smiles to himself, plucks at the strings on his guitar again.
“Good night.”
-
Mikey pushes his bedroom door open and flicks the light on. It’s colder inside but he ignores the temperature difference - pulls the door shut behind himself. He sets his phone on the bed, the comforter having not been touched in days. Mikey picks up a pair of pajama pants from the floor and starts to change into them.
He tosses his jeans into a pile of used clothes and digs for a shirt to sleep in. Behind him his phone vibrates on the bed, a dull buzzing sound that causes him to jump just slightly. Mikey changes his shirt to the one he was holding and walks back towards the bed. He looks at his phone, expects to see a message from Pete.
There isn’t one.
Mikey drops his phone back onto the mattress and heads towards the bathroom door, intent on brushing his teeth.
His phone vibrates again, a little more obtrusive this time.
He stops just before the bathroom door and slowly turns around. He can feel it now, far more obvious then when he first came in the room. There’s someone else with him, someone who’s tried to speak to him before - who spoke to him like Gerard had before…
Before he pushed that part of his mind away.
Mikey stares at his phone, watches it vibrate again, slowly inching towards the edge of the bed. He feels uncomfortable and cold suddenly. He turns fully and picks his phone up, looks for a new text. When he doesn’t see one he tosses it back onto the mattress and reaches for a pillow. Mikey heads back for the bathroom door and crosses on into his brother’s room.
¬¬The air is always different in there, is always warmer and friendlier.
The room reminds him of when they were kids and used to share one. He remembers how Gerard used to snore a lot in the winter and how the room never had enough of a breeze in the summer. Mikey bites his bottom lip thinking about it, sets his pillow on the ground before lying down. He looks up at the ceiling, tries not to think about the shapes he can see.
Mikey sets his glasses a few inches away on the floor and rolls onto his side, closes his eyes. He listens to the sharp intake of his brothers breathing, the slight cough that follows after. He’s glad that Gerard is asleep, that even though he’s been declining sharing his bed after that week, he’s gone back to sleeping.
Mikey lets his mind start to drift off, is almost asleep when he hears a muffled voice ask, “What were you playing earlier?”
’Shut up…and…play…’
-
¬
Gerard’s trembling when he wakes up, cheeks damp from tears rolling down his face. He inhales suddenly - feels like he can’t breathe right. The air burns his lungs and makes his body feel cold and hot at the same time. The room feels like its spinning and it’s dizzying, forces him to squeeze his eyes shut.
He can see it then - can recall it this time.
Gerard pulls his eyes open and sits up in bed. He’s trembling as he thinks about it. He hasn’t remembered the dreams up until now, hasn’t been able to recall what’s scared him so much into waking up shaking. He reaches up and rubs his hands over his face, wipes the dampness from his cheeks.
He can picture Mikey perfectly, lying next to his bed curled up like the first time he found him there.
Gerard shakes his head, tries not to think about the rest of it.
He tries to ignore how lifeless Mikey had been, how cold he felt when he reached down and pulled on his shoulder. Gerard inhales deeply, can feel the cold air in his chest and tries his hardest to not think about what woke him up. He can’t stop it though, can’t stop the image of Mikey’s eyes blank and empty in the dark.
The image of his brother dead and lying on the floor next to him.
Gerard makes a sound in the back of his throat and leans forward, presses his face into his hands. He doesn’t want to think about it, doesn’t want to imagine what it would be like without Mikey. He shivers again and decides that he has to find his brother now. Gerard crawls to the edge of the bed, is about to swing his feet over the side when he sees him.
Mikey’s curled up with his arms under his chest, facing away from the bed. His hairs messy and sticking up against the pillow - glasses reflecting the little bit of moonlight the room has. Gerard lies down, against the mattress and just stares at the others form. He’s shaking a little, still cold and still sick. He reaches out and lets his hand hover over Mikey’s shoulder.
Gerard doesn’t feel any warmth coming from his brother’s skin. A strange bubble of panic fills his chest and before he has enough forethought to push the irrational idea back he’s moving. He finds himself kneeling over Mikey, shaking him abruptly, almost violently.
“Mikey! Mikey, hey -Look at me!” His voice cracks and he can’t deny how panicked he sounds. “Mikey!”
“…wha? Gerard…” Mikey groans and starts grabbing blindly at the arms shaking him. “What the fuck…” He blinks and stares up at the fuzzy dark image kneeling over him.
Gerard makes a sound in the back of his throat, a half whimper that comes out chocked. He’s back to shaking again, arms wrapping around his brothers torso and hugging him tightly.
“Gerard - what’s wrong?” Mikey’s voice sounds groggy still, with a bit of anxiety leaking into it. “Gee…” He touches the dark hair above him, fingers moving to brush against his shoulder. “Fuck, you’re cold.”
“I’m cold?!” Gerard snaps, voice breaking up from half a sob. “I’m not the one who feels like fucking ice!”
Mikey frowns, isn’t entirely sure what’s going on. He doesn’t try to protest what’s been said, can still feel the other trembling. “H-How about we lie down on the bed?”
For a second the older man doesn’t move, just tightens his grip on the other.
“Gee…?” Mikey tries to lean back, makes an attempt to look at his brother’s face.
“Y-yeah, blankets…” Gerard starts to loosen his grip, shifts to climb up on the bed. He doesn’t let go of Mikey’s arm, all but drags him up on the bed with him. He lies down in the center and drags the younger man with him, tugs the blankets up around them - over them.
“Better?” Mikey still can’t see, the added darkness of the blankets making it impossible. He feels arms wrap around him again, his chest crammed up against Gerard’s
“You’re freezing.”
“O-okay?” He can feel the humid air when his brother talks, knows that they’re close. “What happened?”
Gerard tilts his head down, shaking it, mouth opening and closing in a vain attempt at responding. Mikey reaches up and rubs at the others shoulder, at what he can reach of his back. He can feel his brother’s hair against his neck, can feel how shallow his breaths are.
“Mikey - I…” Gerard’s voice cracks and Mikey thinks he might start crying now. He tightens his grip and presses a chaste kiss to the top of the others head, can feel unwashed hair under his lips.
“Gee, its fine you don’t have to tell me.”
Gerard shakes his head, leans back just a little. “God - Mikes…” He’s starting to shake again and Mikey presses against his back, like the pressure will stop the trembling.
“I’m sorry - I just…”
“You don’t have to apologize.” Mikey can feel Gerard press against his forehead, warm against his skin. He fights against the sudden chill that runs up his spine and down his limbs, the sudden realization of just how cold he really was.
“Mikey, I thought you were dead.” Gerard tilts his head and there’s a press of lips against the younger’s cheek. “You weren’t moving and you were so fucking cold.”
“I-I’m fine, Gee.”
Gerard tightens his grip and Mikey feels crushed against his brother’s chest.
“I know, but that doesn’t…”
“Gerard - I’m fine…” Mikey curls his fingers and fists at Gerard’s thin tee shirt, can feel how fast his heart is beating with his left hand that’s trapped between them.
“You weren’t moving!” Gerard’s voice cracks and Mikey tilts his head up, is about to reassure the other when he goes to kiss him again. It’s lower this time, just off to the side of his mouth.
Mikey makes a sound - strange sparks shooting up his spine. He opens his mouth, almost whimpers out the others name when there’s another press of lips. He twitches then, fingers squeezing at the fabric, his body jerking uncontrollably.
“Gerard -What?” Mikey can’t see properly in the dark, but he swears there’s colors’ dancing before his eyes, strange shapes and bright lights. He mutedly feels a hand on his neck, against his jaw as his heads tilted.
There’s a pressure against his lips, solid and warm.
Mikey groans as he feels something snap - his fingers pushing and pulling against the thin shirt, the warm heat of Gerard’s back. He’s seeing colors, more vividly now. It feels like a dams been let loose, a flood of sensation filling his mind - an overload of thoughts and feelings.
He squeezes his eyes shut as there’s a more definite press of lips, a soft coaxing against his own.
Mikey makes a sound, a whimper in the back of his throat as he rolls onto his back, lips still working against his own. He’s seeing it now, the strange dreams his brothers been having - can feel the terrifying sensation he wakes up with every time he sleeps. His spine arches and he presses up, like he can just sink into his brother’s skin, and become the same person.
Mikey trembles when he hears his own voice in Gerard’s head, when he hears Gerard trying to talk to him. He can feel his limbs twisting, grabbing and pulling at the blankets and sheets around them. He’s shivering now, chest feeling strangely hot and tight. He can see when Gerard found him in the kitchen, can feel the sick sensation of worry in his gut.
There's a flash of color and his muscles contract again suddenly as he twitches on the bed. Mikey can hear Gerard trying to talk to him, can see himself lying on the bed watching a movie. His body jerks again and lets out a low whine from the back of his throat. His chest burns from the lack of oxygen but he can't seem to get a grip on himself. Gerard's voice echos in his mind, loud and the worry etched into it is too surreal.
It’s getting to be too much, too many thoughts and an over load of emotions. Mikey can feel his skin positively buzzing like he just snorted something amazing. He reaches blindly, limbs sluggish and numb - grabs at Gerard’s hair and pulls back. When the pressure on his lips is gone he can feel himself sinking back into his own skin.
Mikey gasps for air almost as if he was holding his breath underwater - vision still flooded over with colors and lights.
He’s strangely aware of how hot he feels now, how his chest is burning from every breath.
Gerard drops down on the mattress next to him, hair sticking to his forehead. He’s panting as he reaches blindly for Mikey’s hand, laces their fingers together. His brother’s still trembling, still shaking and twitching, free hand still grabbing and pulling at anything and everything.
“Gerard!” He gasps, feels his spine twitch and arch. He rolls about on the bed, tries to blink the colors from his eyes.
’What did you DO?!’ He screams in his mind - inside both of their minds.
His brother just stares at him, reaches up with his free hand and pushes the sweaty dark blond hair from his eyes.
’Why didn’t you tell me?’
‘Tell you?’ Mikey twitches every time Gerard touches him, every brush of finger tips against his skin.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the voices - about not sleeping? ...about that thing…?” Gerard squeezes Mikey’s hand. ’Why didn’t you tell me you almost ran away?’
“I… I’m - I…” Mikey shakes his head, tries to push the strange colors away, the fading sparks of energy running up and down his spine. “I didn’t know how.” He turns and looks at Gerard, at what he can see of him in the dark.
’You didn’t tell me about your dreams.’
Gerard drops his hand from his brother’s hair, lets it rest on his chest - over his heart. He can feel it beating too fast, can feel strange shocks of something every time he touches him.
’You couldn’t hear me at that point…’
Mikey lets go of Gerard’s hand, and rolls on the bed. He lays his head over the others heart and reaches for his right hand. He presses their fingertips together, listens to the fast beating in his ear.
’I didn’t mean to push you away too - I just didn’t want to hear them anymore.’
Mikey pulls his hand back, makes a fist as he sets it on Gerard’s stomach.
’What do you think this is?’ He tilts his head to look over at the window, at the faint light starting to seep in.
Gerard runs his fingers along the top of Mikey’s hand, can feel strange shocks where their skin touches.
“I… don’t know…”
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Frank’s lying on his stomach with the blankets pulled half way up his back. He has his arms underneath his pillow and his head tilted to the side, faint traces of eyeliner smudged around his eyes. He’s awake, is staring off into the dark not really thinking of anything much.
It’s windy outside, a light breeze filtering past the mansion and making the trees rustle. Frank blinks slowly in the dark, eyes tired and mind groggy. He isn’t sure what woke him up, doesn’t remember what he was dreaming about either.
He’s awake now and finds himself staring off at the window and the dark trees outside.
The curtains are pulled back some, to let the morning light in and help him wake up before noon. Frank pulls his arms out from underneath the pillow and rolls onto his back. He adjusts the blankets around him, tugs them up so that they’re covering more of his body. He’s just settled back in to a comfortable position when there’s a strange crackling sound.
Frank pulls his eyes open and sits up a little - glances around his room.
The lamp opposite of him is starting to glow, the bulb giving off an eerie tinge of light to the room. Frank watches it glow brighter before he hears the crackling sound again. The room goes dark once more and everything is silent.
The handle on his door turns slowly, quiet.
Frank freezes in place, watches as his bedroom door slowly opens. He fights down the sudden terror and feigns disinterest in the open door.
“C-can I help you?” He says into the dark.
The door slowly swings open fully, reveals no one standing in the hall.
The light bulb starts to glow again - gives off a buzzing sound until it gets too bright. The bulb cracks suddenly and the bedroom door is slammed shut in a gust of wind.
Frank lets out a scream, grabs the blankets and pulls them over his head.