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Title: Outside Heaven's Door [P+11/???]
Author: weallfadeaway
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Gerard, Frank/Mikey, Mikey/Bob
Rating: This CH is NC-17.
Warning: Language. MAN-RAPE. =[
Disclaimer: I do not know any one in this story.
Summary: "My voice seemed to be coming out slower and in a lower tone than normal as I moved back to my back and tried to look back up at him, but when I opened my eyes, all I could see was a blur of white. I threw my hand over my eyes, shielding them from the sun, but when I tried to open them again, my vision hadn't improved. It was still blurry, and now fading to black."
Author's Note: I<3Frankie!
PROLOGUE + CHAPTER 1 + CHAPTER 2 + CHAPTER 3 + CHAPTER 4 + CHAPTER 5.1 + CHAPTER 5.2 + CHAPTER 6 + CHAPTER 7 + CHAPTER 8 + CHAPTER 9 + CHAPTER 10
Mikey led me back to shore. I was shivering, and not just from the cold. Something about Mikey's demeanor was unsettling. He was reminding me of the Mikey that I first saw arguing in the park with Gerard, and the Mikey that came to visit me later that day in my room.
But I didn't understand! Why would Mikey be bringing out this sexy evil twin side to himself now... especially when we had that amazing night? That night where we all... well, I thought we all silently agreed that he was letting go of Gerard and the idea of having me, so that I could be with Gee. And he seemed fine with it! I mean, I only saw a blurry picture of him and Bob through some teary eyes as I ran out of their house yesterday, but they were pretty damn cute together. God, I'm so confused. I wish Gerard was here to tell me what to do.
He threw a hoodie down on a low-set branch and sat me down on top of it.
"You okay now?" he asked.
"Yeah." I said, "I just... need to catch my breath. I need to relax."
"Well, I got something to help you relax." he said, running off in the direction of the car. He retrieved his backpack, a blanket and towels. He threw the blanket down on the ground and sprawled across it, on his stomach... his perfect, sculpted ass laid out before me. I bit my lip. He patted at the spot next to him, and told me to come join him. And although I was still weary of his intentions, it did seem like it would be more comfortable than a twig up the ass.
I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist, and laid beside him, on my back, reveling in how warm it had gotten in the past hour or so since we'd been there. The sun felt amazing on my bare skin, and I knew that Mikey was watching me stretch and run my hands over my skin as I found a comfortable position.
He sighed heavily, before returning to rummage through his bag. With a loud 'A-ha!', he signaled he had found what he was looking for, pulling out a tiny coffin shaped object from his bag.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Cigarette case. Or in this case..." he said with a cheesy grin, opening it and letting the sweet, skunky smell of freshly ground marijuana buds fill my nostrils. I exhaled deeply, my mouth already watering at the prospect of lighting one.
"Shit, that smells so good. What is it?"
"Well, weed my dear, young Frankie." he chuckled.
"Duh." I snorted. "I'm talking about what strain. You know? Sour Diesel? Strawberry Cough? Grandaddy Purp? Maui Wowie? Should I continue? Cuz I could go on for days."
"Please don't." he said, "No, this is from a special connection I have in Humboldt. He told me it was some quality Juicy Fruit. Whatever that means. Personally, I don't care what the hell it is, as long as it gets you good and high."
"Wait. How is it that you have a guy in Humboldt, when I used to live an hour and half away from there and could never make connections with anyone up there?" I asked, "I was up in Humboldt all the time trying to score this shit. This is ridiculous. And on top of that, you get one of my favorite kinds of weed?"
"That's cuz I rock, Frankie." he smiled, as he put the joint to his lips and lighting it, taking a deep, long drag before passing it to me.
I took an equally long drag, holding it in as I spoke, "Well, that you do, Mikey, cuz this shit is prime."
"I wouldn't get anything less." he said, still smirking. "Nah, I met him online. He's a cool guy. At first we were talking about the band and junk. He's in a band up there too. And we started swapping mp3's, exchanging critiques, and so forth. And eventually I asked him to send me some weed and he did."
"Score." I exclaimed, as he handed it back to me, again, watching as he lazily blew smoke rings into the air.
When we finished smoking I was higher than I had been in a while. I guess this time away from daily smoking sessions had lowered my tolerance. My head was spinning and I was beginning to feel nauseous. I curled up on my side and I could feel Mikey's hand rubbing my back, almost instantly.
"You alright, dude?"
"I'll be fine. I think this shit's stronger than you were letting on, Mikey." I replied. Well, I think I replied. My voice seemed to be coming out slower and in a lower tone than normal as I moved back to my back and tried to look back up at him, but when I opened my eyes, all I could see was a blur of white. I threw my hand over my eyes, shielding them from the sun, but when I tried to open them again, my vision hadn't improved. It was still blurry, and now fading to black.
Before I even opened my eyes again, I could feel him fucking me. God, Mikey, why?
I didn't know what to do. I mean, how to do react when you wake up and your 'best friend' is raping you? And whatever he had laced the weed with was strong. I wasn't able to move, really. And I could barely feel. Must have been a sedative.
He leaned in and moaned loudly in my ear, bringing my state of consciousness from a touch and go kinda feeling to being fully alert. My eyes snapped open and locked with his and all he could do was smile down at me. The same smile he'd been giving me all day. It was only then I realized he had planned this. Holy shit. It was already in the weed, of course he planned it.
He stopped for a moment, and gripped my jaw, harshly.
"There you are, lover. Thought you were going to sleep through the whole thing." he said. "That shit was strong. Stronger than I thought. Almost knocked me out too. Glad I'm not a light-weight like you."
"Fuck you." I spat. And he began fucking me again, hard. Painfully hard, now that whatever he given me was starting to wear off some.
"Now, now." he grunted, slowing down to an agonizing pace. "It looks to me, dear Frankie, like you're the one getting fucked, right?"
I harnessed as much strength as I could and leaned forward, pushing him off me. When I did, he fell backwards and out of me, with a tearing of flesh that... well, trust me, I won't be forgetting it anytime soon. I screamed, and scrambled to get to my feet, grabbing Mikey's pants and my shirt as I ran to the car, not really caring who's clothes I got at the moment. Perfect.
I pulled his keys out of the pocket and got to the door, fumbling with them, as I heard Mikey approaching. Come on, Iero. Don't do something totally horror movie like drop them under the car or something. And thankfully I didn't, but I now understood those movies way more than I wanted to.
I unlocked the door and hurled myself inside, slamming the door behind me, and locking it shut, immediately.
"Fuck you, Frankie. You can't drive off and leave me here!" he shouted, pounding on the window.
"Oh yeah? Watch me!" I yelled in reply, starting the car, and screeching down the dirt road. Fuck, I wish I knew how to drive better. Or how MIkey got us here. Or any of the roads in this town.
Well, all I gotta do is find a pay phone.
And do what exactly? Call Gerard and say 'Hey, me and your brother skipped school and he tried to rape me? So I stole your car to get away from him and he's walking home from some unknown location?'. Yeah, I don't really see that going over well.
But, right now, I really need Gerard, and there's no one else to call.
I found a gas station a few miles up the road and a quarter in the ash tray. Now, if only I could remember his number. Oh! I got it. I remember Bob's number being written in Mikey's wallet, which is also in the pants I was wearing right now. Oh shit, that means he has my pants! Not that I had anything important in them. They were just nice pants. They had a couple rare patches on them.
I dialed Bob's number and waited for an answer. "Hello?" came the mumbled reply.
"Hey, Bob? I guess Gerard isn't there yet." I said, talking so fast it's a miracle he could understand me, "This is Frankie, by the way. I really need to talk to him. This is really, really fucking important."
"Wow, calm down, buddy. You okay?"
I bit my lip. I couldn't tell him anything. But I guess I could tell him a little bit. "No." I sighed, and a sob broke that I had no idea I was holding back. "God, no, I'm not. I need Gerard's number."
"Why don't I call Gerard and you tell me where you're at, okay? And we'll be there to get you soon." he said, and I could hear him pulling on clothing over the phone. Bob was such a good guy. God, Mikey how could you do this to him? How could you do this to me?
"At the Am-Pm on Folsom and Green." I said, my breath coming out shaky still, but slowing to a normal pace. "And Bob? Thankyou."
"No problem." he said, "Hey, you're one of us now, dude."
When I hung up the phone, my hand... all of me... was still trembling with fear. I reached down to check and see how bad I had been... damaged. When I turned to inspect the back of my pants for blood, I found a giant stain about the size of a fist. Oh god.
I hurried back to the car as quickly as I could, flinging open the backseat and barely getting my body inside, legs still lying out on the concrete. My head was all of a sudden too heavy to hold up and my eyes were drooping closed. The adrenaline had wore off and reality had struck hard. I had been raped. And I don't know how much blood I'm going to lose before they get here. God, Gee, get here soon.
[Gerard's POV]
I was working on a new song, when I heard the phone ringing. Which was weird. Normally if Mikey's gone, people don't bother calling in the middle of the day, because they know I won't answer. Maybe it's important.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Oh, thank god, Gerard." Bob exhaled, loudly. "It's Frank."
"What? What happened?"
"I don't know. He called me from the Am-Pm out on Folsom. The one way the fuck out there." he said, and he sounded hesitant to continue. Oh shit, what did you do Mikey? "Fuck, Gee, he sounded bad. And he was crying."
"Fuck." I mumbled, under my breath. "Come get me. Now."
"Wait. Gee." he said, "Wasn't he with Mikey today?"
"Yeah. That's kinda what I'm afraid of."
"What..."
"Listen, Bob... I'll have to explain on the way." I said, "Right now, Frankie needs me. Alright?"
"Okay. I'll be there in a minute." he said.
And five minutes later, a screeching of tires meant that Bob was pulling around the corner. I ran outside and hopped in the passengers seat. And with more screeching, we were off. And I was recalling the whole 'incest' thing to him, and then the whole 'fight over Frankie' stage that I thought we were both over, especially now that Mikey seemed to like Bob so much. But Mikey's a fickle creature.
"Wow." Bob said, taking in a deep breath. "So, you think Mikey is still trying to take Frankie from you?"
"Well, I don't know. You said he sounded hurt. And he was with Mikey. And Mikey had my car. And how would Frankie get all the way to the Fulsom AmPm without a car? He couldn't. So I figured Mikey had to be involved somehow."
"And none of this could be because you're paranoid?"
"No! You said he was hurt, Bob!" I yelled. "Listen, just get us there, please? I'll feel better once I see him."
We pulled up to my car around 10 minutes later. And dread filled my stomach. I didn't see him. What the hell was I going to find?
I ran around to the other side of the car and found him lying half way out, unconscious. I grabbed him around the waist as best I could and pulled him to me, sitting him up on the seat. I ran my hand over his face.
"Frankie?"
Nothing. His eyes remained closed. His face remained perfectly still. No smile. No frown even. I don't know what you would call his expression. Blank, I guess. Blank. Because Frankie isn't there anymore.
"Bob. Call 9-1-1!"
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Well, that's all for now. I should have more soon.
PLEASE COMMENT. I'll write faster the more you comment! =)
Author: weallfadeaway
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Gerard, Frank/Mikey, Mikey/Bob
Rating: This CH is NC-17.
Warning: Language. MAN-RAPE. =[
Disclaimer: I do not know any one in this story.
Summary: "My voice seemed to be coming out slower and in a lower tone than normal as I moved back to my back and tried to look back up at him, but when I opened my eyes, all I could see was a blur of white. I threw my hand over my eyes, shielding them from the sun, but when I tried to open them again, my vision hadn't improved. It was still blurry, and now fading to black."
Author's Note: I<3Frankie!
PROLOGUE + CHAPTER 1 + CHAPTER 2 + CHAPTER 3 + CHAPTER 4 + CHAPTER 5.1 + CHAPTER 5.2 + CHAPTER 6 + CHAPTER 7 + CHAPTER 8 + CHAPTER 9 + CHAPTER 10
Mikey led me back to shore. I was shivering, and not just from the cold. Something about Mikey's demeanor was unsettling. He was reminding me of the Mikey that I first saw arguing in the park with Gerard, and the Mikey that came to visit me later that day in my room.
But I didn't understand! Why would Mikey be bringing out this sexy evil twin side to himself now... especially when we had that amazing night? That night where we all... well, I thought we all silently agreed that he was letting go of Gerard and the idea of having me, so that I could be with Gee. And he seemed fine with it! I mean, I only saw a blurry picture of him and Bob through some teary eyes as I ran out of their house yesterday, but they were pretty damn cute together. God, I'm so confused. I wish Gerard was here to tell me what to do.
He threw a hoodie down on a low-set branch and sat me down on top of it.
"You okay now?" he asked.
"Yeah." I said, "I just... need to catch my breath. I need to relax."
"Well, I got something to help you relax." he said, running off in the direction of the car. He retrieved his backpack, a blanket and towels. He threw the blanket down on the ground and sprawled across it, on his stomach... his perfect, sculpted ass laid out before me. I bit my lip. He patted at the spot next to him, and told me to come join him. And although I was still weary of his intentions, it did seem like it would be more comfortable than a twig up the ass.
I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist, and laid beside him, on my back, reveling in how warm it had gotten in the past hour or so since we'd been there. The sun felt amazing on my bare skin, and I knew that Mikey was watching me stretch and run my hands over my skin as I found a comfortable position.
He sighed heavily, before returning to rummage through his bag. With a loud 'A-ha!', he signaled he had found what he was looking for, pulling out a tiny coffin shaped object from his bag.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Cigarette case. Or in this case..." he said with a cheesy grin, opening it and letting the sweet, skunky smell of freshly ground marijuana buds fill my nostrils. I exhaled deeply, my mouth already watering at the prospect of lighting one.
"Shit, that smells so good. What is it?"
"Well, weed my dear, young Frankie." he chuckled.
"Duh." I snorted. "I'm talking about what strain. You know? Sour Diesel? Strawberry Cough? Grandaddy Purp? Maui Wowie? Should I continue? Cuz I could go on for days."
"Please don't." he said, "No, this is from a special connection I have in Humboldt. He told me it was some quality Juicy Fruit. Whatever that means. Personally, I don't care what the hell it is, as long as it gets you good and high."
"Wait. How is it that you have a guy in Humboldt, when I used to live an hour and half away from there and could never make connections with anyone up there?" I asked, "I was up in Humboldt all the time trying to score this shit. This is ridiculous. And on top of that, you get one of my favorite kinds of weed?"
"That's cuz I rock, Frankie." he smiled, as he put the joint to his lips and lighting it, taking a deep, long drag before passing it to me.
I took an equally long drag, holding it in as I spoke, "Well, that you do, Mikey, cuz this shit is prime."
"I wouldn't get anything less." he said, still smirking. "Nah, I met him online. He's a cool guy. At first we were talking about the band and junk. He's in a band up there too. And we started swapping mp3's, exchanging critiques, and so forth. And eventually I asked him to send me some weed and he did."
"Score." I exclaimed, as he handed it back to me, again, watching as he lazily blew smoke rings into the air.
When we finished smoking I was higher than I had been in a while. I guess this time away from daily smoking sessions had lowered my tolerance. My head was spinning and I was beginning to feel nauseous. I curled up on my side and I could feel Mikey's hand rubbing my back, almost instantly.
"You alright, dude?"
"I'll be fine. I think this shit's stronger than you were letting on, Mikey." I replied. Well, I think I replied. My voice seemed to be coming out slower and in a lower tone than normal as I moved back to my back and tried to look back up at him, but when I opened my eyes, all I could see was a blur of white. I threw my hand over my eyes, shielding them from the sun, but when I tried to open them again, my vision hadn't improved. It was still blurry, and now fading to black.
Before I even opened my eyes again, I could feel him fucking me. God, Mikey, why?
I didn't know what to do. I mean, how to do react when you wake up and your 'best friend' is raping you? And whatever he had laced the weed with was strong. I wasn't able to move, really. And I could barely feel. Must have been a sedative.
He leaned in and moaned loudly in my ear, bringing my state of consciousness from a touch and go kinda feeling to being fully alert. My eyes snapped open and locked with his and all he could do was smile down at me. The same smile he'd been giving me all day. It was only then I realized he had planned this. Holy shit. It was already in the weed, of course he planned it.
He stopped for a moment, and gripped my jaw, harshly.
"There you are, lover. Thought you were going to sleep through the whole thing." he said. "That shit was strong. Stronger than I thought. Almost knocked me out too. Glad I'm not a light-weight like you."
"Fuck you." I spat. And he began fucking me again, hard. Painfully hard, now that whatever he given me was starting to wear off some.
"Now, now." he grunted, slowing down to an agonizing pace. "It looks to me, dear Frankie, like you're the one getting fucked, right?"
I harnessed as much strength as I could and leaned forward, pushing him off me. When I did, he fell backwards and out of me, with a tearing of flesh that... well, trust me, I won't be forgetting it anytime soon. I screamed, and scrambled to get to my feet, grabbing Mikey's pants and my shirt as I ran to the car, not really caring who's clothes I got at the moment. Perfect.
I pulled his keys out of the pocket and got to the door, fumbling with them, as I heard Mikey approaching. Come on, Iero. Don't do something totally horror movie like drop them under the car or something. And thankfully I didn't, but I now understood those movies way more than I wanted to.
I unlocked the door and hurled myself inside, slamming the door behind me, and locking it shut, immediately.
"Fuck you, Frankie. You can't drive off and leave me here!" he shouted, pounding on the window.
"Oh yeah? Watch me!" I yelled in reply, starting the car, and screeching down the dirt road. Fuck, I wish I knew how to drive better. Or how MIkey got us here. Or any of the roads in this town.
Well, all I gotta do is find a pay phone.
And do what exactly? Call Gerard and say 'Hey, me and your brother skipped school and he tried to rape me? So I stole your car to get away from him and he's walking home from some unknown location?'. Yeah, I don't really see that going over well.
But, right now, I really need Gerard, and there's no one else to call.
I found a gas station a few miles up the road and a quarter in the ash tray. Now, if only I could remember his number. Oh! I got it. I remember Bob's number being written in Mikey's wallet, which is also in the pants I was wearing right now. Oh shit, that means he has my pants! Not that I had anything important in them. They were just nice pants. They had a couple rare patches on them.
I dialed Bob's number and waited for an answer. "Hello?" came the mumbled reply.
"Hey, Bob? I guess Gerard isn't there yet." I said, talking so fast it's a miracle he could understand me, "This is Frankie, by the way. I really need to talk to him. This is really, really fucking important."
"Wow, calm down, buddy. You okay?"
I bit my lip. I couldn't tell him anything. But I guess I could tell him a little bit. "No." I sighed, and a sob broke that I had no idea I was holding back. "God, no, I'm not. I need Gerard's number."
"Why don't I call Gerard and you tell me where you're at, okay? And we'll be there to get you soon." he said, and I could hear him pulling on clothing over the phone. Bob was such a good guy. God, Mikey how could you do this to him? How could you do this to me?
"At the Am-Pm on Folsom and Green." I said, my breath coming out shaky still, but slowing to a normal pace. "And Bob? Thankyou."
"No problem." he said, "Hey, you're one of us now, dude."
When I hung up the phone, my hand... all of me... was still trembling with fear. I reached down to check and see how bad I had been... damaged. When I turned to inspect the back of my pants for blood, I found a giant stain about the size of a fist. Oh god.
I hurried back to the car as quickly as I could, flinging open the backseat and barely getting my body inside, legs still lying out on the concrete. My head was all of a sudden too heavy to hold up and my eyes were drooping closed. The adrenaline had wore off and reality had struck hard. I had been raped. And I don't know how much blood I'm going to lose before they get here. God, Gee, get here soon.
[Gerard's POV]
I was working on a new song, when I heard the phone ringing. Which was weird. Normally if Mikey's gone, people don't bother calling in the middle of the day, because they know I won't answer. Maybe it's important.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Oh, thank god, Gerard." Bob exhaled, loudly. "It's Frank."
"What? What happened?"
"I don't know. He called me from the Am-Pm out on Folsom. The one way the fuck out there." he said, and he sounded hesitant to continue. Oh shit, what did you do Mikey? "Fuck, Gee, he sounded bad. And he was crying."
"Fuck." I mumbled, under my breath. "Come get me. Now."
"Wait. Gee." he said, "Wasn't he with Mikey today?"
"Yeah. That's kinda what I'm afraid of."
"What..."
"Listen, Bob... I'll have to explain on the way." I said, "Right now, Frankie needs me. Alright?"
"Okay. I'll be there in a minute." he said.
And five minutes later, a screeching of tires meant that Bob was pulling around the corner. I ran outside and hopped in the passengers seat. And with more screeching, we were off. And I was recalling the whole 'incest' thing to him, and then the whole 'fight over Frankie' stage that I thought we were both over, especially now that Mikey seemed to like Bob so much. But Mikey's a fickle creature.
"Wow." Bob said, taking in a deep breath. "So, you think Mikey is still trying to take Frankie from you?"
"Well, I don't know. You said he sounded hurt. And he was with Mikey. And Mikey had my car. And how would Frankie get all the way to the Fulsom AmPm without a car? He couldn't. So I figured Mikey had to be involved somehow."
"And none of this could be because you're paranoid?"
"No! You said he was hurt, Bob!" I yelled. "Listen, just get us there, please? I'll feel better once I see him."
We pulled up to my car around 10 minutes later. And dread filled my stomach. I didn't see him. What the hell was I going to find?
I ran around to the other side of the car and found him lying half way out, unconscious. I grabbed him around the waist as best I could and pulled him to me, sitting him up on the seat. I ran my hand over his face.
"Frankie?"
Nothing. His eyes remained closed. His face remained perfectly still. No smile. No frown even. I don't know what you would call his expression. Blank, I guess. Blank. Because Frankie isn't there anymore.
"Bob. Call 9-1-1!"
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Well, that's all for now. I should have more soon.
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