The Antici......pation
Title: Bondage Mansion
Author: momiji_neyuki
Pairings: Gerard/Bert, Gerard/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Bloodplay, Bondage, D/s, Humiliation, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Kinbaku, Collars, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Facials, Torture, Sick and Twisted Fluff, Implied Mprg.
Summary: Sometimes what you want and what you get are not what you need.
Disclaimer: They are a band and they will always be a band to me, there fore I cannot and do not own them.
Author’s Note: I wanted to get this chapter done tonight, and stayed up late doing it, because I have to work practically a double. I have been writing it for two days now, but I think i am finally happy with it. Please enjoy and comments will always be answered back. ^-^
Beta'd by my amazing friend Trixgrl from AO3. ^-^
A Visitor In The Storm
The Contest
***Gerard***
The rest of the day remained quiet for Gerard. Robert locked himself in his bedroom, stating that he was going to take a nap. Gerard tried to paint in the study, but his heart was not in it. How was this happening to them? They were good people. They cared for their servants and never mistreated them. Speaking of servants, he was still trying to figure out why Jamia had chosen to work for Frank willingly. The sex could not have been that good…could it? I mean he knew about sexual relations between a man and a woman from his younger brother. He and his wife did not do much to keep it down when they visited them and they both had dopey grins on their faces when they emerged hand in hand. Gerard sighed at the thought of doing that with Robert. Maybe he was wrong to want to wait for the wedding, but he could not help it. Besides, Robert never mentioned any discontent to him about it so as far as he knew everything was still alright between them. They could be a loving couple without the act just fine. Gerard shivered with the thought of being forced to do things with Frank because of this contest. He certainly did not want him to lay a hand on his body at all, but he had agreed to the contest so he would bare it for the sake of his love. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not realize that the sun had dropped in the sky and the night was creeping up on them. A quick rap on the door by one of the maids, not Jamia of course, signaled that it was time for dinner. Gerard gave and acknowledging response and began to clean up even though he had not really done anything. Just something to keep his hands from being idle he guessed. He made his way out of the study and down the hall to the dining room.
He still looked tired even though he had been sleeping all afternoon. Gerard took his place next to him and was served his soup. He nodded to the servant and then turned back to Robert. He carefully placed a hand over his and caressed it gently. Robert looked up from his soup and Gerard let out a gasp. His eyes were bloodshot and there were tear tracks running through the dirt on his face. He looked miserable. Gerard started to tear up himself, but Robert squeezed his hand and wiped under his eyes and smiled.
“A face as beautiful as yours should never be filled with sadness.”
This almost made him cry again, but instead he smiled. Robert leaned back and furrowed his brow.
“The thought of that man touching you makes me want to curl up and die.”
“Don’t think like that please! I chose this willingly, I chose you willingly, and I will not change my mind.”
“But, what of your virginity my love?”
“Well," Gerard sat straight up and picked up his spoon, "we will just have to make sure it is gone before tomorrow now won’t we?”
Robert startled at this and then he looked deep into Gerard’s eyes. He could see that it was both a united front between them and Frank and that he also wanted to do this with Robert. Robert smiled and squeezed his hand. He rang the small bell by his plate and Peter appeared at his side.
“Mr. Wentz, please see that our soup is kept warm and bring me a bottle of brandy. Mr. Way and I will be retiring for a few hours.”
***Frank***
Frank chose to have dinner in his room that night. He thought it best to stay away from both Robert and Gerard till the morning. He went through his father’s closet and found all sorts of toys and outfits to use. It is true that his father was involved in the contest with his mom, but with Gerard’s feminize frame and effeminate style, it would not matter much. He was actually looking forward to seeing Gerard in the outfits. It made his dick hard and twitch just thinking about it. He thought about rousing Jamia from her sleep so he could use her to get off, but he sent her to bed earlier on purpose to be ready for tomorrow morning's preparations. He continued to pour through the outfits to find the perfect one for the opening ceremony. As enjoyable as the contest was, it did have rules and things to make it official. All the pomp and circumstance though could not hide the true meaning of the contest. There was no way he was going to be beaten even if Robert had Gerard’s heart. He would soon change his tune and realize his true potential and that life could be so much more than it was now.
Once Frank found the perfect outfit for Gerard; he went back and searched out one for Jamia. He would make sure that both his “girls” would look suitable to his taste. Once this was done he laid out clothes for himself as well. Frank had taken a bath earlier so that he could just get dressed in the morning. He was bouncing on the souls of his feet with anticipation and he was on such a high that he could not settle down. He knew that he would get little to no sleep if he could not calm down. Once again he contemplated waking up Jamia, but then figured that he and his imagination could handle the situation. He turned off the lamps around the room and dimmed the one by the bed. He undressed himself and climbed into bed. Pulling out the oil from the drawer he poured some on his palm and slicked himself up. As he fisted himself, he imagined Gerard and all the degradating things that he was going to experience tomorrow and for the next three days. He pumped himself faster thinking of Gerard on his knees begging for mercy from Frank, which there would be none of. Frank was going to see this plan through to the end and get everything, including the “girl”. He suppressed a chuckle at this thought when he felt that warm sensation way down in his toes that told him he was close. He pushed himself over the edge by imagining Gerard going down on him while Robert watched on helpless to do anything about it. He came with the image of Gerard’s face covered in his cum. Breathing heavily, Frank wiped his hand on the sheets and turned the lamp all the way off. He tucked under the covers feeling the cool of the bottom sheet against his naked flesh. He pressed into the crispness and made a mental note to tell Jamia to make sure and use starch each time she did his sheets. He drifted off to sleep after that with Gerard’s trembling face in his mind.
***Bert***
Robert waited in bed patiently for Gerard to finish in the dressing room. He counted himself so lucky to have Gerard in his life. Things could have gone so differently if he had not chosen to attend that soiree last spring. From the moment he entered the main room his eyes had fallen on a mysterious raven haired beauty. The shy wallflower was lingering near the balcony like he just wanted to escape. He was wearing a light rose colored shirt that was slightly undone at the top. His pants were off white to compliment the shirt and were almost like a pair of stockings against his legs. The matching short jacket was draped over a chair and an orchid could be made out attached to the lapel. The man was leaning against the wall with one hand braced on the back of the chair and one leg bent against the wall. The position of his body was almost standoffish and inappropriate, but it matched his lithe frame so well that it just looked endearing to Robert. Robert continued to catch glimpses of the effeminate man from afar as he engaged in conversation with both men and women who were eligible and wanted him to know that they were. Some were demure, but you could tell it was all an act. Others were just shameless and flaunted their dowries and other promises if he chose them. Robert did not even give them a second thought. As the evening wore on and the music continued to play he still had not gained the courage to walk up to the mysterious solitary figure. He was getting ready to fortify his courage when a tall lanky gentleman came up to him. They exchanged pleasantries as the man introduced his wife. His wife then made excuses to leave and they were alone. Robert was expecting the small talk to continue when the young man spoke out suddenly.
“So you the eligible bachelor here tonight that everyone has been throwing themselves at?"
Robert just looks at the young man.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, so you are the…”
“Yes yes, I heard you the first time.”
“I notice you have been letting everyone make all the moves on you, but none reciprocated. Are you that sure of your prowess?”
Robert could not believe the blatant words coming from the stranger’s mouth.
“Are you insinuating something sir?”
The stranger could not mistake the warning that Robert’s question was laced with.
“No sir, just making an observation.”
”Duly noted, and may I also make an observation that your wife can return at any moment and make your impropriety even more uncomfortable.”
The stranger just looked at Robert and raised an eyebrow. Then he suddenly let out a bark of laughter making Robert flinch and step back a little.
“Impropriety? Did you really think that I was propositioning you sir?”
Now it was Robert’s turn to raise an eyebrow at the stranger and give him a puzzled look to match. The stranger regained his composure and spoke on.
“The only proposition I am interested in is the one that I have with my wife on select evenings.”
Robert looked at the stranger and let out a knowing chuckle.
“Right you are sir and it is your right of course.”
“No sir, not a right, but a privilege that I remind myself of every night and thank the heavens that I have been blessed with.”
Robert took in what the stranger said and smiled warmly.
“A true gentleman as well as a poet with words of wisdom. Robert McCracken and to whom do I have the pleasure?
Robert extended a hand in friendship. The stranger clasped it and shook it firmly.
“Michael Way sir, the younger brother of the gentleman that you have been admiring from a far for most of the evening.”
Robert looked at Michael again and then turned his sight back to the wistful wallflower.
“So he is your older brother then?”
“Yes sir, by some three years.”
“I see, and where is his Mrs. Way?”
Michael turned his gaze to his brother as he spoke.
“There is none.”
Robert hitched in a breath.
“I doubt there will ever be as Gerard has never shown any interest in the fairer sex.”
Robert studied Michael's eyes for any folly and saw none.
“The truth is our kin continue to send him to these soirees in order to force him into their idea of a suitable match.”
“And what is your kin’s idea of a suitable match?”
“One with a sizable purse I am afraid.”
Robert saw the pain flicker in Michael’s eyes on behalf of his brother. He could see that the younger sibling did not approve of his brother being paraded like a prize to be captured. Robert cleared his throat to speak, but was cut short by Michael’s voice.
“I do believe though that you are looking for something else since you have many opportunities to accost him and have chosen admiration in its stead.”
Robert beamed at this compliment, but was not sure what to make of it. He was about to ask Michael what his meaning was when Michael’s wife chose that moment to reappear. Michael extended his had once again and Robert, realizing that the conversation was now over, shook it and watched as they glided away. He could see the happiness in Michael’s eyes, and how enraptured he was with his young bride. He sighed and wished he had that as well. Robert looked back to the lone man, whose name was now known to him. Gerard took that moment to bring his gaze from the stars to fall upon Robert’s own. Their eyes locked briefly and Robert smiled. Gerard gave a small smile in return and a bloom of red could be seen creeping up into his cheeks. Robert dropped his gaze out of politeness, but kept the image of Gerard’s eyes clear in his mind. They seem to be a soft honey color, but with flecks of green and gold in them. The most alluring thing that Robert had witnessed all evening and he wanted to see them again. When he looked up again he could see that Michael and his wife were now engaged in conversation with Gerard. Not wanting to be rude, Robert wandered off to speak to other patrons.
It was now close to the witching hour and Robert knew he had to get home soon if he was to get any proper sleep tonight. He began to search for the hostess to thank her for inviting him when he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned around only to meet the gaze of soft honey colored eyes with the flecks of green and gold in them. Standing by his side was Michael with a smile on his face.
“Mr. McCracken, I would like to properly introduce my older brother Mr. Gerard Way. Robert noticed that Gerard blushed slightly as the “older” part of the introduction, but extended his hand none the less. Although Robert saw that the hand was in the shape to be clasped, he took it and turned it palm down as he shook it lightly. Gerard, who was expecting the firm handshakes that made his fingers hurt was pleasantly surprised at this action and blushed further.
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Way.”
***Gerard***
Gerard stood in front of the ornate mirror in the dressing room. His pajama pants hung low on his hips. He opted for no shirt and to just tie his dressing gown around his waist. The sash shaped his waist into the familiar hour glass that he achieved by carefully monitoring his meals. He was in preparation for their coming wedding and wanted to look good in his suit. As he tightened the sash he remembered Frank handing it over to him in the morning before their world was shattered. Had he really dropped it in the doorway of the bedroom? He did not remember this, but then again he had fled quickly after taking in the sight of the young man and the servant girl. Just the thought of the compromising position he witnessed them in brought back the warm sensation in his stomach. He could not identify this feeling. Did he enjoy watching? Did he want to get caught? What would have happened if he had? Gerard shook his head. He did not want to even think about the possible consequences of his actions. Right now he pushed Frank far from his mind and placed Robert firm into his thoughts. Robert, who was waiting for him right now in the bedroom. His stomach fluttered at the anticipation of what was about to happen between them. He tried to pretend that this was their wedding night and not the reality that they were being forced into this situation early for the sake of Gerard’s emotional wellbeing. The thought of losing his virginity to anyone other than Robert made him shiver uncomfortably. He took one more look in the mirror before extinguishing the lamp in the room and opening the door.
Robert was brought back from his mind’s journey by the sound of the dressing room door opening and Gerard entering the bedroom. Robert had to catch his breath and how beautiful Gerard looked in his dressing gown. He stood up and beckoned Gerard over to him. Gerard walked to Robert’s side of the bed and took his place at the edge. Robert stood in front of him Gerard encircled his arms around his waist. Robert looked down at Gerard and ran his fingers lightly through Gerard’s hair. Gerard looked up into Robert’s eyes.
“Gee, are you sure you’re alright with this?”
Gerard could read the concern in Robert’s eyes.
"Bert, there is no one I want to give myself to other than you. I hate the fact that another man is allowed to touch me at all.”
Robert both smiled and frowned, if it was possible, at the revelation.
“I too wish the circumstances were different Gee.”
Gerard continued to look into Robert’s eyes and Robert felt himself stir below. Gerard being in close proximity felt this too and quickly turned his gaze away his face flushing with embarrassment and excitement. Robert placed two fingers under Gerard’s chin and gently lifted it back up. Gerard turned his gaze back to Robert’s face and Robert bent down and lightly brushed his lips against Gerard’s. The kiss was brief, but it was enough to elicit a soft sigh from Gerard’s throat. Robert took that as a good sign and deepened the next kiss further. Lips pressed together the momentum allowed Robert to push Gerard onto his back. Gerard sighed again and when thie kiss broke he favored Robert with a smile. Robert gave Gerard room to move himself onto the pillow. He lay down next to Gerard and they resumed the kiss. Breaking away again Robert looked for permission in Gerard’s eyes to remove the sash on the gown. Once he received it, he carefully opened the sash and let the material fall open. This was the first time that Robert had seen Gerard without a shirt on and he wanted to savor the moment. Gerard blushed and turned his eyes away from the intensity of Robert’s gaze.
“Please do not stare at me like that Bert.”
“But Gee, you are so beautiful, like a work of art that I cannot turn my eyes away.”
Gerard smiled at this and beckoned Robert down for another kiss.
They made love slowly under the sheets. Gerard had removed his pants within the confines of them as did Robert. The oil was used liberally inside Gerard as well as on Robert. The pace was slow and loving with Robert’s arms circled around Gerard’s waist the whole time. His eyes never left Gerard’s face. Gerard kept his eyes closed the whole time and concentrated on moving his body to the rhythm matching his fiancé’s. When Robert came he allowed Gerard’s name to escape on a whisper. He then pulled out and rolled over onto his pillow. He reached for Gerard’s hand and fell asleep with the words 'I love you' on his lips. The contentment was evident on Robert’s face.
***Gerard***
Gerard lay there awake long after Robert had fallen asleep. He was unsure of how to feel. He had lost his virginity to the man he loved and yet he still felt unfulfilled. He quietly removed himself from Robert’s bed and put his dressing gown back on. He gathered his pants and carefully opened and closed the door of the bedroom. He made his way back to his room and sat down on his bed. He could still feel himself half hard from the past activity. He lay down on the bed and pulled out his own bottle of oil. He carefully poured just enough on his hand and set about to the task of bringing himself to completion. As he ran his palm over his member he tried to bring back the memory of what he had experienced with Robert. Unfortunately, because he had his eyes close; Gerard could only go by what he felt. He remembered Robert’s hands circled around him protectively and his careful thrusts making sure that the pain was minimal for Gerard. As he quickened his pace his memory became blurred and instead of he and Robert the image was replaced with Jamia and Frank. At least it started out with Jamia, but her body was quickly replaced with his own. Gerard took in a quick breath as he saw himself on his hands and knees as Frank trusted inside of him with no regard at all. He remembered the way Frank’s head was thrown back and expletives dripped from his mouth into Gerard’s ears. He continued to fist himself squeezing harder almost strangling his cock and biting back a shameless moan as he recalled the belt wrapped around the wrists of Frank’s captive, who was now completely Gerard as far as his mind was concerned. The final straw for Gerard was Frank pulling out and cumming all over his back. With that Gerard could no longer stifle himself and he came hard and breathless all over his hand and stomach. He lay still for a moment trying to temper his breathing. Guilt welled up inside of him as he realized what he had just done. He went to the wash basin and cleaned himself off quickly. He replaced his pajama pants and lay back down. Tears filled his eyes and he cried himself to sleep with Robert’s name on his lips and heart and Frank’s visage in his mind. Neither he nor Robert made it back to dinner that night.
Author: momiji_neyuki
Pairings: Gerard/Bert, Gerard/Frank
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Bloodplay, Bondage, D/s, Humiliation, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Kinbaku, Collars, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Facials, Torture, Sick and Twisted Fluff, Implied Mprg.
Summary: Sometimes what you want and what you get are not what you need.
Disclaimer: They are a band and they will always be a band to me, there fore I cannot and do not own them.
Author’s Note: I wanted to get this chapter done tonight, and stayed up late doing it, because I have to work practically a double. I have been writing it for two days now, but I think i am finally happy with it. Please enjoy and comments will always be answered back. ^-^
Beta'd by my amazing friend Trixgrl from AO3. ^-^
A Visitor In The Storm
The Contest
***Gerard***
The rest of the day remained quiet for Gerard. Robert locked himself in his bedroom, stating that he was going to take a nap. Gerard tried to paint in the study, but his heart was not in it. How was this happening to them? They were good people. They cared for their servants and never mistreated them. Speaking of servants, he was still trying to figure out why Jamia had chosen to work for Frank willingly. The sex could not have been that good…could it? I mean he knew about sexual relations between a man and a woman from his younger brother. He and his wife did not do much to keep it down when they visited them and they both had dopey grins on their faces when they emerged hand in hand. Gerard sighed at the thought of doing that with Robert. Maybe he was wrong to want to wait for the wedding, but he could not help it. Besides, Robert never mentioned any discontent to him about it so as far as he knew everything was still alright between them. They could be a loving couple without the act just fine. Gerard shivered with the thought of being forced to do things with Frank because of this contest. He certainly did not want him to lay a hand on his body at all, but he had agreed to the contest so he would bare it for the sake of his love. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not realize that the sun had dropped in the sky and the night was creeping up on them. A quick rap on the door by one of the maids, not Jamia of course, signaled that it was time for dinner. Gerard gave and acknowledging response and began to clean up even though he had not really done anything. Just something to keep his hands from being idle he guessed. He made his way out of the study and down the hall to the dining room.
He still looked tired even though he had been sleeping all afternoon. Gerard took his place next to him and was served his soup. He nodded to the servant and then turned back to Robert. He carefully placed a hand over his and caressed it gently. Robert looked up from his soup and Gerard let out a gasp. His eyes were bloodshot and there were tear tracks running through the dirt on his face. He looked miserable. Gerard started to tear up himself, but Robert squeezed his hand and wiped under his eyes and smiled.
“A face as beautiful as yours should never be filled with sadness.”
This almost made him cry again, but instead he smiled. Robert leaned back and furrowed his brow.
“The thought of that man touching you makes me want to curl up and die.”
“Don’t think like that please! I chose this willingly, I chose you willingly, and I will not change my mind.”
“But, what of your virginity my love?”
“Well," Gerard sat straight up and picked up his spoon, "we will just have to make sure it is gone before tomorrow now won’t we?”
Robert startled at this and then he looked deep into Gerard’s eyes. He could see that it was both a united front between them and Frank and that he also wanted to do this with Robert. Robert smiled and squeezed his hand. He rang the small bell by his plate and Peter appeared at his side.
“Mr. Wentz, please see that our soup is kept warm and bring me a bottle of brandy. Mr. Way and I will be retiring for a few hours.”
***Frank***
Frank chose to have dinner in his room that night. He thought it best to stay away from both Robert and Gerard till the morning. He went through his father’s closet and found all sorts of toys and outfits to use. It is true that his father was involved in the contest with his mom, but with Gerard’s feminize frame and effeminate style, it would not matter much. He was actually looking forward to seeing Gerard in the outfits. It made his dick hard and twitch just thinking about it. He thought about rousing Jamia from her sleep so he could use her to get off, but he sent her to bed earlier on purpose to be ready for tomorrow morning's preparations. He continued to pour through the outfits to find the perfect one for the opening ceremony. As enjoyable as the contest was, it did have rules and things to make it official. All the pomp and circumstance though could not hide the true meaning of the contest. There was no way he was going to be beaten even if Robert had Gerard’s heart. He would soon change his tune and realize his true potential and that life could be so much more than it was now.
Once Frank found the perfect outfit for Gerard; he went back and searched out one for Jamia. He would make sure that both his “girls” would look suitable to his taste. Once this was done he laid out clothes for himself as well. Frank had taken a bath earlier so that he could just get dressed in the morning. He was bouncing on the souls of his feet with anticipation and he was on such a high that he could not settle down. He knew that he would get little to no sleep if he could not calm down. Once again he contemplated waking up Jamia, but then figured that he and his imagination could handle the situation. He turned off the lamps around the room and dimmed the one by the bed. He undressed himself and climbed into bed. Pulling out the oil from the drawer he poured some on his palm and slicked himself up. As he fisted himself, he imagined Gerard and all the degradating things that he was going to experience tomorrow and for the next three days. He pumped himself faster thinking of Gerard on his knees begging for mercy from Frank, which there would be none of. Frank was going to see this plan through to the end and get everything, including the “girl”. He suppressed a chuckle at this thought when he felt that warm sensation way down in his toes that told him he was close. He pushed himself over the edge by imagining Gerard going down on him while Robert watched on helpless to do anything about it. He came with the image of Gerard’s face covered in his cum. Breathing heavily, Frank wiped his hand on the sheets and turned the lamp all the way off. He tucked under the covers feeling the cool of the bottom sheet against his naked flesh. He pressed into the crispness and made a mental note to tell Jamia to make sure and use starch each time she did his sheets. He drifted off to sleep after that with Gerard’s trembling face in his mind.
***Bert***
Robert waited in bed patiently for Gerard to finish in the dressing room. He counted himself so lucky to have Gerard in his life. Things could have gone so differently if he had not chosen to attend that soiree last spring. From the moment he entered the main room his eyes had fallen on a mysterious raven haired beauty. The shy wallflower was lingering near the balcony like he just wanted to escape. He was wearing a light rose colored shirt that was slightly undone at the top. His pants were off white to compliment the shirt and were almost like a pair of stockings against his legs. The matching short jacket was draped over a chair and an orchid could be made out attached to the lapel. The man was leaning against the wall with one hand braced on the back of the chair and one leg bent against the wall. The position of his body was almost standoffish and inappropriate, but it matched his lithe frame so well that it just looked endearing to Robert. Robert continued to catch glimpses of the effeminate man from afar as he engaged in conversation with both men and women who were eligible and wanted him to know that they were. Some were demure, but you could tell it was all an act. Others were just shameless and flaunted their dowries and other promises if he chose them. Robert did not even give them a second thought. As the evening wore on and the music continued to play he still had not gained the courage to walk up to the mysterious solitary figure. He was getting ready to fortify his courage when a tall lanky gentleman came up to him. They exchanged pleasantries as the man introduced his wife. His wife then made excuses to leave and they were alone. Robert was expecting the small talk to continue when the young man spoke out suddenly.
“So you the eligible bachelor here tonight that everyone has been throwing themselves at?"
Robert just looks at the young man.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, so you are the…”
“Yes yes, I heard you the first time.”
“I notice you have been letting everyone make all the moves on you, but none reciprocated. Are you that sure of your prowess?”
Robert could not believe the blatant words coming from the stranger’s mouth.
“Are you insinuating something sir?”
The stranger could not mistake the warning that Robert’s question was laced with.
“No sir, just making an observation.”
”Duly noted, and may I also make an observation that your wife can return at any moment and make your impropriety even more uncomfortable.”
The stranger just looked at Robert and raised an eyebrow. Then he suddenly let out a bark of laughter making Robert flinch and step back a little.
“Impropriety? Did you really think that I was propositioning you sir?”
Now it was Robert’s turn to raise an eyebrow at the stranger and give him a puzzled look to match. The stranger regained his composure and spoke on.
“The only proposition I am interested in is the one that I have with my wife on select evenings.”
Robert looked at the stranger and let out a knowing chuckle.
“Right you are sir and it is your right of course.”
“No sir, not a right, but a privilege that I remind myself of every night and thank the heavens that I have been blessed with.”
Robert took in what the stranger said and smiled warmly.
“A true gentleman as well as a poet with words of wisdom. Robert McCracken and to whom do I have the pleasure?
Robert extended a hand in friendship. The stranger clasped it and shook it firmly.
“Michael Way sir, the younger brother of the gentleman that you have been admiring from a far for most of the evening.”
Robert looked at Michael again and then turned his sight back to the wistful wallflower.
“So he is your older brother then?”
“Yes sir, by some three years.”
“I see, and where is his Mrs. Way?”
Michael turned his gaze to his brother as he spoke.
“There is none.”
Robert hitched in a breath.
“I doubt there will ever be as Gerard has never shown any interest in the fairer sex.”
Robert studied Michael's eyes for any folly and saw none.
“The truth is our kin continue to send him to these soirees in order to force him into their idea of a suitable match.”
“And what is your kin’s idea of a suitable match?”
“One with a sizable purse I am afraid.”
Robert saw the pain flicker in Michael’s eyes on behalf of his brother. He could see that the younger sibling did not approve of his brother being paraded like a prize to be captured. Robert cleared his throat to speak, but was cut short by Michael’s voice.
“I do believe though that you are looking for something else since you have many opportunities to accost him and have chosen admiration in its stead.”
Robert beamed at this compliment, but was not sure what to make of it. He was about to ask Michael what his meaning was when Michael’s wife chose that moment to reappear. Michael extended his had once again and Robert, realizing that the conversation was now over, shook it and watched as they glided away. He could see the happiness in Michael’s eyes, and how enraptured he was with his young bride. He sighed and wished he had that as well. Robert looked back to the lone man, whose name was now known to him. Gerard took that moment to bring his gaze from the stars to fall upon Robert’s own. Their eyes locked briefly and Robert smiled. Gerard gave a small smile in return and a bloom of red could be seen creeping up into his cheeks. Robert dropped his gaze out of politeness, but kept the image of Gerard’s eyes clear in his mind. They seem to be a soft honey color, but with flecks of green and gold in them. The most alluring thing that Robert had witnessed all evening and he wanted to see them again. When he looked up again he could see that Michael and his wife were now engaged in conversation with Gerard. Not wanting to be rude, Robert wandered off to speak to other patrons.
It was now close to the witching hour and Robert knew he had to get home soon if he was to get any proper sleep tonight. He began to search for the hostess to thank her for inviting him when he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned around only to meet the gaze of soft honey colored eyes with the flecks of green and gold in them. Standing by his side was Michael with a smile on his face.
“Mr. McCracken, I would like to properly introduce my older brother Mr. Gerard Way. Robert noticed that Gerard blushed slightly as the “older” part of the introduction, but extended his hand none the less. Although Robert saw that the hand was in the shape to be clasped, he took it and turned it palm down as he shook it lightly. Gerard, who was expecting the firm handshakes that made his fingers hurt was pleasantly surprised at this action and blushed further.
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Way.”
***Gerard***
Gerard stood in front of the ornate mirror in the dressing room. His pajama pants hung low on his hips. He opted for no shirt and to just tie his dressing gown around his waist. The sash shaped his waist into the familiar hour glass that he achieved by carefully monitoring his meals. He was in preparation for their coming wedding and wanted to look good in his suit. As he tightened the sash he remembered Frank handing it over to him in the morning before their world was shattered. Had he really dropped it in the doorway of the bedroom? He did not remember this, but then again he had fled quickly after taking in the sight of the young man and the servant girl. Just the thought of the compromising position he witnessed them in brought back the warm sensation in his stomach. He could not identify this feeling. Did he enjoy watching? Did he want to get caught? What would have happened if he had? Gerard shook his head. He did not want to even think about the possible consequences of his actions. Right now he pushed Frank far from his mind and placed Robert firm into his thoughts. Robert, who was waiting for him right now in the bedroom. His stomach fluttered at the anticipation of what was about to happen between them. He tried to pretend that this was their wedding night and not the reality that they were being forced into this situation early for the sake of Gerard’s emotional wellbeing. The thought of losing his virginity to anyone other than Robert made him shiver uncomfortably. He took one more look in the mirror before extinguishing the lamp in the room and opening the door.
Robert was brought back from his mind’s journey by the sound of the dressing room door opening and Gerard entering the bedroom. Robert had to catch his breath and how beautiful Gerard looked in his dressing gown. He stood up and beckoned Gerard over to him. Gerard walked to Robert’s side of the bed and took his place at the edge. Robert stood in front of him Gerard encircled his arms around his waist. Robert looked down at Gerard and ran his fingers lightly through Gerard’s hair. Gerard looked up into Robert’s eyes.
“Gee, are you sure you’re alright with this?”
Gerard could read the concern in Robert’s eyes.
"Bert, there is no one I want to give myself to other than you. I hate the fact that another man is allowed to touch me at all.”
Robert both smiled and frowned, if it was possible, at the revelation.
“I too wish the circumstances were different Gee.”
Gerard continued to look into Robert’s eyes and Robert felt himself stir below. Gerard being in close proximity felt this too and quickly turned his gaze away his face flushing with embarrassment and excitement. Robert placed two fingers under Gerard’s chin and gently lifted it back up. Gerard turned his gaze back to Robert’s face and Robert bent down and lightly brushed his lips against Gerard’s. The kiss was brief, but it was enough to elicit a soft sigh from Gerard’s throat. Robert took that as a good sign and deepened the next kiss further. Lips pressed together the momentum allowed Robert to push Gerard onto his back. Gerard sighed again and when thie kiss broke he favored Robert with a smile. Robert gave Gerard room to move himself onto the pillow. He lay down next to Gerard and they resumed the kiss. Breaking away again Robert looked for permission in Gerard’s eyes to remove the sash on the gown. Once he received it, he carefully opened the sash and let the material fall open. This was the first time that Robert had seen Gerard without a shirt on and he wanted to savor the moment. Gerard blushed and turned his eyes away from the intensity of Robert’s gaze.
“Please do not stare at me like that Bert.”
“But Gee, you are so beautiful, like a work of art that I cannot turn my eyes away.”
Gerard smiled at this and beckoned Robert down for another kiss.
They made love slowly under the sheets. Gerard had removed his pants within the confines of them as did Robert. The oil was used liberally inside Gerard as well as on Robert. The pace was slow and loving with Robert’s arms circled around Gerard’s waist the whole time. His eyes never left Gerard’s face. Gerard kept his eyes closed the whole time and concentrated on moving his body to the rhythm matching his fiancé’s. When Robert came he allowed Gerard’s name to escape on a whisper. He then pulled out and rolled over onto his pillow. He reached for Gerard’s hand and fell asleep with the words 'I love you' on his lips. The contentment was evident on Robert’s face.
***Gerard***
Gerard lay there awake long after Robert had fallen asleep. He was unsure of how to feel. He had lost his virginity to the man he loved and yet he still felt unfulfilled. He quietly removed himself from Robert’s bed and put his dressing gown back on. He gathered his pants and carefully opened and closed the door of the bedroom. He made his way back to his room and sat down on his bed. He could still feel himself half hard from the past activity. He lay down on the bed and pulled out his own bottle of oil. He carefully poured just enough on his hand and set about to the task of bringing himself to completion. As he ran his palm over his member he tried to bring back the memory of what he had experienced with Robert. Unfortunately, because he had his eyes close; Gerard could only go by what he felt. He remembered Robert’s hands circled around him protectively and his careful thrusts making sure that the pain was minimal for Gerard. As he quickened his pace his memory became blurred and instead of he and Robert the image was replaced with Jamia and Frank. At least it started out with Jamia, but her body was quickly replaced with his own. Gerard took in a quick breath as he saw himself on his hands and knees as Frank trusted inside of him with no regard at all. He remembered the way Frank’s head was thrown back and expletives dripped from his mouth into Gerard’s ears. He continued to fist himself squeezing harder almost strangling his cock and biting back a shameless moan as he recalled the belt wrapped around the wrists of Frank’s captive, who was now completely Gerard as far as his mind was concerned. The final straw for Gerard was Frank pulling out and cumming all over his back. With that Gerard could no longer stifle himself and he came hard and breathless all over his hand and stomach. He lay still for a moment trying to temper his breathing. Guilt welled up inside of him as he realized what he had just done. He went to the wash basin and cleaned himself off quickly. He replaced his pajama pants and lay back down. Tears filled his eyes and he cried himself to sleep with Robert’s name on his lips and heart and Frank’s visage in his mind. Neither he nor Robert made it back to dinner that night.