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Gerard got into his car, slamming the door and starting it up. Today had been a particularly interesting day, breaking through the usual monotonous routine and arousing his interest. The new kid, what was his name? Frank? Gerard smiled as he remembered the boy's reaction to his teasing. As he thought back, his ringing cell phone startled him from his reverie.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Gee," came his friend, Bob Bryar's voice from the other line.

"Hey what's up man?"

"Not much. Did you get a load of the new kid?"

Gerard smiled mischieviously into the phone. "Oh yeah, I got a load of him all right..."

Bob could tell there was a story behind his friend's statement; a plan. "What have you got in mind for him?" he asked conspiratorily.

"Let's just say that this will be a very interesting conquest," Gerard told him.

Gerard had his own way of welcoming new students to their school, and they were never the same after he got through with them. The last newbie, Matt Pelissier, had come to the school somewhat like Frank, but less intriguing. Gerard had met the boy and had his way with him within his first few days at the school. That was in Gerard's junior year, and after he had dropped Matt like a line, he was crushed. The last Gerard had heard (not that he really cared), was that he had transferred to some Catholic School. He smiled just remembering the look on the boy's face when he first realized that he had been used.

"Sounds interesting...Let me know how that goes," Bob said, pulling Gerard back from his memories.

"I most definitely will. Bye, man," he said, hanging up. By this time, he was almost home. He was secretly really happy that it was Friday, because on Friday nights he and his little brother, Mikey, always stayed in and watched old slasher movies together. It was a blast. As much as the tough, untouchable Gerard way hated to admit it, he knew he had a soft spot for his kid brother. Not that anyone else would ever get it out of him
He pulled into his driveway and cut the engine. He always wondered why Mikey chose to take the bus instead of get a ride with Gerard. Probably because he liked the time to himself to think. Mikey was a real thinking kid, not loud and boistrous like the other kids his age. He liked quiet, an environment that allowed for thought. Gerard shook his head and went into his house, knowing that Mikey was already home because he could hear the music blaring from his speakers in his room.

He walked into the kitchen, kicking off his shoes and dropping his bookbag on the floor. He saw two $20 bills sitting on the table and a note from his mom, letting the two brothers know that she and their father were at a party, that they wouldn't be home until late, and to order a pizza for their dinner. This was nothing new.

Since entering middle school, it had pretty much been the two brothers on their own, and Gerard had practically raised Mikey on his own from then on. Notes around the house was the only line of communication between parents and children.

Gerard walked up the stairs, still reading the note, and looking it over to see if he had missed anything.

"Hey Mike," he said, walking into the younger boy's room. "Mom left some money, you wanna order a pizza or--" he stopped short upon seeing that they were not alone. They had company. He fixed his gaze to meet none other than Frank Iero's for a moment.

Mikey jumped up, sensing trouble. He cleared his throat loudly. "Uhh...Frank, this is my brother, Gerard. Gee, this is--"

"We've met," Gerard said, never breaking eye contact with the new boy. He finally tore his gaze away and looked at his little brother. "Anyway, Mom and Dad aren't gonna be home until late, and they left money for pizza. I was thinking we'd order and then watch some movies while we ate. What do you say?"

"Well...uhh--Frank's sleeping over, and--"

"Well, I'm sure our guest won't mind keeping in tradition. Unless he has something better in mind?" Gerard returned his attention to Frank, knowing full well that the weaker boy would quell under his gaze.

"Erm...yeah. No, that's fine. Doesn't matter to me," Frank bowed his head and mumbled.

"Fantastic. Well," Gerard said, turning back to his brother. "I'm gonna go order. When it gets here, I'll call you down to put in the movie. Okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Mikey said. When his brother left, Mikey turned to Frank. "Sorry, he's never really nice to my friends," he explained.

"It's fine," Frank said, even though on the inside, his heart was racing, his blood was boiling and all he could think about was the smoldering look Gerard had given him before walking out.

Not long after, Gerard was calling up to Mikey to come down and start the movie going. The one that had been chosen was called 'Sorority House Blood-Bath III' and seemed like it would be heavy on the blood and gore. Frank and Mikey went into the living room and Frank took a seat on the couch while waiting for it to start. Gerard walked in holding a box of pizza and sat down next to Frank. When he got the DVD playing, Mikey sat on the floor, his back to them.

Frank was already feeling antsy as he nibbled on his pizza, wondering what Gerard would do if he moved to the other couch. He swallowed and decided to tough it out. He wouldn't try anything with Mikey in the room...would he?

About a half-hour into the movie, Frank noticed that Gerard had made his way from the other end of the couch to sitting side-by-side with him, their legs touching.

Gerard smiled to himself as he caught a glimpse of the worried look on Frank's face out of the corner of his eye. He slowly moved his hand onto Frank's leg, and felt him flinch at his touch. Malevolence shining in his eyes, he began to stroke his thumb over a rip in the jeans, sliding over the smooth skin on the younger boy's leg.

Frank felt a shiver run up and down his spine, and inhaled sharply. Gerard's touch was electric, powerful, hot, on fire. His groin itched just thinking about what had happened in class earlier that day. He blinked hard, trying to refocus his thoughts to the movie, but concentrating on anything but Gerard's fingers on his skin was impossible.

The area Gerard covered with his hand broadened, until his fingers were sliding over every inch of Frank's leg, causing a supressed shudder every time he touched skin. As his palm slid closer and closer to that one spot, Frank's breath caught in his throat. After a moment of being frozen with anticipation, Frank found his willpower and placed his hand on Gerard's wrist, pushing it off of him. Gerard swiftly grabbed hold of Frank's fingers and held them tight.

He leaned in slowly, closer and closer, silent as death, and slid his face in right next to the younger boy's ear. For a moment, he just stayed there, making his breathing ragged and uneven, his breath hot on Frank's jaw and ear. Fingers of electricity shot up Frank's spine and he gulped thickly. He bit his lip, trying with all his might to just concentrate on the movie and not let Gerard get to him. This was an impossible task.

Finally, after much teasing and torture, just as the movie was about to end, Gerard swiftly ran his tongue lightly over Frank's jaw and pulled away, returning to the other side of the couch.

Mikey turned around. "What did you guys think?" he asked, totally oblivious to what had been going on behind him.

"Well..." Gerard said measuredly. "It got my heart pumping, wouldn't you say so, Frank?" he asked innocently.

"Yeah, I'd say that," he mumbled.

"Let's watch another!" Mikey said, getting into the mood for blood, guts, and gore. Frank groaned to himself and Gerard smirked wickedly.

And so it began again.


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