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Frank woke up, slightly disoriented and feeling a headache pounding in his temples. He sat up in bed, not knowing where he was for a second, then the memories started trickling back into his mind. Gerard...and a lot of darkness...the park last night. Cops, holding cell, his mom...oh God. A fresh wave of guilt swept his body. He kept thinking. That one cop brought him here...and he had been sick. Probably from the drugs and alcohol. He shook his head slightly, semi-hoping that he had dreamed up a cell-mate. He looked around, only to see the sheets on the top bunk messed up, and realize that no matter how hammered he had been last night, if he'd have been alone, he would have chosen top bunk.

He arched his back and climbed out of bed, wondering what he was supposed to do now. A folded pale green jumpsuit sat folded neatly on a chair, and Frank assumed he was supposed to change into that. He sighed. And so began the first day of Hell in a cement building...

Gerard drove frantically, jittery, his knee shaking with nerves. He sped down the highway, gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white as ash. Shit, shit, shit, shit. This night had gone entirely wrong and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was completely fucked. Why had he not foreseen this in his plan?

It should have been simple. Get Frank to go to the park, get him drunk and high, fuck him, he'd be wracked with guilt for days or even weeks. Eventually, he'd confess what he'd done to Mikey, who would, of course, never speak to the queer again. Leaving Frank alone, and helpless. Foolproof, right?

Apparently not. Why hadn't he known that the cops always staked that place out for stoners on weekends?

Gerard took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. What did he care? Here's to hoping that that faggot was locked up and never saw his baby brother again.

Guilt sat in the back of Gerard's mind as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar. Booze it up, tonight, Gee, he thought to himself. You're gonna need it to sleep tonight.

When Frank was changed into his prison attire he walked out of the cell to see that Gabe was walking towards him down the hallway.

"Well, well!" he said cheerily. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty! I see you've decided to grace us with your presence,"

"What time is it?" Frank murmured, rubbing sleep out of his eye and yawning.

"Well, princess," Gabe answered. "It's about eleven thirty. You missed breakfast by about three hours, but I figured I'd let you sleep in your first day here, to adjust and all. But, you are up just in time for lunch. Come, walk with me." Gabe continued down the hall, not looking back to see whether or not Frank was following. After a moment's hesitation, he did just that.

"So..." the new boy said, catching up. "What do we do here?"

"Well," Gabe said, seeming to think about his answer. "We sleep...then we eat, then we go out into the yard for 'interaction', then we shower, then we eat some more, then we do more interacting in the rec room, then we sleep. And then we start that process again the next day." he nodded.

Frank groaned. He wasn't sure he'd be able to do this for a whole month. Hell, he didn't even know if he could do it for a week. Maybe I'll just try to get through today first, he thought to himself.

Gabe led him into the cafeteria, a large dining hall with a few dozen tables scattered around. Hundreds of boys milled around, talking, laughing, yelling, fighting. It was school, just without the...well, school.

They sat down together at a table, eating...something. A gray mush-matter that just sat in one big, sticky ball on their trays. Frank pushed his away.

"Oh," Gabe said, off-handedly. "That's not the worst thing you'll have to get used to. That stiff cop was right last night, watch out or someone'll dress you in heels and a ball gown and make you do pushups in front of everyone or some shit like that. We have creative minds at the Boys' Correctional Facilities." he nodded, eating his slop and swallowing without chewing.

Frank nodded, standing up. "I think I'll go for a walk outside."

"You want me to go with?" Gabe offered, knowing that it wouldn't take much for someone to make this boy his bitch, just judging by the eyeliner smudged under his eyes.

"Nah...I kinda want to be alone. I'll see you later...thanks," he added, walking out with his hands in his pockets. He sighed as he entered the barren yard. A few other boys were milling around, doing who-cares-what. Frank found a secluded little corner set off from everyone else and their prying eyes, and sat. He leaned his head back against the brick wall and sighed again, thinking.

Mikey would never speak to him again, that much was certain. Gerard would most definitely tell him what had happened, make it seem like he was a victim. Fucking Gerard...Fuck. Why hadn't Frank seen it from the beginning what he was? Frank closed his eyes and shook his head, so frustrated at himself for thinking that he had seen amicability in that fake fuck.

"Headbanging, huh?" Frank opened his eyes and looked at a boy standing in front of him. Somewhat short, with dark hair and mildly good-looking. "Haven't seen you around here," the boy continued in a velvetty smooth voice, and a look that Frank couldn't quite place. "What's your name, kid?"

"Uhh...I'm--I'm Frank..." he stuttered, feeling cautious of this boy. Something about him was...foreboding. "I uhh...I have to go...I--"

The boy reached out and slid one finger down Frank's cheek, making him shudder. "Shh..." he said, a dart of poison glinting in his voice, his eyes glittering with malice. "Just go with it," he murmured. Frank noticed him unzipping his pants, but sat transfixed, and couldn't move. His muscles were frozen and he bit his lip. "Get over here and get on your knees, bitch," he said harshly, but evenly, seductively. Frank gulped, not sure that his body would let him move. "Now," the boy urged, jumpstarting Frank's senses.

He slowly moved closer to the kid, shaking. His cock was out of his pants now, and jutting out towards Frank's face. He was really wishing that he hadn't sat out of sight of everyone else. Wincing, he took the boy's member in his mouth, salty on his tongue. As he bobbed his head back and forth, trying to make it as quick as possible, he noticed a tattoo right above the boy's groin, a very odd one. It seemed to be...a bat-type thing, with a heart inside it, and a tiny skull inside the heart. Frank gagged as the boy began to jab his dick in and out of his mouth with a little more force.

"Ohh..." the boy moaned, quickening his pace even more. He ran his hands through Frank's hair, tugging at it and entwining it with his fingers. As he began to shudder, Frank tried to pull away, but the boy held his head fast and shot a load into his mouth and down his throat. When his orgasm began to ebb away, he slowly pulled off and grabbed Frank buy the shoulders, helping him to his feet. Frank spat and wiped his mouth, his knees knocking together as he wondered what new punishment this boy would unleash on him

The boy just zipped up his pants and patted Frank on the shoulder. "Thanks, kid," he said, and walked away, leaving Frank standing there, staring after him, wondering what had actually just happened, wondering if he should tell someone.

In the end, he just walked back to his cell and collapsed on the bed, feeling disgusting, a sour taste in his mouth. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, tried to forget.

"Iero," someone barked from outside. Frank groaned and got up, opening the door to the cell.

"Yeah?" he answered, wondering how he had gotten in trouble already.

"Visitor," the man replied gruffly.

"Really?" Frank asked, wondering who it could be. "Who?"

"How the hell would I know," the man responded, walking out. Frank shrugged and followed him, hoping it was his mom there with something in the way of food, since he had skipped the "delicious-looking" slop being served in the cafeteria.

The guard led him to a line of booths with chairs and phones, and windows to see to the other side. He sat down in his seat and looked at his visitor. He gasped.

"Mikey!"



Oh, goodness...smut smut smut, eh? I'm sorry, maybe you were offended by that? Oh well, my other sex chapter was worse, so whatever. As many of you noticed, I broke my own little rule that I set for this story and brought in the Decaydance fellas...Sorry, I was really trying not to, but I couldn't help it...The temptation was so great! So yeah, there's that...And bee-tee-dubs, just in case you were wondering about a somewhat short chapter, it's beccause I already have the whole next chapter planned out, and there's really no way to break it up and seperate it, so the next chapter is going to be long. Hopefully not as long as my author's notes, which I have a habit of just making longer and longer...Well, I guess that means I'm OverAndOutxx