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Frank wandered through the house with his teeth clamped over his lower lip, his eyes glancing about as he tried to think of something to do.

Gerard had been real busy for three days now and Frank hadn’t seen much of him... not since the day they had sat in the garden and then gone to bed together. The problem with having free reign round the house was that it gave him the illusion that he’d have lots to do, but actually he was feeling more bored than ever. He had explored every room and even considered trying to pick the lock to get into Gerard’s before deciding it was probably best to leave it. The little time he had spent with Gerard over the past few days had been worryingly pleasant and Frank still felt in a daze.

The older man seemed to be more tense than usual but Frank gathered he was probably just having trouble ‘at work’. He and Mikey certainly didn’t look as if they were getting along, not that Frank often saw them together. Only really at meal times but then he was usually too preoccupied with his food to pay much attention to the Way brothers.

Either way, the men had been out of the house most days and Frank had been left mostly to his own devices. He had sat in the living room and gazed out the window longingly a lot, and thought about the garden and the many different places he could explore there. He longed to go outside, but Gerard had made it quite clear he could only go in the garden if he asked first. But how could he ask if Gerard was never here?

Too late Frank wished that he had asked Gerard over dinner the night before if he could go into the garden today. He had just been so into the delicious pasta they’d been served that all he could think about was how hungry he had been and what they were going to have for dessert....

“Hm.” Frank wandered into the kitchen with a small frown, gazing around as he chewed on his lower lip. He was being so well behaved recently, he was even wearing his collar even though Gerard wasn’t around and he could get away with taking it off for a little while. Surely Gerard wouldn’t mind if he went into the garden just for a little while... and who was to say the older man would have to know anyone? If the chef or the gardener told him then Frank could just explain that he had meant to ask but forgotten, and hell, if he needed to he’d make it up to the older man. He was pretty sure now that he could use seduction to get away with things.

With this decided Frank figured he may as well risk it and started to make his way across the kitchen towards the French doors that led outside. The chef was in his usual spot by the stove but he paid no attention to Frank as he started to slide the doors open. Frank always felt invisible around the other house staff; he guessed Gerard probably instructed them not to pay him any mind.

Ignored entirely by the chef, Frank slid out of the French doors and into the warm garden, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulled the door shut again and started to walk across the grass. His feet were bare and it felt indescribably good to have the soft grass pressing against the soles again.

Frank slowed his pace right down so that he could gaze around properly, taking in every beautiful flower and allowing their sweet scent to wash through his senses as he padded across the grass. He could hear the faint trickle of the pond nearby and knew that he wanted to go there first and dip his feet in like before. He was sure Gerard wouldn’t mind, hell, maybe the older man could join him when he got home. It might even cheer him up.

Frank grinned as he started going in the direction he knew the pond was in, but he didn’t get far before a soft female voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Should you be out here?”

Frank jumped in surprise at the sound of the voice and quickly turned with a guilty expression on his face to see the gardener gazing back at him. She was wearing a pair of gardener’s gloves and had a small pair of shears in her hands, her eyes wide as she stared at Frank. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail and for a second Frank just couldn’t find his tongue.

“Aren’t you Mr. Way’s new boy?” She asked softly, taking a step closer when Frank just continued to look dumbfounded. “What’s your name?” She asked gently, Frank blushing at how she talked to him as if she was unsure as to whether he was mentally damaged or not.

“I – I – My – M – My name is Frank.” He finally managed to stutter out, his cheeks blazing as the young woman flashed a pretty smile at him and leant her weight onto one hip.

“Frank huh?” She smiled, gazing at him thoughtfully for a moment before putting down her shears and sliding off one glove so that she could hold her hand out towards him. “Well, my names Jamia. It’s nice to meet you.” She grinned, her eyes sparkling playfully as Frank shyly reached out so that they could shake hands.

“You too.” He breathed, his heart pounding. He had spent so much time in captivity he had never really talked properly to a woman before, and never one as beautiful as Jamia. He wasn’t sure what to do... what to feel. He had thought about girls plenty of times but he had always brushed those thoughts aside as something just not worth getting into. But in that moment he couldn’t take his eyes away from the gardener as he pulled off the remaining glove and smiled at him.

“Did Mr. Way say you could come out here?” She asked softly, Frank suddenly feeling extremely self conscious over the collar around his neck and a wave of shame washed over him. He wished he had taken it off before coming outside, Jamia probably thought he was disgusting, being owned by another man.

“I... Yeah. He said I should come enjoy the sun whilst he’s out.” Frank wasn’t so sure why he lied, the words just slipped from his mouth before he could think about them, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret them when Jamia grinned widely at him.

“Oh really?” She beamed, stretching her arms up. “Mmph... well I think I’m due a break, if you wanted some company.” She offered softly, Frank nodding eagerly as he grinned at her.

“Sure! I was just gonna sit by the pond, if you wanted to come with me.” He smiled shyly, Jamia nodding and giggling as Frank started to excitedly lead the way through the rows of flower beds. The young woman had worked for Gerard for a few years and was vaguely aware of who he was and what he did. She had seen a few of the other men who worked with him bring pets to the house, but she had never really talked to any of them and she was curious to learn more about the handsome man beside her.

Frank kept quiet as he led the way to the koi pond, finding it easily and smiling when it came into view. The sun was sparkling on the smooth surface of the water and he ached to dip his feet in. He really did love the pond, this whole secluded corner of the garden was beautiful and he knew he could happily spend all day just sat there.

Jamia sat down beside Frank when he lowered himself to sit on the edge of the pond, rolling up his jeans so that he could rest his legs in the water like he had with Gerard. Jamia didn’t copy him but instead neatly folded her legs beneath herself, watching Frank with a smile.

“Are you sure it’s okay to do that?” She asked softly, nodding at Frank legs swishing in the water, the fish weaving in and out of his legs. Frank followed her gaze and shrugged before nodding.

“I think so. I did it before when Gerard was here.” He said calmly, Jamia nodding uncertainly. She had never witnessed it but she heard Mr Way could have quite the temper. But if Frank was his pet then she was sure he’d know more about him than she did.

“So Frank... Erm... What brought you here?” She asked conversationally after a long moment of comfortable silence. Frank glanced at her and flashed a grin so cute it took her breath away for a moment and she tucked a lock of her hair that fallen from her ponytail behind her ear.

“Oh, well I was bored and it was such a nice day I figured I’d just –”

“No not here,” Jamia giggled, angling her body more so that she could face Frank properly. “I mean to the house... Like, what made you become Gerard’s... erm...” Jamia hesitated, not sure if Frank would be okay with her calling him a pet. She wasn’t really sure on the etiquette of such things, but Frank was quick to speak up.

“Oh. That...” He sighed, his voice falling serious and a little cold as he ran a hand through his hair. “He won me in a bet.” He shrugged, saying it as if it was something that happened everyday but Jamia couldn’t stop herself from staring at him like he was crazy.

“He... He won you in a bet?” She repeated, her voice going a little high pitched in her surprise. “Are you serious!?”

“Yeah...” Frank looked at the young woman with raised eyebrows, not sure she was she was so shocked. Frank had spent so long being a pet, things like being won in a bet just seemed normal to him. He bit his lip when he realised to someone like Jamia things like that just didn’t happen and he smiled comfortingly, reaching out a hand to touch hers. “It was kinda cool actually; he’s really good at poker...” He offered, trying to lighten the situation.

“Poker...”Jamia repeated as if in a daze, a crazed giggle slipping from her lips before she shook her head and gently squeezed Frank’s hand. “So you’re here against your will?” She clarified, Frank blushing at that and drawing his hand away.

“I... I guess. Kinda. I mean... Well, he won me fair and square so...” Frank shrugged, trailing off as he turned his eyes back on the fish pond. He wasn’t sure what he was allowed to tell this woman, how much she was allowed to know. She seemed nice enough, and she was very beautiful... Frank didn’t want to push her away but he wasn’t the best at opening up.

Sensing that she was making the small man uncomfortable Jamia quickly tried to move the conversation away from his possible captivity. She had been told many times by both Way brothers that her business with them was entirely in the garden and that if she dared try poking her nose where it didn’t belong she’d live to regret it. She guessed it was probably safe to assume that grilling Frank on how he’d come to be here wasn’t something she was allowed to do.

“So... Erm... How old are you?” She asked softly, trying to pick a safe question but Frank simply shrugged and mumbled ‘twenty’ back at her. Pouting Jamia frowned at him for a second before trying again. “Yeah? I’m nineteen. I’m actually a student, but I work here for a little extra cash to help fund my college fees.” She smiled softly, her grin spreading when Frank finally looked at her with interest.

“College?” He smiled, turning more to face her. “What’s that like?” He asked curiously, remembering what school used to be like before he was kidnapped. He didn’t think he’d ever been interested in going to college then but now he’d give anything to be able to finish his education and actually learn stuff. He felt painfully naive thanks to his years in captivity.

Jamia grinned and turned fully to face Frank, taking one of his hands in both of hers and tracing the lines of his knuckles tattoo as she started to talk all about her time at college, Frank taking a great interest in all she had to say and soon the two were in deep conversation.

>X<

Gerard was furious as he paced back and forth, Mikey watching him with a smug smirk on his face. The time had finally come to chase up Piggy for the money he owed and once again the fat man was tied to a chair, snivelling as he begged for a second chance. Usually Gerard was good at keeping his temper in check, but after having Mikey, Ray and Bob all gang up on him and accuse him of going soft because of Frank he hadn’t been in the best of moods. In fact, the slightest thing could have made him snap and Piggy had been the one to unleash the anger building inside him.

“But that’s the thing, isn’t it Piggy? It won’t be your second chance; it will be your fucking hundredth! I swear I think you’re taking me for an idiot.” He shouted, storming across the floor of the abandoned warehouse and slamming his hands down onto the arms of the chair so that his face was inches away from Piggy’s. “Is that what you’re doing Piggy? Taking me for an idiot?” He demanded, Piggy sobbing harshly as he shook his head.

“N – No sir, no I s – swear I’m not. I t – tried to get the money, I s – swear I did but I just couldn’t. P – Please sir, j – just one more chance.” He begged, his crying making Gerard wrinkle his nose up in disgust and push away from him. He detested ugly people, and he detested ugly people crying even more.

“One more chance, one more chance – it’s always one more chance with you.” He snapped, resting his hands on his hips as he sauntered across the warehouse floor, his brow furrowed in a deep scowl. “Don’t you remember what I told you last time we were here?” He demanded, spinning to face Piggy who by now was just staring at his feet, tears and snot dribbling down his face.

“Y – You said it was my l – last chance but I –”

“NO!” Gerard shouted, clenching his fists. “I don’t want any buts! I don’t want any begs for second chances – you get me the damn money right now or I swear to God Piggy I will kill you and your family.” He snarled, striding back towards the fat man and drawing his knife from his belt. “You hear me!?”

“But I d – don’t have it!” Piggy shouted through his tears, sobbing so hard he was almost choking himself. “I just need one more month!”

“Are we going to be here much longer?” Mikey interrupted from his place leaning against the wall. He was casually examining his nails, his face still smug and making Gerard feel his anger ripple up his spine. His younger brother had been digging into him about Frank for the past three days and it was really grating on him, it seemed that Mikey was starting to grow too big for his boots.

“Excuse me?” Gerard breathed, turning tensely to stare at Mikey who looked up with mischievous eyes.

“It’s just that we already know what’s going to happen, you’ll take another finger and then you’ll let him go just to do this whole thing again next month. I’m bored of it.” He yawned, Piggy looking between the two brothers with fearful eyes as Gerard clenched his jaw.

“Really?” He purred darkly, his grip on his knife tightening. “I had no idea I was such a bore to you brother.” He spat, Mikey looking at him through his eyelashes with a soft smirk.

“I’m right though aren’t I?” He half chuckled, Gerard glaring at him. “You are just going to give him another chance.”

Piggy looked hopeful at that, daring to glance at Gerard for the older man to confirm it but Mikey knew what he was doing and he grinned as Gerard snarled and stormed over to Piggy, walking behind his chair and yanking it backwards so it swung up onto two legs. Piggy squeaked in horror but Gerard didn’t say so much as a word before he pressed the knife hard against the fat man’s throat and slashed it across in one quick, fluid motion.

Mikey’s smirk widened as blood gushed over Gerard’s hands and Piggy’s body, the fat man giving a terrible choking, gurgling sound before Gerard let the chair fall back forward onto all four legs and Piggy’s head swung forward until his chin rested on his chest. Blood continued to pour freely from the wound, pattering against the stone floor as Gerard threw his knife down and strode round to face Mikey.

“Happy now?” He demanded, the growing puddle of blood spreading and coating his shoes but Gerard barely even noticed. “Or are you going to continue questioning my methods?” He snarled, Mikey shrugging and glancing at the dead body of Piggy.

“Well... I would have liked it if you’d have drawn it out more.” He shrugged innocently, Gerard scoffing and throwing his hands into the air in exasperation, blood spraying everywhere before he moodily wiped his hands against his white shirt, storming past Bob and Ray who had watched the whole affair with carefully hidden expressions.

“Dispose of the body,” Gerard barked at them, Ray giving a short nod. “And the knife, make sure there are no DNA traces, you know the drill.” Gerard continued, Bob nodding this time. “And then when you’ve done that go to his house and kill his wife and daughters too, then dispose of them.” He ordered, Ray and Bob nodding silently and Gerard started towards the warehouse door.

“Don’t forget to take any possessions they have that we can sell, see how much of his debt he could have repaid after all.” He reminded the two men with a cruel sneer before he strode out of the warehouse, the sound of a car door slamming echoing shortly after.

Ray and Bob glanced at each other and then at Mikey, the youngest Way grinning at them as he sauntered towards the door.

“Well, you heard the man. See you boys later.” He chuckled, squeezing Ray’s shoulder on his way out. He had to admit he was feeling thrilled with the day’s work, Gerard had finally fallen back into his old self for a moment and it had been quite spectacular. If the only way to make that happen was to annoy him then Mikey would continue to do so.

>X<

Frank smiled as he lounged on the grass with Jamia, laughing at something she said and feeling happier than he had in months. The two had left the pond after an hour or so and had moved to lie on the grass, just soaking in the sun and talking brightly about all kinds of things. Frank was relieved that Jamia didn’t try to ask anything about him or his past, she seemed quite happy to just answer his questions about herself and Frank was enjoying listening to her.

It felt like they had only been spending time together for a little while, but in fact it had been hours and Frank was blissfully unaware that Gerard was making his way home, in one of the worst moods he’d ever been in.

Jamia smiled as she rolled onto her side and gazed at Frank, the older man’s eyes closed as he let the sun warm his face. She let her eyes roam down to look at his collar and sighed quietly, wondering whether the happy front he put on was all fake. She couldn’t imagine ever being happy belonging to someone, and after hearing that Frank had been won like some kind of prize made her think that maybe he wasn’t happy.

“Frankie...” She mewled softly, smiling when Frank rolled over to face her. “Do you... like it here?” She asked softly, Frank raising his eyebrows as he tried to figure out what she meant exactly.

“Like... with you?” He asked uncertainly, Jamia blushing.

“No I mean... Here. At the house.” She clarified, it now Frank’s turn to blush and he lowered his gaze away from hers, shrugging as he picked at some grass. Honestly he wasn’t sure. His instinct was to say no, but then really some moments hadn’t been bad at all. Not that he wanted to stay, it was still his main goal to escape.

“Well I... I like it here with you.” He offered softly, looking back at Jamia with a soft smile that grew as she beamed back at him.

“Yeah?” She giggled, leaning in closer to him. “I really like it here with you too.” She whispered, Frank shuffling closer to her so he could hear her properly and his heart fluttered.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, losing himself in her pretty eyes as she gazed at him. “Well... Maybe we could hang out more then?” He asked softly, his heart hammering in fear of rejection. He had never done anything like this before, never really talked to a girl and the scent of Jamia’s perfume was making his head spin. It was so delicious, her face was so beautiful... He just wanted to kiss her.

“Definitely.” Jamia agreed, leaning in close to Frank and smiling as she gently laid a hand on his hip. She really liked him, he was incredibly handsome and had such cute eyes. And he was the only boy she’d met who was so eager to hear what she had to say. “I’d really... really like that.” She purred, leaning so close that their lips were almost touching, praying Frank would take the hint.

Frank felt a little bewildered at how close Jamia suddenly was, his senses assaulted by everything about her. He knew he should get up and walk away, but he just couldn’t. He had never kissed a girl before and he really... really wanted to try. He smiled softly as Jamia gazed at him, her eyes almost pleading and Frank sighed as he gently leant forward and shyly touched his lips to hers.

The kiss was only small, barely there and it could have been just friendly, but Jamia responded more eagerly than Frank anticipated and she promptly threw her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies tight together as she parted her lips against his.

Frank gasped softly and instinctively wrapped his arms around Jamia’s waist, tasting the sticky sweetness of lip gloss and feeling the strange sensation of breasts pressed up against his chest. He was slightly bewildered and not really sure how to respond, his lips working against the gardeners just out of instinct.

“Oh Frankie...” Jamia mewled, pressing ever closer to the stunned man, her tongue nudging against his lower lip but before Frank could do anything a hand tore them apart, Frank getting yanked to his feet by the hair.

“A – AGH!” He gasped, not needing to see to know who it was and he recognised Gerard’s voice as he snarled low in his throat.

“What the hell is going on here?” He demanded angrily, Frank whimpering as he clutched at Gerard’s hand, trying to wrench it from his hair but as usual he was no match for the older man. Jamia stared at Gerard with wide, terrified eyes, doing nothing for a moment before she released a soul ripping scream.

Frank winced at the sound, unsure as to why she was over reacting so much and he growled as he tried to wrestle free of Gerard’s grip, Jamia’s screaming bringing Mikey out into the garden.

“What the fuck is going on?” He demanded, looking between the blood coated Gerard and the terrified gardener who was trying to scramble to her feet. Sensing she was going to make a run for it Mikey seized her by the upper arms and dragged her to his chest, holding her tight as she screamed and kicked. He looked instantly to Gerard for instruction, the older man clearly furious.

“I just found them kissing.” Gerard spat, his eyes boring holes into Jamia and Mikey couldn’t help but gasp in shock. “Take her into the garage. I’ll be there in a minute.” Gerard continued, his hand not gripping Frank’s hair was shaking and Mikey didn’t dare question him as he nodded.

“Be quick.” He whispered softly before he started to drag Jamia across the garden to the back entrance of the garage, Gerard going in the opposite direction towards the house.

Frank yelled and growled as he was dragged back into the house and through the kitchen to the hallway. He knew where they were headed and he grew more and more panicked as he struggled to get away. Gerard said nothing to him as he yanked him mercilessly through the house and down the basement stairs, Frank stumbling and falling onto his knees but Gerard continued to drag him, not caring when it caused the younger man to get battered all the way down the stairs.

“Sit there and don’t fucking move.” Gerard snarled as he threw Frank forward, Frank yelping as he skidded across the floor and hit the opposite wall. He looked up, mouth open to shout a retort at the older man but he fell silent when he saw for the first time the blood coating Gerard’s shirt and hands, some smudged against his forehead where he had brushed his hair back.

“Wha –”

“I will deal with you after I’m done with her.” Gerard hissed, sending fear rippling through Frank’s heart as he disappeared up the basement stairs, slamming and locking the door behind him, encasing Frank in darkness.

>X<

Gerard stepped into the house with Mikey with a scowl still on his face. He had taken off his bloody shirt and put on a clean one, but he was feeling so furious at Frank still that he had no doubt he was only going to get blood on this one too. Dealing with Jamia hadn’t made him feel any better at all and he was definitely on the war path.

Mikey glanced at his brother as the two men walked down the hallway towards the basement stairs, Gerard cracking his knuckles with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Mikey wanted to believe that Gerard was going to give Frank exactly what he deserved and possibly get rid of him for good, but the younger man wasn’t an idiot and he knew that with those puppy eyes of his Frank would easily manage to cool Gerard down.

“Gee,” Mikey sighed, quickly reaching out to touch Gerard’s wrist so that the older man would look at him. “Let me punish him.”

Gerard almost stumbled he stopped walking so quickly, spinning to look at Mikey with a shocked look on his face. He would have lashed out at the younger man if he wasn’t looking so gently at him, his eyes wide and pleading, an almost innocent look on his face and Gerard frowned suspiciously.

“Why?” He asked coldly, Mikey resting both hands on his shoulders and squeezing gently.

“He’s betrayed you in one of the worst ways a pet can, you’re angry.” He purred soothingly, stroking his fingers through Gerard’s hair. “You won’t be thinking straight, you might do something wrong... Let me punish him, if I do it he’ll regret what he’s done more anyway. He clearly wouldn’t want anyone else touching him other than you, so let’s show him how it feels to be cheated.”

Gerard gazed intently into Mikey’s eyes for a long moment, trying to judge his words and what the best option would be. He was so angry he wanted nothing more than to storm down into the basement and punish Frank himself, but he supposed Mikey was right. He was angry... and he could get consumed by his anger and do something wrong. He didn’t want to hurt Frank too seriously, nothing he did was supposed to jeopardise his life or leave permanent scarring and he knew that the most sensible thing he could do now was trust Mikey to punish Frank effectively and go cool down himself.

“I...” He hesitated a moment, not sure why Mikey would be so kind to him after how irritating he’d been the last few days, but soon he just sighed and slumped into his brothers arms. “Alright... You can do it.” He consented, Mikey grinning and hugging him tight.

“Mm, thanks Gee.” He smiled, kissing Gerard’s cheek and beaming at him. “Why don’t you go take a bath and relax? I’ll make sure Frankie never so much as imagines another person again.” He smirked, Gerard smiling weakly at him and agreeing that a bath was probably a good idea, kissing Mikey’s cheek before he started to make his way upstairs.

Mikey watched him walk away with a dark glint in his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. He couldn’t have asked for a more perfect opportunity to get his claws into Frank. Now was his chance to lay down the law with the unruly pet and make sure that whatever Frank was planning on doing to his brother, the man would know it would not go unpunished. Not whilst Mikey was still around.

>X<

Frank looked up when he heard the basement door open, a shaft of light falling over the floor before disappearing almost instantly as it was closed again. He listened as the person who had entered walked down the stairs, keeping silent as they walked into the centre of the room and switched on the one, naked bulb.

Frank was expecting to see Gerard, but to his surprise it was Mikey standing beneath the light, a dark smirk on his face. For a long moment the two men just gazed at each other, neither saying or doing anything. Mikey’s smirk never faltered and the longer Frank looked at him the more uneasy he felt.

“Is... Is Gerard coming?” He eventually managed to ask, Mikey chuckling quietly as he shook his head, starting to walk towards Frank.

“I’m afraid you’ve really pissed him off Frankie.” He purred, leaning down infront of Frank and hooking his finger through the ring on Frank’s collar. “He’s afraid if he comes down here he’ll kill you, so he’s given me permission to punish you tonight.” He grinned, gazing at Frank for a moment before yanking on the ring suddenly and harshly, forcing Frank up onto his feet so he could drag him across the room.

“W –What!?” Frank gasped, groaning as he was thrown forward, a pair of manacles hanging from the ceiling and he knew that he was going to be restrained. “I won’t let you!” He snapped, bolting to the side when Mikey reached for his wrists and he started to run towards the basement stairs. He already knew that Mikey had locked the door but his body wouldn’t let him stop from going for it anyway. He didn’t want to punished, especially not by Mikey. The younger of the brothers had a cold vibe, and Frank could sense that he was going to be a lot harsher than Gerard ever would.

Mikey sighed and walked slowly after Frank, swaying his skinny hips and smirking at the younger man’s panic. Mikey knew that he was going to enjoy himself and he wasn’t in any rush.

Frank groaned as he reached the top of the stairs and started to rattle the door handle, but it was no use. The door was not only locked but sturdy, there was no way he’d be able to break through it. He considered shouting for help, but who would come? It was already clear that Gerard was so angry even Mikey was a better option than facing him yet.

“Come now Frank, you know as well as I do that you deserve to be punished.” Mikey smirked, sauntering up the stairs towards Frank who had only succeeded in getting himself cornered. “You can’t expect to start kissing someone and for it to not have repercussions.”

“What have you done to Jamia?” Frank suddenly blurted out, the older man’s words jogging his memory and he grew panicky again. Mikey quirked an eyebrow at him and chuckled softly, slowing his pace slightly.

“Nothing that concerns you.” He purred softly, Frank pressing himself against the door as Mikey drew closer. The evil way he grinned at him made him think the worst for Jamia and he clenched his fists as his eyes darted about, desperately seeking a way out.

“Tell me you bastard or I’ll –”

“You’ll what?” Mikey cut in, grinning as he took the final step towards Frank and slammed him hard against the basement door when Frank made an effort to dart past him. He groaned from the force Mikey pushed him, his hands digging into his shoulders as he kept him pinned there, their faces close together. “Come on Frankie, what are you going to do? I’m dying to know.” Mikey grinned, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘dying’ and Frank’s blood ran cold.

“Y – You haven’t, you bastard you haven’t!” He shouted, though he would never put it past either brother. Gerard after all had been covered in blood earlier, for all Frank knew they had already killed someone before they even got home. “You can’t have!” He gasped, a lump in his throat as Mikey laughed at him and started to drag him back down the stairs, Frank’s struggles fruitless.

“Today Frankie you are going to learn exactly who it is you are dealing with.” Mikey purred, dragging Frank back into the centre of the basement and managing to secure his wrists to the manacles with ease. Frank tried his hardest not to let him, but despite his scrawny frame Mikey was stronger than he looked and soon Frank was attached to the manacles in the ceiling.

“Just tell me what you did to Jamia!” He shouted as Mikey moved to stand infront of him, the older man checking the manacles for a moment before he back handed Frank sharply round the face. Frank gasped and almost stumbled, only the chains of the manacles keeping him up, the metal digging into his wrists.

“From now on you are not going to say another word unless I tell you to.” Mikey said casually, not needing to put a demanding tone to his voice for Frank to know that there would be hell to pay if he didn’t listen to him. “Gerard has a lot more patience than I do, especially when it comes to unruly pets.” Mikey laid his hands on his hips and quirked an eyebrow at Frank, smirking slowly as he glared at him. “If I had my way I’d get them put down the moment they put one toe out of line.” He chuckled.

Frank shuddered at his words but kept his teeth clenched, trying not to let on that he was feeling any fear. He was terrified for Jamia’s wellbeing but there was nothing he could do for her now. He didn’t even know why he had kissed her in the first place, it had just happened. He hadn’t intended to go out and do that, he definitely didn’t want to make Gerard angry. The past few days had been almost enjoyable, but now Frank had fallen right back to square one. Gerard would never trust him now...

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Frank whimpered softly as Mikey drew a knife from his belt, casually examining the blade as Frank watched him. “I didn’t mean to kiss her –”

“You didn’t mean to get caught more like.” Mikey purred, testing the sharpness of the blade before he approached Frank, a cruel glint in his eyes. “But after today you’ll never even look at another person again.” He smirked, lunging forward so quickly Frank panicked and let out a blood curdling scream before he realised all Mikey was doing was cutting his shirt open so he could remove it whilst Frank’s arms were upright.

Frank blushed deeply, tears swimming in his eyes as his heart raced erratically in his chest. Mikey said nothing as he shred his shirt to pieces and tore it from his body, leaving his torso naked. He had a cruel smile playing about his lips and Frank struggled to think of something to say that might get him out of this, but he knew that there were no words that could save him now. He could struggle all he liked and all he would do is amuse Mikey further, his only hope was for Gerard to calm down and come rescue him but he already knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“Now, if you say another word to me without my say so then I’m going to cut that tongue right out of your mouth.” Mikey warned, putting his knife back into his belt and smirking at Frank as he looked him up and down. “I think you’d look much prettier with a mouth full of blood anyway.”

Frank kept silent as Mikey sauntered behind him, walking across the basement but Frank was stuck facing one direction thanks to his chains. He didn’t have a smart ass retort, let alone the courage to attempt one so he just kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t sure why he was so wary of Mikey, if it had been Gerard he’d probably have fought back... maybe he was starting to break... or maybe it was because this time he knew he deserved what was coming to him. Despite his fear he couldn’t deny the guilt swirling in his stomach. Everything had been going so well with Gerard and he had gone and ruined it.

“I want you to know that I won’t leave any permanent scarring...” Mikey’s voice was closer than Frank had been expecting and he jumped in surprise, his blood running cold by his words. “Gerard trained me, so you can be sure I’ve been trained by the best.” There was an element of amusement in Mikey’s words that made Frank tense. He bit back the urge to ask what it was Gerard was supposedly a master of, pretty certain the skill he had trained Mikey in would become apparent soon enough... and he wasn’t left waiting.

“AGH!” Frank jolted violently at the first crack of the whip down the length of his back, his muscles rippling as he hissed in pain. Behind him Mikey caught the end of the whip and held still, allowing the pain to really flare across Frank’s back before striking again.

“F – FUCK!” Frank couldn’t stop his second cry of pain when the whip lashed again. He wasnt sure if Mikey hit harder than Gerard or if it was just because he hadn’t been expecting it, but it hurt like hell. He bit hard on his tongue to try and keep silent when the whip came another two times in quick succession, his back flaring with pain.

“You make such nice noises when you’re hurt.” Mikey chuckled, the taller man sliding the whip through his fingers before striking again once, twice, three times, his arm and wrist flicking sharply to send the pleated leather snapping against Frank’s back like a dozen bee stings. Not just anyone could whip like Mikey could, it came with great skill and training and though Gerard had been the one to teach him, Mikey had the better flare. And Frank sure as hell could feel it, his back feeling as though it was on fire though the whip hadn’t even come close to breaking the skin.

Frank bit harder against his tongue as Mikey sent the whip cracking over his back again, every strike like a knife to the skin but Frank was determined not to make a single sound now that he knew how much Mikey liked it. He couldn’t fight back, he had no words that could cut the older man and so his pride forced him to remain silent as his only hope of irritating Mikey.

“What’s up? Don’t wanna give me the satisfaction right?” Mikey smirked, stilling the whip again and gazing over Frank’s back which was now littered with red lines like cherry blossoms under the skin. “Maybe I should step it up a notch then.” He purred, delighting in the way Frank’s entire body visibly tensed.

Frank squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as he braced himself for whatever was going to happen next. He could hear Mikey walking across the basement again but he didn’t dare even imagine what he could be doing, just trying to coax his body into relaxing so that he could get through the whole ordeal without having a panic attack.

He heard Mikey put down the whip and pick up something else, his footsteps approaching again but stopping a good six feet away. Frank clenching his fists and tugged at his restraints, squeezing his eyes tighter shut as he waited. Mikey was silent behind him for a good minute before he struck, Frank unable to hold back the scream that erupted from his throat.

It felt like his back was attacked by a barrage of claws, he was certain that it must have torn right through his skin but the only dampness he could feel were the beads of sweat rolling down from his neck so he knew he wasn’t bleeding. The pain was incredibly intense and Mikey didn’t wait long before striking again, sending Frank’s back into a deep arch as he tried to hold back his second scream that got trapped in his throat.

“This happens to be my favourite whip Frankie.” Mikey purred, grabbing the end of the whip handle to bring all the separate thongs together, stilling them and running them through his fingers. “It’s a cat o’ nine tails, specially made to make it extra long. This little baby could tear the skin right off your bones... if in the wrong hands.” He smirked, gazing proudly at his toy. “I only use it in the specialist of occasions...”

“Th – Then I must be a lucky... lucky boy.” Frank groaned through clenched teeth, his fists clenched so tight his nails were digging into his palms. His back felt like it was on fire but Mikey’s dark chuckle behind him warned him that they were nowhere near finished.

“What did I tell you about speaking?” Mikey purred, waiting for Frank to realise he had just messed up before he sent the whip flying towards him again, nine strips of lethal, braided leather cracking against Frank’s back and shoulders, a few wrapping round the curve of his waist before Mikey drew them back again.

“A – AAGH!” Frank bit down hard on his tongue to try and stop himself from making another noise, his teeth clamping down so hard he tasted blood, a few crimson rivers dripping down his palms from his nails too. Behind Mikey waited until the pain died down some more before he struck again and again, waiting a few seconds before each strike to ensure that Frank felt ever sting.

Frank had been whipped many times in his life and never by anyone as skilled as Mikey and Gerard, but the cat o’ nine was definitely the worst whip to come into contact with his skin. Mikey whipped him for an hour straight, leaving his back blazing red and bruised, his skilled whipping leaving no blood but building the pain so high that by the time he finally stopped Frank felt as if he was going to vomit.

“I’m surprised you haven’t given me anymore smart remarks.” Mikey chuckled as he finally put the whip back into its place, Frank’s whole body trembling as his knees buckled; only the manacles keeping him on his feet. “But don’t think I’m through with you yet.” Mikey added a warning, smirking as he sauntered back over to Frank.

“Do you actually understand how badly you behaved today?” Mikey asked silkily, trailing his fingertips down Frank’s red back and delighting in the hiss it caused. The younger man tensed and shook as pain flared wherever Mikey touched, a few red strips wrapping round his hips and over his navel from where some of the cat o’ tails had struck.

“I - I d – didn’t mean for... for it t – to happen.” He managed to choke out through his clenched teeth, his head spinning sickeningly. Behind him Mikey chuckled, reaching a hand round to slide up his throat, playing with the ring on his collar before enclosing his long fingers around Frank’s neck.

“Even if that’s true it doesn’t change the fact that you did it.” He purred softly into Frank’s ear, tightening his grip a little against Frank’s throat, the younger man squeezing his eyes shut and tugging weakly on his restraints but he was already too exhausted to do anything more. “I think you know that,” Mikey continued, his fingers constricting further. “That’s why you’re letting me punish you.”

Frank opened his mouth as if he was going to retort but all that came out was a strangled gasp for breath, Mikey’s fingers tightening to the point where Frank felt as if he was choking on his own Adam’s apple, but after only a second or two Mikey released him and moved his hands down to his jeans instead.

“You know Frankie, if I had my way you’d be face down in the dirt with a bullet in your head.” He said conversationally, undoing Frank’s button and zipper and yanking his jeans down his legs. Frank stirred properly and started to pay more attention, growling in horror as Mikey tore the denim away and kicked it aside along with Frank’s underwear. “But since Gerard seems to want to keep you around I suppose I’ll just settle with finding out what’s so special about this ass of yours.”

“Touch me and I’ll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch!” Frank suddenly spat, Mikey pausing as he laid a hand on Frank’s hip, his eyebrows raising high as a slow smirk split his features.

“Oh, found your tongue again have you?” He teased, slowly releasing Frank to draw the knife from his belt into view. “What did I tell you I’d do to it if that happened?” He smirked, Frank snarling as he trembled slightly, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

“If you fuck me Gerard will kill you.” Frank tried again, knowing that threatening to hurt the older man himself was pointless whilst he was tied up. Mikey laughed softly behind him at his words, flicking his knife up to Frank’s jaw as quick as a flash and pressing it hard to the soft flesh just beneath his jaw line that led to his neck.

“Oh you think so?” He smirked, moving the knife up so that it was more below Frank’s ear, his other hand coming round to clamp possessively on Frank’s hip. “Gerard gave me permission you stupid dog.” He spat, his words a mixture of amusement and venom and Frank shuddered violently.

“He wouldn’t do that.” He snapped back, though his heart was racing with the horror that maybe Gerard had. Surely after all he knew about Frank’s past owners he wouldn’t allow another person to touch him. Wasn’t he supposed to be making him trust him?

“Come on Frankie, you can’t be that stupid.” Mikey chuckled, teasing the tip of the knife blade against Frank’s skin for a moment before he pulled it back and planted a camp kiss to Frank’s cheek. “You’ll be dead before either me or Gerard even come close, I can assure you of that.” He promised darkly, Frank squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing thickly to stop the tears from building in his eyes.

“I –”

“No!” Mikey suddenly snapped before Frank could say anything, the knife suddenly back, pressing hard against his lips to silence him. “Not one more word from you or I’ll cut out your tongue and wear it as a necklace for the rest of your sorry little life.” He growled, waiting a moment until he was sure Frank had got the message before he put the knife away and shimmied out of his own clothes.

“You need to learn your place dog.” He spat, throwing his clothes aside and stepping up to Frank, pressing his chest to Frank’s back and biting down hard on the nape of his neck, making Frank gasp in pain. “I’m going to make sure you won’t walk for a week after this.”

Frank shook at Mikey’s words but didn’t dare snap back despite how badly he wanted to. He wanted to kick and scream and threaten the older man until he moved back, but the threat of losing his tongue was enough to make him behave himself. Whereas Gerard had some (albeit it slight) restraint, Frank could tell Mikey had none. The younger of the brothers was damn insane and Frank didn’t dare risk anymore back chat. He only hoped he would be lucky enough to pass out.

Frank was left waiting as Mikey spat into his palm and got busy teasing his soft cock into an erection. Just the sight of Frank’s bruising, tattooed back was enough for Mikey to tease his penis to life, his tongue passing over his lips as he imagined fucking the shorter man into oblivion. Despite his hatred for Frank he had to admit the man was attractive, and pets were only good for one thing anyway. Gerard wanted to build up some bullshit relationship, but as far as Mikey was concerned that was a waste. Pets were there to please and Mikey was going to make sure he enjoyed every last second of taking Frank.

“I hope you don’t need any prep Frankie,” He purred as he pressed his thumb against the tiny slit on the head of his dick, hissing at the bolt of pleasure it caused and he dragged the foreskin down further. “Cos’ you sure as hell ain’t getting any.”

Frank had no response for this, it was nothing less than what he expected anyway and he clenched his teeth as Mikey suddenly grabbed his legs and forced them apart. He was taller than Frank by a lot and so he didn’t struggle in lining the head of his erection against Frank’s ass, not caring that the man was clearly tense before he shoved his hips forward, forcing himself inside.

Frank gasped and choked back a scream, his mouth full of blood already from biting his tongue earlier so he moved his teeth to clamp on the inside of his cheek instead. He had a hell of a lot of abuse he wanted to hurl at both brothers and he needed his tongue for that. His cheek though was a different matter and as Mikey started to thrust painfully hard into him he started to chew away whole chunks in an attempt to distract himself from the man tearing into him.

Frank squeezed his eyes shut and tried hard not to let his sobs become obvious as tears poured down his cheeks. He could taste nothing but blood as it washed hot and salty over his tongue, the same crimson substance dripping slowly down the backs of his thighs and acting as a lubricant as Mikey held the globes of his ass apart, watching his blood slickened cock disappearing in and out of Frank as he fucked him.

Frank prayed over and over in his head for God to bless him with unconsciousness, the pain in his ass and his back and his cheek making everything too overwhelming to cope with. Soon he couldn’t hold back his sobs anymore and as Mikey grew more and more excited, thrusting harder and faster, Frank allowed his choking and screaming to be heard.

Outside the basement doorway Gerard was walking to the kitchen, his hair damp from his relaxing bath and his skin now free of all blood. He paused slightly outside the basement as he heard Frank’s tormented shrieks from outside, his body angling towards the door as he concerned going inside and stopping Mikey from doing whatever he was doing. Surely by now Mikey had had enough time to punish Frank effectively.

Gerard sighed and glanced at his watch, another soul ripping scream erupting from the basement making him wince. He stared at the door for a moment, Frank’s muffled sobbing inside making his hand automatically reach for the handle, but then he pictured Frank’s lips working against Jamia’s and he scowled, allowing his hand to fall again before he turned and strode purposefully into the kitchen without a backwards glance.

R&R? xoz