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Gerard looked up when Mikey entered the dining room, a smug glint in his eyes and his hair damp from the shower he had just taken. Gerard, Ray and Bob had already started eating, but the chef was quick to bring out Mikey’s meal for him as he sat down opposite his brother.

“Erm... Should I place the young man’s food in the oven to keep warm?” The chef asked timidly, Mikey shaking his head and dismissing him with a wave of his hand.

“Frank won’t be eating tonight.” He said casually, the chef giving a small nod of his head before he scuttled out of the dining room without another word. The men were all silent as they watched Mikey tuck into his food, trying the potatoes before grabbing the pepper from the centre of the table.

“So...” Gerard started, pushing his potatoes around his plate with his fork, drawing a line in the gravy. “How’d it go?” He kept his voice carefully monotoned; Bob and Ray keeping their heads down as they ate and acted as if they weren’t even listening.

“Mm? It went well. I doubt he’ll be causing you anymore trouble.” Mikey smirked, putting the pepper grinder down after dowsing his dinner in the seasoning before going back to shovelling the food into his mouth. Gerard grimaced slightly and sighed, realising Mikey wasn’t going to elaborate any further.

“I heard him screaming.” Gerard said casually, abandoning his potatoes to cut up his chicken though he didn’t eat any. “Were you very hard on him?”

“You could say that.” Mikey shrugged, seizing his glass of water and taking a gulp. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” He chuckled, digging into his food again. Bob and Ray glanced worriedly over at Gerard but if the older man was angry at Mikey then he made no sign of it.

“As long as it did the job.” He shrugged after a moment of thought, Mikey laughing softly and shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about that.” He smirked, spearing some chicken onto his fork. “At least I didn’t kill him.” He pointed out silkily, Gerard blushing at the accusatory edge to Mikey’s otherwise playful voice. It was true Gerard had been so angry earlier he had seriously considering just getting rid of Frank completely, but now he had calmed down he deeply regretted even thinking such a thing.

“So is he still in the basement?” He asked quietly, Mikey slamming down his cutlery with a roll of his eyes.

“Jesus Gerard, yes he’s still in the basement. What, did you want me to carry him up to bed and tuck him in for the night?” He demanded in a baby voice, Gerard’s cheeks flushing. “You’re too fucking soft on him.”

“Hey!” Gerard snapped, bristling. “Don’t start that again; I was only asking.” He scoffed, going back to his food though he mostly just pushed it around the plate, taking a few mouthfuls whenever Mikey gazed at him but he was unable to summon up his appetite.

Mikey rolled his eyes and focused on scoffing down his own dinner, the room falling silent as Bob and Ray just kept their mouths shut. The two men had learnt years ago to just stay silent when there was tension between the brothers, they acted as if they didn’t even know anything was going on and simply ate their food without so much as glancing up from their plates.

Gerard sighed and stared down at his food, finally decided he just couldn’t force any more down and he pushed his plate away. The three men looked up when he scraped his chair back, Mikey frowning suspiciously.

“Where are you going?” He demanded, picking up his glass of water again and taking a sip as Gerard shoved his chair under the table.

“I’m not hungry.” He said simply, walking around the table and making his way towards the door that led out to the hallway. Mikey watched him with a narrow stare.

“You better not be going to Frank.” He called in a warning tone, but Gerard simply ignored him as he slipped out the door and closed it behind himself without another word. Mikey was his younger sibling and therefore below him in their little house hierarchy, if Gerard wanted to see Frank then he sure as hell wasn’t going to let Mikey stop him. He had let his brother have his way that afternoon, so as far as he was concerned Mikey should be more grateful to him and let him have his way that evening.

Gerard walked to the basement quickly, but once he reached the door he hesitated. He remembered the awful way Frank had been screaming when he had walked by earlier and he doubted the boy would want to see him. But there was no one else here who was going to help him and so he was just going to have to suck it up. In the mean time Gerard too took a moment to brace himself, not sure what he was going to find when he opened the door.

As the door slowly swung open a shaft of light fell across the basement floor, causing Frank to wince and curl up tighter into a ball, shielding his eyes from the offending light. He began to tremble when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, his hands clenching into fists though he didn’t dare look up to see who could be coming towards him. In that moment there was no one he wanted to see, he just wanted to be left alone to die. His entire body ached, his back burnt from the whipping and he there was a dampness dripping from his ass and down his thighs that could be cum or blood, or most likely a mixture of the two.

Frank squeezed his eyes shut tighter and grew tenser when he heard the footsteps getting closer, refusing to look up and see who it was, though deep down he was praying that it wasn’t Mikey. He gasped and flinched violently when a warm hand gently touched his shoulder, his arm flying up automatically to whack the hand away.

“Frankie –”

“Get away from me!” Frank hissed, recognising Gerard’s voice and feeling a surge of hatred ripple through him. “Don’t touch me!”

“Shh, just let me help you.” Gerard whispered gently, squatting down on his haunches and trying to touch Frank’s shoulder again but the younger man struck out once more, hitting his hand away before trying to shuffle backwards to get some space between them.

“I don’t want your help! This is all your fault!” Frank shouted, his anger making him raise his voice to the point that it burnt his throat and made his words crack. There was a lump in his throat and he felt the overwhelming urge to just cry, but he refused to let a single tear fall infront of Gerard.

“Frank, I’m going to help you to your room whether you want me to or not. Struggling is just going to make it harder on you.” Gerard pointed out, his voice gentle but firm. Frank gave an animalistic growl in response, making it quite clear what he thought of that but it was obvious he didn’t have the strength to fight back. He was still curled up tightly, refusing to lift his head or look at Gerard, but the older man was almost grateful for that. Deep down he didn’t really want to see Frank’s face either, he didn’t want to see the pain that would no doubt be in his eyes.

Gerard sighed and got up properly, walking over to where Frank had squirmed away and bending down to take hold of his arm. Frank tried to shake him off but Gerard was ready this time and he held on tight, forcing Frank to his feet and sighing as he kept his head bowed, one arm held up to keep his face from view.

“Get off me! I don’t want your help!” He shouted, though his voice was strained and weakened by all his earlier screaming. Gerard ignored the assault of insults Frank slung his way and instead looked around for the boy’s clothes, finding them torn he sighed and slipped off his own shirt for Frank to wear. Of course though it didn’t go down well and Frank yelled and screamed, kicked and scratched in his attempt to keep Gerard from putting his shirt on him, but eventually his frame was draped in the soft cotton, the shirt so long on him it almost reached his knees.

Frank hated to admit it but he did feel a little better with some clothes on his back, though he remained tense as Gerard led him up the basement stairs. He tensed even more when they stepped through the doorway into the harsh light of the hallway, Frank panicking that Mikey was going to appear but luckily Gerard managed to lead him upstairs to his bedroom without anyone seeing them.

As soon as Frank stepped into his room he turned to face Gerard, scowling deeply at the older man and blocking the doorway with his arms so that Gerard couldn’t come in. Gerard blushed at the sight of Frank’s tear stained cheeks and blood shot eyes, the tense line of his jaw and the anger swirling in his irises reminding Gerard that he needed to be delicate.

“You’ve helped me to my room, now you can leave.” Frank said stiffly, forcing himself to meet Gerard’s eyes though it was difficult to hold his gaze when he was trying so hard not to cry.

“Frankie,” Gerard sighed, reaching out to touch Frank’s hand but Frank flinched away. “At least let me check you’re okay.” He begged softly causing Frank to laugh cruelly in his face.

“Check I’m okay!? Are you fucking serious!?” He demanded, his voice taking on a crazed tone and he backed away from the door, his hand still on the wood so that he could slam it shut if Gerard tried to enter. “You’re the one who let this happen! You promised me that you were different to all the others but you let him rape me just like every other master I ever had!” Frank’s voice grew thick as he shouted, eventually breaking completely and tears began to pour down his cheeks. “Why would you even care!?”

For a moment Gerard was shocked, a flash of guilt flashing inside him but he forced it down quickly, glaring at Frank and folding his arms.

“Why would I care?” He repeated, starting to feel angry. “I care because all this time I’ve been trying to be good to you! I know this is hard for you, I know that you don’t wanna be here but fuck Frank, I’ve tried to be different to your other masters, I’ve tried to compromise and make you happy and you keep throwing it back in my face – You made out with my damn gardener for fucks sake!” Gerard growled in anger and turned, slamming his fist into the wall before he struck at Frank’s face. The sound of the collision caused Frank to jump and cry harder, scowling at Gerard as he stumbled back, plaster dust coating his knuckles from the dent he had put in the wall.

“So I kissed one girl and you think that’s a good enough reason to let your brother do what he did to me!?” Frank shouted back, his voice hoarse but he wasn’t about to back down. “I didn’t even mean to kiss her, it just happened!”

“That’s no fucking excuse!” Gerard roared back, keeping a few feet between him and Frank for fear that he would lose control of his temper as he was well known for doing and hitting the younger man who had already been through enough. “You have no idea how much you hurt me –all this time I’ve been trying to be good to you. Maybe you don’t believe that but I have. All I’ve had is everyone in this damn place telling me I’m too soft on you, I’ve had to defend you in so many arguments and I’ve been trying so hard to make you as happy as I can but what do you expect me to do when you go and betray me like that?”

“Betray you!?” Frank repeated, astounded. “I betrayed you!? You’re the one who fucking betrayed me! You go on about trying to make me happy and be different to all my other masters, but I told you all about my past – I told you about the blue parties and what they did to me, and then you let your own brother fucking rape me anyway? Not even Bert let other men touch me.” Frank growled, the comparison like a slap to the face for Gerard. “Did it not occur to you even once that the reason I kissed Jamia in the first place was because she’s the only person in the last five years of my life who has shown me even the tiniest amount of kindness and human decency? I admit I was overwhelmed, I got carried away but I didn’t do it to hurt you. Not like what you did to me.”

By now Frank was so caught in his tears he couldn’t stop the sobs ripping through his throat, the force of his crying making his muscles collapse and he started to curl inward, crying so hard it hurt but Gerard could only feel minimum pity for him. Franks words had made him feel some guilt, but he just couldn’t believe Frank wasn’t seeing how much it had hurt Gerard to see him kissing Jamia.

“I’ve told you from day one that if you misbehave then you’ll be punished.” He reminded Frank angrily, his fists clenched so tight his nails dug into his palms. “Did I not make that clear!? I don’t think you realise the extent of the pain you caused me when you kissed her. I know that you don’t want to be here, damn it Frank I know that! But... Fuck! Weren’t we doing alright? It seemed to me like you were starting to settle in a little bit, and then I come home after having a really shit day hoping to spend some time with you and I see that!”

Frank blushed deeply and felt a small pang of guilt in his chest. He remembered thinking as he sat by the fish pond that he wanted to spend the evening with Gerard, getting to know him more and helping him relax after being so busy with work. But he hadn’t intended to kiss Jamia, he just wished Gerard would cut him some slack.

“I know that it hurt you.” He eventually managed to choke out, finally meeting Gerard’s gaze through his tears. “But I can’t change it now. I mean, what do you want me to do Gerard? Apologise?” He laughed hollowly at the very idea and snarled at the older man. “Maybe I would have if you’d have done the decent thing and actually tried to talk to me about it first before throwing me to someone else to deal with! You want to be my master? You want to be better than everyone else? I may not like being a pet Gerard but I at least know that no self respecting master would let another man touch his pet!”

“Oh really!?” Gerard shouted back, starting to grow even angrier, furious that Frank would dare speak to him like this. “Maybe I would have dealt with you myself if you hadn’t made me so angry! If it’s an apology you’re after then you won’t be getting one. I know Mikey can be harsh but the whole reason I gave him the chance to punish you was because at the time I knew that if I did it I’d have just ended up killing you for being such a... a stupid little boy!”

Frank couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping in shock at that, his throat aching as pain washed through him and his tears fell faster than ever. He wasn’t sure why Gerard’s words hurt so much but it was the last straw for him and he choked on his sobs as he gripped the door.

“Yeah, well after what Mikey did to me I wish you had just killed me!” He screamed before throwing the door shut causing it to slam so hard in the frame that more plaster chips fell from the dent Gerard had put in the wall.

For a moment Gerard was too shocked to move, his body trembling he was so angry and he was tempted to march into Frank’s room and give the boy exactly what he wanted. He was more trouble than he was worth, maybe Mikey was right, maybe Gerard should just get rid of him. No sooner than he had thought that though that Gerard knew he would never kill Frank, the only reason he was so angry and felt so betrayed was because he was desperate for things to work between them. He didn’t want to say that he cared for Frank more than he should... but then what was considered caring too much? He wanted Frank to want to be his pet, he wanted their unorthodox relationship to make them both happy.. of course he cared for the younger man.

Feeling more hurt than he had in a long time Gerard marched through the house to his own bedroom, ignoring the loud crashes that came from behind Frank’s door. He guessed the younger man was in some sort of a rage but Gerard couldn’t care less in that moment, he was too busy trying to keep his own temper in check.

Back in his own room Frank had already lost the handle on his own anger long ago and was just letting rip. He felt unbelievably upset, so hurt and betrayed. He hadn’t even realised he had been starting to trust Gerard, maybe even come to like him, until Mikey had reminded him exactly why he would never be someone’s pet. He wasn’t some fucking animal and he refused to be treated like it anymore. Gerard was clearly delusional and Frank hated him.

Despite his exhaustion Frank’s anger was too much to ignore so still wearing nothing but Gerard’s shirt he began to slam his hands into the walls and doors, battering them until his hands bruised and bled. The adrenaline wouldn’t allow him to feel the pain but the sight of blood made him stop and he turned instead to grabbing everything he could find and destroying it.

First the lamp on the bedside table was flung at the wall, smashing on impact and scattering over the floor. Next came the bedside table itself, Frank using all his strength to lift it a few inches off the floor and then flinging it across the room. It hit the windowsill and caused it crack, Frank pausing as he realised he could try and smash the window. If he could break the glass he was more than prepared to jump out the window and make a break for freedom.

With this new incentive Frank summoned up the last of the energy he had inside him and began to grab everything he could find to throw at the window. He tore the curtains down and used the rail as a bat, smashing it repeatedly into the window but the glass was strong, made specifically to keep people in and not even so much as a chip was made before the curtain rail splintered in Frank’s hand.

“No!” Frank gasped, growling angrily and yanking one of the draws from the chest of the drawers that was now lying pitifully by the window where he had thrown it. He used all of the three drawers, hitting them separately against the window until they too broke and he went in search of something stronger, tearing down the paintings off the wall first and stamping his foot through them. They looked like expensive pieces, he hoped they were, he hoped Gerard would be furious when he saw them in tatters on the floor.

As he went through the room Frank destroyed everything he could lay his hands on. The wardrobe was next under his attack, Frank pushing it near the window and then shoving it hard to fell back against it. He repeated the same thing again and again until the muscles in his arms screamed and the wardrobe began to splinter too. It clearly wasn’t working and so furious Frank threw it down to the floor, jumping on it until the back broke and a hole appeared. He made the whole bigger, wood coating the floor beneath the window but the glass itself was perfect. Throwing Frank’s reflecting back at him, mocking him.

Frank stormed through the room, ripping the covers from the bed and tearing the fabric with his teeth and hands. He then grabbed the pillows, shredding them open and sending feathers flying everywhere. Some stuck in his hair as he marched to the bookcase. He doubted any of the books had been read, it was only there for show but Frank delighted in sweeping the books to the floor and then breaking each shelf in the case, breaking it all to pieces before he strode into the ensuite bathroom.

Frank opened the medicine cabinet that held spare shampoos and body washes. He opened each bottle and poured everything onto the bedroom carpet, dropping to his knees and using his bloody hands to spread the soapy mess around. He hoped it stained and as it stung his bleeding hands he delighted in the pain. He was a man possessed and he wasn’t going to stop.

For a good hour Frank trashed the bathroom, smashing the mirror above the sink and then tearing the doors off the medicine cabinet. He yanked the shower head out of the wall, using it’s pole mount to smash up the sink and then the glass sides to the walk in shower. These broke after only a few hits, shattering in a million sparkling pieces that glittered on the floor. Frank’s hands went through the glass along with the shower head he put some much force into the hits and some glass got into his hands, but he didn’t even noticed.

Once the glass was smashed Frank started to smash the pole into the walls, breaking the tiles and leaving the bathroom floor a mess of glass, dust and ceramics before he stormed into the bedroom. He was weakening fast, his body desperately needing rest after his ordeal with Mikey but he was running on adrenaline and he’d rather drop down dead before he rested.

Frank stood infront of the window one last time, the broken wood on the floor getting some splinters in his bare feet but all he could think about was his racing heart and the desperation to get outside. To escape. He could feel more tears on his cheeks but he didn’t know when he had started crying again. He knew that if this didn’t work he’d just lose all hope.

Downstairs Mikey jumped when the silence was once more shattered by the sounds of Frank beating the metal pole against the window. Mikey rolled his eyes and threw his book down, giving up on trying to read it. He glanced at the clock and sighed. How on earth was the guy still going? He’d been causing a racket for almost two and a half hours now, but when Mikey had gone up to ask Gerard if he was going to do something about it the older man had simply told him to leave it; warning him that if anyone tried to stop Frank then there’d be hell to pay. As he put it, he needed to get the anger ‘out of his system’. Personally, Mikey thought the boy needed a bloody good beating but he respected Gerard’s wishes and sat moodily downstairs.

He had no worry that Frank was going to escape. The windows were bulletproof, it was a necessity when you were as notorious in the mafia as he and Gerard were. If assassins couldn’t get in then there was no way in hell Frank was going to get out.

Frank soon realised this as he beat the metal against the window over and over and over again. He began to sob freely as his arms shook, too weak to even lift the pole anymore let alone move it but he continued to try. The window wasn’t so much as chipping, the force of his beating starting to send painful shockwaves through his hands and arms and soon he just stumbled away, dropping the pole onto the floor.

Frank’s head span as he stumbled to the centre of the room, slumping to his knees as a wave of nausea washed over him. He groaned and buried his face in his hands, getting blood over his features before his body finally give in and he passed out on the floor.

>X<

When Gerard woke up the next morning he was feeling much calmer. He called for the chef to bring him his breakfast in bed and he sat, sipping his morning coffee with a relaxed look on his face. He was scanning the morning paper that had been brought up but he was hardly paying attention, too busy thinking about the day before. Now that his head was clearer he could see he probably hadn’t handled things as well as he could have. He didn’t regret letting Mikey have his way with Frank, he still believed the kid had deserved it, but he did realise he shouldn’t have argued with him afterwards. He wasn’t sure whether he would ever be able to fix the ruined relationship now, but he knew he needed to try straight away if he was to have any hope.

As soon as he had finished eating Gerard called for the chef to collect his tray before he had a quick shower and got dressed. He knew that Mikey, Ray and Bob were going out that morning to deal with some more business, but Gerard decided he would stay at home to see if he could try and work things out with Frank. For one thing he still needed to check if he was alright after being punished by Mikey. He was conscious he was probably going to have to call a doctor.

Once his hair was dry and he had helped himself to another cup of coffee Gerard made his way to Frank’s bedroom. When he got there he found that Mikey was already stood outside the door, a frown on his face and his arms folded.

“I’m taking it you did that?” He said dryly, nodding at the dent in the wall and Gerard blushed as he nodded.

“I’ll pay for it.” He promised, Mikey nodding.

“Damn right you will.” He scoffed, Gerard rolling his eyes as he approached Frank’s door and unlocked it. He glanced at Mikey as he laid his hand on the doorknob.

“Did you want something?” He asked coolly, Mikey glaring at him.

“I want to see what he’s done to the room, he made enough fucking noise last night.” He scoffed, Gerard sighing and rolling his eyes.

“Well whatever he’s done don’t forget you need to leave in five minutes. Leave me to deal with this alright?” He warned, Mikey hesitating before he gave a reluctant nod. Gerard challenged him with a stare for a second, deciding Mikey was being honest before he opened the door and the two men stepped inside.

Mikey had to push Gerard to keep walking when he suddenly stopped in the doorway, the older man stumbling inside after Mikey’s helpful shove. When Mikey saw the room he too suddenly stopped, the brothers standing just inside of the door with equal looks of shock on their faces.

Mikey had known the damage would be bad after all the noise Frank had been making, but he hadn’t been expecting it to be quite like this. All of the furniture in the room had been pulverised and left in a broken pile beneath the window, the ripped paintings lying on the floor beneath wherever they had once hung and Frank himself lay sound asleep beside an interestingly coloured stain on the floor.

“What the...” Gerard gazed around with wide eyes, knowing instantly that the whole room would have to be stripped out and redecorated. He reached out and grabbed Mikey’s wrist before the younger man could move, knowing that once he got over his shock Mikey’s instinct reaction would be to charge over to Frank and beat the crap outta him.

“I... I can’t believe...” Mikey shook his head, speechless, unable to believe how Frank had managed to do all this after everything that had happened in the basement. He soon got over the shock though and snarled angrily. “That little shit! I want him out of this house! I want him fucking dead!”

“Mikey shut up.” Gerard hissed, dragging the younger man out of the room and quickly shutting the door again. Mikey yanked out of his grip but Gerard seized him by the shoulders instead, forcing him to look at him. “Listen to me, I’ll pay for all the damage okay? He was angry, I’ll talk to him -”

“Talk to him!? I don’t think talking to him is gonna cut it Gerard? You need to drag that brat into the basement and –”

“No!” Gerard snapped, cutting Mikey off quickly. “He’s been punished enough already. He needs time to heal before I start throwing him around like that.” Deep down Gerard doubted he’d ever throw him around like that but Mikey didn’t need to know that. The younger man was clearly unhappy though, scowling deeply at Gerard.

“Are you being serious Gerard?” He growled, unable to believe his brother was going to be this stupid again. “You can’t just punish him once and let that do for all the other times he misbehaves as well. You need to punish him every time he’s bad and this, I gotta tell you, is bad. He needs to know you won’t stand for it!”

“Yeah but the whole reason he did this was because we argued. I got him angry and –”

“Oh God I can’t believe I am hearing this!” Mikey groaned, shoving away from Gerard and running his hands through his hair. “You’re still too soft on him Gerard!” He snapped, furious. “You can’t just stand there and start trying to think about how he feels – he’s your pet not your boyfriend, how many times do I have to tell you that!?” He demanded, Gerard sighing and scowling slightly.

“To be honest with you Mikey I’m fed up of hearing it.” He said simply, wanting nothing more than to check on Frank. “Just go out already, Bob and Ray are waiting for you.” He snarled before he walked back into Frank’s room, closing the door behind him before Mikey could follow.

Although he had already seen the damage done it was still a shock when Gerard stepped into the room and took another look around. He was amazed by how much damage Frank had managed to do all by himself and he sighed when he saw the blood that had dried on Frank’s hands. The stain on the carpet was soon no longer a mystery when Gerard saw the pile of empty shampoo bottles and he reluctantly went to check the bathroom.

“God...” He groaned, standing in the doorway and sighing as he looked around at the trashed bathroom. It was a lot of damage and he knew it was going to cost a bomb to get everything back into order but he still didn’t feel angry. He just felt sad to think that Frank had been that angry and he knew it was his fault.

Going back into the bedroom Gerard crouched down beside Frank, the younger man clearly having collapsed after his outburst since he was still wearing Gerard’s shirt. Gerard gently touched his shoulder and then ran his fingers down his arm, but he didn’t so much as stir. Gerard then brushed his hair back off his face, revealing tear stained cheeks and softly parted lips but it was clear he wasn’t about to wake up anytime soon. Taking advantage of this fact Gerard gently lifted Frank bridal style into his arms and carried him out of the destroyed room, taking him instead to his room.

Frank didn’t so much as stir as Gerard gently lay him on his front on his bed, hesitating a little before he slowly lifted the shirt up to assess the damage Mikey had done first. He felt a wave of sickness when he saw the backs of Frank’s thighs, dried blood making little rivulets down his tan skin, like veins branching down his legs. The blood was thicker further up and feeling a little bit like he shouldn’t Gerard tenderly spread Frank’s legs more, stroking his thumbs over his backside and ever so slowly parting the soft globes of his ass.

“Jesus...” He whispered, his voice choked in his throat and he quickly looked away. The blood was thick around Frank’s anus, it clearly badly torn and Gerard felt a wave of hatred for his brother. He understood that Mikey had wanted to punish Frank and that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that he had been so brutal with it. Gerard had been the one to train Mikey in punishment and the whole point was to not cause lasting damage. Although Frank would heal quickly as long as he was left to, the fact was he never should have been so rough to tear him away. Just like he should never whip a person enough to leave scars.

Realising Mikey had probably whipped Frank too Gerard lifted the shirt up higher to check he had at least done that to the standard of his training. There were some faint red lines over Frank’s back but they would be fully healed by the end of the day and Gerard felt some relief that they at least weren’t going to be a problem.

Next he turned Frank over so he could check his hands, Frank sighing and starting to stir a little but Gerard waited until he was breathing deeply again before he lifted his hands by the wrist. He couldn’t easily tell how badly hurt they were since the blood coating them hid the actual cuts, but he could saw a few things glinting and guessed there might be some glance in there, and beneath the blackened blood he could see bruising which made him worried. He dialled the number for the doctor and arranged for him to come over before he went into his ensuite to run a bath.

When he returned to the room Frank was really starting to wake up, whimpering a little as he tried to rub his eyes but found he was unable to even make his hands into fists let alone press them against his eyelids. Gerard hurried over and gently lifted him into a sitting position, Frank groaning and squeezing his eyes shut for a second before slowly opening them.

“Wh – Who’sat?” He slurred softly, his eyes fixing on Gerard, taking a moment to register who he was and everything that had happened but it once it did he growled softly and tried to shrug him away. “Gerroff me!”

“Hey, shh, shh... Don’t start fighting now.” Gerard scolded gently, tightening his hold on Frank so he couldn’t wriggle away. “You’re hurt; I need to take care of you. I’ve already called the doctor and ran you a bath. Please just cooperate.” He sighed, Frank glaring at him but he was still too exhausted to try and fight. He felt as if he had been run over by a train and he had to admit a bath sounded pretty good about now.

“Don’t think this means I forgive you.” He warned, his voice rough and Gerard sighed, nodding his understanding.

“Got it.” He sighed, lifting Frank up and carrying him delicately into the bathroom. The younger man mostly ignored him, avoiding his gaze and not saying anything to him as Gerard lifted off his shirt and placed him gently in the bath. Frank didn’t really want to be naked around the older man but his hands were throbbing with pain and he knew he’d be unable to sort himself out so he reluctantly allowed Gerard to wash him.

Gerard said nothing to Frank as he bathed his skin and gently washed his hair. He knew there was nothing he could say that would make Frank relax around him; all he could do was try and show him that he was still here for him. The air grew tense and awkward as he made Frank get to his knees so he could wash the back of his thighs and buttocks, cleaning away the blood and checking the damage properly.

Frank bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut as Gerard cleaned the blood away and then started to probe around his anus, checking the torn flesh and making sure it wasn’t so bad that it would need medical attention. The last thing Frank wanted was Gerard touching him there but he reluctantly allowed him to, sighing in relief when Gerard assured him he would be alright.

“You should be healed within a week or so.” He said gently, Frank nodding and sinking back into the water with reddened cheeks. “Frankie...” Gerard gently reached out and cupped Frank’s chin, tilting his face up and forcing him to meet his gaze. “I... I’m sorry alright? Mikey wasn’t supposed to be that rough on you... That isn’t how I’ve trained him and it wasn’t what I was expecting.” He whispered, Frank frowning at first, suspicious of his apology but gazing into his eyes he could see that Gerard was genuine.

Frank sighed and bowed his head, tensing slightly and looking down at his hands. Now that the blood had been washed away he could see they were badly swollen, making the skin a bruised purple colour. “Well... Like I said, don’t expect me to forgive you.” He whispered quietly though he was lacking his earlier conviction.

“I know.” Gerard sighed, gently helping Frank out of the bath and wrapping him a towel. “But the apologies there all the same.”

Gerard helped Frank into the bedroom where he dried him and dressed him in some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. He then left Frank to rest in bed whilst he went downstairs and got the chef to make him some food. He carried it up to him on the silver tray, remembering how Mikey had teased him for it the first time and he sighed. He wished Mikey could be more understanding...

Frank’s hands hurt too much to feed himself so Gerard had to do it. He chatted to Frank softly as he fed him, trying to make him relax and maybe make him forgive him. He knew that it would take time but at least Frank was willing to let him help him.

The doctor arrived just as Frank was finishing eating and Gerard went down to let him in. It was a different doctor to before which was good, and he didn’t seem suspicious when Gerard told him he couldn’t let Frank go to the hospital when it became apparent he had broken his knuckles. The elderly man simply nodded and instead used an old fashioned method of wood and bandages to secure Frank’s hands in a position to let them heal and told Gerard he would have to return every week to check they were healing properly. Gerard nodded his understanding and Frank looked relieved to know someone who cared would be coming to see him every week.

Once the old doctor had been escorted out Gerard returned to his room, smiling when he saw Frank was starting to look sleepy and he wandered over to gently tuck the younger man in.

“You should rest.” He smiled, kissing Frank’s forehead. “You’ve been through a lot.” He sighed, Frank gazing at him with a curious stare, a smile tugging at his lips but he fought it back.

“Is this your room?” He asked softly, only realising as Gerard had taken the doctor downstairs that there were comic books and video games lying around which had never been the case in any of the spare rooms. He had never seen inside Gerard’s room before and he felt almost... touched, that the older man had brought him here, into his personal safe haven, just to wash him and take care of him.

Gerard blushed slightly and nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I err... yeah it is. Is that okay?” He asked uncertainly, looking around and wondering if he should have taken Frank to a different room but to his surprise Frank smiled at him, it was small and weak but it was genuine.

“Sure.” He giggled quietly, snuggling down under the covers, his bandaged hands tucked around a pillow. “I... I’m sorry about... my room...” He mumbled sheepishly, realising Gerard must have seen it and surprised that he wasn’t punishing it for him. Gerard smiled softly, surprising Frank further and shrugging off his apologies.

“It’s alright. Just rest now.” He said gently, Frank nodding and feeling a lump rise in his throat as Gerard walked towards the door. He wasn’t sure what caused it but he sighed as he watched the older man leave and quietly shut the door. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, keeping quiet and instead just rolling over to get some much needed sleep.

He wouldn’t admit it, but despite the burning hatred he felt for Mikey and the keen desire to escape this hell hole... he had already forgiven Gerard.

Phew,
sorry this took so long to get out guys. All my coursework deadline dates are gunning towards me and so I’ve been working pretty hard on my uni work this week, but I took today out to write this and I hope you guys liked it :]
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