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“Gerard, Mikey wants to see you.”

“Now?” Gerard looked up from his desk where he was taking some time out to focus on his art, Bob stood in the doorway watching him. “Tell him I’m busy.”

“He said it can’t wait.” Bob replied instantly, shrugging innocently at Gerard’s frown.

Gerard stared at the blonde man for a long moment, scowling deeply before he sighed and put his pencil down on the desk and got to his feet. He raised his eyebrows at Bob, his expression making it clear how happy he was to be interrupted in some rare time off but Bob simply smiled sweetly at him.

“He’s waiting in the control room.” He explained as Gerard stepped past, Gerard frowning in confusion but not bothering to ask why on Earth his brother would be there. He was clearly just about to find out anyway.

It had been a couple of days since Gerard had last talked to Frank, he was still sore from being rejected and didn’t want to see the younger man at all. He had made sure that he was kept comfortable though, the house servants taking over in bringing Frank his food and helping him wash and dress. He had heard that Frank wasn’t happy about it, and that he kept asking to see Gerard but the words fell upon deaf ears. Gerard couldn’t give a damn if Frank wanted to see him.

Gerard walked through the house to the tiny control room that looked suspiciously like a closet from the outside. There were a few CCTV cameras around the outside of the house, just in case of thieves and the like. Living in such an ostentatious manor meant that sometimes security was breached and people tried to get in, but it was rare... and rarer still for the culprit to get away with it.

It had been a long time since Gerard had gone into the control room, he didn’t bother himself in checking the tapes. In fact he didn’t think any of them did. The only times he went in there was just to make sure the technology was all still working and to check the tapes if anything had been stolen or damaged. Gerard was pretty sure he hadn’t been in the room for years.

“What’s up Mikes?” He sighed as he reached the door and slid through it. The control room was small, the entire back wall full of TV monitors and a complicated looking control desk that Gerard had never been able to get the hang of. Mikey was sat at it now, leaning back in his chair and resting his thumb against his lower lip.

“I got something I think you need to see.” He said softly, leaning forward to hit a button on the desk, causing one of the TV’s showing an image of the front door to flicker and change to a night view. Gerard stepped forward with a bored sigh, leaning his hands on the desk to get a better view of the screen.

The picture was of the front door, the surroundings dark. At first Gerard couldn’t see what was possibly so interesting, but then a figure came into view. Gerard frowned and leaned closer, watching the person tiptoe to the front door and sink to their knees. They had a female physique, but short hair.

“Is that...?”

“Jamia.” Mikey nodded, Gerard frowning as he watched the girl on the screen lean against the door. The image was of her back so Gerard couldn’t see what she was doing, though she remained by the door for a long while. Sometimes her hands moved frantically, as if she was in deep conversation with the door or something. She stayed for what felt like forever for Gerard, watching her in confusion, but then eventually she moved slowly away from the door and began to make her way down the drive, out of the cameras shot.

“What was she doing?” Gerard asked softly as Mikey switched the screen back to the live view.

“I don’t know.” Mikey admitted softly, turning his chair to look at his brother. “But I get the feeling Frank will have something to do with it.” He said gently, knowing that he was going to piss Gerard off by saying it but it was true.

“Mikey,” Gerard groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You can’t just instantly assume that because Jamia was here then Frank is –”

“Well come on Gerard!” Mikey interrupted, getting to his feet angrily. “Did you see her? She wasn’t trying to pick the lock or get into the house, she was doing something else. She was knelt right infront of the letter box. I dunno... I just think maybe she was trying to contact Frank. Or she succeeded. I just think it wouldn’t hurt to at least ask him about it. This was two nights ago now, if she was in contact with him then who knows what he could be planning.” Mikey sighed, rubbing his hand over his eyes. He wouldn’t admit it but even he was getting tired of all the fighting.

Gerard sighed and bowed his head, groaning as he dug his fingertips into his eyes.

“I dunno Mikes...” He whined, not wanting to go visit Frank just to accuse him of fraternising with Jamia again. Things were already tense between them when he didn’t want them to be, he didn’t want to end up making things worse. But he knew that Mikey was right, even if he hated to admit it. “Alright...” He finally sighed, frowning at his brother. “I’ll speak to him.”

“Good.” Mikey replied curtly, picking his phone up off the desk and pocketing it. “Do it now.” He demanded, leaving the control room before Gerard could protest.

Gerard sighed and ran a hand through his hair, scowling to himself. As if things could get any worse. All he wanted to do was have one day where he could forget all the shit going on around him and just do some drawing for a change. Was that really too much to ask?

Grumbling to himself Gerard left the control room and made his way back upstairs to Frank’s room. Once all the furniture had been set up Frank had been sent straight back to his old room and Gerard was able to get his own room back. His bed still smelt like Frank, but he found himself hoping it would stay that way...

Gerard made his way to Frank’s bedroom door, knocking politely before stepping inside. The younger man was sat in bed, gazing out the window with a bored expression on his face. He was resting his bandaged hands on top of the covers infront of him; he didn’t even look up when Gerard entered.

“Frank. We need to talk.” Gerard sighed, causing the younger man to jump and look at him in slight surprise. Gerard raised his eyebrows in response, Frank blushing and rubbing a hand awkwardly through his hair.

“Oh, G – Gerard. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come in.” He sighed, Gerard scowling and walking over to the bed. He didn’t sit down like he usually did, just simply stood at the side and stared down at Frank.

“How many times do I have to tell you Frank, you don’t call me Gerard you call me master.” He snarled softly, Frank’s eyebrows rising so high they disappeared beneath his hair. He had been calling Gerard by his first name all week and he hadn’t complained about it then.

“I’m sorry?” He breathed, his stomach rippling in anger but Gerard seemed to think he was actually apologising and continued.

“Tell me Frankie, did you sleep well let’s say... two nights ago?” He asked innocently, starting to pace the floor beside the bed. Frank watched him silently for a moment, his heart starting to race as he gulped.

“Yes... why?” He asked softly, his voice a little quieter than before as he tried to keep his panic from showing through. It was a perfectly innocent question, he was sure Gerard didn’t actually have any clue that Frank had in fact been sat up all that night thinking about Jamia and wondering if she was going to be okay. If maybe she’d go ahead and try to save him after all...

“You didn’t have any... disturbances?” Gerard asked, his voice calm and dripping with false sweetness. Frank’s heart started to drum faster in his chest, his palms beginning to sweat. Oh God... Gerard couldn’t know. How could he?

“Of course not. What makes you ask?” Frank asked as innocently as he could, but when Gerard looked at him he was sure the guilt showed in his eyes. This soon confirmed by the terrifying scowl that crossed Gerard’s face. Frank hadn’t seen him look so angry before, and he knew the consequences were not going to be good.

“And so... here it is. The final betrayal.” Gerard spat, his hands shaking as he clenched them into fists. Frank stared at him with wide eyes, considering trying to calm him down somehow but there was nothing he could say.

“Gera – Err... M – Master, I don’t know what you’re –”

“You have done nothing but be a disobedient little brat since day one.” Gerard whispered, his voice frighteningly quiet though it shook with the force of his increasing rage. “And to think, despite how you reacted to your punishment – which if you ask me was perfectly justified considering your actions. Despite you destroying your entire room and costing me thousands of dollars in repair bills. Despite you going so fucking crazy you break your own damn knuckles I have been stupid enough to actually try and be good to you!” Gerard snapped, Frank struggling to push himself up into a proper sitting position, huddling into the corner of his bed as he shook his head.

He knew... Gerard knew...

“Please, Master I can explain –”

“Explain what!?” Gerard snarled, whirling round from his pacing to glare daggers at Frank. “Explain why I’ve been enough of an idiot to ignore everything my friends and my brother, my flesh and blood have been telling me about you. To actually have believed that I could make something with you – something we could both be happy with. All this past two weeks I’ve been letting you get away with so much! I’ve been taking care of you and feeding you, helping you get dressed, letting you stay in my bed, been making sure not a single person dare lays a finger on you. I haven’t dreamed of trying to have sex with you even though that’s what you’re for, just because I knew it would upset you. I’ve been letting you call me Gerard, I haven’t asked you to wear your collar, I haven’t forced you to do a single fucking thing and then YOU let that fucking GIRL onto my PROPERTY and... and...” Gerard suddenly found himself lost for words, his hands pushing into his hair as he roared in anger and kicked the bedside table so violently it crashed to the side instantly.

Frank jumped at the loud noise and pressed tighter into his corner, his eyes welling with tears. He had never felt so frightened of anyone before, Gerard had such a crazy look in his eyes, a terrifying mixture of anger, sadness and guilt that Frank felt chills running down his spine.

“Gerard listen to me, I didn’t know Jamia would come here. I didn’t ask her to – I didn’t plan this!” He cried, getting to his knees to try and reason with the furious mafia boss. But now Gerard had started there was no stopping him, especially now Frank had made the mistake of admitting that he had indeed seen Jamia that night.

“You sly little snake.” Gerard spat, storming closer to the bed and grabbing Frank by the wrist, causing him to cry out in fear. “To think I gave that little bitch a second chance.” He snapped to himself, dragging Frank out of the bed and starting to pull him out of the room. Frank screamed in horror but though he tried desperately to pull out of Gerard’s grip he found it impossible. His injured hands couldn’t gain any purchase to try and push Gerard’s vice like grip away, his feet slipping about the floor as he was dragged into the hallway and down the stairs.

“I can’t believe you have gone this far to betray me.” Gerard snarled, talking mostly to himself Frank realised. “I’ve been a fool, a bloody fool! Well, rest assured that stupid girl will be killed along with everyone and everything that is precious to her. And you –” Gerard turned wild eyes on Frank. “I never want to see you’re fucking face again.” He spat, dragging Frank down to the basement and opening the door.

“Gerard – Gerard please, please listen to me!” Frank begged, crying out and wrestling wildly as Gerard started to push him through the door way. “Gerard I had no part in it! I told her to never come here again, Gerard you have to believe me!”

“YOU DO NOT CALL ME THAT! YOU DON’T EVER FUCKING CALL ME GERARD YOU DIRTY LITTLE WHORE!” Gerard suddenly shouted, his voice so loud Frank squeezed his eyes shut in fear, shaking wildly as he was pushed through the door and left to fall down the basement stairs. He collided sharply with the floor, left to curl into a ball and sob pitifully as every bone inside him ached.

Above the stairs he could see Gerard’s silhouette in the doorway, the light behind him bright and taunting. Frank knew he wasn’t going to be seeing light again for a very long time.

“I hope you stay down there and rot.” Gerard finally whispered, Frank flinching at the horribly broken edge to Gerard’s voice and as the door slammed shut Frank realised with a jolt that Gerard had been crying.

>X<

Mikey cooed softly as he stroked Gerard’s hair where his brother was resting his head in his lap. Once Gerard had put Frank in the basement he had promptly stormed through the entire house, grabbing whatever came to hand and destroying it until Mikey had saw fit to step in.

Gerard had a terrible temper and it had always been that way, so Mikey was used to having to calm him down when he found out things that made him unhappy. Though Frank might have been confused as to why Gerard had reacted so violently to the news that Jamia had been in the house grounds Mikey wasn’t shocked at all. It was just Gerard all over.

“You know, maybe Frank was telling the truth and really didn’t know that she would come here.” Mikey pointed out innocently, trying to judge how angry at the young man Gerard really was.

“I don’t care if he didn’t know, it doesn’t excuse the fact that he didn’t tell me.” Gerard spat back, his brow furrowing angrily, his eyes still swirling with tears, the only things that had shocked Mikey. “It’s clear that whether he knew she would come here or not he’s been dying to escape since day one.” Gerard sniffed, Mikey fighting back a smirk of delight.

“Well in that case I don’t see why you don’t just get rid of him.” He sighed, gently working his fingertips through Gerard’s hair to keep him as calm as possible as he felt him tense. “After all, all he does is get you all worked up. Get rid of him and get a new pet – one that’s a little more obedient.” Mikey suggested, Gerard sighing and squeezing his eyes shut as a lump rose in his throat.

“I guess you’re right...” He conceded, struggling to not let anymore tears fall. He didn’t know why he was getting so upset... why he felt so betrayed and hurt. He just couldn’t stop thinking about everything he had been doing to make life comfortable for Frank, how hard he had tried to compromise and make him happy. And even then Frank refused to give him a chance, despite the few precious moments they had shared when they were both calm and happy to be in each other’s company.

Gerard felt so stupid for letting those moments lead him to believe that anything could ever work out between he and Frank. He felt so stupid for actually allowing himself to genuinely enjoy spending time with Frank in moments where they weren’t battling each other. The day by the fish pond and the past few weeks where Frank had allowed him to take care of him had been some of the happiest times of his life. Gerard didn’t want a pet to hurt and control, he just wanted a companion who was utterly devoted to him.

“So are you?” Mikey asked, snapping Gerard back into the real world.

“Am I what?” Gerard asked blankly, gazing at the wall opposite with emotionless eyes.

“Going to get rid of Frank.” Mikey sighed, rolling his eyes as if it was supposed to be obvious. Gerard frowned at that, thinking about it and biting his lip sadly.

“I... I don’t know.” He whispered, his heart pounding. He didn’t want to get rid of Frank and get someone different. He hadn’t even been after a pet when he had won Frank, it had all just come about spontaneously. If he did get rid of him then he wouldn’t get another pet, but the thought of getting rid of him at all made Gerard’s chest hurt.

“You don’t know? What do you mean you don’t know? I thought you just said it was a good idea.” Mikey protested, Gerard groaning and pressing his palms against his face.

“I know that but it’s complicated.” He whined, his voice muffled by his hands. Mikey groaned and rolled his eyes in irritation, shaking his head.

“Not it isn’t Gerard. It’s so simple, why do you have to make it harder than it really is?” He scolded, Gerard giving a low whine in his throat and slipping off the couch, striding across the living room floor to stand beside the fireplace with his back to his brother.

“You just don’t understand.” He sighed, rubbing one hand over his eyes whilst he laid the other on the mantelpiece. “You just... Just... Don’t understand.” He whispered, wondering if he even understood himself.

“Understand what?” Mikey snapped, getting to his own feet and clenching his fists. “That you’re in love with him?” He demanded, Gerard’s entire body visibly tensing so much that his shoulder blades could be seen straining against the fabric of his shirt.

For a moment Mikey was gobsmacked, not needing to hear Gerard say anything to have his assumptions confirmed. For what felt like an eternity for the eldest brother both men were silent, and then Mikey suddenly smashed the coffee table over, causing Gerard to jump violently.

“Dammit Gerard you’re a bloody fool!” Mikey shouted before storming out of the living room with a growl of anger, slamming the door shut so hard behind him that it shook in its frame.

>X<
Gerard sat in the living room by himself for a long time. He heard Bob and Ray chatting as they walked by the door a few times but no one came in and bothered him. Now that Mikey was in a bad mood everyone seemed to just be keeping to themselves to avoid getting snapped at.

Gerard waited until he was calmer before he left the living room and went upstairs to the attic. Inside he had placed a few items of Frank’s captivity that he had decided would be best to be kept out of the young man’s view whilst he was healing. He sought out the collar though and smoothed it through his fingers, gazing at it for a long moment and feeling a strange twist in his stomach before he made his way back downstairs.

Inside the basement Frank was still curled up in a ball, just staring at his bandaged hands resting infront of his face and wondering how long he would be left in here. He wouldn’t be surprised if Gerard really did just leave him forever, to slowly die and decay. He didn’t understand why Gerard was so angry, Frank had tried to explain to him that he hadn’t asked Jamia to come to the house, but then... Frank was used to Gerard not listening by now.

Frank sighed and wiped his tears off his cheeks, his bandages grubby from resting on the dirty basement floor but he was prepared for everything to get a lot worse. He was already starving hungry and there was a painful pressure in his abdomen from his full bladder. He was sure he had only been here for a couple hours but it felt like days, and he knew things weren’t about to end soon... which was why it was a shock when the door suddenly opened, causing his heart to skip and race in fear.

Frank struggled into a sitting position as the figure in the doorway started to walk slowly down the stairs. It was clearly Gerard which just made Frank panic more and he scuttled backwards, trying to make it to a safe place before the man would see him. But his attempts were pointless and all too soon the light had been flicked on and Gerard’s dull, lifeless eyes met his.

“Get on your feet.” He demanded softly, Frank staring at him for a long moment before slowly doing as he was told. He knew it would be stupid to try and disobey now, Gerard’s stony expression and emotionless eyes made Frank feel sick with fear. He knew that if he tried to push the older man now he’d probably get killed for it.

Gerard watched as Frank struggled upwards, having to roll forward onto his knees and use his elbows against his thighs to push his body upwards due to his injured hands. He stumbled a little but was soon stood upright, his eyes large and glistening as he gazed fearfully at Gerard.

“I’m going to give you three minutes to tell me exactly what you know about Jamia coming here. And you better tell me the truth because, God as my witness, if you don’t I will find out.” Gerard breathed darkly, his voice scarily calm. Frank stared at him for a long moment, not sure exactly what to say, what kind of thing Gerard was trying to offer him.

“Two minutes thirty, better start talking Frankie.” Gerard warned with a glance at his watch and Frank jumped, quickly starting to talk before he could even think straight.

“I... I’m sorry.” He quickly started, figuring apologising was probably his best route. “I didn’t know she was going to come here. I was just trying to get sleep and then next thing I know she’s throwing stones at my window. I wasn’t even sure it was her so I went downstairs to see and she talked to me through the letter box. The only thing she said was that she was going to try and get me out of here, like by getting the police and stuff but I swear to you Gerard I told her straight away not to get involved. I made her promise me she wouldn’t go through with it, I told her to just leave and not come back. I didn’t think it mattered because I had dealt with it, I didn’t ask her to help me Gerard I promise you. I told her not to, I told her to just go, Gerard you have to believe me.” Frank rambled, tears pricking at his eyes. It was all the truth but he didn’t know if Gerard would believe him, and if he didn’t Frank knew he wouldn’t survive the day.

“Please...” He whispered, his voice trembling and Gerard narrowed his eyebrows at him.

Gerard was shocked by the emotion in Frank’s voice, his words clearly genuine though it was obvious he was terrified Gerard wasn’t going to believe him. Gerard took a moment to take in everything Frank had said, judging how much he believed it and whether there was anything he should be especially angry about. But though he hated to admit it, it seemed Frank had handled the whole thing well even if he hadn’t told Gerard about it.

“Alright,” Gerard finally whispered, Frank looking at him with wide eyes. “I hope you realise you should have told me about this.” Gerard said softly, his voice firm but surprisingly gentle. Frank stared at him like he was crazy for a second before giving a slow nod.

“I... Y – Yeah.”

“And from now on things are gonna get a bit stricter round here.” Gerard continued, Frank blushing. “From now on when I give you an order, you’ll do as I say or I won’t give you a second chance before I kill you.” Gerard’s words were calm and casual, but his conviction was clear and Frank felt his stomach swirl with fear. “Come here.”

Frank knew Gerard was testing him, he was no longer a man to repeat himself and Frank quickly stumbled forward, walking towards Gerard quickly and stopping once he was just a foot in front of him.

“Turn around.” Frank hesitated for a moment, but just a second of seeing anger swirl in Gerard’s eyes made Frank quickly spin on his heels so his back was facing the older man. He feared the worst when he heard a rustling of fabric, but Gerard wasn’t about to rape him like he was expecting, instead he simply drew out his collar and put it round his throat.

“Fingers.” He said simply, it taking Frank a second to realise what he was expected to do before he remembered and quickly placed his fingers in the shape of a V over his Adam’s apple. Once he had Gerard tightened the collar to the right setting and locked it in place. Frank slid his fingers free and turned back round to face Gerard, tears in his eyes at the familiar feeling of being owned.

“You are never to take this collar off.” Gerard said firmly, Frank bowing his head. “As soon as you’ve finished showering you put it straight back on again. If I ever see you without it I won’t be telling you to put it back on, instead I’ll just slit your throat right where it’s supposed to be.” Frank shuddered at the threat, spoken so calmly and he knew in that moment that he had finally pushed Gerard too far. Instead of making him relent in his ‘master/servant’ relationship ideals, by pushing him he had simply made Gerard fight back even harder. Something Frank’s other masters had never done. Clearly Gerard was not a man who let his anger force him to give up.

“Another thing I will no longer be letting slip is you calling me Gerard.” Gerard continued. “You are to call me Master or Sir. If you ever slip up, even once, even if it’s a mistake, I won’t be forgiving.” Gerard gazed at Frank with intense eyes, Frank trying not to let his chest heave as sobs threatened to break from his throat. “Is that clear?”

“Y – Yes sir.” Frank whispered, his voice almost cracking with the tears stuck in his throat. He could see now how lenient Gerard really had been with him. Frank had known that Gerard insisted he was different to other masters... better than them. But Frank had been so busy trying to plan ways to escape and to refuse everything Gerard wanted that he hadn’t really noticed how good to him Gerard actually was. Sure the punishments were harsh and spiteful... but Frank would never have got into them if he had just done as Gerard asked in the first place. And now it seemed Gerard was no longer going to allow him room for error.

“I have to tell you Frankie, it pains me to do this.” Gerard said softly, Frank gazing at him through his tears. “But I feel like I have no choice. I only give you this chance at all because I believe what you say about Jamia, but one slip up Frank – just one and I’ll wash my hands clean of you forever. I’m fed up having to fight for you all the time.”

Frank couldn’t stop the tears sliding down his cheeks at that, pain tearing through his chest. He wasn’t so sure why Gerard’s words hurt so much. Maybe it was the cold way in which he said them, as if he had stopped caring. Even rage would have been better than this, any emotion would have been better... but it was if Gerard had already decided he was dead.

“I... I won’t mess up this time Ge – err, Master.” Frank flinched, expecting his little slip to cost him big but Gerard ignored it since he had corrected it so quickly, gazing at Frank for a long moment before gently reaching out to cup his chin.

“Good... Then I have just one final demand for you.” He sighed, Frank sniffling and looking at him sadly.

“What’s that master?” He asked softly, trying not to let his voice shake with his tears. This felt worse than any punishment Gerard had given him so far. This he really didn’t know how to handle. All the years of being hurt had made him learn how to cope, but this simple cold, casual way of dealing with him cut like a thousand knives.

“I want you to kiss me.” Gerard’s voice suddenly held some emotion, not much, but Frank could detect the tiniest element of longing to his otherwise stiff words and Frank sobbed as he nodded and stepped forward, slipping his arms around the older man’s neck and tiptoeing up to touch their lips together.

Gerard sighed at the warm contact and wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist, holding him close and kissing him ever so tenderly. He knew that Mikey was going to throw an epi-fit when he found out that Gerard had given Frank yet another chance, but Gerard just couldn’t help it. This time though he would stick to his word, from now on he would be as strict to Frank as everyone had been telling him to be from the start.

Frank sighed and struggled not to cry harder as Gerard’s hands lay gently on his back and held him tenderly close. His kisses were warm and delicate, not hungry or obviously leading to anything else. It seemed as though Gerard was just kissing him purely because he really did want to, and that just made Frank’s heart break even more. He couldn’t understand why Gerard would be like this and he soon he couldn’t stop his tears.

Gerard sighed and broke from Frank’s lips as the younger man started to sob in earnest, crumpling against Gerard’s chest and crying hard as he held him. Gerard hugged him close and hushed him gently, unable to keep up the cold facade in the face of such sorrow.

“Frankie... Shh... Frankie, listen to me.” He whispered, Frank nodding to show he was. “If you’re good to me, I will be good to you. That will never change.” Gerard promised, Frank crying harder still though he nodded to show he understood. Gerard sighed and gently picked him up, surprised when Frank readily wrapped his legs around his waist and clung to him, letting Gerard carry him out of the basement and upstairs to his room.

Frank cried softly as Gerard held him, his heart racing. He didn’t know what he was feeling, why he couldn’t stop thinking about the cold way Gerard had spoke to him, the emotionless look he had had in his eyes or how that had all melted away when he kissed him. The collar felt as though it was choking him, his demands to call Gerard ‘Master’ at all times making him want to just sob forever. He realised now Gerard really had been letting him get away with so much, really had been trying to compromise, and Frank had just been too selfish to notice.

Gerard gently laid Frank in his bed once he reached his room, tucking the covers around him and tilting his face up for another delicate kiss. Frank pouted softly against his lips in return, mewling in slight distress when Gerard pulled back and lifted his bandaged hands.

“I need to change these.” He sighed, looking at the dirty bandages. “Wait here.” He said softly, as if Frank had any other choice, before he left the room. Frank sighed and tipped his head back to rest it against the pillows propped up behind him, tears still running down his cheeks.

He didn’t know what to think anymore... what to feel. He wished he had just told Gerard about Jamia, then maybe Gerard wouldn’t have got mad and he wouldn’t be sat in his bed in his collar now. But then Jamia would only have been hurt... shit, she was still going to be hurt. Frank knew he would have to talk to Gerard about it, beg him not to hurt her but he knew it could cost him his life if he pissed the older man off.

Gerard returned to the bedroom in just a few minutes, carrying some fresh bandages in his hands. Frank awkwardly wiped at his tears as he watched Gerard walk across to his bed, the older man sitting down on the edge and turning his body to face Frank.

“Alright, give me your hands.” He said gently, taking Frank’s hands in his and tenderly starting to unwrap the dirty bandages. Frank sniffled sadly and watched Gerard silently, not daring to say anything just yet until he could judge how Gerard was feeling.

Gerard kept silent too as he unwrapped the bandages and put them aside. He then unravelled the new bandages and started to wind them around Frank’s hands, the wooden brace still stretched across Frank’s fingers to keep his bones in the right position. Frank slowly composed as Gerard wrapped up his hands and secured the bandages, leaning forward to tenderly kiss each bandaged palm when he was done.

“Master...” Frank whispered softly once Gerard sat back, looking at Frank with a questioning expression. “I... What are you going to do to Jamia?” Frank asked ever so quietly, fearing the worst but Gerard’s face remained mostly calm, though he took on a thoughtful look.

“Let me guess, you’re going to ask me to not hurt her?” Gerard mused lightly, Frank blushing and shrugging nervously. He knew that if he said yes then Gerard would get mad, angry that Frank would dare ask him to spare the girl who in his eyes had committed a terrible crime. Besides, Frank knew if he asked for her safety Gerard would only get suspicious over his feelings for her again.

“Well I... Not really. I mean, it’s not my place to say is it?” Frank finally settled on saying, biting his lip as Gerard gazed at him with a curious expression. “I just... I just think that... Well, I think that you could focus on more important things than trying to get revenge.”

Gerard’s eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at Frank, his body tensing as he grew a little irritated. He couldn’t imagine what would be more important than getting revenge on Jamia, but he was intrigued to hear what Frank had to say.

“Really? Like what?” He asked, his voice almost sarcastic and Frank bit his lip.

“Well... I dunno...” He mumbled, thinking quickly. He needed something that would distract Gerard long enough for him to calm down and just forget about the ex gardener. And there was only one thing Frank knew that could work. “Maybe like... me?” He offered softly, leaning in close and slipping his arms around Gerard’s neck. “Master?”

Gerard raised his eyebrows as he stared at Frank, wondering what he was playing at. Was he really going to try and seduce him just to try and protect Jamia? And was Gerard really considering not letting him?

“Frankie, you know as well as I do that the last thing you want right now is sex.” He sighed, gently pushing Frank away and causing the younger man to stare at him in shock. “Don’t whore your body out for her.” Gerard said firmly, sliding off the bed so that there was no way Frank could try to tempt him.

“What?” Frank breathed, watching Gerard with a slightly horrified expression. “I... I’m not... whoring myself.” He spat bitterly, almost choking on the words. He would never do anything like that, he had his pride dammit!

But then... Whoring himself out kind of was exactly what he had been doing...

“You don’t want to fuck me?” Frank asked quietly, starting to feel embarrassed as an overwhelming feeling of rejection crushed into his stomach. He wasn’t even good enough anymore?

Gerard turned slowly to look at Frank, sighing at the sadness swirling in his eyes. He didn’t want to hurt Frank, but that was exactly why he wasn’t going to be seduced by him. To Gerard it was all too obvious that if he were to have sex with Frank he’d only make the void between them even bigger, and it was already big enough as it was.

“Frankie, not wanting to ‘fuck’ you isn’t the problem.” Gerard sighed, folding his arms as he gazed at the gorgeous face of the younger man. A face he ached to see light up with happiness. “The problem is that you don’t want to. And I won’t make things worse for either of us by pretending to pleasure you when we both know it’ll all be fake.” He said simply before turning and leaving the room without another word.

Frank watched him go with a stunned look on his face, his heart racing. He didn’t understand what Gerard had meant exactly, or what he was supposed to feel about it. He felt so exhausted, his head pounding and so he simply slipped down beneath the covers and pulled the duvet right over his head. He hoped Jamia would be okay, but he didn’t have long to worry about it before he fell into an uneasy sleep.

>X<

“How did you find me girl?” Jamia shook lightly as she stood in the darkened, dingy room. She had her arms wrapped tight around her body, surrounded by burly looking men all wearing the same dark clothes. They were all staring at her with intent, expressionless eyes. She could not see their boss other than a dark silhouette at the other end of the room, but just his voice struck fear inside her.

“I – I used to work for another made man.” She stuttered, trying desperately to see the face of the man she was speaking to. He sounded young, but she had learnt after working with Gerard and Mikey that age meant nothing in the mafia. “I used to overhear conversations he would have with the men who worked for him, talking about you. I... I wasn’t sure if this was where you lived, but he always mentioned this place so I thought I should... try.”

“And what, pray tell, would make you try to find me?” The man asked with a sneer, Jamia blushing and struggling to hold her nerve. She was hopelessly afraid, but she needed to save Frankie and she knew this was her only hope.

“I... I need your help.”

“My help?” The man sounded stunned, but he soon start laughing as the rest of his men did the same. Jamia’s blush intensified, her eyes brimming with tears. If this didn’t work she’d have no way of helping Frank, but she was already aware that asking the mafia for help would come at a big price.

“And what,” The man chuckled once he had got over the worst of his laughing, “do you need from me?”

“I need you to help me save my friend.” Jamia replied instantly, clenching her fists in an attempt to keep her courage intact. “He’s being kept prisoner by a mafia boss. His name is Gerard Way, you might’ve heard of him.” Jamia tensed when all the men fell silent, the tension instantly thickening and she shuddered as she heard someone’s knuckles crack.

“Gerard. Way.” The boss snarled, his voice full of venom. “I would do anything to see that man burn.” He whispered, a ripple of fear tingling down Jamia’s spine. Her stomach swirled in slight horror, but deep down she knew that this was a good thing.

“So you’ll help me?” She asked tentatively, fidgeting a little.

“Well I don’t know.” The boss drawled, his voice back to its earlier calm tone. Jamia could imagine him examining his nails, toying with her. “Why would I want help your friend exactly? What is it to me if Gerard has some prisoner. He only takes prisoners to kill them anyway.” He continued, his voice growing bored and Jamia instinctively stepped forward, wanting to implore him but one of the men grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, keeping her in place.

“But he’s not that kind of prisoner!” She cried anyway, desperate for this man to help her. “He’s a pet, like a sex pet. He’s not going to be killed he’s going to be forced to stay there forever and... and...” Jamia choked on her words, fighting back her tears as she struggled against the strong hands restraining her. “You have to help me!”

For a moment the man was silent, but Jamia hoped the fact that she hadn’t been dragged out of the room yet met he was still considering helping her.

“A pet you say...” The man slowly spoke, his voice thoughtful. “What’s his name?”

Jamia blinked stupidly for a moment, the question surprising her. She didn’t see why his name would make any difference but she was eager to cooperate. “His names Frank-”

“Is that so?” The man suddenly gasped, before she had hardly even finished saying his name. “That’s very... interesting.” The man purred, Jamia biting her lip.

“I... It is?” She asked uncertainly, the man chuckling softly.

“Very much so.” The man spoke, his smirk clear in his voice. “In fact, I might even help you... though of course I’d expect something in return.”

“Of course.” Jamia sighed, taking a deep breath before she reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of money. It was everything she had left of the wages Gerard had given her and she tossed it at the man’s feet without hesitation. “I’m sorry, that’s all I have.”

The man’s hand appeared as he leant forward to pick up the cash, a moment passing as he counted the money before he gave a deep sigh of disappointment. Jamia trembled as she waited for his verdict, praying that it would be enough. That he would help her. It felt like forever before he next spoke, but finally he made up his mind.

“Well, it’s no where nearly enough.” He sighed, the sound of his chair scraping across the floor as he got to his feet. “Though I’ve decided I like you, and I suppose if you agree to get me another thousand dollars within the next month then I can help you.”

Jamia’s eyes grew wide in horror, her heart lurching. It was no use, there was no way she would be able to get that kind of money in a month now she didn’t have a job. But then... she supposed if she did all she could to get another job, and worked every hour they would give her, then she might be able to do it. And she could always ask her parents for cash if she needed to, it would be fine... it was fine.

“Alright, it’s a deal.” She whispered, her heart hammering as the men around her sniggered at the boss’s footsteps rang around the room as he began to walk forward.

“Excellent... then consider us partners for the time being miss...?”

“Oh, Jamia.” Jamia quickly responded, watching as a man with long, dirty blonde hair and a short beard stepped into the light. He had a crazy glint in his eyes and a frightening face, his grin cruel.

“Jamia,” He smiled, nodding his head. “My name is Bert, but you can call me Mr. McCracken.” He purred, walking over to her and gently taking her hand. Jamia repressed a shudder as Bert lifted her hand and pressed a faux charming kiss to her knuckles. “Now... let’s go get this friend of yours, shall we?”

Just a quick note guys. I don't know how many chapters are left for this, I'm thinking maybe the next one might be the last or their might be a couple more. I'm not sure which direction I'm gonna pick yet but either way... it's gearing up to the end so I hope you stick with me for this last bit, and that it doesn't disappoint. Muchos love to you all.
xo