FicWad

Hey guys!
So here it is, the final instalment.
I’m so sorry it took so long to get this out, I was so busy with exams and moving out of uni and coming home for the summer... and then a wedding and then my God Daughters christening and just lots of busy busy days I just didn’t have time to sit down and write. Then I did finish this chapter yesterday but being a total idiot like I am I didn’t save as I went along and so when I moved my laptop I accidentally clicked off the document and lost the whole thing x___x
As such I’ve had to spend today re-writing it and I don’t think it came out as good as it did yesterday but it’ll have to do. I wasn’t sure on the ending and considered changing it, it just seemed to come out... bad. But this is how I’ve always wanted it to end and so hopefully you guys will like it :)
And finally, I do have a new story idea in mind and will be starting that soon. First chapter will be up here hopefully pretty soon, the story will be called ‘cigarettes and sass’ and it’s just gonna be a really fun, camp affair so I hope you’ll all join me for it ;D
And now... after this hideously long authors note... Please go enjoy the final chapter and don’t forget to review :D
Ray xox

Mikey was the first to react, his hand tightening around his gun and his teeth clenching for a long moment. He stared at Gerard’s body with a look Frank could only describe as rage, the vein in his temple pulsing visibly as he shook.

“Fuck...” Ray breathed, his eyes wide and full of fear as Mikey strode towards his brother and pushed his shoulder with the toe of his boot. Gerard gasped and choked on a breath that ended in a gurgling noise. Frank felt tears drip down his cheeks as blood bubbled up between Gerard’s lips and Mikey dropped to his knees, lifting Gerard’s body enough to turn him to his side and allow the blood to run out of his mouth.

“Ray, go and call Julian and arrange for a doctor to come here. Bob, make sure everyone else is dead.” Mikey ordered softly, his voice low and empty of emotion. Frank stared at him as he slipped his arms beneath Gerard’s body and slowly hoisted him up. Mikey got to his feet slowly, carrying Gerard bridal style. He scowled at Jamia and then at Frank, his eyes seemed to be burning and Frank flinched as he looked away.

“Those two get put in the basement.” Mikey whispered coldly before he carried Gerard up the stairs, shoving past Frank and making him stumble.

Ray looked shell shocked for a moment, his eyes drifting over Jamia and Frank for a second before Bob pushed him and he stumbled down the hallway to use the phone. Bob himself ignored the pet and the girl, instead he moved silently round the entrance hall, rolling each body onto its back and then shooting it in the head, square between the eyes.

Frank watched with an increasing feeling of sickness in his stomach. It was any wonder he hadn’t thrown up already... He could only stare stupidly at the pool of blood where Gerard’s body had been and wonder where he had been hit. It had all happened so fast, it had looked as though Jamia was going to be shot and then Gerard was just suddenly... there.

“Right, come on you two.” Bob finished shooting the bodies and turned to fix his gaze on the two people still shaking silently. Frank looked at him and struggled not to fall over as his head span, his body swaying dangerously as he tripped down the stairs and to Bob’s side. Jamia stayed where she was, tears making tracks on her cheeks.

“I said come on.” Bob repeated, sterner this time. He took hold of Frank’s wrist and held painfully tight, scowling at the young girl who looked too shocked to move. “Don’t make me drag you...”

Bob’s words seemed to fall on deaf ears, Jamia not even looking at him as she continued to shake. She couldn’t believe what she had witnessed, she had never even seen a fist fight before let alone people getting shot. When she had gone to Bert for help she hadn’t expected any of this to happen. The bodies lying around her were making her panic, her lungs struggling to take in air.

Bob sighed and tutted to himself, releasing Frank to collect the girl. He could tell she was freaking out but he felt no sympathy for her. This was all her fault. It wasn’t the first time one of the family had been hurt, but this seemed to be the most serious. People in this business died every day and Bob had learnt to cope with it, but deep down it never got easy.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn y –” As Bob’s fingers touched Jamia’s wrist the young woman screeched loudly and jumped away from him, yanking her wrist away and cradling her arms to her chest as she turned wide, wild eyes on the blonde man.

“Get away from me!” She screamed as Bob walked slowly towards her. Frank looked at her before just bowing his head and continuing to stare at the blood on the floor. He could barely hear Jamia’s frantic screams as Bob managed to seize hold of her and start to drag her across the floor. Frank thought of all the times he had fought against one of the men when being taken to the basement... now though he had no strength or motivation to try and fight.

Jamia gasped as she slipped on some of the blood, almost falling backwards, only Bob’s tight grip on her arms keeping her up. She screamed louder and choked on her sobs as the strong man pulled her down the hall with ease. He released one of her arms to take hold of Frank’s wrist again but he held Frank much lighter, the younger man following along without complaint. He was clearly in shock and in need of some strong liquor and a cigarette, but Bob was hardly willing to survive.

“Frank! Frank make him let go! We have to escape!” Jamia sobbed, giving up on trying to wrestle out of Bob’s hand alone and pleading with the shorter man instead. Frank didn’t even look at her though and Jamia felt her heart break. “Frank!”

“Get in there and shut up.” Bob scoffed, opening the basement door and throwing Jamia in first. He watched her tumble down the stairs and then shoved Frank in after her. Frank too ended up falling, his bandaged hands proving fruitless in helping him regain his balance.

“If I hear one peep out of you two it’ll be the last noise you ever make. Don’t even try and test my patience.” Bob snarled before slamming the door shut, sending the two into darkness.
>X<

Frank and Jamia said nothing to each other for a long time.

Frank didn’t know how long they had been in the basement, just sitting silently and ignoring each other for the most part, but it felt like forever.

Jamia was sat in the corner opposite Frank’s, her head buried in her arms as she tried to silence her soft crying. Every now and then she turned her watering eyes on Frank but he never returned her gaze. Instead he simply stared down at his feet, his arms wrapped around his knees which he had dragged up to rest against his chest. His chin was laid on top of them, his face expressionless as he tried to get over his shock.

Frank couldn’t believe what he had seen, he just couldn’t come to terms with the fact that Gerard could be dead. He kept replaying the moment he got shot over and over in his head, as if he was watching it all happen again in slow motion. He had been so convinced Jamia was going to be killed, Bert had been aiming at her and then... and then it was as if Gerard just appeared out of nowhere. He just... jumped. He jumped in front of Jamia.

Gerard had saved Jamia.

He had seen her going to be killed... and he had saved her.

Frank couldn’t get over his shock. Could hardly believe he had seen right. Why would Gerard save Jamia? The woman he hated. Frank had been convinced he had had her murdered before, why would he suddenly surrender his own life for her? Frank couldn’t imagine what had possessed the older man to do such a thing, and he didn’t exactly feel... happy... about it. In fact, the thought of Gerard possibly dying or even dead by now made him feel so sick he was certain he was going to throw up.

Jamia’s soft crying was starting to grate on Frank, the noise irritating him. He knew she was frightened but he didn’t have the heart to try and comfort her. This was, after all, all her fault.

Frank bowed his head further and laid his forehead against the back of his bandaged hands, closing his eyes as he tried to pretend that it was all just a horrible dream. He would wake up soon and everything would go back to how it was. Gerard would be fine and Frank could kiss him softly and feel the warmth of his skin, the beating of his heart... He’d be able to hear Gerard tell him again how he had fallen for him...

Frank just wanted to hear it again...

“F - Frankie... Frankie we need to get out of here.” Jamia finally sobbed, struggling to her feet with shaky hands. Frank didn’t look up at her as she stumbled over to him, keeping his head down as he ignored her.

“Frankie... Frank we need to go.” Jamia sobbed, reaching out to grab Frank’s wrist and gasping when he shoved away from her.

Frank looked up and scowled deeply at the crying girl, struggling up to his own feet and backing himself against the wall. Jamia looked shocked and hurt, tears making tracks down her cheeks and making her mascara run. Frank thought she looked disgusting.

“Go where?” He demanded, spreading his arms and looking around the room pointedly. “There’s no where we can go. There’s no way to run away from this Jamia. We’re stuck here until someone comes to get us, and when they do they’ll kill us.” He spat, Jamia choking on her tears.

“No, no Frankie don’t say that –”

“Why!? It’s true!” Frank snapped loudly, storming away from Jamia who moved forward as if to hold him. “You’ve got us into this mess and there’s no way of getting us out of it. This is all your fault!”

“Frankie please!” Jamia begged, her voice reaching a painfully high pitched as she tried not to cry harder. She was hurt and confused, stunned that Frank was being like this. She thought he would have been happy to see her, thrilled that she was trying to help him. She had to admit none of it had gone to plan but they were still alive and she wasn’t going to lose hope yet.

“Frank we can’t just give up.” Jamia pleaded, following the young man across the basement. “We can get out of here, I know it! When someone comes for us we’ll... we’ll fight them together. We can overpower them and –”

“No Jamia, we can’t!” Frank snarled, whirling round to face her so fast that she almost walked right into him. “You just don’t get it do you? I told you not to do this, I told you not to try and help me and you didn’t listen! And now Gerard could be dead because of you!”

“G – Gerard..?” Jamia breathed, tears glistening down her cheeks. “I... Why does that even matter? I hope he is dead!”

“You take that back!” Frank gasped, raising his fist as if to hit Jamia, not that it would have done much good wrapped up in bandages, but the girl still flinched. “Don’t you dare wish death on him, haven’t you already done enough damage?” Frank’s voice now held a profound sadness and Jamia stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?” She breathed, not sure she was hearing right. She thought Frank hated Gerard, why would he be acting like this? “But I.... Frank after everything he’s done to you!?”

“You don’t know shit about what he’s done to me.” Frank interrupted, lowering his fist though his scowl remained on his face. “You just assume you know and now you’ve ruined everything!”

“Ruined everything!?” Jamia repeated, her tears starting to subside now that she was growing angry. “Frank have you lost your mind!? Are you telling me you don’t care that he treated you like an animal? What? Do you want to be owned by someone!?” She demanded, Frank groaning and shaking his head, storming away from Jamia though she followed him.

“Of course I don’t Jamia, you just... you don’t understand! Gerard isn’t like all my other masters, he’s different. He... He loves me...”

“Oh God... Oh God you really have lost your mind.” Jamia whimpered, covering her mouth for a moment before seizing Frank by the shoulder and yanking him round to face her. “Please Frank tell me you’re not this stupid! Gerard doesn’t love you, he just wants to turn you into his pet. That’s not love that’s sick.” She snapped, Frank snarling as he shoved her away.

“Oh what the hell would you know about it!?” He snapped, growing angrier and angrier. He already knew all of this, Jamia didn’t have to say this to him. He told it himself for years already but finally he was starting to see the truth. He was starting to understand why Gerard was so different, why he felt so devastated right now at the thought of losing him.

“You don’t know shit about what it means to be someone’s pet.” Frank spat, his eyes boring into Jamia’s. “You’ve never been in that situation, you can’t possible know what it’s like. But I do. I do know what it’s like and it’s awful, it’s the worst feeling in the world knowing you’re not worth shit to the person who controls your every move. And that’s why Gerard’s different, I wasn’t just his pet, I was important. He cares for me. The only time he ever hurt me was when I disobeyed him, he gave me the rules and it was my own fault if I chose to break them.”

“Frank, stop.” Jamia begged, covering her ears as if she couldn’t bear to hear anymore. “You can’t think like this! How could you talk as if it’s okay to be owned by him, Frankie we need to get out of here. You could be free!.”

“No I couldn’t.” Frank groaned, starting to calm down as his energy deserted him. Too much had happened already for him to keep up his stamina and he slowly sank down to sit on the floor. “I won’t be free Jamia... I would never be free because freedom doesn’t exist.”

“What? Frank how can you say that?” Jamia whimpered, dropping to her knees and trying to take Frank’s hands. “Of course it exists –”

“But it doesn’t.” Frank insisted, looking at Jamia with wide, imploring eyes. “Everyone in the world is owned. Everything we do is dictated by some higher power. Sometimes its religion, sometimes its family, sometimes it’s your boss...” Frank shook his head, his thoughts rushing at a million miles an hour and Jamia looked at him with worried eyes as he rambled.

“Every single person in the world is just living how they’ve learnt to live. Do you think business men would really get up and go to work every morning if they didn’t need the money? Do you think people would obsess over the way they look if society didn’t already dictate how you should be? Do you think we’d have hatred and love and fear if we didn’t get taught it by someone else – everything that makes us a person, everything that builds our personality is the result of conditioned responses. No one is free , we all wear a collar... you can just see mine.”

“Frank this is madness, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jamia whispered, her heart racing in fear but Frank wasn’t even listening to her. It all made perfect sense.

“You know what? I understand that the only reason Gerard is so perfect to me is because I’ve been owned by men much worse. And so to you, he seems awful. For me though he... he’s what I always prayed my other masters would be...” Frank sighed and looked at Jamia, shaking his head slowly. “If I left this place, if I traded in this collar for a collar made by society do you really think I’d feel better? Do you think I’d enjoy working my life away for money I need to survive? Do you think the people who travel around and see the world really are free? Or are they too just a slave to other people’s ideals?”

“Frank stop it!” Jamia snapped, grabbing his hands and gripping gently, not wanting to hurt him but wanting him to focus. “You’re going crazy! It’s this place, you need to get out of here Frank. This way of thinking, it isn’t right –”

“How would you know?” Frank challenged, his voice soft. “How do you know what’s right? Why is it so wrong and abnormal for some men to want to own others? Because societal norms says so. Why is it so weird for some people to enjoy something other people find horrible? What right do you, or anyone else have, to tell somebody else they’re not normal. Or they’re evil. Or they’re wrong. What do you base that off? Laws and regulations and all the shit that society tells you is right, what your police force and your government and your God tells you is right. Well fuck that! I don’t give a shit what you think is right, or what you think is crazy, I’m not helping you escape, I’m not leaving, and I will stay here and I will mourn for Gerard and I will die if it is what is decided!”

“FUCK YOU!” Jamia screamed, slapping Frank hard round the face. She didn’t know why his words hurt her so much, they seemed to touch a raw nerve and she snarled at him as she sat back. “Stay here and die then if that’s what you want.” She spat, tears running down her face. “But you’re crazy, and Gerard and all of his friends are evil and I don’t care if ‘society’ makes me think that. It’s true.” Jamia got to her feet and walked across the room, trying not to cry but she couldn’t stop the sobs ripping through her throat. “I don’t want to speak to you.”

“Good, because I wish you were dead.” Frank snapped back spitefully, feeling some guilt at his words when they caused a particularly pained sob from the young woman but he wouldn’t take them back. He didn’t care if he was crazy, he just wanted Gerard to be okay... He had always dreamed for freedom but now he would sacrifice everything, he would even go back to being Bert’s pet and praying for death every day if it meant that Gerard would survive.

>X<

Mikey stood outside Gerard’s bedroom with a frown on his face, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he paced back and forth. Ray stood beside the door, watching the younger man with a nervous expression. Mikey hadn’t said much since the doctor arrived and Ray couldn’t tell how he was feeling.

“Hey guys.” Bob approached the two men from down the hall, his voice soft as he sighed. Ray gave a small nod of recognition but Mikey just continued pacing for a long moment. Once Bob was leant against the wall beside Ray, Mikey finally spoke.

“Are they in the basement?” He asked bitterly, Bob nodding. “Did they give you any trouble.”

“Not really. The girl was a bit feisty but Frank didn’t do a thing.” He shrugged, Mikey giving a tense nod of satisfaction. Silence fell over the three men again as Mikey paced, the hall quiet. There were no noises coming from within Gerard’s bedroom, Bob wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not.

The three men kept their eyes away from each other and their mouths shut. Bob wondered if Mikey was feeling so anxious because he and Gerard hadn’t been getting along recently. Despite all their arguing Bob was certain Mikey wouldn’t want Gerard to die without settling their differences first. Ray was thinking the same thing, but Mikey was trying his best not to think anything about how he and Gerard had been recently.

Mikey knew that if he lost Gerard now he would be forever tormented with guilt. He had been giving Gerard such a hard time recently, and after whipping him the day before, taking him right back to their abusive childhood... Mikey would never forgive himself if he didn’t have this chance to apologise. He couldn’t lose Gerard without first hearing him say he forgave him.

It felt like forever before the doctor finally appeared, slipping out of the door quietly and clicking it shut behind him. He was a doctor the family knew well, he was used by all of the mafia, he was the only man known to be trusted. He never asked questions and he never ran his mouth, he was also perfect with dealing with wounds in the safety of a person’s home, very rarely needing to go to the hospital.

“How is he?” Mikey demanded as soon as the elderly man appeared from inside the bedroom. He met Mikey’s eyes and sighed, hoisting his medical bag up off the floor.

“He is awake. The bullet hit just beneath his rib cage, he’s very lucky he didn’t suffer any major trauma to his organs. I’ve removed the bullet and stitched the wound, but you will have to look out for any symptoms of internal bleeding.” The doctor passed Mikey a slip of paper with the things he would have to look out for, already walking past him to leave. “I’ll return in the morning.” He promised, Mikey nodding and gesturing for Ray to escort the old man out.

Mikey’s eyes scanned the piece of paper, taking note of everything he needed to keep an eye on before he made his way into the bedroom. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but to his relief when he walked into the room Gerard was propped up on some pillows, his eyes open.

“Mikey...” Gerard smiled softly and opened his arms as Mikey walked over to him, the younger man hesitating a moment before he mewled and fell forward to hug Gerard close. Gerard winced slightly in pain but his grip on Mikey was just as tight, the brothers embracing for a long moment as Bob closed the door.

“I’m so glad you’re okay... I thought for sure I’d lost you.” Mikey breathed, pulling back slowly and closing his eyes when Gerard gently touched his cheek.

“Nonsense. I’ve been through worse.” He smirked, Mikey smiling gently at him. In the corner of the room the doctor had left a pile of blood stained sheets that Gerard had lain on whilst he was cleaned up, fresh sheets now on the bed. “Is Bert dead?”

“Yes. And all of his men. Bob went round and shot them all to make sure. As for Frank and the girl, we’ve left them in the basement. I was going to have them killed too but I thought I should wait for your instruction.” Mikey grimaced a little, half wishing he had just left them be killed. He knew that Gerard wouldn’t allow it now.

“Good... I wish to see them.” Gerard sighed, his voice strained with pain as he struggled to sit up more. Mikey quickly helped him, a small frown on his face.

“I’ll have them brought to you tomorrow –”

“No, now.”

“But Gerard you need to rest.”

“No I don’t, I’m fine. I only need them for five minutes anyway.” Gerard insisted, settling back against his pillows and turning his eyes on Mikey. He challenged him with his eyes; Mikey scowling as he considered arguing, but he knew Gerard wouldn’t let him get away with it. Besides, he didn’t want to use up any of his brothers energy.

“Fine...” He consented, his tone making it clear that he wasn’t happy about it. “I’ll have Bob bring them up.”

>X<

Frank looked up as the basement door opened, a shaft of light spilling over the stairs. Jamia looked over with wide eyes, her lips parted. She had been crying from the moment she and Frank had finished arguing and still hadn’t stopped. Frank was fed up of listening to her, it getting harder and harder to ignore her sobs. He had considered telling her to shut up but he didn’t want to make the situation worse.

“Get up here.” It was Bob’s voice that come down the stairs, his tone firm and Frank automatically got to his feet and made his ways towards the stairs. He was almost grateful to be let out, no matter what was coming next. Jamia though didn’t seem so happy and she followed Frank only after he had got halfway up the stairs and Bob had barked at her that if she didn’t move he’d shoot her down.

Bob gazed over the two teenagers with a bored expression once they joined him in the hallway. Jamia looked as though she might try and make a run for it, so Bob made sure he grabbed her wrist straight away before he closed and locked the basement door.

Frank was looking closely at the blonde man, trying to work out from his expression whether Gerard was alright or not but Bob was giving nothing away. Soon Frank couldn’t bear to keep silent any longer.

“Is Gerard alright?”

“He’s alive.” Bob shrugged, Jamia looking disappointed at the noise and making Frank’s spine ripple with anger. “He wants to see you both.”

Frank scowled deeply at Jamia as they were escorted upstairs, Frank was relieved to hear Gerard was okay but he was still so pissed off that he had been hurt at all that he just wanted to grab the young woman beside him and shake her for being so stupid. He wanted to hit her he was so mad, her frightened look at the thought of going to visit the injured mafia boss making Frank’s stomach swirl with rage.

He hated her.

Bob was silent as he dragged Jamia up the stairs, Frank following beside her. Ray was still stood outside Gerard’s bedroom door as they approached it but Mikey was still inside. Bob said nothing as he pushed first Jamia and then Frank through the door, pulling it shut behind them and making Jamia tremble.

Mikey looked over at the two people and scowled softly; though to Frank’s surprise he didn’t say anything. Frank turned his eyes instantly to Gerard, a lump soaring into his throat as he saw the older man propped against his cushions, clearly in pain but his eyes were as full of intelligence and life as they ever were and Frank had to tense himself to stop himself from rushing towards his master and kissing him until his lungs gave out.

“Well,” Gerard spoke after an agonisingly long silence, his eyes fixated on Frank though he was talking to Jamia as well. “Where should I begin?” He wondered aloud.

Jamia dared to peek out at the mafia boss, her whole body trembling with fear. Frank however was calm, his eyes glistening as he gazed silently at the man who had owned him for some months now. Mikey kept his focus on Jamia, sensing that if anyone was going to cause a problem here it was here.

“I must say I... I still seem to be in shock.” Gerard admitted slowly, finally turning his gaze on the terrified girl before him. “I never expected you to go to Bert; I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so pissed off.” Jamia squeaked softly in terror and lowered her gaze, Frank still gazing intently at Gerard. “Unfortunately for you though, I survived your little attack –”

“I never meant for you to get hurt.” Jamia quickly cut in, her voice full of fear. “I only wanted to save Frank, I never knew that all of this would –”

“Then you are more a fool than we thought.” Mikey interrupted, his words venomous. “Only an idiot would go to the mafia for help and not expect violence. You really expect us to believe you are that naive?” He demanded, Jamia glancing at him for just a second before she turned her gaze back to Gerard, begging him with her eyes.

“Please, please I swear to you I didn’t want this. I just wanted Frank out of here, I just –”

“Silence!” Gerard snapped, tired of her already. His whole body hurt and he just wanted to sleep. He had made up his mind and he wasn’t going to waste time listening to her pleas. “I did not call you here to listen to you beg.” He spat, glancing between Frank and Jamia for a moment before he laid his eyes on Frank. His heart felt as if it were breaking as he looked at the young man, the collar around his neck looking so perfect on him but Gerard knew that it could never remain. Frank had never been broken... and Gerard could see now he would be dead before he let any man see him fall.

“I have called you here...” Gerard sighed, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “To tell you both to leave.” His eyes opened again, Mikey tensing beside the bed. “I am sick to death of all of this madness over just one person,” at this Gerard gestured to Frank. “I have enough conflict to worry about without anymore happening because of something that should be my own private business. The way I see it you should be killed,” Gerard said this to Jamia, the girl starting to look uncertain. “And believe me you would be,” Gerard continued, “If I didn’t need you to help Frank...”

“What?” Frank suddenly cut in, his heart starting to race. He couldn’t understand what Gerard was trying to say, were they going to be killed or not? “I don’t need help... What can she help me with? She should have been killed by Bert, why did you save her?” Frank demanded, needing to know that answer above all others. Gerard met his gaze with a sad smile, the pain in his eyes clear but whether it was physical or emotional Frank couldn’t tell.

“Because if I had let her die you would have never forgiven me.” Gerard whispered, his words making Frank’s heart skip a beat before aching so painfully it felt as though someone had sent a knife through it.

“I... What? You... For me?”

“I told you last night how I feel for you.” Gerard spoke quietly, his cheeks tingeing a light pink colour. He didn’t feel comfortable saying this infront of everyone but he didn’t have much other choice. “Frankie I... I can’t stand to see you hurt another second. I didn’t plan to save Jamia I just... I just acted on impulse. But now that you are both unharmed I can let you both go.”

“Go? Go where?” Frank demanded, refusing to believe what Gerard was telling him. Beside him he felt Jamia relax, tears of hope starting to drip down her cheeks but Frank frantically shook his head. “You can’t seriously be letting me go?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Gerard shrugged, Mikey so tense beside him Gerard knew he had to end this all soon before his brother exploded with rage. Gerard had warned him this was what he was going to do but the youngest Way was far from happy about it. “I’m giving you your freedom Frank, I’m telling you to go. Go away with Jamia, go live a life away from this place and all the people who tried to own you. Go... Get married and... And make a life you’ve always wanted. I’m giving it to you.” Gerard sighed and shook his head, a lump in his throat threatening to choke him. But he wouldn’t cry, this was embarrassing enough without him shedding a tear.

“I... I can’t believe...”

“Frankie this is amazing!” Jamia suddenly squealed, diving on Frank and hugging him tight. Mikey scoffed and turned away, scowling deeply to himself. If he could have his way he’d have the both of them killed, but like Gerard said, once they were gone he could just forget they ever existed. “Frankie we can go!”

“But I...” Frank stared at Gerard with wide eyes, tears falling down his cheeks. Gerard took them to be tears of happiness but inside Frank’s heart was crumbling and falling like cigarette ash. All this time he had been praying this would happen, that he’d get his freedom somehow. But now he was being handed it on a plate he just didn’t feel the joy he had been expecting. Instead he only felt a hideous, embarrassing feeling of rejection. One second Gerard’s saying he loves him and then the next he doesn’t even want him... Frank had never felt a pain so intense and he clutched his chest as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“You just... You want me to go?” He whispered, his voice broken so much it was any wonder Gerard heard him.

“That’s right... Leave your collar and Bob will escort you out.” Gerard nodded at the blonde man who had appeared in the doorway, standing with a stony expression. Jamia beamed at Frank and suddenly pulled him into a kiss, pressing her lips to his but Frank just remained motionless.

Undeterred Jamia hooked her arms around Frank’s neck and peppered his face in kisses, so happy she didn’t even care about the argument in the basement or the panic she had felt when she had watched Bert and his men get killed. All she cared about now was getting home and leaving this entire place behind her. Frank would see... he would see how wonderful freedom was once he was outside.

“Come on.” She whispered softly, her fingers working to undo the clasp of the collar and drop it to the floor. Frank watched it fall with glistening eyes, his face a picture of bewilderment. “Come on, don’t be afraid. Everything’s going to be fine now Frankie, you’re free... you’re finally free.” Jamia kissed Frank again and took his hand, leading him out of the room as Bob beckoned for her to start walking.

Frank stumbled along behind Jamia like a zombie, a roaring noise in his ears making his head spin. This couldn’t be happening, Gerard wouldn’t just let them walk away like this. He’d kill them once they stepped outside the door surely? It just had to be a cruel joke.

Frank’s heart raced as he walked down the stairs and across the hallway. He walked with Jamia out the front door, her hand gentle on his bandaged one. Bob stood aside as they walked out, watching them walk across the drive for a moment before closing the door without a word. Frank glanced over his shoulder, expecting something else to happen but nothing did.

The wind felt cold on his neck where the collar used to be, and Jamia’s happy smile and fast pace were making him feel more and more lethargic.

“God, isn’t this great? I can’t wait to just forget about this place. Hurry up Frankie, come on.” She giggled, tugging harder on his hand but this time Frank stopped, his hand dropping to his side as he stood still and just stared at the woman. “Frank?” Jamia mewled, turning to face him. “Come on –”

“I can’t.” Frank whispered, meeting her gaze and swallowing thickly to try and get rid of the lump in his throat. “I... Can’t go Jamia.” He breathed, Jamia’s lips parting and her eyes growing worried.

“What? Don’t say that, of course you can.” She mewled, trying to take Frank’s hand again but he tugged it away. “Frank please, you’ll love being free. Please trust me, you just have to take this chance.”

“No... No I can’t.” Frank sighed, shaking his head and already starting to turn towards the house. “It’s not about being free... it’s about Gerard. I can’t leave him. I just can’t.” Frank couldn’t explain why he couldn’t bear to walk away knowing Gerard was hurt and in pain back in the house, he just knew that he had to return to him or he’d never rest. He couldn’t say he loved him... Frank didn’t know what love was. He just wanted to be beside him, even though he’d collar him and own him, even though Mikey would make his life a living hell... Frank didn’t care as long as he had Gerard.

“Frank don’t!” Jamia gasped, lunging at Frank and grabbing his wrist. “Frank don’t do this, you’ll regret it! Frankie please –”

“NO!” Frank yanked hard out of Jamia’s grasp and turned to shove her away from him. He pushed her so hard Jamia fell backwards onto the gravel, grazing her arms.

“Frank –”

“I’m not coming with you.” Frank snapped, his body shaking. “You won’t make me change my mind, just leave me alone.” He ordered, Jamia watching him go with shocked, horrified eyes as he strolled back into the house, slamming the door behind him.

>X<

Frank gazed about the fish pond with a serene smile on his face, his feet trailing in the water as the sounds of drilling and hammering came from within the house. The garden was only half completed, the fish pond had been the first thing to be sorted, finished before Frank had even moved in, and his eyes followed the white butterfly koi as it swam lazily around. It was called Vanilla... because then it didn’t matter if it was a boy or a girl...

The house was large, but nothing compared to the manor Frank had been kept in. There was no basement, Frank had made sure, and though there was an attic it was used just for storage. There were just a few rooms, only two spare, and the dining room was attached to the kitchen rather than separate. It all needing redecorating, but Frank was taking a break for the afternoon since it was so warm. All the decorators who had been brought in to help had been told they could rest too, but the work ethic was strong and so few had.

Frank sighed and tipped his head back, feeling the warmth of the sun along his throat. He had had a slight tan line before from where his collar had been, but over the past few months that had disappeared. Now a day’s Frank didn’t have a collar to worry about. Now a day’s Frank was free.

“Not slacking are you?” Frank smirked at the sound of Gerard’s voice and opened his eyes to find the older man looking down at him, a smirk on his face.

“Only a little, care to join me?” He asked softly, Gerard chuckling and sitting down beside his lover with a nod. He slid his arm around Frank’s waist and Frank eagerly cuddled up beside him, laying his head down on his shoulder.

When Frank had returned to Gerard when he had been given his freedom the older man had already been asleep, exhausted from his injuries. There had been some dampness on his cheek that Mikey had insisted was sweat but Frank speculated were tears. Frank had been terrified that day, having to quietly explain to Mikey that he didn’t want to leave, and that he wanted to stay with Gerard no matter what it meant.

Mikey hadn’t exactly been impressed and had taken great pleasure in telling Frank he could stay but that things would get a lot stricter, that he would have to do whatever Gerard wanted no matter what it was and that Mikey would forever hate him. Frank had agreed to it all though, whispering that he just wanted to stay.

Mikey had been shocked then, not certain what the kid was playing at but had decided that Gerard would be allowed to choose whether Frank stayed or not once he woke up. He had even let Frank take care of the older man, Mikey leaving the room and letting Frank make sure Gerard was okay whilst he slept.

Whilst Gerard had been sleeping he mewled Frank’s name multiple times, his face crinkling as if having a bad dream and Frank had held his hand and watched him with soft eyes. He had realised then that he would be glad to be Gerard’s pet... at least if he behaved he would be treated fairly and really that’s all he had ever wanted in life. His pride fought against it but even pride loses when it comes to love.

Frank sighed and curled up closer to Gerard, smiling as the older man pressed a kiss to his hair. When Gerard had woken up to Frank it had been made clear very quickly that he was ecstatic to see the younger man, and that if Frank chose to stay it would be as a lover and not as a pet. The months following had been a whirl wind of change from then... Frank’s hands had healed as had Gerard’s wound, and after much discussion Gerard had agreed that he and Frank would move out of the manor into a place of their own.

Mikey had gladly stayed in the manor, taking care of business when Gerard wasn’t around. He hated seeing Frank and Gerard together so it was easier on everyone living apart. Gerard was still the don of the family, so decorating the new house had been slow going since he was away a lot but Frank didn’t mind. He had never been happier.

“Mm... This reminds me of that day I showed you the pond in the old house.” Gerard smiled as he sat with Frank, watching the koi and stroking his fingers over Frank’s bicep. “I loved that day... it was the first time you seemed to warm to me.”

“Mm,” Frank nodded, smiling as he kissed Gerard’s cheek. “It was a great day for me too... we had some nice moments, looking back.” He smirked, Gerard sighing and nodding.

“I guess... If only I hadn’t tried to dominate you all the time, we could have been at this stage so much sooner... missed out on so much pain...” Gerard’s voice grew distant, Frank glancing at him and frowning slightly.

“Hey,” He mewled, taking Gerard’s hand and squeezing. “Don’t think like that. We’re here now and that’s all that matters... anyway, you know I understand now... Why you tried to own me in the first place.”

“It doesn’t excuse it.” Gerard insisted, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. “Everything I did then was stupid. It was just... some ridiculous game. This need to play with power.”

“Gerard.” Frank sighed, pulling his feet out of the water and moving to straddle Gerard’s lap. He draped his arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes, smiling soothingly. “Stop beating yourself up about it. None of that matters anymore. It all happened for a reason, if it hadn’t been for your childhood, for your father –”

“No. I won’t blame my father for my own mistakes –”

“Gerard.” Frank groaned, cupping the older man’s face and frowning at him. “Just stop okay. Please. It’s all in the past. Please let’s just forget about it... I don’t care about it anymore, in fact, I’m glad it happened. If it hadn’t then I wouldn’t have met you, and right now you’re perfect. And right now is what matters.” Frank sighed and shook his head fondly, used to Gerard getting these feelings of guilt. When he agreed to give up on owning Frank as a pet he had opened up to him and revealed things from his past that before only Mikey had known.

Frank understood now why Gerard had such an insatiable lust for power. He craved it more than anything, needed it to feel like he was worth something. It was part of why he was so successful in the mafia, and Frank knew that sometimes even now he struggled not to revert to his old ways and hurt Frank when things got bad. But Frank had learnt how to calm him, and though their relationship was fiery, Frank wouldn’t have it any other way.

He even still wore the collar sometimes... when he knew Gerard would be home late after a tough day at work... he would slip the collar on and drape himself naked over the bed. It never failed to cheer Gerard up, and Frank quite enjoyed the consequences too.

“Now, tell me you love me.” Frank smirked, Gerard looking at him and smirking softly before he sighed and wrapped his arms around Frank’s waist.

“I love you. You know I do.” He smiled, Frank beaming as he leaned in and pecked his lips.

“Mm... I love you too...” He purred, nuzzling his cheek against Gerard’s neck for a moment before he moved up to nibble his ear. “Now... Show me?” He asked innocently, Gerard biting his lip.

“How?”

“Make love to me? Right here.” He breathed, his voice already a little husky as his fingers toyed with the buttons on Gerard’s shirt.

“Here?” Gerard repeated, his body starting to heat up instantly at just the idea. “But if someone comes out then they’ll see...”

“So let them see.” Frank giggled, starting to undo the older man’s shirt. “I want them to see how crazy you make me.”

“Oh fuck Frankie...” Gerard groaned, gripping Frank’s waist tighter and flipping them round so that they were lying beside the pond, Gerard lying down above Frank to pin him to the grass. “You’re so bad.” He growled before capturing Frank’s lips in a desperate, heated kiss.

Frank giggled softly as he flung his arms around Gerard’s neck and kissed him with an equal passion, his body by now perfectly attuned to letting go and submitting once Gerard got his hands on him. Frank had realised once becoming Gerard’s lover that he had always been a submissive person, he just didn’t want to be when he was expected of it. He wanted to be submissive because he chose to be, and not because someone else chose him to be. And now that he had started submitting to Gerard wilfully he had come to find that Gerard was an absolute God of pleasure.

Gerard made quick work of both his and Frank’s shirts, pushing them aside before devouring Frank’s lips once more in a passionate kiss. Gerard was a fiery lover, when he got in the mood he was thrilling. Frank had never had lazy, dreamy Sunday sex, they had tried a few times... but it always ended up passionate and heated. Frank had to take some responsibility for that though... considering how much he had been fucked in his life it had only been with Gerard where he ever had a real orgasm... and the climaxes he achieved now were so intense it was impossible to be dreamy about it.

Frank chuckled softly at the thought and groaned as Gerard started to kiss down his neck, nibbling and sucking playfully as he tugged Frank’s jeans down his legs so that he could kick them away. Neither man cared if anyone saw them, they were too consumed in each other.

“Mm... Oh Gerard, I love you...” Frank mewled, arching his back slightly as Gerard shimmied out of his own jeans and allowed their naked bodies to touch. It was the first contact of skin on skin that always got Frank going and he pressed his body up against Gerard’s, trying to close all the gaps between them and feel every inch of Gerard’s milky skin.

“Oh.. I love you too...” Gerard growled, his mouth dipping lower until his tongue to snake around Frank’s nipple. Gerard smirked at the squeak he got in response, Frank tensing and then shuddering as Gerard started to suckle gently around the rosy nub. Frank was a very responsive guy, and Gerard delighted in the soft pants and whines he pulled out of him as he sucked and nibbled on the soft mound in his mouth.

As Gerard moved across to the other nipple Frank whispered soft words of encouragement, his hands exploring the older man’s back before diving lower to squeeze and massage his soft ass. Frank had come to adore Gerard’s body, finding every last inch of him utterly perfect and he moaned in delight as Gerard sucked particularly hard on his nipple before continuing his descent.

“Tell me how it feels Frankie...” Gerard ordered huskily as he kissed his way down Frank’s navel, his erection sliding down Frank’s leg as he moved down. Both men got hard quickly, but Frank was already leaking pre cum without Gerard even touching his cock. Gerard loved that about him though, Frank really was still a lusty teenager, especially since all this pleasure was new to him, and some days Gerard’s sex drive couldn’t even match Frank’s.

“O – Oh... It feels good...” Frank praised, his voice shaking with anticipation. His fingers wound into Gerard’s hair as he kissed further down, his breath head against the tip of Frank’s cock. He groaned softly and wound locks of Gerard’s hair around his palms, his panting growing heavier when Gerard skipped down to sat sucking and licking against Frank’s balls.

“Ah Gerard... Oooh... Fuck, you know I love that.” Frank groaned, his voice strained and he bit his lip when Gerard chuckled softly against the base of his shaft, his tongue lapping over the velvet skin there.

Gerard didn’t waste time in sliding his tongue up the length of Frank’s erection, digging his tongue into the slit at the top and gathering up all the pre cum already there. He loved the way Frank tasted and he wrapped his hand around the base, lifting his cock from his stomach so that he could slide his mouth down him and start sucking.

Frank gasped and moaned softly, arching his back and tightening his grip on Gerard’s hair. Gerard bobbed his head up and down Frank’s length with ease, hollowing his cheeks and sucking eagerly with an obscene slurping noise. Frank was already feeling so turned on he knew that he was leaking copious amounts of pre cum but he didn’t care, Gerard had never complained about it before.

Gerard groaned a little around the engorged flesh in his mouth and lathed his tongue all around Frank, the pulsing of his vein making his cock twitch repeatedly, the head bumping against the roof of Gerard’s mouth a few times but Gerard loved it. He loved how Frank’s entire body responded to him so beautifully.

Frank squeezed his eyes shut and surrendered to the pleasure wracking through him, his legs widening when he felt a fingertip start nudging against his anus. Frank found it easy to relax now, his body used to Gerard’s length and girth but he appreciated the fact Gerard still took the time to prep him, no matter how lost in the heat of the moment they were.

Gerard opened his eyes and gazed up at Frank through his eyelashes as he started to push his finger inside him. His jaw was aching a little already from his enthusiastic sucking, but he wasn’t in any mind to stop. The look of pure pleasure on his younger lovers face made his own cock twitch in delight and Gerard soon pushed a second finger inside Frank, eager to continue.

Frank groaned and moved one hand out of Gerard’s hair to press over his own mouth, trying to stifle his soft squeaks as Gerard began to thrust and scissor his fingers inside him. Frank’s hips seemed to move on their own accord, pushing down against Gerard’s fingers before bucking up into his mouth as pleasure tingled up Frank’s spine. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on long if this continued and he struggled to choke out some words.

“G – Gerard... Gee w – wait... stop... Ngh... You’ll m – make me cum...” He warned, gasping and moaning dejectedly when Gerard suddenly pulled off his cock and slid his fingers out of him. The pleasure that had been building so wonderfully suddenly stagnated and fell, Frank’s dick twitching painfully as he ached for orgasm.

“Fuck... Gerard please... Please hurry.” Frank moaned, his hands gripping at the grass as he whimpered for the pleasure he had lost. Gerard sighed at the sight of him, loving how needy Frank became in these moments and he rushed to spit into his palm and lather the wetness over his own erection. Gerard was just as impatient as Frank was and he ached to be inside him.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly as he leaned over Frank and nudged the tip of his erection against his quivering entrance, Frank groaning and nodding his head.

“Ah, you know I am.” He whimpered, his hands coming up to grip at Gerard’s biceps and he gasped when he felt the older man start to slide into him. It never hurt anymore but it was still strange to feel his body opening up to accommodate Gerard’s erection, the feeling of his shaft sliding snug against Frank’s inner walls never failing to intoxicate both men.

“Fuck... Oh God... God that’s good.” Frank groaned, tipping his head back and clinging to Gerard’s back as he began to move. The rhythm started steady at first, Gerard pulling back about halfway before slowly nudging back in, just giving themselves time to adjust and let their pleasure stabilise before things began to intensify.

Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank, lifting his body a little so that he had a better angle inside him as he began to thrust faster and faster. He kept his thrusting gentle, not wanting to pound into the younger man when they were supposed to be making love, though he couldn’t slow down. He gasped and groaned along with Frank as he slid deep inside him, the friction against his cock almost too good.

“Oooh... Oh Frankie... Frankie I love you...” Gerard groaned, panting softly as he angled his hips to find Frank’s sweet spot. It was pretty easy to find and he soon had it in his reach, the head of his erection pressing against it with each thrust in.

“Fuck!” Frank groaned, arching his back and wrapping one leg tight around Gerard’s waist as he moaned loudly, his other leg coming up so high his calf was resting against Gerard’s shoulder blade, supported there by Gerard’s arm lifting it up. “Oh Gee.. Oh Sugar... That... That’s so good...” Frank gasped, his voice strained from the force of his pleasure.

Gerard sighed and moaned softly in response, pressing his face into Frank’s neck. He breathed in the delicious scent of cologne off Frank’s skin and kissed hungrily at his sweat dampening flesh, Frank’s ass clenching rhythmically around him and he knew he was close.

Frank’s head was spinning so fast he couldn’t think straight, lost in a haze of love and pleasure so intense he felt as though he could cry. He bucked his hips and arched his back, writhing about on the grass as he became possessed with delight, his hands slipping on Gerard’s back as he sobbed for more. It was hot and it was desperate, but Frank didn’t need it to slow down to be able to feel the love radiating off Gerard.

“Unn... Nnghh... Gerard I... I’m gonna cum baby...” Frank groaned, tightening his hold on Gerard until his cock was sandwiched between their stomachs, the friction against it driving him over the edge. Gerard opened his mouth to tell Frank to cum but it was already too late, Frank crying out as he exploded hard all over their stomachs.

The feeling of Frank’s ass clenching tight around his cock was Gerard’s undoing, the way Frank’s inner walls pulsated all along his shaft was too much and soon the older man was cumming inside him, crying out his name as he held Frank tight and rode through burst after burst of pleasure.

As the two men rode through their climaxes Gerard slowed his thrusting until he was simply rolling his hips against Frank’s soft buttocks, his cock seated fully inside him as he rubbed against his prostate. Frank felt as though he came forever, Gerard milking him of his orgasm until nothing but tiny tears of cum leaked from his tip, smearing against his stomach as Gerard sat back and pulled out of him.

Frank hissed and shuddered as the usual emptiness took over him once Gerard had slid free, cum dripping from his still quivering ass and he whimpered as he held his arms up. Gerard chuckled and lay down beside him, wrapping his arms around him and cradling Frank to his chest.

“Fuck... You’re amazing.” He purred, stroking Frank’s hair and peppering the side of his face in loving kisses. His heart was hammering in his chest and he felt overwhelmed with feeling for the younger man, just wanting to hold him in the sun all day long and caress his gorgeous body.

“You too Gee...” Frank mewled, exhausted and spent. He was still tingling all over and he smiled as he tipped his face up to gently kiss his lover, mewling soft words of love to him and giggling at their ridiculous soppiness. Frank had never thought he’d be much of a romantic, but Gerard brought out lots of sides in him he never knew he had. He supposed they had an unorthodox relationship, and even now there were still plenty of times when Frank had to sit and wonder how they ever got here... but he was happy. And he was loved. And he knew that being as in love with each other as they were, it made them both each other’s servants. Their devoted, submissive slaves both craving for the other to say they loved them, that they made them happy...
But at the same time they both held immense power over the other. For they were both the master of the other’s heart. And Frank knew, in a weird fucked up kind of way... that was what freedom truly was.

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