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If You Stay all I'm Asking For Is

by Dmitri-Way 3 reviews

Irresponsible. Who gives a 14 year old alcohol? I grit my teeth remembering the feeling of that drunken angel against me.I am going straight to hell.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Drama,Horror,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Published: 2012-07-24 - Updated: 2012-07-24 - 1991 words

2Original
Mikey's POV




I unlocked the back door, slinking my back pack down by the couch in favor of a Play Station controller. I had taken my last final today so there would be no homework this weekend, or at all for the next 3months or so.“Anyone up for getting there asses kicked in Soul Caliber?”! A chorus of no came from Franks room, I wonder what could possibly be occupying those two... I started the game and was/so/ close to terminating Kilik when Ray startled me and I was kicked from the arena. “Duuude!” Ray chuckled, “Don't sneak up on me!” “ I didn't sneak up on you Milky, your just deaf.” He picked up the other controller. I sighed and did that teenage thing, that sound you make when the world is just out to get you. As much as I tried there wasn't a way to make fun of Ray's name. I could call him Raylina but it just wasn't nearly as good as Milky... I got my ass handed to six of seven times before Frank and Gee entered the room. “Have a nice go you to did, eh?” Ray said in n Australian accent. Which he only used when making fun of someone, and occasionally reared itself while he was drunk. Frank just grinned while Gee looked embarrassed in that deviant way. Gerard collapsed on a bean bag while Frank went to the Fridge to pull out afew beers. “ Hey Milky, do you want one?” He said mischievously. “Frank!” the GeRay chorus sounded. “It's a school night!” Gee continued. “it's Friday!”“whatever” he said in that duh kind of way. Frank handed me one anyway and I tried not to upchuck as I took a swig of the putrid stuff.




The guys were all two or three in when I finished mine, I was feeling alittle weird, mostly like I needed some milk. But I wanted to get drunk so I ignored that want and squelched the growing nausea. It's always Frank “Hey Ray, lets play the Buffy/Angel drinking game!” He grinned. We ended up putting in season five of Angel,

The rules were:

-Take a shot :

-Every time Angel sighed, or sulked.

-Every time Angel got in a fight with Spike.

-Every time a vampire/demon was slayed.

-And Every time Ray paused to point out/argue/correct a fallacy in: one of Fred's Physics tangents or a myth or something disturbing.




Angel's pouting only warranted half a shot in which the other half was Blackberry juice. Needless to say everyone was suitably shit-faced by the end of the episode.




“Okay okay okay”

Gerard began unprovoked, before dissolving into giggles.




“Thank you for sharing your faggotry with the class Mr. Way” Ray said.




“Anything to add to that Mr. Iero?” Frank looked up winking at all of us on the couch.




“Cute Ain't he”




“Yup” Ray took a sip of his beer, making a face.




“Eh, not at cute as me” I tossed my brown locks over one shoulder, they had began to curl at the ends even after I had so painstakingly straitened them this morning.




Ray chuckled “Definitely not, Mikey your beauty shines like the fire of a thousand stars”

“Well fuck you, I'm gorgeous” I joked




“You offering?”




Ray retorted with just a little to much predator in his voice. No one else caught it. Frank had turned around to face Gerard and was slowly scaling my brothers body.

“Get a room you two!”

I bonked Frank on the head with an empty beer can which dribble-spilt onto Gerard

“Party foul!”

“lemme help you clean that up sweet thang'”

Frank shot up to his feet, helping a drunken Gerard upstairs. I looked back at Ray who was pretending to be fixated on the remote. “One more episode” I asked though I knew the answer, Ray gave in to nearly everything I wanted, even more so when he was drunk. This happened to be a particularly scary episode, we were halfway through“Lets go swimming!” I said like it was the best idea ever. Ray grabbed my arm. “Milky, your drunk, you will drown.”“Please, this part is scary” He sighed and pulled me into his side “I'll protect you” There was something so comforting in him saying that but it felt...out of place somehow. Icuddled next to Ray regardless. Minutes passed in silence. Ray opene his mouth as if to speak but the words died in his throat. Ipretended not to notice. It was I who finally broke the silence.“Ray, I think I understand why you do what you do” Ray cocked his head wearing a look of amusement but his eyes grew dark. “You didn't hate any of them, you weren't angry at them right?” He know's what I'm referring to. It may just be the light of the television screen but color seems to shade his cheeks in the lightest of flushes. “The way I see it, its like... When you eat meat, your not eating the cow because you're pissed at cows, your eating them because you need them, to sustain yourself and you like the way they taste?” I ended the last bit slightly more awkward than I intended. Ray's full lips curved up in to an approving smile“That's a really good way to explain it Milks” His eyes where lightly lidded giving him a very sensual expression. I was still curled beneath his arm like how someone might be positioned with a girlfriend, or a child. His head hung over mine and his pouting lips were so reachable, I wanted to lift my hand and feel them with my thumb I wanted to feel them with my own lips I wanted them pressed against every ounce of skin I had. If I did something now and Ray rejected me I could always act oblivious tomorrow, or blame the alcohol. In this state anything I do is pretty much retractable. My heart beat speeds up and I'm sure he can tell. He pulls his eyes from the screen down to me and I straighten up. Those lips beckon me, I turn to face him swinging one leg over his knee's so that I straddle his lap. My hands go on either side of his face and I make sure that my bottom lip collides with his top so that they graze and bounce off of each other. My tongue snakes out and brushes his lip, he does the same to me punctuating it with asharp bite. Ray doesn't necessarily ask for permission, his tongue is viscous, is teeth sharp, I can taste the beginning of blood plasma I let out a breathy noise, my vocal chords are to overwhelmed to form a moan. It takes everything I have not to melt. I can feel the distended fabric of Ray's bottoms pressed up between my legs, I shift very slow and decisive, grinding hard against his cock. He makes something low and terrifying and hot deep in his throat. Its been set off, the fuse to a string of fire crackers. We're furiously trying to become one person motions hard and touches frantic. Pressing arching into each other unable to breathe in enough skin. Ray is an entity, he is a planet with an immense gravity field. Right now I am locked desperately in his orbit, there is no wandering, no world outside of his. Outside of breathing him in. I slide off of Ray's lap and kneel in front of him. I take his zipper into my mouth positioning my hands at his hips. I unhook the button so the only thing between Ray and Iis boxers. I brush my lips down his clothed length, running my tongue along it and nibbling in the slightest others, Ray moans that throaty sound and I'm very pleased with myself. I pause pulling back the band of his boxers to – a hand flat against my chest shoves me backwards. “No” I looked up, knowing that he was retreating, his walls were up again, he was going to hate me.“Ray, I...” I meant my voice to show that I was sober, that I knew what I was doing, that I wanted him. Instead it came out childish and pathetic, like a slurred broken toy. “I, you can't , goodnight” He ran his hand through his hair and the curly mass seemed to absorb it just for a moment. I didn't move from where I was a foot away from between his knee's, my back arched, hands caught behind me. “But Ray I-” “/Go /to Bed” He used that lethal voice. The one I had only heard him use on my father, he used it for control. The one that meant that he is still dangerous. I could feel myself falling apart my lips dropped my eyebrows twisted and worst of all I could feel the tears running down my cheek. Pathetic. I ran up the stairs as fast as possible.







Ray's POV




Theres something in that boy that's sent to tempt.




The air outside is warm and thick with the after-works of rain. My mind is clouded and my teeth feel heavy in my mouth. That aching want burns over me. I need a kill, but not tonight it would be sloppy unplanned, dangerous to say the least. The moon pokes through the clouds, instead of its usual welcoming bask it frowns at me casting aparticularly sickly yellow, tinging the ground sallow where I walk. With each step the concrete becomes hotter until it heats to the point of liquid and swallows me. My steps are straight until I reach the pool house door. Then I collapse into it putting my weight against the knob as it swings open. /Good night moon/. The interior is pitch black aside from the the leaking starlight that bleeds through the single opaque curtain. I walk past it and straight into my lair.




This room when I was a child was the recreation room. It held the computer I was allowed to play on, along with a couch a TV and various gaming stations and toys.

It held now nine monitors, four on the wall, three on the desk and two laptops. Along with an assortment of computer equipment various routers needed in trashing my IP every minute and a half. I booted Molko (that was his name, the computer) and typed in the command prompt to run: boy_space. A slide show of my favorite boys. This is what I used when I needed him. I leaned back in my chair closing my eyes. I gritted my teeth remembering the feeling of that drunken angel against me.




I'm going straight to hell.




I'd watch him while he slept occasionally. The passive nearly angelic expression his face takes on, his naked chest against the perfect white sheets, so inviting that it pains me not to reach out to touch it. His hair spread out in uneven honey-brown locks across the pillow. I thought even, he smelled of honey and bread dough, new, he smelled virgin and new. Then a hot anger passed over me. That monster that touched him, that pulled the pedals off an unsoiled rose, with no appreciation for its beauty. I am not a hypocrite. Every boy I've ever taken I have had the deepest gratitude towards. That heathen wouldn't know what that is, to do that to you're own is inexcusable. Which is why I could never... I remembered his lips against my... my hands against...our lips against each other...each.... I opened my eyes and stared at the screen, idly/drunkenly stared, pretty faces filled with tears, Brian was this ones name, his hair was long and exactly the color of of charred wood. He made very lovely noises, Iwish I still had those now, they would help. I sighed and sat forward.




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