Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Darling
A/N: Wow! Chapter 17! Three more and this one is done! You know what that means right? Time for a teaser of the next one! The next fic is going to follow the pattern that I established of a fluffy one to go along with the dark one. Soooo at the request of my wonderful beta's I have decided to take on...drum roll please...Fruit's Baskets! No no no, I am not telling you anything here, Would I be the Queen of Tease if I did? Next chapter of Darling I will have a teaser for you guys. Okay on to the chapter. See how I smoothly segued into that? ^0^
In this chapter we continue our look into Gerard's mind as he creates more Fabulous Killjoys. This chapter also marks the last appearance of Mikey...maybe. No it does. He may pop up with the rest if the cast in the last chapter, but nothing but a farewell will be in order, So everyone way bye to him and Ray as they ride off into the sunset on their white horse, because Mikey really does hate unicorns.^0^
Also my heart goes out to all of the MCRmy, Black Paraders, and fellow Killjoys who were effected by that stupid prank someone pulled yesterday by hacking the MCR twitter account. I am happy that Gerard was on top of it and he was genuinely sorry that some of us were hurt by it. That alone proves he really gives a shit about us honestly. ^-^ We heart you Gee!
*Exterior Tunnel Exit*
”We are coming to you live from the scene of the last attack of the Red Head Rapist, we have an exclusive interview with his last victim. His eyes have been covered to protect his identity. So can you tell me what it was like sir?”
”It was horrible, well maybe not horrible, but it was pretty bad.”
”Did you get to see your attacker's face?”
”No, he was wearing this yellow mask, but I could see his eyes. They were really pretty.”
”What? I mean…weren’t they cool and calculating and filled with no mercy for you?”
”Oh yeah sure, but there was something else there too.”
”Something else?”
”Yeah, like a challenge. Like he was trying to find someone that could beat him at his own game.”
”Hmmm interesting. So do you have any words for your attacker?”
”Yeah I do…I’M COMING FOR YOU FUCKER! YOU WON’T GET THE DROP ON ME NEXT TIME AND I AM THE ONE WHO IS GOING TO FUCK YOU!”
”Holy shit! Hey asshole, we're live! Bob, cut the feed!”
Brian could not believe this guy! He was supposed to be a victim! He was supposed to say stuff like 'the police will catch him', not issue retaliation on live television!
”What the hell were you thinking dude?!”
”What?”
”You can’t curse like that on live TV and threaten people!”
”But you did!”
”Yes well I was shocked by you and forgot myself for a moment.”
”Whatever, I have to go and prepare.”
”Do you really think he saw this?”
”Oh yeah, he is a narcissistic bastard. I know he was watching.”
”Were his eyes really like that?”
Frank turned from where he was heading and looked at the reporter. He was so naive like Frank once was.
”Yeah, and next time I am going to be looking into them when I slam him into the ground.”
Brian watched as Frank walked off with a bit of a swagger in his step. He believed that the guy would try something stupid like that. That gave him an idea.
”Hey Bob, let’s make sure we're back here tonight. I have a feeling we could get an exclusive on this guy. If we did, it would put us in the anchor chair for sure!”
”I don’t know Bri. It doesn’t sound like a smart idea. This guy sounds dangerous.”
”Exactly! It would make our careers! Look, I’m coming with or without you.”
Bob liked Brian, but the guy was nuts sometimes. Too grandiose for his own good. Still he knew he had to protect Brian from his own stupidity.
”Alright Bri, we’ll be here tonight.”
Brian walked over to Bob and kissed him on the cheek. Bob turned a shade of red that was amusing to Brian. He took his hand and they walked off together, Brian making plans and Bob trying to catch glimpses of his ass.
*Interior: Party Poison’s hideout *
” I’M COMING FOR YOU FUCKER! YOU WON’T GET THE DROP ON ME NEXT TIME AND I AM THE ONE WHO IS GOING TO FUCK YOU!”
”Interesting.”
The man calling himself Party Poison sat on his sofa watching the interview with his latest conquest. They hid his eyes, but it was his lips that Poison was concentrating on. He remembered how sweet they tasted and how much he wanted to possess them again. He rubbed his crotch as just the thought of it made him hard.
”Well Pretty, I guess we have a date to meet again, don’t we?”
Poison heard whimpering next to him as he switched the TV off. He put the remote down and turned to the boy next to him. He was intricately tied up so that his legs were bent at the knee and both halves were bound together. This meant that he was splayed open for use. Poison reached up and caressed his face. The bar gag was held firmly in the boy’s mouth. His hands were secured behind his back and he squirmed as he tried to pull away. Poison leered and licked up the side of the boy’s neck.
”Awww Kidd, are you jealous? Worried that I will replace your pretty ass with his?”
Poison’s partner in crime, Jet Star, came out of the small kitchen, carrying two beers. He placed them on the table and flopped onto the sofa on the other side of the boy. Jet was the one that captured the boy on his last excursion out. During the first night the boy actually got the drop on Jet. He had this fighting style where he held his hands like the head of a snake. He used this move on Jet and fucked up his eye so badly that he now has to wear an eye patch. When Poison and him finally broke the boy, Jet decided to name him Kobra Kidd because he fought like one. The first name had a sort of power to it though so they never referred to him by it. Jet looked over at Poison and saw that he was already in just his boxers.
"Man Poison, I hope you weren’t going to start the party without me?"
Poison chuckled at Jet’s little joke as he watched Jet shimmy out of his jeans. Like Poison, he kept the rest of his clothes on. There was no need to be completely naked just for Kidd. Jet reached over and patted Kidd’s knee condescendingly.
”Don’t worry Doll, you will always have a place on my cock, isn’t that right Poison? We would never want to let this little shiny go. He still has so much to learn. Speaking of learning, time for another lesson wouldn’t you say?”
”You are reading my mind Jet.”
The two men advanced on the bound boy. He attempted to try and push them away, but of course it was futile. Jet grabbed him by the hair and bit hard into his neck. Kidd cried out through the gag. Poison reached out and tore away the flimsy material that was keeping his modestly. As much as he knew Kidd didn’t want it to, his cock was getting hard from Jet’s attention. Poison grabbed onto it and started to quickly fist it. Kidd moaned as he bucked into Poison’s ministration.
"Does it feel good Kidd? Well old Jet here is going to make you feel even better.“
Jet lifted Kidd up despite his protests and he sat him on his lap. Poison spat on his hand and quickly shoved two fingers inside of Kidd. Kidd cried out again as Poison stretched him while Jet pulled his cock out of the opening of his boxers. He spit on his hand and slicked himself up. Then Poison pulled his fingers out and Jet once again lifted Kidd up, but this time he pushed him down onto his cock. Kidd screamed around the gag and this made both Jet and Poison smile. Poison removed the gag and covered Kidd’s mouth with his own, savoring the noises he was making. Tears started to stream down Kidd’s face and Poison lapped them up and licked his lips.
”Mmmm, I love the taste of fear on you Kidd.”
He reached down and started to jerk Kidd’s cock while Jet picked up the pace and pumped into his tight ass. Kidd began to drool at being used like this. Poison knew he was loving every minute of it. They trained Kidd well. Now if they could just get Frank here, Poison could train him to be his bitch and they would be one big “fucking” family.
”Fuck Poison, stop daydreaming and get in on this shit!”
”Right sorry Jet. Just thinking about that sweet piece of candy floss I had the other night.”
”Yeah, well worry about this one right now. We’ll get to your Pretty, don’t worry.”
Poison smirked and grabbed the lube. He slicked himself up and let go of Kidd’s cock. Jet lifted Kidd up a decent height and Poison joined Jet’s cock inside of Kidd. By now Kidd was delirious with pain and pleasure. He had lost it and was close to passing out. Poison reached behind Jet and grabbed the top of the sofa and used it as leverage to thrust into Kidd more. The friction was almost too much for both men.
”Fuck this motorbaby is too tight. Should have worked him open more.”
”Man, next time, next time.”
Poison felt the heat pooling in his loins and he pushed in one last time as he came at the same time Jet did. Kidd had cum at some point too, but neither man noticed. Poison pulled out and sat on the coffee table. He lit a cigarette as he watched Jet push Kidd off of him. Kidd was shaking and his eyes were glassy. Jet slapped him on the ass and Kidd winced. He looked over at Poison who laughed and offered Jet a beer. They slammed the cans together and toasted to the future.
*Bob*
This was a bad idea and Bob knew it, but he just could not say no to Brian. He knew how much Brian wanted that anchor job. He was always trying to come up with ways to get in that chair. But what Brian didn't know was that the owners of the network though he was just another pretty face with a great ass that they made Bob zoom in on when filming his segments. Not that Bob disagreed with them, he did have an awesome ass, but it was not right that they were leading Brian on with promises that they would not keep unless… Bob shuddered to think what happen to his last partner. Quinn was a good guy, he was smart, but not street smart. He never saw it coming and when he finally figured it out it was too late. They used him and discarded him like human garbage. He was not going to let that happen to Brian.
”Come on Bri, we should get out of here. This is really dangerous.”
”Nah Bobby, it’s perfect. We just wait for the Red Head Rapist to show up and tell him we're doing a live feed. This way he won’t try something stupid. Then I will have the story I need to show the boys at the station that I can handle the big time!”
”But, what if the guy realizes that we are not live?”
”He won’t, and beside you will still be recording so we will have the tape as evidence. Trust me Bobby, this is going to work!”
Brian was so giddy with his idea that he failed to notice that the moon had popped out from behind the clouds. Bob watched as the area near the tunnel was bathed in the soft light revealing things in the shadow. One of the things it revealed was a pair of combat boots. At first it was just the boots and then the once white jeans now dirty with dust. As the moon beam opened up more, a blue jacket was exposed to the light with a strange logo on it. Finally, a leering smile and a face partially hidden by a yellow mask. Bob brought the camera up slowly on his shoulders and swallowed hard.
”Uh Bri…he’s here.”
Brian spun around as the man with the red hair walked out of the tunnel. He took a stance of power and smiled eerily at the two of them.
”Well good evening motorbabies. Who do I have the pleasure of?”
”W-W-Well, I’m Brian and this is Bob and we are from WKIL and we would like to do an interview with you on live TV.”
”Oh, well that sounds like candy floss baby. Tell me something though, how do you do a live feed if the little light on top of the camera is not on.”
’Oh shit!’ Bob saw the smirk form on the guy’s lips. He knew! He fucking knew. Even though Bob was rolling, it was just tape. Suddenly Bob felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and briefly saw a man with curly hair and an eye patch before he saw his fist aiming for his eye. After that everything was blurry and Bob realized he was on the ground. He watched with his good eye as the man with the eye patch smashed the camera and the red head grab Brian and push him against the wall. Bob feels himself being picked up just before a blow to his stomach knocks the wind out of him. The sensation repeats a few more times and Bob feels himself going under. He is trying to still keep his good eye trained on Brian as he is being accosted by the rapist. That’s right, he is a rapist. Brian is so fucked, literally! Bob knew this was not a good idea. The last thing that Bob sees before he succumbs to the darkness is another mask.
*Exterior: Tunnel Exit*
Jet Star was in the middle of sending the camera man, Bobby apparently, not so gentle into this good night when a stranger walked out of the tunnel entrance. He was wearing a full mask over his face. Poison didn’t notice him at first because he was too busy with the reporter. Jet dropped Bob and straightened up. He whistled over to Poison who turned around to him.
”Hey Poison, looks like we got ourselves a Drac.”
Poison looked up from the whimpering reporter. He saw the guy standing there with his arms crossed. While Poison was distracted by this new shiny, the reporter tried to slip away. Poison grabbed the guy's tie and slammed him against the wall again. He put an arm up to block another escape attempt. He leaned in and licked the side of the reporter’s neck. Jet chuckled when he hears an involuntary moan from the guy. Poison had that effect on people. Jet started to make his way over to where the guy was and could hear Poison admonishing the reporter.
”Ah ah ah dollface, you said you wanted an exclusive live interview with me. Well you’re gonna get it, except instead of a microphone, you’re gonna be talking into my cock. Well, not much talking.”
Jet laughed at the comment as he got closer to the Drac. Poison was slowly unbuttoning the reporter’s shirt, assuming Jet had the Drac. That's when he finally spoke muffled though the mask.
”Hey there sugarbabies, do you always pick on waveheads that can’t defend themselves?”
Jet stopped in his tracks at the sound of the Drac’s voice. Poison looked up too. The Drac pulled his mask up, which now Jet could see was not a Drac mask at all, but a Frankenstein mask instead. He pulled it up till it sat on the top of his head. The mistaken Drac bent his head down and lit a cigarette. He brought his head back up and took a long drag without removing the smoke from his mouth. Jet’s eyes met sparking hazel ones with a honey coating to them. He heard Poison gasp and the reporter was shoved away. Jet watched as the reporter took the opportunity to run off. Jet looked back at Poison, but he was advancing on the former Drac. Jet took off after the other guy leaving the two to get acquainted.
*Frank*
Frank took a deep breath as he inhaled. He could do this. He could carry through with the ultimatum he gave on TV. He plastered a smirk on his face to match Poison’s. He could never forget that name, that face, or that cock. ‘Wait what?’ Frank shook the thought off and he stood his ground as Poison got closer. ‘Okay, here we go.’
”Well hey there babyface. Did you get all dolled up just for me? Come to play in the dust and take a chance on getting ghosted?”
”Awww you wish sugarbaby, I just came to take back something that you took from me before I ghost you.”
Poison smirks and tries to crowd Frank. He starts to back him up into the tunnel and out of the light.
”Frankie Frankie Frankie, when are you gonna learn that you are no match for me. I fucked you once and now, I’m gonna do it again.”
Frank looked down and made Poison think he had him. Then a low chuckled escaped from his throat and now it was Poison who was backing up as a bright green gun is pointed with pressure directly as his crotch. Frank looks up and smiles.
”Oh no motorbaby, you seem to have me mixed up with some weak willed tweakhead. My name isn’t Frankie. It’s Fun Ghoul and now it is you who is gonna be fucked.”
*Interior: Tunnel*
Shit shit shit, this is not what Party Poison planned. He knew that Jet had taken off after the reporter and was probably having a shiny time with him right now. The camera man was still down for the count too so it was just him and Fra…Fun Ghoul. This was not the same weak willed man that he had his way with the other day. This was something different. Poison was intrigued though and kept his game face on. He backed up from the gun and moved to the wall. Fun Ghoul did not advance on him as he suspected he would, but watched him instead. Poison took out his own smokes and lit one up. He took a drag and pushed the smoke out of his nose.
”So prettybaby, you think you are tough huh? Think you are gonna beat me at my own game? Gonna come at me like a Killjoy?”
”Killjoy? That some new pill you and your partner popping?”
”Nah, doll face, that is what we call ourselves. In fact Jet and I were going to invite you to join our little group.”
”Oh I see, and just how many of you are there?”
Poison took another drag. He could see Ghoul’s defenses coming down a little. He would play it up a bit more till he had him where he wanted him.
”Well besides Jet and I, there’s Doctor D and Show Pony. Oh and can’t forget Kobra Kidd.”
”Oh, and are they all rapists like you?”
”Well D and Pony do specialize in a little dubious consent now and then, but Kidd, well he’s just for Jet and I.”
”Dubious huh? I think someone screaming, 'No' and 'Get the fuck off of me' hardly counts as dubious.”
”Hey, one man’s shiny is another man’s murder.”
”Murd…?”
Poison seized the moment and grabbed for the gun in Ghoul’s hand. The gun went off in the struggle and Poison was nicked in the leg. He went down clutching it and Ghoul threw it aside and knelt down. Poison was surprised by this sudden movement.
”Wow, fuck, I didn’t think that would really work.”
Poison looked up at Ghoul and saw genuine concern in his eyes. He scootched back with Ghoul’s help to lean against the tunnel wall. He closed his eyes for a minute, groaning in pain, when he felt his belt buckle being opened. He looked down and saw Ghoul’s hands.
”What the fuck are you doing Ghoul?”
”I need to see how bad the damage is before I call the cops.”
”So you’re gonna turn me into S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W after all huh?”
”Shut up you dumb fuck and let me get your pants off.”
Poison lifted his hips up to aid Ghoul. His pants slid down off his hips and then his knees. He saw them pooled on the dirty floor of the tunnel by his feet. Ghoul leaned over and examined the wound. The skin was scorched on his upper thigh and the wound itself was more towards his inner thigh. Poison smirked and then pain shot through him as Ghoul felt around the area.
”Fuck, that hurts!”
”Well yeah, you got shot.”
Ghoul continued to examine the wounded area. He bent his head close to it and his hair grazed over Poison’s groin. His cock twitched in his boxers. He jumped a little at the contact and Ghoul looked up and him and smirked.
”Awww what’s a matter motorbaby? Are you getting all hot and bothered with me here?”
”Nah, just thinking you could be doing something better with your mouth had I not been shot.”
Ghoul leaned up and put pressure on the wounded thigh at the same time as he brushed lightly over Poison’s hardening cock. Poison hissed at both the pleasure and pain of it.
”Were you thinking of putting my mouth to work for you again?”
”Shame to waste it. You have a natural talent, like all the zonerunners I know.”
”Oh, is that what you call your little conquests?”
Ghoul applies more pressure to both regions and Poison bucks up this time. Ghoul leans into Poison’s ear and whispers with a heat that moves straight to his heart. ‘What the fuck?’
”Mmm except, I’m not just any zonerunner for you. You want me for something else don’t you Poison? Want me to just lay there on you filthy mattress while you pound your perfect cock into me and make me scream out your name?”
Ghoul moves back to face Poison and Poison cannot help but smile, showing off a row of tiny teeth when his lips curl back.
”Well now Pretty, you think my cock is perfect huh?”
Ghoul lets go of Poison’s thighs and moves his arms around his neck as he crawls onto Poison’s lap. Poison moves his arms around Ghoul’s waist.
”I will admit I never had anything like that inside me before…even if you were trying to destroy me in the process.”
”Oh no baby, I am no Destroya. On the contrary, I’m just trying to find that one Killjoy that makes me want to feel again. I may be going about it the wrong way, but that is how Jet found his.”
”Kobra?”
”Yeah, but it did take some convincing on our part, but now he and Jet are candy floss…well most of the time.”
”Oh and I am sure you have tried a piece of hard candy yourself right?”
”What can I say dollface, I have a sweet tooth. Maybe a sugarbaby like you can satisfy it.”
Ghoul leaned in and licked Poison’s lips. Poison parted them and Ghoul pushed his tongue in. Inside they fought for dominance, but when Poison reached up and fisted Ghoul’s hair, he knew that Poison had won the battle. He allowed it though, enjoying being tasted and explored now that there was time. Ghoul broke the kiss first and left a line of spit from Poison’s mouth to his.
”Mmmm, a sugarbaby like you could definitely give me a tooth ache.”
Ghoul giggled and Poison pulled him in for another one.This time he moved his hands back down to Ghoul’s waist and pulled him in close. The denim of Ghoul’s pants brushed up against Poison’s crotch and he could feel how hard Ghoul was. He reached one hand into the back of Ghoul’s pant and squeezed his ass. Ghoul bucked up towards him. Yup, definitely hard. Ghoul moved back again and his lips looked red and moist and he knew where he wanted those lips next. Ghoul might have had a clue too because he snaked a hand down to Poison’s crotch and rubbed his cock through his boxers.
”Hey there honey, why don’t you put that perfect mouth to work on my perfect cock.”
”I just might do that.”
Ghoul slid down Poison’s lap till he was straddling his lower legs. He leaned in and blew hot air across the clothed cock and suddenly it sprung from its nest and stood at attention.
”Well, someone is eager.”
Ghoul wasted no time after that as he hovered over the head and let his spit drip out of his mouth to the surface. Poison twitched at the sensation and then groaned when Ghoul’s tongue lapped at the head. He nipped at it slightly and then took the crown into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly at first and then harder, like he was trying to draw something out of it. Poison pushed his head back into the concrete behind him. Ghoul methodically moved down the shaft taking time to administer to each section until his face was resting in the contrasting color of hair at the base. He came back up and smirked.
”So you’re not a natural red head huh?”
Poison laughed at this despite wanting to push Ghoul back down.
”Nah baby, gotta stand out somehow. Show your colors and make them hear you.”
”Mmmm, Killjoys make some noise?”
”You got it motorbaby. Now how about you go for a ride and make some noise of your own huh?"
Ghoul smirked at this suggestion and he stood up once more. He opened his belt and pulled his jeans off. Poison choked when he saw he was wearing nothing underneath. Ghoul smiled at him. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom. Poison laughed.
”Don’t trust me pretty baby?”
”Oh it’s not you I don’t trust. It’s all the wave and tweakheads that you have been with. When you get checked by Doctor D then we will talk about taking a ride without seat belts.”
”Mmmm, the way you talk kitten, you’re gonna rev me up too soon.”
”Like an old beat up jalopy huh?”
”Fuck you, more like a Trans Am that has been put through the paces.”
”Oh, Trans Am huh? I like muscle cars. Is it a stick shift?”
”Hop in and find out motorbaby. Take it for a drive.”
Ghoul reached out and stroked Poison’s cock with the lube he squirted on his hand during their conversation. He hovered over his legs and with the other hand pushed two slicked up fingers inside of himself. Poison admired how Ghoul was able to take care of himself as well as Poison’s cock. Ghoul moved to three and Poison watched his body shudder as he found his prostate. Ghoul pulled his fingers out and smeared them on Poison’s face. Poison was about to protest when Ghoul licked his face and pushed his tongue into Poison’s mouth. He tasted some exotic fruit along with the sharp taste of Ghoul. He thought about getting him back to his hideout in the condemned diner and shoving his face in Ghoul’s ass making him come apart. He was brought back to the present by the sound Ghoul was making as he lowered himself onto Poison’s sheathed cock. Even with the rubber, Ghoul was just as tight as he had remembered.
”Fuck Ghoul! So perfect, just like last time.”
”Yeah, except this time, I get to enjoy it too.”
Poison reached up and grabbed Ghoul’s neck and pulled him in close.
”You talk too fucking much!”
He crashed their lips together again and pushed Ghoul onto his back. He pulled Ghoul’s arms up and pinned them with one hand as the other grabbed his hips and started to fuck into him with a punishing rhythm. Ghoul moaned and twisted in his grasp, but he held on fast. He pounded in hard with quick jabs, seeking out Ghoul’s prostate. He knew he found it when Ghoul cried out and pushed up into him. Poison smirked and kept going, aiming for the same spot until he felt Ghoul shake under him and felt him cum without even being touched. Of course this tightened his ass around Poison’s cock and with his own cry into the night, he came too. Interestingly enough, that was when Jet arrived back at the tunnel. He was alone, but the smile on his face said that he had found the reporter. Ghoul lay panting under Poison still as he looked up at Jet. Jet looked at Poison and Poison smiled at him.
”Jet Star, meet Fun Ghoul, our newest Killjoy.”
*Ray*
”Ah fuck Mikey!”
With the chapter done the group had moved into the bedroom. Ray was against the headboard as Mikey went down on him. Frank was fucking hard into Mikey as Gerard was fucking into Frank. Gerard had reached around and was bent over Frank pushing him further into Mikey as he jacked Mikey’s cock with his free hand. Ray marveled at the perfect rhythm that the three of them had. He felt like the guest star of the Way Show. Not that Mikey wasn't doing everything to make him feel welcome. His mouth felt so good wrapped around Ray’s cock. Each time Frank drove in Mikey would make a noise that shot straight up Ray’s shaft. He threw his head back against the wall as he thrust up into Mikey’s warm mouth.
”Jesus Mikey, your fucking mouth. So good and your lips so tight around my cock. Just want to fuck your mouth so much.”
”Go ahead Ray-man. He can take it, can’t you Mikey?”
”Fuck yeah I can.”
Ray grabbed both sides of Mikey’s head and pushed up hard into his mouth. Mikey moaned and Ray did it again starting to build up a rhythm. The force of Ray’s pushing made Mikey buck back into Frank and that was all Frank needed to make him cum.
”Uh shit, Mikey!”
Frank thrust his hips erratically which caused Gerard to lose rhythm and pop out of Frank. Ray watched as Gerard took the moment to catch his breath as he watched his wife shudder one last time before he collapsed over the back of his baby brother. Frank pulled out of Mikey and fell on his back next to him. Ray saw Gerard crawl up to Frank again and position himself, but then Mikey’s hand shot out and grabbed Gerard’s wrist.
”Gee please?”
”Mikey…”
”Frankie, is it okay?”
”Yeah Mikey, I could use a rest anyway, you guys wear me out.”
Ray saw that Frank said this with a chuckle, but he knew he was really tired. After watching Frank work with Gerard in !Hyper Erection Mode!, he understood what Frank went through and gave him props for it. Something passed between the Ways that he missed and then Gerard was moving behind Mikey. Ray watched as Gerard caressed Mikey’s back and thighs as he lined himself up with his opening. Ray was surprised when Gerard suddenly looked up at him.
”You're cool with this right Ray-man? I don’t want you to think that I am trying to stop you and Mikey, but this is kind of who we are and…”
Ray cut Gerard off there with a facepalm. All activity stopped to see what Ray’s reaction was.
”G-man, I want to be in Mikey’s life. I accept how he looks, dresses, and acts. All these things make me just love him more. I also understand that you and Frank are part of his life and I accept that too. I just hope that Mikey accepts me just the same.”
With Mikey’s hand wrapped around his cock and Gerard about to plunge into his brother’s ass, it was not the time for a sappy declaration of love, but fuck it, he did it anyway. He heard sobbing and looked over at Frank who was crying tears of joy. Mikey let go of Ray’s cock and engulfed Frank in his arms. Ray looked at Gerard who was smiling big and bright with his tiny teeth showing. It was awkward, but Ray got up on his knees and reached out and clasped Gerard’s hand in a wrist cuff. They pulled in, bare chests touching and the other arm clasped on each other’s back. It was odd that they were naked and both had rock hard cocks, but fuck it, it felt like the right time, fuck the place. Mikey let go of Frank and moved up to where the two men were on their knees. He reached up and pulled Gerard’s face to him. They smiled at each other and he kissed Gerard passionately. Ray had to admit it was kind of hot. Mikey let go of Gerard’s lips, eyes still locked onto each other. Without thinking about it, Ray turned Mikey’s face to him and replaced his brother’s mouth with his own. Mikey just melted and Ray knew that his kisses were different to Mikey. He let go of Gerard and circled around Mikey’s waist pulling him closer. When they broke the kiss, Ray saw that Frank had crawled back up to Gerard and that they were just breaking their own kiss. Ray also noticed that Frank was hard again. He chuckled and Frank realized where he was looking and blushed. Gerard smirked as he started to stroke Frank slowly. He pulled him back so that Frank’s back was against his chest as he held him fast around his hips. He looked at Ray and winked. Ray took the hint and reached out to do the same to Mikey. Both men slowly brought their ladies, ha ladies, to the edge and then let them come down again. After a few times Mikey and Frank were both writhing in agony and had clasped hands. Gerard looked up at Ray again and winked.
”Are you ready Ray-man”
Ray winked back and nodded.
”Yeah.”
Gerard looked down at the mess his wife was. He was so close.
”How about you Frankie?”
Frank brought his head back and with glazed eyes looked at his husband.
”Oh fuck, I’m there baby.”
Gerard then looked over at Mikey who was starting to twitch and shudder as he was on the brink of cumming.
”How about you Mikey?”
”Fucking fuck Gee, I’m fucking ready!”
Gerard smiled and looked back at Ray.
”Well I think I’m alright.”
Ray looked up at Gerard as he brought his other hand up and started counting.
”One, two, three, four…now!”
Ray felt Mikey fall completely to pieces as he came with a shout, spurting cum out all over his chest and Ray’s hand. Ray looked up from Mikey and caught a glimpse of how torn up Frank looked as he also came on command for Gerard. Frank had lost Gerard’s hand around his hips though so he slumped forward into Mikey and landed face first onto his chest and his cum. Ray made a face. Frank on the other hand made the best of his situation and licked up some of the mess. Ray was more surprised though that Mikey pulled him into a kiss at the same time and Ray was pretty sure he saw Frank transfer some of the cum from his mouth to Mikey’s. Then Frank did it again, but this time he kissed Gerard. Ray looked on in awe and Mikey giggled.
”Feel left out baby? You want Frankie to give you some too?”
Ray was about to protest when he felt himself being pushed down and a very sticky Frank was straddling him and pushing his tongue into Ray’s surprised mouth. Ray could taste Mikey on Frank’s tongue as well as Gerard. It was not unpleasant. Mostly though Ray could taste Frank and he understood why Mikey and Gerard liked to kiss him. There was a sweet innocence there that one could develop an addiction to. Ray ran his hands into Frank’s hair and Frank moaned when he tugged at the silky strands. Ray felt Frank pushing away a little looking for air so he let go. Frank pushed off of Ray and sat up on his lap. He looked up at Gerard who had Mikey wrapped in his arms lazily kissing him. They broke apart and both smiled at him. He smiled back at the precious Ways. Frank reached out and caressed Ray’s cheek.
”Welcum to the family.”
Both Mikey and Gerard rolled their eyes at Frank’s pun, but Ray knew what he meant. He looked up at them all and sighed.
”I love you guys.”
Three voices chorused an answer back to him.
”We love you too Ray.”
In this chapter we continue our look into Gerard's mind as he creates more Fabulous Killjoys. This chapter also marks the last appearance of Mikey...maybe. No it does. He may pop up with the rest if the cast in the last chapter, but nothing but a farewell will be in order, So everyone way bye to him and Ray as they ride off into the sunset on their white horse, because Mikey really does hate unicorns.^0^
Also my heart goes out to all of the MCRmy, Black Paraders, and fellow Killjoys who were effected by that stupid prank someone pulled yesterday by hacking the MCR twitter account. I am happy that Gerard was on top of it and he was genuinely sorry that some of us were hurt by it. That alone proves he really gives a shit about us honestly. ^-^ We heart you Gee!
*Exterior Tunnel Exit*
”We are coming to you live from the scene of the last attack of the Red Head Rapist, we have an exclusive interview with his last victim. His eyes have been covered to protect his identity. So can you tell me what it was like sir?”
”It was horrible, well maybe not horrible, but it was pretty bad.”
”Did you get to see your attacker's face?”
”No, he was wearing this yellow mask, but I could see his eyes. They were really pretty.”
”What? I mean…weren’t they cool and calculating and filled with no mercy for you?”
”Oh yeah sure, but there was something else there too.”
”Something else?”
”Yeah, like a challenge. Like he was trying to find someone that could beat him at his own game.”
”Hmmm interesting. So do you have any words for your attacker?”
”Yeah I do…I’M COMING FOR YOU FUCKER! YOU WON’T GET THE DROP ON ME NEXT TIME AND I AM THE ONE WHO IS GOING TO FUCK YOU!”
”Holy shit! Hey asshole, we're live! Bob, cut the feed!”
Brian could not believe this guy! He was supposed to be a victim! He was supposed to say stuff like 'the police will catch him', not issue retaliation on live television!
”What the hell were you thinking dude?!”
”What?”
”You can’t curse like that on live TV and threaten people!”
”But you did!”
”Yes well I was shocked by you and forgot myself for a moment.”
”Whatever, I have to go and prepare.”
”Do you really think he saw this?”
”Oh yeah, he is a narcissistic bastard. I know he was watching.”
”Were his eyes really like that?”
Frank turned from where he was heading and looked at the reporter. He was so naive like Frank once was.
”Yeah, and next time I am going to be looking into them when I slam him into the ground.”
Brian watched as Frank walked off with a bit of a swagger in his step. He believed that the guy would try something stupid like that. That gave him an idea.
”Hey Bob, let’s make sure we're back here tonight. I have a feeling we could get an exclusive on this guy. If we did, it would put us in the anchor chair for sure!”
”I don’t know Bri. It doesn’t sound like a smart idea. This guy sounds dangerous.”
”Exactly! It would make our careers! Look, I’m coming with or without you.”
Bob liked Brian, but the guy was nuts sometimes. Too grandiose for his own good. Still he knew he had to protect Brian from his own stupidity.
”Alright Bri, we’ll be here tonight.”
Brian walked over to Bob and kissed him on the cheek. Bob turned a shade of red that was amusing to Brian. He took his hand and they walked off together, Brian making plans and Bob trying to catch glimpses of his ass.
*Interior: Party Poison’s hideout *
” I’M COMING FOR YOU FUCKER! YOU WON’T GET THE DROP ON ME NEXT TIME AND I AM THE ONE WHO IS GOING TO FUCK YOU!”
”Interesting.”
The man calling himself Party Poison sat on his sofa watching the interview with his latest conquest. They hid his eyes, but it was his lips that Poison was concentrating on. He remembered how sweet they tasted and how much he wanted to possess them again. He rubbed his crotch as just the thought of it made him hard.
”Well Pretty, I guess we have a date to meet again, don’t we?”
Poison heard whimpering next to him as he switched the TV off. He put the remote down and turned to the boy next to him. He was intricately tied up so that his legs were bent at the knee and both halves were bound together. This meant that he was splayed open for use. Poison reached up and caressed his face. The bar gag was held firmly in the boy’s mouth. His hands were secured behind his back and he squirmed as he tried to pull away. Poison leered and licked up the side of the boy’s neck.
”Awww Kidd, are you jealous? Worried that I will replace your pretty ass with his?”
Poison’s partner in crime, Jet Star, came out of the small kitchen, carrying two beers. He placed them on the table and flopped onto the sofa on the other side of the boy. Jet was the one that captured the boy on his last excursion out. During the first night the boy actually got the drop on Jet. He had this fighting style where he held his hands like the head of a snake. He used this move on Jet and fucked up his eye so badly that he now has to wear an eye patch. When Poison and him finally broke the boy, Jet decided to name him Kobra Kidd because he fought like one. The first name had a sort of power to it though so they never referred to him by it. Jet looked over at Poison and saw that he was already in just his boxers.
"Man Poison, I hope you weren’t going to start the party without me?"
Poison chuckled at Jet’s little joke as he watched Jet shimmy out of his jeans. Like Poison, he kept the rest of his clothes on. There was no need to be completely naked just for Kidd. Jet reached over and patted Kidd’s knee condescendingly.
”Don’t worry Doll, you will always have a place on my cock, isn’t that right Poison? We would never want to let this little shiny go. He still has so much to learn. Speaking of learning, time for another lesson wouldn’t you say?”
”You are reading my mind Jet.”
The two men advanced on the bound boy. He attempted to try and push them away, but of course it was futile. Jet grabbed him by the hair and bit hard into his neck. Kidd cried out through the gag. Poison reached out and tore away the flimsy material that was keeping his modestly. As much as he knew Kidd didn’t want it to, his cock was getting hard from Jet’s attention. Poison grabbed onto it and started to quickly fist it. Kidd moaned as he bucked into Poison’s ministration.
"Does it feel good Kidd? Well old Jet here is going to make you feel even better.“
Jet lifted Kidd up despite his protests and he sat him on his lap. Poison spat on his hand and quickly shoved two fingers inside of Kidd. Kidd cried out again as Poison stretched him while Jet pulled his cock out of the opening of his boxers. He spit on his hand and slicked himself up. Then Poison pulled his fingers out and Jet once again lifted Kidd up, but this time he pushed him down onto his cock. Kidd screamed around the gag and this made both Jet and Poison smile. Poison removed the gag and covered Kidd’s mouth with his own, savoring the noises he was making. Tears started to stream down Kidd’s face and Poison lapped them up and licked his lips.
”Mmmm, I love the taste of fear on you Kidd.”
He reached down and started to jerk Kidd’s cock while Jet picked up the pace and pumped into his tight ass. Kidd began to drool at being used like this. Poison knew he was loving every minute of it. They trained Kidd well. Now if they could just get Frank here, Poison could train him to be his bitch and they would be one big “fucking” family.
”Fuck Poison, stop daydreaming and get in on this shit!”
”Right sorry Jet. Just thinking about that sweet piece of candy floss I had the other night.”
”Yeah, well worry about this one right now. We’ll get to your Pretty, don’t worry.”
Poison smirked and grabbed the lube. He slicked himself up and let go of Kidd’s cock. Jet lifted Kidd up a decent height and Poison joined Jet’s cock inside of Kidd. By now Kidd was delirious with pain and pleasure. He had lost it and was close to passing out. Poison reached behind Jet and grabbed the top of the sofa and used it as leverage to thrust into Kidd more. The friction was almost too much for both men.
”Fuck this motorbaby is too tight. Should have worked him open more.”
”Man, next time, next time.”
Poison felt the heat pooling in his loins and he pushed in one last time as he came at the same time Jet did. Kidd had cum at some point too, but neither man noticed. Poison pulled out and sat on the coffee table. He lit a cigarette as he watched Jet push Kidd off of him. Kidd was shaking and his eyes were glassy. Jet slapped him on the ass and Kidd winced. He looked over at Poison who laughed and offered Jet a beer. They slammed the cans together and toasted to the future.
*Bob*
This was a bad idea and Bob knew it, but he just could not say no to Brian. He knew how much Brian wanted that anchor job. He was always trying to come up with ways to get in that chair. But what Brian didn't know was that the owners of the network though he was just another pretty face with a great ass that they made Bob zoom in on when filming his segments. Not that Bob disagreed with them, he did have an awesome ass, but it was not right that they were leading Brian on with promises that they would not keep unless… Bob shuddered to think what happen to his last partner. Quinn was a good guy, he was smart, but not street smart. He never saw it coming and when he finally figured it out it was too late. They used him and discarded him like human garbage. He was not going to let that happen to Brian.
”Come on Bri, we should get out of here. This is really dangerous.”
”Nah Bobby, it’s perfect. We just wait for the Red Head Rapist to show up and tell him we're doing a live feed. This way he won’t try something stupid. Then I will have the story I need to show the boys at the station that I can handle the big time!”
”But, what if the guy realizes that we are not live?”
”He won’t, and beside you will still be recording so we will have the tape as evidence. Trust me Bobby, this is going to work!”
Brian was so giddy with his idea that he failed to notice that the moon had popped out from behind the clouds. Bob watched as the area near the tunnel was bathed in the soft light revealing things in the shadow. One of the things it revealed was a pair of combat boots. At first it was just the boots and then the once white jeans now dirty with dust. As the moon beam opened up more, a blue jacket was exposed to the light with a strange logo on it. Finally, a leering smile and a face partially hidden by a yellow mask. Bob brought the camera up slowly on his shoulders and swallowed hard.
”Uh Bri…he’s here.”
Brian spun around as the man with the red hair walked out of the tunnel. He took a stance of power and smiled eerily at the two of them.
”Well good evening motorbabies. Who do I have the pleasure of?”
”W-W-Well, I’m Brian and this is Bob and we are from WKIL and we would like to do an interview with you on live TV.”
”Oh, well that sounds like candy floss baby. Tell me something though, how do you do a live feed if the little light on top of the camera is not on.”
’Oh shit!’ Bob saw the smirk form on the guy’s lips. He knew! He fucking knew. Even though Bob was rolling, it was just tape. Suddenly Bob felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and briefly saw a man with curly hair and an eye patch before he saw his fist aiming for his eye. After that everything was blurry and Bob realized he was on the ground. He watched with his good eye as the man with the eye patch smashed the camera and the red head grab Brian and push him against the wall. Bob feels himself being picked up just before a blow to his stomach knocks the wind out of him. The sensation repeats a few more times and Bob feels himself going under. He is trying to still keep his good eye trained on Brian as he is being accosted by the rapist. That’s right, he is a rapist. Brian is so fucked, literally! Bob knew this was not a good idea. The last thing that Bob sees before he succumbs to the darkness is another mask.
*Exterior: Tunnel Exit*
Jet Star was in the middle of sending the camera man, Bobby apparently, not so gentle into this good night when a stranger walked out of the tunnel entrance. He was wearing a full mask over his face. Poison didn’t notice him at first because he was too busy with the reporter. Jet dropped Bob and straightened up. He whistled over to Poison who turned around to him.
”Hey Poison, looks like we got ourselves a Drac.”
Poison looked up from the whimpering reporter. He saw the guy standing there with his arms crossed. While Poison was distracted by this new shiny, the reporter tried to slip away. Poison grabbed the guy's tie and slammed him against the wall again. He put an arm up to block another escape attempt. He leaned in and licked the side of the reporter’s neck. Jet chuckled when he hears an involuntary moan from the guy. Poison had that effect on people. Jet started to make his way over to where the guy was and could hear Poison admonishing the reporter.
”Ah ah ah dollface, you said you wanted an exclusive live interview with me. Well you’re gonna get it, except instead of a microphone, you’re gonna be talking into my cock. Well, not much talking.”
Jet laughed at the comment as he got closer to the Drac. Poison was slowly unbuttoning the reporter’s shirt, assuming Jet had the Drac. That's when he finally spoke muffled though the mask.
”Hey there sugarbabies, do you always pick on waveheads that can’t defend themselves?”
Jet stopped in his tracks at the sound of the Drac’s voice. Poison looked up too. The Drac pulled his mask up, which now Jet could see was not a Drac mask at all, but a Frankenstein mask instead. He pulled it up till it sat on the top of his head. The mistaken Drac bent his head down and lit a cigarette. He brought his head back up and took a long drag without removing the smoke from his mouth. Jet’s eyes met sparking hazel ones with a honey coating to them. He heard Poison gasp and the reporter was shoved away. Jet watched as the reporter took the opportunity to run off. Jet looked back at Poison, but he was advancing on the former Drac. Jet took off after the other guy leaving the two to get acquainted.
*Frank*
Frank took a deep breath as he inhaled. He could do this. He could carry through with the ultimatum he gave on TV. He plastered a smirk on his face to match Poison’s. He could never forget that name, that face, or that cock. ‘Wait what?’ Frank shook the thought off and he stood his ground as Poison got closer. ‘Okay, here we go.’
”Well hey there babyface. Did you get all dolled up just for me? Come to play in the dust and take a chance on getting ghosted?”
”Awww you wish sugarbaby, I just came to take back something that you took from me before I ghost you.”
Poison smirks and tries to crowd Frank. He starts to back him up into the tunnel and out of the light.
”Frankie Frankie Frankie, when are you gonna learn that you are no match for me. I fucked you once and now, I’m gonna do it again.”
Frank looked down and made Poison think he had him. Then a low chuckled escaped from his throat and now it was Poison who was backing up as a bright green gun is pointed with pressure directly as his crotch. Frank looks up and smiles.
”Oh no motorbaby, you seem to have me mixed up with some weak willed tweakhead. My name isn’t Frankie. It’s Fun Ghoul and now it is you who is gonna be fucked.”
*Interior: Tunnel*
Shit shit shit, this is not what Party Poison planned. He knew that Jet had taken off after the reporter and was probably having a shiny time with him right now. The camera man was still down for the count too so it was just him and Fra…Fun Ghoul. This was not the same weak willed man that he had his way with the other day. This was something different. Poison was intrigued though and kept his game face on. He backed up from the gun and moved to the wall. Fun Ghoul did not advance on him as he suspected he would, but watched him instead. Poison took out his own smokes and lit one up. He took a drag and pushed the smoke out of his nose.
”So prettybaby, you think you are tough huh? Think you are gonna beat me at my own game? Gonna come at me like a Killjoy?”
”Killjoy? That some new pill you and your partner popping?”
”Nah, doll face, that is what we call ourselves. In fact Jet and I were going to invite you to join our little group.”
”Oh I see, and just how many of you are there?”
Poison took another drag. He could see Ghoul’s defenses coming down a little. He would play it up a bit more till he had him where he wanted him.
”Well besides Jet and I, there’s Doctor D and Show Pony. Oh and can’t forget Kobra Kidd.”
”Oh, and are they all rapists like you?”
”Well D and Pony do specialize in a little dubious consent now and then, but Kidd, well he’s just for Jet and I.”
”Dubious huh? I think someone screaming, 'No' and 'Get the fuck off of me' hardly counts as dubious.”
”Hey, one man’s shiny is another man’s murder.”
”Murd…?”
Poison seized the moment and grabbed for the gun in Ghoul’s hand. The gun went off in the struggle and Poison was nicked in the leg. He went down clutching it and Ghoul threw it aside and knelt down. Poison was surprised by this sudden movement.
”Wow, fuck, I didn’t think that would really work.”
Poison looked up at Ghoul and saw genuine concern in his eyes. He scootched back with Ghoul’s help to lean against the tunnel wall. He closed his eyes for a minute, groaning in pain, when he felt his belt buckle being opened. He looked down and saw Ghoul’s hands.
”What the fuck are you doing Ghoul?”
”I need to see how bad the damage is before I call the cops.”
”So you’re gonna turn me into S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W after all huh?”
”Shut up you dumb fuck and let me get your pants off.”
Poison lifted his hips up to aid Ghoul. His pants slid down off his hips and then his knees. He saw them pooled on the dirty floor of the tunnel by his feet. Ghoul leaned over and examined the wound. The skin was scorched on his upper thigh and the wound itself was more towards his inner thigh. Poison smirked and then pain shot through him as Ghoul felt around the area.
”Fuck, that hurts!”
”Well yeah, you got shot.”
Ghoul continued to examine the wounded area. He bent his head close to it and his hair grazed over Poison’s groin. His cock twitched in his boxers. He jumped a little at the contact and Ghoul looked up and him and smirked.
”Awww what’s a matter motorbaby? Are you getting all hot and bothered with me here?”
”Nah, just thinking you could be doing something better with your mouth had I not been shot.”
Ghoul leaned up and put pressure on the wounded thigh at the same time as he brushed lightly over Poison’s hardening cock. Poison hissed at both the pleasure and pain of it.
”Were you thinking of putting my mouth to work for you again?”
”Shame to waste it. You have a natural talent, like all the zonerunners I know.”
”Oh, is that what you call your little conquests?”
Ghoul applies more pressure to both regions and Poison bucks up this time. Ghoul leans into Poison’s ear and whispers with a heat that moves straight to his heart. ‘What the fuck?’
”Mmm except, I’m not just any zonerunner for you. You want me for something else don’t you Poison? Want me to just lay there on you filthy mattress while you pound your perfect cock into me and make me scream out your name?”
Ghoul moves back to face Poison and Poison cannot help but smile, showing off a row of tiny teeth when his lips curl back.
”Well now Pretty, you think my cock is perfect huh?”
Ghoul lets go of Poison’s thighs and moves his arms around his neck as he crawls onto Poison’s lap. Poison moves his arms around Ghoul’s waist.
”I will admit I never had anything like that inside me before…even if you were trying to destroy me in the process.”
”Oh no baby, I am no Destroya. On the contrary, I’m just trying to find that one Killjoy that makes me want to feel again. I may be going about it the wrong way, but that is how Jet found his.”
”Kobra?”
”Yeah, but it did take some convincing on our part, but now he and Jet are candy floss…well most of the time.”
”Oh and I am sure you have tried a piece of hard candy yourself right?”
”What can I say dollface, I have a sweet tooth. Maybe a sugarbaby like you can satisfy it.”
Ghoul leaned in and licked Poison’s lips. Poison parted them and Ghoul pushed his tongue in. Inside they fought for dominance, but when Poison reached up and fisted Ghoul’s hair, he knew that Poison had won the battle. He allowed it though, enjoying being tasted and explored now that there was time. Ghoul broke the kiss first and left a line of spit from Poison’s mouth to his.
”Mmmm, a sugarbaby like you could definitely give me a tooth ache.”
Ghoul giggled and Poison pulled him in for another one.This time he moved his hands back down to Ghoul’s waist and pulled him in close. The denim of Ghoul’s pants brushed up against Poison’s crotch and he could feel how hard Ghoul was. He reached one hand into the back of Ghoul’s pant and squeezed his ass. Ghoul bucked up towards him. Yup, definitely hard. Ghoul moved back again and his lips looked red and moist and he knew where he wanted those lips next. Ghoul might have had a clue too because he snaked a hand down to Poison’s crotch and rubbed his cock through his boxers.
”Hey there honey, why don’t you put that perfect mouth to work on my perfect cock.”
”I just might do that.”
Ghoul slid down Poison’s lap till he was straddling his lower legs. He leaned in and blew hot air across the clothed cock and suddenly it sprung from its nest and stood at attention.
”Well, someone is eager.”
Ghoul wasted no time after that as he hovered over the head and let his spit drip out of his mouth to the surface. Poison twitched at the sensation and then groaned when Ghoul’s tongue lapped at the head. He nipped at it slightly and then took the crown into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly at first and then harder, like he was trying to draw something out of it. Poison pushed his head back into the concrete behind him. Ghoul methodically moved down the shaft taking time to administer to each section until his face was resting in the contrasting color of hair at the base. He came back up and smirked.
”So you’re not a natural red head huh?”
Poison laughed at this despite wanting to push Ghoul back down.
”Nah baby, gotta stand out somehow. Show your colors and make them hear you.”
”Mmmm, Killjoys make some noise?”
”You got it motorbaby. Now how about you go for a ride and make some noise of your own huh?"
Ghoul smirked at this suggestion and he stood up once more. He opened his belt and pulled his jeans off. Poison choked when he saw he was wearing nothing underneath. Ghoul smiled at him. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom. Poison laughed.
”Don’t trust me pretty baby?”
”Oh it’s not you I don’t trust. It’s all the wave and tweakheads that you have been with. When you get checked by Doctor D then we will talk about taking a ride without seat belts.”
”Mmmm, the way you talk kitten, you’re gonna rev me up too soon.”
”Like an old beat up jalopy huh?”
”Fuck you, more like a Trans Am that has been put through the paces.”
”Oh, Trans Am huh? I like muscle cars. Is it a stick shift?”
”Hop in and find out motorbaby. Take it for a drive.”
Ghoul reached out and stroked Poison’s cock with the lube he squirted on his hand during their conversation. He hovered over his legs and with the other hand pushed two slicked up fingers inside of himself. Poison admired how Ghoul was able to take care of himself as well as Poison’s cock. Ghoul moved to three and Poison watched his body shudder as he found his prostate. Ghoul pulled his fingers out and smeared them on Poison’s face. Poison was about to protest when Ghoul licked his face and pushed his tongue into Poison’s mouth. He tasted some exotic fruit along with the sharp taste of Ghoul. He thought about getting him back to his hideout in the condemned diner and shoving his face in Ghoul’s ass making him come apart. He was brought back to the present by the sound Ghoul was making as he lowered himself onto Poison’s sheathed cock. Even with the rubber, Ghoul was just as tight as he had remembered.
”Fuck Ghoul! So perfect, just like last time.”
”Yeah, except this time, I get to enjoy it too.”
Poison reached up and grabbed Ghoul’s neck and pulled him in close.
”You talk too fucking much!”
He crashed their lips together again and pushed Ghoul onto his back. He pulled Ghoul’s arms up and pinned them with one hand as the other grabbed his hips and started to fuck into him with a punishing rhythm. Ghoul moaned and twisted in his grasp, but he held on fast. He pounded in hard with quick jabs, seeking out Ghoul’s prostate. He knew he found it when Ghoul cried out and pushed up into him. Poison smirked and kept going, aiming for the same spot until he felt Ghoul shake under him and felt him cum without even being touched. Of course this tightened his ass around Poison’s cock and with his own cry into the night, he came too. Interestingly enough, that was when Jet arrived back at the tunnel. He was alone, but the smile on his face said that he had found the reporter. Ghoul lay panting under Poison still as he looked up at Jet. Jet looked at Poison and Poison smiled at him.
”Jet Star, meet Fun Ghoul, our newest Killjoy.”
*Ray*
”Ah fuck Mikey!”
With the chapter done the group had moved into the bedroom. Ray was against the headboard as Mikey went down on him. Frank was fucking hard into Mikey as Gerard was fucking into Frank. Gerard had reached around and was bent over Frank pushing him further into Mikey as he jacked Mikey’s cock with his free hand. Ray marveled at the perfect rhythm that the three of them had. He felt like the guest star of the Way Show. Not that Mikey wasn't doing everything to make him feel welcome. His mouth felt so good wrapped around Ray’s cock. Each time Frank drove in Mikey would make a noise that shot straight up Ray’s shaft. He threw his head back against the wall as he thrust up into Mikey’s warm mouth.
”Jesus Mikey, your fucking mouth. So good and your lips so tight around my cock. Just want to fuck your mouth so much.”
”Go ahead Ray-man. He can take it, can’t you Mikey?”
”Fuck yeah I can.”
Ray grabbed both sides of Mikey’s head and pushed up hard into his mouth. Mikey moaned and Ray did it again starting to build up a rhythm. The force of Ray’s pushing made Mikey buck back into Frank and that was all Frank needed to make him cum.
”Uh shit, Mikey!”
Frank thrust his hips erratically which caused Gerard to lose rhythm and pop out of Frank. Ray watched as Gerard took the moment to catch his breath as he watched his wife shudder one last time before he collapsed over the back of his baby brother. Frank pulled out of Mikey and fell on his back next to him. Ray saw Gerard crawl up to Frank again and position himself, but then Mikey’s hand shot out and grabbed Gerard’s wrist.
”Gee please?”
”Mikey…”
”Frankie, is it okay?”
”Yeah Mikey, I could use a rest anyway, you guys wear me out.”
Ray saw that Frank said this with a chuckle, but he knew he was really tired. After watching Frank work with Gerard in !Hyper Erection Mode!, he understood what Frank went through and gave him props for it. Something passed between the Ways that he missed and then Gerard was moving behind Mikey. Ray watched as Gerard caressed Mikey’s back and thighs as he lined himself up with his opening. Ray was surprised when Gerard suddenly looked up at him.
”You're cool with this right Ray-man? I don’t want you to think that I am trying to stop you and Mikey, but this is kind of who we are and…”
Ray cut Gerard off there with a facepalm. All activity stopped to see what Ray’s reaction was.
”G-man, I want to be in Mikey’s life. I accept how he looks, dresses, and acts. All these things make me just love him more. I also understand that you and Frank are part of his life and I accept that too. I just hope that Mikey accepts me just the same.”
With Mikey’s hand wrapped around his cock and Gerard about to plunge into his brother’s ass, it was not the time for a sappy declaration of love, but fuck it, he did it anyway. He heard sobbing and looked over at Frank who was crying tears of joy. Mikey let go of Ray’s cock and engulfed Frank in his arms. Ray looked at Gerard who was smiling big and bright with his tiny teeth showing. It was awkward, but Ray got up on his knees and reached out and clasped Gerard’s hand in a wrist cuff. They pulled in, bare chests touching and the other arm clasped on each other’s back. It was odd that they were naked and both had rock hard cocks, but fuck it, it felt like the right time, fuck the place. Mikey let go of Frank and moved up to where the two men were on their knees. He reached up and pulled Gerard’s face to him. They smiled at each other and he kissed Gerard passionately. Ray had to admit it was kind of hot. Mikey let go of Gerard’s lips, eyes still locked onto each other. Without thinking about it, Ray turned Mikey’s face to him and replaced his brother’s mouth with his own. Mikey just melted and Ray knew that his kisses were different to Mikey. He let go of Gerard and circled around Mikey’s waist pulling him closer. When they broke the kiss, Ray saw that Frank had crawled back up to Gerard and that they were just breaking their own kiss. Ray also noticed that Frank was hard again. He chuckled and Frank realized where he was looking and blushed. Gerard smirked as he started to stroke Frank slowly. He pulled him back so that Frank’s back was against his chest as he held him fast around his hips. He looked at Ray and winked. Ray took the hint and reached out to do the same to Mikey. Both men slowly brought their ladies, ha ladies, to the edge and then let them come down again. After a few times Mikey and Frank were both writhing in agony and had clasped hands. Gerard looked up at Ray again and winked.
”Are you ready Ray-man”
Ray winked back and nodded.
”Yeah.”
Gerard looked down at the mess his wife was. He was so close.
”How about you Frankie?”
Frank brought his head back and with glazed eyes looked at his husband.
”Oh fuck, I’m there baby.”
Gerard then looked over at Mikey who was starting to twitch and shudder as he was on the brink of cumming.
”How about you Mikey?”
”Fucking fuck Gee, I’m fucking ready!”
Gerard smiled and looked back at Ray.
”Well I think I’m alright.”
Ray looked up at Gerard as he brought his other hand up and started counting.
”One, two, three, four…now!”
Ray felt Mikey fall completely to pieces as he came with a shout, spurting cum out all over his chest and Ray’s hand. Ray looked up from Mikey and caught a glimpse of how torn up Frank looked as he also came on command for Gerard. Frank had lost Gerard’s hand around his hips though so he slumped forward into Mikey and landed face first onto his chest and his cum. Ray made a face. Frank on the other hand made the best of his situation and licked up some of the mess. Ray was more surprised though that Mikey pulled him into a kiss at the same time and Ray was pretty sure he saw Frank transfer some of the cum from his mouth to Mikey’s. Then Frank did it again, but this time he kissed Gerard. Ray looked on in awe and Mikey giggled.
”Feel left out baby? You want Frankie to give you some too?”
Ray was about to protest when he felt himself being pushed down and a very sticky Frank was straddling him and pushing his tongue into Ray’s surprised mouth. Ray could taste Mikey on Frank’s tongue as well as Gerard. It was not unpleasant. Mostly though Ray could taste Frank and he understood why Mikey and Gerard liked to kiss him. There was a sweet innocence there that one could develop an addiction to. Ray ran his hands into Frank’s hair and Frank moaned when he tugged at the silky strands. Ray felt Frank pushing away a little looking for air so he let go. Frank pushed off of Ray and sat up on his lap. He looked up at Gerard who had Mikey wrapped in his arms lazily kissing him. They broke apart and both smiled at him. He smiled back at the precious Ways. Frank reached out and caressed Ray’s cheek.
”Welcum to the family.”
Both Mikey and Gerard rolled their eyes at Frank’s pun, but Ray knew what he meant. He looked up at them all and sighed.
”I love you guys.”
Three voices chorused an answer back to him.
”We love you too Ray.”
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