Alchemy
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Category:
My Chemical Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,109
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Take My Breath Away
Title: Alchemy, Part 10: Take My Breath Away
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Surprises.
Mikey leans down to turn the water off, and you step out of the shower to pick up a towel. You can't help looking at the both of you in the mirror. Your eyes meet Mikey's in the glass, and you blush and look down.
You almost hate looking at yourself next to him. He's so tall and slim and pale, and you're .... Frankie. Short and skinny and half-covered in tattoos. How in the hell can somebody as pure and perfect as Mikey want to be with you?
Sometimes you wonder why you have all that body art. It's almost like you're trying to cover up who you are, trying to obliterate yourself and become a different person. But it'll take a hell of a lot more than tattoos and piercings to do that.
Those thoughts are washed away from your mind when Mikey leans down and presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, his lips soft and warm against your skin. You close your eyes and lean back against him, your knees suddenly feeling weak. He's standing behind you, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, one hand on your stomach, the other on your hip.
His lips are on your throat now, and you tilt your head to the side a little, closing your eyes and letting a soft moan leave your lips. Almost as if it's on cue, his hand moves from your hip, his long, slender fingers curling around your cock, thumb rubbing at the tip.
You raise your arms, tangling your hands in his hair, your small body arching back against his. All you can think of is how his hands and lips feel on your body, nothing else is getting through. It's like everything rational in you is switched off, and you're living through your senses.
His voice is soft in your ear. "We can't stand here all night." You nod wordlessly, almost whimpering when he lets you go and opens the bathroom door.
You're a little hesitant, not knowing if he wants you to sleep in his bunk or not. But he's laying down, holding out his arms to you, making it obvious that he wants you there.
You can't say no to him. Especially not at a time like this.
You slip into the bunk beside him, feeling a little odd at first to know that this is Mikey beside you, naked, the guy you've always wanted to be with. But that disoriented feeling only lasts a few seconds. This is what you've wanted for .... fuck, years now. You're not going to question it.
You let out a sharp little gasp when he straddles you, but his hands are moving down your sides, he's leaning forward to kiss you again. Your body is caught up in so many sensations that you can't speak, can barely move. All you can do is feel.
Mikey's lips are on yours again, coaxing your mouth open, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to explore the warm cavern of your mouth. Your hands are in his hair, your hips bucking up slightly against his. You gasp out his name softly when he tilts his hips a little, his hardened cock rubbing against yours, a soft moan coming from him.
He pulls his mouth away from yours, brushing his lips against your ear. "I want you to make love to me, Frankie. Please."
Your eyes widen and all you can do is stare up at him. Of all the things you expected to hear .... that wasn't one of them.
"I .... I've never ...." You can feel a burning blush sweep over your face. It's embarrassing to admit that you've never fucked another guy. Oh, plenty of them have fucked you, but you've never actually been the one to do the fucking. You've always been the one taking it.
Mikey's voice is soft and reassuring. "Shhhh .... you don't have to if you don't want to. It's okay." His hand is on your face, brushing a lock of dark hair back out of your eyes.
And in that split second when his hand brushes your skin and his eyes meet yours, you know that you want it. More than anything. You want to know what it's like to be inside him, to take him, to make him feel the way he made you feel when you were together just a few short hours ago. You want him to be the first guy you make love to.
You've always wanted it to be Mikey. Maybe that's why you've saved yourself in that way for so long. Because somewhere in the deepest secret part of your heart, you dreamed about this. You just never thought it would actually happen.
All you can do is nod, your mouth too dry to speak.
He pulls back a little, dark eyes studying you, holding your gaze with his. When he finally speaks, his voice is trembling a little. "Are you sure, Frankie?"
You nod again, one hand moving to his face to trace the outline of his lips. You can barely see him in the darkness, but it doesn't matter. You know every line of his face, every expression. Now all you want to do is feel that he's there, that he's real, that this is really happening.
When your voice finally does come, it's not hesitant at all.
"More sure than I've ever been of anything in my life."
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Surprises.
Mikey leans down to turn the water off, and you step out of the shower to pick up a towel. You can't help looking at the both of you in the mirror. Your eyes meet Mikey's in the glass, and you blush and look down.
You almost hate looking at yourself next to him. He's so tall and slim and pale, and you're .... Frankie. Short and skinny and half-covered in tattoos. How in the hell can somebody as pure and perfect as Mikey want to be with you?
Sometimes you wonder why you have all that body art. It's almost like you're trying to cover up who you are, trying to obliterate yourself and become a different person. But it'll take a hell of a lot more than tattoos and piercings to do that.
Those thoughts are washed away from your mind when Mikey leans down and presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, his lips soft and warm against your skin. You close your eyes and lean back against him, your knees suddenly feeling weak. He's standing behind you, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, one hand on your stomach, the other on your hip.
His lips are on your throat now, and you tilt your head to the side a little, closing your eyes and letting a soft moan leave your lips. Almost as if it's on cue, his hand moves from your hip, his long, slender fingers curling around your cock, thumb rubbing at the tip.
You raise your arms, tangling your hands in his hair, your small body arching back against his. All you can think of is how his hands and lips feel on your body, nothing else is getting through. It's like everything rational in you is switched off, and you're living through your senses.
His voice is soft in your ear. "We can't stand here all night." You nod wordlessly, almost whimpering when he lets you go and opens the bathroom door.
You're a little hesitant, not knowing if he wants you to sleep in his bunk or not. But he's laying down, holding out his arms to you, making it obvious that he wants you there.
You can't say no to him. Especially not at a time like this.
You slip into the bunk beside him, feeling a little odd at first to know that this is Mikey beside you, naked, the guy you've always wanted to be with. But that disoriented feeling only lasts a few seconds. This is what you've wanted for .... fuck, years now. You're not going to question it.
You let out a sharp little gasp when he straddles you, but his hands are moving down your sides, he's leaning forward to kiss you again. Your body is caught up in so many sensations that you can't speak, can barely move. All you can do is feel.
Mikey's lips are on yours again, coaxing your mouth open, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to explore the warm cavern of your mouth. Your hands are in his hair, your hips bucking up slightly against his. You gasp out his name softly when he tilts his hips a little, his hardened cock rubbing against yours, a soft moan coming from him.
He pulls his mouth away from yours, brushing his lips against your ear. "I want you to make love to me, Frankie. Please."
Your eyes widen and all you can do is stare up at him. Of all the things you expected to hear .... that wasn't one of them.
"I .... I've never ...." You can feel a burning blush sweep over your face. It's embarrassing to admit that you've never fucked another guy. Oh, plenty of them have fucked you, but you've never actually been the one to do the fucking. You've always been the one taking it.
Mikey's voice is soft and reassuring. "Shhhh .... you don't have to if you don't want to. It's okay." His hand is on your face, brushing a lock of dark hair back out of your eyes.
And in that split second when his hand brushes your skin and his eyes meet yours, you know that you want it. More than anything. You want to know what it's like to be inside him, to take him, to make him feel the way he made you feel when you were together just a few short hours ago. You want him to be the first guy you make love to.
You've always wanted it to be Mikey. Maybe that's why you've saved yourself in that way for so long. Because somewhere in the deepest secret part of your heart, you dreamed about this. You just never thought it would actually happen.
All you can do is nod, your mouth too dry to speak.
He pulls back a little, dark eyes studying you, holding your gaze with his. When he finally speaks, his voice is trembling a little. "Are you sure, Frankie?"
You nod again, one hand moving to his face to trace the outline of his lips. You can barely see him in the darkness, but it doesn't matter. You know every line of his face, every expression. Now all you want to do is feel that he's there, that he's real, that this is really happening.
When your voice finally does come, it's not hesitant at all.
"More sure than I've ever been of anything in my life."