Shades Of Death Road

Holy cow, that was actually a pretty good response this time. 5 reviews from different people on two chapters? I think that's the best I've ever done on this website! Maybe I should do emo more often. Well, anyway, this chapter was pretty rushed because I was typing furiously. So if there's a ton of spelling errors... Well, spell check can only do so much and I'm a fairly busy woman so there ya go. So, enjoy chapter three, I'll get chapter four up ASAP.

Another note, all bits done in first person are Gerard, all others are just 3rd person narrative. Forgot to say it but hey, better late than never.

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Gerard was laying on the bed, occasionally flinching or twitching in his sleep. Mikey was sitting by him, worrying his lower lip between his teeth as he felt Gerard's forehead again. Ray stood in the door, watching him. "What's wrong with him?" Ray asked. "I don't know. But he's been this way since this afternoon." Mikey replied. "Why is he sweating so much?" "I don't know!" Mikey looked up at Ray and asked, "Should I call a hospital?" Ray finally walked over and felt Gerard's head. Gerard muttered something indistinguishable in his sleep and twitched again. He was panting a bit for breath, then he groaned.

"What do we do?" Mikey asked. "Call Bob." Ray replied. "Why?" "Just call him. Gerard doesn't have any insurance and he's fucking broke, we can't take him to the hospital." Mikey nodded and ran upstairs, nearly tripping over his own feet. Ray sighed and sat next to Gerard on the bed. "Jesus Christ Gerard... What did you take?" Ray was the only one who knew that not only was Gerard a major booze hound, he'd been experimenting with narcotics. This didn't look like an overdose, but only Bob would know for sure.

Mikey came pounding back down the stairs, looking a bit flushed. Ray didn't blame him, this was after all, his only brother. "He said he'll be here in five minutes, he's just got to get dressed." Mikey said. "Where are your guys' parents?" "Um, Mom's out of town visiting relatives and Dad's at a convention in Seattle." Ray groaned his frustration, then asked, "Jesus are your parents ever around when there's trouble?" Mikey gave Ray a rueful smile. "No, never."

They waited nervously, the only sound was Gerard's heavy breathing. "Um... So how's he been?" "A wreck." Mikey said. "Yeah... Can't really defend myself there huh? I could have handled it better and I said some shit that was just not true but I didn't and I said it. No turning back now." Ray replied, then added, "Though I am sorry." "You... Yeah you broke his heart. Well not broke, shattered it into fucking pieces and danced on them really." Mikey told him. He wasn't saying it to be mean, it was the truth. He tried not to sound accusing but it came off that way at any rate. Ray at least had the grace to look incredibly guilty. "I know, and I didn't mean to." And they fell quiet again.

It wasn't long before Bob was tramping down the stairs. His blond hair was rather ruffled, and he usual stubble was more profuse. "Just woke up?" Ray asked as Bob walked towards the bed. "Yeah, and Frankie pitched a fit because I ended up waking him up too. So what's wrong with Count Dracula anyway?" Bob asked. "Don't CALL him that!" Mikey shrieked, then blushed and fell silent. He was always very sensitive where Gerard was concerned. "We don't know." Ray interjected. Bob nodded and started to look Gerard over, thinking as he took his vital signs. Pulse, respirations, blood pressure.

"Mikey, get my bag out of my car." Bob said. Mikey didn't even question him, he just nodded and rushed up the stairs. Bob uncovered Gerard, and began to look at his wrists, elbows and the insides of his thighs. He checked his neck so subtly that Ray didn't even notice. "What are you looking for Bob?" Asked Ray, raising an eyebrow. "I'm looking for a wound." "What, why?" "Because his symptoms reflect either blood loss or a virus, and I can't find signs of either. Even this sweating and whimpering shit he's doing seems more psychosomatic than anything." "I thought he'd overdosed, he's been trying coke." Bob gave Ray a derisive look, then said, "This ain't no overdose, trust me. This is something completely different." "Dude, I'm SO glad you're pre-med!" Mikey declared, coming back down the stairs. He handed Bob his bag, then he and Ray moved to the other side of the room.

Bob checked him over again, then opened his bag. He was already a paramedic, and he knew he had to do something. He took out a syringe, and a vial, then filled the needle. "What are you doing?" Mikey asked him. "I'm giving him an iron shot." Bob replied, then said, "This is the most I can do for him right now. But if he gets worse he needs to get to a hospital." Gerard whimpered as Bob injected him, then he seemed to relax. He was quiet and the others held their breath, but he didn't flinch or cry out. "Now what?" Mikey inquired. "Watch him. He starts going down hill again call 911." Bob got up, then said, "Listen I don't know what's going on, but I've never seen anything like this before. Get him to a doctor. Soon."


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My head was in Ville's lap, and he was stroking my hair. "How long am I staying here?" I asked. "Just one more day, and I'll take you away. We'll pick up Brandon and we'll leave." He replied. "I want to see my brother." "Why?" It seemed as though that question alone had blown away all my doubts. But something in the back of my head was nagging me. "My brother, he'll be worried. And I can't stay in the Limbo. I'll get sick and wither. 'Cause I can't eat here."

Ville had explained that he had taken my dream self, and that he was keeping me in the Limbo between the waking world and the dream world. He was using my dream body to take blood from my real one, and he said that he was in love with me. I asked him how he could be in love with me when he didn't know me. At this he laughed, saying he had seen every second of my life in the blood, and he'd fallen in love with what he'd seen.

He smiled down at me, then said, "If you really wish to see him, I will let you go back. But be ready for me tomorrow night. I will be coming for you." He kissed me. I moaned and pulled him closer, and he chuckled.

"A parting embrace, my lovely boy?" He asked, and I nodded. I was still naked from earlier, when he'd first ravished me. Ville shifted us around so that I was now laying on the ground with him above me. He slowly kissed his way down my body, fingers gently caressing my sides. I shivered as his fingers lightly brushed over my skin, then moaned loudly when I felt his lips around my sex.

I got the impression that he obtained some kind of sustenance from my seed as well, with how often he sucked me off or licked my cum off of our bodies. Though really I was too afraid to ask. As it was, for the moment he seemed to be content to drive me crazy with his mouth. It felt so good, the best blow job ever and he was barely doing anything! Sucking gently, teasing with his tongue, cupping my sac with his hand. When his fingers moved lower to toy with my entrance, I thought I would cream it right there.

He pulled his mouth away, and gathering the saliva and precum from my hardness, he slipped two fingers inside of me. I knew this should hurt, but something he did to me made it feel good. I bit hard on my lower lip, my eyes screwed up tight. Ville chuckled, then said, "Gerard, open your eyes." I did as he asked. His cat like eyes were staring into mine. Ville moved closer, his lips pressing to mine. It was then that he ripped his fingers out and pushed into me.

I screamed into Ville's mouth, gripping him close to me. He growled into my mouth in return, never letting up. He thrust into me, hard, almost animalistic in his ferocity. I didn't know if Ville ever went slow, at that point all the sex had been hard, rough and fast. His nails scratched down my chest, breaking the kiss and my skin. I cried out, the pain instantaneously turning into pleasure.

I thrust my hips back against him, gritting my teeth. He was already hitting my prostate, and he was so deep in me. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and went harder. I screamed, "Oh God! Oh fuckin' GOD! I'm close... I'm gonna come!" Ville snarled at me, fingernails digging into my shoulders. One hand tangled into my hair and violently ripped my head to the side. Ville bit me viciously, drawing the blood out of me even as he fucked me. Oh God it hurt, but it felt so GOOD. I hit the threshold, and I came hard between the two of us. Ville soon followed, and he was telling me to be ready tomorrow. And that's when I woke up.

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Not too shabby for having written it in a single day, if I do say so myself. It usually takes me weeks to hammer out one chapter. Hm, maybe Calliope is in my attic, guess she didn't escape Ric Madoc after all. Damn you Morpheus and your... things! Um, I'm reading too much Neil Gaiman at the moment, forgive me.

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