Alchemy
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Category:
My Chemical Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,101
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Demolition Lovers
Title: Alchemy, Part 4: Demolition Lovers
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everything has its price.
Mikey's mouth is on yours, one hand on your chest, the other on your stomach. You're shivering, not from cold but from impatience. You want his hands in other places. You want him to touch you all over.
It's still a little bit of a shock when his long fingers wrap around your dick. Your hips push up into his hand, a soft gasp leaving your lips. His mouth leaves yours, moving down your neck, sucking at the tender hollow at the base of your throat. All you can do is tilt your head back and moan. Nothing's ever felt like this.
His mouth moves lower, his tongue flicking over one nipple, then the other, gently nibbling and sucking at the hard little nubs. Your hands are in his hair now, twined through the soft strands. It feels like his mouth and his hands are everywhere on your body at once.
He keeps moving down, and you're finding it hard to breathe. In seconds those lips are going to be wrapped around your dick .... wait. He's looking around for something, frowning.
"Mikey, what's wrong?" Did you say that? How in the hell can you find the words to speak at a time like this?
His voice is soft, almost reassuring. Like he doesn't want you to be scared, or something.
"Lift up your hips, Frankie."
Why in the hell would he say that? But you don't care, you'll do anything he wants. You do as you're told, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.
You gasp, your eyes flying open. He's spreading your thighs apart, spreading your ass cheeks, his moist tongue licking you there. Something Gerard's never done to you, something nobody's EVER done to you. God DAMN. The first time you've ever experienced this, and it's him doing it.
You look down, unable to keep your eyes away. His head is between your legs, each movement of his warm, wet mouth making your head spin, your hips bucking up slightly. You reach out one hand to touch his hair. Dirty blond. He always calls it that. You hate that term. It's not "dirty." His hair is dark gold, almost the color of honey. Like gold silk under your fingertips.
His tongue pushes inside you, and you can't help but let out a soft little scream. It doesn't hurt. God, no. It's the most incredible sensation you've ever felt. It's just .... new. Different. And you don't want it to stop.
A few seconds more, and then the warmth of his mouth is gone, leaving you feeling empty. You whimper, your eyes going to his face, and he leans over you, kissing your throat and whispering in your ear.
"I don't have any lube .... I don't want to hurt you."
You nod, your mouth suddenly dry. It's going to happen. All this time you've dreamed about this, wanted it, prayed for it. He's going to fuck you. It's inevitable.
You can feel his throbbing cock pressing against your opening, larger than you thought it would be. All you want is to feel him inside you. You don't care if it tears you apart. Your voice is low, pleading, almost a whimper of frustrated need.
"Mikey .... please .... just take me. Now."
You can't wait any longer. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down, your hips pushing up against his dick. Every nerve in your body is crying out for him.
And then he's inside you, penetrating you in one quick, hard thrust. You cry out his name, not caring if anybody can hear. Fuck, you don't care if the whole world can hear. This is what you've always wanted, what you've wanted ever since the first time you saw him and your heart turned over in your chest.
He's moving inside you, his arms around your waist, pressing you against him. Those thrusts are hard, deep, shaking your small body with each movement of his hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back, trying to push him even deeper into you. You can't feel anything but Mikey, right now he's your whole world.
His hand is on your cock, thumb pressing against the tender head, pressing his nail into the slit at the tip. It's almost painful. Almost, but not quite. The pain only adds to the pleasure. It's like your body is caught in a vortex, and you know the only way out is to come .... but you want to make it last as long as you can.
You can feel your stomach muscles tightening, trying to hold yourself back. But Mikey's body is more insistent, pushing you toward climax, his breath hot in your ear.
"Come for me, Frankie .... I want to see you ...."
You never could deny him anything.
You cry out his name, a long, keening wail. Muscles spasming, cock jerking in his hand. You can't remember ever coming that hard in your life. And he's coming inside you, filling you with his seed, just seconds after your release, moaning your name.
You slump back onto the amp, breathing hard, Mikey's head resting on your shoulder. You can barely move, you have just enough strength in you to raise one hand and stroke his soft hair. You know you're going to be sore as fuck, but damn, that was worth it. That was worth anything.
At least that's what you think.
Until you look up and your eyes drift toward the side of the stage. Your heart stops beating and you wonder if this is the moment you're going to wake up and find out it's all a dream.
You don't say anything. You can't. It's like your throat is paralyzed. From what? Fear? Exhaustion? Just not knowing what the fuck to say?
Guilt.
Gerard doesn't say anything. He just turns and walks away.
Everything has its price.
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everything has its price.
Mikey's mouth is on yours, one hand on your chest, the other on your stomach. You're shivering, not from cold but from impatience. You want his hands in other places. You want him to touch you all over.
It's still a little bit of a shock when his long fingers wrap around your dick. Your hips push up into his hand, a soft gasp leaving your lips. His mouth leaves yours, moving down your neck, sucking at the tender hollow at the base of your throat. All you can do is tilt your head back and moan. Nothing's ever felt like this.
His mouth moves lower, his tongue flicking over one nipple, then the other, gently nibbling and sucking at the hard little nubs. Your hands are in his hair now, twined through the soft strands. It feels like his mouth and his hands are everywhere on your body at once.
He keeps moving down, and you're finding it hard to breathe. In seconds those lips are going to be wrapped around your dick .... wait. He's looking around for something, frowning.
"Mikey, what's wrong?" Did you say that? How in the hell can you find the words to speak at a time like this?
His voice is soft, almost reassuring. Like he doesn't want you to be scared, or something.
"Lift up your hips, Frankie."
Why in the hell would he say that? But you don't care, you'll do anything he wants. You do as you're told, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.
You gasp, your eyes flying open. He's spreading your thighs apart, spreading your ass cheeks, his moist tongue licking you there. Something Gerard's never done to you, something nobody's EVER done to you. God DAMN. The first time you've ever experienced this, and it's him doing it.
You look down, unable to keep your eyes away. His head is between your legs, each movement of his warm, wet mouth making your head spin, your hips bucking up slightly. You reach out one hand to touch his hair. Dirty blond. He always calls it that. You hate that term. It's not "dirty." His hair is dark gold, almost the color of honey. Like gold silk under your fingertips.
His tongue pushes inside you, and you can't help but let out a soft little scream. It doesn't hurt. God, no. It's the most incredible sensation you've ever felt. It's just .... new. Different. And you don't want it to stop.
A few seconds more, and then the warmth of his mouth is gone, leaving you feeling empty. You whimper, your eyes going to his face, and he leans over you, kissing your throat and whispering in your ear.
"I don't have any lube .... I don't want to hurt you."
You nod, your mouth suddenly dry. It's going to happen. All this time you've dreamed about this, wanted it, prayed for it. He's going to fuck you. It's inevitable.
You can feel his throbbing cock pressing against your opening, larger than you thought it would be. All you want is to feel him inside you. You don't care if it tears you apart. Your voice is low, pleading, almost a whimper of frustrated need.
"Mikey .... please .... just take me. Now."
You can't wait any longer. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down, your hips pushing up against his dick. Every nerve in your body is crying out for him.
And then he's inside you, penetrating you in one quick, hard thrust. You cry out his name, not caring if anybody can hear. Fuck, you don't care if the whole world can hear. This is what you've always wanted, what you've wanted ever since the first time you saw him and your heart turned over in your chest.
He's moving inside you, his arms around your waist, pressing you against him. Those thrusts are hard, deep, shaking your small body with each movement of his hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back, trying to push him even deeper into you. You can't feel anything but Mikey, right now he's your whole world.
His hand is on your cock, thumb pressing against the tender head, pressing his nail into the slit at the tip. It's almost painful. Almost, but not quite. The pain only adds to the pleasure. It's like your body is caught in a vortex, and you know the only way out is to come .... but you want to make it last as long as you can.
You can feel your stomach muscles tightening, trying to hold yourself back. But Mikey's body is more insistent, pushing you toward climax, his breath hot in your ear.
"Come for me, Frankie .... I want to see you ...."
You never could deny him anything.
You cry out his name, a long, keening wail. Muscles spasming, cock jerking in his hand. You can't remember ever coming that hard in your life. And he's coming inside you, filling you with his seed, just seconds after your release, moaning your name.
You slump back onto the amp, breathing hard, Mikey's head resting on your shoulder. You can barely move, you have just enough strength in you to raise one hand and stroke his soft hair. You know you're going to be sore as fuck, but damn, that was worth it. That was worth anything.
At least that's what you think.
Until you look up and your eyes drift toward the side of the stage. Your heart stops beating and you wonder if this is the moment you're going to wake up and find out it's all a dream.
You don't say anything. You can't. It's like your throat is paralyzed. From what? Fear? Exhaustion? Just not knowing what the fuck to say?
Guilt.
Gerard doesn't say anything. He just turns and walks away.
Everything has its price.