Alchemy
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Category:
My Chemical Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,106
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.
Little Earthquakes
Title: Alchemy, Part 7: Little Earthquakes
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Consequences.
Gerard's body is pressed close against yours from behind. You can feel his erection pressed against your ass, but you don't move. You're too scared to move. He's always volatile when he's drunk and you don't know what he'll do.
He's got one hand under your shirt, fingers splayed across your chest, toying with your nipples. His other hand is at your waist, unbuckling your belt, unzipping your jeans. You squeeze your eyes shut, praying he won't go any further than this.
Your eyes fly open a second later, a shocked gasp coming from your lips when he yanks your jeans and boxers down, exposing your skin to the cold air. His hand is on your ass, fingers tracing down the cleft, and you can't help but shiver, a small scared whimper catching in your throat.
Weakly, you try to protest.
"Gee, don't .... don't make me hate you."
His only response is to grind one nipple roughly between his fingers, making you cry out in pain.
"God damn it Frankie, shut up, you little bitch!" It doesn't even sound like his voice. But it is. It's just distorted by rage. Rage and betrayal.
His hand moves down from your chest, between your thighs, taking your cock in his hand and squeezing. You bite your lip to keep back another cry, resting your head against the cold side of the bus. He can't. He won't. You know he won't.
His voice is soft in your ear. Soft and menacing, almost hissing. Like an angry cobra ready to strike.
"Already hard, huh Frankie? You like me touching your cock, don't you? Or do you just like anybody touching your dick? It's not just me, is it? Anybody could touch you and get you off." His hand is stroking you relentlessly, the sensation almost as painful as it is pleasurable. His other hand is still stroking up and down the cleft of your ass, spreading your cheeks slowly.
You shake your head wildly, searching for the words to make him believe you. "No .... there isn't anybody else." Well, that was a stupid thing to say. You dumbfuck.
"Liar. Lying bitch." He spits the words out. "I saw you with Mikey. I saw him rimming you, Frankie. I saw him fucking you. What else did he do? Did he suck your cock? Did you suck him off? Hmmm? Tell me. I really want to know."
Your voice is shaking now, you can't keep the tremor out of it. "G-Gee, don't. Please. I'm begging you."
"Fuck you, Frankie." With those words, he shoves two fingers inside you with no warning, the penetration hard and deep. His other hand clamps over your mouth, like he knows you're going to scream.
You do. You scream into his hand, your own hands clawing at the side of the bus, nails scraping at the paint. But you can't get away, you're pinned there, the weight of his body pressing you flat against the cold metal. He scissors his fingers inside you, forcing you open.
His voice is in your ear again, almost feral. "Just pretend it's Mikey. You'll enjoy it more." His fingers are suddenly gone and you almost breathe a sigh of relief.
Until he slams into you and forces another muffled scream from your throat.
It's the worst pain you've ever felt in your life. No lube, no preparation, just his cock slamming inside you over and over again, burning with each hard thrust. You've never been fucked dry before, it feels like you're being ripped apart. The heat of his body behind you, the cold bus pressing against you from the front. It's a good thing he's holding you up or you'd be on your knees, doubled over with the pain.
This is your hell. And you're burning in it.
It doesn't last much longer. But to you, it seems like a lifetime. Gerard lets out a sharp, guttural cry, and you can feel him pouring into you. You have to keep back your own cry, not from pleasure from from the pain of his release burning into your torn body. You're not even hard any more. You just hurt.
Gerard pulls out of you slowly, and you slump against the bus, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You can hear him zipping up his pants, then pulling up your jeans for you. His hands are almost gentle now.
"Go back to him, Frankie. Go back to him with me inside you. Try to explain why he can taste his brother when he's tonguing you. Tell him I fucked you. Tell him whatever you want." He turns you around and stares at you for a long moment. You can't say anything. Your voice is caught in your throat.
Abruptly, he lets you go and starts to walk away. Then he turns around and fires a last few words at you.
"You got fucked two Ways in one day. Must be a record, Frankie. Congratulations. Guess we've got a new band whore."
You watch him walk away through a haze of tears. You don't even realize it when you sink down to the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest. You wrap your arms around your legs, curling up into a ball and sobbing, not caring if anybody can see or hear.
You knew you'd have to pay a price to be with Mikey. But you didn't expect it to be this high. And you'd known somebody was going to get hurt.
You just didn't expect it to be you.
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Consequences.
Gerard's body is pressed close against yours from behind. You can feel his erection pressed against your ass, but you don't move. You're too scared to move. He's always volatile when he's drunk and you don't know what he'll do.
He's got one hand under your shirt, fingers splayed across your chest, toying with your nipples. His other hand is at your waist, unbuckling your belt, unzipping your jeans. You squeeze your eyes shut, praying he won't go any further than this.
Your eyes fly open a second later, a shocked gasp coming from your lips when he yanks your jeans and boxers down, exposing your skin to the cold air. His hand is on your ass, fingers tracing down the cleft, and you can't help but shiver, a small scared whimper catching in your throat.
Weakly, you try to protest.
"Gee, don't .... don't make me hate you."
His only response is to grind one nipple roughly between his fingers, making you cry out in pain.
"God damn it Frankie, shut up, you little bitch!" It doesn't even sound like his voice. But it is. It's just distorted by rage. Rage and betrayal.
His hand moves down from your chest, between your thighs, taking your cock in his hand and squeezing. You bite your lip to keep back another cry, resting your head against the cold side of the bus. He can't. He won't. You know he won't.
His voice is soft in your ear. Soft and menacing, almost hissing. Like an angry cobra ready to strike.
"Already hard, huh Frankie? You like me touching your cock, don't you? Or do you just like anybody touching your dick? It's not just me, is it? Anybody could touch you and get you off." His hand is stroking you relentlessly, the sensation almost as painful as it is pleasurable. His other hand is still stroking up and down the cleft of your ass, spreading your cheeks slowly.
You shake your head wildly, searching for the words to make him believe you. "No .... there isn't anybody else." Well, that was a stupid thing to say. You dumbfuck.
"Liar. Lying bitch." He spits the words out. "I saw you with Mikey. I saw him rimming you, Frankie. I saw him fucking you. What else did he do? Did he suck your cock? Did you suck him off? Hmmm? Tell me. I really want to know."
Your voice is shaking now, you can't keep the tremor out of it. "G-Gee, don't. Please. I'm begging you."
"Fuck you, Frankie." With those words, he shoves two fingers inside you with no warning, the penetration hard and deep. His other hand clamps over your mouth, like he knows you're going to scream.
You do. You scream into his hand, your own hands clawing at the side of the bus, nails scraping at the paint. But you can't get away, you're pinned there, the weight of his body pressing you flat against the cold metal. He scissors his fingers inside you, forcing you open.
His voice is in your ear again, almost feral. "Just pretend it's Mikey. You'll enjoy it more." His fingers are suddenly gone and you almost breathe a sigh of relief.
Until he slams into you and forces another muffled scream from your throat.
It's the worst pain you've ever felt in your life. No lube, no preparation, just his cock slamming inside you over and over again, burning with each hard thrust. You've never been fucked dry before, it feels like you're being ripped apart. The heat of his body behind you, the cold bus pressing against you from the front. It's a good thing he's holding you up or you'd be on your knees, doubled over with the pain.
This is your hell. And you're burning in it.
It doesn't last much longer. But to you, it seems like a lifetime. Gerard lets out a sharp, guttural cry, and you can feel him pouring into you. You have to keep back your own cry, not from pleasure from from the pain of his release burning into your torn body. You're not even hard any more. You just hurt.
Gerard pulls out of you slowly, and you slump against the bus, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You can hear him zipping up his pants, then pulling up your jeans for you. His hands are almost gentle now.
"Go back to him, Frankie. Go back to him with me inside you. Try to explain why he can taste his brother when he's tonguing you. Tell him I fucked you. Tell him whatever you want." He turns you around and stares at you for a long moment. You can't say anything. Your voice is caught in your throat.
Abruptly, he lets you go and starts to walk away. Then he turns around and fires a last few words at you.
"You got fucked two Ways in one day. Must be a record, Frankie. Congratulations. Guess we've got a new band whore."
You watch him walk away through a haze of tears. You don't even realize it when you sink down to the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest. You wrap your arms around your legs, curling up into a ball and sobbing, not caring if anybody can see or hear.
You knew you'd have to pay a price to be with Mikey. But you didn't expect it to be this high. And you'd known somebody was going to get hurt.
You just didn't expect it to be you.