A Tragic Affair

A/N: Finally, what I've been building to! Evil Gerard and Good Gerard getting it on! I do like my stories to have a plot which is why it's taken so long to get to this point. Sorry people. But thanks for sticking with it.

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Inside the safety and relative darkness of my room (I'd closed and locked the door so I wouldn't be disturbed), I started to set up. I drew a hex mark on the floor and put a candle at each point. I lit them and sat in the middle of it, Indian style with my hands on my knees. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing. Moth had taught me to meditate when I was so stressed out I couldn't think, and then taught me how to use the measures to contact him telepathically. I'd thought it was silly at the time but now it seemed vital.

In my mind's eyes I saw three doors. I looked at each and chose the middle, feeling this was right. I felt slightly dizzy as I went through, but the sensation passed when my feet hit stone. It was dark and I could smell dust and old wood. "Hello?" I called, the dizziness washing over me again. "Varla?" I looked in the corner and saw not just Moth but Stokes as well. Then I realized I didn't connect to his mind, I'd inadvertently left my body.

I moved over to them and asked, "Are you alright?" "We're safe for now, the Ringmaster has Gerard though." Stokes was asleep and I sighed as I kneeled to look at him. "Man, he's racked out." "Yeah, that asshole's been torturing him non stop to get to me. Too much of a fucking pansy to attack me outright." Moth said venomously. I'd never heard him use that kind of tone before. I reached out to stroke his hair, but wasn't surprised when my hand went through it. "Varla, you gotta get us out of here." Moth pleaded. I smiled at him, then sighed. "I'll get you out, but I need to know where you are."

"Cortis, the ghost town that's out past Greenwood. They're holed up all over the place here." "Where's Gerard?" I asked urgently. "I... I don't know." Moth didn't look at me as he said the last. I rolled my eyes, saying, "Moth you've always been a terrible lair. Where?" "What if he sees you? The Ringmaster I mean." "Can he see ghosts?" Moth seemed to think about it and shook his head, saying, "No, this place is lousy with them but he can't see or sense them." 'then he won't see me. Where?" Moth pointed at a door close to me. "Through there." I nodded and stood. "I'll be back, I promise." "Hurry Varla!"

I strode over to the door and walked through it, not the least bit surprised to see it was a long hallway. As I went down it, I heard noises. When I realized they were cries of pain I started to run. I ran through the door at the other end, coming into a large, opulent bed chamber. It was mostly done up in black and silver but that wasn't what caught my eye. I stopped, almost falling over at the sight before me. Gerard was strapped to the posts of the bed, naked with his back facing me. There was a criss crossing of whip marks on his back.

The Ringmaster stood behind him, a frayed bull whip in his hand. Gerard was weeping as he sagged against his bonds, the leather straps cutting into his wrists. "Are you going to disobey me again?" The Ringmaster asked in a cold voice. "B-but I tried. They w-won't tell me where sh-she is." "Then you didn't try hard enough." The Ringmaster declared in a cold voice, snapping the whip so it lashed across Gerard's shoulders. He screamed and I saw why. The lash had broken the skin and blood was oozing down his back.

"STOP IT!" I screamed, but of course The Ringmaster didn't hear me. I could've sworn that Gerard flinched, but I figured it was my imagination. Thankfully though, he did stop, he dropped the whip and walked over to Gerard. A hand lightly touching his shoulder. Gerard flinched again but didn't pull away. "I think you need a remind as to whom you really belong to." The Ringmaster murmured, then with a wave of his hand the bonds came undone and Gerard fell to the floor. I rushed to him and tried to help him up, but my hands passed right through him. Gerard groaned and his eyes opened, and with a start I realized something. He could see me!

He stared a bit, then sighed. The Ringmaster raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is it?" "Another ghost." Gerard replied, getting onto his knees. "Yes... When I'm made whole again I am having this place exorcised. Damn pests." Gerard, shivering from pain, moved closer to the Ringmaster. He was still on his knees. The Ringmaster smiled indulgently at him, then said, "Service me, child, and I will forgive you." Gerard smiled back and reached up, opening the other's pants.

I really did not want to watch Gerard give his evil twin a blow job, but I needed to speak to him so I stayed. If it were possible I think I would have vomited at the look of sheer joy on Gerard's face as The Ringmaster's erection sprang free. I clapped a hand over my mouth as Gerard grabbed his hips and enveloped the head of his cock with his lips. The Ringmaster gave a pleased growl and fisted a hand in Gerard's hair, forcing his head down onto his shaft. Gerard sure didn't seem to mind, deep throating the other man easily and moaning as he did so.

The Ringmaster moaned in return as Gerard began to bob his head, sucking hard. "Yesss... Just like that, boy. Oh God, your mouth..." Gerard's hand slipped into The Ringmaster's pants and teased his balls, causing him to groan louder and mutter obscenities. He suddenly pushed Gerard back, causing him to fall to the floor. The Ringmaster grinned evilly as he stripped off his jacket. He threw it across the room, going right through me as he kneeled.

He slid between Gerard's open legs and kissed him fiercely, pulling his hips up. Gerard was laying fully on his back now and whimpering in pain. "Sh sh sh... Don't worry child, I'll make you feel better." "Ohmigosh." I whispered, closing my eyes and covering them with my hands. I should have covered my ears instead because my eyes opened again and my hands flew away from my face when Gerard screamed. The Ringmaster had thrust into him fully, with no preparation and the only lubrication was a bit of Gerard's own saliva. But rather than an agonized look, Gerard seemed to be in ecstasy.

The Ringmaster smiled and began thrusting into Gerard, causing the singer to cry out. His fingers scrabbled against the floor as he searched for something to hold on to, in the end giving up and slamming his palms flat on the floor. Gerard bucked his hips, making the Ringmaster go deeper inside of him. The Ringmaster growled and dug his fingernails into Gerard's hips, pulling them higher. He was panting as he said, "Are you close my pet?" Gerard's voice was high as he answered, "Yes, yes I'm close! C-can I please -- oh GOD! -- c-come?"

The Ringmaster grinned and gave another vicious thrust, then said, "You may." Gerard groaned loudly and pushed himself against the other man, his orgasm hitting him hard. He came violently, his seed spilling onto his chest as he did so. The Ringmaster bit hard onto his bottom lip and thrust in one last time, coming inside Gerard. The two collapsed fully onto the floor, panting. They lay like that for maybe a minute, but then the Ringmaster pulled out and stood. He grabbed a towel laying on the bed and cleaned himself off, then tossed the towel on Gerard.

After putting his clothes back to rights, he retrieved his jacket (walking through me to do it) and left. Gerard didn't stir, and I was worried he was dead. I walked over to him and said, "Gerard, can you hear me?" "M-m... Mama?" I shook my head. "No Gerard, I'm not your mother." His eyes finally opened, and when he saw me he grabbed the towel ad covered himself with it. "Who are you?" He asked, confusion showing in his hazel eyes. For a minute it struck me how much resemblance there was between Mikey and Gerard, but I shook my head clear of the thought and said, "I'm a friend of your brother's. I want to help you."

He got to his feet, wincing, then went behind a changing screen in the far corner of the room. "How're you gonna help? No on can help me, he owns me now." By the defeated tone in his voice I knew he wasn't happy about it. But I thought for a minute, then asked, "Are you married to him?" His head peaked out from the screen, a scornful look on his face. "Are you kidding me? Of course we're not married!" "Did he make you take any kind of oath?" Gerard stepped back into the room wearing pajama pants but no shirt due to his back. "No... But he said that blood calls to blood so I'm his."

I smiled at him and shook my head. "It's not true. If it were Mikey would have owned you first." "How do you know?" He asked skeptically. "I just do." And it was true, it was like there was a voice whispering truths into my head, and I knew my intuition had kicked in. "The Ringmaster only has power over you if you let him. You can get away if you want." He thought about it, then shook his head. "He'll kill Mikey." "Can't see how, he's safe." Suddenly I heard a banging and spun around. "It's the marchers, the meeting's started." Gerard said quietly. "Meeting?" "He likes to get them riled up about once a week."

I turned back to Gerard and sighed, I was suddenly quite fatigued. "I think I better go. Rest Gerard, remember what I said and have faith. We will save you." He stared at me, but he didn't look so forlorn. To the contrary, he looked quite hopeful. "Thank you." He muttered. "You're welcome." I replied. I closed my eyes, and I had the sensation I was being sucked down a long tunnel, and when it ended I opened them again. I was in my own room, back in my body. But I wasn't alone.

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Don'tcha just wanna kill that Ringmaster guy? I created him and I still hate him. Review please.