Antichrist (Frerard)

15: This Chapter Is Like 90% Porn, But It's Better Quality Porn Than Last Time

"What is it with you and him?" Mikey's words came in the form of a thorough interrogation badly masked behind the facade of a casual question, but of course, Gerard saw through it instantly, not that it seemed to make all that much difference, due to the fact that he wasn't exactly rearing to answer his younger brother's question in the first place - believe it or not.

"What do you mean by that?" Gerard played dumb, brushing his hair back from his eyes: the two of them sat behind the mausoleum in a kind of secretive manner, in that they really shouldn't have been there, but it wasn't like it was going to get anyone killed, and therefore left Mikey's conscience unscathed: Gerard wouldn't have minded either way.

"I mean, what are you doing with him?" Mikey rephrased his question, knowing far too well that Gerard had understood him perfectly, and simply just didn't particularly want to take his chances when it came to answering the question. "You're fucking... that's obvious. But is it something else, Gerard? Is he your boyfriend or-"

"I'm his fucking master, Mikey. I don't do boyfriends, and don't do happy little lovesick puppy things. I fuck, and I fuck because it feels damn good." There wasn't an ounce of uncertainty with his response, and that shut Mikey up for a few seconds, as he began to ponder the truth his brother had just admitted to him. "He's so fucking loyal, and so fucking pretty, though. It'd be a shame to end him just now, and put that all to waste, because I can exploit him forever before I have make him pay the price."

"You're such a fucking sadist that it's making me sick." Mikey snapped, shuffling just a little away from his older brother, and generally praying that Gerard wouldn't continue to describe his sexliife in such great detail. "Frank doesn't really want this mess and all this screwed up shit, you know that, don't you, Gerard? He just thinks that you're attractive and he's stupid enough to let his dick think for him. Don't take advantage of that, because despite this mess, he's still my friend."

"I think he knows what he wants, and I honestly don't think he was lying when he was begging for me to fuck him, so here's a suggestion - shut up about things when you don't have a clue regarding what you're talking about, huh?"

"You're awfully possessive over him if you apparently don't care about him, you know that, huh?" Mikey sighed out, throwing his gaze over the darkened horizon, and generally, just away from his brother, and the nonsense he spun from his lips.

"He's mine, I'm his fucking master. I have more than a right to be possessive over him - I practically have to be, so seriously, Mikey, just shut the fuck up-"

"I'm just trying to make sure that my friend doesn't get hurt, you know, with all this fucking mess with Ray, I can't afford to lose everyone." Mikey sighed out, his heart sinking like it had suddenly become an anchor at the mention of Ray and the thoughts it brought, and how once they began to fill his mind, they wouldn't even contemplate leaving' for hours to come, and if Mikey was honest, it hurt like hell itself.

"So this is still about you, huh? Not about Frank at all, and I thought as much too, honestly you're the most selfish good guy I've ever met, and you choose that over being the most selfless bad guy in the world-"

"Because I'm not a bad guy, Gerard, I actually give the slightest hint of damn about anybody, unlike you." And Mikey made those words hurt, with no intentions otherwise, and he wasn't at all afraid to let Gerard know that.

"Well then, I'm not a bad guy either. I care, I care about somebody."

"Frank." Mikey guessed it in one, shaking his head as he wondered how his brother even lied to himself about this mess, but however he did so, he really seemed to do it well. "You care about Frank."