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Title: Outside Heaven's Door [P+15/???]
Author: weallfadeaway
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Gerard, Frank/Mikey, Mikey/Bob, Mikey/Pete, Mikey/Alicia
Rating: This CH is NC-17.
Warning: Language. Adult Themes. Adult Situations. Sexual Content.
Disclaimer: I do not know any one in this story.
Summary: Sliding out and down the drainpipe, I ran as soon as my feet hit the ground. I could only think of one place to go, and I knew he would find me there, eventually. But if I could prolong this conversation any longer than I would have to, I really didn't care. All I wanted was to be gone. Away from that room. Away from that bed. Away from Gerard, if only for the moment.
Author's Note: I KNOW IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I POSTED A CHAP, BUT I HAVEN'T GIVEN UP ON IT. I PROMISE! OH, and I<3Frankie!


PROLOGUE + CHAPTER 1 + CHAPTER 2 + CHAPTER 3 + CHAPTER 4 + CHAPTER 5.1 + CHAPTER 5.2 + CHAPTER 6 + CHAPTER 7 + CHAPTER 8 + CHAPTER 9 + CHAPTER 10 + CHAPTER 11 + CHAPTER 12 + CHAPTER 13 + CHAPTER 14






I grabbed Pete by the collar, and brought his mouth back down to mine, roughly. I was impatient. God, was I impatient. It had been months since I'd seen him last, and to say I was eager was an understatement. I pulled him inside and slammed him up against the door, grabbing onto his ass instantly, and pulling him up to wrap his legs around my waist, as I slammed him back against the door again, our hips meeting with delicious friction. I moaned into his mouth, before detaching my lips from his and trailing kisses up his jawline, toward his ear.

"Fuck, Pete... We gotta get the skank off the bed, unless you want me to fuck you right here and now."

"Here. Now. I don't fucking care. Need you." he replied, his fingers finding the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head.

I kissed the corner of his mouth, and one of his hands found their way to the front of my jeans, palming me so slowly. "Mmm... missed you." I moaned.

"Missed you too." he giggled, speeding up his hand, before kissing me again. I was thrusting into his hand, and into his also jean-clad erection, making the door thump slightly. I listened for a moment to hear if Alicia was stirring at all, because she only had a few hits of the knockout concoction. It could wear off any moment, really. For Frank, it had taken a while, but he had smoked way more than Alicia. I was estimating another ten minutes before she would be waking up.

I bit onto his bottom lip, as he began undoing the zipper on my jeans. He pulled away, telling me to put him down. Hell yeah, I would comply. I backed myself against the door, and let my pants fall. His long, slender fingers curled around me, working me at a slow pace, as he slowly sank to his knees. He teasingly licked at the tip, like a child licking an ice cream cone, lapping at the precome dripping from the tip.

"Fuck, we waited so long... just suck it already." I commanded.

"Yes, sir." he replied, jokingly, smiling. I glared at him for a moment, and he just looked up at me, blowing me a kiss, before taking me into his mouth, as far as he could. God, it was even more incredible than I remember. He had a wide tongue that just curled around me so perfect, and the way he looked when he sucked in his cheeks was enough to make me wanna grab what little hair he had and fuck the shit out of his perfect mouth until he didn't have a face left.

"Oh god, Pete." I moaned. But I definitely wasn't the only one who did. And that definitely wasn't one of Pete's 'hi, my mouth's full of cock' moans either. My eyes sprang open. The bed. Alicia's eyes were fluttering open. Shit. This wasn't good.

Or maybe... it could be.


[Gerard's POV]


I went to go grab Frankie a glass of water, although it was taking me alot longer than it should. I just need some time to think.

He was still pretty freaked out about the dream. I didn't know what could have scared him so badly. Especially what about me could have freaked him out so hard. I don't know. I could just be being paranoid. But... when your boyfriend who's just been raped by your brother wakes you up in the middle of the night screaming not only his name in terror, but yours as well? Yeah, that's scary, and it kinda hurts.

Maybe Frankie was right. Maybe all this is too much and we should just...

No! What the fuck am I even thinking? I can't be thinking about breaking up with Frankie right after all that just happened to him. What kind of guy would I be then? Hi, I'm Gerard. You might know me as the guy who not only broke Frank's heart days after he was raped because he couldn't handle it, but also as the brother of said rapist, who happens to be my incestuous ex-lover. Holy crap. I don't think it really hit me how fucked up it all sounds until just now. Hello, Jerry Springer, here I come. Well, I might be heading to Chicago to find Mikey anyway. I could stop by and ask him for advice. I definitely wouldn't be the weirdest guy he'd ever talked to.

Or maybe I would. That would be the worst thing ever. To be known as the craziest guest on Jerry Springer.

Shit, I don't know how I went from thinking about breaking up with Frank to Jerry Springer.

I don't wanna break up with Frank anyway. I can't let this fuck up what we have. Like everyone said, it's just going to take some time. And I have time for him. I have time for us. I just don't know how long it's going to take and that's what scares me. I want my old Frankie back. And the more times I say that, the more I miss him. The more I realize this guy in his place... this broken shell of a man that's taken his place might never be the guy I fell in love with again.

Tears well up in my eyes, and I collapse into the chair, throwing my head onto the table. I began to sob openly, needing the release. I'd been holding it in ever since the 'incident'. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I jumped and spun, only to find Frankie's mom.

"Shit, you... umm... you scared me." I said, wiping my eyes.

"Sorry. How is he?" she asked.

"He's... the same. He had a nightmare." I said, simply.

"Oh. Well, they said those were normal." she said.

Normal. Great. It's normal for him to dream about me hurting him instead of Mikey.

I guess she noticed she had said something wrong, because her hand came back up to my shoulder. "Hey. I just meant, it's going to happen. His brain's trying to process the trauma, and it's going to most likely do it subconsciously."

"So, why was he screaming my name with Mikey's?" I asked her. And she froze.

"I... I don't know. Only he can really tell you." she said, "It was just a dream, though, Gerard. Remember that. It wasn't real."

"I know. Cuz I would never hurt him. Never." I said.

"Exactly. So, why are you so freaked out about it?" she asked.

I smiled a little. She was right. I shouldn't be freaked out, because I would never hurt Frankie. Ever. So, whatever it was he dreamed. It doesn't matter. Because I'm going to make goddamn sure that it doesn't come true. I'll make sure that Mikey never, ever lays one more finger on him. And I will never touch him out of anger.

"You're right." I said, getting up from the table, and grabbing the glass, looking toward the stairs and Frankie's room, sighing. "Well, thanks mom." I smiled, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, before heading back up the stairs.


[Mikey's POV]


"Mikey? What the fuck is going on here?" Alicia asked, holding her head and doing her best to sit up. Which she eventually succeeded at, after a few wobbley attempts.

Pete removed himself from me, and turned to look at the voice coming from the bed. He buried his head in my leg for a second, before looking up at me with embarrassment. "I guess she's awake."

I stroked his chin, lovingly, before helping him to his feet, and we both moved toward the bed, cautiously. She eyed us nervously, or maybe that was just because I was still naked from the waist down.

"Leesh, listen to me." I said, sitting next to her on the bed. "It's not what you think."

"It's not what I think? He wasn't just sucking your dick?" she asked, "You're fucking gay, Mikey! I thought we were coming out here because you liked me!" She curled up into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest in the far corner of the bed, pulling herself as far away from me as she could in her still slightly inebriated state.

I looked over to Pete, and motioned for him to retreat to the bathroom, to which he complied. I moved closer again, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, listen. I do like you, Leesh. And I'm not gay."

"Really? Cuz you might wanna tell him that." she said, pointing toward the closed bathroom door.

"I'm not. I'm bi." I said, "But, that's not the point."

"So, what the fuck is?" she asked, angrily.

"That I brought him here for you. For us. So that we could have some fun tonight." I smiled, "Only problem was that you checked out on the fun a little early tonight, and I wasn't expecting it. I had this whole thing set up for you, baby."

She glanced down at the bed, with a look of confusion on her face. She bit nervously at her bottom lip. But when she looked back at me with a small smile hinting at the corners of her lips, I knew that I had her. I smiled widely, taking her face in my hands and smashing my lips to hers, quickly.

I looked toward the door. Now, to convince Pete.


[Frankie's POV]


Gerard had been downstairs for awhile. I'm sure I freaked him out. God, how was I going to tell him about the dream? He was going to hate me. More than he already did, I'm sure.

I could hear him slowly coming up the stairs. He was more hesitant with every step closer he got to the door.

Fuck, I can't do this.

I bolted from the bed, and ran to my bedroom window, opening it as quietly as I could. Sliding out and down the drainpipe, I ran as soon as my feet hit the ground. I could only think of one place to go, and I knew he would find me there, eventually. But if I could prolong this conversation any longer than I would have to, I really didn't care. All I wanted was to be gone. Away from that room. Away from that bed. Away from Gerard, if only for the moment.

When I neared the park, I slowed down, confident I wasn't being followed yet. I walked toward the swing set. The place we met. God, I'll never forget that night...

I sat in the same seat I had been in that night and began swinging slowly, my eyes focused on the sky above, until I heard a twig snapping behind me. I closed my eyes tight, my back stiffening, before I sighed and said, "Hey, Gee."

"Hey, Cutie. You should have told me you could disappear like that. I would have bought you a cape."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I just... I needed a minute."

"Well, you could have just told me that instead of jumping out a window." he said, "You know, you could have torn some stitches or something."

"I'm not as delicate as you think." I scoffed.

"Trust me, baby, if anyone knows how un-delicate you are, it's me." he said.

"Ass." I smiled, "I don't know, for some reason, I really needed to be here."

He sighed, and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "Yeah. The night that changed my life."

"Our lives." I corrected, "But... remember what we talked about?"


"Okay, whoever the fuck is there... can you get on with the mugging and raping already? I have somewhere I have to be later." I said, trying to do anything to mask my fear, but when my voice came out about an octave higher and broke mid-sentence, it was a given that I was scared shitless.

Well, he definitely didn't look like the type that would steal my wallet. The raping I might not mind so much.
Whoa, what? Where did that come from?

"Well, I'm not gonna hurt you or nothing, kid. I just wanted to borrow your lighter." he said, as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"Oh... yeah. Sure." I said, handing it over. I cleaned out my bowl, and took out my own pack. Marlboro Red 100's, the same cigarettes he was smoking I noticed, and lit one when he handed me back the lighter. "Sorry. I just get really paranoid when I'm getting stoned, you know? You freaked me out a little. And I just moved here, so I don't really know how this place is yet. You could have been here to rape me for all I know."

He lowered his head, shaking with silent laughter, "Yeah, well, no raping tonight. Maybe next time, cutie."



"Oh shit." Gerard cursed with the realization, "Oh shit! Frankie... I didn't know... Is that what...?"

I hung my head, not wanting to talk about it, really, but knowing I had to get it out. If he loved me, really loved me, like he said he did, he would understand.

"It kind of had something to do with that. It was part of that night, and then it became the night at... Bob's house?"

I was referring to the threesome with him and his brother, and it took Gerard a second to understand what I was talking about. "Oh! Oh, god. Yeah."

"Anyway... we were all there. You, me, and Mikey. Only it wasn't as nice. Mikey was holding both of us captive. He had us tied up, naked, with a gun pointed at us. He put it to your head..." my voice broke, I could barely get the words out. I was thankful Gerard was standing behind me, and I didn't have to look into his eyes when I told him this. But it was still difficult nonetheless. "He held it to your head, and told you if you didn't do what he said he was going to shoot me, then leave you to starve with my body in the room for a whole week, and if you hadn't died by then or started eating me, he was going to come back and finish you off. That's when he told you to... hurt me. While he raped me. And afterward, he shot you anyway. And left me in the room with your dead body."

I wiped the tears from my face, and turned to look for Gerard, but he wasn't there.

"Gee?"

I looked toward the jungle gym, and he was sitting behind it, in the sand.

"Gerard?" I asked, coming to sit next to him. "I knew I shouldn't have told you."

"No. It's okay. I just got a bit nauseous. You have one twisted subconscious, you know that? It's kinda sad you suck at art, you'd come up with some amazing shit."

"Well, maybe I can write some screenplays. Become infamous in the horror industry. Or we could write a great comic."

Gerard looked over and nodded, "That we could, Cutie."

"I'm sorry. About everything."

"Stop apologizing." he said, leaning over and placing a kiss on my cheek. "Besides, I'm going to have everything taken care of sooner than you think."


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Thanks! I'll have more up soon, I REALLY hope. LoL.


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