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Bruise	By : feliday Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1812 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bruise
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Brothers Way and they never commited incest as far as I know.
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Gerard lay on his carpet, enjoying the feeling of being cradled by the earth in his basement room. When the light was right the dyed black of his hair blended in with the black of his carpet so well. Mikey had once told him that it looked like Gerard’s hair grew out of the ground, chaining him down here like a prisoner.
Gerard was quite sure Mikey had been exaggerating, though. Probably thought it would make him come out of his room more often. Gerard hadn’t said anything about the prison comment but it had been on his mind for a while, until he had a dream of Mikey dressed as Wonder Woman saving him from his underground prison. Since then he liked lying on the carpet even more. Maybe one day his dream would come true.
He snorted to himself, remembering the image of Mikey in the golden corset and star-sprinkled shorts, as he heard the door creak open. Looking up Gerard saw his brother and broke out laughing, leaving Mikey looking down confused at his brother, but after a short while he simply shrugged and sat down next to Gerard.
Eventually Gerard calmed down again and reached out for Mikey’s wrist. He stopped short for a moment, because Mikey’s pulse warmers felt strange; almost like metal. But he probably was hallucinating.
“Hey where have you been? I looked for you in the house but you were nowhere to be found.”
“Aww did you miss you baby brother?” Mikey asked, some strange look in his eyes.
“Well no, actually I only wanted to borrow a smoke,” Gerard replied with a smirk.
Mikey gave Gee’s head a slight shove, but handed him a fag none the less.
“You can be happy I went and bought some, git.”
“You are too lovely,” Gerard replied, pressing a kiss to Mikey’s cheek.
He just huffed in return and lit their cigarettes.
Gerard snaked his arm around Mikey’s middle to pull him closer, but as his fingers pressed into Mikey’s side the other boy let out a pained scream and got up and away from Gerard instinctively.
“For fucks sake, what’s up with you Mikey?” Gerard inquired irritably from the floor.
Mikey looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he stammered,
“Uhmmm…sorry, I just, I just... uhmm have a bruise there that’s all.”
Gerard’s right eyebrow rose. “A bruise? How did you get a bruise there?”
Mikey played with the hem of his shirt and it took him pretty long to answer. “I kinda bumped into the door knob.”
Gerard knew he was lying. It was screaming obvious but he let it be for now.
He would figure out a way to make Mikey tell him. “I want to see it,” he said.
“What?”
“I want to see your bruise, please.” Gerard repeated. “You know how much I like them.”
“Yeah right, I know, sicko.” Mikey answered, but he couldn’t resist his brother’s pleading look.
“Come here,” he said, almost inaudibly, and lifted the shirt slightly. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched Gerard carefully set down his cigarette in the ashtray.
But before he could do anything Gerard was already on his knees on front of him and had shoved Mikey’s T-shirt further up to fully expose the purplish-blue expanse of skin.
Gerard knew it was totally impossible to get a bruise like that from a doorknob, even for Mikey, who was a master at hurting himself in ways that seemed impossible to normal people. But Gee settled with studying the bruise instead of commenting.
It started shortly above Mikey’s jeans and went up to the second rib. In the height of his navel it was dark blue, almost black, turning into a deep tone of purple and a greenish kind of skin color on the outskirts. It was utterly beautiful, and he told Mikey so.
The younger one opened his mouth to start ranting about Gerard’s sickness once again but was stopped short by a thumb gently stroking over the bruise.
Gerard had a dreamy expression on his face as he watched his fingers glide over the swollen skin. He was fascinated by the way the colour changed when he pressed down.
Mikey didn’t like the look at all. He took a last long drag from his cigarette and threw it into the ashtray, too. Wincing, he closed his eyes as Gerard pressed down a bit too hard. But they flew open again when he felt the press of lips against his skin just a moment later.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked Gerard, irritated, who was kneeling there, eyes closed, lips lying unmoving on his brother’s skin; One hand on Mikey’s hip, the other dangerously close to his crotch.
At hearing his brothers voice he slowly opened his eyes and looked up to Mikey seductively.
“I’m kissing it better,” he said in a mock porn husky voice.
“That’s it! Get the fuck a…” Mikey stopped again. This time because Gerard had started to lightly nibble on the bruise and then lick the irritated skin.
He felt Gerard smirk against him as he put a hand on his shoulder for balance.
“You like that, hmm?”
Mikey just nodded.
It was soothing his nerves. He had been stressed out all day. This was relaxing him so much he had to be careful not to moan in contempt.
It felt so good he was getting hard. He knew it was sick but somehow he was sure Gerard wouldn’t mind. He was rather probably actually doing all the kissing, nibbling and sucking just because he liked making him feel dirty. With Gerard everything was possible.
And then there was the evil smirk against his side again. He didn’t have too long to wonder what would come next for Gee already bit down on his skin. Hard. Mikey gasped in pain as he felt the skin tear and his blood started to leak out.
He pushed Gerard away from him roughly, screaming.
“You bastard, you fucking bit me. Look at me! I’m bleeding!”
It would have been nice if Gerard at least would have tried to look apologetic, but no! His fucking brother simply sat sprawled on the ground, grinning like the Cheshire cat that got the cream.
“I think it’s hot. And your body seems to like it, too,” he said, looking pointedly at Mikey’s crotch.
Stomping his foot to the ground Mikey let out a frustrated groan and turned to leave the room, but Gerard cought his hand before he could get away and attached his mouth onto the wound. His free hand went straight to Mikey’s package, drawing a moaned “fuck” from his lips.
Mikey’s hand went to Gerard’s head, intent to pull him away from the wound, but somehow his fingers got tangled in Gerard’s black tresses and he ended up pulling him closer. The mix of pleasure and pain was highly arousing and he couldn’t stop his hips from moving against Gerard’s hand.
Gerard knew far too well how to manipulate him.
That’s because he is your fucking brother! a voice in Mikey’s head said. And it made his stomach lurch.
As if he had read Mikey’s mind, Gerard replied before his brother even started talking.
“Don’t care,” he said against Mikey’s skin. To make sure Mikey stopped caring, too, he pushed his tongue straight into the tear and made Mikey moan as the pain ripped through him.
“See, I knew. You are just as perverted as I am.” And this time it was Mikey who answered “Don’t care.”
Gerard just hummed and started massaging Mikey’s erection with more force.
“You know how fucking good you taste? I’ve been thinking about this for so long, Mikes.”
Mikey whimpered in response and tightened the grip he had on his brother’s hair. He was close. And the fact that he knew just too well, where the hand that had held his up until now was going, wasn’t exactly making it better.
Gerard chose the moment to abandon the wound and focus all his attention to Mikey’s jean-clad crotch. Gee’s hand massaging his balls and that damn mouth ofhis sucking him, even though there were two layers of cloth separating them, were enough to make him come.
The whole situation was simply too much.
Hearing his brother groan above him Gerard came, too, shortly before Mikey’s knees gave out and he slipped down into Gerard’s arms, nestling his limp body against his brother, who was reaching out for one of his black T-shirts to press against the wound so the bleeding would stop.
When Mikey’s breathing had returned to normal he nuzzled Gerard’s neck witha contented sigh.
“You ok?” Gerard asked his little brother, concerned.
“Yeah.”
And Gee could feel the smile against the skin. After a while of holding Mikey in silence Gerard felt his brother’s breath become deeper and his body relaxing even more.
Mikey had fallen asleep. Gerard pressed a kiss to his head and let a hand stray down to rearrange Mikey’s shirt, when he was caught by a flash of Mikey’s underwear.
And as you see Gerard knew almost everything about Mikey and one thing he knew for sure. Mikey was so not owning a pair of briefs in this color. Intrigued, Gerard wanted to know more about the new underwear.
Should he find out Mikey had gotten them from another guy, that guy was dead meat.
Gerard pushed the hem of Mikey’s jeans down to get a better look at the design. It hadwhite stars on blue ground. Suddenly Gerard remembered. The strangefeeling of Mikey’s wrist warmers made sense now.
He knew the star pattern and heknewthe particular tone of blue.
He had seen it over a thousand times already: in his fucking Wonder Woman comics.
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