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I Am the Way...	By : mychemicalresurrection Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1369 -:- Recommendations : 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.

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Disclaimer: I know neither Gerard Way nor the members of My Chemical Romance. This is a work of pure fiction and is not meant to slander or in other way make infamous Gerard Way or any other member of his lovely troupe of sexies.

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~I Don’t Love You~

I called my brother’s name over and over as the doors to the bus closed behind me. He wouldn’t answer. The other guys looked altogether bewildered as I chased him down the median, with him beating me by a long shot. He locked himself in the back room, which held a television and couches and such.

With a sigh, I returned to the front of the bus to sit dejectedly with the other band members. They exchanged worried looks before Bob spoke up finally. “What just happened, man?”

Bob never was the one to take any crap. I couldn’t lie to him, “You guys, I don’t know why I did it, but I just kissed my brother in front of about a thousand blood-thirsty paparazzi.”

Without a word, Frank stood up and went to the back of the bus. If anyone could talk Mikey out of his funk, it was Frank. He had been roommates with my brother for a while and had probably seen him in more of a natural environment than I ever had. My eyes followed him as he tapped the door and called quietly, “Mikey, it’s Frank… let me in…”

The door cracked and Frank disappeared into the room. I turned back to the others and they were all glowering at me. Their eyes seethed with venom as they looked at me. “What?”

Bob looked at Ray and then back at me, shaking his head he said in an exasperated voice, “Don’t you think you’ve done enough Gerard without making a mockery of Mikey on whatever little quest for fame you’ve got going on right now…?” He took a sip of his beer and stared out of the window as we pulled onto the highway.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I growled, going immediately into a defensive mode. “Ray, do you know what he’s talking about?”

I figured Ray would be on my side for once, but he shook his head, his thick hair waving only a little as he shook his head, “He’s right. It was enough that you had a fit in the bathroom and went to the hospital… you knew that would attract a crowd. But kissing him in front of those blood-thirsty photographers? What’s wrong with you, man?”

My mouth hung open as I stared at the two of them. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t my fault, but I couldn’t tell them that. They would send me right back to the hospital and demand I be put into the Loony Bin. There was no way I could just come right out and say ‘Hey you guys, I’m not psycho or power-hungry, I’m just possessed by the Patient so stop being douche-bags.’ No, I didn’t think that would go over to well, so I just grumbled, “Whatever,” and crawled into my bunk, closing the curtain so I could be alone.

“Well that was fun, wasn’t it?” the Patient’s voice came from my mouth. I rolled my eyes, realizing how much he was enjoying this.

“Oh, yeah, it was an absolute fuckin’ riot kissing my sibling,” I cursed. “You’ve had your shits and giggles now, haven’t you? You can leave me alone…” I began unwrapping my hands and tossing the used bandages, which were spotted here and there with blood, into a pile so I could throw them away. Now that I looked at my knuckles, I was disgusted. They were more torn up than I had remembered and now they were swollen to twice their size. I bit my bottom lip slightly, overtaken with anger.

“Sweet, mortal… I’ve only just begun…” he whispered with a menacing laugh. I could feel my arms moving, but the more I tried to stop letting him control me, the more he seemed to be able to do so.

“What now? What are you doing to me?” I wrestled with my own muscles and tendons as they seemed to take on a life of their own. “Stop,” I demanded, as I felt my fingertips reach my pants’ button. I tried to pull my hands away, but I couldn’t. The button was undone and the zipper down before I could stop. I gasped as my chilled hand reached inside my boxer shorts of their own accord and traced my thigh. “Stop!” I protested louder. I didn’t want this. I wasn’t in the mood, but he was making me now.

I growled slightly and heard him moan inside my head, “That’s it Gerard… yes… you’re giving in more, aren’t you? You like that.”

“STOP!” I yelled louder than I knew.

“Shut up, Gerard!” I heard someone call from outside the bunk.

“FUCK YOU!” I yelled back, gritting my teeth and trying harder than ever to stop myself. I couldn’t. I was now fully erect despite my attempts to stop what was going on and the Patient was using my body to fulfill his sick pleasures.

“Embrace me, Gerard… just calm down and let yourself enjoy it…” he drawled in my ears.

“NO! STOP IT!” My hand ached as it wrapped around my erection and began massaging me. “STOP NOW! YOU’RE HURTING ME, YOU BASTARD!” My stitches were ripping open and I could feel the blood running down my hand.

“God dammit, Gerard, if you’re going to talk to yourself at least do it so we can’t hear you!” Ray’s voice was right beside my bunk.

I had no choice. I had to endure it in silence. If I was found out it would be straight to the Loony Bin. I grated my teeth and lay back, trying to take myself to a happy place and ignore what was going on between my legs. I could feel hot tears streaming into my eyes as I wished this was all just a bad dream. My hand was working me hard, in an all-too-familiar way. I wanted it to stop, but I was so close.

The heat rose in my face and body under the uncomfortably hot hooded sweatshirt now as precum dripped off of the head of my erection. Why wouldn’t it end? Why? I tried to think about something better, but the bizarrely out of body feeling of raping myself was too distracting to leave. “Fine…” I sobbed, tears running down my face. I relaxed as he worked me, no longer writhing to escape. Closing my eyes, I finished all over the bunk, my black pants now stained with white semen.

“Oh, Gerard… you’re so beautiful…” he crooned as I rolled away from the curtain and cried harder than I ever had in my entire life. “… we should do that again very soon. I do miss being able to masturbate… and my girlfriend? Wow. She was good. We should find a woman and-“

“Just shut the fuck up and leave me alone,” I croaked out between sobs, curling into fetal position, which was somehow comforting right now despite the fact that I was still covered in my own shameful liquids. My hands throbbed with pain, still bleeding slightly, as I cried until I fell asleep.
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