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You Taste Like My Brother	By : druscillaryan Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2139 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-You taste like my brother
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Disclaimer: You know I don’t own them. Gerard and Mikey do not fuck or love each other in any more than a brotherly way. I am also fairly confident none of MCR cheats on their girlfriends with each other, which is why I think all rock stars should stay single, but that’s another discussion.

”You Taste Like My Brother”

It wasn’t an uncommon sound, to hear sex noises coming from hotel rooms. The particular sounds coming from this particular room however, made Gerard Way look up from the notebook he was scribbling in. He cocked his head to the side for a moment before nodding and slowly shutting the notebook, carefully placing his pen on the bedside table.

He pressed his ear against the flimsy door separating his hotel room from the next. It took five seconds for him to sigh and shake his head. “Michael, Michael, Michael. Whatever am I going to do with you?”

”Beg.” Frankie demanded when Mikey threaded his fingers through his dark hair, breaths coming in choked gasps. “Beg for it or I’m fucking gone.”

“P-Please . . .” The blonde’s eyes shone. He knew he’d get it later for this, but at the moment he couldn’t have cared if a gun were held to his head. “P-Please, Frank . . . G-God . . .”

Slowly two lips encircled Mikey’s painfully hard erection. The older and taller, though uncontrollably submissive one, moaned as he watched the head of his friend best moving up and down over him. “Fuck.” he murmured before his throat started emitting consensual groans from the pleasure owed to a pair of slightly chapped lips adorned by a metal ring.

Gerard walked to the bathroom and checked his make up, adding more eyeliner to his right eye and running a brush through his hair. Mikey perceived Gerard as perfect and the older Way brother did nothing to disprove that theory. Gerard gave himself a last glance before walking to the bureau and opening the top drawer, pulling out the electronic card key to his brother’s room.

“Oh, Michael, the rules really weren’t that hard to follow, were they?”

”Don’t stop.” Mikey hissed as Frankie straightened up. “What the—“

“Would you rather I leave you here?” the other snapped. “You’re not the one giving orders here.”

The door opened and quickly snapped shut. “No,” Gerard agreed, his arms crossed. “That would be me.”

Mikey’s eyes widened and he made a move to reach for the comforter, but two words from his brother stopped that motion. “Michael, no.”

Frankie’s green eyes moved from Gerard to Mikey and back again. “What the—“ Gerard had threaded his fingers painfully through the youngest’s hair before the curse could come tumbling through his recently debauched lips. “Gerard, what is—“

“You don’t speak unless spoken to.” Gerard said in a harsh voice. “Do you understand me?”

The other seemed to struggle for a moment until the older man raised an eyebrow at him. “Y-Yes.”

“Good. Michael?” Gerard’s brother didn’t even say anything, just sat there in the position he had moved to when he made to grab the blanket. “Tell Frank here what rules you’ve just broken.”

Mikey gulped a few times before looking off in a corner of the room. “I’m not permitted to engage in sexual activities with other people as a submissive.” he whispered.

“And what happens when you break the rules, Michael?” Gerard asked, leaning forward and pressing his lips against Frankie’s ear. “This is the good part.” he murmured.

“I get punished.”

“Good.” Gerard twisted the hand holding Frankie’s hair until the younger boy was staring at him. “And you need to learn to be a little nicer in the bedroom now, don’t you?” Frankie’s green eyes just stared. “Answer me.” Gerard snapped.

“Y-Yes.”

“Good. Michael, help Frank get out of his clothes.” Gerard loosened his grip on his friend’s dark hair and leaned against the wall, watching his brother helping his best friend out of his jeans, belt, and tee shirt. No underwear. Gerard chuckled. Typical. A dominant whore.

When the tee shirt had been tossed next to the other articles of clothing, both men turned to Gerard expectantly. Gerard smirked at how quickly Frank’s defiant green eyes had morphed into Mikey’s permanently apprehensive orbs.

“Michael?” The younger brother moved quickly from the bed and started to quickly remove the elder’s clothes. There was no embarrassment or shyness in his movements, just a sexually frustrated fear. Gerard caught Mikey’s chin when the younger stood up. “You,” he smiled, “are going to fuck Frank, you understand? So go get what you’ll need.”

Mikey obediently walked toward his suitcase.

“You.” Gerard moved toward the bed, and Frankie, slowly. The smirk on his face disappeared only when he captured the other man’s lips with his own. When the kiss broke, Gerard caught Frank’s chin the same way he had done Mikey’s. “You taste like my brother, you cock-sucking slut.”

Frankie’s eyes widened, if possible, even more.

“I could hear the two of you in my room. I could hear the sounds your mouth was having him make. Now, despite being a disobedient little fuck, Michael’s quite skilled at giving good head, so we’ll see just how you two compare.” Gerard moved his hand and sat down on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. It only took one slap to a very confused face before Frank’s lips encircled Gerard’s cock.

“Michael?” Gerard asked, expertly suppressing his moans. “Go ahead, darling.” Mikey knelt behind his best friend on the bed. “Everything but preparation, sweetheart.” Gerard said, bringing a hand up to stroke at Frank’s hair.

Like we were pets. Frank thought before gasping and pulling away from Gerard, his eyes watering from Mikey pressing into him.

“I didn’t say stop.” Gerard said sharply.

“I-It h—“

“It hurts?” Gerard asked cynically. “Of course it does. I wouldn’t have had him fuck you if it felt good. That’s not the purpose of a punishment.”

“B-But I—“

“You what?”

Frankie looked into Gerard’s harsh eyes and quickly lowered his head and started expertly sucking, again, at the other man’s hard on.

Mikey hadn’t stopped moving once throughout that brief conversation. He seemed almost like a robot, but Gerard had seen the hint of a smile across his brother’s face. It wasn’t that Mikey was a desensitized human being who felt his only purpose was to serve his brother’s every sexual whim.

Mikey was a submissive whore who was deeply in love with his brother and despite being as submissive as a fucking Barbie doll, being aggressive under his brother’s orders was an entirely new experience, and a welcome one.

“Michael? Fuck the hell out of him.”

Gerard’s hand continued stroking Frankie’s hair as Mikey set a pace inside his best friend that came damn near tearing him. Gerard looked at the youngest just long enough to see cheeks glistening with tears. Gerard smirked at his brother, who lowered his eyes quickly.

“Michael, be a good boy and help him along?”

Frank stopped all movement for the barest of moments as he felt Mikey’s calloused hand circle around his cock, quickly pumping him in motion to the irregular thrusts.

Gerard’s toes curled as Frankie clumsily continued with his ‘orders’. Mikey knew what that meant. Gerard never screamed or moaned during an orgasm. It would have taken away from his dominant role, becoming submissive even long enough to come. So, Mikey always waited for his brother’s toes to curl.

Gerard pulled Frankie up by the hair and kissed him fiercely as Mikey pumped him one more time before his hand was coated in milky liquid.

“Michael, you’re done.”

Mikey pulled out of Frank quickly and the younger one would have collapsed against Gerard if Mikey hadn’t caught him from behind. “Clothes.” he said, helping Frank into them.

“Go to your room.” Gerard said, smirking again. “Shower and go to bed. Early day tomorrow.” Dazed, Frank nodded and started for the door. “Oh, Frankie, sweetheart? Don’t ever make my brother beg again.”

Mikey turned to look at his brother who caught him by the wrist and pulled him onto the bed, quickly kneeling between Mikey’s legs. The only lubrication was Frankie’s saliva. Mikey moaned and gasped as a familiar force pressed deep inside him.

“Gee . . .”

“That was very bad, Michael.” Gerard scolded as he thrust quickly in and out of his brother. “You know that.”

“Yes.”

“And you did it because?”

“I’m an ungrateful little shit?”

Gerard actually smiled and wrapped an arm around his brother’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “Good enough. You know I love you, right?”

“Love you, too.”

---FINISHED---

It could have been smuttier, I suppose.

Cuddles and kisses and Waycest chocolates for all!
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