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Mikey guides him upright to a sitting position and grins over at Gerard, leaning close to speak against his jaw, curled around Frank's back, low enough that Frank can barely hear. "Is that alright, Gerard? He's going to take you, but you won't come until I do, because you're still mine."

Frank frowns, trying to lean closer and hear what they're saying, see why Gerard flushes before closing his eyes and nodding, biting his lip. "Okay," Gerard says, and that he could hear properly. Whatever it is that Mikey wants him to do, Gerard is okay with it.

"Frank, there's a bottle in the pocket of my satchel. Would you bring it here?" Frank doesn't want to leave the bed, feels like getting out might break whatever spell has made this night so amazing (it's still his birthday, still the same night that he hugged all his relatives goodbye for the last time, though they didn't know it), but he knows that it's not really a question, and he doesn't want to make Mikey angry.

He scurries off as quick as he can, wanting to get back to bed where it doesn't seem to strange for him to be half-bare in this rented room. He hands the bottle to Mikey, but after unscrewing it, Mikey takes Frank's hand and pours a fresh-smelling oil over his fingers.

Frank blinks at it, confused, and tests the slippery slide of his fingers against each other. "What's this for?" he asks, sniffing at the oil curiously. He can't pinpoint what the smell is past that it's good.

He looks up at Mikey, not wanting to rest his slippery fingers against his body, holding his hand slightly in the air. If this is part of what Mikey wants him to do to Gerard--he doesn't know how it would be and he frowns at the thought.

Mikey nudges Gerard, who rolls obediently on to his stomach, trembling a little. "You're going to use your fingers to stretch Gerard, Frankie. Don't worry, I'll help." He takes Frank's wrist and coaxes him until he extends two fingers--his hands are so small, and Gerard is used to Mikey being far rougher with him that this--slipping them down to the swell where Gerard's back gives way to his legs. Mikey uses his other hand to tap the inside of Gerard's thighs until he spreads them further. "Here we are Frankie, no need to worry, it'll all be so good."

Frank frowns further at Mikey's words, and he has to bite back the exclamation of I'm not a baby. Mikey is only a year older than him, after all, even if he's been that age for a hundred years. "So I--" and at the very least he is glad of Mikey here, for knowing what to do, and with Mikey's help he presses two fingers into Gerard, slow. "Doesn't that hurt?" he asks, giving Mikey a worried glance.

"He's fine," Mikey croons a little, speeding up the movement of Frank's hand with his own, gripping tight around his wrist with long fingers. He wants this control, because if Frank isn't imprinted with that central concept in Mikey and Gerard's life (Mikey is in charge), the three of them will never fit together. "He's used to worse. Curl your fingers a little."

Frank's eyes widen at that, worse? what does that even mean? but he obeys, because from the time that he's spent with the Ways he's seen Gerard's quiet assent to everything Mikey does, the submissive "Whatever you want" attitude. He curls his fingers experimentally, moving them, and he thinks he's doing something wrong except that when he shifts at a certain angle Gerard gasps, body jerking. He blinks, staring.

Mikey smiles at Frank's surprised fascination with his effect on Gerard. "I think he's ready." After all, Frank is young and proportionate. Gerard can handle it; Gerard can handle anything Mikey gives him. Frank turns a little to look up at him, confused, but Mikey just reopens the oil and pours some over his own hand, and fists almost-roughly over Frank's cock, to his gasp. He taps Frank's hip, lining him up. "Go on, there we are."

Frank stares, because he understands, basically, what Mikey is telling him to do and can I really do that? But Gerard already said it was okay, he heard Gerard say it, so he grips Gerard's hips for dear life and pushes in, almost wanting to cry at the intensity of it. There was something that felt like this and no one ever told me?

Gerard arches his back, because, god, when he was watching Frank, thinking of taking him in his hands, he never pictured them like this, Frank's fingers digging bruises smaller than the ones Mikey leaves on his hip. And Mikey is watching, eyes lidded, hand just resting on Frank's back, feeling his muscles tense as he moves.

Frank doesn't know to wait, isn't aware that he's being rough but he is, thrusting in harder and clutching at Gerard's hips, fingernails starting to claw in and leave red crescents along Gerard's hipbone. He moans, entirely unselfconscious, and Gerard echoes him a moment later as he snaps in again.

Mikey palms over himself lightly, more absently, out of a lack of current diversion than with any real purpose. Frank is just as beautiful, just as strong, as he'd hoped. And Gerard--Mikey smiles and gives himself a quick squeeze--Gerard is perfect in his eyes, just like always. Frank's movements are growing increasingly erratic, and Mikey leans over to nip at his neck, not enough to bite the skin, but more than enough to push him over the edge.

Frank comes in a split second, fingers digging further into the soft skin at Gerard's hips. He's loud as he does, breathing hard (and the breathing they'll no doubt have to train out of him, because he hasn't really realized that he actually doesn't have to). He looks over to Mikey cautiously, not knowing what to do next or whether he can just stay like this like he wants to.

Mikey rests a hand on Frank's arm where it's still tense with his grip on Gerard's hips. "I'd like a turn now, Frank." His voice is mild, but the blood he took from Frank is thrumming through him, and Frank can feel it, so, reluctantly, he crawls to kneel next to Gerard's side. Mikey realigns himself and snaps his hips in, fast and definite.

And that--that is familiar enough and he meets almost no resistance from Gerard, pushing back almost immediately. It's different with Frank watching, but not in a bad way, and he lets out a harsh sound as Mikey rocks in harder, hands over where Frank's just where.

He can't erase the marks Frank left, but he can cover them with his own, make it clear that though Frank is theirs, and he'll share when he deems it appropriate, Gerard will always be his. He bends to kiss the back of Gerard's neck, pressing them together, back to chest, and his eyes dart over to Frank's wide eyes. He smiles, fangs flashing. Mine.

Frank sits and stares, watching the two of them. He knows it's stupid to be jealous, when he considers what Mikey just let him do, but still. He watches them intently, trying to figure out how to be better for Gerard if Mikey lets him do it again, seeing the way that Gerard's hair hangs in his face and his mouth hangs open.

Mikey hisses and slips a hand under Gerard's hips to trace along where his length is pressed tight to the bed. He barely has to be put air behind his words, whispering them into Gerard's neck, just behind his ear. "Almost, almost time." He rolls his hips and bites down, licking at the pinpricks of blood.

Gerard arches up, neck straining to give Mikey more room to bite down, trying to tempt him to do it again. "Please, come on," he breathes, and his eyes meet Frank's wide ones. He almost feels guilty for a moment, because he has no doubt that Frank is feeling inadequate and it's not fair, not when Mikey has had an entire century to learn what to do with him like this.

Meeting Gerard's eyes when he's like this, desperate under Mikey, makes Frank's stomach twist in uncomfortable ways and also amazing ones. He looks gorgeous, hair falling around his face, but Frank wishes that he could have done this, or at least that he could help. But Mikey's made it perfectly clear that when he's taking his pleasure with Gerard, it is for him and Gerard alone.

For his part, Mikey strokes Gerard firmly and hisses "Now" in his ear when he bites down, hips jerking to completion at the taste of his brother's blood on his lips again.

And Gerard even now is helpless not to obey his little brother, coming with a sharp exhalation, eyes squeezing shut. Frank watches in fascination as his fingers clench tighter in the sheets, Mikey's teeth sinking into his neck. And he's already gotten the chance, but he wants to be able to do that to Gerard too.

Mikey takes a few gentle swallows of Gerard's blood before he kisses the wound and down to his shoulder, hand sliding out from beneath his brother to rest on his hip. Shutting his eyes, he smiles, then looks over at Frank, beckoning him over. Frank is a little hesitant, but he crawls over so Mikey can pull him into a one-armed embrace. "Welcome to our family."

"So it's going to be the three of us? Like this? Forever?" Frank smiles, wide and hopeful, and it only grows wider when Gerard nods, eyes opening. He snuggles in next to the two of them, still-warm against cold skin, and breathes out as hard as he can. Nothing happens. He doesn't start to cough.

"You really fixed me," Frank says, awed. "I'm... I'm really going to be okay." His grin widens further until it looks in danger of splitting his face and he leans up to kiss Gerard and then Mikey.

"Forever." Mikey smiles into the kiss and maybe nips at Frank's lip when he pulls away before making a face, frowning a little. They still have matters to take care of, much as he'd like to just pull them both close, savor the last vestiges of Frank's warmth. But he claimed the dominance in their family, and he has to take the responsibility that comes with it. "We need to leave tomorrow. If anyone sees Frank, it'll all go to pieces." He shifts a little, hips still locked with Gerard's. "Where now?"

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