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I claim this entry for Frank/Gerard/Mikey VAMPIRE PORNOGRAPHY IN THE COMMENTS.

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Gerard sucks in a sharp breath. "I--Mikey, I didn't, I." But he knows Mikey's right, even if he can't admit it to himself, that thoughts like that crossed his mind. He doesn't know why, doesn't get what it is about Frank that makes him do it, but. "I'm sorry," he says, finally, not sure of what else to say.

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Mikey wraps his arms tight around himself, hugging his ribcage. He doesn't want to have to feel this way, this inhuman sense of ownership, but he can't help the way his muscles tense when he thinks about Gerard touching that boy, even if it was just a hand on his arm (and Frank obviously knows nothing, wasn't plotting anything, he's just a child) "I hate it." He's trying to keep himself from shouting, wailing to all the rooftops, as he digs his nails into his own arms. "And you want to go back to him."

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"Mikey," Gerard says sternly, forcing his brother to look him in the eye. "If you don't want me to go back I am not going to go back. Period." He only intended to go back to talk, anyway, and with Mikey like this he knows that he can do without it, easily. Frank wouldn't be too broken up if the strange men that caught him stowing away didn't show up again, he's pretty sure.

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"But you want to." Mikey shrugs a little, helplessness written in the jerk of his shoulders. "You know I hate when you can't have what you want." It's undeniably true--when the flamenco dancer Gerard had been hoping to feed off of proved just too skilled to kill, Mikey had been the one who scowled darkly and found a new (less talented, but just as pretty) one. Mikey is never happy if Gerard isn't perfectly satisfied, and he knows somehow that Gerard won't be satisfied until he goes back to Frank.

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"I know." Gerard doesn't know what to say, because he wants to go back and see Frank, but on the other hand he hates when Mikey is like this, doing things he hates because Gerard wants them. "If you don't want me to, I won't, Mikey. I can stop wanting to if I don't think about it." And maybe he can and maybe he can't--but he can pretend for his brother's sake.

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"It won't change that you wanted him." Mikey ducks his head, spine curving into a protective slouch. Even if Gerard never sees Frank again, never mentions him, he'll always know. He'll have to remember every time Gerard moves towards him in the privacy of their room that the same shadow flashed across his face for some chubby little boy. "I'm going to read for a while." It's a definite dismissal--Mikey never separates himself from Gerard to read now, especially when they've got a room to themselves.

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"Mikey, don't do this," Gerard says helplessly. He catches Mikey's arm, puling him into a one-sided hug, arms wrapped around his brother. "Please, come on. I don't want you to be like this. I'm sorry, I. Is there anything I could do? To make it up to you?" He doesn't know how to make it better and he wishes he did--he and Mikey hardly ever fight and he isn't good at winning arguments when they do.

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Mikey even tenses under Gerard's arms, jerking a little with a pure, primal don't touch me instinct. He wants to make Gerard feel better, but in order to have any kind of sensible conversation, he needs some time to clear his head. He extricates himself with some difficulty from Gerard's grasp and retrieves a thick volume from his bag, something he picked up in the Castille (he has quite a gift for languages. It may be a result of the change, but Gerard hasn't shown quite the same propensity, so it may just be him)

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Gerard sighs, sitting on the bed heavily, waiting for Mikey to say something. It's not making it any better for him, having to wait like this, but if it makes Mikey feel better to read for a while, he's just going to have to suffer in silence. Mikey, come on.

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Mikey doesn't come out of his sulk, though. He's still silent, nose buried in his book, well into the evening, at which point they discover they have been invited to join the Ieros for dinner.

It's more than a little mystifying, how Frank's family even knew how to find them, but turning down a formal invitation would be beyond rude and they still are aristocrats at heart, even though Mikey is vaguely concerned that he might tear out a few aristocratic hearts if the prickling burn in his stomach is any indication. Dressed properly for such an occasion, with crisp and clean clothing, they arrive on the Iero's stoop promptly after sunset.

Frank opens the door, beaming.

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Gerard smiles back warily, looking at Mikey out of the corner of his eye cautiously. It's bright inside the Iero home, roomy and inviting, and Frank leads them inside. Gerard manages to find out in short order that the Ieros are bankers-- they're more than impressed that two aristocrats have befriended their sickly son.

At this, Gerard looks down at Frank questioningly. Frank doesn't say anything, but he nods a little, biting his lip. Mrs. Iero is still going on, about how it's so nice that Gerard talks to Frank about his travels, since with the way his cough won't go away, he can't travel on his own no matter how much he wants to.

And Gerard thinks, for a split second--and Mikey would hate him for it, but--that he could make Frank better. He could change him, and maybe then Frank could stay with them? But Mikey wouldn't even consider it, he knows.

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Mikey can't quite help but feel a vicious bite of pleasure when Mrs. Iero mentions Frank's mysterious and unending illness. Now that the sun is down and he looks closely, he can see that even though there's a child's fullness to Frank's face, there's darkness under his eyes and when he swallows, it's an effort. He runs his index finger in a slow circle around the rim of his wineglass (they're nice glasses, doubtless the nicest the Ieros own, lovingly brought out to fit the standards of their guests).

"It must be wonderful to have a big brother to take you with him." Mrs. Iero beams at him, and Mikey has to remember to tone himself back a bit (though he seldom acted fourteen even when he really was the age he appears to be).

"Oh yes, it's so exciting." He smiles, and no one but Gerard could ever guess it was less than genuine. "I don't even get seasick anymore, and the world is just so fascinating." He notes the pained face Frank pulls. At least someone else gets to be jealous for a change.

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Gerard can tell what Mikey is doing, twisting the knife further, and he nudges Mikey's leg under the table, shooting him a look. Please don't.

Frank is still curious, despite the pang of jealousy, and he spends most of dinnertime prying details out of Gerard about the jungles of Africa, listening with his eyes almost comically wide. "Wow. So, you never got, like, almost eaten or anything, did you?"

Gerard resists the urge to say something about no, but we did some eating of our own and shakes his head, smiling at Frank. "We were careful."

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Mikey gives Gerard a definite look back. Give me a good reason not to. But he does tone it down a little, because much as his blood is boiling, he can admit that Frank is a sweet kid, if bratty. And really, it's Gerard's issue, not Frank's (but Mikey can never seem to stay angry at Gerard).

When dinner is finished, it's clear Frank is not. "Can we go to the garden? Please, mom, pleasepleaseplease?" Mrs. Iero sighs, but she's smiling--Frank isn't really supposed to breathe too much night air (it's too chilled for his delicate lungs) but since he's so happy with his new friends, she can make an exception.

"Of course, darling." She glances up at the Ways. "As long as Michael and Gerard don't mind you slobbering all over them for another few hours."

Frank, of course, is scandalized. "Mom."

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Gerard just laughs, nodding at Mrs. Iero. "It's fine, we don't--" I don't "mind." He lets Frank lead them out to the garden, relaxed in the soft moonlight. He can tell Mikey is still angry, but he's coming around--he might not love Frank, but Gerard doesn't think Mikey is planning on snapping his neck anytime soon. (Even if, alone in the garden, the thought is tempting)

"Anything else you want to hear about?" Gerard asks, sitting down on one of the two granite benches in the garden. He motions for Mikey to sit down beside him, trying to reassure his brother a little even in this. Frank makes no move to sit down, practically bouncing as he stands in his excitement.

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Mikey accepts the seat Gerard offers, but he's perched at the edge of the bench, obviously uncomfortable and ready to fly off at any moment. He watches Frank as he moves, eyes narrowed behind spectacles, predatory.

Frank doesn't notice. He's obviously completely enchanted by Gerard, and he rocks back on his heels. He speaks rapidly, youthful enthusiasm lighting his face. "You went to Spain, right? Were there swordfights? Where are you from anyway? How old are you? Have you ever seen a sea monster?"

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"Hey, slow down," Gerard says, reaching out an arm to steady Frank. "We've gone to Spain, yes. And we've seen a couple of swordfights in our day, I guess. Um. There was this one--" He goes off on a bit of a tangent, explaining all about the epic swordfight they were caught in the middle of (even though they were actually just watching from a distance) with expressive hand gestures.

"And we're--" He hesitates, glancing at Mikey. "I'm nineteen and he's fourteen."

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"Wow." Frank blinks at him, almost as impressed with this revelation as he has been with the tales of their adventures. He counts on his fingers. "That's. You were seven when I was born." He sounds completely amazed, and there are practically hearts in his eyes when he stares up at Gerard.

"Yes, and he'll be married before you're even thinking about courting." Mikey sounds snappish even to his own ears but he can't help it, not with Frank looking at Gerard like he spun the world himself. Even though he knows Frank isn't old enough to be lusting after Gerard, Mikey's instincts are reacting like he is.

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"But I couldn't court him anyway, he's a guy," Frank says, looking confusedly at Mikey. "Unless--in the world, somewhere, can people do that?" It's little more than childish curiosity, but Gerard isn't exactly sure how to answer, face pinking.

"Well, we've never seen anywhere that two men can marry."

"But?" Frank prompts, surprised.

"There are men that--stay together, like they are."

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And Frank's little bow of a mouth is practically hanging open in amazement, and Mikey can't believe he even brought this up. It's ridiculous and he can't even believe Gerard wants this little snip of a thing. He's tiny, and so young (never mind that he's only two years younger than Mikey was--there's a big difference between twelve and fourteen) and now that he's stripped off his little waistcoat (and left it hanging off a shrub, the savage) Mikey can glimpse the little-boy roundness of his stomach under his shirt when it stretches tight against his body. And if Gerard wants that--small and soft and innocent--how could he still want Mikey?

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Gerard can see how tense Mikey's shoulders are getting, how he's starting to curl into himself more, and he rests his hand on Mikey's, gently, not caring if Frank sees. Frank, after all, is an only child and doesn't know quite how normal siblings act around each other, and so he doesn't get that Gerard and Mikey are past that.

"We should probably go soon," Gerard says, trying to keep the worry out of his tone. Don't be angry with me, Mikey. Don't.

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Mikey nods stiffly, and allows Gerard to touch him--the contact is already helping him a little bit, soothing his nerves even though he's still feeling jagged inside. But Frank whines in disappointment.

"Can't you stay, please? I just...I want to know everything." He looks away, and there's clearly real sadness on his face when he looks back, more depth than expected from a child of his age. "Since I can't see anything."

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Gerard's hand tightens around Mikey's for a brief moment. "We can come back," he says, praying that Mikey doesn't blow up at him for it. "Later, I mean. We're staying here in Milan for a while, anyway."

Frank beams, and he starts to say something but it dissolves into a racking cough. "I--I should get inside," he manages, practically wheezing. "It's not good for me to be out like this."

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They take Frank back inside, Gerard obviously more concerned about the boy than Mikey is. The Ieros are very gracious in their farewells, impressed as they are with the brothers (the Way name still holds sway, although neither Gerard nor Mikey could name a current member of the family), assuring them that they're welcome to return whenever is convenient. Mrs. Iero rubs fondly, if more than a little worriedly, at Frank's back while he continues to cough.

Mikey is quick to move towards the door after exchanging the polite goodbyes. When he turns to wait for Gerard to follow, he's just in time to see Frank throw his arms around Gerard's waist in an exuberant embrace. Mikey can't help it, he growls.

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Frank's eyes widen and he lets go of Gerard's waist almost immediately, scuttling back into the house. "Sorry," he calls after him.

Gerard and Mikey leave, closing the door behind them with a snap, and Gerard turns to Mikey. "I know you don't like it, but--you kind of scared him, there." He sighs, leaning against one of the beams on the porch. "Do you want to go find someone and get a decent meal?"