commentfic again

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

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Mikey leans forward, pressing himself as completely against Gerard as he can--he can feel Gerard's blood, the places where his skin splits, sticky against his own belly. With a small grunt, he draws out, then snaps back in again, quicker than before.

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The movement only widens the cuts, new blood springing from the places where wax and skin are beginning to separate. Gerard groans, the sound coming out weak. Sometimes he thinks Mikey knows him too well--after spending a hundred years together like this, Mikey knows exactly what Gerard likes and exactly how far he can take him before he breaks. It's perfect and it hurts.

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Mikey's eyes flutter closed, he can't look at how Gerard looks, bleeding and spread under him, for too long because god. He ducks his head to lick under Gerard's collarbone, at the slightly shiny burns from the wax earlier. He knows his tongue must feel rough against the damaged skin, and he jerks his hips a little more harshly at the thought.

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Gerard's next breath turns into a choked whimper and he shudders at the feel of Mikey's tongue, dragging slowly across the burns on his chest. He's going to be feeling them for the next day or two, at least. "Mikey, please, I need--"

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"Tell me," he rasps against Gerard's chest, fitting a hand between them to palm over the cuts again, the stickiness of blood and brokeness of split skin and the trembling of Gerard's flesh making him feel heady with need. "You have to tell me, Gerard."

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Gerard pushes up against Mikey's hand, groaning brokenly. "Just-- touch me. God, please. I need it." He's hardly above begging but if it were anyone but Mikey (Frank but he can't think about that now Frank is practically a baby compared to him) he would be embarrassed to do it.

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Mikey moves with reflexes faster than any man's, grabbing Gerard's jaw. "What did you just say?" And Gerard's eyes are wide, and he doesn't respond, but Mikey heard him, that breathy undertone of a whisper. Frank. He pulls away, out of Gerard, crawls off the bed--the mood has left him completely, he can't take this. He hears Gerard's whines, can see him jerking uselessly against the air out of the corner of his eye, but Mikey just scrambles into his nightclothes and curls up with a blanket in the chair, leaving Gerard strapped down and wanting.

Mikey doesn't speak to him at all in the next two days, and certainly has nothing to say to Gerard when Frank drops by (Mikey wonders how his mother ever keeps a hold of him) in the early evening to ask them to accompany him on a walk.

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Gerard barely even spares a glance at Mikey when he says yes, knowing Mikey still won't speak to him anyway (and it is his own fault, he reminded himself of that over and over that night as he lay there, twisting helplessly against the straps until Mikey finally undid them, finding his wrists and ankles a bright, raw red, the skin broken along the edges).

"Where are we going?" He leans down so he's eye to eye with Frank, who is nothing if not perky. "I. Um. Do you wanna go swimming? In the ocean? It's pretty late so there'll be nobody else there but it's a full moon so you'll still be able to see and--" Frank takes a deep, gulping breath. "and I really want to go. Please?"

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And of course Gerard isn't going to say no, and Mikey is not about to let him follow the little nymphet off into the night alone (especially with swimming involved) so the three of them end up on the beach. Mikey makes a place for himself just at the edge of the sand, a book on his lap--he's really not comfortable in the water, despite how much time he's spent sailing it, and he's certainly not interested in stripping.

Frank, unsurprisingly, is out of his clothes in a flash, all his pale, round flesh on display--for all the energy he expends, there's still testament to his babyfat in the way his tummy pokes out, rounded and soft. He's clearly comfortable, and still full of energy. He scurries over to Gerard and pushes the hem of his shirt up, impatient. "C'mon, c'mon."

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Gerard blushes a little, faint rose across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, but he follows Frank's lead, slipping his shirt over his head and unlacing his breeches, quick. He's trying not to stare at Frank as he does so, thinking deliberately of the least pleasant things he can, because, well. Frank is standing right in front of him, naked. And so is he and until he gets into the water, the kind of thoughts in his head at Frank are going to be obvious.

"Come on in," Frank says brightly, dashing to the water's edge and turning around, waiting for Gerard to follow. Gerard shoots one last apologetic glance over his shoulder at Mikey--not that it would patch up anything, because they're still not even at a truce, but it's the principle--before making his way into the water.

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Mikey scowls and flips to a random page in his book--it lies open and unread in his lap while he watches Frank splashing and giggling, and Gerard watching. It's lucky that Frank is hardly more than a child, because there's naked lust in Gerard's gaze that any adult would see immediately.

Frank ducks under the water, then comes up, shaking his hair like a dog. Droplets of water bead and shine in the moonlight on his skin, and he grins unabashedly at Gerard, still loitering closer to the shore. "Come on, it's not even cold."

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Gerard dips one careful toe in and then another, finally wading out to where Frank is. The water is cold, and while his body is already colder than any normal human's should be, right now it's downright icy.

"See, I told you." Frank informs him, grinning, and he grabs Gerard's arms, trying to pull him under and dunk him. Gerard goes easily, and he's almost tempted to stay under and freak Frank out since he doesn't need to breathe. He decides against it a moment later, popping up right next to Frank, and their bodies are decidedly too close together for comfort.

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Frank just giggles and shakes his hair again, splattering Gerard. He bumps his hip against Gerard's thigh playfully, totally oblivious to the way waterslick skin-on-skin contact is affecting his swimming parner.

Mikey keeps watching them, hands curled practically into claws on his book. It's only through iron self-control (and a little fear of the dark water) that he's not out there right now and Frank still has a head.

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But in the distance, Frank and Gerard are running after each other, water splashing in every direction. They look happy, and even if Gerard feels a stab of guilt every time he looks at Mikey, he's still laughing with Frank.

Mikey has to stare, a little. They're gorgeous together like this and he gives up all pretense of reading his book, eyes glued to the two figures in the distance.

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Mikey can't seem to look away. Both of them pale and dark, a little rounded around the edges, and so beautiful. It's. It's nice. More than nice. He rubs absentmindedly at his knee, watching them laughing, eyes dark and serious. He hadn't really considered it, angry as he was with Gerard's wandering eye, but he thinks he'd rather like to keep them. Both of them.

Frank glances back at the shore and wrinkles his nose in a smile. He grabs for Gerard's hand. "I think Mikey's sad he didn't come swimming too."

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Gerard smiles down at Frank, but he shakes his head. "He doesn't like going into the water. He's just a little jealous, that's all." There's no point in hiding that from Frank, as naive as he is. Frank has no idea of what kind of jealousy, that it's not just a normal result of Gerard spending more time with Frank than with Mikey all of a sudden. He doesn't know about the faint lines that, in the light, could still be read as "MIKEY" across Gerard's stomach.

"I'm not gonna take you away from him, I promise," Frank says, looking back at Mikey again before splashing Gerard. "C'mon, water fight!" He grins, wide, and dives under before Gerard can get him back.

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Mikey's still watching when Frank and Gerard (mostly Frank, even though his energy seems boundless) tire of their splashing games. He smoothes a hand over the page of his book and thinks of all the fun he could have with the pair of them. Yes. It seems to be a good idea to him. Of course, he'll have to discuss it with Gerard, but he's sure he's not going to meet any resistance there.

Frank sighs when Gerard starts headed back towards shore, but he perks up quickly. "Piggyback!" Without waiting for a response, he launches himself at Gerard's back as best he can, failing to get very good height. He scrambles, wet skin sliding together, until he manages to get his arms clasped around Gerard's neck and his legs wrapped around his waist.

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Frank has no idea, of course, of the way he's rubbing himself against Gerard's back, skin against skin, and Gerard grabs onto Frank's legs with his eyes wide. Oh God. Frank is pressed against him, totally naked against his back, and he tries not to respond (tries to keep his thoughts elsewhere) but it doesn't work, not at all. He doesn't want to see Mikey's reaction, now that he's close enough to the shore that his lower half isn't covered anymore. It's obvious what Frank wrapped around him is doing to him.

Frank grins, nuzzling into Gerard's neck with a happy noise, and his legs wrap tighter around Gerard's waist. It startles a sharp noise out of Gerard and he glances up, confused. Gerard just shrugs helplessly and keeps making his way towards the shore and Mikey.

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Mikey narrows his eyes, not out of displeasure (well, a little bit. Even though he's changed his mind about Frank's overall usefulness, he still doesn't like the idea that he can make Gerard react in those ways) but a kind of dark amusement. He tips his head back when Gerard gets close enough, and curls his lip just a little. "You seem to be having a...reaction to something in water, Gerard."

Frank blinks. "What? What kind of reaction?" He tries to pull himself higher up on Gerard's back so he can see whatever it is Mikey sees, then tries to peer around the sides of his arms, mostly just succeeding in sliding himself along Gerard's back, little heels digging into the still-sore of Gerard's stomach while he presses closer.

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Gerard looks helplessly apologetic, because there's really nothing he can say in his defense when it's this obvious to Mikey. "I'm--Frank, um. Could you hold still a little more?" Frank makes an unhappy noise, snuggling closer, nuzzling his nose against Gerard's neck.

"I didn't mean to," he says, finally, trying to gauge how angry Mikey is. He doesn't look mad, not exactly, but he looks almost amused and it probably isn't a good sign. Mikey amused normally is one thing but in a situation like this? Gerard is fearing the worst.

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"We'll." Mikey glances up at Frank, small limbs wrapped all around Gerard like some kind of creature and Gerard obviously taking great enjoyment from it, and smiles a little. It's a dark smile, but not nasty, though he's not sure anyone can really tell the difference. "We'll talk later, Gerard."

Frank has no idea what's going on. It's like Mikey and Gerard are talking their own language, which is so not fair and he huffs against the back of Gerard's neck, annoyed.

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Gerard shivers a little at the feel of Frank's breath, warm on his neck, and he frowns, trying not to let on that he's nervous. He's assuming from Mikey's words that Frank isn't going to be there when they talk (or do more than talk, and memories of burning wax and leather straps come flooding back into his mind, which is really not something he needs at the moment) and he's glad. He doesn't want anything to happen to Frank, much as Mikey might dislike him.

"Come on, we should get dressed," Gerard says, trying to unlatch Frank from around his waist. "I don't want you to get any sicker than you already are."

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"'M fine," Frank insists against Gerard's skin, nose poking into the curve of his shoulder. "'M comfortable. Maybe I'll stay." He rubs his cheek a little against Gerard's back in demonstration, making a soft happy sound.

Mikey watches the display with carefully hooded eyes. He knows Gerard must be squirming, not knowing what his true reaction to this is, and though he doesn't like to see Gerard unhappy, he's pleased to have evidence of the control he holds over his brother outside their bedroom.

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"Frank, Frank. Come on. You're going to get sick and then your mom is going to find out you were with us and she's going to get mad." Gerard tries again to unlatch Frank, but he's clinging on tight, monkey-like.

"Oh fine," Frank says finally, unwinding himself from Gerard and dropping down into the warm sand. He scuttles along the beach, still naked, until he finally finds his clothes in a heap, slipping them on gingerly. Gerard reaches for his own, fastening them as quickly as he can with his eyes still glued to Mikey's face. Please don't be angry with me.

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Frank wanders back over, shivering a little in the night air, and gives Gerard a pitiful look until he bends enough to let Frank clamber back onto his back. "Maybe you can come over for lunch tomorrow? And we could go swimming again, if you wanted. Or maybe you could stay the night." He snuggles against Gerard, apparently unbothered by his abnormally low body temperature, but it's Mikey he glances at. Somehow, he understands that if Mikey says no, nothing happens.

Mikey rises, dusting the sticks and bits of sand off of his breeches, and tucks his book primly under his arm. "We shall see."