This is an epilogue to a previously written story. Please check the author's notes for the link if you're interested in reading it.
It just kept happening. Over and over and over. Nothing he did could stop the pain, could block out what was going on. The man slipped into him, moaning in delight with the wonderful senses on his sensitive member. It took all his willpower not to scream anymore. His throat was already raw from the previous hours of unimaginable pain. No one would ever come to his rescue, they had made it clear that he was a nobody. His friends weren't looking for him, no one cared. His unrequited love was probably laughing and having a good time. Ah, the memory of his love's smile made the situation just a bit more bearable. A tender, embarrassed smile when he had said something he later regretted, a smile of pure happiness and energy when he was pouncing around on stage, a gentle and compassionate smile whenever he glanced at him. Yes, all those smiles helped him to forget where he was, what was going on.
Then, in a single second, a rush of warmth overwhelmed a forbidden portion of his body as the ravaging was finally completed. The man sighed in a cloud of sexual bliss before sliding out of his ass, only to force the limp organ into his mouth for a lusty encore. When he didn't respond the way the man wanted, fingers sharply dug into the deep gashes on his back and he screamed around the hardening member. He nearly gagged as his tongue tentatively circled the sensitive tip and his taste buds were overcome by the disgusting flavour. As the minutes went on, he found it increasingly difficult to breathe and black dots were beginning to take over his vision, yet still the man thrusted deeper into his throat. At long last, the man groaned as his sweet release rushed through him. He, however, was drowning on the bittersweet liquid. He was too weak to swallow, too drained to do much more than breathe and blink. 'What a way to go' he thought weakly as he gave in, hoping to awaken in a better place then where he was.
Mikey jolted upright as he struggled to take in the oxygen he needed. With a harsh gasp, he ran on shaky legs to the adjoining bathroom and heaved violently into the toilet. The acrid taste of the bile washed through his mouth and rid him of the taste of Alex, but he knew it would only last temporarily. Similar dreams had plagued him every single night since he was released from the hospital a month ago. And no matter how hard Frank and Gerard tried, the haunting visions just wouldn't leave him alone.
He rested his head against the cool porcelain and tried to calm himself down. It had been a horrible experience, but it was in the past and Alex couldn't hurt him from behind the bars of a prison cell. Everyone was safe, that was all that mattered right now, except for getting better. His friends were compassionate and understanding, with their love and guidance he could almost go back to how he was before. Zack was the best friend a guy could ask for, they could just sit together for hours not saying a word and he would feel happier by the time he left.
Feeling his heartbeat reach a normal rhythm, Mikey shakily lifted himself from the floor and flushed away the vomit. Walking unsteadily, he moved towards the sink and splashed some water in his face. The mirror above showed him his bloodshot eyes and sickly looking skin. He sighed at his appearance before heading back to the bedroom. Gerard lay undisturbed in his sleeping bag by the bed, occasionally making slight grunts and mumbling unintelligibly. He had refused to leave his brother's side in fear that something would happen to him, so he had bought himself a sleeping bag and took up residence in his room. Mikey was secretly happy to have someone with him all the time to keep his mind off things. He smiled faintly when his brother started to thrash in the confines of his blankets, but his smile grew larger when he could finally make out what was being said.
"I'm going to fucking kill you for what you did to my brother… Don't you EVER touch him again." He continued to wage his fight in his dreams, only succeeding in punching and kicking until the seams of his sleeping bag were fraying at the edges. Abruptly he calmed and his voice became low and comforting. "I'll never let him get to you, I promise. I love you little bro.." Mikey's looked on fondly as he realized his brother was protecting him even in his dreams.
Frank, on the other hand, was lying in the bed and sobbing quietly. As he slid under the covers, he realized the small guitarist was dampening the pillow underneath him. Mikey was surprised to find his hand had slipped up and was gently wiping away the tears as they fell. He had not had physical contact with anyone since the day he had woken up, so realizing he was touching Frank without him knowing was a little strange. The pleasant sensations shooting up his fingertips, however, distracted him from his thoughts and onto a more important topic. Why was Frank crying in his sleep? He was answered only a few seconds later by a fragile whimper.
"Oh god, you can't be dead, you can't be. I love you so much Mikes.." A muted sob tore it's way out of Frank's throat. Mikey felt an overwhelming urge to bring the smaller man into his arms and comfort him, but his body wouldn't respond. He almost slapped himself. Why was he able to wipe away his tears but not hug him close? He settled himself among the blankets with a sad sigh.
He hated himself. He hated how he couldn't touch anyone without flinching, how loud noises made his heart hammer in his chest, how afraid he was that everyone would realize how cowardly he really was and would leave him. But most of all, he hated how he couldn't properly love his boyfriend and was petrified that Frank would finally get rid of him.
A single tear dripped down his cheek as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
He hadn't been asleep long before he woke up, confused as to what had disrupted his slumber. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise from down the hall and flinched. Neither Gerard nor Frank seemed to notice, so he tried to relax his tensed muscles and ease himself back into the realm of sleep. The noise repeated itself soon after, only closer and louder than before.
Mikey was just about to get up and investigate before his nerves snapped when the door to the room slammed open to reveal someone he thought he'd never see again. James, the man who had kidnapped him so long ago, was standing in the doorway with a gun gripped tight in his pudgy hands and brown hair falling in tangles over his eyes. He loosened when he saw only Mikey staring at him with fear, the other two were still fast asleep.
"Well, I guess the drug did it's job well," he said with a smirk. Steel grey eyes surveyed the room and focused on the younger Way brother. "Nice to see ya again Gorgeous. Though you probably can't say the same thing. I've got to say, you look good after what Alex did. I was hoping you'd give me a taste of what he got."
"Fuck off," Mikey spit, relishing in the look of surprise that crossed the chubby face.
"Ah, a man can hope. So, I bet your wondering what I'm doing here, aren't you? No, I'm not a nightmare, I'm very much real. The Boss ain't here to order me around so I'm going to have a little fun 'til he's sprung loose. I've been hiding away people I like and that beautiful man lying beside you caught my eye when I was escaping, I'm gonna take him. I might return him, I might not, but there's nothing you can do to stop me.
Oh and you're probably wondering why I'm telling you all this. You know, about taking your boyfriend while you're conscious and all. I think it's worth all the fuss just to see the look on your innocent little face. I love watching the blood drain from your face, your pupils dilating in fear, it's all so.. so.. breathtaking. And then when you realize you can't do anything about this, that no matter what you do, I'm still going to take your Frankie away from you. The look in your eyes is priceless. But just you wait 'til I tell you what I'm going to do. Alex always got to have fun with the prisoners, now that he's gone, I'm going to have all the fun I want. And damn, you pick 'em well. I'm going to enjoy that tight ass of his." He winked and sauntered over to the bed. Reaching his hand towards his pocket, he grabbed up a syringe of clear liquid and waved it threateningly in front of Mikey's face.
"Leave him alone, take me instead." He replied simply, hazel eyes and sweet voice completely emotionless.
"Hmm, you drive a hard bargain there sweetheart. Tell you what, I'll bring you both along but I'll go easy on your friend here. I'm quite interested in you Mikey, I'd like to see what you're capable of." James agreed after a minute of deliberation and mindless pacing through the room.
"Please, whatever issue you have with me doesn't involve him. Take me, kill me, whatever you want, but don't hurt him." He begged, not wanting Frank to feel the kind of pain that he had endured. Not even his enemies deserved that much.
"Sorry cutie, negotiations are finished. I get lover-boy and you for as long as I want and there's nothing you can do about it." James grabbed him and he screamed, his blood seemed to turn to a blazing fire in his veins.
He was still screaming when he woke up again. Frank and Gerard were looking down on him desperately, unwilling to touch him in case it made him freak out more. Frank had tears in his eyes, some starting to make their way down his pale face, while his Gerard was trying hard to be the strong and all-knowing older brother. Mikey reached out and touched his love's tear drenched face to reassure himself that it was indeed just a nightmare, that he was safe now. Frank looked surprised for a moment before relaxing into his touch and giving him a small smile of pride and gratitude.
"You okay bro?" Gerard asked, a slight smile gracing his lips and making him look so much younger. He appeared to have aged so much since his disappearance, it made Mikey feel so guilty for ruining his brother like this.
"He.. James was going to take you," he said whilst gazing at Frank with tears starting to blur his own vision. "He was going to take you and nothing I did would stop him. You have to be safe Frankie, promise me you'll always be safe."
"Shh Mikes, it was a nightmare. I'll always be here, I can promise you that."
"But what if you're not. What if someone takes you away from me and I can't save you? What if something happens to you? I can't live without you, I just can't." He whimpered, mentally cursing himself for being so weak; a fucking cry baby.
"God help whoever tries to separate us, because I swear to fucking Christ I'll make their life a living hell. And if something happens to me then I'll still be by your side, whether you can see me or not. I won't ever leave you babe. Even if you wanted me to, I could never ever leave you. I promise I'll keep you beside me until the day I die, I love you so much."
"Same here, no one's going to separate any of us Mikes. I couldn't protect you last time but I swear to you that no one will ever hurt you again. I'll make sure of it." Gerard added, resisting the urge to ruffle his brother's hair. Instead he gave him a reassuring smile and patted the spot beside his shoulder.
"Thanks," he replied simply. Tears spilled over his cheeks; not because of fear and sadness but because he knew that he wasn't a nobody, that people actually cared about him. He reached and grabbed the hem of his Gerard's shirt, the light fabric felt like his brother, warm and soft. "Thank you."
Mikey calmed down a bit and allowed himself to feel a slight sense of accomplishment. As long as he was the one who made contact, he could comfort his boyfriend properly. It was pathetic really, how something so small was so important to him, but he could care less because of the hopeful smile Frank was giving him. So he settled himself back down in the covers and simply listened to Frank and Gerard as they joked around and talked about the stupid shit they had done in their lives. He took a second to thank what ever higher power there might be for giving him such an amazing brother and an understanding and loving boyfriend.