The Life of Norka Cool

Title: Ashes to Ashes We All Fall Down (1/?) Dont Stop If I fall
Author: The Sadistic Bitch Herselfmzz_norka_cool
Pairing: So Far Mikey/Gerard but eventually Frank/Gerard Frank/Mikey Mikey/Frank/Gerard
Rating: Will be NC-17 later
POV: Mikey's (will interchange throughout story)
Summary: Thick black hair, boney figure, a complexion that could beat Snow White any day, not to mention green eyes that were surrounded by heavy black eyeliner, Gerard had it all.
Disclaimer: Though inspired by true events that occured in the past, the rest of this story was a figment of yours truly's imagination.
Author Notes: Inspired by Mikey's little fall at the 2/23 concert. If you need a visual of what the story is inspired by look at these pictures 1 2
Warnings: This chapter a teeny bit of on stage groping and some incest.

1. Don’t Stop If I Fall and Don’t Look Back:

I was down on the floor. I was down on the because I was oblivious of that fucking wire on the floor. I basically I thought it was the big guy upstairs punishing me for lying to the public saying I was grossed out by the thought of me and my brother; yet, I was getting a massive erection from seeing my brother shaking his ass on stage while touching himself.

I mean I don’t mind having a sexual attractions to guys, but my own brother?

Something freaky was going on in my mind.

It wasn’t my fault, Gerard was gorgeous that night. Then again he did fit my criteria for the perfect guy or girl. Thick black hair, boney figure, a complexion that could beat Snow White any day, not to mention green eyes that were surrounded by heavy black eyeliner, Gerard had it all. For some reason I just failed to notice it. Tonight was the night I realized, I was trapped under the spell formed by the one and only Gerard Way.

What triggered this strange attraction? The way he danced. They way he moved. The way he sang. Above all the way he made everyone in Nassau Coliseum orgasm by shaking his ass and sliding his hand up his leg and moving it rather close to his crouch. Thank god my super ego prevented myself from launching myself onto my own brother in front of the audience.

While in my musings I pondered, OH GOD WHY GERARD! COULDN’T YOU JUST LEAVE IT AT FRANK.

Basically I didn’t pay attention to anything else, just my bass and my brother. I finally realized there was terribly odd when I got the urge to rape Frank just because he got groped in front of everyone and not me. All these thoughts were overpowering until….

BAM!!!

Now here I am, on the floor, writhing in pain. My ankle felt like it was about to fall off. I begged for the big guy upstairs to give me some luck and have my brother help me. Instead I got Frank Iero (my second crush at the time) sliding over to me like I was home plate.

“HOLY FUCK MIKEY!” Frank screamed, “ARE YOU ALLRIGHT?!”

I writhed some more(I can’t believe I was still fucking able to play my bass). Then gritted my teeth. I made a grunt which sounded like a dying gorilla. Then I stared at Frank who had a look of “WHAT THE FUCK?!” yet at the same time had a look of concern.

“Frank,” I said in a straining voice.

For some reason I got the feeling Frank’s face was getting rather close to mine. He had those eyes. Those horny little animal eyes.

“Yes, Mikey baby?”
What the hell is going on? Now he is calling me baby. That’s what I kept thinking at the moment. GOD I ONLY WANTED GERARD! I finally made a huff and screamed:

“GET MY FUCKING BROTHER!”

At that moment Frank’s eyes were saucers. He never heard me sound so irritable and so demanding.

“GERARD! YOUR BROTHER FELL GET UR ASS OVER HERE!”

Suddenly Gerard turned and looked at me. It was like he was some glamour model walking down the runway at the fashion show. It seemed his presence seemed beautiful, like a work of art. He walked over slowly, singing. His voice sent shivers down my spine. He stopped singing and kneeled down in front of me.

“Little brother you seem warm in that jacket,” he said seductively, “let me open that for you.”

Suddenly his hand snaked up to my jacket zipper. He zipped my jacket opened. Then without warning a hand slid up my t shirt. It rested gently on the part where he could feel my heartbeat. I gently moaned.

“Are you hurt little brother?” He asked me again.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I felt his hand snake from my shirt down to my lower belly. Right before my happy trail. I was fucking shocked. Was I drunk or did he have feelings for me too?

“M-m-my an-an-ankle h-h-hurts” I stuttered.

His hand moved off my body. He started to run that hand through my hair.

“I have proposition little brother, if you can make it through the whole concert I will give you a reward, but if your ankle still hurts after your reward we’ll send ya to the emergency room okay little brother.”

“Okay”

Gerard then stood up and let out an hand to me. I grabbed it and I was helped onto my feet. Yes my ankle still hurt but I knew in the end it was going to be worth it. Then Gerard gave me a peck on the cheek and yes the audience was roaring.

“It’s only two more songs little brother promise me you won’t move around anymore, I don’t want you hurting yourself even more.”

I smiled.

“Anything you say big brother!”

Gerard smiled at me. Then immediately went back to wooing the audience with his singing voice.

I smiled and mouthed “thank you”. Maybe my night wouldn’t be so bad after all!