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Ashes To Ashes Part 2

Give Me A Shot to Remember And You Could Take All The Pain Away From Me

The rest of the concert was a blur to me, but what happened next replays constantly in my memory and in my dreams. The moments to me were just beautiful.

Before I knew it, the last of the fans were gone and father made an arrangement to see the orthopaedist the next morning. During all the ruckus I just remember warm breath and a soft whisper in my ear. â�œMeet me in my hotel room little brotherâ� it said.

Now here I was standing at the doorway. My ankle throbbing in time with my heart beat. I quickly took out my inhaler and took a deep inhalation. Just as I was doing so the door opened and there was Gerard.

â�œWe kept each others word little brother didnâ�™t we,â� he said, his voice sounding seductive.

I nodded my head.

â�œYes big brotherâ� I whispered, â�œI remained perfectly still for you at that concert and you invited me back to your hotel room.â�

Then Gerard poked me in the stomach. He always did that when he thought something was cute. I made a little â�œowâ� noise. He giggled, what did he expect me to be the Pillsbury dough boy.

â�œYouâ�™re so cute little brother.â�

I looked down to the floor to blush. Suddenly I felt a soft had go under my chin and lift my head up. I smiled.

â�œAnd as always little brother,â� he whispered again, â�œyou are so beautiful.â�

He slowly leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I smiled. And just like that the two of us kept kissing.

I wasnâ�™t aware of everything else. Not even:

The door closing
Falling flat on the bed
My shirt being opened
My jeans flying off.
The only thing I cared about was the kiss. How tender, how our tongues fought for dominance even though I lost in a rather pathetic defeat. God even the pain in my foot was gone.

He moved from my lips down to neck. The kisses were sloppy. I remembered he tried to just kiss every part of my neck from the bottom of my chin to where my neck met my collar bone. He started to repeat kiss my most sensitive spot, my Adamâ�™s apple. I always seemed to scream and get totally aroused when anyone kissed me over there.

â�œOh Gerard,â� I moaned softly, â�œitâ�™s weird to think that my own brother is actually good in bed.â�

He moved his hand down my bare chest. I bit my lip and made a soft moan.

â�œAm that good in bed arenâ�™t I little brother?â�

I felt all the blood rushing down to my cock. If this was a sin to be this close to your family, then it would be the sweetest sin to ever commit. Gerard paused for a second to unbutton his own shirt and take off his own jeans.

â�œI take that as a yes then,â� he said preferring to my hardening member.

I shutter when he put his lips touch my exposed chest. Kissing each side up and down lightly. He smirked when I made any type of cry of pleasure. I could tell he was getting off on my arousal. Then it hit me his hand was diving down my pants.

â�œI forgot the lube little brother,â� he said, â�œwe wonâ�™t fuck tonight for that reason. But I know little brother youâ�™ve been waiting for this.â�

He is stroking me. The strokes started out soft and gentle like feather teasing. If yâ�™all know what I mean.

â�œSay my name little brother!â� He said

I said it as softly and quietly as I can.

â�œGerard!â�

The strokes became a bit rougher. I started to gasp. My eyes were closed so tightly that it started to hurt. I was gripping onto the sheets bellow me. Sweat started to pour down my face. My chest was already covered in a thin layer of sweat.

â�œLittle brother I canâ�™t hear you!â�

I started gasping even more.

â�œGERARD!â� I tried to scream as loud as I could without needing to grab my inhaler again.

My head was back on the pillow. Now the strokes were full out squeezes. I knew I couldnâ�™t hold it in any longer.

â�œI could tell little brother you are about to come.â�

He was squeezing harder. I was screaming in ecstacy.

â�œDo I have to beg big brother?â�

â�œNo this is third base not a BDSM session little brother.â�

After a few more minutes and a few more strokes I came. I think to me sex with your own brother is the best medicine. Knowing that someone you love could take away the pain wether its psychical or mental is the best feeling in the world. I knew my brother seemed at the moment to be my morphine. The one who could make me feel better and take my pain away.

When I finally came down from my high I relaxed my muscles. I was gasping.

I felt at the moment Gerard was stroking my forehead. I felt everything was complete and I was drifting into the unconsciousness and before Gerard could say anything else to me I fell asleep.

I donâ�™t think I even realized the piercing pain in my ankle anymore. Gerard gave me that shot to remember and with his love took all the pain away from me.

Ashes To Ashes We all Fall Down Chapter one

Title: Ashes to Ashes We All Fall Down (1/?) Dont Stop If I fall
Author: The Sadistic Bitch Herself mzz_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. Donâ�™t Stop If I Fall and Donâ�™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 donâ�™t mind having a sexual attractions to guys, but my own brother?

Something freaky was going on in my mind.

It wasnâ�™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! COULDNâ�™T YOU JUST LEAVE IT AT FRANK.

Basically I didnâ�™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 untilâ�¦.

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.

â�œHOLY FUCK MIKEY!â� Frank screamed, â�œARE YOU ALLRIGHT?!â�

I writhed some more(I canâ�™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 â�œWHAT THE FUCK?!â� yet at the same time had a look of concern.

â�œFrank,â� I said in a straining voice.

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

â�œYes, Mikey baby?â�
What the hell is going on? Now he is calling me baby. Thatâ�™s what I kept thinking at the moment. GOD I ONLY WANTED GERARD! I finally made a huff and screamed:

â�œGET MY FUCKING BROTHER!â�

At that moment Frankâ�™s eyes were saucers. He never heard me sound so irritable and so demanding.

â�œGERARD! YOUR BROTHER FELL GET UR ASS OVER HERE!â�

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.

â�œLittle brother you seem warm in that jacket,â� he said seductively, â�œlet me open that for you.â�

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.

â�œAre you hurt little brother?â� 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?

â�œM-m-my an-an-ankle h-h-hurtsâ� I stuttered.

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

â�œI 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 weâ�™ll send ya to the emergency room okay little brother.â�

â�œOkayâ�

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.

â�œItâ�™s only two more songs little brother promise me you wonâ�™t move around anymore, I donâ�™t want you hurting yourself even more.â�

I smiled.

â�œAnything you say big brother!â�

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

I smiled and mouthed â�œthank youâ�. Maybe my night wouldnâ�™t be so bad after all!