Disclaimer: No, I do not own Mikey or Frank.
FanFICTION people...
Well, lets get on with the story, shall we?

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"Miiiikey." He said sweetly as he came up and wrapped his arms around my neck.

'To sweetly...'

It was when he was like this that he wanted something from me...

He kissed my cheek softly before pushing me down onto the couch and crawling onto my lap.

I sighed and pushed him away from me softly as he nibbled on my neck.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Nothing..." He said, looking down and smiling.

Oh no...I hate that smile...

I shook my head.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded before moving back to my neck.

He placed gentle kisses up to my lips, and stopped before actually kissing them.

"Frank...?"

He again shot me that freakishly sweet smile...

'Oh fuck...'


I just kissed him softly before sitting up and grabbing his hand.

"C'mon." I said as I pulled him up towards the stairs to my bedroom quickly.

"Wait, Frankie, what-?"

I turned around and gave him a reprehending look.

"It's a surprise."

The look on his face was priceless as I continued to pull him up the stairs and into my room.


Surprise, eh?

Why does that completely terrify me?

Maybe it was the look on his face as he slowly closed the door to his room behind us.

"What's this about-"

He pushed me up roughly against the wall and grabbed my bottom lip in his teeth.

He growled softly before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it softly.

I couldn't help but moan as his hands went straight to my belt, fumbling with it while trying to pull it off.

He pulled away and we both gasped for breath.

"Frank?" I tried to question again, but he pulled off my belt, throwing it behind him before grabbing the hem of my shirt and ripping it over my head, nearly taking my glasses with it.

He stops for a second and smiles, fixing them before grabbing the elastic on my boxers and pulling them down. I grabbed his wrists and looked down at him.

"Frankie! What the fuck is going-?" He quickly leaned up and grabbed my lips in his, cutting me off.

Despite myself, I let out a small moan as his tongue softly slips into my mouth and rubs against my own.

He takes this moment of weakness to his advantage and pushes me down onto the bed.

He climbs onto my waist, pulling his wrists from my grasp, and instead, grabbed mine.

He starts to suck on my neck, making me arch my back and try to grab his hair.

"Ah. Now, now, Mike...none of that." He sat up more and switched both of my wrists to his one hand, leaning foreword and putting his weight into keeping me from moving.

He opened his side drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Oh, no way Frank." I said, shaking my head.

He just looked down at me with a smirk.

"I don't think you're in any position to complain."

He pulled me so I was sitting up and moved my hands behind my back, closing the cold metal over my wrists.

'Shit.'

He pushed me back down roughly and moved down lower on my body so he was sitting on my shins instead of thighs.

He looked down at me while licking his lips.

"I could do so much to you right now..." He mumbled, crawling up my body and leaning down so that his lips brushed against mine.

"Hm...and what will you do?" I asked, looking up at him and trying to keep my breathing calm.

What? Trust me, if Frank Iero put you into the situation he had me in at the moment, you would be turned, too...

He leaned down and bit down on my ear softly.

"I'm not exactly sure yet." He whispered breathily.

He sat up after licking behind my ear softly, making me shiver.

He stood up and got off the bed, and looked down on me sternly.

"Stay." He said with a smirk.

I glared up at him as he smiled and walked around the bed, slowly taking his shirt off as he moved.

I bit my lip softly as, after throwing his shirt off to one side, he ran his hand through his hair and softly down his neck and chest, pausing to lightly rub and pinch at his nipple before continuing it's way down his body to his belt.

He pulls it off slowly, the whole time watching me and biting his lip.

He drops it beside him and slowly walks to the loveseat that's placed in front of the foot of the bed.

He sank down into the chair, leaning back and let his hand drift down to his fly, pulling it down.

His pants and boxer's were down a minute later.

He again locks eye with me as he slowly grasps his hardening length and begins to slowly stroke himself.

I can't help but moan slightly at the look on his face.

Just watching him was making me crazy.

After a few minute of me watching him, I whine his name softly.

He slowly opens his eyes and gasps for breath.

I lick my lips slowly, and he smirks, standing up and crawling onto the bed.

"What do you want me to do Mikey?" He whispers, running his hand through my hair before grabbing it and pulling on it roughly, pulling my head foreword so that his length brushes against my lips.

"Do what you want, baby..." I whispered, making sure to let my tongue slip out of my mouth just enough to barely touch it.

He shivers, and grabs the back of my neck with one hand while leaving the other one tangled roughly in my hair.

He pushes himself roughly past my lips and down my throat.

I try my best to keep the muscles in my throat relaxed and trying to ignore the strong urge to gag.

I bite down softly as he pulls himself out of my mouth, causing my teeth to drag along him, making him moan my name loudly.

He continues his actions, but they became more uneven.

I begin to try to work the muscles of my throat, and soon he lets out a long string of curses as he cums.

I swallow what I can, but I can feel some of it dripping down the side of my chin.

After he had caught his breath, Frankie looked down at me and smiled, grabbing my chin and licking it clean before shoving his tongue in my mouth.

I gasped and moaned loudly as his hand brushed against my now, almost painfully hard length.

"Aww...poor Mikey." He said, pulling away from me and licking his lips.

"Do you want me to help you with that?"

I nod quickly, but he only bites on my neck gently.

"How?"

"Fuck you Frankie!" I moan as his hand brushes over me again, teasingly.

"Hm, sounds good." He mumbles against my neck.

I look up at him, confused as he moves away from me and again opens his side drawer.

He pulls out a small bottle of lube and smirks at you while slowly spreading the substance over his fingers.

He drops the bottle, and moves over me.

He smiles, then licks his lips as he spreads it over my length, making me moan and arch my back.

He moves over me, leaning down and kissing me softly before slowly lowering himself down onto me.

I bite down on my lip, trying to hold back a moan.

He had his eyes closed tight, and a single tear rolled down his cheek when he was finally fully on me.

"Frankie..." I moaned loudly as he began to pull himself back up.

After a few slow movements, he finally moaned my name loudly, and sped up his actions.

Since I couldn't grab onto his hips and slam myself into him, as I usually did, I just bucked my hips upward, trying to make it a bit easier for him.

I let my head fall back against the pillow and arched my back, moaning Frank's name loudly as I released myself into his body.

He slowly climbed off of me, wincing a bit as he did, and lay down beside me.

As I slowly caught my breath, I cleared my throat slightly.

"Umm...Frankie?" I mumbled.

"Hmm?" He asked, sitting up slightly and smiling at me.

I give him a look and shrug my shoulders slightly.

"OH!" He said with a laugh as he reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the key and unlocking my hands.

He grabbed my hands in his and kissed softly where the cuffs had left red marks.

I wrapped my arms around him as he lay his head on my chest.

He mumbled something softly against my chest.

"Hmm?" I asked, kissing the top of his head softly.

He chuckled softly and said,

"Don't you love my surprises?"