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Blackbird, Chapter 9
Title: Blackbird
Author: woebetidesweets and cassie_roulette
Pairing: Frank (Melanie) /Mikey (Emma)
Rating: NC-17 for... many unspeakable things.
POV: Third-person omniscient
Summary:

Author Notes: This started off as an rp. Because we were bored. We tried to get each other off. And you hadn't had the Frank/Mikey in forevers. And no-one can resist a goddamn uniform. And we're both ex-Catholic Catholic fetishists something fierce. So we're aware that it's pretty damn cliche. But it got out of hand really fast and ended up being kind of epicly long. ...It's been two minutes and I can't think of anything else to reply with. END AUTHOR'S NOTE HERE.
Disclaimer: It's an epic gayass INO AU rp. Also, we don't know the My Chemical Romances. Nor do we own them.



Frank had caught sight of Mikey once or twice so far, getting off the bus before school and from the other side of the cafeteria at the end of lunch, but had yet to manage to actually get a word in with him. All he really knew was that the other boy was back now and apparently okay. And as much as he wanted to run up to him and grab his blazer and and ask him a thousand questions and probably fucking kiss him a few times, he doubted the behavior would go unnoticed by the staff. Especially given the difference of their social circles. His excitement warred with his paranoia, so for the majority of the day he went about his business as if nothing had changed. Rolling his eyes and flipping off teachers and making it known how much he didn't give a shit. It was only when he stopped thinking about Mikey for a few moments, pretty much currently concerned with just getting to his next class within a half hour of when it’d started, that he spotted the other boy down the otherwise deserted hallway. He fought down a grin and tried not to perk up too much, quickening his pace and bent to intercept him before he reached wherever he was going.

Hitching his bag higher on his shoulders and brushing his bangs out of his eyes, Mikey was wandering down the hall, his steps clear and resounding on the tile. He had the period free, tested out of Calculus, and he'd decided to go to the library- he told himself it was to read, but he knew he'd just end up taking a nap on that couch. He did sometimes. Seeing where the other boy was going, Frank almost got more excited than he already was, broke into a slight run, catching up with him after Mikey had passed by a few aisles of books. He was practically giggling as he suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist and shoved him up against the shelves, and no words really came to mind as he set about covering Mikey's face with needy kisses, holding onto him by the shoulders so that they were turned to face one another. He was ecstatic just being near him really, being able to touch him and hold him- when he'd dropped Mikey off at his parents’ house the other day, he didn't even know the next time they'd be able to see each other. They could have been in the middle of the fucking chapel right then. Frank needed to kiss him.

Mikey jolted a little in shock though he didn't tense- lately, he hadn't been so scared of getting beat up- not really because much had changed, but because he knew Frank would take care of him if he got hurt too bad. Press a paper towel under his nose again or something. It made him walk a little taller, not slump as much. So he jumped, but it didn't take long at all for him to recover, to laugh a giggle that made his voice break in surprise, pull Frank close and play wince at the kisses and bury his face in his neck and his hair, leaning his weight on the shelf and gingerly pushing his hips forward.

"W-where'd you com-come from?", meaning, I'm just looking for something to say and nothing smart's coming out because I haven't seen you all day and all week and hi Frank.

Frank rolled his eyes at the question, resisting a smart-ass remark that really didn't have any place in his current happiness and gently shoving Mikey’s shoulder in retort. After a few more moments of teasing he stuffed his hands in Mikey’s pockets and sort of collapsed against him, pressing his nose in his hair and breathing with a stupid smile on his face.

"God, what happened?" he finally managed to ask, voice muffled, sobering slightly as images of Mikey's home life assaulted him. "How did you get your parents to let you come back?"

Mikey's mouth drew into a thin line, and the hug turned into something more than an affectionate greeting, a little closer, like his whole body was resting on Frank's, depending on him. He laid his forehead on his shoulder though it was little awkward given the difference in height, turning his head to nose a bit at the lapel of Frank's blazer in thought.

"I s-snuck out thi-ss morning," he admitted, "B-but I don't think th-ey'll care, you know. I told th-them last night, I had to go b-back, or I'd f-fail out. Senior year and everyth-ing."

The statement filled Frank with all sorts of doubts and fears, and though his shoulders tightened, he pushed it aside in favor of enjoying the current press of Mikey's body against his own, the feeling of his voice against his neck.

"You're here, that's all that matters," he murmured, his voice soft yet with a touch of finality to it. "And god- I've fucking missed you." His arms squeezed a little tighter, the excitement of just seeing the other boy slowly morphing into something else entirely. It was hard for Frank not to do this kind of thing everytime he was near Mikey- it was just. He had to.

"I've been thinking about you, you know."

Mikey felt all of the tension in the middle of his chest from just thinking about his parents loosen up hearing Frank's voice, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and melting a little heavier into his body, tightening his arms under the other boy's in response and unabashedly smelling his jacket, his neck, the tips of his hair where they rested on the back of his collar, memorizing him, tucking Frank closer into his embrace and nodding stupidly, grinning.

"You te-ll me that everytime."

"Yeah, I guess I do," Frank laughed softly, slowly shifting his weight until one of his legs was pressed between Mikey's, ironically reminiscent of their first encounter in the bathroom. "But I always do," he drawled on, his voice low and casual, comfortable and borderline seductive. "I think about you in class. I think about your voice. And the way your hands feel on me. God, I get turned on so fucking bad. It’s hard not to touch myself right under the fucking desk."

Mikey grinned, pressing his cheek to the side of Frank’s throat to feel him speaking. He fucking spoke so- perfectly. Frank's laugh always made him laugh, made him happy in a way he didn't really understand, deep in his gut. He liked when Frank talked to him like this; it'd gotten to the point where it felt natural to sink into his touches and murmur and quip back at him, and Mikey'd been entertaining thoughts, daydreams, where they'd graduate and Mikey could move away, and maybe live near Frank or maybe with him, and they could sit next to each other in public. Maybe. And it was new to him, foreign and exciting, the possibility of escaping his parents and being like everyone else, with someone- it was an idea he'd never even dared to entertain before. And it'd become his favorite fantasy, really, thinking back to the first time they'd met. He was playfully uninterested and nonchalant when he responded.

"It's okay i-if you do that, I-I'll hel-help you with h-homework. You don't need to p-pay attention in class anymore."

Frank felt his lips quirking up into a smirk, quietly pleased in the subtle changes he was noticing in Mikey's personality. More confidence, and a willingness to banter back with him that sent an undeniable thrill of arousal up Frank's spine. The fact that they could just as easily have a conversation about Transformers or shoot cheesy pick-up lines back and forth to each other. He liked that.

"Well good," he countered, nudging Mikey's jaw to the side with his nose so he had to access to lean in and tug at his earlobe between his teeth, "Not that I really did anyways." His hands wandered gradually down the other boy's back until he reached the bottom of his jacket, slipping under it to stroke softly at the back of his hips over his shirt.

"I've been thinking about what happened in the car," he whispered in a lower tone, eying Mikey uncomfortably close and pressing the topic for all that he other boy seemed unconcerned. "Do you know how hard it makes me? What just thinking about that fucking does to me?"

Mikey let himself be arranged like a doll, obediently pliant in Frank's arm, lolling his head to the side and still feigning thoughtfulness even as Frank's teeth pulled and nipped at the sensitive dip under his ear, the spot where Frank knew he liked. It made him smile, that he remembered. He shifted halfheartedly and idly pushed himself into Frank's thigh.

"I kind of forg-ot what happened." His tone was teasing and encouraging, and some part of him with dignity couldn't believe he was stooping to playing this game. But he loved when Frank talked like this to him. It was so- it was like a movie, like they really liked each other.

Hands gripping a little harder at the back of Mikey's shirt, Frank fell into the script, groaning ever so softly against the other boy's ear as he worked his thigh a little harder against Mikey's hips.

"You forgot?" he purred, his whole body seeming to radiate a sexuality that only came out when he was in his element. "You don't remember me sitting in your lap in the front of my car?" Dropping down to a whisper, as if he was concerned about someone else hearing them, he pressed his lips directly against Mikey's sensitive skin. "And taking you inside me until I came harder than I ever have in my entire life?"

"Hnn." Mikey pulled them a little more into the shadows, in the nook between the couch and the philosophy shelf. The darkness was warm and close and inviting. It was only then, when they were a little more concealed, that he reached down, tugging at the edge of Frank's blazer before pressing the heel of his palm lightly up and against the front of his pants.

"...I remember... t-the movie being r-really good. T-the girl in i-t was h-hot."

Frank's pulse was roaring in his veins, flustered and a little shocked by Mikey's boldness but altogether turned on out of his mind.

"You don't like girls, Mikey," he hissed with a mischievous grin, shamelessly rocking forward against the other boy's hand. "You like boys. You like me." Twisting his hands up into the front of Mikey's jacket, he gave him a good shove against the wall, closing the distance between them by grinding his obvious erection against Mikey's thigh. "We fucked Mikey, and you loved it."

It was strange, that Mikey didn't even think of the pain in his shoulderblades- too preoccupied with this new game, this new sense of power, and, really, this new sense of familiarity, that they could joke and tease while blatantly messing around and grinding and thrusting into air.

"Fucked...?", he repeated curiously, like he was tasting the word on his lips, contemplating it and unsure of its meaning. "I remember... t-touching you like thi-is..." his hand curled and tightened and palmed though it made no move to unzip, "I remember... put-ting my mouth, here," he very lightly traced a still-healing hickey with the tips of his fingers, a little proud that it'd turned out as well as it did, "I remember b-biting a little and sucking hard and f-feeling, you- you made noises underneath me. But 'fucked'...?"

"Yeah," Frank groaned, patience fraying at the electric pleasure that came from hearing the filthy word coming out of fucking innocent Mikey. His mouth parted and closed over all the sensitive spots he'd slowly been discovering along the other boy's neck and jaw, doing everything he could to make him as desperately horny as Frank was himself.

"You know Mikey. Fucking." He'd always had a love for the word, but never quite so much as now, enunciating each hard letter sound, jerking his hips forward for emphasis. "When your dick was inside me and I rode it out in your lap. That's what fucking is, Mikey."

When Frank hit the dip joining neck and collarbone and the words 'your' and 'dick' and 'inside' slipped past his lips, it was almost an internal shrug moment, done with that.

"O-oh," Mikey lilted, tutted, "Oh. Yeah. I think I- yeah, you w-were hugging my neck, and I was h-holding your hips, l-like this," his slender fingers clutched the bones and his thumbs pressed down inside them, though he made no move to control any of Frank's movements, just let him do what he wanted, "And slid-ing all slow and hot up into you, right?" He nibbled idly at Frank's shoulder beneath his collar. "P-pulling you down a little and rolling up and h-hitting something in there, right? Something good?"

Frank's jaw clenched tight, fighting down a ragged moan, so turned on it bordered on pissed off. "So fucking good," he breathed, twining his arms up around Mikey's neck to mirror the words he spoke, having to stand on his toes a bit to be able to reach comfortably, pressing his lips into his hair as he went on. "Nothing's ever felt that good in my life, Mikey. Feeling you all hot and thick inside me, fuckin driving me crazy, pushing up against my spot in the best fucking way." Letting a little bit of silence hang between them, he tilted his neck down until his lips grazed the other boy's, not really kissing him but making soft contact as he breathed, "I want to feel it again."

Mikey sighed shakily, nuzzling bodily against Frank's shoulder and his chin and as far as he was concerned, game over, because that was just- it. He wasn't teasing or joking or cute when he said it, more quiet, serious, maybe a little desperate, demanding, loving maybe-

"...Where?"

"I don't care," Frank panted, mental images flitting through his mind laced with actual memory of Mikey's face and voice and body reacting to his own, not even noticing that his hands had moved until they were struggling with Mikey's belt, wrenching it open and reaching inside to wrap his fingers around the other boy's length. "Right here, Mikey, up against the wall, shit I just need it." And it was a little strange how this was all playing out, with Frank taking the initiative and making the demands and showing Mikey how it was all done despite the fact that Frank was the one getting fucked. Right now, anyways.

That was all Mikey needed to hear before he was nudging Frank back, gently pressing him against the wall, open-mouthed and breathing him in like he's more important than oxygen, always was. He was spitting on his own fingers, closing his eyes as Frank played with his dick and tracing his hand around his hip to the small of his back before he slipped his hand down and really, did Frank ever wear boxers? The smell of the books and the clean natural light form the windows- it was all so fucking familiar, like the first time they’d messed around here, and that alone was an insane turn-on.

"C-can I do it, this t-time? W-will you be okay, with- jus-"

Frank's lips were parted, eyes closed and breathing heavily, having enough of a sense to nod, clumsily unzipping his own pants and letting them fall to his ankles before he lifted a leg to wrap around Mikey's hip, causing the pants to twist up a little but he didn't care. The soft exhale of "yeah" was barely audible, more concerned with working his hand up and down the shaft of Mikey's cock, aching to bite his neck but afraid of getting the other boy in any more trouble, quelling his need by biting down into the shoulder of Mikey's jacket, tugging the fabric up between his teeth.

Pressing his fingers in Frank didn't feel unnatural, and it didn't feel wrong, it felt perfectly right, in fact, loving, and taking care of him, and touching him, warmth and tight and right, and feeling the pressure of Frank's little teeth on his blazer, he shook his head and his other hand snaked up and guided Frank's mouth to his neck, tugged his collar down and bared it a little for him, pressing deeper and curling, and he whispered, "I don't c-care, that do-doesn't matter-"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Frank was fascinated that he was able to fall apart like this, choking out a sob of pleasure and latching his teeth down into the soft skin of Mikey's neck, claiming him, marking his territory, letting out the emotional overload that built within him by sucking as hard as he could. His legs were shaking, from strain and from anticipation, eventually pulling away from Mikey's neck with a gasp for oxygen, the words "Fuck me" getting wrenched from his throat, as inevitable as breathing.

Mikey hummed and moaned at once, a stream of 'that's right yours yours' running in his head as Frank rocked against him and sucked, and he wanted nothing more than that right now, what Frank groaned, and he managed to get his fingers to let go of the gelled black in the back of his hair and spit in his hand and slick himself more than the precome already did, and he was tugging Frank close and pressing his dick between their blazers and cupping his hand in front of Frank's mouth for him to spit too, managing to sputter out, "B-both of us, h-has to be b-oth-"

Frank's eyes fluttered open, meeting Mikey's gaze with a wry smirk for all that he was breathless and his cheeks were flushed, spitting into the other boy's open hand with as much dignity as he could manage. He laughed a little, that genuine, girly laugh that made the corners of his eyes squint up, because really, how serious could this be, wiping off his mouth with the back of his arm right before he ducked in to kiss Mikey as hard as he could, crushing their mouths together and tangling his fingers up into the back of his hair.

Mikey giggled too and that was all he needed, really, when Frank kissed him, he pulled him close and returned it, sliding his tongue against Frank's and sucking his lips and biting the corner of his mouth. He was hugging him harder than he ever had before, like this singular moment could let Frank know how much he meant to him, and he was awkwardly slicking himself up, harder just thinking it was him and Frank, always him and Frank, and then came the uncomfortable realization, Frank tucked in his bony limbs, "H-hey, Frank," hitch his leg up a little higher on his waist, breathless laugh, "I d-don't think I can h-hold you up-"

Not even bothering to argue, Frank grabbed a hold of Mikey's jacket with both hands, carefully sliding down the wall and dragging the other boy down with him. It wasn't graceful or orchestrated like they made it seem on TV. Frank's pants awkwardly caught on his ankles as he tried to part his legs, impatiently kicking them aside, desperately twisting a hand up in Mikey's tie to keep them from parting too far. Nothing mattered except the fact that it was them, that he wanted this, that Mikey wanted this, that it was something they both needed so badly. Mikey didn’t mind when Frank dragged him down behind the couch, he just crawled up on top of him with a cheshire grin, not caring that Frank's pants were catching up and in the way, he decided to let Frank work that out, because he wanted to be closer, closer than Frank pulling on his tie was getting them. His forearms fit perfect at Frank's sides, tucked between Frank's elbows and his ribs, and it was so nice to lower his head and kiss him again and feel their noses against one another. He nestled between Frank's legs, between his thighs and his knees, his head in the crook of his shoulder-

"Come on," Frank urged on a whisper, laying back and propping himself up on his elbows, looking up at Mikey from under the disheveled mess of his bangs.

Mikey sucked on his lip, eyes half-lidded, almost trembling really, because he’d been replaying how it felt to fuck Frank since the moment it’d happened. He shakily rested his palms flat on Frank’s thighs to steady him, taking a deep breath and curling his fingers in the fabric, and he actually fucking whimpered when he pushed in and couldn't move at all, gasping, "H-hold me- please-", because no matter who was doing the fucking, it was always Mikey who needed Frank, needed him to take care of him and needed him to lean on.

Frank's head fell back against the floor, jaw dropping open in a silent groan, his spine arching up and arms wrapping tight around Mikey's waist and shoulders without even the need to be asked for. He pulled Mikey tighter against his neck, legs bent at the knee to frame Mikey's hips, tugging against him ever so slightly in encouragement to move. "Mikey," he whispered, more of a moan than a word, just laying there and panting hard as his body worked to adjust. "I fucking love you, Mikey."

As good as it felt, fucking amazing and tight and hot, just hearing the clunk of Frank's skull on the tile made Mikey stop what he was doing to reach up, curl his fingers in his hair and cradle his head and have him use his hand as a cushion, because he wasn't going to let him bang his brain like that. It was a weird moment of laden pause, both of them breathing heavy and pressed together everywhere and still and when Frank said it, Mikey's response wasn't just a reflex, it was completely sincere, quiet as it was. "I love you too." And then he was rocking forward, letting them both feel it and fisting his hand in Frank's shirt. Somehow it was better than before, more responsible and dominant, that he was the one doing this to Frank, that Frank was trusting him with this. And all the pent-up lust from being separated from him- this was fucking perfect.

"O-oh- fu-fuck-"

It was different for Frank, actually feeling Mikey press into him instead of sitting stationary while Frank did all the moving on top of him. It was good.

"God, just like that," he whispered, slowly bringing his legs up to wrap around Mikey's waist, tugging him closer, deeper, a little harder, loving the torturously slow pace but still craving more. "Come on, Mikey." The words were falling from his lips as naturally as breathing, barely even thinking about the meaning, just needing to express himself in some way. "God yes, fucking- in me Mikey, fuck me-" There was something so undeniably hot about doing this still partially dressed; it felt sneaky and forbidden and exciting and without missing a beat, Frank's hand was twisted back up in Mikey's tie, tugging it softly as he rocked his body up for more

Mikey's voice was muffled in Frank's hair, his collar, his neck, and it was amazing how good just a little shift made it feel, Frank moving his thighs and knees up to tug him closer, just that made it all feel different and tighter and perfect- a pleading 'uhn' came up Mikey's throat and he was pushing forward, hips jerking desperately, it was so fucking hard to keep quiet, to tone it down when he spoke, "F-Frank, I-I'm gonna try- g-go fast, f-faster, you okay?"

Frank could only nod absently, his face slightly contorted in pleasure and strain, shifting his hips around in mild irritation to try and find that perfect angle, gasping out loud when he felt Mikey brush against his prostate.

"F-faster," he repeated with a needy edge to his voice, wrapping his legs a little tighter to enforce his point. "Yes, fuck yes, just don't fucking stop." Turning his head to the side, Frank mouthed his lips shakily against Mikey's neck, an awkward form of kissing that kept losing its rhythm whenever he'd moan and cry out.

Mikey couldn't trust himself to be that close anymore, warm and pressed in Frank's everything, so he had to shakily pull himself up, arms straight, elbows locked, looking down at him with his glasses sliding down his nose and his hair falling all over but he couldn't stop moving, couldn't help it, just looking at Frank's face made him buck harder. He chewed the side of his lip just to keep from breaking out with a sobby gasp, "S-stiff your back, wanna feel it- harder-" he squeezed his eyes, "G-god, F-Frank I- I- I'm c-close-"

Frank could do nothing but comply, arching his back up off the floor and holding himself steady, more turned on than anything by Mikey's commentary. "Fuck, I am too," he whispered, slowly opening his eyes to see the other boy straining above him, reaching up to grab Mikey's face in both of his hands and pull him down into a messy, heated kiss. "Come for me," he hissed out between kisses, rocking his hips up against Mikey's thrusts and crying out into his mouth when it brought the other boy's cock straight into contact with that spot within him. "Come on Mikey, I wanna feel you, I need you, come on-"

Mikey shook his head, unsure of how to explain it, that being with Frank like this, even in the fucking library hidden behind a couch, this was the only time when everything really felt okay, just, right and okay, perfect, he could feel it curling in his stomach and felt his arms trembling and the noises Frank was moaning weren't helping but, "I- don't wanna, yet-" It didn't really seem to matter what he wanted though, because not a minute and three hard thrusts after the sentence left his mouth, Mikey was over the edge, only having the sense not to fall on Frank completely as his limbs gave out, reaching down with both hands to jerk Frank off, writhing a little against his body and mumbling affection against his chest.

Frank's body tightened like whipcord, so fucking close that he felt like he could scream when Mikey lost his rhythm and stopped- that is until he felt the other boy's fingers wrap around him, eyes snapping open wide and before he could even process the touch he was coming hard into Mikey's hand, burying his face into his neck to muffle the sounds of his orgasm. His arms and legs locked in a deathgrip around Mikey's body until the shudders finally passed, still clinging to him but relaxing his grip a little, not yet pulling away as he struggled to get his breathing and his pulse under control.

Mikey grunted a little under his breath, holding Frank close for a few minutes under the pretext of trying to catch his breath before he placed a delicate kiss he doubted Frank felt to the collar of his shirt, pulling back and carefully rearranging the other boy's tie.

"You're a me-ss," he mumbled apologetically, his eyes fixed on his lower torso, carefully placing him back in his pants and zipping him up, redoing his buckle and taking the opportunity to tuck in a shirt that never seemed to be code-worthy. He grinned at the progress and looked up, pushing his glasses up and smoothing down Frank's hair with one hand, humming and trying to stay professional and not leak how incredibly fond he was of him into the motion too much.

Frank grinned up at Mikey, laying back in quiet content as the other boy redressed him. "Yeah, and you're still half naked," he murmured, sitting up on his knees after Mikey tucked in his shirt, not even having the heart to impatiently tug it back out like he did every time his mom had done the same thing for him. With a gentle kiss to Mikey's cheek, he mirrored the affectionate motions; lifting and zipping his pants, fixing his belt, smoothing his hair, adjusting his tie. He was giggling by the time he was done, surprised at himself for being so sweet with someone, but it just felt so natural with Mikey, leaning in for a soft kiss that didn't possess any of the sloppy, sexual urgency of earlier.

Mikey was fighting down a laugh the whole time Frank was fixing him up, keeping his lips at his ear and peppering kisses at his hairline just to keep himself distracted and not let Frank see, but when the other boy was done with his gentle touching and tie-tightening and leaned back from the kiss with a dreamy smile, he couldn't help it anymore and bust out laughing in a horribly dweeby way, eying Frank with incredible amusement.

"J-just, god, your hair looks h-h-horrible like that." And it kinda did, the normally full and spiked up black stuck awkwardly down in a 50's reminiscent schoolboy style from Mikey's ministrations. He tugged him closer and messed it up a little, flushed from the effort of laughing hard and trying to keep it quiet.

Frank laughed right back, the corners of his eyes crinkling up, looking up as if he could see his own hair if he tried hard enough. "Oh I'm sorry," he giggled, running his fingers through his now fucked up hair in an attempt to muss it back into place. "I mean, you're the one who has to look at me."

And as he laughed and did his best to keep his voice down, he didn't even notice the slight movement of one of the nuns who worked in the library slipping out of sight and back around the corner of the shelf, having already seen enough. She'd been suspicious at the sight of Frank Iero willingly entering for the library for the second time in recent weeks, but the last thing she'd expected to see was the trouble-maker kissing another student. Of course there were rumors, but she didn’t ever suspect that he would truly be such a disturbed case as to go about perverting the other boys.

Mikey was careless in his affection, hadn't really remembered feeling happier in his life, just being with Frank and smelling books and- touching him. "Y-yeah." He smiled, the laughs finally out of his system, tucking Frank's bangs behind his ear and ruffling a bit more for good measure.

"Yeah." He faltered off a little, smile slipping a bit. The light was playing in Frank's hair and he looked like a little kid, happy and innocent and Mikey wasn't sure why no-one else could see how great of a person he really was. The tuck turned into a pet turned into a stroke, and Mikey itched to pull him close, but he didn't.

"Y-you know, maybe. Maybe one day, we can go somewh-ere. You k-know?"

"I've been thinking about that," Frank answered softly, his face sobering slightly as just what a big deal he knew it was for Mikey to even consider something like that. "We don't even have to stay here in town, we could move... anywhere. I've got money, we could do whatever we wanted." It would solve all their problems, it was a way to get Mikey away from his abusive parents and stifled lifestyle. Away. Just that one word seemed to carry so much sudden hope that it had Frank touching him right back, his fingers just barely grazing the lines of Mikey's jaw.

"Just us, Mikey."

Mikey's heart felt like it was painfully leaping up and squishing together at the same time, and his eyes were tearing up behind his glasses without him even realizing it. He'd never had a friend like this, and on top of that, someone who taught him all the stuff -he'd be scared asking someone else, letting someone else touch him or hold him, and he'd never thought about a possibility other than being trapped in his home. It was a strange realization, that being with Frank was all he really wanted anymore. If he was with him, he was brave enough to look people in the eye and skip out on church and- love him. Being with him was all he wanted. He laughed for no reason, embarrassed when he felt a tear on his cheek, wiping it off with his spare hand and smiling up at Frank.

"Y-yeah. Just us. You know? Just us."

Seeing the trace of a tear against Mikey's cheek, Frank reached forward to brush it away with his thumb, following up the action with a grin and soft kiss against the still partially wet spot, pulling back and grinning at him like it wasn’t a big deal.

"We could get an apartment together," he whispered, feeling himself getting sucked into the fantasy, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be in class right now. "And we could get jobs, even though we wouldn't have to. We could go to shows together and I can teach you how to play guitar and it won't even matter what anyone else thinks of us, Mikey."

Mikey was squinting in glee, nodding and gulping, his cheeks flushed, "Jobs, yeah, jobs, get a dog,-" he blinked and paused in shock, "Y-you'd te-ach me guitar?" He couldn't help it anymore, flinging around Frank's neck and hugging him hard, "I like it better listening to you play, t-tho-ugh." The statement was said with a reverence he'd only showed prayer, bowing his head and tucking it in Frank's neck, breathing him in and clinging shamelessly. They were graduating in a few months and none of that seemed to matter anymore, staying hidden and acting like it wasn't happening. Escape as a viable possibility was making him grin and nod for no real reason.

"Doesn't mat-ter what they think."

Frank's arms came up to wrap around Mikey's waist, losing himself to the moment and the soft and quiet assurances they were telling each other that it would all be okay. And really, there wasn't any reason for it not to be, what with the school year near its end and the resources Frank had never had a use for until now. He was so wrapped up in the moment that he didn't even hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late and there was a firm hand on his shoulder, pulling him up to his feet from their spot near the back of the couch. "What the fuck-" he started but was soon silenced by the furious face of a priest, his blood turning cold at the realization of what was happening meant. How much did they see, how much did they know, and Mikey-

Mikey had ran through it in his head before, when he'd started realizing he wasn't afraid of Frank, afraid of sitting next to him or kissing him or being with him- what he'd do if they were caught. He'd told himself he'd step away, not in shock, just like he would have anyways, on his own, and then he'd come up with a simple explanation, expertly fitted to the circumstance. What really happened was that the blood drained from his face, his fingers started shaking, and his voice didn't work at all anymore. But what did change from the planned scenario was the fact that he immediately grabbed Frank's hand in his own icy one. And held it tight

Frank's eyes were wide with panic, clinging to Mikey with both his hand and his eyes. Absently he could hear the priest speaking, the quiet gossipy chatter of the nuns hanging in the background, words like "blasphemy" and "sinners" and "calling your parents" peppering his thoughts though for the most part his world had gone eerily quiet. He'd never feared so much for himself in a situation like this, not even caring about the potential repercussions that would come from his vapid mother and father. No, all of his concern lay with Mikey and the naked fear in his eyes, violently attempting to shrug off the hand on his shoulder that tried to pry the two boys apart.

Mikey swallowed just to keep from puking, and he didn't look at Frank, couldn't look at Frank, he knew he'd crack and just hold on tight to him if he did, so he fixed his eyes on the priest and said it without thinking about it, the most desperate thing he'd ever said in his life, "P-p-p-pl-ease d-don't t-take- him a-away from m-me-", and it was barely out when he heard his father's voice booming in the hall.

"Get off me!" Frank hissed in anger, wincing a bit in withdrawal when Father Davidson succeeded in prying his hand away from Mikey's. More voices were creeping into his consciousness, and as he whirled around to face the priest who'd shattered his peace of mind he came face to face with a man he'd never seen before, a man who wore no robes of office, whose eyes were locked on Mikey.

"What-" he started but was silenced by a yank to the shoulder of his jacket. "You've done enough damage already Iero, keep it down and don't make it any worse for youself," the priest hissed in his ear.

Hearing his father's voice shoved Mikey into a shocked coma, standing there with his limp arms at his side and shaking bodily, a few tears streaming silently down his face, but that didn't even compare to when the man came in the room, his face livid and red, making a beeline for his son. It was only when Frank's hand was wrenched from his that he snapped out of it, mumbling Frank's name in a soft, questioning, scared tiny tone though his gaze was still fixed on his dad. His eyes grew bigger and bigger, his body seemed small and frail and thin in comparison to the much larger man striding purposefully towards him, and when the figure cast a furious glance at Frank but returned immediately to Mikey in understanding, not even saying anything, just reaching out and grabbing him by the collar and beginning to drag him to the door, his voice broke. He knew where he was going. He knew exactly what was going to happen when he got there. And this time, no Frank would ever be able to come and save him, no Frank would be there to help his back, no Frank would hold him and say it was okay when it wasn't, and he'd never see him again- as soon as his father forced his frozen body to move, dragging him back to the car, something inside him broke. He started fighting against the pull though it didn't do much good, one hand desperately trying to scratch at his tie to breathe and one wildly grabbing and reaching, and then he was just screaming, rasping Frank's name and only looking at him, his eyes wide and pleading, screaming his name over and over and begging him to save him.

Frank was numb and frozen as he watched what he could only assume was Mikey's father grab his son and start to pull him out of the library. It was like he was paralyzed, more fearful than anything that if he spoke up or fought back that he'd make it worse for Mikey- that is until he heard the other boy scream his name. Like a call to arms, he wrenched his arm out of the priests grasp and ran after him, getting stopped again as one of the nuns grabbed him around the waist. For all the Frank was strong and driven by love and hate he was still just a short, 17-year-old boy and even though he kicked and shouted until his face was red with strain, he couldn't break free her hold. He was fucking stuck there watching Mikey get dragged away and fucking hearing him-

"You can't take him!" he yelled, voice hoarse and cracking. In a desperate move, he turned back to the priest who was now sprinting to catch up with him. "You don't understand, they're gonna hurt him! You can't let him go with them! God fucking dammit why won't you fucking listen to me?!"

Mikey didn't register the arms around Frank's waist, his flailing and the obvious fact that he couldn't go anywhere, he just registered that Frank wasn't coming for him, and didn't he understand, his father was taking him away, his -. "F-Frank, d-d-d-don't let h-h-h-him g-get me, don't let him get me", he was shaking horribly now, he didn't care about getting beaten, but he cared about being locked away somewhere he could never find a way out of, never find his way back, "Frank, he's- don't let him get me-"

Frank's eyes closed as he mentally prepared himself to do something unforgivable, a strange sense of calm settling about him right before he drew back his elbow and rammed it hard into the Sister's face. She yelped out in pain and raised her hands to cover her now bleeding nose far too late to do any good, giving Frank the chance he needed to break away and make a dash for the door.

"Mikey!"

Everything seemed to move in slow motion around him, like every cheesy movie he’d ever seen, but it was actually happening. The sounds of screaming from behind him, the angry shouting of Mikey's father, the walls of books passing him on either side as he ran were dimming. Desperately, his hands wound tight into Mikey's jacket, giving him one good pull, a ghost of a smile grazing his lips as he thought for one glorious moment that this stupid attempt at rescue would work.

"Hey Mikey," he whispered, clenching his hand before time resumed it's normal course and Father Davidson was screaming in his ear, wrenching him back by the collar like he was a badly behaving puppy. "It's gonna be okay."

Mikey's eyes widened, he didn't even feel his father's hand on his neck anymore, didn't hear the nun scream and didn't see the blood, he just saw Frank running toward him and he reached his arm out and then Frank was in it, smiling at him and immediately, he smiled back, just like always, his face relaxing and the tremors stopping.

He smiled and nodded once and whispered 'okay' and squeezed gently back before Frank was yanked away and his dad managed to drag him out the door.