Gerard's P.O.V

 "FRANK!" I screamed in pleasure. My arms hurt from holding onto the headboard but right now I couldn't care less. All I cared about was the white hot feeling of pleasure building in the pit of my stomach. I never thought I'd see Frank moving above me in this way, or hear him panting in this situation.

 "Fuck it Gerard, I'm close!" Frank yelled gripping onto my hips, trying to push in further.

  If he hits my spot one more time I might just explode. I watched as Frank snaked his hand between our bodies and grabbed my pulsing erection. He began to pump faster and faster, making me unable to hold back any longer. I ejaculated over our stomach with a contented sigh.
 
 "Christ Gerard!" grunted Frank releasing inside me and abruptly collapsing. As our breathing slowed, we settled down, wrapped in each others arms. No words were spoken and only the soft sound of our breathing could be heard in the room as we fell alseep.

5 hours later

  I rolled over expecting to feel Frank's warm presence beside me. When I realised the spot was empty, my eyes flew open in panic. I sat bolt upright, half asleep but searching the room with my frantic gaze. I must be imagining this. 
Where is he? The bathroom, he must be in the bathroom.

Pause.

Ok, so he's not in the bathroom.

So where...what the hell?

I picked up the piece of paper with my name on it, fear racing through my veins, making my hands shake. Notes are never good.

Gerard,
Don't hate me. I know this seems like I'm running away, but I'm not. I promise you. I just need time to process this. It's hardly an excuse but what's going on in my head right now is hard to explain.

Please don't hate me.
Frankie
X

  I collapsed onto the bed, a single tear slipping slowly down my cheek and staining the crumpled note that just made my world come crashing down.

2 days later - Mikey's P.O.V

  I'm worried now. It's been 2 days and I haven't heard anything. Gerard won't pick up any of my calls. I've come to see him, just to be on the safe side. I'm pulling into his parking lot now.

  I approached his door, but before I unlockd it, I had a listen. No sound - that's strange. There's normally music playing. Now I'm really scared. I unlocked the dor as fast as I could...

 "SHIT!"

  What's he done? What the fuck's he done?! No no no, this can't be happening again...

 I crouched over Gerard's limp body, staring at the remnants of someone's clothes strewn around him. Tears began to fall down my face as I prised the empty vodka bottle out of his cold hand.

  Christ, it's covered in blood. My eyes travelled up, taking in the dried blood and scab of fresh cuts snaking down his arm. What's in his other hand?

  I opened it gently and uncrumpled the note. I read it slowly, anger bubbling inside of me, stronger and stronger as I read each word.

  I'll kill him! What did he do? I'll worry about that later.

  I leant back over Gerard and checked my big brother for a pulse. It's there, but it's faint. I started to talk to him as I dialled 911.

 "Come on Gee, you can fight this. You've done it before. Wake up for me!"

Frank's P.O.V

  FUCK! What have I done? I stared at the man leaning over Gerard's lifeless body. For obvious reasons, he hadn't noticed me yet. I took a tentative step forward and at the sound of movement the stranger turned. Te stranger stared at me for a second, then asked,

 "Are you Frank?"

  As I began to nod he threw himself at me throwing punches blindly. One hit me on the jaw and the force threw me into the wall. As I slid down, winded, the stranger began to shout at me,

 "What the fuck have you done to my brother you heartless bastard? How could you do it? Why would you do it? 
WHAT DID YOU DO?"

  Before I could answer the shape that Gerard started to stir behind Mikey.

Gerard's P.O.V

  Wow! It feels like a bombs gone off in my head? OW! Why do I do this to myself? All this noise doesn't help. What the fuck was that thump? I looked to my left and a bedraggled Frank with a bloody nose and a swelling eye land on my sofa. The next thing I saw was Mikey descending on Frank, a murderous look in his eyes. Oh crap! It was meant to come out as a yell but ended up as more of a whimper,
 
 "Mikey, stop!"

  He didn't hear me. I mustered up all the energy I had, albeit very little and shouted,
 
 "Mikey STOP!" Ow, that hurt.

  This time he noticed me, forgetting about Frank and turning towards me, a ook of relief flooding his face. At least the murderous look was gone - I never knew he had it in him. I tried to get up to see if Frank was OK but Mikey pushed me back down.

 "Mikey, just let me see if he's OK!"

 "No, you're not going near that piece of scum again. Not after what he's done to you!"

  I watched heplessly as Mikey walked over to where Frank was lying, groaning on the sofa. Mikey grabbed him by the collar, yanked hoff the sofa and practically dragged him to the door literally throwing him out.

  He slammed the door, turned around and stared at me.

10 minutes later

 "Where did that come from? Why did you have to the crap out of him?" I inquired, fiddling with the new bandages on my arms.

 "Don't play ith them, you'll make your cuts bleed again."

 "Mikey," I siad, giving him a withering look and delibrately playing with bandages more, "Answer the damn questions!"

  I watched my little brother drop his head and stare at his shoes.

 "Your voice on the phone."

 "What the hell?"

 "I could hear you falling for him and I knew it'd go th same way. It's happened so many times before I can just tell now."

 "You're avoiding the issue. Where from and why?"

 "I'm not avoiding the issue!"

 "Yes you are!"
 
 "No I'm not!"
 
 "Yes you are, times infinity!"

 "FINE! You're so fucking obnoxious! He hurt my big brother so I hurt him. End of story."

 "Well Mike, I never knew you had it in you, and I appreciate it, but reel it in next time yeah? He could be seriously fucking hurt!"

 "Yeah, but look at you. This is because of him!"

 "No it's not. This is because of me and my insecurities. I blew it out of proportion. He had every right to leave and I'm sorry you had to witness it again but this is my way of dealing with it."

  I watched the contemplation making the little cogs in his brain turn. Then, he yawned.

 "Why don't you go to sleep?" I asked. He looked at me suspiciously.

 "Dude, I'll be fine. I'm just gonna watch 'I love Lucy' re-runs."

 "I swear, it's like having a sister. Ok, I'll go sleep. Wait a minute, I'm not gonna find anything I don't wanna find am I?"

 "Like what?"

 "Erm, gay porn?"

 "No!...as long as you don't look under the bed." I saidsheepishly.

 "Ew, bad mental image." said my brother, dropping his head into his hands and walking away.

2 minutes later

  What if he's still outside? He was in a bad way, he can't have got far. Wait a minute, this guy made me get smashed and cut myself, why do I care what happens to him? What the hell is going on inside my brain? I'll check anyway.

  I snuck to the door, desperately trying not to wake up Mikey. Is it right that mission impossible is playing in my mind right now? Tom Cruise in a jumpsuit. Later Gerard, concentrate on mission. I slowly opened the door, seeing a small pool of blood on the welcome mat.

  Oh shit, he's unconcious! What did Mikey do to him? I bent down beside him, touching his face lightly. He jerked upright and groaned,

 "Oh, where am I?"

 "You're outside my house. Mikey beat you pretty bad." I said putting a comforting hd on his shin. I watch his face fall as he remembered.

 "I'm so fucking sorry!" He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes, "Please forgive me?" I looked at him pityingly.

 "There's nothing to forgive, but I don't trust you right now. You have to earn that back. But, I can't leave you out here like this. Come inside, just 'till you get your strength back."

 "I can't."

 "If you're worried about Mikey, don't be. I won't let him hurt you again."

 "It's not that. I've hurt you too mualready. I don't deserve your sympathy or anything else I might have wanted."

  I watched as he pulled himself up slowly and painfully. I stood up with him and then he leant forward and bruised my cheek gently with his lips.

 "Goodbye Gerard."

  I watched him limp away, wondering if I'd ever see him again.