#pairing:frank/mikey

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Frank doesn’t do warnings. If his cock is in someone's mouth they shouldn't need a fucking warning to know that at some point there’s going to be jizz coming out of it.

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He’s so tired. It’s not normally like this, but Mikey’s struggling to remember the last time he slept for more than three hours without being stalked by things. People and places and scenarios that shouldn’t be scary - not anymore, not as an adult - but he wakes up, every single time, his clothes damp, his hands shaking, the fear and nausea roiling in his stomach.

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In the morning, before anyone has had any coffee, Mikey mumbles, “So okay, I like getting the shit beaten out of me.”

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Gerard is about one month away from graduating college, and the deadline for his final big Art project is getting closer. He’s got one idea for it, but because of what it involves, he’s been procrastinating it an awful lot just because he can’t find the words to ask his best friend to pose for him. Naked. When he does, though, Gerard realizes it’s not only about painting. It’s about their friendship, it’s about fighting for some control. And it’s also about keeping his attraction in silence as the younger boy seems to constantly read his mind.

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Mikey should have realised being invited to a wedding as Ray’s plus one would end in drama. You can’t watch a rom-com and come away thinking weddings won’t have drama.

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Gerard and Mikey Way are the Killjoys, a motorbaby duo. That is, until their car gets wrecked in a battle and the dashboard accessory of their new Trans Am is an ex-Companion with a mission.

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Being a halfling in a red state can sometimes cause issues for Frank Iero. He’s the weakest at Jett Clement High School, and probably the entire state (not counting the meal plans). His moods are oddly stable, as much as he tries to be mercurial. And being able to withstand the sun for up to twenty minutes only allows him more time to be forced into chores.

Still, his parents are insane if they think he’s going to be happy about their decision. Frank doesn’t want to move to a Mixed state. How is he supposed to get great friends? How is he supposed to find great food? How is he supposed to have great sex? But Frank doesn’t have a choice. He’s New Jersey bound for the next year, if not longer. He’ll be surrounded by tame vampires who have been nagged out of a sex drive, and humans he’s not allowed to eat. Mixed states suck.

Lucky for him, not every person in Jersey sucks.

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Mikey knows Gerard’s ideological reasons for posing in alpha/beta erotica with his brother. He doesn’t get the rest of the reasons until he sees the hot photographer.

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Dark Angel AU series. Some people are transgens, some people are purely human, everything is idfic, and nothing hurts. (Well, unless you’re the characters. But they bounce back.)

Crash: In a future version of Seattle, Frank Iero’s a lot of things: bike messenger, cage fighter, sometimes thief, Ray Toro’s roommate. Mikey Way’s also a lot of things: record label owner, co-heir to his grandmother’s fortune, younger brother. Neither are normal. But they don’t know just how far each other’s abnormalities go until Frank’s past and a secret of Mikey’s unexpectedly shove together. (Dark Angel AU.)

The High Place: Even after the battle that destroyed the local branch of Manticore, Seattle was much kinder to Brendon than the secret military organization that created him and his friends. Could his newfound freedom lead to something as awesome as love? (Dark Angel AU)

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It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, just … bam. It hit Mikey like a missile.

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Frank doesn’t do warnings. If his cock is in someone's mouth they shouldn't need a fucking warning to know that at some point there’s going to be jizz coming out of it.

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The logical thing to do, in Frank’s opinion, would be to use the time machine to send Mikey back to have sex with himself. There’s no reason for anyone else to get dragged into this. He and Ray aren’t even into dudes, and Gerard is out of the question. (As is Bob. There’s straight, and then there’s straight.) Mikey should clean up his own infernal messes, if you ask Frank.

“You’re a moron,” Mikey tells him. “We would get stuck in a feedback loop of energy depletion until we both died.”

Well, okay, except for that, it’s logical.

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Frank shot at the range every week throughout elementary and middle school. In high school, he joined the junior ROTC program for their pistol team. He read all the books and internet articles he could get his hands on about Roswell, Area 51, the Disclosure Project, astronomy, space travel, and polemology. His copy of Exopolitics: Politics, Government, and Law in the Universe was so beat-up it looked like it had been flushed down the toilet and dried out with a hairdryer. Everyone who knew him, including his relatives, thought he was insane.

Then, when he was seventeen, the first ship barreled into the Pacific Ocean.

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The evolution of Frank Iero, age 15.

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Choice: Frank can’t keep his crush a secret.

Family: Mr. and Mrs. Way invite the boys over for dinner.

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The boy came to the monastery on a cart when he was hardly as tall as one of the wheels. He was obviously a wild boy, covered in dark markings curling and smearing over his face and arms, his dark eyes bright and defiant under unruly black hair. The traveler helped him off the cart, but it was clear he didn’t like to be touched.