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Ever since Gerard discovered the rape fantasies Mikey had had when they were both teenagers, it has weighed on his mind.
He found said fantasy through an online discussion forum via their computer’s Web Search History; in his comment, Mikey left out the fact that it involved his own brother. He detailed that the reason he would think about his teenaged self getting taken advantage of by this person was out of guilt over his own burgeoning feelings for them. In addition, he and the individual are now adults and in a consenting, loving relationship, and he knows that his significant other would never hurt him that way.
Afterward, Gerard confronted Mikey. While the conversation was serious and awkward – with a very embarrassed Mikey – it opened up the possibility of ever exploring the idea of Mikey being ravished.
The following day, Gerard chose to learn more about his brother’s former secret by reading through the rest of the discussion forum, exploring what other users had to confess and give their thoughts on. By doing so, he stumbled upon a fictitious story Mikey wrote, with their names being changed. Of course, it was about “Arthur" forcing himself on “James.”
Upon Mikey arriving home later that afternoon, Gerard decided to become more dominant and assertive towards him during their intimacy: teasing and prolonged foreplay, telling him what to do. This behavior surprised Mikey, but excited him very much, as well. However, he asked for them to stop, and he witnessed his domineering lover switch back to his sweet, attentive self.
Bringing up Mikey’s old ravishment fantasy again, the two men made a concrete plan of how and when to carry it out. It would happen on a Friday afternoon, as Mikey came home from work. Obviously, the assault would not be real. Yes, Mikey could vocally and physically resist as much as he wanted, followed by Gerard getting more aggressive, but it would all be pretend.
Mikey enters a darkened house. Looking around, he removes and sets his shoes aside, shuts and locks the door. But before reaching the lamplight, he lets out a startled gasp upon seeing Gerard leaning against the wall in the corner, arms crossed--his black hair and jacket camouflaging himself in the shadows, his pale skin and light shade of clothes blending in with the room’s color.
"My, you're home earlier than expected," said Gerard with a grin.
"What are you doing here?" Mikey asked. "How did you get in?"
"Found the extra key under the mat," Gerard shrugged, stepping forward.
Mikey took a step back as his older brother got closer. "Why are you here?"
"Oh, what? Can't a guy like me wait for his baby brother to get home? Spend quality time together?" Gerard gets into Mikey’s personal space, making the younger man shrink beneath his dimming gaze. "Don't act like you don't want me here--like you don't want it."
"'It?'"
Gerard continued to walk forwards, making Mikey go backwards, getting backed up by the wall on the other side of the room. "You know--I've noticed how you always look at me. How much you secretly want me."
Mikey quickly shook his head. "Y-you're wrong! I've never felt that way about you.” Then there was a large hand on his throat, his head slamming against the wall, and an exhale escaping his lips.
Gerard looked into his hooded eyelids, any humor from before now erased from his expression. "You're the one who's lying."
Shoving Gerard away, Mikey quickly steps to the side, making a run for the front door. But Gerard wraps his arms around the younger man's waist, tackling themselves to the carpet floor. Flipping him onto his back, the elder straddles him. Mikey flails his arms, lightly shoving at the former's face.
"Get...off!" Mikey grunts.
"With pleasure," Gerard huffs with a grin. He makes an effort to undo the button and zipper of Mikey's pants.
"Hey, no!”
Mikey leaps up, only for Gerard to grab him by the shoulders, pinning him against the ground. "I've got a switchblade," he spoke firmly, pulling said knife from his back pocket, the blade springing out at the push of the button. It was held an inch away from Mikey’s chin. "Continue to struggle or cry for help, and I'll use it."
His blue eyes staring at the blade, Mikey stayed still as Gerard's other hand undid the top buttons of his dress shirt. He managed to slip in and fondle his bare chest. Mikey visibly trembled as his eyes and mouth shut tight.
"Please, stop," he hissed.
"But why?" Gerard asked, almost mockingly. "I thought you loved me."
Mikey turned to press the side of his face on the carpet. "No. Not...like that!" The next thing he felt was a tongue briefly licking his chest, making his whole self jolt.
Putting the switchblade aside, Gerard resumed with Mikey's pants, pulling them off.
"No, stop!" Mikey brought his arms up again, only for Gerard to grab ahold of his wrists and slammed them above his head on the floor.
"Hands where I can see 'em," Gerard growled, his face a mere inch from Mikey's. Gerard undid and pulled his own pants down to his knees with his right hand, squeezing Mikey's wrists with the left. He glanced down. "Ohh, good: you're so hard for me already."
He lifted Mikey’s calves onto his shoulders, and slithered two fingers in his own mouth. Mikey shook his head as though realizing the intentions.
"No, no!"
"Shh..." He slowly inserted one finger within Mikey, earning a hiss through clenched teeth from the younger man. "Gotta open up for me, baby."
"Ah!” Mikey winced, getting redder and sweatier, tears prickling. “I'm not...your 'baby!'" His fingertips began scraping at the carpet.
Gerard inserted the other, stretching and pumping them inside. "Be a good boy, and shut your fucking mouth." He laughed cruelly; after a while, he exited from the anus and grabbed Mikey's thigh. "After all..." Here, he began to insert his erect penis - applied with lubricant prior - making the younger man yelp. "...what would the neighbors say, if they found out you fucked…” His hips began to jerk with the next syllables, “…your own, big brother?" He had a firm grip on Mikey’s wrist and leg, who seemingly gave up.
"Unh!" Mikey grunted out. "That hurts!"
"It's supposed to. Now, didn't I tell you to shut up?"
"It hurts!"
He emphasized with each new thrust, "I - don't - care!"
Gerard kept in mind that, no matter what Mikey was saying, he truly did not want him to stop unless he uttered their safe word.
Sooner or later, Mikey himself knew he would have to drop the act of the unwilling victim; he began moving his hips in time to his partner’s thrusts. Ever the quiet one, he pressed the back of a free hand over his mouth to suppress a series of sharp gasps that were turning into pleasured moans: "Mmmph. Mmph, mmm, mm..."
"See?” Gerard played along. “You're liking it." He leaned down, thrusting still, the heels of Mikey's feet resting on his back, to roam his fingertips through Mikey's chest. "And you're being such a good boy for me--being so quiet.” He could feel his knees gaining friction from the abrasive surface; but he did not mind, since he was becoming more aroused from Mikey acting so helpless, like he had no choice but to take it in. “Because if you ever tell anyone about this... you'll be known as nothing but a come dumpster for your own brother."
Mikey's muffled moans got louder, began gyrating his upper body against Gerard. His exposed skin was, too, gaining a burning sensation from rubbing on the carpet; rather than bothering him, it only further added to his sexual fervor, being handled so roughly.
"Nothing but a bunch of holes for me to put into. Ah." Gerard dug his fingernails into his chest. His words spiraled into huffs and groans, as he lost himself in Mikey's body. "Mm. Nngh... nothing, but a tight hole for me to..." And his eyes squeezed shut, exclaimed in one breath, “Fuck!”
His hand flying away from his lips, Mikey cried out, as the hot, thick fluid was released inside. Then he felt his throat getting gripped. His eyes opened wide and he brought his hands up to Gerard's forearm, as though he were about to be strangled to death. Gerard pressed his windpipe with his big fingers.
"What did I say?" Gerard scolded, albeit his voice shaking under the throes of sheer ecstasy. "No noise from you," he made a move to stroke Mikey's hard, leaking member, while simultaneously pushing in his spent – yet, still hardened – phallic member. "Not even when you come!"
The oncoming orgasm reached Mikey, helped by both of Gerard's hands and phallus. Ejaculation landed on each of their clothes. He tightened his lips with a suppressed cry; as if Gerard’s tight grab at his throat kept the sound from escaping.
With Gerard letting go of and exiting from him, Mikey laid sprawled in a daze, the only sound his ears picked up being his own whimper and heavy panting. He sensed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and a whispered, "I'll be right back, sweetie."
What he heard next was Gerard's jeans shuffling and zipping back up, and stepping into the nearby bathroom to turn on the faucet; sounds of hands scrubbing together, splashing on skin. Afterward, he was in kitchen, opening and closing the freezer door.
Returning to his partner, Gerard kneeled down and reached out to part away the damp strands of light brown hair from Mikey’s forehead. Opening his eyes, Mikey saw his lover’s face: any trace of mischief and mockery now replaced with calmness and concern.
"Give me your wrist," Gerard said softly, which Mikey did. Gerard gave this marked wrist a steady, tender kiss before placing and holding an ice pack on it. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Uhm...” Mikey hesitated, blinking and staring at the ceiling. "I... hold on, let me process things for a minute." Gerard's eyelids snapped open; the fact that an immediate Yes was not the response was worrisome. He rubbed his free hand over his face, nodding and breathing out, “Yeah, I'm... I'm fine."
Gerard took his other wrist to cool down, massage with his thumb. "Was there something you didn't like?"
"No, I did like it," he reassured. "It's just... you scared me a little." Gerard listened as he brought out a warm, wet cloth to wipe away the fluids from Mikey’s shirt and body. "The way you looked at me earlier--your eyes went so dark, they looked almost black. I know, we've dabbled in sub/dom things before, but to this extent--it was almost like I didn't recognize you anymore."
After a pause of silence, Gerard asked while helping himself with a second towel, "Anything else?"
Mikey briefly bit his lip before admitting, "It did hurt, at first."
"Ohh, Mike," he groaned sadly. Folding up the dirty towels and setting them next to the tossed switchblade, he removed his jacket and placed it over Mikey like a blanket. He laid down beside him, enfolding him in a hug. Mikey returned the gesture while the ice pack was pressed behind his head, his face caressed and drying tears wiped. "If you were so uncomfortable, you should've used the safe word."
"It almost crossed my mind." Gerard began to shower his cheeks and forehead with warm kisses. "But as soon as it started to feel good – thanks to the lube – I got into it.”
“What about rug burn?” Gerard rubbed the warm spot on Mikey’s lower back.
“Oh, it was worth it!” Mikey reassured, making the two laugh. “It added to the experience, getting taken so roughly. I think what we should really worry about is cleaning up the carpet. Luckily, it’s not like we have any guests coming over very soon. The things you said—even if they were the complete opposite of praise, it still worked, somehow.”
“Thanks to the ‘good boy’ I tossed in there,” Gerard nodded.
“I did say that you being so dominant was a little scary, but it was also very sexy."
“Yeah, that was fun,” Gerard chuckled. “And I did enjoy seeing you all writhing and submissive under me.”
“And I love seeing this side of you,” Mikey added, putting a palm on Gerard’s cheek, gazing into his hazel eyes. “The G that I know.”
“Are you willing to do this again?”
“Hmm,” Mikey considered for a few seconds. Meanwhile, Gerard lowered his head to kiss Mikey’s neck, massage his chest where his fingernails had dug in. “Probably not. Sure, it was worth getting to explore my own fantasy… but also a bit unsettling.”
“Sorry for scaring you.” He moved back up to eye Mikey, stroke his fingers through his hair. “Hey, you’re okay.” A kiss on the lips. “It’s me.”