Victims of Love

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Victims of Love - Partea 1 -
Title: Victims of Love

Author: me...duh.

Pairing: Mikey Way / Gerard Way

Rating: PG-13... I guess?

Summary: ...he controls me...

Disclaimer: True, true, true fake, fake, fake

Warnings: Swears, incest

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Sunday, January 23 2007. Easy snowflakes fall on the old window. The sun is hiding in the negru clouds. Mickey loves when the sun is hiding. Why? Because he knows from whom the sun is hiding.

“The sun is hiding from his lover: The sky. He tries to disappear but he can’t. He lives with the sky… he can’t miss the air, the clouds, and the tears that the sky is crying when he vanishes. He loves it, even if it kills his essence. But that’s love, I guess.”

Love… A hard word for Mickey; He never taste the true experience of true love. All his relationships failed miserably because of his desires. Mickey wants affection. A person that can bring him to life; a person that can heal his soul; a person who can truly say that he loves him… Well, there was a time when he actually felt true feelings. But not love. Those feelings were more… smutty feelings. Feeling that were still running in his head. But he couldn’t risk again. It was way too risky. Once he was caught. That was enough for Mickey. Still, not sufficient enough for Gerard to stop those spiteful feelings. It was just the beginning.

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“I need to hear your voice.”

“Why?”

“Because of…”

“…because of what?”

“Because I fucking need to hear your stupid voice.”

“And why is that, Mister Mickey?”

“Jesus, stop with these annoying psychic games… I really fuckin’ need you…”

“Look Mister Way, I don’t want any contact with you, because of the fact that…”

“We are brothers for God’s sake!”

“Brother who fuck each other? Hmm…”

“Stop it. You know very well what I…”

“The number you are trying to call is not available at this moment. Please try…”

“That fucking son of a bitch.”

Brothers… What an irony. We weren’t ever brothers at all. Brothers don’t touch each other. Brothers don’t take each others virginity. Brothers don’t do that kind of stuff. It’s wrong. Dangerous, horrible, nasty, incestuous… But it feels so good. It feels so damn good when you’re watch by others doing all those things. It feels so amazing when you’re called a monster. Huh… I guess I am a monster after all.

I mean… the first kiss, the first touch, the first mistake. That mistake ruined my so-called life. It ruined my sweet and fake perfect world that I was living in. It kind of bought me to reality. That was a second mistake. I shouldn’t ever believe in reality and real people. Why? Because they hurt you; falling from a false world to a real world is confusing. In the real world there are different kinds of people: Bad, stupid, phony… But the most freighting people are he good ones. They want to change you in a good one; like they are.

I don’t want to be good. I want to be a bad person. I want evilness in my veins. I want power. And I want him: my brother to know how much power I can have on him. How I can control him. But… he controls me…

Victims of Love - Partea a 2-a -

Mikey’s POV:

Sunday. Alone again in my big house, watching some old comedy shit. It’s always like this. Every fucking weekend. God… I’m getting bored of my own life. Well, that will probably end with me and another dude in my bedroom.

I can hear my mum saying those endless and stupid words:” Oh, Mikey, from such a good boy you’ve turned in such a despiteful and hideous human… But you’re still my son and I love you and…” bla, bla, bla, bla… When people are going to understand that I’m not a kid anymore and I can handle my own self hate and crazy little pervert mind? Never, I guess… There just going to say those infinite freaking words…

I want just a little thing: to see my brother’s pain. I want his beautiful suffering to reveal in my eyes. Is that so hard? Is it? I… don’t know.

I guess September brings me in a pathetic mode… Like, I suddenly become a sentimental poetical tragedy dude or how the hell I should call it. It’s a stupid feeling. Every time I see the cherry gold leaves falling from the trees I get a strange look. I always want someone with me to watch the leaves falling. Sadly, I don’t have someone right now. I want him: my big brother to hold me in his arm like he did before. Like when we were little kids and the world looked so innocent in our eyes. I want to see those green eyes contrasting with the cherry gold leaves… My God… I love those leaves so much. I need them to remind me that I’m alone. To make me sure that I fall again my own little misery.

I open the old window of my room. The freshly cold air sends mad shivers down my spine. It feels good. Ah, I love the morning air too. It wakes my brain up. My little soiled mind… I leave the windows open. With little and slow steps I make my way into the kitchen. I don’t really feel hungry, so I quickly leave into the salon. I take the remote and open the TV.

The same shit as always: crimes, rapes, violence, pornography and stupidity. I swear this shit destroys kids. It destroys their innocence. That God damn thing that makes them different from the big grown up bastards...

I think I’ll make a walk at the lake so I would clean my mind. Oh, and feed the ducks.

I promptly dress myself with a black t-shirt and some jeans, some breed for the little ducks aaaand I’m goooone, sister!

As I reach out the front door I enter in my car. But If I actually think well I’ll walk. It’s healthier. The streets are kind of filled in the morning. Full with people that are going to work, or to shopping or what so ever they want. But there are a lot of kids that are waiting the red colored bus who takes them to the school. Those sweet innocent kids… I miss my innocence. I was this little stupid kid, with big glasses and always wearing black skinny pants… And all disappeared. Like a beautiful dream. Lie. Huh… Maybe I’ll be innocent again someday. And there is someone who can definitely purify me. I guess I’m finally coming home

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The sun is hiding again… from his lover, the sky… And the fresh cold air becomes hot.

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Autumn. The leaves slowly fall on the broken road. The world is lying in a dead silence. No sound, but still noisy. The bright sun filed in grey shadows as well. Reality made its misery fall again on earth and kills the fake beautifulness. But it’s still gorgeous. This place is so beautiful fake. I’m finally home.

Nothing changed: the same doors; the same walls; the same evil atmosphere. The floor still has those little cracks that make weird noises. There’s no light. I guess they a burned or something like that. The glasses are full of dust. Well, actually everything is full of dust here … Absolutely everything; except the steers. This is weird.

And finally my room: Some old posters and pictures cover my empty walls. Ha, ha! The bed is exactly as I left it: with shivering sheets and straight pillows. What a stupid irony… I won’t look further. I bet there are bugs. Eek, bugs give me headaches. And make me feel retarded.

My parent’s room; I hate it so much. Lots of things happened here. This room hides dirty secrets; Secrets that fucked my life.

My brother’s room… It sends shivers down my spine. But good shivers. The ones that usually remind you of a good memory: A beautiful one. The smell, the floor, the touch… every thing is so pure and dirty at the same time. You just have to love it. The touches... The mistakes… You have to feel and love them… And…

“Mikey?”

… Gerard?

“What… What the hell?”

“I would ask you the same thing, my dear so-called brother.”

“Stop it, Gerard.”

“Why? Why are you always telling me to stop? I thought you like it when I’m very slow…”

“Huh, so I’m the dirty minded here? Hypocrite and....”

I was interrupted by my brother’s lips on mine. It feels good. It feels the same as many years ago. And oh, boy, do I miss those years…

“Shhh… don’t speak my little boy. Your words don’t convince me. Let your little lies there… close your eyes, open your mouth and enjoy this…”

His lips touch my mouth slowly enough to make me insane. He knows it. I put my trembling hands on his big and strong back. He puts his hand on my… ass. That God damn pervert;

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I slowly fall on the bed. He starts kissing my neck and tickles my body. We are kissing, rolling, laughing and finally, loving each other.

- The End. ^_^