Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing(s): Waycest (Gerard/Mikey)
Warnings: A lot of swearing and implications of sex
Word Count: 457
I always think it was so hilariously ironic when people call me a 'sick motherfucker' after they find out what there is between Mikey and I. That's why I always feel the need to laugh and correct them, "I'm sorry, I think you mean brotherfucker."
Yes, that's right. My name is Gerard Way and I like to fuck my own brother.
It's not one sided of course, Mikey loves it too, and it always baffles me when people think it is just me. First off, by twenty-one years old I'm pretty sure he would be able to speak his mind if he didn't want this. And secondly, I'm incestuous, not a rapist. The two are not interchangeable adjectives.
Another thing that I just can't believe is how absolutely fucking clueless some people are about it! Mikey and I are touchy feely, more so than even "close brothers" should be, so I'm always surprised when someone finds out about our intimacy and hadn't already guessed. HELLO! I KISSED THE KID IN FRONT OF YOU YESTERDAY! What'd you think that was? Just a friendly gesture? There was tongue involved and I know you could see it.
Our mother for example. I was pretty sure she knew, seeing as Mikey would spend almost ever night sleeping in my bedroom instead of his own. Not to mention there were often cum stains on the sheets, and I never brought any boys home. Even if she dismissed those signs as, I don't know, avid masturbation or something of the sort, there was other things; I would kiss him on the cheek almost every time I saw him, or let him sit on my lap even if there was a free chair, or hold my hand as we watched a movie. Yet still she was shocked when she got home from work one day to find Mikey and I making out on the couch, my hand in his pants.
Luckily she was so in shock, all she managed to say was, "Really boys! In the living room!"
So we got up and moved to my bedroom.
Even after that I'm not sure she truly accepted the reality of it for a while. It was a month of awkwardness before she broke down and demanded to know when it started. A question that neither of us could rightly answer. None the less, the look on her face was fucking hilarious when we estimated at three years.
And mothers are supposed to know their children. Yeah right.
Like most people that knew about Mikey and I, our mother ensured us we were going to hell for being sick motherfuckers. To which I responded, "Haha, I'm sorry, I think you mean brotherfuckers."