AN: Ta-freanking-da, bitches! After a hectic birthday, Christmas, and New Year, coupled with college stress (AAHHHH), I have finally found the time to upload the latest chapter in the story! I hope you like this, despite the over-use of the ellipsis ;-;

Fanfic Cymraeg out. xoxo

Chapter 8 (Frank POV)

Who was it? I recognise the voice somewhere; I tried to think about where I heard it before, but all that happened was a horrible pain in my heart. She was bad news, and very bad news at that.

"I'm coming!" I called out to the mystery woman as I pulled on my boxers and jeans.

"So soon after our little episode?" Mikey purred playfully with a smirk.

"Hush, you" I recoiled, and then I opened the door slowly.

There she stood. Travel case in one hand, purple snakeskin clutch in the other. Clad in an all-black, almost-gothic coat, she had her hair pulled back in a wilted bun, and she was wearing the silliest, most innocent grin one could possibly imagine.

"J-Jamia?" I stammered, suddenly feeling exposed, but also extremely angry.
"Hey, Frankie-Boo!" she squealed, throwing her arms around me; or at least attempting to, because I shrugged her arms off me immediately and ushered her in with great impatience.
"What are you doing here?" I spat, the once-old hurt becoming fresh and new again.
"To start over, silly!" she chirped. Was she really that stupid?
"Don't you remember what happened between us? How much you hurt me?" I growled, causing her to sit down on the arm of the couch, shocked. "I loved you, Jamia. I was planning to propose to you, you know. But I ended up walking in on you and Laurie. How could you? Things have changed since you left, and believe it or not, they've changed for the better. So, if you want my advice… Leave. Go back to your rich bitch Laurie." My voice was dark and low; even Mikey looked a little threatened.
"She broke up with me, you cunt!" Jamia screeched back.
"Good… I take it she saw the poison in your heart, no?"

"Oh… Fuck you!" she said, and quick as a flash, she stormed out, leaving me trembling with frustration.

I slid down the wall and onto the floor; my legs sprawled out, my left hand clasping my hair tight. I wanted to explode, let out a primal scream from the anger I felt. I brought my knees close to my chest, and leaned my head onto them.

"Need to scream, huh?" Mikey said quietly, who from what I could gather was laying on the couch, and probably intimidated by me to boot.
"You know me, Mikes…" I sighed. I was so tired of the right people leaving and the wrong people showing up. For once… Could it be the other way around?

"Go for it" Mikey said. I could hear the soft encouragement in his voice, and I smiled, if only for a brief moment. "I've never seen you this angry before… Do what you have to."

I took a few deep breaths, and lifted up my head. "Are you sure, Mikey?"
"Absolutely" he said, reassuring me.

So, I did. I let out a primal, almost blood-curdling scream; well, it was more of a growl, really; my head was pounding, my lungs strained, and I let everything be released. Once I was finished, I curled up on the floor, tired and gasping for air.

"Oh, love…" I heard Mikey sigh, and when I looked up, he was sat beside me, cross-legged; he was intimidated still, but now he was more saddened.

"Mikey… I miss him so much…" I murmured, my hands still shaking a little.

"I miss him too, Frankie. More than you realise." He then pulled me into an embrace, my cheek on his breastbone. "Is it wrong to think that your screaming was a little hot?" he asked with a small giggle.
"And why would you think that, Mikes?" I asked back with a small smile.
"You and growling are almost as perfect as you with my brother."

"It was more of a growl, wasn't it?"
"Indeed…" he sighed lowly, his legs now shifting a little.
"No way… Did I just turn you on?" I said in disbelief, now sat beside him.

"Maybe…" he said, his face now flushing.

There was no way I wouldn't take advantage of this. I let out my frustration via primeval scream/growl/whatever, and Mikey gets turned on by it? This will be fun.

I gently pushed him onto his back and straddled him, and then I grabbed each of his wrists and pinned him down, smirking devilishly.

"What are y-you planning, Frankie…?" Mikey stammered. I could feel his member hardening underneath me, his breath catching in his lungs, deepening.
"You fucking nympho" I grinned, bucking my hips a little.
"I'm not a-"

And thus I interrupted him with a long, low growl, baring my teeth, staring deep into his eyes, and my mouth close to his just to make sure I could hear every little whimper escape him. I then trailed kisses down his cool, slim torso, my hands still assuring that he was unable to move or squirm. I could feel a slight breeze… Looks like I left the door open. But before I could shut it; I saw a pair of black Osiris trainers stood by the couch.

"Oh no, by all means, do carry on…"

Great timing, Bob.

AN: WELL WELL WELL. How is Bob going to react to Frank and Mikey's steamy BDSM affair? Will Frank ever find the courage to choose between Mikey and Gerard? And will Gerard ever see his beloved Frank again?

R&R, fanfic fans!

Thalia xx