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What To Do With The Dead Part 3

What To Do With The Dead
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mikey/Gerard: Mikey/Ian
Notes: It's very AU and will have crossovers
Warnings: ...nothing really this time
POV: Mikey
Fandoms: MCR/Lostprophets
Dedications: antontobias86 imyournobody Emo!Tom courtesy of w0rds0fl0ve and khitlerbitch
Disclaimer: not mine/not real etc
Notes 2: This was gonna be different (it was gonna be how part 4 will be) but it turned longer so..


I knew it would only be a matter of time before someone came looking for my big brother. A week after I'd killed him, two days after I was finished with his body, someone came. When I heard the doorbell my first thought was abject terror. My mind had jumped to the conclusion that the police had somehow found I'd killed, raped, defiled and otherwise used the body of my brother to decorate his room and fill my belly. I shook my head after a few seconds, realising that was, of course, ridiculous.

I headed to the doorway and took a deep breath to calm my still-racing heart, then opened the door. There stood a vision with brown eyes and black, slightly highlighted hair. I knew him instantly. He was the only of Gerard's friends that even bothered with me. Ian Watkins. He was Welsh and played drums, but could also sing. While Gerard was trying to set up his band, he'd ended up meeting Ian.

"Hey Mikey." A smile crossed his lips at the sight of me. Thankfully I'd decided to dress today, but only in a pair of jeans and a tight black tee, unlike the past week where I'd been naked and bloody. He was wearing his pure white jacket that he always wore and a pair of black, loosely-fitting jeans. He looked, pretty much, like he always did. "Is Gee home?"

I gave him a slight smile, before replying. "Hey Ian, he's not in right now, I dunno where he is."

"Oh..." He looked kind of sad at my words, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Any idea when he'll be back?" I shook my head slowly, part of me wanting him to leave, yet another part wanted him to stay and I wasn't entirely sure why. "Hey, Mikey, would it up alright if we could... well, hang out for awhile?" My heart was once again racing. If I said no he'd probably never return. If I said yes... I'd probably end up revelling in his body. After about five seconds consideration I gave him my answer.

"Sure, come on in." I stepped aside, allowing him entry into the house. He gave me another of his smiles and entered before I closed and locked the door behind him.

"Thanks Mikey." He strode straight into the living room, settling onto the couch as soon as he arrived. Thankfully I'd cleaned the room of blood yesterday, just in case anyone did show up. He patted the space beside him, where I joined him. "So... what's been happening?"

I shrugged slightly. "Nothing really, with Gee gone it's been pretty quiet, so I've been able to do some of my art."

The smile lit up his face again and he patted my shoulder. "Really? That's great! You'll have to show me." I smirked knowingly and nodded, but he seemed oblivious. "How long's he been gone?"

"Not long, a few days. Probably off looking for new potentials for the band."

"Or a fuck." He laughed and shook his head. "I wouldn't put it past him." I smiled and nodded, not really listening but instead scanning his body, my eyes falling on his hips. His jeans had done what they were prone to do: slide down slightly, thusly revealing his hips and the pair of gun tattoos that graced them. I knew he had other's on his arms, but it was the guns I liked best. They both pointed down, towards his crotch. Maybe that's what I liked about them. I was only broken out of my trance by his words. "How about you Mikey? You ok?"

"Me? Oh, I'm great." I purred softly, meaning every word.

"Been laid recently?"

I nodded, licking my lips in memory. "Just a few days ago... he was a great fuck."

His eyes widened at my words and too late I realised I'd said he. "Wow... you do cock to? That's great Mikey!" His usual smile had turned into a broad grin and he scooted slightly closer to me, our legs touching.

I breathed a sigh of relief, then his words registered. "I never knew you..."

"Liked dick? Not many people do. I mean, I'd never tell Gerard I'm gay, he'd flip. I kinda figured you'd be the same so I kept my mouth shut." He placed one hand on my knee, squeezing lightly. "I'm glad I was wrong." As quickly as the hand was there it was gone. "So, was he good?"

I nodded slowly, purring softly. "Very. so tight, in all the right ways. He actually was the inspiration for my art." Not only that, he was my art, I thought to myself, a dark smile crossing my lips. Apparently he was still oblivious.

"Can I see it?"

A smirk replaced my smile and I nodded. "Sure, of course." I stood up slowly, taking his hand in mine and pulling him up. "I set it up in Gee's room. Figured someone should use the space." He laughed and nodded as I lead him upstairs. "It's taken me the better part of the week to do, so..."

"What kind of art is it Mikey? Paintings, sculptures, drawings?"

I ran a tongue over my lower lip in thought. "It's more like... an exhibit." I mused on the word for a fe seconds, then nodded slowly. "Yes that's exactly what it is... it's an exhibit." By now we were outside the door to Gerard's room and I gave his hand a quick squeeze. "Now, close your eyes... I want you to see it all at once." He closed his eyes without questioning as I turned the doorknob, pushing it slowly. I peeked inside at my handiwork, the pulled Ian inside. "Now, don't open them until I tell you."

"Ok Mikey, whatever you say... sure smells strange in here you know."

"Yeah, I know." I pushed the door closed with the back of my foot, letting go of his hand to lock the door. He'd never be walking out of this room. I smiled to myself then returned to his side, retaking his hand in mine. "Ok, you can open your eyes now."

Slowly, his eyes opened and he was able to take in the sights of my arts. His eyes started to look around the room and I awaited his reaction. I wanted to know what he thought of my art before I tore him part.
Tags: fic, gerard way, gerard way/mikey way, ian watkins, ian watkins/mikey way, lostprophets, mikey way, my chemical romance, slash
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