Title: Pearl (2/5)
Author: ak47_heaven
Rating: NC-17, for sexual occurances and violence
Pairing: Zacky/Brian, Zacky/Frank, Frank/Gerard
POV: 3rd person
Summary: I want something that you can't give me...that--when I want it--I'll have to take by force..."
Discaimer: This story contains themes and/or situations that may not be suitable for minors (ie: sexual nature, language, violence, and gore). Reader discretion is advised. I do not own any of the characters seeing as they are real people. Not true. Don't sue, i'm poor.
Author's Note: please comment, thanks.

Chapter 1



Zacky froze, confused. Gerard laughed heartily an moved back across the desk to sit in his chair.

"That doesn't make any sense," Zacky protested when he finally found his voice. "What are you, some kind of sick bastard?"

Gerard held up a bony finger and shook it back and forth in front of Zacky's face, saying, "Ah, ah, ah. Such nasty language for such a gorgeous boy. What would your mother say?"

Zacky stood then, knocking his chair backwards. "You don't know shit about my family."

Gerard sat back in his chair, seeming to think for a moment, and finally spoke. "Oh, but I do. Sit down Zachary. Go on, sit." Zacky did as he was told. "We've been watching you for a long time now. We know where you live, what your childhood dog's name was, and," Gerard shuffled through some papers on the corner of his desk, "what color boxer briefs your hunky little boyfriend wore on Tuesday of last week."

Zacky leaned forward and fixed Gerard with his most dangerous stare. "Don't you dare hurt Brian. I'll kill you...I'll...I'll fuck you up so bad."

Gerard remained unfazed, tapping his fingers on the chipping wood of his desk. "I'll make you a deal then," he said standing and walking across the desk. "You stay here, work for me, loyally," he leaned against the edge of the desk and cupped the side of Zacky's face, "and give me what I want when I want it...and Mr. Haner will live to see the light of day."

Zacky sprang from his chair at those last words, grabbing Gerard by the front of his button-down shirt. "Where is he? What have you done?!"

Just then, the door swung open and Matt charged in, grabbing Zacky around the waist and pulling him away from Gerard, who straightened his shirt and put his hands in his pockets.

"I'll kill you! I'll fuckin' murder you!" Zacked yelled from the hallway. He was red-faced angry, fists balled at his sides when Matt finally put him down and pulled him by his forearm. After a few panicky breaths, Zacky finally realized that he was going down a different corridor than he had been brought. He glanced around at the dimmer lights and grimey floors.

They ultimately stopped outside a bolt-locked door, and Zacky could hear voices inside. Matt fumbled with the keys before cursing and turning to Zacky.

"I can't do this with one hand. If I let you go for a sec, do you promise you won't run off?"

Zacky nodded and stood against the wall wearily, half curious about the other voices and half tempted to run. Matt unlocked the door quickly and regained his hold on Zacky, but they didn't go in. Matt looked around to make sure they weren't being watched and spoke in a low voice. "Gerard's a cruel dude. He...he knows what he wants, and he'll get it however he can. Dont underestimate him. He'll take everything you own, ball it up and crush it under the heel of his shoe, and he won't stop for anything." Matt shook his head and looked into Zacky's eyes. "And right now, you're all he wants."

He then led Zacky through the door, and the voices on the other side hushed and all eyes watched him move. Matt took him to the far right corner, the darkest corner of the room, and let go, pausing for a moment as if to say something, but thought better off it and left. Zacky stood there for a while, not sure what to do until a tiny voice came drifting through the silence.

"You sleep here," said the voice, and Zacky turned in its general direction looking for the mouth that it came from. A tiny little man with long bangs and glinting eyes looked up. He pointed to the bunk beneath his that had starched sheets and a fluffy pillow. Zacky looked around, and all the other inhabitants were still looking at him in interest. He turned back towards his bunk and sat down hesitantly.

"I'm Zacky," he said, leaning back so he could see the other guy.

Two hazel-green eyes dropped down to look at him and blinked slowly. "I'm Frank," said the guy. He gestured to the other men in the room and spoke quietly, "Fresh meat gets all the attention," he paused, "especially when its name is Zachary Baker."

Zacky's brow furrowed. "Why's it matter what my name is? And why does everybody keep acting like I'm all important and shit?"

Frank leaned down and studied Zacky's face. "Because you have what none of us do." He pointed to Zacky's chest. "You'll bring us all back to life."

Zacky looked around at all the watching faces; all of young men like him with shiny eyes, looking hopeful.

"We've been waiting for you," Frank said.

You've got to be shitting me.