The moment Patrick see those brown eyes again, he swears that he feels chills coming up his spine.

Pete's back and Patrick's feeling increasingly uncomfortable around him with each moment that passes.

Pete drags his fingers across Patrick's ass, he's paler today than he was last week, and Patrick wonder why that is, but doesn't question it too harshly. Pete also feels colder, his fingers just a little warmer than ice cubes.

"Sir?" Patrick asks quietly, his head in the bed with his legs spread and his wrists together behind his back. Just the same position as Pete had him when he first came and in the same outfit.

"What is it?" Pete replies, slowly pulling off the Velcro of the skirt and letting it fall to the floor.

"Why did you leave last time?"

Pete doesn't reply at first, only rubs Patrick's entrance through the lace panties, feeling it tighten beneath his fingers and slowly begin to relax.

"That's none of your business," Pete replies, then pulls down the panties as well, "Do you have handcuffs?"

Patrick nods, "In the box on the chair, Sir. You can use anything you'd like from there. They've all been cleaned since the last use."

Patrick feels Pete leave his side and begin to search the box, clinking of chains rattling and eventually it goes silent.

It's not long before he feels a lubed up tip pressing against his entrance. He relaxes as well as he can as Pete eases it up his ass. Patrick's eyes shut and his mouth opens as he tries to cope with the pain, squeezing the blankets.

Pete doesn't say anything, just bottoms out and slaps his ass before turning it on and adding a cockring. Patrick's pulling at the blankets and taking deep breaths and trying to just get through it. His ass hurts, his eyes are tearing, and he's trying not to cry out as Pete ties a blindfold over his eyes.

"Where's Gerard?"

Patrick's eyes widen when Pete drags him up from the bed and pins him against the wall roughly.

"Gerard, Sir?" Patrick breathes, looking straight into Pete's eyes with fear.

"Yes, Gerard," The boy replies, "The Angel, Gerard. Black hair. White wings. You know who I'm talking about."

Patrick shrinks back, eyes searching Pete's for something. Clarification. Anger. Anything to explain how he knows Gerard and why he needs him.

"I-I don't know a Gerard..." Patrick replies in fear. Play the dumb card. Pete can't have proof that he knows the man, they never go out in public, only during the night. And why did Pete say he had white wings?

Pete tugs off his belt harshly and folds it in half before stepping away, "Stay right there."

"Sir...?"

"Stay the fuck right there," Pete snaps. Patrick immediately complies, shaking the slightest as he stays against the wall. Gerard, Gerard, Gerard. Why Gerard? What does Pete know?

"I'm gonna ask again, Soul Punk," Pete hisses, holding the belt back, ready to hit, "Where's Gerard?"

"Why do you need to know?" Patrick replies, squeezing the handcuffs behind his back and trying desperately to unlock them.

The belt hits his stomach and he suppresses the need to double over, instead just squeezing his eyes shut and clutching the cuffs.

"Because him and I need to talk," The man replies, "Now. Where is Gerard?"

"I don't know," Patrick replies, gritting his teeth and preparing himself for another strike. Pete comes forward and pulls Patrick away from the wall, throwing him to the bed and unlocking the cuffs.

Patrick feels Pete's breaths at his ear, his hand on the back of his neck and another on his lower waist, "If I don't have my answer by next week, you'll be dead. You tell anyone about this, and you'll be dead. Is that understood?"

Patrick nods slightly and feels at Pete pulls off of him, "Whore."

The door shuts but the stripper doesn't move from the bed, just stares at the wall processing what just happened.

***

"Gerard?" Patrick calls, shutting the front door gently. He's had a pounding headache ever since Kevin came for a private session.

The blond hears footsteps in the kitchen and slowly makes his way upstairs to see Gerard at the top of the stairs sporting a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.

"You okay?" He asks, taking Patrick's hand and helping him up the rest of the stairs.

"Advil," Patrick grunts, "I need Advil."

"Right," Gerard replies, he quickly heads to the bathroom and grabs a couple pills and water, returning to Patrick not long after and pressing the painkiller and water into his hands. The raven man watches as he downs it quickly and hands the glass back gently, "You okay?"

Patrick whimpers the slightest, but replies after a moment, "Weird day," he begins massaging his scalp, "There was a... uh... guy there."

Patrick feels as Gerard replaces his fingers in his scalp with his own and Patrick's fall to hang limp at his sides.

"Go on," Gerard hums.

"Uh," Patrick's a little distracted by Gerard's fingers in his hair and how good he actually is at massaging, "He was asking for you."

"What do you mean?" Gerard replied, frowning as he looks down at Patrick.

"I mean he was asking where you were. He wanted to know, and I asked why, but he didn't reply," Patrick snaps, tugging away from Gerard's fingers, "His name was Pete."

"Pete as in Pete Wentz?" Gerard questions.

"I don't fucking know, all I know is he wanted you and he was violent about it, okay?" Patrick shouts, jerking away and heading to his room.

"Violent? What the hell did he do?"

"It doesn't fucking matter!" Patrick barks, turning back to Gerard, "Who the hell was he? That's all I care about. Who was he?"

Gerard opens his mouth, but shuts it not long after, "It doesn't... matter..."

"Yes it fucking does, he fucking beat me with a belt!" Patrick yells.

Gerard steps back a little and after a moment, he sighs in defeat, "I really can't tell you. But I can promise Pete won't hurt you. I'll talk to him and get things figured out. Do you know if he's coming back?"

"Next Tuesday. You better fucking be there." Patrick glares, "I don't want it to happen again, and I want you to stop keeping secrets from me."

Gerard nods, "I promise I'll tell you soon."

Patrick shakes his head, "Whatever. I'm heading to bed. Talk to you in the morning."

Gerard gives him a sad smile.

"Okay."