Playing with power //// Frerard

Destroya

Gerard looked up when Mikey entered the dining room, a smug glint in his eyes and his hair damp from the shower he had just taken. Gerard, Ray and Bob had already started eating, but the chef was quick to bring out Mikey's meal for him as he sat down opposite his brother.

"Erm... Should I place the young man's food in the oven to keep warm?" The chef asked timidly, Mikey shaking his head and dismissing him with a wave of his hand.

"Frank won't be eating tonight." He said casually, the chef giving a small nod of his head before he scuttled out of the dining room without another word. The men were all silent as they watched Mikey tuck into his food, trying the potatoes before grabbing the pepper from the centre of the table.

"So..." Gerard started, pushing his potatoes around his plate with his fork, drawing a line in the gravy. "How'd it go?" He kept his voice carefully monotoned; Bob and Ray keeping their heads down as they ate and acted as if they weren't even listening.

"Mm? It went well. I doubt he'll be causing you anymore trouble." Mikey smirked, putting the pepper grinder down after dowsing his dinner in the seasoning before going back to shovelling the food into his mouth. Gerard grimaced slightly and sighed, realising Mikey wasn't going to elaborate any further.

"I heard him screaming." Gerard said casually, abandoning his potatoes to cut up his chicken though he didn't eat any. "Were you very hard on him?"

"You could say that." Mikey shrugged, seizing his glass of water and taking a gulp. "Isn't that what you wanted?" He chuckled, digging into his food again. Bob and Ray glanced worriedly over at Gerard but if the older man was angry at Mikey then he made no sign of it.

"As long as it did the job." He shrugged after a moment of thought, Mikey laughing softly and shaking his head.

"Don't worry about that." He smirked, spearing some chicken onto his fork. "At least I didn't kill him." He pointed out silkily, Gerard blushing at the accusatory edge to Mikey's otherwise playful voice. It was true Gerard had been so angry earlier he had seriously considering just getting rid of Frank completely, but now he had calmed down he deeply regretted even thinking such a thing.

"So is he still in the basement?" He asked quietly, Mikey slamming down his cutlery with a roll of his eyes.

"Jesus Gerard, yes he's still in the basement. What, did you want me to carry him up to bed and tuck him in for the night?" He demanded in a baby voice, Gerard's cheeks flushing. "You're too fucking soft on him."

"Hey!" Gerard snapped, bristling. "Don't start that again; I was only asking." He scoffed, going back to his food though he mostly just pushed it around the plate, taking a few mouthfuls whenever Mikey gazed at him but he was unable to summon up his appetite.

Mikey rolled his eyes and focused on scoffing down his own dinner, the room falling silent as Bob and Ray just kept their mouths shut. The two men had learnt years ago to just stay silent when there was tension between the brothers, they acted as if they didn't even know anything was going on and simply ate their food without so much as glancing up from their plates.

Gerard sighed and stared down at his food, finally decided he just couldn't force any more down and he pushed his plate away. The three men looked up when he scraped his chair back, Mikey frowning suspiciously.

"Where are you going?" He demanded, picking up his glass of water again and taking a sip as Gerard shoved his chair under the table.

"I'm not hungry." He said simply, walking around the table and making his way towards the door that led out to the hallway. Mikey watched him with a narrow stare.