As The Vermin Crawls
Rating: NC-17, Dead Dove
Fandom: MCR
Ships: Gerard/Bugs
Warnings: Gerard being filthy and disgusting. Bug sex. Grossness.
Gerard was in their home studio with Ray when the thought struck them. They'd been bouncing ideas off each other, Gerard spilling out fragments of lyrics and Ray coming up with riffs, when it happened- a fly landed on Ray's guitar, and sat there, fat and tempting, before flying off when Ray strummed out a couple chords.
Gerard couldn't stop thinking about it the whole time Ray was there. His lyrics kept veering into filth and his eyes seemed drawn to the black speck buzzing around the room.
It was nauseating how badly he needed it all of a sudden.
When Ray left, and thank god it was soon, Gerard knew what they had to do.
He went into the kitchen. He'd been putting off throwing out some ham that was starting to smell funny, and now he was glad he hasn't tossed it just yet. Gerard put the ham on a plate and microwaved it for a few seconds, just to get the fridge chill out, then brought it down to the studio. They left it out on the computer table and closed the door behind them when they left. Just the fly and the ham, alone.
For the next couple days, Gerard couldn't keep the tingle of excitement out of the pit of their stomach- they were always checking into their studio where they'd left the ham, watching the maggots begin to grow and fester within the meat. It wouldn't be too long now.
Eventually, the time came- Lindsey had taken their daughter to go to a school friend's birthday party at the park, and the house would be empty for a few hours. Enough time for Gerard to do what they'd been craving since their jam session with Ray three days ago.
Gerard stood over the infested meat, licking their lips with anticipation. Their cock, hard in their sweatpants, twitched in excitement.
He pulled his sweatpants down- no boxers in the way underneath- and sat down in their rolling chair as they began to stroke, watching the maggots crawl. He needed this like he needed air, now or never. Gerard reached forward and picked up a maggot, just one. It was slimy all over, wholly disgusting as it squirmed between his fingers. They sucked in a deep breath and lowered it to the head of their cock.
They held the maggot to their entrance, biting their lip as it wiggled in search of warmth- and then found it. Gerard watched as the maggot, slowly but surely, entered his urethra. It felt foreign, but good. Gerard moaned out, stroking faster as the fat little larva burrowed itself into his cock. And then he reached forward to pick up another, this one a little more plump, and wasn’t quite so timid this time, forcing the maggot into himself. Their breath hitched at the sensation- it was inside him, squirming, wriggling around inside his cock. Fuck. Gerard let go of his cock and braced against the computer table with one hand. It was like electric shocks throughout his system, legs shaking. He needed more, craved the depravity.
They propped their legs up on the table and reached for another, and then another, shoving filthy maggots into their cock until they were overwhelming, the constant writhing of the swarm inside them. Gerard stopped then, leaning back in their chair and letting out small gasps at the sensation. It felt so good, so overstimulating, like nothing he’d ever felt before, building up and up and- Gerard came, his whole body wracked with pleasure and trembling as he rode out his orgasm, wave after wave of overwhelming stimulation, until it came to a complete and sudden end, though his dick still tingled.
Gerard laid, panting and sweaty and flushed and so deeply satisfied he could feel it in his fucking bones. After a moment they sat up and looked down at themself. On their shirt was a huge splotch of cum, some already soaked into the fabric and sticking to his belly, festering with maggots. Gerard smiled hazily at the larvae, and then slumped over again in the chair to catch their breath and recover from the most intense orgasm they’d ever had.