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Frank was standing in a dark alley waiting for his next customer with Gerard, his best friend. After thirty minutes, their customer arrives. Little did he know, he was going to die today. The man approaches Frank with the money in his hand. Suddenly, Gerard comes out from behind a dumpster and stabs the man brutally. Once the man was confirmed dead by Frank, Gerard caresses the dead body and pulls out a wallet. The wallet had been carrying two hundred fifty dollars, just enough for Frank's new realistic sex doll. “Yes, finally,” Frank says, barely audibly. “Finally what?” queries Gerard. “Oh… It’s nothing,” says Frank dismissively. “Okay, whatever you say,” Gerard answers, a little bit confused.

As they walk home, Frank sees the sex toy shop and sneaks off without Gerard noticing. Gerard arrives at home and notices Frank is gone. In a panic, Gerard texts Frank multiple times and even calls him, but he got no answer.

Frank arrives at the sex toy shop with his two hundred fifty dollars he got from the dead man. Of course, Frank bought the realistic one, that is the one he had been wanting for a while now.
Frank walks home carefully in hopes that no one would see him. Thankfully, nobody did. After a good 20 minutes, Frank gets home.

“What's in the bag, Frank?” Gerard asks. “Oh...It's just that dead guy from the alley, I’m gonna search him for money,” Frank lies. Excitedly, Frank goes into his room, not thinking to lock the door, and tries out the sex doll.

Gerard goes up the stairs, he was going to show Frank his new meat grinder. He opens the door to see his best friend, Frank, fucking a sex doll. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Gerard screams. “Uhm....a friend of mine gave this to me as a joke, I promise!” Frank says with desperation. “ l don’t fucking think so, Frank!” yells Gerard. He pulls out the meat grinder and grabs Frank by the arm. Frank moans in lust from the rough movement.

Gerard shoves Frank's arm in the meat grinder very carefully, taking advantage of the fact that Frank doesn't resist it. Gerard grinds just the right amount to get a sausage, then pulls out Frank's arm and lets the blood drip in his mouth. Frank moans in pleasure as he watches Gerard lick the blood off of his arm.

“Oh shit, what have I done? I need to take you to the hospital,” Gerard panics. He quickly takes the fursuit body off of Frank to reveal his normal clothes underneath and rushes out the door with Frank. All throughout the house, a trail of blood followed their footsteps.

The two boys soon arrived at the hospital covered in blood. A doctor got to Frank immediately, and Frank was taken off to a room.

About an hour later, Frank comes back from the room with bandages covering his hand and arm. “I'm so glad you're okay!” exclaimed Gerard. “Well if it weren’t for you, I wouldn't be here,” replied Frank saltily. “Admit it, you enjoyed it, didn't you?” Gerard smirks suggestively. "What, no! Okay, I mean... I may have enjoyed it a little.” Frank admits shyly. After a while, Gerard and Frank leave the hospital, and head to their house.

As soon as they get home, Gerard heads upstairs to the meat grinder to collect Frank's meat. Frank is so exhausted, he passes out on the couch. Gerard quickly runs downstairs to put Frank's meat in the locked compartment of the freezer to keep it fresh.

By the time Frank wakes up, it is time for dinner, and Gerard has really cooked something special tonight. “This is really good,” says Mikey. “What is it?” Nervously, Gerard says, “Uh, I'm not sure, do YOU know, Frank?” “I don't know, do YOU know, Gerard?” Frank asks sarcastically.

Mikey eventually goes home, full of the Frank sausage. The sausage made of Frank's meat was a big hit with Mikey, so Gerard decided to research how to clone someone and decides clone Frank. Gerard starts the process and Frank begins to get very tired.

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As Frank passes out, Gerard picks him up bridal style and puts him to bed. He will need a long time to recover from this. The sleeping boy looks so peaceful, Gerard can't help but smile at this. Suddenly, he presses his own lips to Frank's. He leaves the room in embarrassment. While Frank is sleeping, he tests the clones. He shoves clones into the meat grinder one by one, making large amounts of minced meat. He cooks some of it and calls Mikey over. 

When Mikey arrives, he is stunned by what he sees. “Did you kill Frank?” his brother asks angrily. “No! Mikey, this is not what it seems!”

As Gerard tries to explain, Mikey looks at him in disgust and disbelief. “Am I supposed to believe you?!” says Mikey while putting his jacket on. “Mikey please don't leave. You can see for yourself that Frank is alive,” says Gerard while leading his younger brother into the room. Frank is still peacefully sleeping and Gerard can’t help but get aroused at the sight. “Do you believe me now?”

“Okay I do. But can I still try that sausage?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” the older one replied with a smirk. As he served sausage to the younger brother, Frank came down the stairs. “What happened and how did I end up in bed?” he curiously asks. "Frankie, I cloned you,” the black haired boy replied with an emotionless expression. “What?! With that untested drug? Are you insane?! I could have died!” he says with tears in his eyes. “But look, now we have unlimited sausage. Is it any good, Mikey?”

Mikey just nods with his mouth still full of meat. “And what do we do with it?” Frank asks, still skeptical about it. “Well since it's apparently good, we can make some money out of it,” said Gerard, smirking. "Also, I want to make it up to you for grinding up your hand and throwing your sex doll out.”

“What is it!?” Frank cuts him off. “You will see tomorrow, Frankie,” answered the older one suggestively.

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After (Y/N) had cleaned herself up, she realized that she didn’t have any clothes or underwear. She left the bathroom fully naked and went downstairs. There, she found the boys sitting at the table laughing loudly. “Oh hey there, (Y/N,)” said the taller boy while smirking. “I love your outfit,” he added as his smirk grew. “Uh... I’m sorry but I’m cold, could you please give me something to wear?” the girl asks shyly. “Okay I’ll bring you something and you can sit down if you want,” answered Frank before he ran upstairs to bring her something to wear. He came down with his boxers and an oversized hoodie. “It’s not the best but it will keep you warm at least,” short boy said while blushing. (Y/N) sat down on the table with the boys. “Do you want something to eat, honey?” Gerard asks. The girl just nodded. He came back with the plate full of pancakes and sausages. “Here, I’m not the best cook but I hope it's edible.”

“Thank you Gerard,” the girl replies. “So, how old are you?” Frank asks. (Y/N) drops her fork and breaks down crying. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” asks Frank, growing genuinely concerned. “Gerard I lied! I’m thirteen. Not eighteen,” she continues to sob as Gerard clutches his head, probably starting to cry too. “But you look eighteen! What the fuck I-“ Gerard stammered. Frank looked at both of them, sad and concerned. “Why didn't you tell me?!” asks Gerard while choking on his own tears. “A pretty girl like you shouldn't be doing this, especially at that age! What led you to this?” Gerard added, still crying. Frank still couldn't process what had just happened. “Okay... Eat and we can take you home. Where do you live?” Frank asked, still in visible confusion. The young girl started sobbing even harder, pulling her own hair. “I’m homeless,” she quietly said. Gerard looked at her with tears in his eyes. Frank started crying too. “Excuse us for a moment, kiddo. Please eat and tell me if you like the sausages.”

“Gerard what the fuck did we do?! We traumatized this child!” said Frank with teary eyes .

“I mean she looked like she enjoyed it and she is pretty hot for a 13 year old-“ Gerard tried to excuse their actions.

“What is wrong with you Gerard?! She is a child! God knows if shes doing this voluntary. She's homeless and we don’t know what she's been through!"

“Okay... Okay, you're right. But what do we do with her?” Gerard asks. “Maybe let her crash at out place for a bit and then figure it out?” the shorter one suggests while rubbing his eyes from tears. “You're right. Maybe see if someone can adopt her even.”

“Yeah- “ Frank started but the raven haired boy cuts him off with a passionate kiss. “This is your punishment, Frankie,” he said as he exited the room.

Gerard pulls (Y/N) into a tight hug. "I’m sorry, dear,” he said, starting to sob again. “We'll figure out something, but you aren't going outside anymore. You're safe with us.”

The girl started sobbing even harder into Gerard's strong arms. Frank was watching from the doorway, still crying. “I’m gonna sleep on couch tonight and you can have my bed,” Frank said. No reply.

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it was getting late and (Y/N) and the boys were talking for hours, mostly about (Y/N’s) life and how she ended up where she is now. They were all starting to get tired. Gerard put a clean bedding just for (Y/N) “I think we should all just go to sleep,” said Frank. Since (Y/N) could barely hold herself up. Frank picked her up and carried her upstairs in his strong tattooed arms. He tucked (Y/N) in bed and softly drew his hand across her cheek. “Sleep tight, angel,” the boy said as he exited the room. Little did he know, the little sleeping beauty wasn't really sleeping. (Y/N) couldn't fall asleep from all the thoughts that formed in her underage mind today. Did she like Frankie? Did she really want to leave him? Will the boys get in trouble? Would the cops ever find out? She didn't know. (Y/N) decided to go downstairs and find Frankie. He was laying on the couch, awake. "Frankie?" 

He immediately got up. “Yeah?” 

“Frankie can you please come upstairs, I can't sleep.”

“Sure, doll,” Frank put his hand over girl's shoulder. As they get to the bedroom they lay down facing each other. “Are you okay?” the boy asks with concerned look on his face. “I’m not okay Frankie, I promise.”

They both tear up and pull each other into a tight hug until they fall asleep in that position. 

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In the morning, Gerard goes down to check on Frank. He checked, but he didn’t end up finding his friend. “Weird,” he mumbles to himself. He walks back upstairs to check on (Y/N) and the sight shocks him. He sees Frank hugging (Y/N) with his large hand on (Y/N’s) underage boob. They were both asleep even though it was almost noon. “Frank, you disgrace!” the dark haired boy yelled. Both of them woke up instantly. “Gerard I swear it's not what it looks like!”

“Frank, come here. Stay there (Y/N).”

Frank gets up with hesitation and follows Gerard out. “Frank, she is a fucking child. Yes I get it, she is ridiculously sexy for a thirteen year old but come on, keep your dick in your pants, man.”

Frank pouts and sucks on his fingers while looking at Gerard with puppy eyes. Gerard would never believe that he wasn’t planning on doing anything sexual with her again, so he decided to go with it. “You know who would be a great substitute for (Y/N)? You, daddy!” Frank says sarcastically. But he was being serious. “Frank what the fuck? You're coming down with me,” he says while locking the doors to (Y/N’s) room. “We’ll be back, sweetheart!” Gerard yells. 

He guides Frank to the basement where the meat grinders were kept and clones were made. There was another door at the very end of the meat grinder room. Frank gasped at the sight. It was full of clones that looked exactly like him. “Welcome to your new bedroom, Frankie,” Gerard hisses sarcastically. "Now these... Are your clones. Let me introduce you to them. This is Frank number 69 and this one is Frank number 113 and at last, this is Frank number 666.”

“Hello master!” Frank number 666 says with a huge grin on his face. This made Frank's blood boil but he tried not to show it. “Okay Frank, so now that you are familiar with them, you will bend over that thing there.”

Until now, Frank didn't realize how weird this new bedroom was. Then it hit him, this is not a bedroom. It's a sex dungeon. Fuck. He went over to 'that thing there' and bent over it. “Okay Frank clones, you know what to do now!” 

The clones started jumping with excitement. They approach Frank with huge smiles on their faces and say "You will enjoy this Frankie!" in creepy unison. Frank feels something pinch his ass. It is an anesthesia injection. They were tying him down, too. He whimpered in pain as Gerard was sitting down on his expensive red leather couch. “Sausage time!” yelled the clones in the same creepy unison. They all pulled their pants down. Frank was shocked. They had Frank sausages instead of dicks. And those sausages were long. Like, really long.

Frank felt scared. He felt something crawl up his ass but he didn't feel any pain. It was Frank 113 with his sausage. Gerard smirked at him and started stroking his own length. “Frank number 666, come here honey.”

Frank number 666 giggled and followed his master’s orders. “Kneel.” 

Frank number 666 did exactly that, still giggling. “Suck, you whore!”

Frank was really angry. So angry that he didn’t notice Frank number 69 shoving his dick down his throat. Now that was painful. Gerard was pulling on Frank number 666's hair while staring at Frank with a huge devilish grin on his face. He slapped Frank number 666's ass.

 "That's enough, whore. I think I can deal with this by myself. Frank number 69, you are going to the grinder. Frank number 666, escort this young man to the grinder room. And now my favourite Frank,” he said devilishly while Frank number 113 was still fucking Frank’s ass. Gerard shoved his length down younger boy’s throat. Just when he was about to cum, he took it out and came all over his pretty face and hair. “Frank number 113, that won't be necessary anymore. You can go to the grinder room too. And now you.” 

Gerard was staring at his beautiful piece of sausage. He untied Frank and took his hand. “We're going to clean you up now, doll.”

The short boy still couldn't speak from all the sausage and dick that was in his throat just moments ago. 

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Frank cleans himself up and Gerard unlocks (Y/N’s) room. They all head downstairs to eat. “So, do you have any family you could live with?” the raven haired boy asks while scratching his head thoughtfully. “Well I don’t know who my father is, and my mother died of a black tar heroin overdose when I was 8. I’ve been homeless since then.”

“I’m sorry sweetie,” Gerard replies with concern. 

“I think I know someone that could help us. Frank, be a dear and stay with her, I’m gonna make a quick call," Gerard says with a smile.

He calls up his old friend, Andy Biersack. His band kicked him out years ago since he spent all their money on meth.

 “Hello?” Andy picks up the phone. “Andy dude it’s Gerard. Yeeeees, Gerard the sausage guy! Look, you've always wanted kids but never could have them because your erectile dysfunction, right?”

“Yeah man, it sucks,” Andy replies with sorrow in his voice. “Okay so, Frank and I found a homeless girl. She doesn’t have any family and she was a prostitute. Don't you feel sorry, Andy?" asks Gerard with mild hostility in attempt to guilt-trip him.

“How old is she?”

“She is only thirteen, Andy. A thirteen year old that went through so much more than we ever will. How does that make you feel Andy? Huh?”

“Okay, I see what you’re doing, Gerard. When can I come pick her up?”

“Uh... Actually, you could come right now since she doesn't have any things.”

“On my way!” Andy giggles. He was so excited about becoming a dad. Finally, after all those years of erectile dysfunction blocking the way between him and fatherhood.

Gerard was surprised at how easily he could convince Andy to adopt her. He’s started to hate (Y/N) ever since he found Frank and her laying in bed together. He truly loved Frank, and now (Y/N) is probably trying to ruin that. “Hey (Y/N,)” says Gerard with a fake smile. “You’re getting adopted by my friend Andy! Isn’t that exciting?”

(Y/N) looked at him in disbelief. “Yeah, it’s amazing... I mean anything is better than being alone on the streets right?” she gave a weak smile but deep inside, she knew she would have to leave Frank behind. That was going to be a bit upsetting for her. 

After an hour, a doorbell rang “It’s Andy!!” Gerard yelled delightfully 

“(Y/N) go open the door!”

(Y/N) sighed, got up, and opened the door. What she saw definitely wasn’t what she had expected. Andy was a tall man with hair as black as night and beautiful blue eyes. Andy’s eyes were electric blue, but not in the recurrent way the phrase ‘electric’ was used. Striking, yet soft. Not the electric shock that paralyzed you or crawled under your muscles, but the kind that made your blood dance. “Hi, you must be (Y/N). I’m Andy, nice to meet you!”

He shook (Y/N’s) hand gently. They both came into the house. “So I should say goodbye?” (Y/N) says with a sad tone in her voice. She hugs Frank tightly, gripping onto the part of his hair that wasn't shaved. “I love you,” she whispered into his ear, but it was still loud enough for Gerard to hear. It made his blood boil but he chose to act as if he didn’t hear anything. Frank got very shocked by this statement. Quickly, he dismissed it as a platonic form of love. She let go of Frank, coming up to Gerard and awkwardly hugging him. “Thank you so much,” she says out loud. A few moments later, she was leaving the house without another word, following Andy into his car. 

While she was driving with Andy, (Y/N) got to admire his facial features. Maybe leaving Frank behind won’t be so bad after all.

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When (Y/N) was gone, Gerard was relieved. Now, he had his little Frankie all for himself and at his pleasure again. When she left, they sat in silence for what felt for hours but really it was just a few minutes. “Are you going to speak to me-“ Gerard started.

“We should've kept her here. That Andy guy looks weird to me, there is just something about him-“ 

“First of all, don’t say that about my friends. Second of all, how would I sleep at night knowing damn well that I legally raped this child who I’m supposed to treat like a daughter now?! How would you sleep at night? Even if she did lie about her age!”

Frank tries to get up and leave but that doesn't work. Gerard grabs his arm and pulls him back. Younger boy whimpers in pain. “Sit down,” Gerard deadpans while tapping his lap. Frank sits on Gerard’s lap with no objection. Gerard cupped the smaller boy’s cheek and stroked his hair, taking a shaky breath in. They stare into each other’s orbs for a while. “Frankie? Will you be my boyfriend?” Gerard asks shyly looking away from him. 

“Yes Gerard, I will,” Frank whispers softly.

Before the older one can respond, Frank starts passionately kissing him, opposing all softness that had existed prior. 

“Frankie. You know, I was jealous while (Y/N) was here. I know she is 13 but you rarely find 13 year olds that... Y’know.”

Frank stares at Gerard in confusion. "Why were you jealous, honey?”

“Argh- I don’t know. I guess when you love someone you just-“ Gerard got cut off by another kiss. "I love you too, Gee.”

“I’m so in love with you, Iero,” he whispered onto the smaller boy’s lips.

The two of them went to Gerard’s bedroom upstairs and began to cuddle until they both fell soundly asleep.

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Gerard was the first one to wake up. The sun was rising. As he glanced at his sleeping boy, rays of sun were beaming through the windows, the curtains failing to stop them. The light illuminated the short boy in a way that made him appear angelic. His pale and clear skin was glowing, and his long dark eyelashes were creating shadows on his cheeks. He was truly beautiful. After a whole hour of admiring his lover, Gerard decides to wake him up with gentle kisses. 

“Huh?” Frank whimpers, half asleep with his eyes still closed.

“Open your eyes, doll,” Gerard whispers, taking his hand.

Frank opened his eyes. The sun made them glow. They were greener than ever. “Oh hi-“ he was cut off by Gerard’s lips crashing into his own. Gerard laughed mischievously as he got up and picked his boy up. Now they were both giggling. 

He carried him to the basement where the meat grinders and his playroom were. “Gerard I’m really not in the mood now.”

“You can do this for me doll. Just this one time-“

“No Gerard I can’t. I’m still in pain from yesterd-“

“Get out of my house!” Gerard furiously yells, dropping the smaller boy to the floor mercilessly. “What?” Frank got up and took a few steps back in fear after recovering from the initial shock. 

“You heard me right, bitch! Frank number 666 sucks dick way better than you anyway, you disgraceful waste of air!” 

Frank leaves with no words but with tears in his eyes. He didn’t have anywhere else to go. While still in his pajamas, his intuition takes him to Mikey’s house. Frank knocks on his door. A moment later, a tall man in a beanie opened it. “Hello? Oh Frank! Wait, what happened-“

“Gerard left me for a clone, that’s what happened! He kicked me out of our house, Mikey!” Frank cries, pulling Mikey into a tight embrace. “Wait what?” Mikey asks in disbelief. 

“I need your help Mikey, your brother is going insane! We need to get rid of that clone!" Frank yells, letting go of Mikey and beginning to panic. “Okay, do you have any ideas?” Mikey asks. “We could kill him and I-“

“Wait how the fuck do we get to it? Knowing my brother, he probably watches it all the time,” Mikey cut him off.

“Wait... I have an idea...” Frank suggested devilishly.

Gerard felt horrible. Did he really kick his angel out because he didn’t want to suck his dick? Did he really leave his baby boy for a clone? It seems so. He was embarrassed and felt disgusting. How could he? Now he can just pray that his Frankie will come back to him some day.

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“Okay, Mikey. You know the plan by heart, right?” Frank panics, raising an eyebrow. “Frank, we repeated it three times. I’m not a moron, you know,” he says with an eye roll. “Make the call. Ask for the stinky clone too.”

“Got it,” Mikey deadpans, showing Frank a thumbs up.

Mikey dials the number as Frank bites his nails in an attempt to not burst out yelling.

Finally, he picks up the phone

“What’s up, bro? How are you?” Mikey asks his big brother, trying to sound as genuine as possible. 

“Eh, I’m good. Same old, same old. What’s up with you?” replied Gerard while trying to hide regret and sadness in his voice.

"Would you and Frank want to come over? And bring some of that sausage, I’m kinda craving it right now,” Mikey admits guiltily.

“I don’t know, Mikey. We’re kinda busy now-“

“Please? We haven’t seen each other in decades! I miss you,” Mikey cut the older brother off. Mikey heard his brother sigh in defeat from the other end of the telephone.

“Alright. Expect us in fifteen.”

Gerard hung up before Mikey could reply. 

“Frank, find a place to hide. They’ll be here soon,” Mikey says across the room.

Frank walks towards the staircase on his tiptoes. He hides in the closet and holds his breath as the doorbell rings. 

Mikey opens the door. He is faced with his brother and Frank number 666. Damn it, this thing looks exactly like the real Frank. Gerard was holding a big bag in his hand. The bag is full of sausages. He politely smiles at his younger brother.

“Hi Mikey!” the clone says with a grin on his face. Mikey feels disgusted but didn’t let it show.

“Hey guys, come in!l Mikey invited them in with his usual and monotone voice.

He immediately attacked the bag his brother was holding. Sausages. Those beautiful, meaty, long sausages. 

His guests sit on the couch with him. “Where are my manners? Would you guys like something to drink? I have some milk back there, it’s the best,” Mikey asks politely.

“Okay, milk is fine,” agrees Gerard, not knowing what he was getting himself into. It wasn’t milk. It was milk vodka, the drink that makes your mind as twisted as it can get. It is usually used by porn writers, but the downside is that if you have too much, you can fall asleep and not wake up for sixty-nine hours. 

Mikey brings over the glasses with the ‘milk'. 

“This is really good!” Gerard says genuinely. His brain fails to register that it wasn’t milk. “Can I get some more?”

“Yeah bro, sure!” says the boy with glasses with a suspiciously big and rare smile on his face. Gerard kept drinking and drinking, while the clone barely had a full glass. “This is gonna sound weird,” Gerard starts. “But have you had any visitors lately?”

It took Mikey a moment to process what Gerard really wanted to know. That would be Frank’s whereabouts. He felt determined to keep them secret. “Yeah, I have friends over all the time! You know how it is, being young and attractive,” he drones on, obviously lying. Gerard nodded suspiciously while the clone picked at the hole in the couch wordlessly. “And what friends would those be?” 

“Oh you know, good friends, yeah, the best of friends. They’re amazing, really uhhh...” Mikey tries his best. “Name one,” Gerard glares at his younger brother. 

“Well-“ Mikey starts, but was interrupted by the Frank clone hissing for some reason. This was going to be a long night.

Eventually, Gerard passes out. Mikey grabs the Frank clone up and with struggle, kicks him to the floor. “Frank, come out you motherfucker!” Mikey yells while keeping Frank number 666's arms pinned down. Frank excitedly runs out of the staircase and attacks his clone with a knife. “You’re going to the grinder, cretin!” Frank says just before stabbing Frank number 666 to death. He flicked the knife into Frank number 666’s chest like it was a bullseye and turned to Gerard, taking the sleeping man’s hand. Mikey softens his position, letting go of Frank number 666’s body. He knew exactly what Frank was thinking. 

‘What did I do?’

The boys went back to Frank and Gerard’s house with the corpse of the clone in the backseat of Gerard's car. When they arrived to the house, they carefully took the corpse to the basement. “Meat grinder time!” Frank yells with evil laughter following it. He takes the body out of the trash bag and violently shoves it in the meat grinder. 

When the meat was all finely ground up, Mikey asks, “Hey Frank, can I have all that sausage meat? I’m kinda running out.”

“Yeah sure, take it.”

The boys packed their meat up and went back to Mikey’s place to check on Gerard. 

??? 

Frank and Mikey see a person walking on the side of the road. As they approached him, they notice that he had curly hair and was also really tall. He looked a bit homeless but not insane, so the boys decided to pull over.

“Hey man, are you okay?” Mikey asks, looking concerned. As he gets out of the car and faces the man, he realizes that their unlikely acquaintance was quite a good looking fellow. 

His hair could be described as unruly and hopeless, but in contrast to that, his lustrous curls bounced beautifully as he walked. He had dark brown eyes. Those eyes reminded Mikey of the old barn door, the flecks of deep brown intertwining the lighter hues. So much strength remaining despite the years of weathering, so much life. “Hey dude? Are you alive?” the mysterious snaps his fingers in front of Mikey’s face. Mikey was staring.

“What? Oh yeah right! Are you okay, you don’t look like you are though. No offense.”

The man looked down at his feet. “My mom kicked me out of her basement. I was addicted to dungeons and dragons and didn’t want to find a job so... Here I am,” he spreads his arms out and takes a step back, smiling sadly. Mikey thinks for a moment.

“Okay, we could help you for a bit until you figure something out. I have a spare room at my place anyways,” Mikey says.

 “Wait seriously?” the curly man says. “Well, if you want to-“

“Hell yeah! Thank you!” the man says without a trace of suspicion. He gets in the back seat. Frank silently sits at the passenger seat and looks at Mikey with concern.

After a short drive, they arrive at Mikey’s  place. Frank immediately runs upstairs to see if Gerard is awake. Mikey realizes that he doesn't know the curly man’s name yet. He decides to break the silence. 

“Hey, this is gonna sound awkward but what’s your name?”

“I’m Ray, what about you?” he questions back with a huge smile. Mikey could help but blush. “Michael. Mikey, really. Way,” he says shyly and quietly, turning to glance behind him as he said Way. “Which way?” Ray asks slowly. It takes Mikey a minute to figure out what happened. “Oh nonono, my last name is Way,” Mikey looks to the floor with embarrassment and hides a smile. Ray beams at him.

“Do you want me to show you where you’ll sleep? Also, no pressure but I wouldn’t mind you staying for a while. As long as you’d like,” Mikey says, looking away.

“Yeah sure,” Ray answers, shrugging happily. Without a word, Mikey takes his hand and took him upstairs. His heart races when he realizes he actually took this full grown man by the hand to show him where a room is, but he decides to keep holding it. It would be awkward if he let go. They enter the room with the passed out Gerard in it. They were going to have share Mikey’s room. 

“Oh shit. So... I hope this doesn't bother you,” he says, still holding the stranger’s hand but looking down at the floor. “But my brother took the spare room. I don’t think he can wake up any time soon. So we have to share... I can sleep on the couch if you’re not comf-“

“Hey it’s fine! I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with a cutie like you!” he giggles and sees that Mikey is blushing. Ray comes closer to Mikey and pulls him into a tight hug. “You know, I’m infinitely grateful for you. I never thought someone could be this kind,” he says while stroking Mikey’s hair. Mikey hugs back, resting his head on Ray’s shoulder.

“Mikey! Gerard is still asleep!” Frank yells from across the hall. Mikey lets go of Ray and approaches Frank. 

“Ah yeah. Listen, Gerard won’t wake up for a while. I gave him the milk vodka so he will be out for another... Two and a half days-“

“Oh no, not milk vodka! I drank that while writing One Direction imagines!! Frank cringes.

Hours pass, and Frank is still sitting next to Gerard, stroking his jet black hair lovingly. Mikey was getting to know Ray for the past few hours, and his story was actually quite interesting. “Ray, it’s getting late, maybe we should go to sleep,” Mikey says while yawning. “Good idea, let’s go,” Ray confirms. The boys go upstairs. Mikey checks on Frank, who is already asleep and clinging onto Gerard. They go to Mikey’s room and he gets into bed first. “Uh, Mikey?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t really have anything clean to wear to sleep,” Ray says with embarrassment. “It’s fine, I’ll find you something,” Mikey starts roaming around his closet. Finally, he finds it. It is a large black Panic! At The Disco hoodie that hangs down to Mikey’s knees, but he reckons that it would fit Ray perfectly. He also takes a pair of oversized black shorts. “Found it!” says Mikey as he playfully throws it at Ray. Ray says a word of thanks and picks it up. He strips down to his underwear, not paying much attention to Mikey’s presence. This isn’t bothering Mikey at all. He has a good look at Ray’s tall, muscular body. He might’ve been staring again. As Ray finally puts the hoodie and shorts on, he gets in the bed. "Are you coming, pretty boy?” he says as he pulls the sheets up and makes space for Mikey. Mikey is unable to move from blushing at this nickname. He shyly gets to the bed and lays down, facing Ray. Ray squeezes Mikey’s boney body tight and they fall asleep together.

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Ray wakes up in a cold sweat. His room is dark. It’s 4:47am on a Saturday morning. Since the sun is already beginning to rise, Ray sees no use in trying to sleep again. As he’s getting up and walking to the bathroom, it hits him. Everything about that night hits him like a brick. He dreamt about his high school friends killing him, and worst of all, he dreamt about boyfriend from his youth. His friends killed him in his dream, but why? What is the cause of this mess in Ray’s head? Ray hasn’t seen Frank, Gerard or Mikey in years. The last time he heard from them was over four years ago. Still, he is furious. If his friends would kill him in his sleep, that would mean that they are probably planning on doing it in real life too. Does he still like Mikey? No, that couldn't be true. He was cured from homosexuality years ago. He feels like he has to do something. He has to contact Mikey and make Frank and Gerard pay for what they did. 

A strange feeling hit him after a while. His dream didn’t feel like it was his point of view. It felt like he was an outsider, watching the situation from a glass that he couldn’t break through. He knew that some of these things did happen. He feels determined to get to the bottom of this.

After hours of searching the internet, Ray finally obtains Mikey’s phone number. He knows what to do next. With fear and hesitation, he dials the number. All the memories of leaving Mikey and telling him hurtful things are coming back to Ray. It makes shivers go down his spine and it makes his heart ache.

“Hello?” Mikey answers the unknown number. “Hey Mikey... It’s-“

“Ray is that you?! I was just thinking about you a few days ago! How are you doing?”

Ray is very surprised at Mikey’s reaction. Just moments ago, he expected Mikey to cuss him out or just hang up. But Mikey’s reaction is completely the opposite. “I’m okay, how about you?” Ray lies. 

“I’m doing great!” An awkward silence sweeps the line. 

“Listen Mikey,” Ray starts. “I dreamt about you this night, and I think I’m still in love with you. My love didn’t fade a bit since the day I saw you in the school hallway almost a decade ago and-“ 

“Ray... I don’t- I can’t-“ Mikey cuts him off. “Come over,” Mikey adds in a softer tone. 

He gives Ray the address and they hang up.

 With adrenaline in his veins, Ray gets dressed, picks his keys up and gets into his car. He is driving so fast that he would’ve been sent to jail if the police stopped him. The forty minute drive seems like eternity. 

Finally, he pulls up in front of Mikey’s house. He quickly looks into the mirror, making sure he looks perfect for his high school sweetheart. He sighs and gets out of his car. To his surprise, Mikey is already waiting for him by the front door. “Well hello there, handsome,” Mikey sarcastically says, pouting. Without a word, Ray pulls him into a tight hug. That’s what was missing from his life all these years. A warm hug from someone that he loved with every inch of his heart. Mikey’s head is resting on his shoulder, heavily breathing. To Ray, it almost seems like he  was asleep. The emotions and the chemistry between the two didn’t fade a bit. After the long, tender hug, Mikey pulls away, his hands still on Ray’s shoulders. To Ray, this hug seemed way too short. They could be hugging until the end of time and to Ray, it still wouldn't be enough. “Come in,” Mikey whispers, breaking the silence between them. Ray comes in, taking Mikey’s hand and gently holding it. They are now on the couch, holding each other tight, almost cuddling. And they were sitting in the same position for hours, talking about their feelings, updating each other about their lives, and opening up about their childhood trauma. “How is Gerard doing?” asks Ray, trying to sound as sincere as possible. 

“Oh, he’s good. He’s living with Frank just down the road from here. He was just here yesterday, actually. He figured out how to clone, apparently.”

“I knew that they would end up together,” Ray giggles genuinely. He is happy for Gerard and Frank for a moment. But then, he remembers all the unpleasant occurrences that happened in his dreams. The cloning was real. Does that mean everything else was real too? 

“We should visit them sometime,” Ray smiles, thinking about his sneaky plan. He looks over at the love of his life and cups his cheek gently. Mikey catches on and closes his eyes, allowing Ray to lean in and close the gap between their lips.

 They are soft and taste like sausages. 

“Ray? Would you move in here, with me? We spent all these years apart, but I think moving in would make up for that,” Mikey says, blushing and looking down. Ray nods in approval. And then they fall asleep on the couch, in each other’s  arms. They both had tears of joy in their eyes but were too afraid to admit it.

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Ray feels a sharp pain in his head. His eyes are still closed, and he’s half asleep. He manages to collect himself. It takes him a few seconds to realize where he is and what had just happened. Then, he remembers last night and gets a fluttery feeling in his stomach. Mikey is still sleeping on the couch while Ray fell off the couch and hit his head against the coffee table. He looks up at Mikey from the floor. He looks calm and asleep, the light from the window bathing his face beautifully. He’s lying on his side with his hands between his thighs and a slight smile on his face. Ray ends up staring for about thirty minutes, still sitting in the same position in which he fell. He decides to wake the smaller boy up by stroking his hair. When that didn’t work, Ray cups his cheek and traces his fingers over it in swirls.

Mikey suddenly opens his eyes and loudly laughs. “You know I was awake all this time, right? There's no way that you falling like that wouldn't wake me up, you clumsy, handsome bastard.”

Mikey is still laughing at Ray while he looks down, blushing. “You didn’t mind me watching you sleep, I hope.”

“Not one bit.”

Both boys are now laughing. “Ray?” Mikey quietly asks. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ray responds, in slightly cynical tone. “So... Would you seriously move in with me?”

Ray doesn't what to say. Is it too soon? Or should he just follow his heart and do it? He is truly and utterly confused. After five seconds of long thinking, he answers.

“Yes Mikey, I absolutely would."

Without a chance to say anything else, Mikey pulls him up into a kiss. It is slimy, passionate and slightly violent. His lips still taste like sausage. After Mikey pulls away, he gets up and takes Ray’s hand, pulling him up from his kneeling position on the floor. Ray gets up without a word, and follows Mikey upstairs, squeezing his hand tight.

As they get into Mikey’s bedroom, Mikey slams the door shut behind them. The violent kissing continues, they seem like they are about to rip each other up. Instead, they just end up ripping each other’s clothes off. “Ray...” Mikey whispers, stroking his beautifully toned abs. “Let’s do it like in the good old days. Top left drawer.”

Ray gets up and walks up to drawer and takes out the supplies. He chose out a whip, ball gag, lube and a pink skirt. Mikey wore that skirt around the house a few times but he was afraid to admit it. Ray sets them aside on the bed and Mikey nods. He goes back for them and takes the skirt and gag, putting the skirt over Mikey’s underwear and placing the gag down beside them.

Mikey wiggles over to sit on Ray’s lap, wrapping his legs around the tall man. Ray’s hands make their way up Mikey’s skinny body, moving his head closer to Ray’s. “I love you,” Ray whispers a centimetre away from Mikey’s lips before rapidly switching courses as he starts violently sucking on Mikey’s neck with no warning. Mikey moans in pain and pleasure, grabbing Ray’s hips and holding them tight as Ray continues to leave marks all over his neck.

After a while of this, the curly man makes his way down, planting soft, innocent kisses on Mikey’s lips while sinfully tweaking his nipples. Mikey was moaning very loudly. While the sound did turn Ray on, he didn’t want the neighbours to file a noise complaint.

“I think it’s time we shut you up a bit, don’t you?” Ray says, seductively reaching for the gag. Mikey obediently gets off Ray and sits on his knees, opening his mouth.

Ray pops the bright pink ball gag in and spins to tie it from the back. Even through the gag, Ray could hear that his boy was still moaning at just his touch. Ray reaches for Mikey’s glasses but Mikey shakes his head. “You’re still blind, I see,” Ray chuckles, dropping his hand to stroke his cheek. “Understandable. The glasses stay on during sex.”

Eventually, the underwear comes off too.

Ray takes the whip in one hand and lube in another. “Bend over,” Ray commands dominantly, slightly lifting the whip up. Mikey obeys, just like in the good old days. Suddenly, he feels a sharp pain on his ass. Ray hits him a few more times, not saying a word. It stops and Mikey knows what’s coming next. He is scared, knowing it would hurt like hell from not doing it for so many years. But it’s not what he expects. With no prep, his high school sweetheart slams his whole, hard length into his rusty hole. Mikey’s whimpers are so loud that Ray can hear them through the ball gag. No, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. He grabs the sheets as tight as he could, his knuckles turning white from holding onto them so tightly. He was starting to cry.

“Am I going to have to get the whip again or are you going to shut up?”

Mikey’s whimpers silence. “Good,” the curly man keeps slamming into his small, visually impaired boy. After some time, it began to feel quite nice and they kept going in rhythm. Suddenly, Mikey whimpers, falling slightly. “Well, it looks like I’ll be using the whip,” Ray says coldly. He pulls out of his boy, cleans their fluids with a bedsheet and gets the whip. Mikey nods, telling him it’s okay to start beating him senseless. He starts teasing, and rubbing the whip over Mikey’s ass and princess parts. Then he hits. The smaller boy almost screams, just resulting in Ray hitting him harder. His ass is red, almost bleeding. “I think this taught you a lesson, did it, whore?” the older boy asks mischievously. He kisses Mikey’s bruised skin, with the skirt still on. The smaller boy is in so much pain that he can’t even turn around, so Ray has to do it using his strong arms. Mikey is trembling. “Oh my God, what’ve I done to you?” Ray breathes out, realizing how much this must’ve hurt the smaller boy. He holds Mikey gently and softly takes the ball gag out.

Taking his glasses off, Mikey rubs his tear stained face. “Mikey, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Mikey breathes out a laugh. “I think you’re forgetting that I enjoyed that,” he says shyly, putting his glasses back on. Relief washes over Ray. He lays his baby boy down and places gentle kisses all over his face and neck. He proceeds to lay next to his boyfriend, who is still heavily breathing with more tears forming in his eyes. From a distance, they look peaceful and asleep. But Ray is certainly not asleep or peaceful. While stroking Mikey’s hair, he makes plans how to get proper revenge on Mikey’s brother and Mikey’s brother’s boyfriend. After some thinking, he finally comes up with a good plan.

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Mikey wakes up in almost unbearable pain. Now he remembers why they didn’t do this often. As he glances to his side, he realizes that the side of the bed is empty. “Did Ray just leave?” he mumbles to himself. Just when he is starting to get angry, Ray comes out of the bathroom connected to the room. “Princess slept in, I see,” Ray says, trying to sound sexy and serious but bursting into laughter after few seconds. “What’s the time?” Mikey asks, still half asleep. “It’s half past noon-“

“Shit!” Mikey yells, cutting Ray off. “What’s up?” the curly man asks, confused. “Nothing, I’m kidding,” Mikey says with a fake smile. He was supposed to pick up sausages, but didn’t want Ray to know about his sausage addiction, at least not for now. Ray sits down next to Mikey, taking his hand and putting a pill in it. “Painkiller,” Ray says, looking apologetic. Mikey smiles, but hides it by leaning in to kiss Ray on the lips gently. He swallows the pill dry, hoping it will do something to ease the pain. 

“So I was thinking... We could visit Gerard today-“

“Wait really?!” Ray squeals in excitement, but his excitement isn’t caused by the reason Mikey expects. “Will Frank be there too?”

Frank not being there would completely mess up Ray’s plan. “Well I assume he will since they live together-“

“Okay great!" Ray cuts him off again, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.  Mikey is confused by Ray’s overly excited behaviour. He expects him to be happy, but he didn’t expect him to be this happy. It was understandable, though. “Hey sweetheart, I have to go pick something up at the store, do you need anything?” Ray asks, putting his jacket on. Mikey puts a hand up to his neck and presses down, going all over his neck and flinching whenever he hit a hickey. “A fucking turtleneck.” 

 He is going to get milk vodka. He doesn't know where he got the idea, but it was just there, in his head. This magical drink is a crucial component in his plan. As he comes into the house two hours later, he sees Mikey standing against the wall, staring at him with a phone in his hand. “Is that milk? Why did you get milk?” he asks, pointing to the shopping bag. “Oh. This is the best milk. I love drinking milk,” Ray shrugs innocently. “I got you a turtleneck,” Ray switches the subject, pulling a turtleneck out of a white bag. He tosses it at Mikey, who catches it but drops his phone. It was a midnight black soft turtleneck with miniature white splatters that look like stars. “Awww! Ray, this is so cu-“ he stops as he sees the text. In the centre, it said ‘Ray’s Bitch’ in gold. Ray shrugs out his arms, expecting a response. Mikey pulls it on over his shirt, tracing his hand across the text. “It’s cute,” he says, looking to the floor, blushing. Ray put his bags down and scoops Mikey into a tight hug. 

After a few hours, the boys are ready to head to Gerard and Frank’s house. The drive there is awkwardly quiet, until Mikey breaks the silence. “Why were you so excited about seeing Frank and Gerard?” Mikey asks, glancing to Ray. He looks away from the road for a few seconds. “Well you know, we were really close back then, and I really want to see them again and catch up. I miss them,” Ray says trying not to sound suspicious. “Anything else?” Mikey asks with a frown. “No, there’s really nothing else.”

At the stoplight, Ray pulls Mikey by the collar and kisses him roughly. “Trust me.”

They continue driving in silence. 

Soon, they arrive at Gerard and Frank’s house and Mikey pulls into the driveway. “Ready to see them again?” Mikey asks, slightly mockingly laughing at Ray. Ray smiles at him and leaves the car without another word. They ring the doorbell and the door soon opens. It’s Gerard. “Ray, dude I haven’t seen you in so long!” Gerard says awkwardly. Ray smiles and says hi. Gerard goes to greet his brother, and scowls at the turtleneck, glaring. Still, they all get into the house. “Oh God, Ray! Is that you?!” Frank squeals. Frank jumps up and hugs him. The height difference was hilarious to the two brothers, but they didn’t say anything. Ray hugs him too, acting genuinely. They all sat on the couch, but Gerard could tell his brother was having difficulty sitting down. Tsk tsk. Gerard brings out coffee and the boys catch up with their old friend, still having no idea what he’s about to do. “Michael, can I get a word?” Gerard signals to the front door. Mikey gets up and follows him. Once they’re out of earshot, Gerard goes off. “What the actual fuck, Mikey?!”

“What?” Mikey asks with venom is his voice. “He left you! Don’t you remember how you felt? You told me you couldn’t love anyone ever again! He broke you!” Gerard grabbed his brother’s shoulders. “And I couldn’t. The past doesn’t matter now, Gerard. He’s here now,” Mikey tries to stay calm. 

“To do what?! Leave you again? Hurt you again? I’m not letting him do that to you, Mikey!” Gerard gets mad, letting go of him and pacing around the porch. “And he won’t! Gerard, I’m a fucking adult! I can take care of myself and I kno-“

He was cut off by Gerard stepping up to him and lowering his turtleneck’s collar slowly, scanning over his neck. He looks him dead in the eyes. Mikey looks to the ground in embarrassment but didn’t protest it. “And that’s taking care of yourself? You can’t even sit down,” Gerard lets go of him and states gently. Mikey was looking for a response. “I... I love him.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just worried for you. You’re my baby brother. If I can’t protect you, what can I do?” Gerard says shakily. He decides to start walking back, but gets stopped by Mikey hugging him. “Thank you for caring.” Gerard hugs him back. He wouldn’t let anything else happen to his little brother. 

“Hey guys, I brought some milk! Does anyone want some?” Ray asks. “Uh... That’s an odd drink but sure, why not?” Frank says, slightly confused. Ray pours them 'milk' and everyone starts drinking. They all drink glass after glass and Ray has barely touched his drink. Eventually, everyone passes out except for the curly man. He first picks up his lover and puts him to bed upstairs, stroking his hair and pecking his lips, repeatedly whispering apologies he knew Mikey couldn’t hear. 

It’s time for Ray to get his revenge on his high school friends. Somehow knowing the layout of Gerard’s house, he pulls both of the boys down to the basement. Then he finds his tool, and current best friend. The meat grinder. 

He first takes off Gerard’s pants and puts his dick into the meat grinder, trying not to look. The meat grinder does its job. Ray quickly rushes to get the first aid kit and bandages up Gerard’s still bleeding crotch. He does the exact same thing with Frank. “This is what you get for killing me in my dreams, motherfuckers!” the tall man says, laughing like a comic book villain. He takes both of his friends upstairs and lays them on couches. Now, he has to wait for everyone to wake up. 

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Right after Gerard goes out, Frank falls asleep, assuming Gerard will wake him up when he gets home. What is actually about to happen didn’t even cross the darkest corners of Frank’s mind.

He wakes up in the morning, laying on the couch in the living room downstairs. If he wasn’t awoken, why didn’t Gerard carry him to bed like he always does? Assuming Gerard is asleep in the bedroom, he climbs upstairs. His boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. Frank checks the basement and the bathrooms. Still no traces of Gerard. He decides to call Mikey, maybe he somehow ended up at his brother’s place. The phone rings. “Hello?” It was ray, not Mikey. “Uhh, hi. Is Gerard there? Did he call or something? He went out yesterday and didn’t come back,” Frank says with tears forming in his eyes. “Huh? He didn’t call either of us as far as I know. Maybe call the police?” Ray says with genuine concern about where Gerard is. “Okay, thanks buddy.”

Frank hangs up. He is scared to death at this point. Gerard might be dead already. He calms down and tries to think about people who would want to harm his love. Two names come to his mind. He calls 911 in hurry, and tells them everything he could possibly know, even those two damn names. Turns out, he was right.

Gerard wakes up, and his head is hurting. The room is dark, it seems like a basement. Two tall figures approach him. One seems to be a man and other seems to be a woman. Then it clicks to him. “Did you sleep well?” the man asks. Now Gerard is 100% sure about his kidnapper’s identities. They are both his past lovers, and they were both left him in the past for a very good reason. “Did you miss us, Gerard?” the woman asks him. Gerard is staring, unable to say anything. He tries to get up but is quickly shoved back on the ground by both of his captors.

The woman’s name is Lindsey, but she spelt it ‘Lynz’.

They dated for a while in high school, just before Gerard realized his actual sexuality. Until now, he thought they were on good terms. Apparently not anymore.

The man’s name is Bert. They met and dated right after Bert turned eighteen, and Bert was his first male partner. Bert actually dumped Gerard for someone else. Gerard finds this ironic.

His head hits the concrete wall, causing him to let a loud, high pitched whimper. “Oh, you sound the same as you did back then, sweetheart. Let’s see in what condition your hole is, shall we? Bert says while devilishly laughing.

Gerard is terrified. He wants to scream and run, knowing very well that will make his sorrow much worse. Bert takes his sweatpants and underwear off, only to reveal his butchered crotch. Lynz and Bert look at each other in visible confusion. “Not going to question this,” Lynz says, shrugging. As Gerard tries to free himself, she knocks him into the wall, slamming the air out of his lungs. Bert helps her hold him down as Lynz zip-ties his wrists behind his back. Gerard continues to panic. He doesn’t know whether to scream and fight or to just let it happen.

While he’s still debating on what to do, he feels the numbing feeling of being forcefully turned around. Bert’s hands feel like hundreds of tiny needles digging into his skin, deeper and sharper until he couldn’t feel anymore.

Without prep or lube, Bert slams himself into his ex lover while he is crying in pain. “Aww sugar, you look so pretty when you cry,” Lynz adds, wiping his tears and kissing his open mouth. Gerard couldn’t speak. He feels disgusting and used and even kisses from these people hurt him like razor blades. He tries to move his head away from her but she takes him in a chokehold. “Y-you’re fucking gross,” Gerard manages to hiss out before his body gives up and tries to fall. Lynz held him up by his hair, pulling it. “I really want to see how that pretty mouth of yours preforms. Hope it’s as good as it used to be.”

Without any other words, his ex pulls her pants down, and starts grinding onto Gerard’s mouth and nose. He feels like throwing up.

After a while, he stops crying. He stops feeling. He stops thinking. Gerard was ready to completely give up. All the tension that was once there was gone. So he stays there, not moving and hoping it would go away. He just wanted his Frankie now.

He stops fighting.

Loud siren sounds come from outside. His captors are still doing the same thing they were doing, what seems to Gerard, hours ago.

“Fuck Bert, the cops are coming!” Lynz says pulling away from Gerard, back-handing his pretty tear stained face. “Bert you moron, pull out of the whore, we have to go!” she yells, now furious. “Okay okay-“ Bert gets cut off by the police kicking the basement door and entering the basement. They have nowhere to run.

All of this time blurs out for Gerard. He doesn't remember a thing.

The first thing he remembers is being taken to the hospital, with Mikey, Ray and his boyfriend there. Frank hugs him and whispers about how it’ll be okay, but Frank’s touch feels numb. Gerard doesn’t reply.

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These three days seem like eternity to Ray. He is sitting next to Mikey, kissing him and cuddling him and occasionally checking on Frank and Gerard’s wounds to put new bandages on. Finally, he hears some sounds escaping Mikey’s lips. He keeps on kissing his boy and very gently touching his face. Eventually, his eyes open up. “Huh?”

And that's the only word that he says, if it could even be called a word. Ray carries him downstairs, considering that he’s probably still in pain from a few days ago. Frank and Gerard are downstairs, awake. “Oh fuck,” Ray mumbles to himself. “What the hell happened?” Frank asks, scratching his head, looking down to his crotch in confusion. “That’s your revenge, motherfucker! You know damn well what you two did to me!”

Frank and Gerard glance at each other with concerned looks. “So we were wrong, then. Dreams do transfer,” Gerard says, looking down at his feet. “Fuck.” That’s the only thing Frank can get out of his mouth. "Did you really have to be this aggressive with your revenge though? I mean, you could have come up with something else, right?" Gerard asks softly, now realising what exactly Ray did with their crotches. “Well, I was going to do something less violent but then you treated me like trash again, so this came to my mind,” Ray says, letting out that comic book villain laughter again. 

“Well shit, we're dickless now,” Frank shrugs. “Why aren’t we in pain?” Frank adds. “Science class,” Ray glares at Gerard, letting him figure it out. Mikey is still sleeping, curled up in his boyfriend's arms. Ray adjusts into a more comfortable position, with Mikey laying in his lap. “So why did you two want to kill me?” He asks after a few moments of silence, in a surprisingly calm tone. 

“You fucked him up! Soon, it’ll be seven years since you dumped him and, I’m not gonna lie, I was fucking pissed. You should’ve seen him, Ray. He swore not to love anyone ever again. He laid in bed and cried every single fucking day over a photo of you, wondering where he had gone wrong!” Gerard hisses. 

“And that anger had to come out somewhere. We weren't planning on killing you in real life, not for now at least." 

The curly man is now staring at both of them. “For now?” He asks with a frown. “For now,” Gerard snarls. Still, Ray couldn’t help but feel bad for what he did to his poor little boy. He grips onto Mikey tighter.

Mikey’s eyes are opening while his boyfriend's fingers are tangled in his hair. His greasy and messy hair that was caused by sleeping for three days and not washing it for a while. “What’s going on here?" Mikey takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. “Nothing!” all the boys say in unison, subconsciously making an agreement on not telling Mikey what exactly happened. The boy sits up in Ray’s lap, wrapping his arms around his belly pulling him closer. He snuggles his face into Ray’s shoulder as Ray shoots Gerard a smug glance. “Maybe we should go home, what do you think, Mikey?” Ray says in a condescending tone. “Yeah, I agree with Ray,” says Mikey’s brother before Mikey could say anything. He doesn't say anything. Instead, he nods in agreement, since he knows that disobeying Ray when Ray uses that tone was a bad idea. Ray picks him up, says goodbye to their friends, and storms out the door. He kisses Mikey’s forehead, noticing that Mikey had fallen asleep in his arms again. Ray lays his pretty baby boy in the backseat of the car and drives away. Mikey doesn’t wake up the whole ride back home. 

Meanwhile, at Gerard’s house, the boys are sitting in awkward silence, not knowing what to do with their lack of dick. Gerard feels the urge to suggest having sex until they feel better, but realizes he couldn’t. He growled. 

“We could... Maybe get some sort of surgery?” Frank suggests. “God knows how expensive that will be,” Gerard replies sighing. “Will you ever stop worrying about money and do something for yourself once?” the shorter boy asks, sounding furious. “Okay, we will see sweetheart,” he says, planting an innocent kiss on the boy’s lips. As he pulls away, Frank grabs his hair and yanks it towards him, beginning to violently make out with him. 

Frank stops and lets go, allowing Gerard to caress his cheek. “I’m going to get some cigarettes. Do you need anything?” Gerard whispers. Frank shakes his head. He gets up in a rush, ruffling Frank’s hair before grabbing his wallet and putting his jacket on. 

At that moment, he had no clue what was waiting for him just around the corner. As he approaches the convenience store, he hears familiar voice. “Hey Gerard,” they say. It sounds so familiar to him but... It can’t be. It’s dark and he can’t see much at all. The dark figure holds up a baseball bat, and Gerard is frozen in place, like some mysterious force is holding him back from running or fighting. Before he knew it, the baseball bat met with his head. From there, he remembers nothing.

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Gerard’s memory is completely blurred out, again. He doesn't remember coming home, or eating or going to bed with Frank. He wakes up, with Frank’s arm around his bruised body. He almost screams, before realizing it’s just his boyfriend. The room is dark. Gerard woke up in the middle of the night, and even though doctors told him this probably will happen, he is scared. Will he even be back to normal, or will sleepless nights be a part of his life forever? He is thinking about the past, his and Frank’s little relationship in the past. Only now does he realize how weird the age difference was back then, but that didn’t matter. He loved and still loves his little Frankie to death. He never dated him formally, though. After their first kiss, he started dating Lynz. The thought of her makes him shudder and grip onto Frank’s arm. He’s blown into a mindless trance.

Frank looks over at Gerard. The rising sun illuminates his face, making him appear ethereal and stunning. Discreetly, he moves his hand over the railing and brushes Gerard’s hands with his own, still still staring at the sun.

Gerard moves his hand away, but Frank moves it closer. Knowing it wasn’t an accident now, Gerard doesn’t move his hand away again. Frank takes the opportunity and takes Gerard’s hand with his. Still not certain of the outcome, he looks over at Gerard, who seems to be getting more and more beautiful by the minute. Gerard looks back at him with a puzzled expression on his face. 

Frank pulls him closer and looks up at him when their bodies were just inches apart. Carefully, Frank lifts his right hand and takes a hold of the top of Gerard’s tie. By now, Frank had expected Gerard to protest his advances, saying something about how thirteen and sixteen wasn’t an acceptable age difference. He didn’t though, to Frank’s delight.

Frank nervously looks into Gerard’s eyes as he pulls his tie down to match his height. The taller boy gives him a half smile and closes his eyes. 

Frank knows he has one shot at this, he better not mess up. He yanks the other boy’s tie, collides their lips and rapidly moves his hands to hold the back of Gerard’s hair to keep his head in place. He feels Gerard’s hands brush lightly against his hips and pull him into a hug as he continues to move his lips against Gerard’s. He takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful Gerard’s lips feel against his- they were soft and feel like they were made for him. 

Gerard slowly pulls back, and Frank’s hands drop to hold  themselves behind his head, resting on his shoulders. Gerard inhales shakily and looks into Frank’s eyes with a soft yet piercing gaze. He leans in and plants a soft kiss on Frank’s lips, exhaling a puff of smoke due to the cold. Frank looks down and tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear. The cold was making their already blushing faces appear more rosy. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Frank apologizes. Gerard pulls him in closer by his hips and moves a hand to rub his back, and another to stroke his hair. Frank relaxes, resting his hand on the taller boy’s shoulder. “Thank you,” Gerard whipsers into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. 

It’s just dawn, and Gerard has been awake for hours already. His Frankie is still sleeping, unsurprisingly. Tears come down older boy’s face while looking at Frank. At first those cries are quiet and almost unnoticeable, but they get loud and turn into yelping and whimpering. Frank is waking up aware of what is happening even though he is half asleep. Frank gently taps his shoulder. He turns around, facing the smaller boy and trying to hide his face. “Sweetheart, I’m here. You're safe with me. I’ll never let them hurt you.”

Gerard just starts sobbing even louder. Frank sits up on the bed and Gerard does to, burying his face in a pillow. “Can I hug you?” Frank asks. He nods with a pillow still in his face. Frank gently takes the pillow away and pulls Gerard into a hug. Gerard continues to sob, hugging Frank back. 

“Make them go away,” he whimpers, holding onto Frank even tighter. Frank couldn’t help but feel bad. He should’ve gone with Gerard. If he did, maybe they wouldn’t be in this mess. 

It was too late for that though. He strokes Gerard’s hair as Gerard buries his head in Frank’s neck.

Frank was honestly surprised at how open to touching him Gerard was. The doctors told him he probably wouldn’t want to touch anyone for a while, and to keep his hands off. He just wants whatever is best for his boyfriend, though. He knows that everyone processes trauma differently, and he knows his boyfriend well enough to predict his next move. So he continues to hug him, whispering reassuring words in his ear. 

Gerard stops crying after a while and wipes his face using their blanket. He looks at Frank, who wipes a tear from his face, causing him to flinch. “I’m sorry-“ Gerard immediately apologizes. “Gerard,” Frank whispers softly. “Don’t apologize. It was my fault. What are you okay with?” 

Gerard is so close to crying again. Gerard pats the top of his head. Frank immediately understands, pulling him into a hug again and kissing the top of his head several times. 

 Mikey and Ray storm in. He had no idea they were even there. Mikey runs towards the bed and hesitates before hugging Gerard. Frank lets go of him and Gerard opens his arms weakly, indicating that he wants a hug. Mikey latches onto him and doesn’t let go for over five minutes.

Soon, Ray joins in. He is able to fall asleep and feel somewhat warm and comforted with all the people who he loves around him. 

After few hours pass, Gerard is wide awake. As if he knows Gerard woke up, his little brother enters the room, quietly on his tiptoes. “Hey you're awake! Did you get any sleep?” Mikey asks, sitting down beside him on the bed. “Mhm,” Gerard mumbles. To him, it feels like he lost his ability to speak. “Do you need anything?” Mikey asks, taking his brother’s hand comfortingly. Gerard points to the notebook that was on a nightstand. Mikey reaches over and gets it.

With a shaky hand, Gerard manages to write something in his scribbly handwriting.

‘A distraction.’

“Okay. So, I was thinking.... Ray and I... We want to have kids. But we want them to be both biological dads. Could you do some sciencey stuff? I remember you drafting the idea a few years back. No pressure, dude,” Mikey asks hesitantly. Gerard cracks a genuine smile, squeezing his brother’s hand tighter. He writes something down again.

‘I’ll see what I can do.’

Does this mean he would be uncle now? And isn’t it a bit early for them to have kids? They knew each other for years but they were apart for such a long time. 

Gerard had so many questions he decides not to ask Ray or his little brother.

Gerard knows that he would do anything for people he loves. He mentally promises to appreciate everyone in his life a little bit more. 

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Mikey is scared to death for his brother. What if he hurts himself and pretends it’s an accident again? Despite all of his worries, he manages to fall asleep somehow. 

In the morning, he is woken up by Ray. They are still at Gerard and Frank’s house. Neither of them want to leave until Gerard is somewhat able to function without constant cuddles and a notebook. Ray doesn’t say a word and leads mikey into the basement. Gerard is there, in his lab. The meat grinders were swept to the side, taunting them.

“We're going to become dads, Mikey!” Ray whispers in his boy’s ear. Gerard just notices their presence and spins around. Realizing it’s just them, he clears his throat. “So. I’m not going to guarantee that this will work or that nothing will go wrong,” he whispers with a pill in his hand. “But you can try. Now you need to figure out which one is going to carry the pregnancy out. The one who will be pregnant should take the pill and umm...” Gerard trails off, still whispering.

“Do stuff immediately after. The whole ninth month should be spent in the hospital because not delivering the baby with a C section could be fatal. There’s a room back there,” Gerard chokes out, pointing to his former clone sex dungeon. He takes his brother’s hand gently and drops the pill in it. 

“Good luck. I look forward to being an uncle,” Gerard weakly smiles. Mikey and Ray both scoop him in a tight hug, forgetting about what the doctors had said. Thankfully, Gerard is okay with hugs. “Thanks Gee,” Mikey says, almost shedding a tear. 

This is just a temporary distraction for Gerard. He knows he is going to go back to his previous state of despair in no time. But it at least it gave him something to do, a purpose. A way to help someone. He squeezes his nails into his palm and smiles, walking up the stairs.

“Mikey I was thinking... Maybe I should carry the pregnancy out. I’m bigger than you and you endured so much pain for me. And on the other hand, I left you, so this would be the least I can do to make it up to you. Now give me the pill, honey,” Ray says with his hand pointing to Mikey’s fist. “Hell fucking no!” Mikey says, stepping back, away from Ray and swallowing the pill before he could react. “Let’s do it now!” Mikey yells, grateful that his brother had confirmed that he had the whole basement soundproofed. “Did you really just swallow the whole goddamn pill?” the older boy says, raising his eyebrow. “I sure as hell did. Now get you ass over here and fuck me,” Mikey takes Ray’s hand and leads him to the room, locking it with every single lock that was on that door. This time, the taller boy didn't get any supplies from his bag apart from lube, which was strange to Mikey. Still, Mikey kissed Ray and started biting his bottom lip while undressing himself, undoubtedly getting Ray hard on the spot. “Okay let’s do it and make sure we do it right. Bend over.” Ray says, dominating. He knows that gets his boy rock hard every time. He didn’t even prep him. Just after lubing his length up, he shoves it up Mikey’s hole. Mikey screams. There is no pleasure there, just pure and raw pain. But he was still enjoying it. Ray is slamming harder and harder and Mikey’s hole is getting almost unbearably painful. The smaller boy is screaming in pain, louder and louder with his boyfriend’s every move, praying that Gerard hadn’t lied about the rooms being fully soundproof. His boyfriend starts pulling on his hair and that makes the boy scream and cry even louder. Mikey was still enjoying this, though. Eventually, Ray plants his seed inside his boy’s hole, letting out a low moan. 

Mikey turns around, wanting to kiss his boyfriend. Instead, Ray pushes him on the bed and lays next to him. “Looks like we're having a baby?” Ray says, looking at his boy and giggling. Mikey leans over his boyfriend and lightly kisses him. “Do you really think you will carry the pregnancy out, sweetheart?” Ray adds, stroking his boys hair and pulling him closer by the back of his head.

“I-I don't know. But I trust Gerard with the technology. And if you’re here to support me through it, I’ll be fine,” Mikey says, closing the small gap between them and sucking on Ray’s bottom lip.

 Ray tightly hugs him, still stroking his hair until smaller and hopefully pregnant boy falls asleep.

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Mikey gasps as his eyes scan the two words Gerard has written. His eyes immediately fill with tears that he tries to hold back.

You’re pregnant.

He was going to be a dad. 

Mikey laughs in joy, embracing his brother tightly. “Thank you, Gerard,” Mikey says, starting to cry. Gerard blinks back tears as he hugs his younger brother back. “I’m gonna go tell Ray,” Mikey takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes, starting to run into the living room, leaving Gerard in his room. 

“RAY!” Mikey screams, causing Ray to jump up. “What is it?!”

“I’m six weeks pregnant!” Mikey jumps onto Ray’s lap and hugs him. Ray makes an oof noise and processes what his boyfriend had said to him. 

“Oh my God, Mikey!” Ray whispers happily, starting to kiss Mikey’s cheek. 

“We’re gonna be dads!” Mikey wraps his legs around Ray and cups his face, making out with him. 

Gerard walks into the living room and clears his throat, looking at the ground as he walks into the kitchen and sticks his head into the fridge. Mikey immediately jumps off Ray and coughs, muttering an apology. “Be careful sugar, you’re carrying our child!” Ray puts his hands on Mikey’s belly, which did look a bit bigger than usual. Gerard walks over to them and sat in the armchair across from them, drinking milk straight from the carton.

“Gerard? You good?” Ray asks.

Gerard gives him an are-you-serious look as he chugs more milk out of the carton. 

“Right. I’m sorry,” Ray apologizes. Gerard shakes his head and writes something in his notebook, tossing it at Ray.

I’m gonna be an uncle :)

Mikey reads it and they both look up at Gerard, who was grinning at them. He then gives both of them a gift card to a kid’s clothing place and takes his notebook back.

Go get something nice for the little one

“Right now?” Ray asks. Gerard nods. Mikey gets up and awkwardly hugs him in the chair. Gerard tries to awkwardly hug back.

“Thank you Gerard. It means a lot that you care so much,” Mikey whispers, letting go of Gerard. 

“Frank’s out, though. Don’t you want us to wait until he comes back? We don’t want to leave you alone,” Ray says. 

Gerard scribbles in his notebook.

Don’t treat me like I’m your fucking child.

Despite his cold words, he smiles genuinely and ruffles his brother’s hair, showing them to the door. 

Gerard picks up Frank’s guitar shakily. He sits down on his bed and clears his throat. He knows exactly the song he wants to sing. It’s a song he wrote in his youth but never showed to anyone. 

He tunes it and plays a few notes. It didn’t sound perfect, but it was something.

He inhales, his whole body trembling. He can do this.

“She got the call

 And then she threw her jacket on

 And stormed off down the hall.”

He clears his throat.

 “They got the call

 And picked him up at 4AM

And tore off down down the road.

And all the angels say oooooooooh

Oooooooh oooooooh

You are all to blame.

Cause all the angels say

Oooooh oooooh

You are all to blame.”

Gerard was consumed by the music. He doesn’t hear Frank come in and sit down in the chair behind him.

“She went alone

And went to the emergency

And parked her car in the dark. 

They told her please

He only has but minutes more

You might just say goodbye.

Cause all the angels say ooooooh

Ooooooh

You are all to blame

Cause all the angels say ooooh

Oooo-ooooh

You are all the same.

And if you maybe figured out

Would you still explain?

And if she said she was sorry now

Would you still complain?

And if you open up your heart

And stay so far away

But you are all the same

And if you maybe find a better way

To love me then

You are all to blame.

Cause all the angels say oooooh

Oooooh 

You are all to blame

Cause all the angels say oooooh

Oooooo-oooooh

You are all to blame.”

He finishes his song, his voice straining and tears filling his eyes.

“That was beautiful.”

Gerard jumps up and the guitar falls to the floor, panicking at the sound. Frank looks him in the eyes. 

Gerard picks the guitar up and thrusts it into his arms, turning on his heels and storming away. “Gerard?” Frank asks. Gerard doesn’t reply. 

He feels furious that his boyfriend would just walk in on him like that without saying hello. He never wanted anyone to hear his song. He didn’t even like it.

He curls up in his armchair and self consciously hugs his knees. He hears Frank walk downstairs and up to him but decides to ignore it.

“Gerard, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked in on you singing.” 

Gerard continues to ignore him, burying his head in his knees even more.

“You have a beautiful voice,” Frank says gently.

He continues to ignore the shorter boy.

“I brought pumpkin pie.”

Frank is no longer being ignored. Gerard lifts his head up and looks at Frank expectantly. Frank sighs and gets him a slice from the fridge. He hands it over to Gerard and sits on the couch. Gerard gets up to sit beside him, eating the pumpkin pie. Frank puts an arm around Gerard, who flinches a little bit but melts into it. 

“You really liked it?” Gerard asks softly, filling his mouth with pie. 

Frank kisses the top of his head. “I loved it.”

“It made me feel like myself for a while,” Gerard softly admits. Frank side-hugs his boyfriend tighter. 

“Keep singing. I believe in you.”

 “What the actual fuck?” the doctor looks at Mikey in shock. 

“So I’m pregnant?” Mikey deadpans. 

“You’re a cisgender male, how the fuck are you pregnant?” the doctor hisses but not impolitely.

“My brother gave me a pill to make me pregnant. He’s a scientist. My boyfriend and I wanted biological kids so... Oh here he is!” Mikey’s face lights up as Ray comes in and plops down in a chair. The doctor sighs in confusion. In her nineteen years of being a  doctor and midwife, she never expected to see something like this.

“Alright. You wanted an ultrasound, correct?” she gives up. After he gave birth, she decided to switch careers and work at McDonald’s.

She puts the scanner and looks at the screen. 

She gasps in horror.

“What’s wrong? I don’t speak squiggle,” Ray asks, not quite making out what the ultrasound is saying to her. 

She collapses to the floor, out cold.

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The doctor's unconsciousness doesn't last for a long time. She wakes up after about 10 minutes. Mikey is still in the same position as he was when she fell while Ray is gone, looking for help. She scratches her head and fixes her hair up. “So, how many babies were you guys expecting?” she asks, still in terror. 

Mikey feels utterly confused. “Well we were expecting only one. Why, are we having twins?" 

The doctor laughs.

“Oh no my guy. You are carrying five babies in that non existent uterus of y-“ 

“WHAT?!” Mikey screams, pulling some of his hair out. “NOW WE NEED FIVE BABY NAMES AND FIVE CRIBS?! WILL THEY BE OKAY?” Mikey is still screaming. “Calm down. I’m sure it will be fine. If we track your pregnancy well, and you come to appointments once a week there’s barely any chance of anything going wrong.”

Ray storms in. “Mikey why are you screaming? Is there something wrong with the baby?” He is now looking at the doctor. “Well honey the thing is... We are having more than one baby-“

“Were having twins?! Oh my God that’s going to be so awesome! I can’t wait-“

“No Ray. We’re having quintuplets,” Mikey cuts him off. “What the fuck even is that?” Ray asks while tilting his head, making his luscious curls bounce. “You’re having five babies. You can clearly see five of them here if you look at it,” the doctor says, pointing to the ultrasound. Ray is dumbfounded. “Can we leave now?” he questions. The doctor nods in approval. 

The boys leave and drive in silence until smaller boy breaks it. “Are we going to keep them all?” Mikey asks in fear. Ray stays quiet until a stoplight where he leans over to kiss his little boy’s head. “Of course we are. I love you so much, and I love all five of our babies. I’m going to do everything to protect them,” Ray murmurs, his eyes glimmering with joy.

“What we going to name them? Any ideas?” 

Ray is still driving in silence. After a few more moments of silence he declares, “I think Kyle and Locker are good names for boys. No ideas for girl names yet.”

  Ray focuses on the road. Mikey thinks. “Locker is one unique name. I always liked the name Pomponia. It sounds so... I don’t know, but it sounds nice,” he says looking out the window. “We still have a while to figure it out,” Ray says as he pulls up to their family’s home.

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The clock flashes five oh three on a Saturday morning. Mikey is not feeling great, to say the least. At four months pregnant, he looks and feels bigger than an elephant who ate an endless supply of weight gain proteins. 

He kisses Ray’s curls as he climbs out of bed, struggling to fit into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Mikey throws on a beanie and walks out of their house, starting his car. Rubbing his belly, he starts the car and hits the gas. “Five more months, kids,” he sighs, talking to his unborn children. He doesn’t even register where he’s going, but some instinct in him takes him there.

Taking the key ring out of his car, Mikey exits and unlocks his brother’s front door without knocking or ringing the doorbell. Upon entry, he could hear his brother’s powerful voice yelling something.

Panicking, he runs up the stairs and stops when he realizes that Gerard is singing. He immediately recognizes the song as something Gerard calls “The Light Behind Your Eyes,” a somber song he wrote. His heart melts as he realizes Gerard and Frank are playing the guitar and singing  this early in the morning. 

He waits until his brother gives out one last faint line and hears him gasp. Mikey knows that Gerard is trying to contain his sobs. Feeling bad, he knocks on their bedroom door.

A moment later, Frank opens it and welcomes Mikey in. “Gerard?” Mikey asks softly. Gerard dabs his eyes with his sleeve and sets his guitar down to go hug Mikey. He pulls back soon though, pointing to Mikey’s belly. “He’s asking if that’s why you’re here,” Frank explains in a matter-of-factly way. “No. Kind of. These kids have been keeping me awake. I wanted to see what you guys were up to.” 

Franks glances over at Gerard who points to Mikey’s belly again.

“He wants to touch it,” Frank explains.

“Come again?” Mikey says, puzzled.

“Can he touch your belly? You know, the one with five of his nieces and nephews,” the short man laughs.

“Oh! Of course!”

Gerard places his hand over Mikey’s pregnant belly and smiles lightly. He closes his eyes, letting the peace wash over him. “How’s Ray?” Frank asks Mikey.

“He’s good. Kinda overprotective now that I’m carrying five of his children in a non existent uterus. Hey Gee, where the heck am I carrying them again?” 

Gerard shrugs, smiling. 

Ray wakes up and looks at his alarm clock. It shows 10:14 AM. He wonders why Mikey hasn’t woken him up, reaching for his boyfriend absentmindedly, only to be greeted by a cold, empty bed. Ray gets up and gets dressed, assuming that Mikey is in the living room. But when he goes downstairs, he does not see his boyfriend. “Mikey!!” he calls out. The curly man starts to panic. It was unlike Mikey to leave without saying anything. He runs around the house, checking every room and corner. As he gets outside, he sees that Mikey’s car is missing. “Shit,” he whispers, grabbing his phone and dialling 911. 

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Ray inhales shakily. “I can’t find my boyfriend anywhere! He just left and took the car and I’m worried because that happened to his brother not too long ago and he might be in danger-“

“How long has be been missing?”

“I don’t know! I woke up and he wasn’t there!” Ray panics.

“Have you tried calling him?” she says calmly. 

Ray pauses. “N-no.” 

“Could you do that?”

“Yeah uh... sorry for wasting your time. I’ll call back if I don’t get an answer.”

Ray hangs up, finding Mikey’s contract and hitting it. A minute later, he hears his boyfriend.

“Hello?”

“MIKEY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” He yells, worried. 

“At Gerard’s?” 

Ray sighs. “I called the cops,” he admits.

“What?”

“The lady told me to try calling you and ugh, I’m such an idiot,” Ray admits.

He hangs up when he hears Mikey’s sweet laugh echo the phone line. 

Ray rings the doorbell to Gerard and Frank’s house twenty minutes later. It was opened by his pregnant boyfriend. 

“Shit, Mikey,” he whispers, pulling him into a hug. “Please don’t scare me like that again. I was so so so worried,” Ray murmurs into the shorter boy’s ear.

“I’m sorry,” Mikey hugs him back as he strokes the back of his hair lovingly. “How are our little angels doing?” he asks, moving his hand down to rub Mikey’s belly.  “Restless. They take it from you,” Mikey smiles and pulls back, letting him into the house. “Hey Gerard, hi Frank,” Ray greets. The four of them sit in the living room, letting an awkward silence sweep the room. “Have you gone out yet, Gerard?” Mikey says faintly. Gerard shakes his head. He hasn’t been outside the house for nearly five months. Frank puts a hand on Gerard knee comfortingly and Gerard smiles. He gets up and walks to the front door, noticing the pitiful look in his brother’s eyes. Gerard opens the door and steps out, followed by everyone else. He spreads his arms out loosely and takes a deep breath, returning to the house. Everyone smiles at him. His usual sass was slowly coming back.  

Gerard takes Mikey’s hand gently and pushes him outside jokingly, gesturing to his car. “Are you telling me to go away?” Mikey asks. Gerard smiles and walks over to Ray, leading him over to his car without leaving the house. He waves ‘bye bye’ and close his front door, leaving Frank on the porch. “Why did he do that? Is he okay?” Mikey asks Frank. 

“I’ll check. Don’t worry about it guys, he’ll be okay. I’ll take care of him,” Frank promises. 

They smile and drive to their house.

“Can they hear us?” Ray asks, stroking Mikey’s bare belly. “Not yet. They will soon, though. Are you implying what I think you are?” Mikey responds.

“What are you thinking of?” Ray asks. The pregnant boy smirks and cups his face, pulling him in. “O-oh,” Ray says, flustered at the thought. He looks at Mikey’s belly again. “I mean... They can’t hear us and you can’t get more pregnant...” older boy trails off, blushing. “So it’s okay then,” Mikey confirms, pulling him up and walking up the stairs, twirling into Ray’s strong arms dramatically. 

As they enter the room, Ray pulls away from his boy. “I’m gonna have to be a bit more gentle with you this time, sweetheart.”

Mikey pouts at this statement, but he knows that his boyfriend is right. “Okay honey, sit down and take your clothes off,” Ray dominates. He gets out lube and some things that haven’t seen the light of day in a long time. Cat ears and a tail. Mikey almost chokes when he sees the new supplies. Really, they aren't new. The boys used them in their youth and Ray is very surprised by the fact that Mikey kept them, despite not using or looking at them for years. They remind him of all the nights he spent with his first and only boyfriend. “Are these the ones we used the first time we-?” he starts.

“Yeah, they are,” Mikey gets up as Ray took his boxers off and replaced them with beautiful pink lace panties. He attaches the tail to them, and puts cat ears on his boy. Mikey makes a little ‘meow’ noise that makes Ray admire his boyfriend even more. 

The boy’s stomach looks so disproportionate compared to his slender and still child-like body. Ray feels like crying at the sight of his very beautiful and very pregnant boyfriend. Instead of crying, he rubs the smaller boy’s belly and kisses his little mouth. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, frowning. The shorter boy just nods. He turns Mikey around, so his tummy wouldn't get in the way. Starting off with just one finger, Ray begins to prep Mikey. Pregnant boy almost screams, but surprisingly, Ray doesn't do anything about it. He is suspiciously gentle this time. After few minutes of prep, the older one rubs lube generously on his cock and slowly pushes into his boy. He throws his head back, making his curls bounce. 

Mikey turns his head around to see his boyfriend's sinful expressions. Ray begins slamming into the boys small and fragile body, the sounds of both of their moans filling up the air. 

Eventually, he fills up Mikey with cum. This is the gentlest Ray has ever been with him and he quite liked it, actually. Mikey won’t move from that position, so Ray pulls out and moves up to his boy’s face, gently kissing it. 

“My sweet boy, are you alright?” he says with concern, cupping his somehow still skinny looking face and stroking his sharp jawline. Mikey won’t let out a word, he just jumps out and hugs the bigger man. After some hugs and kisses, they are laying on the bed, Mikey still with his cat ears and tail on. Ray puts on some underwear and scoops his boyfriend up, caressing the back of his hair softly until they both fall asleep.

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The past few months were hard on everyone. Mikey is still in the hospital for almost a month now, and Ray sits next to him all day. Gerard is starting to recover, but despite that he still can't speak to strangers without breaking down. It’s the last day before Mikey’s C section, and Gerard joins Ray in the hospital. The boys all have a really bad feeling about it but are dismissing it as just worrying too much. 

They already talked about baby names, but they still couldn't figure out two other names for the girls. After days of scrolling through baby-name websites, Gerard gets an idea. “Why not name one of the girls Georgette?” 

The other three boys looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Where did that come from?" Frank asks, still holding his hand tightly. Gerard surprisingly enjoys having his hands held. It makes him feel safe and warm, especially when Frank is the one who’s holding his hand. “I actually like that name!” Mikey yells from his hospital bed. “Georgette it is, then,” the curly man says, cupping his boyfriend's cheek and gently placing a kiss on it. “We still need another girl’s name though,” the pregnant boy says. “Maybe we'll figure it out when she’s born.”

The nurse enters the room. “Michael James Way? Your C section is scheduled in an hour,” she says and exits. 

The hour goes by faster than usual. Ray is kneeling next to the hospital bed, almost cuddling his pregnant boyfriend and comforting him as much as possible. Soon, the doctors and the nurses come into the room, taking Mikey away. Gerard starts to cry. 

He had a bad feeling about this all along but in the past day it only got worse. He just wants to see his brother, nieces and nephews all alive and well. He is still curled up in Frank’s chest an hour later when orange haired doctor exits the operating theatre. “Mr Toro-“

“Yes?! Is everything okay?!” he jumps up and cuts the doctor off. “Come with me, please.”

Ray follows her down the hospital hallway. “So, Michael is somewhat fine. He’ll live, but he passed out and won’t be up for a good hour or so. And... One of the girls didn’t make it. I’m sorry for your loss. But the other news is that the ultrasound was wrong. Your boyfriend was carrying sextuples all this time and the sixth baby is male.”

Ray starts sobbing, with his head in his arms. “Doctor Williams! She’s alive!” The nurse yells from the operating theatre. “What?!” the curly man yells, with a smile on his face but his cheeks still wet from the tears. “Well, it looks like it was meant for you to have six children, Mr. Toro. Congratulations.” 

“Can I see them?” Ray asks.

“Michael has requested for you two to see them together. When he’s up,” the young doctor runs back in with a genuine smile on her face. Ray walks back to the other two boys. “We need another baby name. For the boy this time,” he says with a grin. "Name him Shitdick!” Frank says while his loud laugh echoes the hospital. Gerard is still crying, now with a slight smile on his face. His Frankie never failed to make him smile. “Wait, that’s actually a very cool name! Fuck it, my son will be named Shitdick-“

“Are you for real?!” Frank asks with a smile that looks like it’s about to take up his whole face. “Why the fuck not?!” 

“How’s Mikey?” Gerard asks softly, wiping his tears. “He’s out cold and I don’t think we can see him yet, but the doctor said he’ll be fine,” Ray informs him.

Gerard is now laughing. This is the first time he laughs so fully and genuinely since the unfortunate events. Ray and Frank look at eachother, Frank still having the same, even bigger smile on his face. They both hug Gerard, and surprisingly he hugs back. At this moment everything seems perfect. Gerard allows himself to melt into their arms.

The moment doesn’t last long, however. Gerard opens his eyes wide as he gets a set of flashbacks.

“Frank?” Gerard calls. 

“Hello,” Frank answers back. 

“I... I don’t mean to lead you on. Or be a creep. You know I’m seventeen, right?” Gerard panics. Frank laughs from the other end on the line. “Of course I do. And don’t worry, you’re not leading me on. Can we talk about this somewhere else? My parents are in the other room and I’d rather not... Haha, you know.”

“Of course. How’s about the fields? You know the ones we went to for our group hangout earlier?” Gerard suggests.

“Same place?” Frank asks.

“Yeah. See you in thirty,” Gerard confirms. Frank says goodbye and hangs up, giving Gerard a bit of time to panic even more. What if Frank kisses him again and he can’t stop, like last time? The ghost feeling of Frank’s lips lingers against his lips yet again. He decides he’s going to come prepared. He throws two picnic blankets and a condom in his bag, just to avoid worrying.

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“Hey,” Frank greets breathlessly. “You okay?” Gerard asks. “Yeah. My mom couldn’t drive me. I sprinted to make it on time,” the short boy explains. Gerard frowns. “Why didn’t you ask me to drive you?”

Frank catches his breath and looks at Gerard, but immediately looks away. “I feel bad. I felt like I shouldn’t have kissed you and I still feel guilty about it. I ruined everything and made it all awkward,” Frank sits on the ground. Gerard opens his backpack and lays down a picnic blanket, sitting on it and patting it down, gesturing for Frank to sit beside him. “You didn’t ruin anything, Frank. I’m sorry if I made it seem that way. You’ll never ruin anything, I swear. We could have sex and we will always be best friends-“ Gerard stops and realizes what he just said. He looks away and clutches his forehead in disappointment at himself.

“I’m sorry, are you asking for us to... Do it?” Frank asks. Gerard thinks for a minute. “Yeah, I think I am. I mean, I’m not gay or anything so if that’s a problem then of course not but... It’d be fun, right? I wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, and hey can we just forget everything I’ve said in the past five minutes?” Gerard rambles on. 

“No, I think we’re good. I’m not gay either but...” Frank’s eyes travel up and down Gerard’s body, eye-fucking him. Gerard notices what Frank did and blushes.

“Don’t you dare,” Gerard threatens jokingly, starting to laugh. Frank turns to face Gerard, climbing into his lap, his hand brushing a very tight area in Gerard’s jeans. “Wow, Gee. I didn’t even do anything,” Frank remarks. “Fuck you and your pretty face.”

Gerard pulls Frank in by the neck and roughly kisses him on the lips several times. Frank returns his rough kisses, holding the back of his head close. Gerard pulls away all of a sudden and Frank backs away a little bit. The older boy leans back in and kisses Frank again, this time very softly, dragging his tongue over Frank’s lips when he finishes. 

The smaller boy laughs, kissing Gerard again but shoving his tongue in Gerard’s mouth. As they continue to enjoy this, Gerard can’t help but feel that Frank was made for him and vice versa. He tries not to think about how he was oppressing his sexuality and how creepy their age difference was as his hands slip up Frank’s shirt.

“Wait,” Frank says unexpectedly. Gerard retreats immediately, afraid that Frank is uncomfortable. “It’s mid-winter,” Frank says. “Are we really going to have sex in a corn field in this temperature?” 

Gerard thinks for a minute. “I’m down if you are. Besides, it’s like, fifty.”

Frank nods, taking Gerard’s hand and putting it up his own shirt. Swiftly, Gerard pulls it off and takes his shirt away as well. Both boys look at each other sinfully for a while until Frank pulls Gerard into a hug. Gerard takes the opportunity to run his tongue over his friend’s neck, unexpectedly biting a spot. Frank hisses in pain and Gerard stops. “Did I tell you to stop?” Frank asks smoothly.

“Did I say you’re allowed to be so fucking hot?” Gerard retorts, sucking hard on Frank’s neck. Frank lets out a small moan as Gerard leaves hickeys over his neck and chest. 

“You take pain well,” Gerard comments. “Yeah,” Frank answers nonchalantly. Gerard leaves a few more hickeys on the young boy and stops, taking a hold of Frank’s hips. Frank takes a stand of Gerard’s hair and tucks it begins his ear. “Wait, Frank. Top or bottom?” Gerard asks. Frank’s laughter fills the cold, empty fields. “Vers,” he replies, rolling off Gerard. Gerard nods. “Me too.”

The taller boy pins the smaller one down by the shoulders and stares into his hazel eyes. “I guess I’m bottoming, then,” Frank says calmly. Gerard reaches for Frank’s pants and takes the chain off the left side, smirking. Frank closes his eyes and lifts his neck up, allowing Gerard to tie the chain around his neck and pull him up by it. Frank doesn’t make a sound or even gag at being dragged up and choked. “Frank?” Gerard asks softly. Frank looks into his eyes. “Am I hurting you?”

Frank shakes his head.

“Good,” Gerard pulls him forward and gently kisses his cheek. Gerard takes Frank’s belt and undoes it, gripping the button of Frank’s jeans with both hands. “Are you sure about this? It’s technically against the law-“ 

Frank shuts Gerard up with a kiss to his soft and slightly cracked lips. “If the law stopped everything we do, we would’ve been sitting in a basement eating chips and watching TV right now. That’s fucking boring. Besides, Romeo and Juliet were like, thirteen and seventeen,” Frank whispers onto Gerard’s lips. “Romeo and Juliet also fucking died,” Gerard whispers back. “Is that how it ends?” Frank asks. Gerard bursts out laughing, popping the button of Frank’s jeans off. 

Once both of them had their pants and shoes off, Frank runs both hands across Gerard’s perfect legs. “Why the fuck do you wax your legs?” Frank asks. Gerard shrugs, pulling his socks up. Frank giggles as his hand travels up the inside of Gerard’s thigh. Gerard takes his backpack from the side and pulls out a condom. 

“Do you just carry that?” Frank asks.

“You never know. Might meet someone worth handing my virginity to.” Gerard replies.

“Wait, you’ve never had sex before? Virginity is a dumb concept but I’m just surprised,” Frank raises his eyebrows. “Nope. Not even kissed someone before you. I’m winging it right now. You like?” 

Frank takes his hand. “Yes, I like.”

Nervously, he closes his eyes as he and Frank pull off their underwear. Gerard feels a bit awkward, being almost fully naked in front of his best friend. He sees Frank looking down at his cock them back up at his face, smiling. Gerard blushes, turning even redder than he was from the cold. His dick immediately went up at Frank’s touch. He looks away, allowing the smaller boy to stroke it gently. Frank chuckles, rubbing the tip with his thumb. “What’s so funny?” Gerard demands. Frank looks him dead in the eyes as he begins to pump his hand up and down Gerard’s cock slowly. “You’re cute when you get all blushy,” Frank remarks. When Frank stops doing that, Gerard recovers all his remaining top energy and pins Frank down, holding the chain down. He lets go and struggles to put the condom on, but Frank stays on the ground. “You need a hand?” he asks, holding his laughter back. “I’m g-OW!”

Frank can not contain his laughter. Gerard starts laughing too, but finally manages to put the condom on. As he turns around, the shorter boy tackles him to the ground, hugging his naked body fully and laying his head on Gerard’s chest. Gerard doesn’t say anything for another minute but Frank gets off and bends over. “Alright. I’m all yours, baby. I even took a shit before I came here,” Frank informs him. Awkwardly, Gerard grinds his crotch against Frank’s butt cheeks, causing frank to whisper a quick ‘nice’. 

“So, we don’t have any lube,” Gerard says. “Humans are animals too. Use your spit and hurry up already, I’m cold,” Frank smiles. Gerard sighs and sticks his hand in front of Frank’s mouth. The small boy takes his whole hand and starts sucking on it mischievously. Gerard pulls it back and starts.

He quickly licks Frank’s ass and puts a finger up it with no warning. He could feel Frank flinch under him, but Frank doesn’t say anything. He sticks another finger up there eventually, and then mostly pulls out. “I’m sorry,” Gerard whispers as he slams his dick into Frank’s tight ass. Frank squeals in pain, holding onto the blanket as tight as he could. Gerard takes it out a bit and slowly puts it in again, rubbing Frank’s chest with his spare hand. Frank moans very loudly. Gerard bit down on his lip as he forced Frank down into a kind of rhythm that worked out for both of them. “Oh God,” Frank moans as Gerard takes his dick and begins to give him a handjob while fucking him in the ass. Both of them end up cumming everywhere, although Gerard’s condom blocks most of it. When Gerard feels like they were in enough of a mess, he pulls out, removes the condom and ties it off, throwing it to the side and collapses backwards. 

“Ow!” he yelps. Frank, who was cleaning up his mess with the second blanket, turns around. “Holy shit, Gerard,” he whispers softly, sitting Gerard up. Gerard had fallen down on a particularly sharp rock, causing the space between his neck and shoulder top start bleeding. 

“Is it bad?” Gerard asks?

Frank climbs into his lap and starts licking the blood, grinding his crotch against the taller boy’s as he did it. A calming feeling swept over Gerard. He was going to be alright. Everything was going to be alright. 

...

“I need a shower,” Gerard announces, walking towards the bathroom. As he stops to close the door, Frank looks at him with puppy eyes. “What?”

Frank raises his eyebrow suggestively. “It’s cold and I also need a shower,” he explains. “Oh okay, do you want to go first then? I take a long time in th-oh. OH.” Gerard mentally curses himself for not getting it sooner. He opens the door further, letting a giggling Frank in. 

Frank helps himself to the bath, switching the running hot water on and plugging the drain. “Baths are better,” he informs Gerard while taking his shirt off. 

Once both boys were fully naked, Gerard lowers himself into the bath and moves over to make room for Frank. Frank sits down beside him, facing him. He takes Gerard’s hands in his and smiles stupidly. Gerard beams back, leaning over to drop a soft kiss on Frank’s lips. Pulling him down, Frank lays his whole body on top of Gerard’s so only their heads stay out of the water. He brushes a hand against the long scab on Gerard’s neck and Gerard winces. “That’s gonna scar,” Frank says. 

“Shit, how’d you know?” Gerard asks.

“My cousin’s a doctor. And I guess we both have something on our necks now, at least,” Frank smiles, indicating to the dozens of hickeys Gerard has left behind. Gerard blushes, his lower back into a hug and pulling him closer. 

“No, seriously. How am I supposed to go to school with this?” Frank says, laughing at the end. “Makeup?” Gerard asks. Frank rolls his eyes and kisses Gerard’s cheek before laying his head on the taller boy’s chest and drifting himself asleep. 

Gerard pulls away from the hug and lowers his shirt collar, tracing a finger across the scar he had completely forgotten about for years. A full and genuine smile lights up his entire face as he makes eye contact with Frank.

Chapter Text

The boys are still sitting in the hospital’s waiting room, waiting for Mikey to wake up. Barely an hour had passed but to them, it seems like centuries. Gerard is still curled up in Frank’s arms, and Frank’s grip is getting tighter and tighter. The doctor exits the operating theatre. “Michael is awake and stable, you can come in and see him and the babies,” she says. The boys get up, Gerard still holding Frank’s hand. It’s not like the shorter man minds at all. As they all enter the room, they see Mikey and an unusual number of cribs next to him. “Mikey!” Ray exclaims, rushing over and gently embracing his boyfriend. Mikey kisses him softly and holds onto him to get up.

They are about to name the children. “So, did you guys come up with a name for a boy and the third girl?” Mikey asks weakly. “My Frankie came up with a name for a boy. Who’s gonna tell him?” Gerard giggles. “Okay, I’ll do it since I came up with it. I made a joke about naming the kid Shitdick and uh... Ray liked it so now it’s on you.”

Mikey laughs really loudly and it makes all the doctors and the nurses in the room turn around. “Hell yeah! How did you even come up with that, dude?!” Mikey asks with a huge grin on his face. “It’s just Frank being Frank, you know,” Ray says, now helping Mikey sit down while stroking his hair and kissing his sweaty face. “Did you name the girl?”

Ray gets up and looks over the crib, the one in which his unnamed daughter is in. Frank and Gerard join him. “I think Karen would suit her well,” Gerard says. “Karen it is,” Mikey shrugs. They sit in silence next to Mikey for hours, taking turns holding the babies and laughing together. “This one likes me,” Gerard smiles as his niece cries when Gerard puts her down. He picks her back up and she stops crying. “Hi, Georgette,” he whispers softly, kissing her curly head.

“I think Gee and I should go to your house, so we get everything ready for when you guys come back. Gee?” Frank looks over to his boyfriend. The taller boy just nods and gestures Frank to hold his hand. Frank takes it, saying his goodbyes to his new family.

The drive back home is awkward and silent until Gerard decides to break it. “Frankie?” he asks quietly, attempting to hide his face so Frank wouldn't notice that he is blushing. “Yeah?” Frank says, focusing on the road. “I... I think I’m ready.” 

“Ready for...?” he asks, quickly shooting a glance at Gerard. “We haven’t... Done it in months. I was thinking that maybe we could, you know. Especially now that we got the surgery and have our parts back,” Gerard explains.

Frank is caught unprepared. “Are you sure, baby? I mean, will might make you feel bad and uncomfortable. I don’t want to hurt you, love. You should-“

“Frankie, stop. Please. It won’t. I trust you,” Gerard tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear. 

He looks out the window, getting hit with another flashback, continuing his series.

The next day, Frank and Gerard are seated in the back seat of Gerard’s car. Well, the car he shares with his parents. They don’t need it today, so Gerard takes Frank out to an abandoned area in the woods and sits beside him in the car.

Nervously, Gerard takes Frank’s left hand and kisses it gently. He cracks up as Frank blushes and looks away. 

“You can look at me when I fuck you and lie naked with you, but you can’t look at me when I kiss your hand innocently?” Gerard mocks jokingly. “Yeah, I can,” the smaller boy protests, swinging his leg over and sitting on Gerard’s thighs. He pins Gerard to the seat, roughly forcing his head back with a kiss. “I guess I was wrong,” Gerard smiles, rolling his tongue over Frank’s lips. Frank separates his face from Gerard’s and lowers his shirt to reveal the long scab. 

“How dumb do you have to be to fall on a weirdly placed rock?” Frank asks, lowering his head to place his lips over it. Gerard winces, both from the physical pain and mental pain of being so stupid. “Um. Very. You can... Reopen that if you want,” Gerard says awkwardly. Frank makes a clicking noise as he bites down on Gerard’s wound, reopening it severely. Gerard flinches hard, causing Frank to look up and kiss him in encouragement. The smaller boy dips his finger in Gerard’s blood, drawing a small heart on Gerard cheek in his own blood. Gerard shakily exhales, laughing airily. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Frank murmurs, sucking on Gerard’s neck gently and drinking his blood. “And you’re a fucking vampire,” Gerard replies back smoothly. Frank’s hand brushes his other cheek, cupping it tenderly. “Yeah, no shit,” he laughs. 

“You are the most kinky piece of shit I’ve ever met,” Gerard points out. Frank traces his tongue up Gerard’s neck and slips it into his mouth before replying. “Oh yeah? I’m also the only kinky piece of shit you’ve had the pleasure of fucking,” he smiles aa he lays his head in the crook of Gerard’s neck, covering his cheek with blood. “A real pleasure that was, knowing I could be tossed in jail,” Gerard answers sarcastically. Frank’s head shoots up. “One, was it not worth it? Two, you’re still at it,” Frank says seductively, grinding his crotch against Gerard’s. “It definitely was, and I’m well aware,” Gerard pushes his legs up, grinding back against Frank while pulling him down and licking his own blood off Frank’s cheek. 

Gerard’s hands make their way down to Frank’s belt and he undoes it slowly. He takes it off and Frank snatches it out of his hands. “Don’t choke me with it,” Frank whines, unzipping his jeans. Gerard takes off his own belt. “Is this better?” he holds up his belt. “Yeah,” Frank confirms. 

Frank gets off him and takes his pants off, Gerard doing the same. “The belt was a gift from my grandma. I’d feel bad,” Frank laughs. Gerard crosses his perfectly waxed legs and laughs. 

“So... What are we doing?” Frank asks. 

Gerard licks his lips and turns to face Frank, cupping his cheek and grinning from ear to ear. “Having sex in my parent’s car, if you’re down,” he says.

“I’m down,” the shorter boy says, reaching over to ruffle Gerard’s long hair. 

“This is a little bit wrong,” Gerard says as he removes his jacket. 

“We could stop if you’re not comforta-“

“No, I’m good. I still haven’t shown you how non-existent my gag reflex is,” Gerard grins. Frank does a fake gasp. “Are you saying that you’re going to suck my dick?” he flutters his lashes. “Well, yes. I am.”

“Hot,” Frank says, taking off his two shirts and tossing them to the floor of the car. “Don’t do your Misfits shirt like that,” Gerard begs, laughing. Frank picks it up and folds it, putting it on the front seat. Gerard looks out of the windows and determines that there is no one. Once he confirms that no one is near, he removes his shirt and places it nicely on top of his jacket, taking two condoms out of a drawer. “Why two?” Frank asks, fidgeting with the hem of Gerard’s underwear.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll just let it all spill in my parent’s car!”

Frank giggles, snuggling up to Gerard and hugging him tightly. Gerard extends his legs and hugs Frank back, starting to lick the hickeys he left on there the day prior.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Frank warns, biting his earlobe hard. “I’m supposed to go to school like this, you know,” he hisses into Gerard’s ear. Gerard laughs and pushes the younger boy away, taking his underwear off as he does it. He takes his own underwear off and takes a second to admire Frank’s small body. “Alright. I’m gonna suck your dick now,” Gerard announces, laying himself on his stomach and taking Frank’s cock gently.

He puts his lips to the tip and traces his tongue across. 

Without warning, he deep throats the whole thing and begins to suck. “Oh... Holy shit, Gerard,” Frank moans in amazement. Gerard continues to roughly suck on and bite Frank’s penis lightly as Frank strokes Gerard’s fluffy hair. 

After another five minutes of this, Gerard pulls away and wipes his mouth, not daring to look Frank in the eyes. He sits back up, rubbing his arms in nervousness. “Are you okay?” Frank asks. “Was that okay?” Gerard looks through the window. Frank moves closer to him and cups his cheek, forcing Gerard to look Frank in the eyes. “Okay? That was amazing. There’s no reason to be scared or anxious. It’s just me,” Frank whispers, pulling him in and kissing his lips softly. 

“You’re right. Sorry,” Gerard says unapologetically, grabbing the condoms and opening one. “That’s more like it!” Frank smiles, opening his. “I’m not gonna get anything on your car,” he promises. “You better not,” Gerard warns playfully, struggling to put his condom on. “You still don’t know how to put it on,” Frank points out, poking his cheek gently. Quickly, Gerard licks his finger while it’s there and resumes struggling with it. “I’ll get the hang of it eventually,” he grumbles. 

He does get the hang of it eventually.

“Turn,” he tells Frank. The smaller boy obeys, lifting his bruised neck up. Gerard picks up his belt and unexpectedly hits Frank’s ass with it. “Ow! Fuck, we’re going there?” Frank whines.

“You can ask me to stop,” Gerard says. “I don’t want to do anything that you don’t like.”

“No, keep going,” Frank tells him. Gerard stops for a second but hits him again. And a few more agains. And a lot more agains.

Frank shakily inhales, wiping his eyes quickly. “I’m sorry, Frankie,” Gerard says sincerely, moving him to kiss his back gently. “St-stop apologizing and fuck me already,” Frank hiccups, letting out a short laugh. Wordlessly, Gerard puts the belt around his neck and tightens it. 

Luckily, Gerard had poked holes around the whole length of his belt for sexual reasons prior. He tightens the belt it until he couldn’t anymore and loosens it a few notches to avoid choking him to death. 

“Good?” the taller boy asks, putting his hand out in front of Frank’s mouth. Frank nods, sucking on Gerard’s fingers. 

Gerard takes his hand back and licks Frank’s entrance before shoving a finger there. 

Eventually, Gerard gets his dick in Frank’s ass and Frank lets out a high pitched moan. Gerard wraps his legs around Frank’s body pushes in further. “Do that again,” he commands, stroking Frank’s cock as Frank moans again. As Gerard starts giving him handjob again, Frank grabs the condom. Both boys move in perfect sync, achieving an eventually painless feeling of pure bliss. Gerard takes a fistful of Frank’s hair as he pushes in further and yanks it, causing Frank to moan louder.

When they both reach their climax, they make sure to toss it all and keep it all in the condom. Gerard pulls out when Frank looks tired enough to stop, carefully removing the condom and tying it off. Frank ties his off too, tossing it in garbage bag Gerard had taped onto the door of his car.

He puts his underwear back on and waits for Gerard to do the same. When he does, Frank rolls down a window and sits in Gerard’s lap. He shakily exhales, struggling to breathe from the belt around his neck. Gerard takes it off and the smaller boy melts into his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he lets a tear roll down his cheek. 

All of a sudden, Gerard erupts into tears, laughing maniacally as he cries. He grips Frank’s hair tightly and pulls it. Frank struggles to push him off, but he eventually does it. “G-Gerard?” Frank asks, backing away. 

Gerard scoops him back in. “I-I’m scared,” he admits. “Of what?” Frank rubs Gerard’s arm comfortingly. “The law. My parents, my religion. Everything the church stands for. What are they gonna think of me now?” Gerard holds onto Frank tightly. Frank wiggles away. “Get dressed, and give me your eyeliner. And put of hand sanitizer.”

A little bit confused, Gerard starts getting dressed. “Listen, Gee. I can’t do shit about the law. And honestly, it’s useless. I know you’re not taking advantage of me, and I know we both want to be doing this. You should know though, the words of sexist, racist, homophobic old white men don’t matter. Especially not when they’ve been dead for thousands. The church is lovely, but it uses religion as a way to justify homophobia. What we’re doing isn’t dirty or wrong,” he pauses. “For the most part. Except when we’re making it dirty and wrong,” he jokes, smiling at Gerard. “But yeah. I know how you feel about me. I feel the same. We’ll worry about that later,” Frank finishes. 

Frank wipes his tears and traces over the heart he previously drew in blood with eyeliner. Moving to his other cheek, he draws an upside-down cross. “No one,” he says. “Can tell you who you’re allowed to love, fuck, or befriend.”

He pauses for a second. “Not minors though. Don’t fuck minors,” Frank kisses him lightly. Gerard chuckles, stroking Frank’s hair gently. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” he admits, whispering the words airily onto Frank’s lips. “I’ll always be here for you,” Frank whispers back, repeatedly kissing his lips peacefully. Gerard kisses the smaller boy’s nose with unimaginable softness, but stops and pushes Frank off somewhat gently, getting out of the car. 

Frank turns around to see what had startled Gerard. He sees a boy with a pastel hoodie with the sleeves cut off and a neon shirt covering his arms. He has bright, neon green hair. As the green haired boy approaches the car, Gerard goes to greet him.

“Awsten!” he smiles and waves awkwardly. He pulls Gerard into a half hug, ruffling his black hair. Frank steps out of the car. 

“Who’s this?” Awsten asks Gerard.

“Awsten, Frank. Frank, Awsten,” Gerard introduces. “Nice to meet you,” Awsten says genuinely. Frank smiles. “Likewise.” 

“What are you guys up to?” he asks.

“We... Talked in my car,” Gerard says awkwardly. His eyes scanned over Frank and Gerard’s bodies, taking in little details. “Ah, right. Talking,” he smiles, trying to contain his laughter. 

“Uh, listen, dude. I don’t know what you’re thinking but could you...” Gerard trails off as he sees Awsten do the motion for zipping his lips. “I did not see either if you here. Besides, what I don’t know can’t hurt me,” he says calmly. Gerard exhales a sigh of relief. “Thanks dude,” he says. “No problem! I have to go now, my mom’s expecting me home soon. I’ll see you at Ryan’s tomorrow, are you bringing Frank?” Awsten asks. “I don’t- He’s- Frank, do you want to go?” Gerard stammers. “Could you explain and then I’ll decide?”

Gerard shrugs. “That’s a maybe. I’ll catch you tomorrow, dude,” Gerard waves.

“See ya,” Awsten starts to walk away. “OH! And Frank!” 

Frank turns around to face the green haired boy. “Get a scarf or something!” 

Needless to say, they both go very red.

The rest of the drive is quiet until they pull up in front of Mikey and Ray’s house. As they enter the house, Frank pulls Gerard by the waist and takes him up to the guest room. Surprisingly, Gerard initiates contact as he starts making out with him. This is the first time they went further than peck on the lips for goodnight since the unfortunate event. Until now, even taking his clothes off before showering made Gerard uncomfortable. It still did, but Gerard feels as if this is the only way to make them go away and trap them deep in his untouched memories. 

Frank takes the bottom of Gerard’s shirt and looks at him uncertainty. “W-wait,” Gerard’s voice cracks. Frank immediately backs off, but Gerard pulls Frank in by the hips, wrapping his arms around Frank’s small body. He buries his head into Frank’s neck. “You don’t know how much I love you,” his voice cracks again. Frank hugs him back. “I think I do.”

Gerard pulls away, taking off his own shirt with a burst of fake confidence. He sits on the bed. Frank takes off his shirt and sits beside his boyfriend, placing a hand over his knee. “Are you sure you want this? Or do you just feel bad because you’ve been sexually inactive with me?” Frank asks. 

“I-Frankie. I do feel bad, especially since we used to be so close,” he whispers. “We are close, Gee. There’s more to love than-“

“Yeah, I know. But I also do want to. I miss the feeling of touching you that way,” he admits. Frank smiles at Gerard, taking hold of his belt and undoing it. Gerard takes Frank’s exposed back and rubs it, pulling him in close. “I’m sorry,” Gerard says. Frank hugs him back. “Gee, hugs are rad,” Frank reminds him. When Gerard pulls back, he goes back and undoes Frank’s belt. 

Frank reaches for his zipper and undoes it, with Gerard dipping the same. Gerard inhales, taking his pants off. “It’s okay, Gee. I’m right here,” Frank reassures. When Frank gets his pants off as well, Gerard moves into Frank’s body and gives him another hug. 

“I-I can’t,” Gerard says. “Do you want me to stop touching you?” 

Gerard shakes his head. “I’m okay. I just...” he didn’t know how to explain.

“Baby. Baby, it’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m here for you. Talk to me, angel,” Frank strokes Gerard’s cheek.

“I... I’m not there for you and I barely talk to you. Do-do you... Still love me?” he asks uncertainly. Frank gasps and pulls him in tighter. “Gerard Arthur Way. I love you so, so fucking much. Nothing will ever change that,” Frank breathes into Gerard’s ear. “You seem sad. I’m sorry, Frankie. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says sincerely. 

“Baby, shhh. It’s okay. You’re fine, you’re safe, you’re loved. Okay?” Frank kisses Gerard’s cheek. “O-okay.”

“Do you want to continue?” the shorter one asks, rubbing Gerard’s back. “Yes, please.” 

When he lets go, Gerard starts talking again. “Remember the first time we...?” he coughs at the end on purpose. “You said vers,” Gerard points out. “Still am,” Frank confirms. “Top me,” he says all of a sudden. 

“Gerard, what? Are you okay?” 

“No, Frankie. I’m not. I’m far from okay. But please believe me when I say that I do want this,” he whispers. Frank takes his hands and kisses them lightly. “It’ll be okay, baby. I love you,” Frank says before managing to get his and Gerard’s underwear off. He hears Gerard hold back a choked sob, but Gerard was smiling. 

Taking a hold of Gerard’s face, he gently pulls it forward and kisses his cheek softly.  “I love you too, Frankie,” Gerard whispers into Frank’s hair, rubbing along the smaller boy’s arm. 

Frank caresses the inside is Gerard’s tight, moving himself to sit on his lap. Gerard let him do it, knowing that Frank would never hurt him. “Do you want me to do it now?” Frank asks. When he sees Gerard nod, he takes out a condom and puts it on almost effortlessly. Gerard eyes him weirdly. “How the fuck?” he asks. Frank smiles, rubbing Gerard’s knee. 

Frank gently pushes his shoulders down and lies him on the bed, getting no protest from him. Gerard looks up and smiles as Frank dips down to kiss his lips again. 

He softly adjusts Gerard in the right position and puts his fingers beside Gerard’s mouth. Gerard sucks on them, getting his spit all over Frank’s fingers. This was their thing now, they’d done it many times before. Gerard remembers this was how they did it in their youth, twice.

Slowly, Frank’s hand makes its way down to Gerard’s hole as he looks into Gerard’s eyes. “Don’t look at me when you do that,”  Gerard says. “Wh- Do you want me to stop? Is it..?”

“No, Frankie. Looking people in the eyes before you’re about to finger them is just creepy,” Gerard points out, laughing at the end. “O-oh,” Frank’s face flushes a deep shade of red but he continues.

Frank proceeds to get his finger up there, causing Gerard to squirm and hiss out in discomfort. Frank pauses, and strokes Gerard’s cheek with his other hand as he sticks a second finger in. 

“Do you want me to keep going?” he asks quietly. “Y-yes.”

Frank puts a third finger in and Gerard whines. “I think that’s good,” he gasps out. 

Frank apologizes to him as he widens the opening and proceeds to shove his dick in Gerard. “Ah,” Gerard said. Frank couldn’t tell what tone it was, but he guessed it was probably pain. Gerard started laughing as he closes his eyes and looks towards Frank. “Keep going,” he says. Frank fucks him harder, causing Gerard to moan and grip his forearms. Gerard forgets the next little bit, but he remembers the warm, sunshine feeling of being intimate and being loved.

When Frank pulls out, he gets up and gets dressed and goes out of the room. Gerard gets dressed as well. “Frankie?” he calls out. Frank comes back with an eyeliner pencil and sits next to Gerard, who was sitting on the bed awkwardly in a sweater and sweatpants. “Hold still, pumpkin,” he says. Gerard doesn’t move and he closes his eyes.

When Frank finishes applying the eyeliner, he looks in the mirror and gasps.

On his cheeks laid an upside-down cross and small heart.

Frank hasn’t forgotten. 

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Gerard awakes as Frank’s dream ends. No, not dream. Memory. Of when he was just seventeen. When all of them were around seventeen.

Gerard feels himself shaking all over. His Frankie was remembering this all happen. It had all happened. It was weird, though. There was no point of view given, again. It was like he relived those memories from a separate account, but his own account as well. And Frank’s account. 

He gets up and starts to softly cry, wiping his lips rapidly as he takes in every detail he’s witnessed.

“Last day before we all die, huh?” Billie says, leaning over the counter and applying more eyeliner. Ryan groans, dramatically throwing his legs over the side of the bathtub. “Fuck school,” he exclaims, taking another sip of beer. Billie looks over at him, eyeliner still in hand. “Why are you sitting in the bathtub?” 

“I’ve been here for an hour and I’m too lazy to get up,” Ryan explains. Billie finishes making himself look like a skeleton and offers Ryan his hand. He takes it, stumbling upwards. “Don’t die,” Billie tells him, walking through the open door. Both of them rejoin the group, lounging in the living room. 

“You got him out of the bathtub!” LynZ laughs, pouring herself a drink. 

“Do we have a designated driver?” Cody asks before Billie can reply. “Yeah, me,” Awsten raises his hand and grins, running it through his lettuce coloured hair. 

“Ryan, where do you keep the vodka?” Pete asks. Ryan points to a brown cupboard as the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it,” Cody says, running to the door. 

“Gerard, hi!” Cody says. “Hey Carson,” Gerard finger-guns, strutting in and striking a dramatic pose. A short kid follows him in, politely waving at Cody as he tails Gerard nervously. The gang started clapping sarcastically. “Who’s the kid?” Pete asks suspiciously.

Gerard throws am arm around Frank’s shoulder and pulls him in. “This, my friends, is Frank Iero,” he introduces.

“That’s Frank?” Billie asks. 

“How tall are you?” LynZ yells over the noise. “Four eleven,” he replies back nervously. “Introduce yourself!” someone calls out at him. An uncomfortable silence sweeps the room. 

“I’m Frank. Gerard’s... Friend. I’m 4’11” and thirteen years old. I play guitar and skipped a grade,” he briefly introduces. 

Everyone shrugs him off as okay to hang around and they all sit down.

“Make a circle, kids,” LynZ commands jokingly. “What are we doing?” Gerard and Billie say simultaneously. 

“Not gonna lie, you two sound the same,” Pete points out. Everyone gives words of agreement as Ryan and Awsten fetch the booze and lay it on the counter. “What is this, spin the bottle?” Cody asks.

“Truth or dare,” Lynz corrects.

When all of them take as much alcohol as they want, they arrange the furniture into a circle and sit down. 

Billie starts. “Awsten, truth or dare?” 

“Dare!” the green haired boy yells out, almost too excitedly. Billie looks over at the alcohol table then back over at Awsten. He sighs, getting up and dropping his finger into a drop of beer and licking it. “I was about to say do three shots but nah,” Billie says. Awsten sits back down and looks over. “LynZ, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Is it a good idea to make a bat out of teeth?”

LynZ looks at him with a confused glance. 

“Yes. I think it is. Ryan, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Who’s that one weird kid you keep talking to and won’t tell us?” LynZ interrogates. 

Ryan takes a huge sip of beer. “Brendon?”

“Urie?” Pete asks. “Yeah.” 

LynZ nods. “Gerard, truth or dare?”

Gerard thinks. “Truth.”

“Who’s your crush?”

Worrying, he scans the possibilities. He chooses a safe option. “Well,” he chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry,” he mouths to Frank.

“I’ve had a thing for LynZ for a while,” he says casually. LynZ looks up at him, surprised. The whole room went silent.

“Don’t worry guys, I like him too,” she chuckles. 

Shit.

He didn’t even register anything as LynZ walks up to him and kisses him on the lips. “Of course I’ll date you, silly! There’s no reason to look so worried!” LynZ giggles as she sits on his lap. Gerard puts on a fake smile. 

As the night goes on, LynZ becomes more and more touchy with Gerard, who is now officially her boyfriend. 

Every time they touch, Frank feels another small spike jab into his heart. Gerard feels the same way too, but doesn’t say anything. Eventually, the games end and the gang goes to sleep in random areas of the house. 

Of course, they made sure LynZ and Gerard were nowhere near each other because Ryan’s parents said that sex wasn’t allowed in their house. They have a full two hours until Awsten would drive all of their drunk asses to school. Luckily, they all brought their school clothes and backpacks like the smart children they were.

Gerard ends up in the basement, closing the door and laying on the carpeted floor. 

He closes his eyes when he hears the door open and shut behind whoever just came in. The figure sits beside him and pokes his cheek. “Frank,” he says, getting up with a sigh of relief. 

“What the hell, Gerard?” Frank asks softly. His words hurt Gerard, although he understood they had to be said. “We agreed it meant nothing-“

“And we both know that’s not the case. If you want to hide from who you really are, you can. I’m not trying to stop you. I just want you to know that I lo-“ 

Frank got cut off by Gerard colliding his lips into Frank’s. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, taking Frank’s hand. 

“It’s okay, Gerard. We’ll always be best friends,” Frank pulls him into a tight hug.

“Have fun with your new girlfriend,” he says without any hints of venom. Frank lays down and closes his eyes, trying to forget everything that just happened.

                                ...

“Guys, I’m gonna drop Frank off at his school. Pete, see you in First. I’ll see y’all at lunch,” Awsten says, letting the gang out of his too small car. 

Everyone says their goodbyes, and Awsten tells Frank to move up front. Frank does so, looking out the window awkwardly. “So. I got you a gift,” Awsten says unexpectedly. “Open the drawer in front of you.”

Frank opens it, taking a gift wrapped package. “You can open it,” the green haired boy says, focusing on the road. Frank opens it and takes it out. “Bastard,” Frank says. He can’t keep a straight face any longer, and he bursts into laughter.

“Makeup doesn’t last forever, kid. Put that shit on,” Awsten says with a laugh. Frank thanks him, putting the obnoxious bright green scarf around his neck and tying it off. 

When they get to Frank’s school, Awsten hands him a piece of paper. “Open it after I leave,” Awsten says. “Awsten I... Thank you so much. I hope to see you soon,” Frank smiles. Awsten smiles, opening his car.

Frank gets out of the car and watches it drive away. He opens the piece of paper.

5:00PM TODAY FOREST ENTRANCE CALL IF CONFUSED -AWSTEN KNIGHT

Call what? He turns it over and sees a number scribbled in the same blocky, capital writing. He pockets the note, making sure to remember to be there. 

Frank sits on the curb in the forest’s parking lot. He checks it watch, and it reads 4:57. He doesn’t know why, but he feels a pang of uncertainty and perhaps even fear. What if Awsten had actually made a bat of human teeth and was going to cave Frank’s head in with it? Or worse, what if he was going to use Frank’s teeth to make the bat he keeps talking about?

Frank brushes those thoughts away, deciding that Awsten’s intentions were pure. A car pulls up a minute later, and Awsten steps out. “Hi,” he greets sheepishly. “Hey,” Frank says, getting up. He locks his car. “We’re going for a walk,” he says, still smiling. Frank doesn’t protest. 

“So, you’re probably wondering why I asked you here.”

Frank nods, keeping his eyes on the light layer of snow beneath him. “I’m worried about you,” the lettuce haired boy says unexpectedly. 

“Come again?” Frank asks. “I said, I’m worried about you.”

“No, I heard you the first time. But why?” the shorter boy asks. Awsten looks around and continues. “I know certain things,” he says. “That’s... Mildly concerning?”

“Not like that. I have a talent for psychology. I interpret body language, tone, and emotions. Like, really well. I can share these with you, if you’d like,” Awsten says gently. “O-okay?”

Awsten inhales. “You love him. When something comes in between you two, you feel the needles sticking into your heart, don’t you? You’d do anything for him,” he pauses.

“He loves you too. In the same way. You’re afraid that he’s taking advantage of you and lying, but you wouldn’t dare tell anyone. He’s not taking advantage of you. He lied about liking LynZ to protect himself and you from judgement. He doesn’t love her at all. His heart’s set on you,” Awsten speaks softly. Frank doesn’t even notice that tears were streaming down his face.

 “I... I do,” Frank whimpers. “B-but... I can’t be with him.” 

“He’s afraid of what others think. Not just about being gay. He knows he’d still have the people that matter if he came out. He’s also most certainly afraid of the law, with you having just turned thirteen,” Awsten says. Frank squeaks. “I’m not judging you, there’s no need to panic. I understand.”

Frank let out an audible sob and sat on the bench.

“Do you want my advice?” the taller boy asks. Frank nods, still crying. Awsten sits beside him and cups his cheek gently, turning Frank’s head to face him. He dries Frank’s tears with his sweater’s sleeve, which was unbelievably soft. 

“Let him go,” Awsten whispers, releasing Frank. Frank can’t keep his emotions in anymore. He bursts into tears, burying his face in his hands. The taller boy moves his tiny body and embraces it tightly. He sobs on Awsten’s shoulder for another five minutes, mourning his one shot at a relationship.  

He moves away, wiping his eyes. He looks back at Awsten’s shoulder. “Oh... I’m so sorry-“ Frank starts. Awsten looks down at his shoulder, noticing the eyeliner stains. Awsten makes a shushing noise and traces over Frank’s eyes with his sleeve, wiping all the eyeliner away. He proceeds to take his sweater off, revealing a hoodie underneath. “Don’t worry about it. Should we go get pizza?” Awsten offers. Frank nods, correcting his breathing.

They sit in a Awsten’s car and drive to the pizza place. “How are you?” Awsten asks.

“Better,” Frank answers. “Thank you for everything,” he adds.

“Don’t worry about it. I just want to see you happy.”

“But you barely know me,” Frank says. “Why do you care?”

Awsten waits a moment. “Well... I care because I’m like that. We could change the fact that I barely know you, right? Could you stay over tonight?”

Frank thinks for a moment. “Are you trying to befriend me or...”

“God! No! I just want a friend here, nothing else! That’s, eugh,” he sticks his tongue out and Frank giggles. “Okay, I’ll ask my mom.”

They pull into the pizza place, and sit inside as they wait for their two pizzas. Frank’s mom says it’s okay for him to stay at Awsten’s, so they grab their pizzas and head there. 

“So, what are your hobbies?” Awsten asks. “I play guitar and I sing a little bit. I also do photography. You?”

“Hairstyling, fashion, guitar and singing,” he smiles. “Hey, we could do a song together.”

“Really? Frank asks. “Why not?” 

Frank smiles. He has a new friend.

“Hey, where do you live? We can go pick up your guitar,” Awsten says innocently.

Frank tells him the address and they drive there.

“Do you want to meet my parents?” Frank asks. Awsten gets out of the car and mumbles a yeah sure as Frank unlocks the door. 

“Mom, dad, hi!” Frank greets. Frank’s mom walks into view, smiling at her son. “I thought you were staying at a friend’s?”

Awsten steps out of the shadowed doorway and waves. “I thought you could meet the friend I’m staying with. I’ll go get my school bag and guitar,” Frank says, walking to greet his dad.

“Wow... Your hair is...” Frank’s mom starts. 

“An eyesore?” Awsten grins, extending good hand. She shakes it, smiling and nodding slightly. 

When Frank comes downstairs, his mom and Awsten were having a conversation. “Oh, Frankie, I almost forgot! I made cookies earlier and packed some for you, here you go!” she hands him a container full of cookies. “Thanks mom! We’ll be off then, I love you,” Frank says, walking towards the door. 

When they arrived to Awsten’s house, it was 10pm. The two of them decided to go mess around the mall for a while.

“So, my parents are probably asleep. They let me have friends over in the basement  because it’s mostly soundproof, so we’ll go watch some trashy movies and eat pizza for a while then go sleep. Is that okay?”

Frank smiles. “Yeah. Thank you so much, Awsten. I mean it.”

Awsten shows him to the basement, flopping on the couch and kicking his shoes off. “Are those Ninja Turtle socks?” Frank asks. “Yes.” Frank smiles and sits down beside Awsten as he switches the television. 

He opens the pizza and they eat in silence, watching the trashy horror film on the TV. 

“You can take off the scarf, you know. No one’s gonna walk in,” he says softly.

Frank takes it off slowly and winces when he accidentally hits one. Awsten paid no attention, probably to spare him embarrassment. 

“You look like you need a hug,” he says. Frank nods. The taller boy moves over to him and scoops his whole body up, pulling Frank into his lap and cuddling him. “You’re gonna be okay,” Awsten whispers as Frank leans back on him while still in his lap. He melts his whole body into Awsten, who hugs him and strokes his hair. Frank starts crying softly again, falling asleep to the sound of his new friend’s heartbeat. 

Frank awakes to the feeling of being moved to the side. “Whattimeisit?” he slurs, rubbing his weary eyes. “Like, four. In the morning,” Awsten replies, getting up. “Wh-“

“Guitar time!” Awsten excitedly says. 

Frank gets himself up and takes out his guitar, cracking his wrists. “Okay so. I noticed that you’re really huggable,” Awsten points out. Frank puts the guitar down and throws himself into Awsten’s arms, wrapping his own arms around Awsten’s body. “Yeah, what’s up with that? Do you like, go to hugging lessons?” 

Frank laughs and lets go of him, taking his guitar and sitting down. “That’s confidential,” he says, tuning it.

Frank strums his guitar one time and begins to play a somber, tragic song.

Soon, Ray and Mikey are out of the hospital. Even with help, carrying six infants isn’t easy. As they pull up to the house, Ray honks the horn loudly for Gerard and Frank to get out of the house. As he does that, all the six infants start crying. “Ray, you fucking moron,” Mikey sighs at him, but still laughs.

Gerard and Frank emerge at the door car door. They realize that the kids are crying.

“We’ll put them in their cribs,” Gerard almost yells over the noise. Mikey and Ray are surprised by how quickly Gerard got attached to his nieces and nephews, despite only spending a few hours with them. Gerard takes Georgette while Frank carries Shitdick and Kyle, while the new parents are still sitting in the car. On their next trip to the car, Gerard picks up Locker, while the shorter man carries Pomponia and Karen and lay them in cribs.

As the other two get out of the car, Ray suddenly scoops his boyfriend up bridal style. Without saying a word, Mikey cuddles up in taller man’s chest, putting his arms around Ray’s neck. As they come closer to the house, Ray sees his friends making a face at them. The face could be described as them going “aww” uncontrollably.

 Frank opens the door. “Aww, look! A seventh baby!” he giggles. Since it’s late, they rest the kids upstairs and get them all fed and asleep.

All of them know that one of them will start crying soon, so they savour every moment of sleep they could get. 

“Frankie?” Gerard says softly. “Mhm?”

“I’m gonna call all of our high school friends over,” Gerard proposes. Frank’s hand moves up and brushes over Gerard’s cheek. “Go to sleep, kitten. We’ll talk about it in the morning. I love you,” the smaller man closes his eyes. “I love you too, Frankie,” Gerard replies, drifting off.

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he doorbell rings out once again and Frank opens it. “Holy-“ he gasps out, noticing the taller man’s hair. “Frank!” the neon green haired man says, scooping him into a hug, lifting and twirling him. Frank hugs him back. “Oh my God, Awsten!” Frank lets go, running his hands through Awsten’s hair. “It’s... Exactly the same,” Frank points out. “I dyed it green just for this! It was lavender, then blonde, then blue but when I heard we’re all getting back, I wanted to look how you guys remembered me,” he says with s hands around Frank. Gerard steps in, smiling politely at Awsten. Awsten extends out his other hand, and Gerard joins the hug. “You two look so different!” Awsten says, letting go of them. “Right? We have so much catching up to do!” Gerard grins, leading Awsten into the living room where Pete and Cody were sitting. They all greeted each other. 

“We’ll get the drinks when the other two arrive. It shouldn’t be too long now, Billie and Ryan aren’t usually late,” Frank says, hopping over and sitting himself on the kitchen counter.

“Two? What about LynZ?” Cody asks.

Gerard visibly flinches at the name as he looks over at Frank and shakes his head slightly. “We don’t... Talk to her anymore. Uh. Trust us, you don’t want to either,” Frank explains. 

The doorbell rings again, just in time to avoid awkward conversation. 

Gerard gets up to get the door and opens it. “Billie!” he says, fist bumping and pulling him into a hug. He noticed that Billie still has a lot of eyeliner on. “Hey dude! How have you been?” Billie asks. “Good, good! The others are in the living room, we’re just waiting on Ryan,” Gerard says, leading Billie into the room. Gerard hears a series of loud knocks on the door and goes to get it. 

“Ryan?” he asks. Although Ryan looks really similar to when he did before, the look in his eyes was different. He wore his usual vest and button up shirt and hat, but his eyes look tired. Drained, traumatized, and terrified. Yet he still grins. “Hey,” he greets, shaking Gerard’s hand. Gerard notices that his hand was trembling. “Are you okay?” Gerard asks, pulling him into a hug. “Yeah, I am.”

Gerard decides not to press further.

“Alright gents, looks like the whole gang is back together!” Gerard announces, leading Ryan into the room. Ryan opens his mouth in confusion but Frank cuts him off with a throat cutting motion, raising his eyebrows in Gerard’s direction. 

“Alright! Drinks!” Frank announces. 

Everyone gathers around the counter as Frank pulls out every drink in the house. Once he sets milk on the counter, Ryan physically flinches, causing Cody to rub his shoulder gently. 

Everyone pours themselves a drink and sits down in the living room in a circle. “Okay so we were thinking that... we could go in a circle and talk about our lives? Anything that matters,” Gerard says to his group. “Who wants to start?” Frank asks.

“Gerard starts, go clockwise,” Pete suggests. Gerard shrugs and takes a sip of orange juice.

“So... As you can tell, I live with Frank. My... My boyfriend.”

The group ‘aww’ed and smiled at the two of them. “I’m a full time scientist, although I do jack shit all day. I play guitar and sing for fun and I helped my brother have kids. Wait, that sounds wrong. I gave him a pill so he could get pregnant. He had sextuplets and I’m an uncle now,” Gerard smiles. The group reacts surprisingly well, laughing and joking at what he said prior. “Wait, Mikey?” Pete asks. “Yeah Mikey. Why?” 

Pete laughs. “I had like, the biggest crush on him in high school,” he admits. “Great, so we all turned out some variation of gay and slash or dead inside,” Gerard laughs.

He looks over to Frank who was sitting practically on top of Awsten to his right. 

“I’m still the same Frank Iero, except I’m five foot six now,” he says. His friends cheer. “Recently I’ve been at home a lot with Gerard, I work in campaigning and selling what Gerard makes, but I don’t do much, either,” he concludes, looking over at Awsten who’s head was just above his. 

“Awsten MOTHER FUCKIN’ Knight! I make hair dye and tooth bats and sing and play guitar. I also study psych for fun! I dye my hair weird colors too, I went back to green when Gee told me about this. I still don’t drink or do drugs and I’m still single, ha ha,” Awsten introduces, looking over at Pete next to him. 

“Pete Wentz. I exist,” Pete says. Everyone looks at him expectantly. “I do music, but also pretty much anything else I see an opportunity for. I’m single at the moment,” he says, turning to Billie.

“Holy shit, we all do music, don’t we? I do music as well, I have been for a while. I’m married, have been for a while. Let’s see, I still wear a fuckton of eyeliner,” he laughs. Everyone else joins in, turning to Cody. 

“Oh dang, I do music too! I’m in a band and I do vocals and a bunch of other stuff and it’s super fun! I’m currently engaged with my longtime girlfriend and I don’t have any kids,” Cody turns to Ryan.

“What’s the band?” Ryan asks him. “Set It Off,” Cody replies. Ryan nods. 

“What a coincidence, I also do music. I live with Brendon- yes weird kid Brendon. We’ve been dating for a while,” he says somewhat bitterly. “Is everything okay?” Awsten asks suspiciously. If Awsten picks up on something, it’s there.

“Yeah, it’s chill. Just a tad bit stressed from work but hey, that’s the adult life,” he brushes off. Everyone looks at him uncertainly as he downs four shots of vodka like it was nothing. 

“We act like children,” Frank laughs, putting a +4 down. “Green.”

Awsten looks insulted.

“What the fuck, Frank?! I trusted you!” Awsten yells, clenching his fist. Frank laughs harder as Awsten picks up four cards and begins to laugh as well. 

The games go well. They end up in a group session of pair Monopoly, with Gerard being the banker. The game lasts for over three hours, but Pete finally wins after Billie lands on his biggest property.

They decide to meet up at the mall a week later, and everyone eventually goes back home.

Awsten stays a little bit longer to talk to Frank about something, and Ryan goes to the bathroom. As Gerard passes by the bathroom, he could hear Ryan’s shaky voice talking to someone. He picks up a part of Ryan’s conversation.

“Bren, I’m so sorry. If you would just listen to-“ and he stopped talking. 

“Y-yeah.”

“It was only four shots, Bren.”

“No! I would never, I swear!”

Gerard knocks on the door. “Someone’s here. I’ll see you soon,” he says, opening the door. “Hey Gerard. Brendon’s picking me up in fifteen, I’m going now, thanks,” Ryan smiles, pushing forward and walking away. Gerard takes his wrist gently. “No,” Gerard tells him. “No what?” Ryan tries to get his wrist back, but Gerard’s grip was too strong. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Gee,” Ryan pulls his wrist back to him. “I know something is wrong. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s on you but I’m just trying to help. I’m here for you, you’re my friend,” Gerard says reassuringly. He begins to walk away.

“He’s gonna kill me,” Ryan chokes out. Gerard rushes back to him and holds onto him. “Who?” he asks, walking Ryan over to his room and sitting him on the bed. 

Ryan was now sobbing and holding onto Gerard. “Bren,” he continues to cry. “Why?”

“I-I told him I’m going to the mall. He told me not to drink and I-I forgot. He was screaming on the phone and he t-told me he’s fucking done,” Ryan rubs his head. “Why does he control what you do?” Gerard asks. Ryan shakes his head, crying into Gerard’s shoulder. He rubs Ryan’s back comfortingly. “We won’t let him hurt you. Does he do that a lot?” Gerard asks softly. 

“Kinda. He never hits me or anything... But he yells and gets angry a lot over nothing. And he cheated on me twice. And he doesn’t let me drink or take my meds or talk to friends,” Ryan holds onto Gerard tighter. Before Gerard could reply, the doorbell rings. 

Ryan lets go off Gerard and blinks rapidly, trying to get the tears away. Fifteen? This was barely two.

Gerard gets up and goes to open the door. 

He’s greeted by a man in a sparkly golden suit and top hat around his height. “Hi. Brendon, right?” Gerard asks politely. “Yeah. You’re that mad scientist I went to school with. Where is he?” Brendon says, hostility washing over his mesmerizing voice. Just then, Ryan walks into view. “Ryan. Get in the car,” he says coolly. “Leaving already? Why don’t you stay for a drink or something?” Gerard makes an excuse. Brendon glares at Ryan but Ryan looks away. “I said, get in the car.”

Ryan freezes in place. 

“Okay buddy, I need you to cool down and shut the fuck up. He’s clearly terrified, you’re hurting him. Could you please stop and talk it out instead?” Gerard asks. 

Brendon looks at Gerard with a pang of what looks like guilt in his eyes. It isn’t guilt. “Oh,” Brendon says as Ryan walks over to him. He stops Ryan from leaving by pulling him into a tight hug. “Baby, baby, baby. Shhhh. You’re okay. Just a little bit drunk is all. I would never hurt you,” Brendon whispers, sliding his right hand down Ryan’s side and pulling him inward by the hip. 

The move terrified Gerard. It was so sexual yet so comforting. Gerard was afraid of what Brendon would do if his words weren’t obeyed. Ryan was visibly shaking. 

Gerard watches as Brendon pulls Ryan’s chin forward and stay an inch from his lips for a few seconds before going back and stroking his cheek. “You can’t have vodka anymore, okay?” Brendon purrs in a somber yet threatening tone. Ryan nods, paralyzed. “Do you mind telling me why?” Gerard asks with a burst of confidence. Brendon lets go of Ryan and looks Gerard in the eyes for a long time. In the mirror behind Brendon, he sees Awsten and Frank frozen in place. 

“Because alcohol shouldn’t mix with antidepressants. I’m just looking out for him,” Brendon says. Awsten and Frank walk downstairs, and Awsten pulls on Gerard’s sleeve and signals to go talk. “Brendon! It’s a pleasure, I’ve heard so many good things about you. Ryan doesn’t shut up about how fantastic you are,” Frank giggles, picking up on the situation. They shake hands and Frank manages to get them all in the kitchen for a drink. 

Awsten pulls Gerard upstairs. “That man is satan himself,” he looks at Gerard, eyes wide. “Ryan is probably on antidepressants, but he doesn’t care. He’s using it as an excuse. I think it’s because it’s illegal to have sex with someone who’s intoxicated,” Awsten panics. “Ryan said something about Brendon not allowing him drink or take meds. Antidepressants lower sex drive,” Gerard says. He doesn’t have time to feel triggered about what he was implying. He doesn’t want to be. He focuses on trying to help his friend. 

Gerard rushes in to his lab and finds a needle. “Holy shit,” Awsten whispers. “Don’t tell the government,” Gerard says, finding a program in his computer and hitting a file, retrieving stuff off his shelves. “Go to the dashboard and hit the button that says lockdown. It’s 5683,” he says, grabbing a handful of stuff. Awsten does that, causing the computerized female voice to say something in Japanese. “Dude, I had no idea this was so advanced. What are you making?” Awsten asks. 

“Tracker,” he says. “How?”

“It’s a serum. If it’s injected into blood, it fills the whole person with it and I know exactly where they are on a map at all times. It’s better than a chip because he’s gonna find the chip,” Gerard panics, not thinking of anything else. “How long?”

“An hour. Stall them,” Gerard says. 

                                  ... 

“Gerard, please. You can trust me,” Awsten reassures. “Bitch, please. You’re not going near that man,” Gerard deadpans. “I have the toothbat! I’ll just whack him on the head or something! Give me the address, Gee.”

“I’m not putting you in danger. I’ll just call the authorities.”

“Something happened to you,” Awsten realizes. “Recently, too. You weren’t able to-“ 

“Okay, fine,” Gerard says, beginning to breathe heavily. “You can go as long as you wear a wire. We’ll have the cops on speed dial. Is that okay with you, Mr. I’m Gonna Psycho-Analyze All My Friends For Fun?” Gerard snaps. “You’re not angry. You just want to protect me,” Awsten says. Gerard nods, walking into his lab’s cabinet to get a wire. 

He hands it over and clips it under Awsten’s sweater. “Where’s the bat?”

“It’s at my house, I’ll drive to get it first. Don’t worry about me, and could you write the address down?”

Gerard sets up Awsten on video call and streams Brendon and Ryan’s whereabouts with a red and blue dot. 

Awsten hugs Frank and Gerard goodbye and drives to his house.

He finds his trusty light pink baseball bat decorated with embedded human teeth and takes it back to his car. 

Driving over to Brendon and Ryan’s house, he realizes that Ryan might be in trouble already. He hits the gas.

Once he gets there, he switches his phone off and turns the wire on. “Hey guys... I’m here. I’m looking around and it looks like a kitchen window is open. I’m going to break in, I can hear them,” Awsten whispers into the mic.

Luckily for him, the window was at ground level and the net had been removed, for cleaning was Awsten’s assumption. He puts his bat over and follows the voices. Now, he can hear distinct yelling.

“-were probably out there having an orgy or some shit!” Brendon yells from inside the bedroom. Awsten creeps towards the door and listens in.

“Yeah, well. You cheated on me twice. Dallon and Sarah, Bren,” Ryan’s voice was more calm, collected.

“But that wasn’t my fault, sugar. You’re just so bad at everything that I had to resort to finding other partners. You cry after everything, you pathetic little slut. I would tell you to kill yourself because no one in the world really loves you, but I know that you know I’m the only one. The only one who’ll ever want to love you, to touch you, anything. I know you couldn’t have cheated, Ry. Because no one thinks you’re worth it. I’m doing this for your own good, sweetheart,” Brendon says softly. Awsten hears a click echo. He knows this noise. His heart races. 

“Now get on your fucking knees before I pull the trigger.”

Awsten opens the really quietly and sneaks up behind Brendon. The doors didn’t creak, and the room was really dimly lit. His hair still glowed, but they were too busy to notice him. He gets close the Brendon and raises the bat up as Ryan gets on his knees, looking down. 

“You’re still fucking dead to me,” Brendon says, spinning the gun in one hand and holding a finger beside the trigger. 

With all his might, Awsten smashes into Brendon’s skull with the tooth bat, dropping it and grabbing the gun instantaneously. 

He unloads it normally, flicking on a light switch and putting the gun on the floor. “Don’t-“ Ryan starts but it is too late. He looks away as Awsten kneels down beside him. Awsten doesn’t saw anything, but he pulls the key ring string that Brendon wears off, gently unlocking Ryan’s collar, handcuffs and clamps connecting a pair of thigh-highs to some shorts. Ryan has a see through top, overall very sexual looking. Awsten takes off his sweater (with his hoodie underneath, of course)  and pulls it over Ryan’s head, putting it on him. He shakily exhales, pulling Ryan in and hugging him really tightly. 

“Oh my god, Ryan,” he breathes out, hugging him tighter. Ryan hugs back, allowing himself to let out a choked sob. When Ryan pulls away and wipes his eyes, Awsten puts the mic near his mouth and checks on Brendon. “Guys, I’m gonna chat with Ryan now. I’m cutting the wire off, Brendon’s out,” Awsten says, flicking a switch on it. Ryan sits on his bed and hugs his knees, staring down at the now unloaded gun. Awsten picks it up and notices Ryan flinch as he does. Still, he puts it on the night stand and goes to sit down beside Ryan. 

“He’s done this before,” Awsten realizes, looking at Ryan. He nods, wiping at his eyes. “Ryan. You’re allowed to cry,” the green haired man says gently. “I’m- Sorry,” Ryan hiccups, covering his face with his hands. As Ryan falls onto Awsten, he begins stroking Ryan’s hair comfortingly as he cries. When his sobs die down, Awsten pulls his face in softly and wipes his tears with a sleeve. 

Awsten accidentally brushes his hand over the exposed part of Ryan’s upper thigh and immediately takes his hand away, apologizing. Ryan half chuckles, but stops when he looks at Brendon.

“Don’t call the cops,” Ryan chokes out. “What?”

“I... I wanna stay with him,” Ryan covers his face again. “Ry... I just want you to know that he’s wrong, then. So many people love you and definitely would have sex with you,” Awsten says clearly, causing Ryan to laugh. 

“I’m gonna handcuff him to the bathtub,” Awsten announces coldly, picking up Ryan’s handcuffs and dragging Brendon in the bathroom connected to the room. Mercilessly, Awsten throws him in and cuffs his hand to the switch. 

When he comes back into the room, he sees Ryan holding Brendon’s gun, his whole body visibly shaking.

“Ry...” Awsten asks. Ryan doesn’t look up. He hugs the gun tighter. “Put the gun down,” Awsten says calmly, mentally cursing himself for leaving it with him. Ryan flips the gun over and cocks it. One pull of the trigger could end his life. 

“Ryan, what are you...” Awsten trails off, watching Ryan slowly rest the gun against his temple. His finger slides over the trigger. “Fuck,” Awsten whispers, realizing he couldn’t stop Ryan. If he approaches, Ryan would shoot. If he stays still, Ryan would shoot.

“Ryan, you don’t want to die,” Awsten whispers. “You just want the pain to go away. You want to date the man you befriended all those years ago, not the monster he’s turned into.”

Ryan nods, pressing the gun into his temple harder. “So why are you trying to die? Do what you want for once, damn it!” Awsten’s voice breaks as he begins to cry. 

Looking into Awsten’s eyes, he pulls the trigger.

Nothing. Ryan puts it down and goes to fix the chamber, which he didn’t insert properly. He shoots again twice, achieving the same result. Awsten runs over to him and puts his hands over the gun. Ryan gives up, letting go of it. He sits up on the bed, hugging his knees. Awsten picks it up, grateful it didn’t shoot out at the pressure. He unloads it and leaves it on the floor, sitting beside Ryan. He takes Ryan in his arms and lets Ryan rest his head on Awsten’s chest. 

“I’m so sorry,” Ryan says, sobbing. Awsten holds his hair tightly as he cuddles the smaller man. 

“Why are you sorry?” Awsten says, holding back another burst of tears.

“I-it didn’t work.”

Awsten freezes up. Was his friend apologizing because he lived?

“Nonono. Ryan, no. You deserve to live and have a nice life. No one wants you to die,” Awsten buries his face in Ryan’s hair. 

“Brendon does,” he whimpers, moving his body so that he cuddles right up to Awsten. He forgets about what he’s wearing and leaves no space between him and Awsten. 

As Ryan softly cries, Awsten moves a hand to stroke his back and hip comfortingly. His crying dies down and he falls asleep eventually.

Still holding Ryan in his arms, he calls Gerard.

“Gee, oh my gosh,” he whispers. “Why are we whispering, what happened?”

“Brendon had a gun pointed at him. I knocked him out, and handcuffed him to the bathtub. Ryan tried to kill himself but something wasn’t set right in the gun. He’s cuddled up to me and asleep now,” Awsten reports. “Oh my God. He pulled the trigger?” 

“Yeah, three times. It didn’t shoot out though,” Awsten says shakily. “Okay. Thank you for being there for him. Do you want me to call the authorities?” 

“He doesn’t want that. He’s gonna stay with Brendon.”

“I trust you’ll make the right decision, then. How’re you holding up?” Gerard asks. “I’m okay. I’m upset that he pulled the trigger and I couldn’t stop him, though,” Awsten breathes out. “Don’t blame yourself, Awsten,” Gerard says. “Yeah, I know.” 

Awsten pauses. “Dude, I know this isn’t the time but Ryan’s like... Really fuckin’ cute.”

Ryan wakes up half an hour later. He jumps at the feeling of being hugged, but melts back into it. “Awsten,” he breathes out, smiling. “Yeah?” 

“What time is it?”

“Nine thirty-two,” Awsten replies. “Did you seriously hold me the entire time?” Ryan asks, starting to cry again. “Yes, Ry. I did.”

Ryan sits up and wipes his tears. “Awsten I... I don’t know how to thank you,” Ryan says. Awsten gets up, followed by Ryan. “You don’t have to thank me. I can tell you want me to go now, so I’ll just leave you with this. It’s okay that you want to stay with Brendon. I’m not angry at you for it. But Ry, he’s not good for you, or anyone. Don’t let him control your whole life, please,” Awsten says, picking up Brendon’s gun and his tooth bat. “Okay,” Ryan agrees, showing him to the front door and opening it. “And,” he starts. “And I’ll leave you with this.”

Ryan pulls around the drawstrings of Awsten’s hoodie, pulling him close. He kisses Awsten’s cheek roughly, making Awsten’s face burn up. He smiles at Awsten as he walks out, shutting and locking the door behind him. 

Awsten feels his cheek in awe. He smiles and giggles, walking over to his car and smiling all the way home.

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Ray and Mikey stared at the screen in horror. The president was murdered brutally on live television. Ray took Mikey’s hand as the strange woman stepped into view, wearing a white suit. “We are Better Living Industries. We’re here to make your life so, so much better if you’ll let us. Wear the mask or perish. This is your final warning,” she threatened. Mikey shut off the TV and looked over at Ray, petrified. “This is it, baby. Welcome to the end times,” Ray pulled Mikey into a hug. “Ray, the kids. They’re only six,” Mikey managed to whisper. “Pack them up and explain the situation. I’m calling Gerard,” Ray said, letting go of his boyfriend and squeezing his hand. 

Mikey got up and went to tell his children that all their hopes and dreams for the future were going to be crushed. He went to tell them that they probably won’t live to see tomorrow. 

Gerard rushed to his lab. “Shit shit shit shit shit,” he cursed, typing away at his computer. Frank ran in after him, panicking. “This is it, Gee! We’re fucking done for!” Frank broke a pencil that was sitting on Gerard’s desk. Gerard focused all his energy on hacking a database. “Frankie,” he whispers. Frank’s hand flew to hold him around the hip. “Stop,” Frank frowns. Gerard stopped trying to hack in and looked at his boyfriend. “If we die,” Frank choked out. “Babe, we’re not gonna die. I’m gonna stop it. I’m gonna get our whole family here and we’re gonna survive, okay?” Gerard cupped Frank’s cheek. Frank’s chin tilted forwards, leaning in to claim the kiss. “Okay. I trust you, Gee. But if anything happens, I want you to remember that I love you so much and would do anything for you,” Frank melted himself into Gerard’s chest. “I love you too, Frankie. It’s just an apocalypse, sweetheart. We’ll get through this, okay?” Gerard rubbed his back comfortingly. Frank pulled away, wiping his eyes.

“Get as much information as you can. I’m getting everything that matters in the basement and activate the emergency locks. Be safe, angel,” Frank whispered, running up the stairs. 

“Ry. Ryan, get up,” Brendon whispered, shaking his boyfriend awake. A small squeak escaped Ryan’s lips before Brendon held his mouth shut with his hand. “Baby, listen to me. They’re gonna blow us up. They’ve given ten minutes for anyone to surrender and wear the mask. They know there’s at least one person in every apartment,” Brendon whispered in a hurry. He walked away from Ryan briefly, who sat up, baffled. “We’re gonna die,” he breathed out, his voice shaking. “Not we.” Brendon handed Ryan a backpack. “I’ll distract them. When I give the cue, you jump out of the kitchen window and run to your friend’s house. You got it?” Brendon whispered sternly. He handed Ryan a sweater and some pants. “Get dressed.”

“Brenny..?” Ryan panicked, getting dressed. “You can’t- Bren... What am I gonna do without you?” Ryan’s eyes filled with tears. “Ryan, listen,” he sat beside Ryan on the bed, taking his hands tenderly. He inhaled shakily. It took Ryan a moment to realize Brendon was crying too. “For eight years, I’ve done nothing but abuse you. You didn’t deserve any of this. I didn’t mean to... I mean, I just didn’t want to lose you. My eyes have been opened to shit I should never have done. Ry, I love you,” Brendon cupped Ryan’s cheek gently and broke down.

Brushing Brendon’s messy hair, he pushed himself forward and kissed Brendon passionately. “Brenny... I love you too,” Ryan whined, still kissing him. “No you fucking don’t. You’re just scared to leave because you think I’ll hurt you,” he said, kissing back. “No, Bren. I won’t leave because I love you,” Ryan continued making out with him between sentences. 

Brendon pulled back and brushed a hand through Ryan’s hair. “Go to your scientist friend. There’s no way the madlad is dead. I love you, baby,” Brendon said, getting up. Ryan threw on his backpack. He stopped Brendon, pulling him into a rough kiss. Brendon smiled, opening the window for him. Ryan got up on the windowsill, taking Brendon’s hand. A knock echoed through the house. Brendon turns Ryan and pushes him out. 

When Ryan fell to the ground, he winced but got up. He stayed and watched for a good five minutes, hidden by some bushes. 

The last thing he remembered seeing is his boyfriend being smashed into the kitchen window by three people in Dracula masks. The gunshot rang out, spraying his blood out of the window. 

Ryan started to run.

Awsten grabbed the pistol from his bedside and shot out. He had no other choice. Once the five people in Dracula masks were dead, he knelt beside one of their corpses. “N-no.”

Awsten refused to accept what he had done. He holds one of their hands and begins to cry softly. 

His phone buzzed out and he grabs it and reads the text. With shaky hands, he replied back. Gerard had asked their group chat to come to his house and decide on from there. He informed the chat that they were nuking random areas of the States and have overthrown the government. Awsten didn’t know who they were, but he was scared. He took his backpack and filled it with clothes and some food and water. Quickly, he grabbed his guitar and filled the case with random trinkets he might need. Holding the pistol in the other hand, he ran out his back door and started to sprint the long way. 

Billie walked down the abandoned street, taking in the mesmerizing beauty of the emptiness. He hadn’t been home in three days, but he told his wife that he needed some time to be by himself. Nothing was wrong with their relationship, but Billie sometimes needed time in solitude. His phone beeped several times until he picked it up. 

Reading and rereading Gerard’s texts, he looked around frantically. There were no signs of any disturbance of peace. He panicked, dashing to his car and driving all the way back home.

He pulled up to his front door, only to find it had been destroyed. His entire house was standing, but it was in shambles.

Billie ran inside, calling out her name several times. No reply. “Adri-“ he stopped as he stepped on something. Instinctively, his hand flew to his mouth to stop the blood curling scream that he was about to let out. He knelt down beside her and checked her pulse.

She was still warm, but there was nothing beating inside of her. Eyeliner streaks poured down Billie’s face as he picked her up and held her tight, his clothes getting stained from the gunshot in her abdomen. “I loved you. So, so much,” he whispers into her hair. He couldn’t hear him, of course. She was dead.

He placed her down gently and pulled out a Swiss army knife. He cut off a strand of her hair and pocketed it. Suddenly, a piece of paper caught his eye. He picked it up from under the rubble and read it over and over again. She told him that they were coming for them and that she loves him no matter what happens.

Billie started crying harder, holding her gradually cooling hands. 

As he reread the note, he realized something odd. Some letters were weirdly bolded, and it was unlike her to do that. His heart skips a beat when he mentally removes the unbolded letters.

I’m pregnant.

Cody spun around and stabbed a man in the chest. The Dracula masks freaked him out a little bit, but he kept fighting them as best as he could. His fiancée was nowhere to be seen. 

When he fought all five of them off, he ran into his room and shut the door. He hid in the closet just as Gerard texted something. 

A few minutes later, Cody could hear a noise from outside, but he dismissed it, replying back to Gerard. 

There’s a beeping noise outside my house, he texted the chat. 

Dude, is it a bomb? Gerard texted back. I’m not sure. I think so. What do I do?

Cody panicked. He didn’t wait for a reply as he stepped out of the closet and peered outside. He saw about ten more people in Dracula masks. One waved at him. “Fuck.”

BOOM.

Pete jolted awake at the sounds of an explosion. His clock read 12:54 PM. Looking outside, he realized that a whole house had exploded for reasons unknown. He also realized that the explosion shattered the glass in his window. He was surprised he hasn’t gone deaf. Checking his phone, he sees so many messages from their group chat and decides to open it. Frantically, he realized that Gerard told them the apocalypse was starting, and that Cody was probably dead. He tried to keep calm but lost it when he saw people in white suits filing into a building next to him.

He grabbed anything that matters to him and shoved it into a backpack, pocketing several old high school photos he kept hanging in his room. He ran outside with his pistol and made his way to Gerard’s.

 Pete knocks on the door, waving into the camera that was perched upon a table. He cautiously looks around, but there were no threats around. A tall man opens the door. Instantly, Pete recognizes him, even without the long hair and glasses. His once long hair was now shaved and black on the sides, and the top was spiky and bleached. “Holy shit. Mikey?” Pete gasps. Mikey takes his hand and pulls him inside, locking the several locks on the doors. He turns to face Pete and pulls him into a tight hug, making Pete’s heart race. “Mikey, who’s there?” 

Pete looks over to see a taller man with curly hair step into view. “Hey,” Mikey whispers in his ear, sending chills down his spine. “Ray, you remember Pete, right? Pete, this is my boyfriend, Ray,” Mikey introduces. Pete gets a feeling of unstoppable hatred for Ray. He was supposed to be the one cuddling Mikey every night. Not the person that left him in high school. Still, he put on a smile and hugged Ray, grateful that Mikey was happy with him. 

“Pete, you should meet our kids. They’re downstairs,” Mikey says, leading Pete to the basement. Ray stays upstairs, moving to another room. 

As Pete goes into the basement, he sees so much lab equipment. “Hey,” Gerard deadpans, sitting at his desk on his computer, coding. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. “Pete!” Frank exclaims. Pete sees him sitting on the floor in the corner, playing with six little children. “Oh my gosh, Mikey. They’re perfect,” Pete smiles, sitting down beside the kids. One of them crawls onto his lap and hugs him. “Kyle, is that how we treat our guests?” Mikey asks. Kyle gets off and they all introduce themselves to Pete. He notices that they are very well behaved. “Holy crap, Mikey. They’re so grown up!” 

“Yeah, we’ve been raising them well, I’d say,” Mikey says, sitting down and picking up the closest one and hugging her. 

Ray opens the door after a series of knocks. “Who’re you?” he asks. “Ray,” the man whispers out, letting himself in. Ray notices he was shaking. “Dude, I don’t even-“ Ray stops as he gets a good look of his face, which was covered in eyeliner streaks. “Billie?” Ray asks. Billie nods, hugging Ray. “What... What happened?”

Billie takes a note out of his jacket pocket, handing it to Ray. “I’ll need it back. Basement, right?”

Ray takes the note and nods. Billie makes his way down to the basement. He’s greeted by six kids running over to him. He waves to the people there, who greet him. “Whoa!! Is this uncle Billie?” a girl asks. Billie weakly smiles at her. “Yes, it is. Good job, Pomponia!” Mikey says, walking over to Billie. “He looks very sad,” Locker points out. “I’m gonna have a talk with him, okay? I’ll be right back, kids,” Mikey takes Billie into the back room. Billie didn’t question why it was full of meat grinders. Mikey gives Billie a box of tissues. “I haven’t seen you since high school,” Mikey says softly. Billie wipes around his eyes, knowing there were eyeliner streaks everywhere. “Y-yeah. You look so different.”

“And you look exactly the same,” Mikey gives him a rare smile. Billie smiles as well, pulling Mikey into a hug. “Hey, Mikey? Does anyone in this house have a like... Locket or something that they’re not using?” he says, letting go. “I think Frank has one, do you want to ask or should I? What do you want to put in it?” Mikey asks. Shakily, he pulls out the clump of hair he took off his wife and shows it to Mikey. “Oh, shit,” Mikey whispers. “I’ll get you something. Do you want anyone else here or..?”

“I could do with some alone time,” he says softly, closing his eyes. Mikey goes to get the locket, explaining the situation to Frank. 

Frank goes upstairs to get it, but switches places with Ray. Ray gives him the note and goes downstairs to be with his kids. 

Frank opens the door this time, and is greeted by a flash of neon green. “Awsten!” he exclaims, helping Awsten with his things. He has a whole guitar case, backpack and tooth bat. He pulls out his pistol and unloads it. “Frankie! How’s everyone?” he asks, hugging him tightly. “They’re managing. We have the kids safely downstairs, along with Mikey, Ray, Gerard, Billie and Pete. We think Cody’s dead,” Frank informs him. “Ryan’s not here?” Awsten’s heart drops. “No. He hasn’t texted, either. Why?” Frank asks. “I... He’s really.... Um.”

“OH,” Frank gets what Awsten’s trying to say. Just then, they hear a knock on the door and Frank checks the camera. Awsten immediately opens it, pulling the slightly shorter boy and a tight hug. “Awsten, the door,” Frank reminds him. Awsten gets Ryan inside and closes all the locks. Ryan is obviously shaking. “Ry? Are you okay? Where’s Brendon?” Awsten asks softly. Frank takes Awsten’s things and nods, going to the basement with them.

Awsten takes Ryan to the living room and sits on the couch.

Ryan throws himself into Awsten’s arms wordlessly, moving himself so that he’s sitting in Awsten’s lap. He rests his head on Awsten’s shoulder and collects his breath. The green haired man carefully kisses the back of his hair, disguising it as a method of comforting him. “H-he’s dead,” Ryan stammers. Awsten pulls him in tighter. “He... Bren told me to run. H-he said he w-was sorry for acting th-the way he did and s-said to run to Gerard’s h-house. I saw them shoot him,” Ryan breathes out. Awsten pats his back. “It’s okay, Ryan. You’re safe now.”

Ryan’s warm, shaky breath makes Awsten’s neck tingle. “I promise I’ll protect you,” he says, burying his head into Ryan’s hair. 

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 Gerard is still typing away on his computer. He finally manages to hack in to the database that the company was using without being spotted or tracked.  Looking through forums, plans, and announcements, he writes down any important information. “Frankie,” he calls. Frank gets up and goes over to him. “Yeah?” 

 “Get the adults. Make sure the kids are still asleep,” he says, not looking up from the computer. Frank gathers everyone, walking them up and taking them into the lab. The kids were soundly asleep in the soundproof room.

 “Okay, so here’s a breakdown. This company started out as an underground movement, but they’ve decided to make everyone follow them. They wear some Dracula masks that apparently alter reality, and force people to wear them or die. They have a power plant here in Jersey, and one in Texas. They’re moving everything out in huge trucks to California in a week. They’ve nuked most areas of the US that weren’t in the roadways from Jersey and Texas to California. They’re building another border wall on Canada’s border, and apparently learning mind control. They’ve already nuked so many countries,” Gerard whispers, his voice shaking. 

Mikey takes Ray’s hand. “We have to get on one of those trucks,” he swallows nervously. Gerard nods. “That would be our only hope for survival.”

“Why haven’t they gone after this house? They’ve gotten everyone else, why hasn’t anyone been here?” Billie asks shakily.

“That’s a little science miracle of mine,” Gerard explains. “What about the kids?” Ray asks. Gerard shakes his head. “Does that mean we have to leave them?” Ray panics. “Logically speaking, we should. Speaking from the heart, we shouldn’t. We’ll take them with us and protect them no matter what. I promise,” Gerard reassures. 

“How do we defend ourselves against them?” Awsten asks, holding onto Ryan tightly. “It’s us or them. I’ll draft a new type of gun to help us, and we move out in a week. I have the times and schedules, along with what is probably the safest truck to go on.” 

Gerard prints the blueprints. “These are called ray guns,” he explains. The room looks over to Ray. “I didn’t name ‘em,” he says.

“They mimic real bullets, but can hold way more of the ray bullets. Essentially, they’re hot flashes of light, capable of frying the fuck out of everything. They go right through you. Taken from BLI’s own hands.”

“We’re gonna kill them all,” Frank hisses. “They need to know our names. We need to act as a squad,” Mikey suggest. Gerard nods. “Brainstorm squad names. We need codenames, to. And Frankie?” Gerard turns to his boyfriend. “Mhm?”

“We’re gonna look hella iconic. Get the bleach and hair dye I’ve been saving. Billie, Awsten, Ryan and Ray. You’re in charge of outfits. Make us all look really fucking cool, there’s an entire closet of unused shit in the guest bedroom. Mikey, keep the kids in check. Pete, they really like you so you’re gonna help Mikey do that. We’re gonna make it,” Gerard grins. 

Three days later, preparations are going well. Gerard makes the guns, replicating the rays almost perfectly. Everyone customizes their gun with whatever they want. They learn that everyone in New Jersey was either dead or masked, giving them no hope for their families. But they had each other, and the belief that they were going to make it. 

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They have two more days to prepare everything and finish up naming themselves. So far, they have most of the outfits and guns done, but no codenames. They eventually decide that their band was going to be called the Fabulous Killjoys, and Frank suggested that they all should have masks of some sort.

Their passion for music kept up though, with Gerard drafting a song with a lot of na na na’s in it. They need an anthem, after all. 

Everyone is asleep. When Mikey wakes up, he looks around and notices that Pete is not near them. This would’ve been normal if Pete did ever get up in the middle of the night. Mikey decides to look around for him, having nothing better to do.

He walks up the stairs and checks around. He goes upstairs and enters every room, checking for Pete. A flash of black catches his eye in the guest bedroom. “Pete?” he asks, walking in. The light was dim, but he could clearly see Pete holding a piece of paper and different colored bottles were scattered around him. Pete looks up at him, holding his stomach in one hand. He lets the note fall to the floor and smiles, closing his eyes. 

“Pete?!” Mikey runs over to him and looks at the bottles. They consisted of many types of sleeping pills and medicines that would kill. Mikey took his hands, panicking. “Holy shit, Pete. Oh my god oh my God, shit,” Mikey whispers out. “I’m gonna die, Mikey,” Pete whispers, smiling. “Holy shit, no. You’re not, I won’t let you!” Mikey punches him hard in the stomach. Pete gags. “S-stop. Even if I throw up now,  it won’t go away,” he looks Mikey in the eyes. Mikey starts to tear up. “I’m gonna get Gerard, he’ll know wh-“ Mikey starts. 

“Stay with me,” he whispers softly, pulling Mikey closer. Mikey decides to obey his dying wish.

“Why, Pete? Why’d you want to leave us?” Mikey hiccups, pulling Pete in close and hugging him. “I explained everything in the note,” he returns the hug. “Everything’s going black,” he says dreamily, letting go and falling back on the bed. Mikey took his hands and started crying. “It’s okay, Mikey.”

Mikey shakes his head. “No, please Pete. Stay with me please, I can’t lose you,” Mikey sobs. Pete held onto his hands tighter. Pete’s hands felt so dead and cold.

“Mikey. S-since high school I’ve felt things for you. It-It won’t go away. I’m sorry I asked you out when you a-and Ray broke up. I-I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you. But I’m so, so h-happy that you and Ray are happy t-together. I’ve only e-ever wanted the best for you. I love you, Michael,” Pete whispers out, his eyes shutting weakly. “I know.”

Mikey takes his jaw and pulls the dying man in, kissing his cracked lips gently. When he pulls back, he notices that Pete’s heart rate was slowing down. He sees a faint smile appear on Pete’s lips before he shudders violently. His heart has given out. 

“Pete’s dead,” Mikey chokes out, still crying. He passes the note to Gerard. “Read,” he tells his brother. Gerard clears his throat, trying not to cry.

“Hey guys,” Gerard starts. “If you’re reading this, I’m dead. Truth be told, I don’t think I can survive this. I would only bring you guys down, as I’m not off much use. I’d rather control how I die instead of being killed by someone who is out to get me. Please, don’t follow in my footsteps. Stay alive for me, I beg you,” Gerard’s voice cracks.

 “On another note, I’ve liked Mikey since high school. Loved, even. My feelings for you haven’t ceased a bit, Michael. It hurts me to see Ray being with you, especially since he abandoned you when he graduated. Still, I’m happy for you and glad that you’re happy. 

PS. Fuck you, Ray. Oh and by the way, I don’t hate you but that was a real dick move. PPS. I love you all, friends. Go get ‘em. With love, Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz |||,” Gerard finishes, drying his eyes. 

“We lost two already. Four if we include partners, probably five,” he breathes out. Billie takes his locket and looks into it. Mikey holds onto Ray and cries into his shoulder. Ryan brushes his thumb over Awsten’s hand, taking a gentle hold of it. “We’ll bury him in the yard. And hold a tribute for Cody and Shay. And Adrienne, and Brendon. And our fucking families, no one else is alive outside this house,” Gerard says. “What am I gonna tell the kids?” Ray asks. “I think you should tell them the truth,” Frank says softly. Ray nods, hugging Mikey. “We’ll get through this,” Awsten says unexpectedly. They return to their normal sleeping positions on the carpeted floor, but Ryan curls up over Awsten’s chest like a cat. 

In the morning, Mikey wakes up all six of his children. “Kids,” he chokes out. “Why are you crying, daddy?” Georgette asks. “Is something wrong?” adds Shitdick. Mikey nods. “Pete passed away. Do you all know what that means?” 

They all look at each other and turn back to their dad, nodding. “Does that mean we can’t see uncle Pete anymore?”

“Yes, Pom-Pom. I’m afraid so,” Mikey answers. “But don’t worry. Uncle Pete is in heaven and he’s watching over you right now,” Mikey tries to reassure them. “Tell him to stop being creepy,” Karen says jokingly. Mikey weakly smiles at his daughter. “No he’s not. He taught me the bitch word!” Kyle protests. Despite the situation, Mikey laughs. “How did he die?” Locker asks, his eyes wide. “He... He committed suicide,” Mikey explains. 

 The kids stay silent for a while. “Are you okay, daddy?” Pomponia asks. Mikey shakes his head, holding back a burst of tears. All six of his kids jump onto him, hugging him comfortingly. 

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The group didn’t let the funerals bring their spirits down. Looking at his group, Gerard steps up onto a chair. 

“We... Look like fucking clowns. Thank you to the costume department,” he starts. 

“Gerard Arthur Way is fucking dead. I’m Party Poison, bitches!” Gerard flips his flaming red hair, throwing his yellow mask on. Everyone cheers. He adjusts his jacket, looking across his group. 

Pointing to them, he calls out their new codenames. “Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, Jet-Star, Jesus of Suburbia, Lettuce Bat and Cheez Whiz,” Gerard announces. 

He turns to the kids, who had their own little costumes. “We don’t want them tracking on our identities, ever. We’re gonna use codenames for the little ones too. 

“Pomponia is Pom-Pom. Georgette can be Banjo because of love for country, Kyle can be Axe in honour of the body spray. Karen can be KitKat, Shitdick is still Shitdick, and Locker is still Locker because let’s be honest, no one will know that they’re your real names,” Gerard laughs. 

Shitdick looks down, but everyone else laughs. “Reminder that these names will be used as introductions to anyone we meet, our real names will be used when we know we aren’t recorded or anything. Any variation of our codenames works too. For example, you can casually call me Party but then call me Poison when it’s a serious situation. Got it?” he asks. Everyone drops a word of agreement.

They run down the street, shooting any Dracula-masked people in sight. 

“I’m so sorry, babies,” Mikey apologizes to his kids, who all tremble in fear as they run past the ruins and corpses of what was once their city.

When they get to the one unmonitored truck, Gerard gets them all in. “Hide behind the boxes,” he whispers, helping everyone up. All of them hide behind the boxes, waiting for someone to come close the trunk. Someone eventually does.

“Gerard flicks on the flashlight when they feel the truck move. “Okay, keep quiet. They shouldn’t be able to hear us. Keep your guns close and hold the kids tight. This is gonna be a bumpy ride. We should keep two awake at all times. Frank and I can be the first group, Mikey and Ray can be second, and Ryan and Awsten can be third. Billie, I honestly think you should sleep the whole way through, you’ve been through a lot,” Gerard says. 

“I’ll be fine,” Billie says. 

“You can stay with us, then,” Gerard nods. Billie smiles at him. 

Mikey takes Pomponia and Kyle, Ray takes Karen and, Gerard takes Georgette, Frank holds Shitdick and Billie is trusted enough to hold Locker. Ryan sits in Awsten’s lap, cuddling right up to him. 

Gerard pulls out his phone and shows everyone the map he screenshotted earlier. “Okay so, they’re going to stop here for gas. It’s close enough, we’re going to get out and go to my friend’s shack. It’s only a four hour walk to the exact coordinates, and it’s not radioactive as far as I know,” Gerard explains. 

“Perfect,” Frank replies. “Who’s the friend?” Awsten asks. “Remember the somewhat small wars we had? He fought in them, goes by the Doctor now. Doctor Death Defying,” Gerard tells him. “Ah.”

By the time the third shift rolls around, they are about a third of the way in. They have a washroom area, thankfully. Well, it was a hole in the ground that was closed off by boxes. It works well enough. 

Awsten takes a bite out of his granola bar, keeping it in his mouth as he looks over to Ryan. 

Ryan leans over and puts his mouth over the granola bar, biting it clean in half. 

Awsten swallowes his part of it. “What was that?” he asks. “I was hungry,” Ryan looks away, blushing and still chewing the granola bar. Awsten chuckles, ruffling Ryan’s hair. “Do you want another one?” 

Awsten opens his backpack. 

“That... Depends on if I can steal it out of your mouth or not,” he says, poking his own cheek and making puppy eyes. 

Awsten laughs, sticking a granola bar into his mouth and turning to Ryan. He goes over halfway this time, causing Awsten to feel his warm breath before he separates himself, taking three quarters of the bar.

Ryan looks over at Awsten, who takes a stand of Ryan’s hair and tucks it begins his ear. “You have nice eyes,” Ryan whispers, looking at Awsten’s multicolored eyes. 

Awsten laughs nervously, taking Ryan’s hand and pulling him up to sit on his thighs. Ryan inhales shakily, but pulls down Awsten’s jacket collar a tiny bit. Ryan buries his face in Awsten’s exposed neck.

The green haired man could feel Ryan’s lips gently pursing to kiss the middle-end of his collarbone lightly. “Could you... Do that again?” Awsten asks nervously. Ryan kisses his collarbone again, but moves up and kisses the space above it the third time. 

“You’re lovely. You know that, right?” Awsten’s hand runs through Ryan’s hair. Ryan rests his head there, looking up at Awsten’s jawline. He smiles.

Ryan gets off Awsten and clears his throat. “Um... I’m so sorry- I don’t know what I just did there,” he whispers. “It’s okay. It was cute,” Awsten smiles. 

Ryan smiles back, moving his hand beside Awsten’s and dragging his index finger against his knuckles. Awsten takes his hands and intertwines their fingers, stroking his thumb across Ryan’s hand softly. 

“You...” Ryan trails off. 

“I?”

“You makes me feel safe,” he admits airily. “I did promise to protect you, did I not?” Awsten squeezes his hand. “Thank you,” Ryan moves in closer to Awsten. 

“Hi,” a soft voice echoes. Ryan instinctively jumps away from Awsten and turns to the source. “Locker! What are you doing up?” Ryan asks. 

Locker stands up and walks over to them. He comfortably sits between the two of them. “I can’t sleep,” he says, sounding a little scared.  

“That’s okay. Do you want to stay up and talk to us?” Awsten asks. Locker nods. Ryan picks up Locker and sits the little boy in his lap. “I-I’m scared,” Locker admits. 

Awsten leans in and ruffles his curly hair gently. “It’s okay to be scared, Locker. We’re petrified. Your dads are scared, too. But you’re a very brave boy for coming this far,” Awsten whispers gently. 

Locker giggles, hugging Ryan and beaming at Awsten. 

“Do you want us to sing you a song?” Ryan asks. Locker smiles and nods. Awsten takes out his acoustic guitar. “We’re gonna sing one of Ryan’s,” Awsten says, strumming some chords. Ryan immediately recognizes it and starts singing on cue.

“If all our life is but a dream,

Fantastic posing greed

Then we should feed our

Jewelry to the sea.

For diamonds do appear to be

Just like broken glass to me.

And then she said she can’t believe

Genius only comes along

In storms of fabled foreign tongues

Tripping eyes and flooded lungs.

Northern downpour sends its love.”

Almost everyone awoke now as Awsten picks up on the guitar, but no one protests the song. They all sit quietly and listen to Ryan’s heavenly voice echo through the truck. 

“Hey moon,

Please forget to fall down.

Hey moon,

Don’t you go down.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

The ink is running toward the page

It’s chasin’ of the days,

Look back at both feet

And that winding knee.

I missed your skin when you were east

You clicked your heels and wished for me.

Through playful lips made of yarn

That fragile capricorn, 

Unraveled words 

Like moths upon old scarves.

I know the world’s a broken bone

But melt your headaches,

Call it home.

Hey moon,

Please forget to fall down.

Hey moon,

Don’t you go down.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin’

Weather vanes my one and lonely.”

Everyone notices that Awsten was singing too, providing backing vocals, but no one could make out the lyrics until the end where he finishes off the song. Ryan’s voice gradually gets quieter as he repeats the two lines.

“Hey moon,

Please forget to fall down

Hey moon,

Don’t you go down

You are at the top of my lungs

Drawn to the ones who never yawn.”

Awsten finishes the song, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. 

“That was amazing,” Frank whispers, getting nods and words of agreement from the rest of the gang. Ryan hides his head in his hands, with Locker getting up and sitting in Billie’s lap again. 

“No, seriously guys. That was really rad,” Frank tells them. “Thank you,” Awsten accepts the compliment, poking Ryan in the ribs. “What do we say, Ry?” he says jokingly, leaning in close to his ear. “T-thanks, Frank,” Ryan says, hiding his blush from Awsten. 

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As the truck comes to a halt, Gerard rushes everyone to pack their stuff up. He shines a light onto where the lock of the trunk is supposed to be and aims his ray gun at it.

 “Is everyone ready?” he whispers. Everyone mumbles words of agreement.

“Now!” Gerard shoots the lock several times, kicking the trunk up and hopping out. He rolls on the floor, looking both ways with his gun pointed up. 

He sees an operative running towards them and shoots him through the head. Cueing the others, he runs out front and takes out another. The other adults hop out, looking around and aiming at anything that moves. 

Luckily, they didn’t see anyone else. Gerard makes his way into the gas station, still finding no one. He walks out. 

“There’s supposed to be one m-“ Gerard gets cut off by a high pitched scream.

They run to the truck to find a man in a Dracula mask holding a gun to Karen’s head. “Let her go,” Mikey hisses, holding his gun up to his face. Everyone else aims their guns at the masked man. 

The Dracula-masked man shoots.

Luckily, Karen slams her whole body into him, causing him to miss and double over in pain from being hit in the crotch rather hard. 

Mikey shoots the man who was holding his daughter twice and runs over to her. 

“Oh my God,” he drops his gun and pulls Karen into a hug. Ray runs over to them too, hugging his daughter as well. 

Everyone else remains speechless. “Well. At least you can tell she’s my niece. Good job, Karen,” Gerard grins at her, twirling his gun. 

They all regroup behind the truck, speechless.

“Wait. Are we gonna walk? We have the truck,” Billie points out. “What if it’s tracked?” Frank asks. 

“I need about half an hour to make sure it’s not. You all can gather everything in the gas station and throw it in the back, I’ll need Frank to help me check. The gas station has washrooms, and feel free to eat or drink anything you find,” Gerard orders. No on protests, thinking good plan was good. 

Half an hour later, they’re all set. The food and drinks are in the back, along with supplies and such. 

Billie drives, being the only one who knows how to drive a truck. Gerard was with him, giving directions off his phone. They all know that once their phones die, it’s over. Charging outlets were blocked. Power was gone. 

Everyone cuddles Karen in as she shakes. “Karen, it’s okay to cry,” Ray says, petting her curly hair. They all notice she was holding back tears. “N-no. I don’t wanna,” she protests, hugging her knees. “I’m not a baby,” she frowns. 

“It doesn’t mean that you’re a baby, dear. We cry all the time. Do you think we’re babies?” Ray says gently. “You’re all cowards,” she hisses. 

Her siblings laugh, knowing that she was joking around. Ray fakes a gasp. “And where did you learn that language, young lady?” 

Karen giggles, looking over at Frank. Frank whistles a tune and looks away. “I expected better of you, Frank,” Mikey rolls his eyes, joking as well. 

The truck comes to a halt all of a sudden. Ryan jumps out of Awsten’s lap and gets his gun. 

The trunk opens, and Gerard’s red hair was visible in the morning light. “We’re here,” Gerard announces. Everyone files out, following Gerard as he knocks on the door seven times. 

The door is opened by a person in a helmet and polka dotted tights. “Hey. You’re the Killjoys, right?” the strange person. Gerard extends his hand. “I’m Party Poison. Nice to meet you,” he greets. 

They shake hands, and the stranger makes a follow me motion as they walk inside the small station and knock on a door. 

“Come in!” a voice bellows from inside. They open the door and go in, but Gerard extends his hand, telling his team not to go in. 

They come out a moment later, pushing a bearded man out in a wheelchair. “Kids!” he exclaims happily, extending his arms to give Gerard a hug. 

Gerard bends down and embraces his friend. “Doctor Death! We’re so glad to see you!” Gerard grins. 

“Where are the little ones?” he asks, letting go. Gerard gestures to the six children in the corner. “Pony! Could you fetch them all some lollipops, please?” he asks. 

Pony nods, walking away. “Let’s go to the living room. You can all introduce yourselves there.”

“Holy shit,” Show Pony breathes out, examining Awsten’s tooth bat. “A real beauty, isn’t she?” he laughs. 

Pony nods, handing it back to him. “So like, what’s the deal with you and the anxious kid back there?” they gesture to Ryan. “Um. I- what?” 

Pony rolls their eyes. “Are you two, like, a thing? You obviously like him,” they point out. 

“Shiiit. Am I that obvious?” he whines. Pony nods, patting him on the back. “Shoot your shot, dude,” they suggest. 

“Damn... Like, I really want to but he’s been through a lot. His ex was a walking garbage can, and I think he’s still trying to deal with everything,” Awsten stresses. “I get it. You might not get tomorrow, though,” they say sadly. 

Awsten nods. “Are there any nice places to go? Like, most romantic?” he asks. Pony barks a laugh. “Boy, this is the fucking apocalypse!” Pony laughs. 

Awsten laughs too. “Ahah. Humor based on our pain,” he says. 

“Yeah. Okay, but look out that window. See the small cliff over there? If you climb that, the sunset is gorgeous,” they suggest. “Thanks,” Awsten smiles.

“I’m gonna go with Ryan for a walk to clear our heads,” Awsten announces, looking at Pony. They nod lightly to him. “Don’t get ghosted,” Dr. Death says with concern. “We won’t,” Awsten promises, extending a hand for Ryan. 

Everyone says their goodbyes and Awsten takes Ryan outside. 

“Where are we going?” Ryan asks. Awsten points to the nearby mountain. “It should be about fifteen minutes to get there,” he informs him. “Okay,” he agrees, starting to walk. 

When they finally reach their destination, the two men sit on the ground and look at the gradually setting sun. “Look,” Awsten points. “That’s the house,” he indicates to a small dot. 

Ryan smiles, but starts to cry soon after. “Awsten,” he whimpers, hiding his eyes in Awsten’s shoulder. 

“Are you okay? What’s the matter?” Awsten rubs his back. “I’m so, so scared,” he whispers. Awsten takes Ryan’s face in both hands and wipes his warm tears with his thumbs. 

“You’ll be okay, Ry. I promised to protect you,” Awsten explains, still gently cupping Ryan’s face. 

“Not just for me. W-what about everyone else?” tears continue streaming from Ryan’s eyes. Awsten wipes them away again, telling Ryan a few words of comfort. “Live in the moment, Ry. We’re gonna be okay,” he whispers. 

Ryan moves in closer to Awsten, blinking his tears away and looking into his eyes. “Your eyes are seriously beautiful,” he whispers. One of Awsten’s hands falls from Ryan’s face and he takes Ryan’s hand in his. 

Ryan’s face gets closer to Awsten’s, and Awsten moves back a little bit. “Are you going to do what I think you are?” Awsten asks awkwardly. Ryan moves back, blushing. “Y-yeah.”

“Are you sure you want to?” Awsten asks, taking both of Ryan’s hands in his. Ryan nods shyly. Awsten smiles. “Go for it, then.”

Ryan bends his knees and takes his hands back, using them to cup Awsten’s face and pull him in closer. 

Awsten’s heart races as he feels Ryan’s warm breath hitting his. Ryan stares into his eyes until Awsten closes them.

Slowly, Ryan pulls him closer and closer until their lips touch softly. He presses his face into Awsten’s, moving back and deepening the kiss every so often. 

Awsten’s hands fly to Ryan’s hips, taking them gently and holding him in close. As they kiss, Ryan moves himself on top of Awsten and forces him down, still making out with him. 

When Ryan pulls back, he was panting and lying directly on top of Awsten. 

He giggles quietly, falling on top of Awsten and laying his head in Awsten’s neck. “Holy shit, Ry,” Awsten breathes out in amazement. “Hmm?”

“You’re really good,” he says nervously, starting to stroke Ryan’s hair. Ryan moves himself a bit and starts planting light kisses across Awsten’s sharp jawline. When he stops, Awsten sits himself up, holding onto Ryan as he swung his legs around the green haired man. 

“Ryan,” he whispers, leaning into him. “So... I don’t know,” he continues. Ryan takes the back of his neon hair as he pulls away and looks at Ryan. “You know I have feelings for you. I’ve loved you for six years now,” he whispers softly. 

“I know,” Ryan whispers back. “You want to be my boyfriend, I’m assuming,” he says, moving his hand down Awsten’s neck. 

Awsten nods. “I know you’re not ready for a relationship. I won’t pressure you. But I’ll always be available,” he murmurs. 

“It’s not that, Awsten. I-I am ready but...” 

“But?”

“You have to pro-promise something,” Ryan’s voice cracks. “Anything,” he takes the slightly shorter man’s hand. 

“I... I want you to promise n-not to hurt me. Ever. Like B-Brendon did.”

 Awsten couldn’t hold his tears back. He breaks down and starts crying, burying his face into Ryan’s shoulder.

“I’m so, so sorry, angel,” he cries, hugging Ryan tighter. “W-why?” Ryan starts to tear up as well. 

“I c-couldn’t save you from him. I couldn’t protect you. I will now, I promise. I will never do anything to hurt you. I swear it, Ryan. I swear it on my life,” he whispers fiercely. 

Ryan pushes him out of the hug and kisses away his tears. “You’re so amazing, Awsten. I’m so happy to call you my boyfriend,” he breathes. 

Awsten laughs shakily, putting his arms around Ryan. “I’ll do everything I can to protect you. I love you so much, Ryan,” he whispers into the other man’s ear. 

Suddenly, he kisses the top of Ryan’s ear, sliding his tongue over it after. “I’m not fragile, Awsten,” Ryan says, putting his hands over Awsten’s hips. Awsten’s teeth wrap around the top of Ryan’s ear and he nibbles on it gently. 

The brown haired man laughs but pulls back after a minute. “I... I think I really like you too,” Ryan closes his eyes and leans in for another kiss.

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Fun Ghoul awoke to the comfortable feeling of being embraced tightly. He tried to move away, only to realize it was Party Poison that was cuddling him in the chair. He stopped for a second, and got up fast, aiming to wake his boyfriend up as well. Party’s arms just dropped and he continued sleeping. 

 Ghoul decided to use a different method. He picked up the hard, quarter eaten baguette off the filthy floor and held it like a baseball bat. With a jerk of his arms, he lightly clonked Party’s head. Party jumped away and let out a breathless chuckle. “Why can’t you ever wake me up the normal way?” Party groaned, leaning deeper into the chair. Ghoul leaned to look at him. “What’s the normal way, baguette boy?” He taunted, smiling nonchalantly. 

Party pointed to his cheek. 

Sighing, the short demon man sat in his lap again and kissed him on the cheek. “Better??”

Party grinned, burrowing his face in Ghoul’s neck. They stayed in this position for a good three minutes, until they heard the sound of tires screeching. 

Ghoul zoomed up and walked over to greet the two other killjoys that were in the car. 

Shamelessly, Party Poison got up as well, strutting over to the doorframe in his bright pink shorts, ray gun in hand. He opened it and looked around. The Trans Am was parked in front of the shack, and Kobra and Jet were grabbing stuff from the trunk. 

“Hey guys,” Ghoul greeted. Kobra walked closer, carrying an entire cooler. His eyes darted up and down before he shook his head in disappointment. “How many times do we have to tell you not to fuck in our SHARED house?” Kobra entered the room, walking straight past his brother. Catching up to Kobra, Jet nodded.

 “We... Did not fuck,” Party said, glancing over at Ghoul. He giggled, but coughed to cover it. They all gathered in the kitchen area. “And I didn’t bring bagels,” Jet answered back.

 “Bagel??” Ghoul asked innocently, tugging on Jet’s sleeve like a child. Jet opened his box to reveal a bunch of bagels. “Bagels!!” Ghoul grinned, grabbing one and walking away.

 “A thank you would be nice!” Kobra called after him. 

Jet and Party laughed.

Turning his attention to his brother, Kobra signalled for him to go outside.

“We’ll be right back, Jet,” Kobra spun and walked towards the door.

Party followed, asking him what’s in the cooler.

When they got outside, the sun was beginning to set. Kobra walked a bit further out and sat on the ground and patted the dirt beside him. 

 Party made a face and tried pulling on his shorts to minimize skin contact with the ground, but gave up and sat down. “Yeah?”

Still looking at the sunset, Kobra smiled a tiny bit. “You’ve grown.”

“What?”

“I said you’ve grown.”

“I’ve always been older than you though,” Party said. 

“You’re missing the point.”

Party stayed silent.

“You’ve always looked after me. After all of us. But you’ve also always had a child-like tint to your personality. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, and I don’t think you’ll ever let anyone or anything take it from you. If the wars couldn’t, nothing can. But ever since you and Ghoul started dating, you’ve been so... Mature. In your own way. You started devoting your heart to something other than survival, your boyfriend and friends. I’m proud of you,” Kobra said, his voice getting shaky near the end. 

 “Was there a problem before?”

“Is blindly rushing into battle every time a threat occurs a problem?” Kobra looked away, blinking rapidly. He was trying not to cry.

“I- I didn’t even... Realize. I’m sorry I worried you. You worry me too,” Party added softly. 

A long pause.

“I guess it’s our job to look after each other,” Kobra turned to face Party.

“I still think we’re the best brother duo in the Zones.”

Kobra smiled. Genuinely smiled, face full of joy. That was rare.

Party wrapped his arms around him. “I’m still older than you,” he whispered. 

Kobra’s response was a laugh. Even rarer. 

When they stopped hugging, Kobra dried his eyes. Not like he was crying. He was not crying. There was just something in his eyes that made them tear up, probably just the wind. 

“On another note,” Kobra said. “It’s a little weird to see your brother one friend flirting and being horny little fucks all over the house.”

Party laughed. “Well... Look away.”

Kobra punched his shoulder lightly. 

“Also, you talk in your sleep,” Kobra said coolly. 

“WHAT?! How do you know that?” 

Kobra got up and looked to the sun, which was now dipped far behind he horizon. 

“I come into your room on Fridays when you’re asleep and leave a carbon in your jacket pocket. Like I did when we were kids. Stealing your money and giving it back at the end of the week. Remember that?”

Party blinked his eyes in surprise. “I- That was so long ago! Thank you though, although I don’t know how you manage to steal my carbons. And you really shouldn’t come into my room. Ghoul’s there and we do all this-“

 “Shut up, virgin,” Kobra laughed, punching his arm lightly again. 

“Oh you are NOT bringing that back!”

“Yes I am.”

“Fuck.”

                                  ...

“Chicken? No wait. Eagle!” Ghoul guessed.

“That only took you three minutes to figure out. Proud of you, buddy.” Jet made fun of him.

“It’s not my fault you suck at charades,”

he shrugged.

 “Watch your mouth before I take away your bagel privileges,”Jet joked. 

 “What’s the surpriseeeee,” Ghoul whined. 

“You’ll see! They should be back soon, patience is a goddamn virtue.” Jet answered, opening the cooler and picking out a pop.

Just then, the door opened and Party walked in and wordlessly hugged Ghoul. 

Kobra and Jet looked at each other and nodded. 

“Why are you hugging me?”

 “I’m freezing!” 

“Go change,” Ghoul said, pushing him off and hitting his their knees together. 

“gO cHaNgE,” Party mocked, walking away. 

When he left, Jet elbowed Ghoul in the ribs to get his attention. “What in the witch was that knee bump thing?? That was not romantic at all, dude.” Jet half laughed, half sighed. He couldn’t tell whether to be amused or disappointed.

“Oh, I’m sorry for trying to express my affection is a way that doesn’t make the two of you uncomfortable. I guess I’ll just have to slap his thigh next time. Damn,” Ghoul answered sarcastically. Jet stayed silent. “Ghoul... Please. That’s my brother. Don’t make me witness any of that bullshit,” Kobra groaned. 

“No promises.”

“ No promises I won’t kill you in your sleep,” Kobra said coldly. 

“You being serious?”

“Of course n-“

“I am BACK!” Party walked into their view. 

Kobra took one look at Party’s outfit and sighed. 

“Are those Pony’s pants?” Jet asked.

“They gave ‘em to me. Ghoul?”

Ghoul shook his head in disapproval. They could all tell he liked it, though. Party wore a pair of jeans that were cut and sewn back on the sides in a criss cross pattern, exposing the sides of his legs. He also had   a white shirt that he had written on himself and an old plaid shirt. 

“Oh yeah. Ghoul has a matching one. He’ll get it soon.” Party smirked. 

“Shirt?” Ghoul asked.

“Yeah.”

“How could you possibly match something to that?”

“Change the position of the third word,” Party said, winking.

It took a moment for everyone to get it. Once they did, they regretted understanding. 

A while later, Jet and Kobra had seated Party and Ghoul on the couch. 

“The surprise.” Jet removed the sunglasses from the top of his head.

Jet snapped his fingers and Kobra got a bagel and the baguette off the floor. 

“By Destroya, is this what I- oh shit. Oh god oh fuck.” Party shamefully looked into his open palm. 

Ghoul looked confused.

“As Party has stated before. This. Is. Yeah,” Jet started, holding up the baguette.

“Baguette penis?” Ghoul asked shamelessly.

Jet nodded. 

Party groaned and buried his face in Ghoul’s neck. 

“And this is a uhhh... When two people love each other very much, they...” Kobra held up the bagel awkward.

“Bagel butthole,” Ghoul nodded, stroking Party’s filthy red hair. 

“And they-“ Jet stuck the baguette through the hole in the bagel. 

Party glanced over and hid back into Ghoul’s neck. 

“Do sex,” Ghoul said simply.

“Have,” Kobra corrected.

“Okay, you know what it is. Answer honestly, did you two do the sex in this house?” Jet asked jokingly.

 “That is such an invasion of privacy. How could you ask such a personal qu- I’m just kidding, no we didn’t. We’re good children!”

“You’re 22,” Kobra corrected. 

“But I’m baby.”

This got Party to get out of his neck and laugh. Jet was laughing too, but because of the staredown that Kobra and Ghoul were having. 

“Alright, I get it, no sex in the house! We never had any anyways geez-“ Party stopped, realizing what he had just said.

“Well the babies aren’t gonna make themselves,” Jet replied. Kobra smacked him lightly.

“I’m gonna need you to repeat that very slowly, Star,” Ghoul told him.

They all shared a laugh over everyone’s stupidity.

All of them knew that Party and Ghoul weren’t going to have sex in the house, or anywhere else for that matter.

Yet.

-Two weeks later-

Kobra and Jet returned from one of their supply runs in the afternoon. They had been gone all morning, stealing supplies from the inner zones and killing anyone in the way. They had left Ghoul and Party to clean up the house. When Jet came in, he was shocked to find that the house was actually clean. “Guys?” Jet called out. 

 “Lawn chairs?” Kobra suggested. They dropped off the supplies and checked the back. There they were sitting beside each other in different lawn chairs and talking. This was out of character. “Are you guys okay?” Jet asked. They stood up and turned around.

Clear as day, Party’s shirt said I’M PARTY FUCKIN’ POISON.

Ghoul’s said I’M FUCKIN’ PARTY POISON.