Memories Consume, Like Opening The Wounds

Sometimes All You Need Is A Little Flirtation [3/15]

2008-07-08T02:25:12Z

Title: Sometimes All You Need Is A Little Flirtation
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David, David/Frank/Gerard, David/Frank, David/Gerard and Frank/Gerard
Summary: It’s Warped tour and when Pierre’s girlfriend arrives to spend some time with him David starts to feel really left out. When Frank and Gerard take an interest in the bassist, well, Pierre might just have to reconsider what exactly David means to him. But is David still going to want Pierre when he’s got Frank and Gerard instead?
Chapter: 3/15
Beta: The lovely theghostofher
Disclaimer: Sadly, it isn’t true. But god, wouldn’t it be a perfect world if it was? The slash, the love… *sighs dreamily*
A/N: Sorry for the four day wait and shit.. but nrrgh. Still no internet at home >.<

Part 1

Part 2

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Previously:

With a smile, I turned to Gerard and on a split-second decision I kissed him lightly.

“There,” I said upon pulling back, “Now you got the first kiss from me.”

Gerard just smiled as we continued to walk away from my band. But with each step I took, I felt the nausea start to rise.

What the fuck had I just done?

~

Part 3

It wasn't until we had turned a corner and were out of view of my band mates that I let myself freak out… somewhat.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Um, David?” Gerard asked concerned.

Pulling away from them, I started pacing. “Oh fuck, they don't know I'm gay… well they didn't; now they do and oh fuck, great way to out yourself David, real ingenious.”

“Woah. They didn’t know you were gay?” Frank asked, “How fucking blind are they?”

“Frank!” Gerard snapped while moving to wrap his arm around my shoulders, “you’re not helping him.”

Frank gave a sheepish smile before joining Gerard and wrapping his arms around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder. “Sorry… and fuck. Sorry for outing you.”

I let out a long sigh. “It’s okay, it’s not like I didn’t help. Just, fuck, all I need now is for them to know I like Pier- shit.”

Slapping my hand over my mouth, I looked at them with wide eyes.

“Holy fuck,” Frank said, smirking as he pulled back, “You like Pierre?”

I winced before removing my hand. “Please, fuck, don’t say that out loud.”

“Shit dude, for how fucking long?” Frank asked, his eyes wide and curious.

“Frank, shut up,” Gerard muttered, his eyes not leaving my face, as he seemed to look through me, “You think he’s going to figure out you like him because he now knows you’re into guys, right?”

“How…?” I asked, looking at him with stunned, wide eyes.

I couldn’t believe that he had got it straight away.

Frank smiled before lightly nudging Gerard. “You’re just like Gee was with me.”

“You mean you’re…?”

"Dating," Gerard smiled softly at Frank. "Have been for two years."

I frowned. “What about me?”

“Well, we like to have a little fun,” Frank answered, “We were going to tell you before it got serious, but dude, hell, the whole plan is totally changed,” looking at Gerard, he continued, “We’re totally going to play this, right?”

Rolling his eyes, Gerard turned back to me. “Do you want to play this?”

“Huh?”

Frank answered, a smirk on his lips as his hand ran up my back, “Do you still want to semi-date us? You know, even though you like Pierre?”

Biting my lower lip, I looked between them.

There was no way I could get Pierre, I already knew that… and when would I next get an offer like this?

Letting a small smile form, I wrapped my arms around them.

“Fuck yes. I’ve always wanted to be part of a ménage à trios.”

“God,” Frank muttered, “You’re so fucking sexy when you speak French.”

I grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind when we get a hotel room.”

“And before you get Frank horny and wanting to fuck you against a wall… how about we actually go and get some lunch?”

Laughing, I nodded. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea, Gerard,” I paused, pulling away from them both and turning around so I could hook our arms, “So, where too?”

“Ooooh, Mikey told me about this awesome café he went to with Ray. Wanna go there?”

“The one with the really good coffee?” Gerard asked as we started to walk.

Frank nodded. “Yeah, so we’ll go there?”

“No objections here,” I said with a smile.

“Alright! The Café That Mikey Recommended it is!”

Frank and I just laughed as Gerard grinned and started to lead us in the general direction that would take us out of the venue and towards the café.

~

Fifteen minutes – and a few gropes from Frank later - we arrived at the café, Frank’s arm around my waist with his hand in Gerard’s back pocket, Gerard’s arm around my shoulders and playing with Frank’s hair while my arms wrapped around both of their waists.

I was half-surprised we were still able to freaking walk to be honest, but either way, we were at the café.

Untangling himself, Frank pushed open the door for us. When we were through, he quickly jumped back over to my side and wiggled back into the embrace, making me laugh while Gerard just smiled softly.

“So what you gonna get David, Gee?” Frank asked as we made our way to the counter.

“No clue,” I replied, “Any suggestions?”

“We could wing it?” Gerard said with a shrug.

I laughed. "What, like say to the cashier 'Whatever you want, just as long as it's vegetarian'?”

Frank and Gerard looked at each other before Gerard said, “I’m cool with that.”

Grinning, Frank pulled us up to the counter and smiled at the girl behind it. “Hi, we’d like whatever you decide to pick for us as long as it’s vegetarian, okay?”

She blinked. “Um, alright…”

Smiling, the three of us started to turn around, almost tripping over a chair as we did.

“Guys, we’re going to break our necks if we keep walking like this,” I said on a laugh.

Frank giggled. “Heh. Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Slipping his arm from my waist, he grabbed my hand instead. With a smile, I followed his example and unwrapped myself from Gerard before grabbing his hand.

“Alright, time to find a table!” Frank declared before he started pulling us after him making me look back and smirk at Gerard.

Gerard smiled back. “You can’t help but love him.”

“Oooh a booth!” Frank said happily before pulling us in its direction.

I laughed slightly. “No, you really can’t.”

“Oh hey, uh, David…” Frank said, suddenly stopping.

Turning away from Gerard, I asked, “Yeah wh-”

I cut myself off and fell silent as I realised what Frank had wanted to bring to my attention.

My entire band - as well as Ashleigh - was sitting in a booth, staring at us with wide-eyes.

Well, fuck… awkward much?

“Hey, how would you introduce us?” Frank asked, turning to me, “Like would you say these are the two parts of my ménage à trios? Or just say that these are my boyfriends?”

Wait, no, I take that back. It was awkward now.

Sometimes All You Need Is A Little Flirtation [2/15]

2008-07-04T02:12:19Z

Title: Sometimes All You Need Is A Little Flirtation
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David, David/Frank/Gerard, David/Frank, David/Gerard and Frank/Gerard
Summary: It’s Warped tour and when Pierre’s girlfriend arrives to spend some time with him David starts to feel really left out. When Frank and Gerard take an interest in the bassist, well, Pierre might just have to reconsider what exactly David means to him. But is David still going to want Pierre when he’s got Frank and Gerard instead?
Chapter: 2/15
Beta: The lovely theghostofher
Disclaimer: Sadly, it isn’t true. But god, wouldn’t it be a perfect world if it was? The slash, the love… *sighs dreamily*
A/N: Sorry this was posted a day late but with the internet issues... well, merrgh. Hope you like anyway.

Part 1

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Previously:

“We should have talked to you days ago,” Frank muttered, making me laugh as Gerard opened the bus door and we all slipped in one by one.

When Frank pinched my ass as soon as I was inside, I jumped slightly before turning around and shooting him an amused smile that he only smirked at.

Oh yes, this tour had just gotten a whole lot better.

~

Part 2

It had been two days since Frank and Gerard had invited me to play Guitar Hero and man, best two days of the tour by far.

Once they realised – which didn’t take long – that I was totally into playing along with their flirting it was like a switch had been flicked as they seemed to be constantly hanging off me and dragged me everywhere with them.

It was great, hell it was fantastic. Frank had even started calling us The Three Musketeers… not to mention suggesting that I move into My Chemical Romance's tour bus, since, you know, Frank had decided he was adopting me as his French slave after hearing me speak it.

Grinning at the thought, I hurriedly finished my breakfast – which consisted of a banana – before throwing the skin in the bin.

Pulling out my cell phone to check the time, I swore under my breath. I was supposed to meet them at their bus five minutes ago.

I quickly shoved my phone back into the pocket of my skinny jeans before opening the bus and jumping out.

I hadn't taken more then a step however, when Pierre called out my name, making me turn to the right and watch as he walked over, Ashleigh on his arm and the rest of the band trailing behind.

Cursing mentally, I didn’t let my annoyance show as I gave them a small smile while silently wishing I had just escaped earlier when I had the chance.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I liked my band, a lot, but hanging with Gerard and Frank was so much easier and hell, having two sexy guys draped over me was definitely a plus.

But with the guys… well, I hadn’t even openly said I was gay and to be honest? I really would just rather not have to deal with Pierre and Ashleigh until I was a little more over him… or I’d been laid, one of the two.

“Hey David? Hello?”

Snapping out of my thoughts, I gave Pierre a sheepish smile. “Sorry. What?”

“We’re going to go out for a bit. You know, get away from the whole place before we have to perform. You gonna come?”

“Oh, thanks, but I’ve already got plans… in fact, I’m late. So maybe next time?”

Pat frowned. “Awh, come on David. What are you going to do? Read a book?”

My eyes narrowed. “No, I’m hanging out with a few people.”

“Oh come on David,” Chuck said, “We all know you’ve been making that up. Just stop pretending and hang with us, okay?”

My eyes widened slightly as my eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“Come on, David. Let’s just forget it and go eat?” Pierre suggested, giving me a small hopeful smile.

I clenched my teeth. “Do you seriously think my whole world revolves around you guys?”

“David,” Seb answered quietly, “we’re not trying to make a scene. We just thought you’d like to hang out with us.”

“You just thought I have no other friends?”

“Well you don’t,” Jeff muttered, but I heard it.

I was seconds away from yelling at them – regardless of the fact I’d only started having friends two days ago – when a loud ‘Davvvvvid’ was heard seconds before I was jumped on from behind, just barely managing to stay stable as their arms wrapped around my neck and their legs around my waist.

“You didn’t come? Why didn’t you come? I had to run all the way down here to find you, you know.”

“Frank, get the fuck off me,” I said, unable to stop the smile that formed on my face.

Doing as I asked, he dropped off me before bouncing to my side and saying with a large grin, “I totally missed you.”

I never got a chance to reply before he had flung himself at me, his arms around my neck as he leaned up and kissed my cheek sloppily, making me laugh.

“Sorry Dave,” Gerard grinned as he walked towards us, “Mikey gave him sugar.”

Pulling back, Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a skittles packet before grabbing my hand and dropping a few into it.

“Now, why didn’t you come?” he asked.

Rolling my eyes, I popped some skittles into my mouth. “’Cause I was eating a banana.”

Frank nodded, as if my answer made complete sense before he glanced into his skittles packet.

Frowning, he looked back at me as I popped a red one into my mouth. “Hey, woah! That was the last red skittle! Gimmie!”

Not letting me respond, he grabbed my neck and pulled me down for a kiss.

Gerard laughed as my eyes widened slightly.

Frank took no notice as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and searched for the fucking skittle. When he found it, he sucked it into his mouth before pulling back and chewing it, a smirk on his face.

Turning to Gerard, he teased, “Hah, I got to kiss him first!”

Gerard pouted. “Yeah, but you cheated.”

“Nuh, uh.”

Crossing his arms, Gerard looked at me. “He cheated. Come on David, he totally cheated!”

Pushing down the ‘oh-fuck-my-band-mates-are-standing-right-there’ part of me, I answered, “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m still bummed I only got a kiss ‘cause I had the last red skittle.”

Frank smirked. “I can do a lot more to you if you want?”

“Oh no,” Gerard cut in. “You got the first grope and the first kiss. I’m totally screwing him first!”

I was caught halfway between being completely mortified and laughing as I pointedly did not look at my band.

“Okay, look, how about we screw him together? You know, threesome, like we first planned?” Frank suggested.

Unable to stop myself, I asked, “And don’t I get a say in this? We are talking about my ass here.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” Frank said, turning back to me and smiling, “So next hotel night we go at it?”

“Um,” flicking my eyes to my stunned band mates, I felt the lingering anger at them flare up again before I turned back to Frank. “You know what? Fucking brilliant idea. Now how about we go get that lunch you promised me?”

Giggling, Frank grabbed my hand and pulled me over to Gerard who wrapped his arm around my waist. “This is going to be so fucking hot.”

With a smile, I turned to Gerard and on a split-second decision I kissed him lightly.

“There,” I said upon pulling back, “Now you got the first kiss from me.”

Gerard just smiled as we continued to walk away from my band. But with each step I took, I felt the nausea start to rise.

What the fuck had I just done?

Part 3

Sometimes All You Need Is A Little Flirtation [1/15]

2008-07-01T01:59:32Z

Title: Sometimes All You Need Is A Little Flirtation
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David, David/Frank/Gerard, David/Frank, David/Gerard and Frank/Gerard
Summary: It’s Warped tour and when Pierre’s girlfriend arrives to spend some time with him David starts to feel really left out. When Frank and Gerard take an interest in the bassist, well, Pierre might just have to reconsider what exactly David means to him. But is David still going to want Pierre when he’s got Frank and Gerard instead?
Chapter: 1/15
Beta: The lovely theghostofher
Disclaimer: Sadly, it isn’t true. But god, wouldn’t it be a perfect world if it was? The slash, the love… *sighs dreamily*
A/N: I have no idea where this came from… or even if I like it. But either way, I sat down and wrote the whole thing in a couple of days… so yeah. It would have been up a while ago but my internet got cut >.<

Anyway, I hope you like it. Next part will be up in a couple of days ^^

Oh, and its set in about 2004… also lets just say that Gerard has been sober for a while now, yeah? Good!

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Part 1

I hated Pierre.

Well, no, actually, I just hated Pierre’s girlfriend Ashleigh who was currently ruining my life.

See, I was kinda, maybe, sorta, accidentally in love with Pierre… a little.

And okay, I’m so not bitching over that since he’s completely straight and I’m never going to get him. So really, I’m fine with that and it’s not at all why I hate her.

‘Cause like, I’ve dated other people… granted they’ve all been girls I’ve never really liked since I’m gay but whatever, moving on.

The reason I hate her is… she’s on the tour and I mean, like, hello? This is band mates only time!

I’m supposed to have months of being Pierre’s best friend and centre of attention, but nooooo, she’s here and messing it all up!

Because, as can be expected, I've been fucking sidelined so Pierre can hang with Ashleigh, and hey, good for him. It's not like I care or anything.

Sighing in frustration at my own thoughts, – which I unfortunately couldn’t escape - I leaned my head back against the wall I was standing against, looking up at the sky through my sunglasses.

Life really sucked right about now.

Pierre was with Ashleigh. Kissing, touching and having fun with her and they were probably with the rest of the guys who were doing god knows what and also having fun.

So why wasn’t I with them?

Well, obviously I didn’t want to watch Pierre and Ashleigh make goo-goo eyes at each other… and as for the other guys? Well, it was a pretty stupid reason but… I didn't want it to look like Pierre and the band were my only friends.

And okay, so they were my only friends but I didn’t want them to know that.

So I was here, staring at the sky and doing absolutely nothing other then getting hot and aggravated.

It sucked.

Letting out another sigh, I was about to slink down the wall until I was on the ground when a voice asked, “Hey, you happen to have a light?”

I blinked before turning to look at Frank Iero and Gerard Way. What?

Alright, well, okay... answering Frank would be a good thing to do right now, David.

“Um, no. Sorry?”

Frank nodded. “Awh, it’s alright.”

Turning to Gerard he reached into the singer’s pants and pulled out… a lighter? What the hell?

“You had a lighter all along?” I asked incredulously as I watched him pull out a packet of cigarettes from his own pocket.

Frank smirked and slipped a cigarette between his lips as Gerard answered, “Yeah, but this is the third day in a row we’ve seen you just… standing somewhere so we thought we’d make some kind of conversation… or well Frank did and I tagged along.”

Taking a drag from his cigarette, Frank handed it to Gerard. “Yeah, so… do you mind if we bum around with you?”

I blinked before shaking my head.

Smiling, the two of them walked over before sitting down on the ground in front of me.

Not knowing what else to do, I just sat down and watched as they passed the cigarette back and forth between them.

“So, um, really sorry,” Frank said after a few seconds, “but what’s your name? I can not for the life of me remember it.”

“Uh, I’m David, the bassist in Simple Plan.”

Gerard smiled. “Cool. Well I’m Gerard and this is Frank.”

“Yeah, I know you both.”

Frank pouted. “Awh man, now I feel even worse for not remembering you.”

“It’s cool,” I said, smiling slightly.

Grinning back, Frank crushed out the cigarette before standing up. “Well then, now that we’re all friends and shit, we’re going to drag you away from this wall - forcibly if we have to - because we need a sixth person for our Guitar Hero competition.”

I opened my mouth but never got a chance to speak before Frank – who was surprisingly strong – pulled me up and started leading me towards what I could only assume was the direction of the My Chem tour bus, Gerard following close behind.

“Why me?” I finally managed to ask after a minute or so of walking – during which I was pointedly ignoring the fact that Frank’s hand was still holding my wrist and that Gerard had grabbed my other one a few seconds ago.

Gerard was the one to answer as he smiled softly at me. “We’ve noticed that you’ve been pretty lonely and we figured that we could help.”

I blinked. “You noticed that but couldn’t even remember my name?”

“Hey,” Frank said defensively, “"When you are checking out a hot guy you do not fantasise about his name… now, his thighs, on the other hand...” turning around he sent me a suggestive smirk making me blush.

“Frank, shut up," Gerard said, but it lacked any real annoyance or conviction.

Throwing Gerard a wink, he turned back to look in the direction he was leading us making me turn to Gerard and ask, “Was he serious?”

“That we want into your pants? Yep. But we also do need a sixth person for Guitar Hero… and you seem like you’d be good company.”

When Frank stopped, I turned around to find we were in front of a bus – obviously their’s.

“So what do you say? Think you can hang with us and be blatantly flirted with by Frank… and more subtly flirted with by me?” Gerard questioned while dropping my wrist to stand with Frank, his arm wrapping around the guitarist’s waist.

A smile making its way onto my face, I slipped my hands into my pockets and leaned backwards on the balls of my feet slightly so my shirt would rise up.

When both sets of eyes focused on the skin that had been revealed, my smile turned to a smirk.

“Oh yeah, I think I can deal with some flirting.”

Grinning, the two of them reached out and pulled me forward, Gerard’s arm moving to wrap around my shoulders as Frank’s went around my waist.

“We should have talked to you days ago,” Frank muttered, making me laugh as Gerard opened the bus door and we all slipped in one by one.

When Frank pinched my ass as soon as I was inside, I jumped slightly before turning around and shooting him an amused smile that he only smirked at.

Oh yes, this tour had just gotten a whole lot better.

Part 2

keyboard smash of utter frustration at her internet

2008-06-29T04:41:29Z

Alright, so mother fucking, fuck, I finally get some internet time… I swear if it wasn’t for talking to you Kita I’d have gone crazy *hugs*

Okay so details, my internet’s gone and I have no fucking clue when it will be back.

Upside, I’ve been writing shit loads so when I do get it back or can come steal my dad’s internet (like I’m doing now) my lovely beta theghostofher you will be swamped ~~if you still want to beta for me…~~ with fics :P

Other then that oh my god you guys I got a job!!

And holy fuck, it’s at SANITY (for those of you who are not Australian it’s like, the biggest company in Australia with stores all over the country.So yes a music store *spazzes*)

So yeah, I’ll be working a lot which is both good and bad.

Good because I get cash which means more concerts and stuff to spend it on AND because I’ll be catching the bus to my Dad’s work and going on the internet.

But bad because I won’t be writing as much T.T

Anyway, moving on… I have gotten so much crap on my flist that I can not be fucked to read any of it (other then comment replies) so if you have a fic to recommend or an update of something you know I was reading then link me it and I will ^^ (same thing applies to journal/fic updates of yours you want me to read)

And yeah, alright. I’m going to go through my emails now and finally do my friends cut.

I love you all… I hope you haven’t forgot about me. *sweatdrop*

Internet = Dead

2008-06-18T22:28:59Z

Well, what I have been prophesising for the last month or so has finally happened… my internet got cut off T-T

Clicky for more details?

Alright, so basically I have no real idea when we’ll get internet back at the house… I’m currently at my dad’s work stealing his but not for long, just a few hours.

I’m mainly just going to be trying to dig out of the pile dumped on my email account/flist while I’ve been gone ~~Kita what happened to the death of slashatthedisco huh?!~~

So yeah, you’ll probably get some random comments from me on old things, heh.

And just, yeah, not dead.

Much love to you all!

Sarah

P.S Kita(cursed_bouquet) I love you so much for all the smut texting and randomness!! *hugs*

The SemeUke Quiz

2008-06-12T17:00:09Z

Nicked this quiz from mcluvin

Pretty cool quiz actually:

You are a Chibi Seme!

You are the seme in disguise. Able to fit in and get along with uke and seme alike, you are able to get close to the uke on their level before exerting your dominance. This makes you at times manipulative and able to fool others about your true seme nature. Because of your harmless appearance, it takes the flamboyantly gay Flaming Uke to match wits and really bring out your aggressive side to expose you for the seme that you are.

Most compatible with: Flaming Uke, Badass Uke

Least compatible with: Dramatic Uke

What seme or uke are you? Take the experience at SemeUke.com, or find merchandise here.

So come on, whose going to be my Flaming uke? *grins evilly* ~~I also really like that I'm most compatible with the extra gay of the gay, lol.~~

David Was In My Dream, Whoo!

2008-06-12T12:14:40Z

I had a dream...

Alright, so yeah, I had one and David Desrosiers was in it.

We became friends... sorta, he was lying on the spare bed in my house with his wife but then she left and I was sick so I snuggled into the bed's covers and we started talking.

He wasn't very 'into' her in it though, he said she was cute and then asked for my opinon so I was all, 'uh huh' ('cause she was tbh) while thinking 'he can't be straight, right?' so I'm totally counting that as a fake marriage anyway.

Meh, so we talked and he showed me his drawings after I told him about how MCR were better lyricists/musicians then Simple Plan.

Then, a bit later I - and maybe him, not sure - ran from the police after my ~~our~~ friends murdered some people(wtf?).

So yeah, thought I'd mention it because, you know, David, lol.

Oh God. So Damn Funny.

2008-06-11T11:16:59Z

Nicked this pretty fucking hilarious meme from star55.

God this is an awesome meme ^^

</p>

Kinky Crusaders Stats

Formed:	11th June 2008
Split:	8th April 2010
Best Album:	‘Bitterns Shtiks Vervains Tarletan’ 4/10 in the NME
Best Single:	‘Gharri Tortes Event’ 6/10 in the NME
Records Sold:	40,142 in total (20,966 albums, 19,176 singles).
Reputation:	Unknown
Groupies:	helena_suicide’s Messianic Complex is getting out of hand. Recently they forced idktbh to sign up to their ‘Cocks For Christ’ campaign at knifepoint.

Kinky Crusaders Member Profiles

xmychemx

xmychemx believes that their voice contributes to the band’s statement. And it does. That statement being SHITE.

sleeplessgirl83</p>

Things are looking particularly grim for sleeplessgirl83 after Bono mentioned that the Kinky Crusaders guitarist was an influence to both him and U2. sleeplessgirl83 is now a suicidal wreck.

dryvenom

dryvenom seems to be more capable at using their bass as a weapon than a musical instrument.

idktbh

idktbh’s manages to make an epileptic speed freak from Inverness look co-ordinated.

cursed_bouquet

Talented, innovative and passionate. These are all words you’d use to describe cursed_bouquet’s musical ability if you were on 20 E’s and a litre bottle of scotch.

Single Releases

#	Title	Date
31	Gharri Tortes Event	Aug 2008
37	Demonian Levy Boloney	Nov 2008
39	Adjudged Vodouns Stemware Sheaths Nutcases Moreen	Jan 2009

Album Releases

#	Title	Date
41	Bitterns Shtiks Vervains Tarletan	Jun 2008

northern ireland’s worst

Man, you guys suck. *cackles*

Can You Do Me A Favour? [Gerard Way/David Desrosiers, Standalone]

2008-06-09T04:21:22Z

Title: Can You Do Me A Favour?
Rating: NC-17
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: David Desrosiers/Gerard Way
Summary: David was horny and looking for Frank but instead of getting the guitarist, he got the singer instead.
Chapter: Standalone
Beta: The lovely star55
Disclaimer: Yeah. Arlgit, so let’s just ignore the fact that they’re both their own people oh and that I’m seriously warping the general timeline of both bands… then yeah sure, I own them. *eye roll*
A/N: This was originally supposed to be Frank/David… but hey, it was Dee/Gee instead, lol. I might make a sequel to this but I’m unsure. Either way, I hope you like it!! ~~And I’m so going to write more of this pairing even if not in sequel form.~~ Also it’s set around 03ish only Gerard’s sober and in the whole ‘still thinks he’s a geek/chubby guy and is adorably insecure’ mentality… my story, my rules.

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I almost felt bad… keyword there being almost.

See, I had just been hanging out with Pierre… the deliciously sexy, gorgeous, handsome… and okay basically he was just a fucking hot guy, alright?

Anyway, we were chilling out and… and, I hadn’t had sex in eight months so really, it was totally understandable that just being near his utter hotness had made me a little uncomfortable, but you know, then he fucking leaned across me and okay, I had to practically sprint away because hey, not a good thing for your best friend to know you just got a hard-on from him.

So you know, that brings me to the almost feeling bad thing… see, I kinda, maybe, was about to take up a favour a friend owed me… and... that was really fucking pathetic but screw it, I was horny and I wanted someone’s hand down my god damn pants!

And that’s what led me here, to My Chemical Romance’s tour bus.

Taking a deep breath, I bit my lip before knocking on the door while subtly rearranging myself and hoping it wasn’t as obvious as I pretty much knew it was.

It wasn’t until the door opened rather roughly that I realised I hadn’t actually stopped wrapping my knuckles against it.

Blushing, I gave Gerard a sheepish smile as I lowered my hand. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he said, brushing some hair out of his eyes, “So what do you want?”

Blunt and to the point, good, I really wasn’t up to beating around the bush.

“Is Frank here?”

“Nope, sorry; he went out for smokes and food with Bob and Mikey.”

My face fell. What the fuck was I going to do now? Will my erection down? Fucking great.

“Is there anything I can do?” Gerard questioned.

Shaking my head, I took a step to the right before banging my head twice against the side of their bus.

“Hey, dude, what the fuck?”

Before I could reply, Gerard had jumped out of the bus before grabbing my shoulders and pulling me away.

Looking over my shoulder, I pouted at him. “Excuse me, trying to do something over here.”

I went to wiggle out of his hold but he just wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me against him making my eyes widen. “No, come on. You shouldn’t be hurting yourself over… whatever it is. Frank will be back in like, ten minutes, okay?”

Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat over Gerard Fucking Way being pressed against me, I made myself reply, “Too long. Now let go of me please, I have to knock myself into unconsciousness, thank you.”

Unfortunately, Gerard just held me tighter. “Um, no?”

I sighed; desperate circumstances call for desperate measures.

“Will you put your hand into my pants then?”

I felt him tense from behind me, but instead of letting go – like I thought he would – he just asked, “Um… what?”

Tilting my head so I could look at him, I gave him a hopeful smile. “I kinda, um, want you to get me off?”

He blinked, his surprise slowly being replaced by confusion. “Me?”

“Well, Frank owed me so I was going to ask him… but since you’re kind of making me harder from our positions it’d be really awesome if you would? Or you know, you could let me go and we could pretend that this never, ever happened.”

He was silent for a few moments and I was half expecting to be dropped on the ground when he asked, “… Are you really serious about the first part?”

Eyebrows furrowing, I craned my neck back further so I could see his face.

He was biting his bottom lip nervously and there was a faint blush on his cheeks.

I blinked; did he think I was kidding?

Deciding that it couldn’t hurt, I stood on tiptoes, giving me just enough height to place a light kiss to his lips before pulling back.

His eyes had widened slightly but he otherwise hadn’t reacted.

“Very, very serious,” I said quietly, “so you know, if you’re up t-”

I never got to finish when Gerard spun me around seconds before he pushed me up against the side of the tour bus, his lips claiming mine in a kiss, my eyes quickly falling shut as I gripped his shirt.

The kiss didn’t last long however, when he pulled back.

I opened my eyes, about to protest when he said, “Get on the bus.”

Smiling, I quickly complied, moving out from beneath him so I could hurriedly get on it.

The second I did however, Gerard had grabbed my shirt and started dragging me down it as I clung to his upper arm so I wouldn’t fall over anything.

“Ray,” Gerard called, “You better get off the bus right about now.”

“Wh-” Ray stopped talking as soon as he became visible making me blush.

He let out a snort before making his way past us. “I wasn’t here; I didn’t see anything and the bus had better be clean when I get back.”

“Uh huh,” Gerard muttered while continuing to pull me further down the bus.

Looking back nervously I asked, “He won’t come back, right?”

Gerard shook his head before letting me go. “No. Frank would be the only one we’d have to worry about… well maybe Mikey but either way we’re pretty safe since they’ll be a while.”

I smiled while leaning to my left slightly to watch him chuck a bunch of art supplies out of his bunk.

“You know,” I commented when he finished, “if we weren’t about to do something much better, I’d totally be praising you over your awesome drawings.”

He blushed but I didn’t wait for his answer as I moved over to him, pushing him into his bunk and climbing on top of him.

Smirking, I shut the curtain before asking, “How you want this? We can’t fuck in such a small space without at least some difficulty… and I also don’t have any condoms on me.”

“Um,” he paused, his eyes flicking down to my hands that had started tracing patterns through his shirt.

“Hmm?” I asked while moving them down so I could start to remove said shirt and get to his chest.

“I, uh…”

Pausing my movements, I looked back at him. He was blushing… or flushing, I couldn’t really tell.

“You okay?”

He was silent for a few seconds before he asked, “You… you came to do this with Frank… are you guys… like, um… I don’t want to, um…”

I smiled when he trailed off.

Leaning down, I pressed a small kiss to his lips before pulling back. “Frank owed me; it’s nothing more then mutual satisfaction. So don’t worry, everything’s cool, no cheating or messy shit like that.”

He smirked.

“Well, in that case,” reaching out, he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down for a much deeper kiss then the last few times.

Kissing back, I started rocking our hips together making us both groan into the others mouth.

Taking the advantage of his open mouth, I slipped my tongue inside.

Gerard quickly responded, our tongues duelling as we rocked our hips against the others, the occasional groan escaping our mouths.

He was the first to break the kiss as he gasped out, “Fuck. Look, as m-much as this is, ergh, good. Do you really want to come in your fucking p-pants?”

Groaning in frustration, I nodded before practically forcing myself to stop moving my hips against his. “Alright, fuck. Um, okay, I’ll like, just get my pants off an-”

“David, fuck it,” Gerard muttered before rocking his hips against mine again, “I haven’t been laid in way too fucking long and you’re about Mikey’s size so you can steal his pants later.”

I started to laugh but it ended on a moan as Gerard moved his hips just right.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I started grinding against him again.

Pulling me back down, Gerard attached his lips to my neck as he continued his movements making me shudder and whimper slightly when he sucked extra hard.

“Gerard… fuck,” I hissed out while burying my face against his neck as I came, groaning loudly against his skin.

It only took Gerard a few moments more before he followed; biting into my neck as he did and making me hiss and shudder.

Catching my breath against his neck, I couldn’t resist licking it when my breathing was even, smiling when he shuddered.

“That… was fun,” I said.

He laughed before placing a light kiss to the hickey I was sure to have.

Turning my head, I wiggled down slightly –pointedly ignoring the disgusting feeling in my pants – so my head was resting on his chest. “Want to make this a regular thing when one of us is horny?”

He smiled, quickly making a grin form on my face.

“I think we could do that.”

I was about to respond when the sound of a door opening and loud voices made me sit up slightly.

“Fuck!” Gerard cursed.

“Your band mates?” I questioned as he started pushing me off him.

“Yeah,” he muttered before wiggling out from under me so he could get out of the bunk.

I pouted. “I feel used.”

“Yo guys, stay out of the bunk area for a bit yeah?” Gerard called.

There were three shouts of agreement before Gerard popped back in holding skinny jeans.

Smiling, he said, “Just give me a sec to change and then you can, yeah?”

I nodded dumbly making his grin widen before he shut the curtain and the sound of a zipper going down could be heard.

This was… different… not that I was complaining.

In fact, Gerard has just beat Frank to the top of my ‘friends with benefits’ list.

Mind you… if they were both together… well, that would be one wild and awesome night.

Smiling at the thought, I was slightly startled when Gerard pulled open the curtain.

“S’just me,” he said with a grin before helping me out of the bunk.

Letting me go, he turned around to let me get changed.

Holding down an ‘awwwwwh’ at the gesture, I quickly rid myself of my pants and boxers, using what I could to clean up the rest of me before slipping into what I could only assume were Mikey’s jeans.

They fit pretty well, which I was kinda surprised at, but none the less, it was a good thing.

Dressed, I reached out and grabbed Gerard’s shoulder, turning him around so I could lean up and kiss him softly.

Pulling back after a few seconds, I said, “Guy or girl, whoever gets you is damn fucking lucky.”

He blushed. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Oh and hey, can I leave these here to be dry cleaned with your other stuff? I just don’t really want to slap a sign over my head that says ‘just got laid’.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Just put it in that pile with my stuff.”

Placing a kiss to his cheek, I moved over to the pile he pointed at. Dropping my clothes there, I turned back before bouncing over to him.

“Thanks so much, I’ll owe you one.”

Tossing a wink in, I placed one more kiss to his lips before bouncing out into the lounge of the bus.

Bob, Mikey and Frank all looked up making me smile as I made my way to the door.

“Hi guys,” I said before opening the bus door and jumping out.

Turning to look at them, I continued, “Bye guys!”

Just as I was shutting the door I heard Mikey ask, “Was he wearing my pants?”

Giggling, I made my way in the direction of my own bus as I started to think up a plan.

I did have to find the perfect way to pay Gerard back, after all.

The Muffin Man [Ferard, Standalone]

2008-06-08T06:15:51Z

Title: The Muffin Man
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Frank/Gerard with some Pierre/David(Simple Plan) and Ryden hints.
Summary: Frank runs a small café. Gerard comes in every day for lunch, but what annoys and maybe even captivates Frank, is that Gerard never has a muffin.
Chapter: Standalone
Beta: The lovely xmychemx
Disclaimer: I don’t own them… but I do own the plot which is beyond all manner of weirdness O.o
Dedication: The fucking awesome cursed_bouquet for inspiring this idea and the totally amazing x_keepthefaith for kicking my Ferard love into gear and making me open up a document and start writing this. ~~Since I have seriously been neglecting this pairing.~~
A/N: Don’t ask me where I got that idea because that answer will never leave the confines of mine and cursed_bouquet’s minds. However, we thought it was appropriate considering what my name-thing(I’m A Bad Little Muffin) is ^^

Anyway, I hope you enjoy its randomness ^^

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Frank didn’t consider himself a prying person.

As far as he was concerned, unless someone told him about their life it wasn’t his business to know about it.

And considering he owned and ran a small café it was a very good way to look at his customers.

His staff however… well actually, when you thought about it, they made a scale of curiosity.

There was him on one side, and he really just didn't give a fuck as long as he had customers.

In the middle you had Ryan Ross, his assistant manager, who was interested in some people but generally just wanted to get as many customers out of the way as quick as possible.

And then at the end of the scale was his two other employees.

Brendon Urie and David Desrosiers; the most nosy people he had ever met.

“Fraaaaaankie!”

Speaking of which.

Looking up from his magazine, Frank watched as David bounded into the shop, his black hair whipping around as he dodged tables and chairs, his messenger bag hitting anything in the general vicinity and making Frank smile despite himself.

“Hey David, what’s up?”

Not answering straight away, David made his way to the counter – almost falling flat on his face when his bag swung and caught on a chair – and after leaning forward to give Frank a sloppy kiss on the cheek he pulled back and answered. "Pierre had to work today and I switched with Brendon so I could finally meet The Muffin Man."

Frank scowled at the mention of 'The Muffin Man'. "That guy is just weird."

David giggled. “Please. He doesn’t eat a muffin. Just admit you want in his pants.”

Frank spluttered. “I do not! And how can you say that?! You’ve never even seen him.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you don’t want me to go over and ask him out for you. That’s why I had to bribe Brendon with a full shift with his boyfriend to get him to switch.”

“Hey,” Frank frowned, “I thought you said Pierre was working?”

David grinned. “I lied. And to answer your previous question, I got a description from Brendon and damn. I’d fuck him if Pierre wasn’t so insistent on monogamy.”

Frank shook his head. “How Pierre’s managed to domesticate you, I’ll never know.”

With a grin David answered while walking towards the office that acted as a changing room, “He gives the best blow jobs… and he’s a really great guy to cuddle… and when he kisses you it-”

“You’re in love with him! I get it!”

Turning around, David smiled over his shoulder and said, "and the best part? Unlike the love of your life, he eats muffins."

Frank’s only response was to throw his magazine at the now cackling David as he hurried into the office.

Scowling as the door shut, Frank grudgingly made his way to pick up the magazine - that hadn’t even come remotely close to hitting David – grumbling the entire time.

Bending down to grab the magazine, he continued to mutter profanities and ways to kill David. It was only when he straightened and went to turn around, that he realised he wasn't alone. The 'Muffin Man' was standing just inside the café, an amused smile on his lips as he watched Frank.

Mortified, Frank barely managed to hold down his blush as he asked, "c-can I help you, sir?"

“Just a coffee for now.” he answered, smile still on his lips.

Nodding, Frank hurriedly ran behind the counter, dropping the magazine under the desk as he did.

"What kind?" Frank mumbled, staring at the tattoos adorning his knuckles.

He never got to respond however, as the door was opened loudly and David barrelled out. "Oh my god, Frank, I swear I'm going to bone Pierre so hard tonight and- oh." He paused and smiled before hurrying over. "Hiya, I'm David."

"Uh, Gerard," The-man-formerly-known-as-Muffin-Man-and-now-known-as-Gerard replied, taking David's offered hand.

Smiling, David shook it. "Nice to meet you. Now, if you don't mind me asking, why don't y-"

“DAVID!” Frank shouted, cutting the excited French-Canadian off as he pointed to one of the tables outside, “Go clean that!”

Pouting, David dropped Gerard’s hand before saying, “Fine, I’ll go clean it but you better be having sex with Gerard on the counter when I come back.”

Frank blushed cherry red as David turned to look back at a wide-eyed Gerard. “And if you need condoms or lube I have them in my messenger bag. They’re banana flavour. Oh and eat a muffin would you? It’s seriously frustrating that the only reason Frank hasn’t made a move is because you nev--”

David was cut off when he was whacked upside the head.

"Ow! God damn it Frank, I'm j-"

"Say one more word and I will fire your ass faster than Brendon can drink a Red Bull."

Glaring sulkily at Frank, David snatched a wrapped cookie from the bench, and like a kid that had just been sufficiently scolded, he slunk out of the café to clean the tables, pulling the cloth from his apron as he moved.

Slowly turning to face Gerard, Frank looked at him helplessly. “I am so sorry…”

Gerard blinked, looking away from David whose movements he had been following to find Frank with his hands rubbing his face in what looked like a mixture of frustration and embarrassment.

“It’s okay… a little strange but… not much different from the other guy, Brendon telling me you wanted to get in my pants.”

Frank snapped his head up to look at Gerard, his eyes wide. “He…? I’m going to fucking kill him!”

"Hey, don't do that. What would I do for entertainment? Well, other than look at you, that is."

Looking at Gerard with eyes that were somehow still widening, he asked, "w-what?"

His smile slipping slightly as nervousness filled his face, Gerard bit his bottom lip slightly. “Well I, uh, kinda like you… maybe?”

"You… you?" Taking a breath, Frank made himself calm down. "So you uh, come here because you like me?"

“Um… yeah?” Gerard said cautiously.

Nodding, Frank said, “Yeah, um, okay then.”

Not waiting for a reply, Frank leant forward and did what he'd wanted to do for five months - ever since Gerard had first come in and stared at what he thought were the muffins but had been him all along.

For the first time, he kissed Gerard.

And David’s cheer of joy and the way the counter was digging into his stomach aside, it was pretty okay as far as first kisses went.

After all, he just kissed the mother fucking Muffin Man

And his life was just too damn weird… not that he was going to complain, because hey, Gerard’s tongue was against his lips and muffins or not, he tasted fucking great.

Honey Why Can't You Tell? Leave Me Out [Pierre/David, 3/3]

2008-06-05T14:09:01Z

Title: Honey Why Can’t You Tell? Leave Me Out
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: David is packed and ready to leave. He’s at the airport terminal in some state of America that’s name he hasn’t bothered to register.
Chapter: 3/3
Beta: The lovely theghostofher
Disclaimer: I don’t own and this isn’t real, thank god.
Dedication: To dryvenom for no other reason other then she’s my wonderful wifey ^^ *kisses*
A/N: Title once again stolen from Kisschasy’s song ‘My Bible Is A Scrapbook’ and uh, yeah, I hope you like the final part!

Part 1 - Honey Why Can’t You Tell?

Part 2 –I Don’t Want You Around

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David is packed and ready to leave.

He’s at the airport terminal in some state of America that’s name he hasn’t bothered to register.

But the tour has finally finished and he hasn’t spoken to his band mates more than twice in the entire month.

And he’s way beyond any pain he’s ever felt before. It’s killing him. His heart that he thought was beyond broken was managing to fall apart even further.

He’s giving up his friends, his life, his love and it hurts, it fucking hurts so much but he can’t stay and he knows this but he wishes he could just be fucking numb already.

But he knows that he can’t get that, he can’t get that relief until he’s away, far away from anything that can connect with who he was. Because he isn’t David anymore, he’s the shell that once contained him, but nothing else.

Everything he had been was dead, he doesn’t even feel alive anymore, all he feels is pain, crippling, never-ending pain, and that’s the only thing that makes him know he’s alive.

And that’s why he needs to get away, because he wants to be numb, he wants to forget all the pain and just exist without it, and he knows, he fucking knows that being numb will be where he’ll stay.

He’ll stay there and be trapped between feeling dead and alive and that’s what he wants. He just wants a fucking break from all this fucking shaking and heartbreak and tears.

He’s been shattered, broken, torn and slowly, painfully stitched back together, but those stitches are ripping and he can just feel them falling apart, breaking him apart.

But he’s almost free and he’s practically shaking with the sheer knowledge that he’ll soon be on a plane away from everything and disappearing from everyone, because just like no one has any fucking clue what’s wrong, they also have no damn clue where he’s going.

And that’s what he wants, to be left alone, to be far away from everyone whose never noticed all the time’s he’s been hurt so badly he’s just shook and cried and had no one even know.

And if he wasn’t so fucking broken, if he wasn’t so badly hurting then he’d probably be mad at them but as it is he’s just fucking upset because how can no one notice that’s he’s crying?

How can no one even see that he’s upset until he tells them that he’s going?

And he just wants to fucking ask them but he can’t even talk anymore. He’s throat is so constricted it took all he had to sing his parts on stage and act all happy and okay in those interviews when he just wanted to curl into a ball and make it all just go away.

But no one fucking gets it and the band’s been trying to make him stay but he just can’t talk to them. Because talking to them makes him hurt so much more and he just can’t take it.

And then there’s Pierre whose looking so pained every time he goes to speak and can’t because he doesn’t want him to leave yet and that’s just killing David.

Because even though he can’t stay he just wants to cling to Pierre and never leave him but he can’t because this may be hurting him so much right now but he has to get out of this before he shatters beyond all possible repair.

Because he knows, he fucking knows that he can’t talk to Pierre, can’t touch him or even be alone with him, because he loves Pierre so much and if Pierre asks him to stay, he just knows that he will.

And it’s taken him so much time, so many pain-filled and sleepless nights to get where he is now but he’s finally here and he’s just counting down the time until he can leave, can get away and never be found.

So he’s just trying to ignore all the guilt, the heartache and ever other emotion that’s burning through his entire body as he stares at the flight times because he just wants to be numb already but he’s not and he can’t so he just has to ignore it as best he can and not break down on one of these plastic chairs.

But it’s hard and he’s trying not to cry and he even has his stupid sunglasses on so that if he does then no one will see but they’ll hear it because he knows if he starts to cry he will cry.

His shoulders will shake and it’ll be the start of him breaking again and he doesn’t think he can fall apart any further and he’s fucking scared about what will happen if he cries because what happens when there’s nothing left to shatter?

He doesn’t know and he doesn’t want to know because if he breaks one more time he thinks it’ll really be the end and he won’t ever be okay and that will mean he’ll give up and if he gives up then he knows he really will be dead and he can’t, won’t let that happen.

So he won’t cry, he’ll just sit here and make himself look and be okay because he’s left them and that has to mean he’ll start to heal because if it doesn’t then he doesn’t even know what he’ll do because fuck, he’s left them.

And he just can’t be making the wrong decision because he tried staying with them and he’s so broken now that he can’t even talk to them so this has to be right and he knew it would hurt so he just has to deal with that because they’re gone and he’s here and he can’t ever change that.

So he’s going to focus back on departure times and keep his breathing as steady as he can because even though it hurts to breath and makes him want to let all the tears pour out of him he just has to stay composed because he’s in the middle of a fucking airport and he’s not about to break down here.

He’s going to watch the boards and not look at anyone.

People have been moving around him the entire time, have been sitting next to him then getting up and they’ve never once acknowledged him so he’s going to be okay, it doesn’t matter about them because they don’t even know who he is.

He’s so focused on the boards that he doesn’t even notice when someone sits down beside him and when he does realise he doesn’t even look at them because it doesn’t matter, they can’t hurt him and he’s okay.

But then he can feel them looking at him and he wants to turn to look back at them but there’s something holding him back and he doesn’t understand what it is but then he smells it and he knows.

His whole body goes cold and he can just feel the cracks forming because there is no way it can be anyone else because he knows that cologne more then any other fragrance in the world and he can already feel himself start to shake.

“David,”

And that’s when it happens, that when he breaks and he just can’t do it anymore.

He’s beyond shattered, he doesn’t even know what he is anymore but he’s crying and he’s shaking and he just can’t fucking breathe because his chest is feeling like it’s ripping apart and now he just wants to die because it hurts so much more then anything he could have ever imagined.

And then Pierre’s hugging him and trying to calm him down but he can’t and he won’t get it, he won’t ever get it and just knowing that is making David cry harder and he’s hurting so much that he’s just wishing for someone to kill him because he doesn’t just want to be numb anymore. He wants to be dead. He’s over this whole thing and he just can’t.

He doesn’t even know how long he cries and clings to Pierre but it’s longer then he’s ever let himself cry before. But even when he’s got no more tears and his throat is hoarse he still doesn’t feel any better, any lighter, he still hurts as much as before if not more and he just… he just doesn’t care, he can’t.

“David… fuck. Please, just, just tell me what’s wrong, please.”

Pierre’s voice is so desperate when he asks that David can’t do anything but lift his head to look at Pierre.

He can’t help but answer because it’s Pierre and he’s just got so much worry in his eyes that ever little piece of David’s heart that’s left is aching and making him want to just get rid of it so Pierre can be okay, because if Pierre’s okay then David can just maybe not cry again soon.

“I…” he close his eyes and swallows, trying to make his throat work again because it’s already dry and closing up and he knows he won’t be able to talk soon, but he needs to make Pierre okay because if he can’t fix himself then he has to at least make sure Pierre doesn’t ever crack.

“David, please, fucking, please talk to me,”

Pierre’s voice makes David look at him, because he’s heard that voice but never from anyone but himself.

And Pierre’s fucking crying and he thinks his heart would have broken right there if he had anything left to break but he doesn’t so it just makes the hurt in his chest flare and spread throughout his body.

Somehow though, he manages to open his mouth and he can feel that the words will leave his throat but he’s stuck because Pierre has no fucking clue what’s wrong and how does he start to explain this?

But Pierre’s crying and is still holding him close and David knows he has to say something but he just can’t figure out what and Pierre’s looking at him with so much pain in his eyes that David just wants to get rid of it all but he just doesn’t know what to say because he wants to help Pierre, but how can he when he can’t even help himself?

“David,” Pierre whispers, but no, it’s not just a whisper it’s also a plea like he’s begging for something that’ll make him understand what’s going on and David’s trying so hard to think of that something to tell him but he’s getting nowhere.

And it’s only when Pierre pulls him even closer so that David’s curled onto his lap that the words just come and David can’t even think them over or stop them because they’re leaking out of him and he can practically feel what little is left of his heart being laid out within the words, just waiting for Pierre to smash, discard or hand back to him.

“I’m so lost Pierre, so broken. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I haven’t even been happy in so long that I’ve forgotten what it feels like.

“I cry myself to sleep every night and bite through my lip twice a day trying to keep everything inside. I can’t even fucking feel anything but pain and hurt and its killing me. And… and I’ve been like this for five years and it hurts me so much and I just can’t take it anymore.

“I love you so much and you don’t even realise that every time you fucking look at me you’re breaking my heart and it’s not fair that you do and that I love you but I can’t help it.

“I’ve loved you since before I was in Simple Plan and then I practically made you be with me for those two years and I knew you didn’t want to but you were and you did and it was the best years of my fucking life.”

Stopping, David reached up and kissed Pierre, tears sliding down his cheeks as he pressed his lips to the singers for a few seconds before pulling back, his voice a broken whisper.

“And I know it’s not fair that you should have to deal with this, but I love you, and when you told me what we had was over you tore out my heart, Pierre, and you’ve kept ripping it to pieces ever since then. I love you more then anything in the entire world and… and it’s destroying me.”

David let a few more tears slip free as he focused on his hands that were on Pierre’s chest as he finished, “And, and I know that if, if I don’t get away from you… it will.”

Crawling off Pierre’s lap, he grabbed his bag before turning back to the singer.

He hesitated for a second before taking off his sunglasses and dropping them into Pierre’s hands. He didn’t know why he did it, but he just… needed to leave something with Pierre… and even if Pierre ended up throwing them away, at least he could pretend Pierre had kept them.

Turning away, he headed in the general direction of the gate he would be entering.

His flight could be taking off in an hour, ten hours, he didn’t care, his chest was burning, his hands were shaking and he just… he couldn’t stay there with Pierre, he just couldn’t and he hoped… he fucking hoped Pierre understood that.

But considering Pierre never followed him, that Pierre just let him leave, he could only assume that for once, Pierre had understood him.

He was just too broken to repair.

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A/N: Um… don’t kill me? *hides*

I Don't Want You Around [Pierre/David, 2/3]

2008-06-04T16:06:33Z

Title: I Don’t Want You Around
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: David wasn’t sure how long he’d been curled up in his bunk this time. Hours, minutes, seconds? Time lost all meaning to him the moment he felt his heart shatter inside his chest.
Chapter: 2/3
Beta: The lovely theghostofher
Disclaimer: I don’t own and this isn’t real, thank god.
Dedication: To the awesome, cursed_bouquet because I was talking to her when I got the sequel inspiration, lol. Love you hunnie!!
A/N: The title for both stories(and probably the third) is from Kisschasy’s song ‘My Bible Is A Scrapbook’ and yes, there will be a third part in this series… so, yeah, hopefully it'll be up soon ^^

This one is rather short but the next one should be longer and close up the story… I hope *sweatdrop*

Part 1 - Honey Why Can’t You Tell?

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David wasn’t sure how long he’d been curled up in his bunk this time. Hours, minutes, seconds?

Time lost all meaning to him the moment he felt his heart shatter inside his chest.

Pierre had come, just like he knew he would. Pierre had yelled, been pissed and then fucking hugged him, just like he’d known he would.

And David was so sick of it, sick of the same circumstances happening over and over again.

Because it had been two months since he kissed Pierre on the stage and he was beyond broken; he’d been ripped to pieces so many times he couldn’t believe there was anything left to sew back together.

Walking scars, that’s what he felt like. A body made entirely from broken pieces that had been stitched together one too many times.

He didn’t even know if he could break again.

All the pieces of his heart were lying somewhere in his chest and he still couldn’t fucking breathe. He was gasping but nothing was coming in, almost as if his lungs had just had enough, enough of the pain that constantly lived below his skin.

He want to just get the pain out of him, cry it out of his body but he never fucking could. Nothing let it leave him, nothing let him feel fucking numb.

And he couldn’t take this anymore.

He couldn’t take this pain, this life, this love.

The only thing that made him even know he was alive was the metallic taste that was in his mouth from biting his lip again; coating it in a thin layer of red that kept him struggling for breath.

Because if he could bleed, that meant he could heal, right?

He could heal and maybe that would mean he’d scar but he could deal with that because it would mean it was over.

And he could deal with never loving anyone else, he could deal with all the wounds that felt like they were tattoos permanently etched onto his skin. He could die alone for all he cared… but he just couldn’t stay here.

Pierre was killing him, and he knew, he fucking knew what leaving would do to him… but it had to be better then this.

Better then the overwhelming pain that fucking crippled him, the pain that had him choking back sobs of pure anguish that he knew would only hurt more when they were out of him then in.

God, he just wanted to go away, to curl into a bed where no one could find him and just make it all stop.

He didn’t even know when he last felt happy for fucks sake.

And he… he just couldn’t.

No more, just, no.

His heart was in so many fragments that he just knew, he could just feel that staying here, being here and dealing with this, it would kill him this time.

There was nothing left for him to hold onto.

All he could feel was pain. Curling into a ball and rocking wasn’t even getting rid of the shear hurt that was running through his body this time.

And he just… just couldn’t stay here anymore…

He had to leave… and when he did, he could never, would never come back.

David knew what he had to do, so with movements he was only half registering, he walked out into the lounge room and looked at his band that were laughing over some movie.

His words silenced them though, and even he could barely believe how dead his voice was.

“I’m resigning from Simple Plan.”

He didn’t care about anything anymore other then stopping the pain his heart seemed to be pumping through his body like blood.

“David, what… you’re, you’re kidding right?” Chuck asked, looking at David like he was hoping there was a punch line.

David blinked slowly before repeating himself. “I’m leaving Simple Plan.”

“W-Why?” Seb asked, his face paling as he looked at the bassist with wide eyes.

“Because I need to,” David answered looking them all over as they sat on the couch, staring at him in different states of shock, “And I’ll be leaving as soon as possible.”

He turned around and started to head back to the bunks.

“David wa-”

David cut Pierre off before he could finish, pausing in the middle of the doorway to the bunk area. “Pierre. Don’t even speak to me for the rest of the time I’m here. If you do, I’ll leave before the tour has finished and without even saying goodbye to any of you.”

Not waiting for a reply, he continued over to his bunk and crawled into it, shutting the curtain and curling into himself as he faced the wall.

He knew this was the only thing to do.

To keep himself from breaking further, he had to get away from the band, from this life, from Pierre.

He couldn’t do this anymore; no matter how much it would kill him to leave.

Part 3 - Honey Why Can't You Tell? Leave Me Out

Honey Why Can't You Tell? [Pierre/David, 1/3]

2008-06-03T13:05:48Z

Title: Honey Why Can’t You Tell?
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: When the chorus started however, something seemed to change as David straightened before moving down the stage, his head now raised and looking directly at Pierre.
Chapter: 1/3
Beta: The lovely theghostofher
Dedication: The fantastic idktbh who I was talking to when I got this idea and she is just awesome anyway so yeah, lol.
Disclaimer: This had better fucking not be real. *glares*
A/N: Okay so this started as something Maryam and I wanted to see happen. I was describing it and then I was like ‘I have to write this’ and Maryam agreed, so I did… but then it turned into… this, lol. I love it, but it was so different to what I planned heh. Still, I hope you guys like it ^^

And the title may or may not fit… I’m unsure… *frowns slightly*

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Simple Plan were performing on stage like usual.

They were in the middle of ‘Addicted’, the crowd singing along and loving every moment as Pierre stood on the front of the stage and sang at them.

They were just coming up to the chorus before the interlude but unlike all the other band members who were jumping around and generally being spastic, the one member of the band who was known for it was fidgeting by his side of the stage, eyes focused on his bass.

None of the band had noticed however, they were too busy performing to the best of their ability.

If they had of been looking though, they would have seen the way David’s shoulders kept tensing every few seconds.

When the chorus started however, something seemed to change as David straightened before moving down the stage, his head now raised and looking directly at Pierre.

It wasn’t until David was a few steps away that Pierre turned from the crowd, having seen him from the corner of his eye.

Raising an eyebrow, Pierre looked at David with curiosity as he continued to sing.

David moved closer until, when he was inches away, he dropped his guitar and in one movement, reached up, one hand grabbing Pierre’s wrist and pulling the mike away as the other grabbed the back of Pierre’s hair, and pulled him down into a crushing kiss.

The crowd went wild as David forcibly pulled Pierre closer to him, his tongue diving into Pierre’s mouth and mapping out the area as he grinded into his bass that was between himself and the singer.

The whole band seemed to freeze, the music stopping completely as David kissed him for a few more seconds before he pulled back, a smirk dripping with lust and a hint of mischief curving across his face.

Throwing in a wink, he turned away from Pierre and started playing his bass while heading back to his mike, the notes he was strumming being the only sound to come from the band; the rest of its members to shocked to remember what song they had been playing.

When the others hadn’t picked the song back up, David leaned into his mic and asked, his tone curious but that smirk still on his face as he looked at Pierre, “Are we going to continue this today, guys?”

His question seemed to snap everyone but Pierre out of their surprise as they all started to pick up the song again.

Pierre however, just stood there, looking at David and not moving.

“Pierre, hunnie? You alright over there?” David questioned, his smirk threatening to widen.

This time however, Pierre did snap out of it and after throwing an unreadable look at David, he turned away from the bassist and looked at the crowd, never once even acknowledging him through the rest of the performance.

If he had, he might have seen the small slumping of David’s shoulders as soon as ‘Addicted’ was over and the way that David never once flashed a smile throughout the rest of the show.

When the band finished five songs later, David was the first of the stage as he shoved his guitar at a tech before hurrying down the hall, passing the dressing room as he flew out of the building.

Practically sprinting, he made his way to the bus before diving into his bunk and curling up in it, facing the wall, his curtain drawn.

He knew it was a futile effort since Pierre would find and interrogate the shit out of him no matter what, but it was better than nothing and for a few seconds, he’d feel a little safer.

It wasn’t more then a minute later however when he heard the yell.

“David, I know you’re on this fucking bus so you better get the fuck out here and explain your-fucking-self!”

David flinched; he’d never heard Pierre so angry before.

Even though he knew staying where he was would make Pierre even more furious, he didn’t move other then to curl in on himself more as he bit his bottom lip to keep from whimpering.

He knew he shouldn’t have done it, by fuck he knew, but he couldn't resist it. He'd tried all night and it had physically hurt not to go over and do it.

But no, Pierre could have understood that, he could have understood that he hadn’t been able to reign in the urge to kiss him; but not the act, not the words he had said… the smirk he had given.

It had been so natural though, to fall into old habits… to fall into the roles they played when… when Pierre had let him touch him.

He shouldn’t have though, that was years ago… and they weren’t… Pierre hadn’t let him touch him for so long, and Pierre had to have known he’d snap… but on stage? In front of the fans, the band.

God, he had no idea what Pierre was going to do to him, and that scared him.

But what scared him more was that, no matter what the singer did, David would take and do it.

David fucking loved him, he had loved him ever since he was the scrawny kid in Reset who idolised Pierre.

He’d done anything for Pierre, he’d given himself to the singer to use, to abuse; he didn’t care. He just wanted to be the centre of Pierre’s attention even if just for a little while.

But he’d never even been that, he was nothing to Pierre, fuck, Pierre hadn’t wanted to be with him because of all the problems that could have occurred, but David had insisted and eventually, Pierre had crumbled.

David had managed to get him, not fully, no, he’d resigned himself to that, but for a few years he had been able to touch Pierre, to kiss him… he’d been able to pretend Pierre loved him.

And that’s where it started, the games they’d played.

He couldn’t’ remember who initiated them but when they started, they fucking stayed and he should have known, he should have fucking known.

The day that Pierre told him they had to stop, that was when it should have died with his heart, but it didn’t and just like his heart continued to beat hollowly inside his chest, those games stayed, building up with all the desire, love and lust he had tried so hard to ignore and keep hidden.

And then tonight, tonight when Pierre had looked so energised, so ready to perform, David was brought back to the early days and a part of him had cracked as he went onto the stage.

He lost himself, the pieces slipping out of his grasp as he tried so hard not to let himself give in.

Then ‘Addicted’ and he fucking couldn’t.

He couldn’t stop himself and now he was going to pay and he deserved it, he had kissed Pierre on stage.

Curling even further in on himself, he bit harder on his lip until he could taste blood but he only squeezed his eyes shut, letting the blood slowly start to fill his mouth as he refused to swallow, just waiting in silence for Pierre to find him.

Because Pierre would, he’d find him and David wouldn’t be able to breath.

Pierre would stand there and David would cry inside as his heart would rip, tear and break apart but never once giving him the peace of just fucking being numb.

He’d just break over and over again and he doesn’t want that, he doesn’t want to hurt so bad he wants to throw up, because he loves Pierre and how can feeling like this be love?

How can feeling like your throat’s closing up and your hearts burning so bad in your chest that you’re shaking and you just want to die but he hasn’t even spoken to you yet.

And David just doesn’t want it, he doesn’t want to be yelled at and then be hugged when Pierre realises he’s upset because Pierre has no fucking clue how upset he really is and that just makes it hurt more.

But he knows that’s what’s going to happen because he can already hear Pierre’s feet on the bus floor and he knows the curtain will be opened soon but just like the blood still collecting in his mouth, he knows these events will keep coming and hurting him.

Because he can’t give Pierre up, he loves him and if he wasn’t so broken he’d leave but he knows that would be a death wish.

Pierre might be killing him but he’s also making him live and David’s too much of a coward to kill himself, so he can’t leave.

David’s always known he was a masochist, he’s known it since the moment he looked at Pierre and felt himself fall in love.

Part 2 - I Don't Want You Around