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It was always the same in the mornings.

Frank dragged his skinny body out of his bed, grumbling to himself from the loss of heat and plodding to his bathroom. Brush teeth, wash face, comb hair. Days like these made Frank feel sixty, though he was in his fresh days of being nineteen. Waving goodbye to school and thrust into the world of ‘Working Class Men’ when all he really wanted to do was hang out with friends. Unfortunately for Frank, his family knew some people, and he was landed with the job of the year. The Personal Assistant of the President of BL/Industries. He found out about his ‘amazing opportunity’ at his birthday, 31st of October, Halloween. Nothing special really.

Next came getting dressed, a simple suit lay snug on Frank’s body and a dull black tie was put in place. The boy scrutinized himself in the mirror for a few moments; the boredom was so evident in his olive eyes. Frank would of done anything to get out of his work, but his sick days were short enough at it is and he had to save them for an actual problem. “Time for work Frankie” Out the door and inside the small, mediocre car he got for his 18th birthday, Frank quietly hummed a fading tune under his breath as he pulled out of the driveway and into the typical morning traffic.

There was no music on the radio, no talk back shows or anything; the people’s opinions weren’t cared for. So Frank listened to the drone of a woman’s voice as she spoke of weather to come in Battery City, A new law being passed and once again....The Killjoys. Every time they were mentioned Frank felt his stomach flip nervously, they were his silent hero’s in a way. To go against the law, live on the outside and not take anyone’s shit was just so daring to Frank. Sometimes he wished he was there, wherever those Killjoys were, kicking some Drac ass.

Flash some security guard a card with a picture, drive through the ominous gates to his parking space, walk into the building and slip into the robotic way of life. “Morning Frank.” “How many times have I told you not to call me that? Call me Frankie” He shook his head and flashed the man next to him a warm smile, stepping into an elevator to make his way to the top. “Frankie is childish; you’re not a child anymore. You’re a grown man, who works for a very important man, no time for nicknames” He smiled down at Frank then stepped outside as the elevator stopped at his floor “See you later” Frank nodded in reply and watched the doors slowly close.

“I hate the name Frank; it sounds like a name for an old man” Ding. This was his stop. He stepped outside and began the track down the hall, smiling at some familiars before knocking firmly on the door of the president. “Time for fun.” Frank rolled his eyes and stepped inside at the request, closing the door behind him and ignoring the Drac’s standing by the door like he always did. “Good morning Frank” “Good morning Sir” “You’re a little late today” He bit his lip; it had always been a habit of his then shifted on his feet nervously. “Sorry Sir, there was a lot of traffic this morning. I’m not sure why though, I think they mentioned it on the radio but I wasn’t really listening” He slid into a seat in front of the desk and rested his hands on the arm rests, resisting the urge to let his legs splay out in front of him.

“Ah yes. Well there’s been a minor bomb explosion in the area. Those damn Killjoys infiltrated our perfect city and tried to kill some of our men, they succeeded too. Twenty deaths, but that’s not important. What’s important is that this building hasn’t been damaged, the bad news is that those freaks are still in here.” The man observed Frank with cold calculating eyes, as if Frank was a part of it? He never did anything wrong, anything outside the law, except for sing when he was on his own and even that wasn’t as ‘bad’ as what some others did. The president leaned forward in his seat, resting his closed hands on the table and letting his face fall into a grave sort of state.

“You must be careful Frank; you know a lot about the company and work close to me. I have big plans and I need you around, there could be a possibility that the Killjoys will come after you, I will leave a body guard with you from now on.” Suddenly the room felt incredibly hot, Frank tugged at his collar a little and blinked in surprise. The Killjoys were IN Battery City and could be after him? Frank couldn’t tell if the information he had heard was a dream come true or a nightmare. “Well, thank you Sir. I don’t think you’ll have to worry though.” Frank was never good at thank you’s.

“I have to take precautions Frank, your important to this company. Now you know what you have to do, get to work.” With curt nod he stood and left the room via a door on his right, there was his smaller office, where he would type up reports and get all the information The President needed to know. To Frank’s distain a Drac followed his path, closing the door behind him and standing by the door in full alert, as if someone was about to burst into the room. “You know, I really don’t need you to keep watch of me. At least not in here, go out and have a break or something” Plopping into his spinning chair Frank sighed, boredom had already clutched at him.

“I am required to keep watch of you.” There was an awkward silence as Frank stared at the masked man, a sour look on his face; Frank really didn’t feel like being baby sat. “Fine. But you really don’t have to stay” No reply. He rolled his eyes and logged into his computer, tapping his foot ever so slightly to a made up rhythm in his head. There was no point making conversation with a Drac, they only responded to commands and such. “Well this is gonna be a lovely day. I really should’ve used another sick day”

A few hours ticked on by ever so slowly, lunch time was fast approaching and Frank could feel his stomach eat away at itself impatiently. “Damn I’m starved. I should be able to go out for lunch now” He stood and exited the room, Drac not far behind and made his way out of the large, domineering building that held him captive five days a week and for hours on end. The sun was bright and high in the sky, sometimes Frank wondered if BL/Industries would find a way to shoot out the sun so the world wasn’t lit up. They may have despised creativity, beauty and art but the world still produced it. The sun set and the sun rose, and every single time Frank wished he had a camera to truly capture the moment. The moon slept in the ebony sky every night and Frank gazed at it from his window, wondering if there were others in Battery City doing the same thing.

“I feel like Sushi today, what about you?” “I don’t need to eat.” Another hit of that awkward silence. “Yeah, I figured that would be your reply” They walked into the only mall in the zone and Frank plus Drac slid into the queue for sushi, he pressed a hand to his stomach as he waited impatiently, Frank loved sushi and hated waiting in lines for things. Looking over his shoulder Frank almost swore when he noticed how tall the Drac was compared to him, the top of his head was underneath the Drac’s chin and his neck strained a bit as he looked up. A word people always used to describe Frank was; Adorable. He was just one big bundle of adorable apparently, a pretty face, vertically challenged and rather timid at times. Frank couldn’t count the amount of times guys hit on him, he didn’t mind. He was gay after all, but adorable just ALWAYS came up.

“Can I help you Sir?” He was pushed out of his train of thought and smiled sheepishly at the girl behind the counter, ordering his food and paying the exact amount. “Thanks.” With a smile he turned and began the task of finding a table to sit at, the entire food caught was alive with people, talking and such. It was a nice change from the practically silent halls of the place where Frank worked, it was so incredibly boring. His friends were away at university, probably drinking and having as much fun as they could in the shit place they were living in. Frank was just, working 9 to 5 behind a desk then coming home to a quiet apartment.

“Life sucks, you know that?” Of course the Drac didn’t reply, just kept watch while Frank began to eat. A few children at a table stared at the Drac with morbid curiosity, eyes darting between him and Frank with wonder. “I bet they’re wondering what makes me so special to have my own personal Drac with me” He took a swig of his Diet Coke and gave the children a warm smile, waving to a girl who had waved back shyly then went back to eating in silence. Frank missed his friends, he missed his family and he missed feeling like anything that wasn’t what he was now. He felt aged, he felt like he was standing in shoes that were far too big for him.
With a weary sigh Frank dropped his chopsticks and downed the rest of his drink, leaning back in his chair for a moment and staring at the white ceiling with empty eyes.

“Where the hell has my life gone? What the fuck am I doing working in some office for The President of BL/Industries? I don’t even agree with what they’re doing” It was as if Frank was having a midlife crisis at nineteen, how pathetic. He slowly got to his feet and stretched, watching the Drac straighten up and letting out another long sigh. Frank was doing that a lot, sighing, he was just so bored. “I, uh, gotta go to the bathroom.” “Alright Sir, I’ll escort you”

What the hell was with all the protection? Nothing was going to happen. “I can go there myself, seriously, it’s just down there” Frank pointed to a long piercing white hall opposite the food court and raised an eyebrow, the Drac looked like he would not be swayed so he groaned and began to walk to the toilets. “I’m nineteen years old, I don’t need a babysitter” he grumbled as they began to echo down the hall. Frank pushed the door with the little blue man on it open and turned back to look at the Drac, jumping in fright to find him stand right behind him. “Listen, stay out here. It’s just creepy if you come in with me” “I have been specifically asked to-“ “I don’t care, just...stay out here” Frank stepped inside and let out a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him.

“Finally, all alone.” Well not completely alone, Frank could see a pair of shoes under one of the stalls; they were black and rather chunky kinda like combat boots. Frank walked over to the urinals and pulled down the zip of his pants, it seemed like the guy inside was just standing in there? That thought made him a little nervous, why would someone do that? After he was finished Frank zipped up and turned, walking to the sink and turning on the tap. For a moment the only sound in the bathroom was that of the water splashing into the sink and then the door behind Frank slowly swung open, he watched with guarded eyes as a man stepped out of the cubicle and stared at him. He was tall and rather lanky, blonde hair slicked back and eyes like melted gold. His skin was deathly pale and his thin lips twisted into a strange smile, Frank shivered and looked down from the mirror, washing his hands slowly. “Frank Iero......right?”

His heart began to thump painfully hard in his chest and his mouth ran dry, Frank froze in fear at the feeling of someone pressed right behind him, a quiet voice ringing in his ears. Slowly he looked up, his olive eyes widening at the sight. The stranger was pressed against Frank’s back, piercing eyes looking at his wide frightening ones through the reflection of the mirror, a gloved hand pressed down on the sink. Frank was trapped.

“Who...who are you?” He was shaking, he was stuttering, pupils dilating with fear. The stranger sighed softly and reached into his pocket ever so slowly. “You don’t need to know that right now Frank, but I need you to listen to me....very closely, understand?” What could he do? Frank nodded frantically and tried swallowed a lump in his throat, “I really should of taken that Drac with me” “You’re going to come with me quietly and listen to everything I say like a good little boy do you understand?” Frank opened his mouth to protest; eyebrows furrowed in frustration but stopped himself when something pressed to his temple. A sleek, red gun dug harder against his skin. “Is that...a ray gun?” The man smiled and nodded his head; this was all just a game to him.

“What happens if I don’t listen to you?” Who was this man? Frank felt weak, his head was pounding he shouldn’t be talking back but he just couldn’t stop himself. He shivered as the man pressed his lips to his ear and whispered in a grave tone, “Then. I’m going to blow this fucking mall up and everyone inside it” “What? You can’t kill everyone out there; they have nothing to do with this!” He sighed and shook his head, lifting a hand to grip the back of Frank’s suit and tipping his head back to laugh for a moment. “You think words are gonna stop us? No. Action will” And with that Frank was yanked out the door and practically dragged down the hall way. His eyes were locked on the pool of blood surrounding the Drac that was looking after him; it was so vibrant against the hollow white. “What did you do to him?!” “Oh I didn’t do anything....that was someone else”

Frank’s eyes squinted as he was thrust outside, the sun glaring down on him, he was shoved into the trunk of a miniscule, eco friendly car and screamed bloody murder as his hands and feet were quickly bound. “Now now, screaming will get you nowhere” The trunk slammed shut and Frank was engulfed in black. “Please! Let me out! Let me out!” No reply. Only the sound of an engine roaring, tires making marks in the road. The President was right. Frank felt his chest contract, his eyes flutter shut.

And then...darkness....

“Rise and shine princess”

His eyes began to flutter open, the feeling of dust and dirt coating his skin like a sheet. The water that had collided with Frank’s face started to trickle into his mouth and left a strange taste in his mouth. “It’s about time, I thought we were gonna have to stand around forever.” He slowly sat up, a hand cradling his throbbing head and gaped. He knew who he was dealing with now; there they were, in all their gorgeous, dirty, rebellious glory.

The Killjoys.

“Well don’t you look happy to see us?” Frank couldn’t get his head around it; he was sitting up against a wall, staring up at three wanted men, a young girl standing a bit behind them. “What the fuck? You kidnapped me?!” He was fired up, he was pumping with adrenaline. Frank got to his feet quickly and took a step towards the three, yeah he was outnumbered and without any means of protection, but he was fucking furiously. “Hold on there kid, behave.” The man on the right, with vibrant red hair and hidden behind a yellow mask, shoved Frank into the wall behind him in a second and smirked. “I’m not a kid! I’m nineteen fucking years old!”

The man let out a long sigh and pulled out a yellow ray gun, pressing it underneath’s Frank chin as he stepped closer to him. “Oh really? Could have fooled me. Here I was thinking you were sixteen, you’re so short kid” That really pissed Frank off, his fists tightened in frustration but he didn’t dare move. The barrel of that gun was pressed rather hard against his skin, so he took a deep breath and tried his hardest to relax. “What do you want from me?” One of the killjoys with curly hair pulled out a chair and pushed it over to the man with the red hair. “He’s the leader, I’m sure of it. What are these guys’ names?”

“Have a seat why don’t you Frankie?” He was pushed down roughly into the chair and only fidgeted a little bit as his hands were bound behind him tightly. The man who had kidnapped him was watching the scene unfold before him with dark eyes; he gave Frank the creeps, the way he stared at him as if he was prey or something. “How rude of us, we haven’t introduced ourselves. That’s JetStar.” The man who tied Frank up stood back to eye his handy work and nodded his head, “The guy who kidnapped you, that’s Kobra Kid” A smirk twitched on his lips and Kobra Kid raised a hand to give Frank a short wave. “The little girl behind Kobra is Grace” she was so incredibly sweet, Frank wanted to know what she was doing around a bunch of crazy, outlaws, shouldn’t she be in school? “And me? I’m Party Poison...any questions?”

“Yeah. Why the fuck have you kidnapped me?” He twisted his bound hands together in a weak attempt to free himself but gave up after a few seconds, what was the point? He was completely out numbered. “You know what I find interesting? You aren’t a robot like the others? Sure you’re in a disgusting grey suit but you actually.....feel emotion. Very interesting” Party Poison lifted a hand to his chin and stroked it in thought, beginning to pace in front of Frank slowly. Jet Star, now done with his ‘job’ walked around Frank and walked over to Grace, leaning down to whisper something to her. For some reason Grace was like a beacon of light for Frank, there was something about having a child in the room that made him feel safe, it was heart wrenching watching her and Jet Star leave the room.

“Stop fucking around, get down to it Party” Kobra moved surprisingly fast, standing next to the killjoy still deep in thought and watching Frank with eager eyes. “I agree....I wanna know why I’m here.” The leader groaned in exasperation and shook his head at Frank and the other male, “Just don’t appreciate a good build up do you? Okay kid, you’re here because you’re working for that filth up in Battery City, we know he has plans. We just don’t know what they are, so your here, to spill some information.” The lighting in the room certainly did bring about the ambiance, the door opposite Frank was calling out to him like a siren. His feet weren’t tied, he could make a run for it, but what was the point? The men in front of him where obviously a lot stronger than him, so Frank tried to swallow his nerves and looked away from them. “I don’t know anything”

Kobra Kid scoffed and muttered something under his breath; he obviously wanted some blood to be shed. Frank was praying to whatever was out there that it didn’t happen, Frank didn’t want to die sure life in Battery City was dull as fuck but he really didn’t want to die. “Aw, one must not tell lies. Come on kid, talk. I wanna know all the gossip” Party Poison leant down so his face was level with Frank’s and smirked, to Franks surprise his eyes were similar to Kobra Kids. That amazing golden brown colour, “Why the hell are you thinking about some crazy man’s eye colour at a time like this?” His hair was nice too, it looked really soft, the kind of hair that Frank would want to run his hands through and tug at. “Oh god, I’m going insane” “I wouldn’t lie about this Frankie, you wouldn’t be the first man I’ve killed” He gulped and nodded his head frantically, tearing his eyes away from the mans to stare down at the material of his dress pants with false fascination.

“Cute costume you got on, I don’t see you as the dress up type though” He smirked and looked up at the face of his captor, unable to hold back his rebellious streak “Same goes for you....Party Poison.” Where did that come from? The sarcasm was just pouring out of Frank’s mouth. There was a moment of silent as the two stared at each other, defiance and curiosity in both the men’s eyes. Then the taller of the two stood up straight, looking at his assistant over his shoulder and letting out a small chuckle. Frank tried hard not to register the fact that his face was level with the man’s leather clad crotch and looked at the floor.

“Ohh, he’s feisty. Just how we like em’ huh Kobra” “Uh huh, screamers are always good too.” Frank sucked in a deep breath as his chin was gripped between rough fingers and his head was wrenched up to stare up at the two men, “You hear that Frankie? Kobra likes a screamer. Are you going to scream for us?” the tone in his voice was so mocking, filled with false affection, like he was talking to a child. It really pissed Frank off. “Fuck you” he spat, giving them his most vicious glare as he fought against the rope around his wrists.
“Wrong answer.”

The sound of skin hitting skin echoed around the room as a hand collided with Frank’s cheek harshly, Kobra’s face were only inches away from Franks as he let out a whine. No one had ever smacked Frank in the face before; it hurt a hell of a lot. “Here’s how this is going to go. I ask the questions, you give me the answers. If you misbehave, Kobra get’s to have his fun for a moment. Understand?” Frank didn’t say anything, didn’t move an inch. “What did I do to deserve this? I’m going to die here...all because of a job I never wanted to have.”

“First question, let’s start simple. Name, Age and Occupation” Frank was so confused, why did he need to know these things? Didn’t he already know it? “Frank Iero, nineteen years old....personal assistant of The President of Better Living Industries” Olive eyes watched with fear as Kobra pulled out a ominous black box and open it slowly, the light reflected off a scalpel and Frank thought he was going to faint for a moment. “Good boy, next question. How long have you been working for The President?” “Only a few months, I’m pretty new to the system on the inside” Kobra let out a long sigh, he foot tapping impatiently. Frank took a moment to really take in his surroundings; the room he was in was filled with sketches and paintings. Scratched words bled out on pieces of dirty paper and a large America flag was plastered on the wall, a large black widow spider printed on it. The room was incredible; Frank had never witnessed such creativity in his life, in any other situation Frank would have been over the moon.

“Only a few months? How the hell did you get to the top so quickly?” “My family.....know some people, they pulled some strings and I was given the job” The impatient Killjoy pulled out a razor blade and pressed it to his finger lightly, not even flinching as a droplet of red slid down his finger and fell to the floor. Frank shuddered in fear and tore his eyes away, looking back to Party Poison with large desperate eyes. He was so scared, Frank just wanted to go home and sleep the day away, this wasn’t how his day was meant to turn out.“Onto the more important things, now we know some plans your boss has ya know? Some very big plans that involve all the Killjoys out here. So Frankie, I need you to answer me honestly got it? If you play along, we’ll take you home and you can forget this ever happened.”

“......There are more of you?!” Frank leaned forward in his seat a bit, eyes wide in surprise. He never knew that, how many Killjoys were there? “More than you would expect kid, now. Your boss has a plan, spill” He leaned down again, running the back of his fingers down Frank’s cheek delicately while his lips bore a smile. “I....I don’t know” In an instant he was gone and Kobra was his replacement, the sip of a sharp scalpel pressed against Frank’s neck. “What did I say about lying Frankie?” the blade pressed in deeper and Frank hissed in pain, eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“I...” It hurt to speak; he gave Kobra a desperate look and yelped in pain as the blade pushed in deeper then was roughly yanked out, hot blood beginning to run down his neck. “I really don’t know!” “Kobra may just give you his own personal branding if you don’t start talking soon Frankie, I don’t want to see you get hurt but...you have to tell the truth.” Party’s voice was awfully calm, he sat down in another chair he had pulled out and leaned forward, intense golden eyes boring into Franks. “He’s training....training some soldiers” His chest rose and fell quickly; Frank’s eyes were watering with tears. Heart pounding away in his small chest as Kobra stood back to grab another ‘play toy’.

“This is good kid, we are getting somewhere. Okay, so why is he training them?” His neck was hurting so much, Frank didn’t want to start crying in front of his captures but he couldn’t help himself. Bitter sweet tears were running down his face, a sob collecting up in his throat as he stared down at his lap and felt the blood on his neck start to stiffen. “Frank....do you want to die?” What type of question was that? How could someone ask a question like that to someone who was practically balling their eyes out? His eyes narrowed and Frank shot he red headed man his most evil glare, “What type of question is that? Of course I don’t want to fucking die!”

“Then let me repeat myself. Why is he training them?” If Frank told the Killjoys what BL/Industries had in store for them, he would probably be killed when he got back home but if he didn’t tell them then he would be killed by the Killjoys. Die at the hands of a robotic company or at the hands of Killjoys? “The plan is to have a bunch of people, probably teenagers or something, to come out into the zones and.....well that’s all I know” Sure, he was lying a bit, but Frank didn’t want to tell them too much. Everything had a silver lining. Kobra was in front of Frank in seconds, unbuttoning his jacket quickly then ripping at the front of his shirt till they were tatters around his shaking body. “What are you doing?! Stop it, please stop!”

What was the point begging and pleading? This man had a true thirst for blood; he pressed the blade of a small pocket knife to Frank’s stomach and dragged it across his skin ever so slowly. “Fuck! Stop, please just stop!” The tears were running freely down his cheeks now, Frank was withering about in pain as the blade left his skin for a few seconds, only to press back against his skin again in another place.

He screamed in shock as lips pressed against his slightly chapped one’s and stared at Kobra’s glittering eyes, it was as if he was drinking in Frank’s screams as he made another shallow cut into his skin. His tongue pushed into Frank’s mouth, kissing him passionately as more tears slid down Frank’s cheeks, to his horror Frank could feel himself twitching to life and tried to wriggle away from Kobra. He was disgusted in himself. “Back off Kobra, give the kid some time to breathe. And anyway, get your own.”

Time passed. Who knew how long it had been? In between the fainting from exhasution, crying and screaming Frank felt as if he had been tied to that chair for hours. There was a crooked ‘KK’ gently carved into Frank’s chest when he woke after a particularly deep cut was made on his chest, practically throwing up at the sight. He had said everything that there was to say, he had screamed till his throat was hoarse and bled for that maniac and still he was tied to the chair, crying for all he was worth. Party Poison watched from his chair, placed far enough to not get involved but close enough to watch. There was a blank look on his face, occasionally he stepped in to ask more questions or tell Kobra Kid to back off for a bit but he never stopped him. “I want to go home...please, let me go home.”

“Well, looks like we got everything we needed to know hmm? He’s all yours Party” One more possessive kiss was laid on Frank’s lips and then Kobra left, wiping Frank’s blood on his jeans as he slipped out of the room and shut the door behind him. “So now I’m left alone with the Ring Master.....great” The sound of a chair scraping along the ground filled the room as Party stood up and began to move around the room, Frank didn’t watch him move. Didn’t squirm and fight for release, he was broken and sick of begging. “He never used to be like this....” The Killjoy pulled a chair in front of Frank and sat himself down in it, a wet towel and some cream in his hands.

“He used to be such a good boy; always worked hard....always listened. But I couldn’t take it anymore, being a clone. So I left and M-.....Kobra came with me” His voice sounded as if it was laced with regret, tinted with sadness as he cupped Frank’s chin in a warm hand and lifted his head gingerly. “Why is he being so nice to me? Isn’t he going to kill me now, they don’t need me around” Frank sighed in bliss as the cool cloth rested against his cheeks and began to rub away the dirt and tears, he was worried that he would start crying again from the kind gesture. Frank tended to cry a lot, it got pretty embarrassing at times. “There we go. Now I can see your face properly, you have pretty eyes Frankie” He laughed softly and moved back a little, dipping the cloth into a bowl of water by his feet.

“No one ever calls me Frankie...” He didn’t know what possessed him to say it, to make conversation with a man that planned to kill him, was it the brief kindness he was showing Frank? It made him feel nervous to know that this was all just a game for the man; he would pull out his ray gun and shoot Frank right between the eyes any moment. “Oh really? They should, it’s much nicer than Frank” The cloth came back to Frank’s skin, now pressed to his chest gently as Party wiped away the dried blood. His eyebrows furrowed as he dabbed at the shallow wounds, to his disgust Frank was watching Party with curiosity. He was beautiful. Everything about him was. His dirty red hair, lightly freckled and slightly tanned skin. It was all so nice, but the thing that captivated Frank the most was those amazing golden eyes. “You’re sick! He stood by and watched that freak carve into you and didn’t do a fucking thing! What’s wrong with you?”

“Oww! What the fuck is that?” Party chuckled at that comment, rubbing the white cream onto the cuts in Frank’s skin a little softer. “Antiseptic.” Still his eyes were watching the man’s, somewhat wide in fascination and awe. “Oh....” Frank almost jumped in his seat when their eyes met, immediately tearing his away and staring at the wall next to him, trying to push away the embarrassment. “What’s it like....being a Killjoy?” There was a moment of silence as the man thought, to Frank it seemed that he was trying to pick his words carefully which seemed reasonable to him. “Fucking fantastic.” He flashed Frank a bright smile and stood up, walking around him and leaning down. He tensed in his seat as the Killjoy’s lips brushed against his ear, the tremor travelling right down to his hardening member.

“Are you scared?” The way the man whispered the question in Frank’s ear made him tremble, pulling his bottom lip between his lip and biting it to hold back a moan as teeth nibbled at his earlobe. “Sh-should I be?” the reply he received was a chuckle as the rope tied tightly around wrists began to loosen, he was being untied? “Oh fuck, I have feeling in my hands again” Frank began to rub at his wrists in an attempt to push away the pain as Party walked around him and made his way back into the chair that he sat in during Frank’s many hours of torture. “How are your hands?”

“Fine. Uh, thanks for untying them” With a short nod the man pulled his ray gun out of its holder and pointed it straight at Frank, a devilish smirk on his face. Instantly he froze, olive eyes wide with fear, how did the situation change so quickly? “Wha....what the hell are you doing?!” Frank began to stand, only to quickly sit back down in his seat when a laser flew just past his head and hit into the wall behind him with a sizzle. “You know kid...it’s hard for a guy like me to get a fuck around here....” It dawned on Frank, just what the man wanted, and a strange feeling came over him. They were very different people, Frank was clean and cut. The Killjoy was rough and covered in god knew what, and though he knew he should be disgusted by him.....well Frank felt immense attraction towards the man. “And you’re just my type you know? Goody good pretty boys....”

Frank blushed, just a little and tore his eyes off the man, looking down at the rope marks on his wrist, anything it took to not look at him. “Take off your pants” “What?!” Frank’s eyes widened and stared up at golden ones, he was trembling in anticipation and fear at what was this man going to do to him. “You heard me kid, take off your pants...and whatever else you got on underneath” The Killjoy moved closer to Frank, till they were at least half a meter away and smirked at him maliciously, ray gun still in hand.

After a minute or two of awkward fumbling, shaking hands and the occasional trip over his pants. Frank was pantless, briefless and attempting to cover himself from Party’s leer. “Aren’t you cute? Touch yourself Frankie” The Killjoy was leaning forward in his seat, red hair framing his handsome face and a look of arousal growing in his eyes. At the shake of Frank’s head he growled under his breath and pointed the gun straight at his chest. “Okay! I...I’ll do it, fucking schizophrenic” Frank muttered under his breath angrily as he began to slowly pump himself, refusing to look at his captor. “I wouldn’t curse at the man with the gun kid, unless you want a hole through that pretty face of yours” He didn’t sound angry he just sounded amused and incredibly turned on as Frank touched himself, cheeks pink with embarrassment and eyes squeezed shut.

“Does it feel good Frankie? Touching yourself in front of me...in front of a Killjoy? Knowing that I could kill you any moment....just because I feel like it.” All Frank could do was moan in pleasure, he did like it. It sent adrenaline rushing through his tired veins, this is what he needed, that excitement. “Yes....fuck yes” Frank smiled a little at the familiar chuckle he heard, pumping himself a little harder and pushing his hips up into the air. “I bet you love this, anything beats working in an office huh Frankie?” “Yes! I hate it, I don’t want to work there....oh god”

His muscles began to tighten in pleasure, lips parted in absolute pleasure as his hand squeezed and stroked at his length quickly. Frank jacked off a lot; it was something to do honestly. But it had never felt as amazing as it did then; he was squirming in his seat and panting loudly. He was so eager to come for rebel before him, Frank had never been more turned on by someone before and he loved it. “Do you wish you were on the outside? On the fringes of society instead of living in that hell hole?” “Mmm, yeah. I’d do anything to stay here” he was getting so close, so fucking close. All the killjoy needed to do was keep talking, Frank pried open his eyes and gazed at the man before him in wanton lust.

“Stop.” He listened, hand sliding from his leaking erection as the Killjoy stood and unzipped his leather pants. “Don’t move...a muscle, stay like that. Fuck you’re beautiful” He couldn’t help but blush at that comment, no one had ever called Frank beautiful before. No one had ever really had any interest in him except a friend from a while back. And he moved to another zone after their little fling, ashamed of what he had done. “This is un real; I hope this isn’t a dream....if this is a dream, wow I have an imagination! ” Frank’s eyes widened in awe at the Killjoy as he stepped out of his leather and began to rub his rock hard, leaking erection with some lube that he found in his pocket. “Tha...I don’t think that will fit....”

There was a moment of silence between the two before Party began to laugh; his laugh was like the chorus of a thousand angels. Maybe a thousand angels that had been smoking for a few years and didn’t feel like singing, but a thousand angels singing all the same. “You kid, are a keeper.” What did that mean? “Does that mean you’ll....let me stay?” His question, his plea was ignored at the man sat back down and beckoned Frank over with a smirk. “Stop asking questions and come over here kid” What could Frank do? This man, this outlaw had him wrapped around a finger. He stood and made his way over to the man, legs shaking a little out of nerves. “What....now?”

With a sigh his arms stretched out and grabbed Frank’s hips roughly, pulling him down onto his length without a moment’s hesitation. “Oh my...fuck.....what the hell!” He cried out in addictive pain and pleasure, digging his fingernails into the man’s clothed shoulders and staring down at him with wide eyes. “Relax Frankie.” He nodded and took in deep breaths; it was as if Party knew just how to calm Frank down. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to move his hips. Pleasure was building up in Frank again, the feeling of being filled up by such an incredibly entity was pure ecstasy for him. The man’s fingers dug into Frank’s hips as he pulled him up, till his entrance was clenched around the tip of his member, and then forcefully slammed him back down.

It was embarrassing to hear the sound Frank let out; it was ringing in his ears as he was pulled up and slammed back down on Party. “I’m not gonna last long....been so...long” He began to grind himself down on him, sweat trickling down his neck and making his smart, bloodied dress shirt cling to his small frame. “Oh fuck, I know what you mean” They were moving together, both clawing desperately for the peak, with lust filled eyes Frank watched the man that he had come to admire tip his head back and moan. “Mmm, fuck Party...so...so close!” The Killjoy nodded in agreement and pushed harder into Frank, hitting that special spot inside of him and smirking at the yelp that reached his ears.

Frank leant forward and pressed his forehead against the Killjoy’s shoulder, pleased to find that he wasn’t moved for the move at intimacy. They grinded faster, simply using each other for pleasure as their groans grew louder and louder. Running his hands up into the red locks he had gazed at from afar Frank moaned in rapture, tugging at it till the man’s head tipped back and quickly pressing his lips against the others. Frank knew he shouldn’t of, kissing was so personal, but he just couldn’t help himself. Incredible, erotic things slipped between those gorgeous lips and he had to say thank you somehow.

So close, so close. “You gonna come for me Frankie?” The younger male broke the kiss to throw his head back in pleasure, his sudden orgasm rocking his whole body as he rode it out desperately. “Yeah, oh fuck yeah” He was incredibly exhausted but Frank gathered up all his strength to grind down on Party shamelessly, arching against him as he felt the man fill him up with his orgasm. They sat like that for a few minutes, regaining their breath and riding out their waves together. Somehow, the moment was perfect for Frank. He didn’t know if it was love or obsession, but he couldn’t get enough of the man he was seated on. He didn’t want to leave the dirty room, laden with all the things BL/Industries banned so long ago, he felt so free.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“You done in there lovebirds?!”

Frank jumped a little in surprise; he was just starting to fall asleep against Party before he was rudely startled by Kobra. “We gotta move, it’s been a few hours and those fuckers are gonna get suspicious. You got two minutes” Party mumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like ‘fucking idiot’ and gently eased Frank off of him. They began to get dressed, Frank smiling bashfully to himself as the man helped him get dressed then finished dressing himself. “Being a gentleman huh?” “Only for you Frankie.” When he spoke like that, it made Frank want to sigh in teenage bliss. He felt like such a fan girl.

The door slammed open and the two were graced with Kobra’s presence, a large grin on his rather handsome face as he leaned against the wall next to the door frame. “So.....when’s the wedding?” “Oh shut it you little sado, just cause you don’t get your own Frankie” A tell tale blush came to his cheeks as the two Killjoys laughed, watching Party take a few steps forward towards the two. “Wait....what?” “What’s happening?” Party stopped in his tracks, shoulders dropping a little as he sighed and then turned to look at Frank. “Were taking you home kid.” Kobra nodded in agreement and stepped away from the wall, watching Frank with curious eyes.
He began to tremble, just a little, and felt the hot tears prick his eyes again.

Frank was fatigued, aching and feeling like a child all of sudden, compared to the men in front of him. He wanted to scream and throw a tantrum because he just didn’t want to go home. “I don’t want to go...” “Oh here we go” Kobra groaned and rolled his eyes, looking out the door when the sound of a horn blaring reached their ears then turning back to Frank. “Too bad Frankie-boy, sleep time” He stepped forward and grabbed one of Frank’s wrists as he tried to pull away, “No! Please, I want to stay with you.....Fucking hell Party, don’t take me home!” He was crying, shamelessly crying as he begged the man to let him stay, trying to get away from Kobra. “I can’t do that Frankie, you have to go home”

There was only a tint of hurt in his voice, other than that; the Killjoy was back in killer mode. “Cut the drama, we gotta go. Now” A gloved hand lifted and hit Frank in a pressure point, almost instantly the teenager slid against Kobra’s chest, out cold. “That’s better, he cried too much anyway.” He picked Frank up and walked over to Party, dropping Frank’s limp body in his outstretched arms before walking out of the room, Party in tow. “You didn’t actually like him....did you Gerard?” “...Don’t call me that” With a sigh the two slid into the miniature car that waited outside of the hide out, Frank was stretched out over the two as they sat in the back. Grace in the passenger seat, large eyes staring at the sleeping teenager in wonder, and Jet Star behind the wheel. “Come on, answer me.”

Party threaded his fingers though the chocolaty brown hair in his lap absentmindedly, staring down at Frank’s serene sleeping face with wistful eyes. “Nah....He’s a one time thing” And then the venture back into Battery City began as the Killjoys dropped off their hostage for the day.

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The cool breeze woke him; Frank Iero sat up in his bed with a jolt. Olive eyes wide with so many different emotions, confusion being the strongest. “When did I get here? Wh....oh” He was stripped down to his boxers and under all his covers, flicking on a lamp next to his bed Frank noticed that everything was as it had been when he left for work that morning. His skinny legs pulled up against his chest as he stared at the wall ahead of him, tears collecting in his eyes. He was all alone, with nothing to do except stare at blank walls and ceilings till dull sleep caught up with him. Something red caught his eyes and Frank looked over at his dresser in surprise. Fingers quickly snatching up the piece of red paper and opening it gingerly, eyes wide in wonder.

‘I wasnt lying when I said you were my type. Dont move house, got it? P.P’[/] was scribbled on the paper in black ink, somehow Frank knew who the writing belonged to and without hesitation lifted the paper to his lips, kissing it gently and smiling to himself. Sure...it was a little creepy, and the man who had written it was probably a little fucked in the head. But there was no way in hell Frank was going too disobey. He fell back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, suddenly not so concerned with the bland colours around him . Frank wasn’t sure what the future would bring, he wasn’t sure if his and The Killjoys paths would cross again, but he was sort of looking forward to it. Life wouldn’t be so predictable from then on, Frank could tell.

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So what did you kiddies think? Was it pleaaassing? I figured I’d take a crack at writing a Killjoy fanfic too. I hope there arent any mistakes, dude editing this AGAIN took SOOOO long! There are probably gonna be funny paragraphs >< its so hard to see how long things and such such such. But anyway, sorry about that XD
Much love. Theo