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The Scientific Formula for Love

by xXKobraKidXx 0 reviews

“Point taken.” Kobra shrugged his jacket off and said, “Now, do me a favor and fuck me already. It’s hard getting horny at the thought of what Patrick will do to us after finding out what w...

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Fantasy,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Warnings: [V] - Published: 2013-12-27 - 4585 words - Complete

| ZONE 3
| December 12, 2015

Mikey decided that Gabe was fantastic at arranging dates, even though there just wasn’t much to do about romance in the desert.

Gabe and Mikey were lying on the roof of Gabe’s hideout, staring at the stars. They were far away enough to not see the blinding lights of Battery City block out the tiny diamonds in the black sky. There was a slight chill in the air, but compared to the heat during the day, it felt nice. Gabe was holding Mikey’s good hand, rubbing circles on the back with his thumb.

“Who is it that you like, Mikey?” Gabe asked, breaking the silence that surrounded them.

Mikey was caught off guard by his question. He had been expecting the older to continue hitting on him, not ask about who he was crushing on.

“It’s very obvious that you don’t like me in a romantic way. I’m cool with that, y’know, but I do still care about you. I help my friends, Mikey. So tell me what’s up.”

“There’s this guy back in Battery City that I had to leave behind,” Mikey finally said, “We were friends since I was in the third grade. Ever since I left him behind, I just… I can’t stop thinking about him. I don’t think it’s love just yet, but it’s getting there. I know it.”

Gabe kissed Mikey’s cheek and said, “You know what they say. If you love something, set it free. And, knowing this friend of yours, he’ll eventually join you. So, until that day comes, and until your true love takes you… maybe I could be the one to make you happy.”

Mikey smiled at Gabe. In all honesty, he was expecting Gabe to command that he forget all about Pete. Instead, though, he was supportive about it.

“Thank you, Gabe,” Mikey murmured. Gabe just smiled and pulled Mikey close, pressing his lips lightly against Mikey’s for a sweet, innocent kiss.

| ZONE 3

| December 25, 2015

Gabe arrived at the Killjoy’s station with a few supplies he had stolen from a BLI supply truck when Mikey and Gerard were painting the Trans Am. Gabe must’ve been in a playful mood, as he smacked Mikey’s ass without a second thought, even with Gerard in the room. He laughed at Mikey’s reaction, even though he was sprayed with the black paint that the younger had been using.

“Hey, if you guys are looking to enjoy each other’s company,” Gerard grumbled, “could you at least do it in the other room?”

Gabe just smirked and began to kiss Mikey’s neck. Mikey knew that Gabe was only playing around, but it was a bit uncomfortable. “G-Gabe, could you not… y’know…”

“Relax, sweetie, I’m not going to go too far.”

Gerard sighed, “Get a room, you two.”

Gabe rolled his eyes and gave Mikey a kiss on the cheek. “I was wondering if you’d like to go on another date sometime. I know a place with that’s perfect for watching sunsets.”

Mikey smiled, “Sounds great, Gabe. I’d love to.”

| ZONE 3

| January 1, 2016

The wind played with Mikey’s freshly-dyed blonde locks as he stood outside. The desert air felt nice for once, with it not being too hot or too cold. He was deep in thought, knowing just what he was getting into.

Gerard’s pep-talk echoed through his mind as a sigh escaped his lips. Suicide. What they were doing was fucking /suicide/. But they couldn’t let the world go on like this. Sure, America wasn’t perfect, but it was a hell of a lot better than Battery City.

Mikey heard the former national anthem being played in the background. Their only means of rebelling were music and guns.

At least they had music to keep them sane.

| ZONE 3

| May 7, 2016

Kobra Kid sat on the old, worn couch as Fun Ghoul properly cleaned and bandaged the wound on his leg. There was only so much the younger could do on the battlefield, so as they got back to the station, he promptly began working on preventing an infection from forming.

The rubbing alcohol stung lightly, but Kobra’s pain tolerance was better than most. He had yet to feel any physical pain worse than the damage caused to his hand years before. Not even a wince escaped the blonde as Ghoul finished cleaning the wound.

As Ghoul bandaged the wound, the Mad Gear stepped into the station, a few cans of Power Pup in his arms. He caught sight of Kobra and asked, “What happened?”

“Fuckin’ Drac shot me,” Kobra replied, “Could’ve been worse, though.”

Gear set the cans down on the floor near the place they deemed the kitchen. He sat down beside Kobra as close as he could without getting in Ghoul’s way and let the younger rest his head against his shoulder.

“There we go,” Ghoul said, finished with bandaging Kobra’s leg. “Try not to walk any more than necessary, okay? Give it two or three days before you go out and risk your neck.”

Kobra nodded. Gear pressed a kiss onto Kobra’s temple and pulled him closer. “You need anything, Kobra? I can get my hands on some pain killers, if you want.”

“I’m fine, Gear. It’s not that serious, and really, it doesn’t hurt much.”

“Alright,” Gear sighed, “Make sure you rest, okay? We’ll need you at your best.”

Kobra nodded, “I will, Gear, I promise.”

| ZONE 3

| June 8, 2016

Kobra sat there with his brother’s arms wrapped tightly around him. He wasn’t exactly sure how long they had been in that position, but right now, he didn’t care.

Guilt clawed at Kobra’s core as the memory of the day’s events played over and over again. He didn’t mean to kill the Draculoid, really… it just /happened/.

Poison eventually let go of his brother, opting to sit down beside him. He remained close, though, knowing Kobra might just need him.

“You’re not a murderer, you know,” Poison said, breaking the silence, “You did what you had to do to survive. Eventually, there was going to be a point where’d you have to use lethal means to defend yourself, baby brother. I know you don’t like that, but we all do things to stay alive. The only thing worse than dying is losing someone you love. If you didn’t kill him, he sure as hell would’ve killed you.”

Kobra nodded. “I know… but what if he had a family? What if he had dreams of his own?”

“This is war, Mikey,” Poison murmured, opting to use his brother’s real name, “In war, you have to put those thoughts aside and fight. I know this won’t help much, but I want you to know that. If I were to lose you in this fight because didn’t defend yourself, I wouldn’t want to live anymore.” Poison kissed his brother’s forehead. “You’re the only living family member I have left. I can’t lose you. I won’t let you die alone, Mikes. If you’re going, I’m going.”

Kobra sighed and buried his face into the crook of Poison’s neck. He said nothing in response, allowing silence to set upon them one again.

Poison knew, though, that actions spoke much louder than words when it came from Kobra. So, in response, he wrapped his arms tightly around his brother and listened as his breathing evened out.

| ZONE 3

| August 3, 2016

Kobra was breathing hard as Gear tugged the blankets around the two of them. Gear lived alone in his hideout, which was extremely daring for anyone in the Zones. However, this meant that they weren’t interrupted by either roommates or Draculoids, so Kobra supposed the risk was worth it.

Kobra and Gear have kept the whole friends-with-benefits thing going since their first ‘date’ a little under a year ago. With all they had to worry about, it was nice to have a sense of normalcy to their abnormal lives.

Or, at least, as normal as a homosexual friends-with-benefits relationship can get.

“Maybe we should stop this,” Gear said.

Honestly, it was surprising to hear that come out of Gear’s mouth. In fact, he was the one that suggested this arrangement. Even more surprising was the fact that the horniest Killjoy in the group was Gear. Kobra would’ve thought that this arrangement would last until Pete finally joined them, but he didn’t really care either way.

“I mean, it’s not that healthy, y’know, fucking to keep from thinking about our problems. And I feel like I’m taking advantage of you, because you’re kinda, for lack of better word, broken,” Gear kissed Kobra’s forehead and sighed, “I honestly care about you, Kobra. I don’t want to be the guy that hurts you.”

Kobra sighed and rested his head against Gear’s chest. “Yeah… it is. But everyone needs a distraction from the world. Remember back when America was America? The world was ugly then, but we blocked it out with television, music, sex, and Tumblr. We don’t have television and Tumblr, and we can’t take our music everywhere. So, really, other than what music I can find, sex with you is my only other distraction. But you’re right, Gear… it’s unhealthy as what BLI’s doing to everyone else. It was nice while it lasted, though… you made me feel loved.”

Gear rubbed circles onto Kobra’s bare back. “Yeah. You made me feel loved, too, Kobra, even though I know you love someone else. And you’ll have some great moves when you two finally get together.”

Kobra snorted, “Yeah… I guess I will.”

Gear chuckled and pressed a kiss onto Kobra’s forehead. “Go to sleep, sweetie. From what I heard, you haven’t been getting much rest.”

Kobra nodded. He made himself comfortable and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

| ZONE 3

| December 23, 2016

Kobra was simply looking after the girl they had taken in, who was dubbed /Missile Kid/, when he heard something that sounded different from her typical babbling.

“What was that, Missile Kid?” Kobra asked.

“/Poy-yon/,” the girl replied, pointing to Poison’s mask, which was on the table.

A comical shriek of delight come from Kobra. He took the girl up in his arms, prepared to go find his older brother and tell him about what she said. However, Poison had run into the room, his yellow and pink ray gun in his hand.

“Poison, she said her first word!” Kobra said, a grin on his face.

“Really?” Poison asked. Kobra nodded.

“Go ahead, baby girl,” Kobra said, “Tell Poison what you said.”

“/Poy-yon/,” the girl squeaked.

Poison smiled. The little girl had said her first word, something that resembled /Poison/. Kobra could tell from the look on his brother’s face that he was proud. Kobra was, too- after all, he was there to witness it.

| ZONE 3

| April 24, 2017

Kobra managed to get into the station before the acid rain started to fall. His jacket had been shrugged off and wrapped around something in his arms.

“That was way too close, Kobra,” Poison scolded, “You do know what that acid rain will do to you, right?”

“Yeah,” Kobra said, “But it was totally worth it, because I’ve found a new friend.”

Kobra unraveled the jacket and revealed a tiny black kitten, no older than a few months.

“I guess he’s an orphan, because I didn’t see any sign of his family,” Kobra said, “Poor thing needs a home.”

Missile Kid, upon seeing the tiny creature, squealed, “Kitty!” Kobra smiled and knelt down to her level. He showed her how to properly hold the kitten.

“He’s yours, baby girl,” Kobra said, “Make sure you treat him right.”

The girl nodded. “I will! I pwomise, unka Kobah!”

Kobra smiled and kissed her forehead. The fact that Missile Kid didn’t see any evil in anyone made him feel warm inside. He didn’t feel like a cold-blooded killer when she simply smiled at him.

Hopefully, before she would be old enough to realize just how ugly the world was, they could make it safer for the child the Killjoys have come to love.

| ZONE 3

| September 10, 2017

Kobra woke up to two voices talking quietly in the room. He recognized one voice as that of his older brother’s. He felt extra weight on the bed, which meant someone else was in the room. He opened an eye to see who it might be.

He only saw the back of his head, but his voice sounded familiar. Sifting through his memories, Kobra tried to remember who it was that the voice belonged to when the man turned.

The face was that of Pete Wentz. Kobra opened his other eye and smiled at his friend.

“Hey, Mikey,” Pete said, handing him a fuzzy object, “Happy birthday. I’m sorry if I woke you, man.”

“It’s fine, Pete,” Kobra mumbled, sitting up. He took a closer look at the fuzzy object- it was a Chewbacca plushie with an eye missing. “What brings you to the Zones?”

“I left Battery City to join you guys,” Pete said, “I’ve been saving up a bunch of carbons. Hopefully they’ll be of some use. Brendon and Patrick tagged along, but they’ve set camp about a quarter mile back. I kept going so I could see you.”

Kobra smiled and pulled Pete into a tight hug. “I missed you, Pete. It’s great to see you.”

Poison, who was starting to feel like a third wheel, said, “I’ll leave you two alone for a bit.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

“Gerard told me that you haven’t been sleeping much,” Pete said, pulling away, “He said something about your first kill. You wanna talk about it?”

Kobra sighed. He pulled his knees up to his chest and said, “A few months back, I killed a Draculoid. I didn’t mean to, really… I… I don’t know what happened. Everyone keeps telling me that I’m not a murderer, that I’m not a terrible person, but I can’t help but feel guilty, y’know?”

Pete nodded, “They’re right, you know. Mikey, no matter what happens, no matter what you do, we all love you.”

Kobra smiled, “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.”

| ZONE 3

| February 12, 2018

Kobra and Pete were on the couch, just casually talking, when Missile Kid approached them. Kobra picked her up and asked, “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Why you not kiss unka Pete?”

The question came to a surprise to the men. The little girl was completely serious, waiting for an answer.

“M-Missile Kid, I, um… uh… oh, my…”

Kobra fumbled for words for a good minute or so before Pete said, “You’re not supposed to kiss before the first date!”

If possible, Kobra’s face grew redder. However, Missile Kid did seem satisfied by the answer and left to go play with the kitten Kobra gave her last year.

Internally, though, Kobra wondered how the little girl discovered the feelings he had for Pete.

| ZONE 3

| February 14, 2018

Kobra didn’t understand how exchanging Valentine’s Day gifts with Pete became so awkward. They had done it since the fifth grade because no girl showed interest in them, so it shouldn’t have been that difficult, but for some reason or another, it was.

“Um… Mikey… I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time,” Pete said, “Like, a really, really, really long time…”

“Yes?” Kobra wondered exactly what it was that Pete wanted to say, but he didn’t dare let his hopes get any higher than they already were.

“I… yeah. Since high school, actually. I just wasn’t sure if you’d, y’know, hate me, or laugh at me, or already-”

“For god’s sake,” Poison yelled, “Just fucking kiss him!”

Kobra was surprised to hear his brother say such a thing. However, when Pete didn’t make a move, Kobra took matters into his own hands. He grabbed Pete’s shirt and pulled him into a kiss right on the lips. Pete recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around Kobra’s waist and completely closing the space between their bodies, kissing him like his life depended on it.

At last, they broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

“Dude,” Kobra said, “What… what took you so long?”

“Good question,” Pete replied.

Pete pulled Kobra in for another kiss, smiling into it when he heard clapping from the little girl.

| ZONE 3

| September 11, 2018

Kobra was on his last legs, fighting three Draculoids at once. With Jet unconscious, Cola incapacitated, Ghoul treating the wounded, and Poison dealing with his own set of Draculoids, he really couldn’t count on back-up. He couldn’t keep up, though. Eventually, he would either pass out from exhaustion or be shot down by one of the despicable creatures.
Kobra decided that the kid gloves had to come off. So, he did the only thing he could do- kill.

The first Draculoid went easy- a shot between the eyes took care of him. The second, though, required more- two shots to the heart and one in the neck. The third-

Wait a minute… where’d the third one go?

Kobra heard a ray gun fire, but he didn’t feel anything. He turned to see Pete, dressed in leather and a masquerade mask, with a wound on his arm. Pete took a shot at the Draculoid and killed him before turning to his boyfriend.

“Your knight in shining armor has arrived,” Pete joked. However, upon seeing the scowl on Kobra’s face, his smile disappeared.

“We’ll talk about this later, Pete,” Kobra said.

| ZONE 3

| December 12, 2018

Kobra woke up, strapped to a cold, metal medical table. His shirt and jacket were folded neatly on a table across the room, and various machines decorated what he assumed to be a research lab.

Kobra discovered that there were electrodes attached to his arms, torso, and head. He was hooked up to a heart monitor and an eerie-looking machine that gave him a terrible feeling.

Kobra could hear Korse communicating with someone a few feet away. He decided to listen in, try to find some answers.

“…Yes. If we don’t receive answers from him through this method, we’ll try using electroshock therapy. If nothing else, it will extract the rebellious streak from him. I might also recommend a lobotomy or a trip to the tubes… he might just be a valuable asset to our corporation.”

“I could not agree more. Carry on, Korse. And be wary- Kobra Kid is the quiet one. Even the threat of electroshock therapy or a lobotomy will not sway him. Show no mercy.”

“Understood.” Korse ended the call and said to Kobra, “I know you’ve regained consciousness. Your heart rate has changed and you’ve reacted to the conversation I’ve just had with my superior.”

Korse walked over to the device and said, “Before we begin, I’d like you to know that this machine is a prototype. You’re the first person we’ve tried it out on. Perhaps I’ll just give you a taste of it…”

Suddenly, electricity coursed through Kobra’s body. His nerves were set on fire and his brain wanted to shut down, but he refused to go down. Kobra refused to let a sound escape him.

“Ah, you’re also the resilient one, aren’t you?” Korse switched the machine off and changed the settings. “Let’s start off with something simple. What is your name?”

“Kobra Kid.”

“Your real name, you rebellious punk.”

“Fuck you.”

Korse pressed the button again and another jolt of electricity, a stronger one, at that, hit Kobra. Once again, though, he showed no sign of weakness.

“Tell me about Doctor Death-Defying. How has he been hacking our radio frequencies?”

“Don’t know… don’t care. Only one who knows is the guy that set it up.”

“And who is this person?”

“I’ll never tell you.”

Again, Korse pressed the button sending a third shock through Kobra. This continued for quite some time until a treacherous sob escaped Kobra.

“We’re breaking you,” Korse said, “And yet, you chose not to talk. Why?”

“Bastards like you… tyrannical… go to hell…”

Kobra could feel himself slipping. He wanted it to stop, but he refused to talk. Kobra went from whimpering to full out screaming a few volts later.

Korse encountered a problem- he was almost at the lethal level. If he didn’t get answers soon, he’d end up killing their only source of information.

Really, though, it didn’t matter. Korse promised Poison that he’d return Kobra for the Girl. He never said Kobra would come back alive.

Kobra finally lost consciousness when he saw his brother shoot at various Draculoids. He knew he’d be safe once Poison was finished with the creeps that captured him.

| ZONE 3

| December 25, 2018

Love was a difficult thing to find in the desert. So, Kobra was thrilled when his brother found Lindsey.

Poison had fallen for her the moment he saw her. Poison often talked about her all the time, and Cold even put a good word in for him. However, they still weren’t together.

Poison had written a song for Lindsey, but he hadn’t shown her yet. It was getting on Kobra’s nerves, actually. So, drunkenly, he and Pete decided to grab the CD, /Summertime/, and play it right then and there.

“/'Till we find our way in the dark and out of harm, you can run away with me anytime you want./”

Poison ran into the station, Lindsey following behind. Kobra and Pete gave them matching grins, mischief in their eyes.

“Kobra!” Poison’s face was as red as his hair, which made the drunken Killjoys laugh.

“C’mon, Poison,” Kobra laughed, “Your girlfriend seems to like it.”

“She’s not my-”

“Gerard, did you do this?” Lindsey asked. Gerard nodded. “If you don’t mind me asking, who did you write it for?”

“Well,” Gerard said, “You. But this isn’t the final version. I wanted to have it ready by Valentine’s Day.”

“I like it. A lot,” Lindsey said, “If you ask me, getting a demo for Christmas is just as sweet as the final product for Valentine’s. And, yes.”


“I just answered the question I knew you were going to ask. As in, “Well,” Gerard said, “You. But this isn’t the final version. I wanted to have it ready by Valentine’s Day.”

“I like it. A lot,” Lindsey said, “If you ask me, getting a demo for Christmas is just as sweet as the final product for Valentine’s. And, yes.”


“I just answered the question I knew you were going to ask. As in, /yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend./”

When Poison and Lindsey kissed, Kobra muttered to his boyfriend, “It’s about goddamn time.”

| ZONE 3

| June 1, 2019

In all honestly, Kobra felt like crap. He felt incredibly nauseous when he sat up in bed, and it grew worse when he stood up. His head pounded with a migraine and a chill ran up his spine, even though he was in the fucking desert in the middle of summer.

Kobra, being as stubborn as he was, refused to acknowledge the fact that he was sick. He had received a look of concern from Poison, but his brother said nothing.

When Pete arrived an hour later, he and Kobra were about to head out when the younger collapsed, exhaustion evident on his features. Pete worriedly placed a hand on his boyfriend’s forehead and gasped.

“Kobra, you’re burning up,” Pete said, concern in his voice. He lifted Kobra up into his arms and took him to his room. Since they didn’t have a thermometer, Pete was unable to tell how sick his boyfriend was and decided that he should probably stay here.

Kobra protested. He’s had worse injuries before, so being sick wasn’t a huge problem. But Poison, who had the final say in matters like these, told Kobra to stay in bed while he and Ghoul went to find water. Begrudgingly, Kobra agreed.

Poison left his little brother in Pete’s care. Kobra’s head was in Pete’s lap, with Pete running a hand through Kobra’s hair.

“Go to sleep, babe,” Pete murmured, “You won’t get better if you don’t rest.”

Kobra didn’t argue. In fact, sleep sounded fantastic to the Killjoy. Kobra made himself comfortable and slipped into a deep sleep, feeling safe in Pete’s presence.

| ZONE 3

| November 30, 2019

Kobra curled up next to Pete, exhausted. Today had been a long one, with the Killjoys having to rescue Lindsey from BLI. It was getting dark outside, so Pete crashed there for the night.

The couple was cuddling together in Kobra’s bed, perfectly fine with being close together due to the fact that the bed was rather small. Pete’s arms were wrapped around Kobra’s waist, giving him an innocent kiss on the lips.

Kobra was tired, sure, but he didn’t feel like sleeping just yet. He wasn’t exactly sure how that worked, but he didn’t care much.

“Hey, Pete,” Kobra said, “Do you think we stand a chance against BLI?”

“I don’t know, Mikey,” Pete murmured, “I really don’t. But, I think we can weaken them, if nothing else.” He kissed Kobra’s forehead, a sigh escaping his lips.

Kobra listened to Pete’s heartbeat, one of the few things that could calm him down. It was times like these when Kobra desperately wished for a different life, a better one, where he and Pete could be together without fear. He wanted nothing more than to have a place of their own that wasn’t about to fall down.

Pete was now asleep, leaving Kobra to his thoughts. Kobra snuggled as close as he possible could to Pete and sighed. He did at least have a little piece of heaven in the hell he was forced to live in.

With that in mind, Kobra fell asleep.

| ZONE 3

| February 14, 2020

Other than Pete and Kobra, there was nobody at Pete’s hideout. Patrick and Brendon were away, deciding to give the two some well-deserved alone time, opting to go to a concert at a bar not too far away.

The two were making out on Patrick’s bed. Kobra’s arms were pinned above his head as Pete attacked his lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth.

“We… probably shouldn’t… y’know… here,” Kobra gasped, as Pete sucked on his neck.

“’Trick’s bed is bigger,” Pete said, “Less of a chance of falling off if we fuck here.”

“Point taken.” Kobra shrugged his jacket off and said, “Now, do me a favor and fuck me already. It’s hard getting horny at the thought of what Patrick will do to us after finding out what we did in his bed.”

Pete didn’t need to be convinced further.
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