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Dear Rebels and Children of the Night, we interrupt this transmission to pass on the news - - an insider just informed us that chaos has hit Battery City. An unidentified male just ghosted the President
And as his blood runs through the city that he destroyed, the killer is on the run.
Tough times are ahead of us, but don’t lose your heads, Motorbabies - life goes on, and it’s time to keep fighting -
The voice coming through the radio waves goes on and on about the rebellion and their cause, but Party Poison turns off the stereo. He can’t take any more bad news right now.
It’s been years since he left the city with his brother, his only remaining family. He thought he’d be free. That the new government wouldn’t reach them out here in the desert. And yet, they’ve done nothing but being on the run ever since, barely surviving.
So, right now, he just needs a moment.
He knows he should be celebrating the death of such vile fascist, but he also knows the fight isn’t over. And if he wants to make the difference, he and Kobra might have to join the Resistance.
He just wishes he had the guts to be the one pulling the trigger.
***
By the time he gets to the diner, the sun is already hiding in the horizon. Poison hasn’t even gotten out of the car, when his brother comes out, yelling at him. “Where the fuck were you?” Kobra says, anger pouring out with every word. “We thought you had been ghosted!”
“I’m fine,” the older brother insists. “Just needed to clear my head.”
“Seriously? Dr. Death just announced that the president was killed, and you know that means the dracs will be guarding the zones more than usual.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” Poison says, trying to walk past his brother. He’s not really in the mood for this shit right now. “I heard the news. And I promise I turned around and came home when I did, okay? Nothing happened. I’m just a fuckup, like I’ve always been. Love you, bro.” He can see Kobra’s been crying, and he feels awful about it.
Poison knows he’s just worried about him. Things are about to get even worse, and he shouldn’t be driving around and drinking out in the desert, not when the draculoids are lurking. But Poison isn’t sure he can take yet another historical event that may or may not be the end of times. He’s had enough in his young life. So, sue him for having a little alcohol.
He’s already a disappointment to Kobra. This shouldn’t make a difference.
He has Jet Star now. Jet is the perfect role model, and he can take care of Kobra - in case anything happens to Party Poison. Kobra will be fine.
At least that’s what Poison hopes, as he throws himself on his mattress and falls asleep immediately.
***
He wakes up with the worst hangover he’s had in years, not ready for whatever his brother and best friend have to tell him. They can keep that for later, once his brain stops throbbing.
Right now, he needs coffee. And it’s not until the water is boiling on the stove that he realizes the silence, so loud he can almost hear his own thoughts.
He can’t remember the last time it was that quiet in here. Where is everyone?
As if on cue, Jet walks out of the back room. “Look who’s finally up!” he says with a smile.
‘Whe –?”
But Jet is like a mind-reader, because he answers before Poison is finished. “I don’t know. He went out for a walk. Just said he needed something –”
“So he gets mad at me for being out there in the middle of this madness,” Poison interrupts, anger in his words. “But then he goes for a walk? Is he stupid or what?”
Jet has to immediately calm him down, pushing him to the nearest seat. “Hey, he’s okay. He’s a big boy, okay? You know him better than anyone, and he probably went to see that guy he’s been talking to.”
Poison knows that. But it’s hard not to worry about his baby brother. He knows that they have Jet, and now Kobra is making new friends, but he’ll always be the most important thing to Poison. And he gets why Kobra was so pissed.
“He’ll be fine,” Jet reminds Poison, always the voice of reason. “Honestly, I needed some peace and quiet around here, so I’m glad he’s spending more time with that kid. I finally finished that book you got me. So just give him some time, and you can talk to him later.” Poison nods. “But talk to him.”
“Okaaaaaay, mom.”
“Glad to be of help. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll use this time to go take a nap. I’m sure Dr. D will call us at any moment.”
Posion knows that too. Things are about to get crazy around here, so he better use the last few minutes of silence to enjoy his coffee, before he goes to look for his brother.
***
When Kobra isn’t back yet after a while, Party Poison decides it’s time to go look for him.
Just to be safe.
He knows Jet is right and Kobra is probably hanging out with that guy – Poison prefers not to think about what they must be doing, though –, so he’s either with him, wherever that guy lives, or in the abandoned autoshop down the road, where Poison usually goes to work on his car when he needs to think, and where they both hide their secret stash of comic books. So, Poison walks there first.
Before they even moved to the diner, him and Kobra first found refuge in the old autoshop by Exit 89. It was their first home in the Zones, and where they learned how to survive in the wild. It was where Poison first found the TransAm, mostly in pieces, and built it up from scratch. If it wasn’t for half the ceiling falling down, they would probably still be living there.
As he gets closer, he can swear he hears loud noises, and he just hopes it’s the rats, and not his brother doing –
“Kobra!” he yells, stepping into the front building, averting his eyes of anything weird. “It’s me! Poison!”
He doesn’t see anything, or anyone, so he dares to walk in deeper, grabbing the first thing he sees, which is - a wrench. Maybe he’s overreacting, being the overprotective big brother, but it’s best to be safe that no one is going to break his brother’s heart.
“Shit,” someone whispers in the darkness. And it’s definitely not Kobra.
“Who’s in there?” Posion asks, only half scared.
“I”m sorry?” the stranger says, stepping into the light.
“Where’s Kobra?”
“Who’s Kobra?” The second the intruder comes closer, Poison finds this short guy, all dressed in white, sporting a stupid mustache, and – there’s blood all over his shirt.
Poison freezes. What happened to his brother? He doesn’t even let the guy explain himself. Letting go of the wrench, he closes the distance between them, and pushes him against the wall with a thump, his hand choking the man. “What did you do to him?” Poison yells in his face.
“Who the fuck are you talking about?” Short Guy manages to say.
“My brother.”
“I didn’t know anyone lived here. No one was here when I –”
But Poison doesn’t care about his excuses. He presses harder on his throat, wanting to see him turn blue. But for some reason, Short Guy is smiling like a fucking idiot. What is wrong with him?
“If you don’t tell me –” Poison reiterates.
“Look, man – if you don’t put me down, you’re going to be the second man I kill this week –” Is he admitting to his crime? “I just got here from the City, and –”
He doesn’t have to finish his sentence. Poison knows who he is. He just got here from the City. All the blood. He already killed a man –
“No way,” Party Poison says, almost with a smile. “Are you –”
“Depends who’s asking –”
“What if I say – whoever got rid of that piece of shit did me a huge favor?” Party Poison says with a smirk. He can’t help it. If he’s being honest, he can think of several ways to pay the kind stranger, if it turns out he was the one who did it. The mustache is kinda weird, but Poison can ignore that, considering how incredibly pretty the man in front of him is. Especially this close, and even with all the dirt and blood. And the more Poison thinks about it, the harder he gets.
And if he’s really honest about it, he’d suck his dick right now, whether he did it or not. But if he did, oh the things Poison would do to him.
“What kind of favor are we talking about?” the man says, interrupting the rebel’s wild fantasies and bringing him back to the moment.
Poison can’t help smiling like the sick fuck he is. “That depends –”
He knows the guy probably doesn’t even like cock, so he’ll have to think of other ways to pay him. But it doesn’t hurt to ask. “I can just say,” he continues, struggling with his words since all he can think about is how good this man will look once he’s finished with him. “I could be very generous to whoever did it – make sure he’s satisfied.”
The way the stranger’s face brightens up at the sound of that doesn’t go unnoticed by Poison. Such a freak.
And despite having trouble breathing with Poison’s hand on his throat, the man is smiling like an idiot. “In that case,” he says. “Yes. It was me.”
“Was it, really?” Poison leans in, closer and closer, barely an inch away from his face, just tempting him. The man nods with a proud smile. And the second Poison releases the pressure from his throat, ready to undo his pants, the man stops him.
“Please, don’t,” he begs, and Poison has no choice but to choke him again. Whatever he wants.
“You’re one of those freaks, huh?” he says, as if he wasn’t enjoying this as much. When the guy nods, Poison knows he just found someone who gets him, and he’s not sure he’ll last long, so he gets to the point. Good thing he has experience undoing men’s pants with just one hand.
“So I’ve been told,” the man says with a giggle.
Dear fuck, Poison thinks, and his brain can’t take it anymore. He pushes his lips against the other man’s, and without even asking for permission, he sticks his tongue down his throat. And by the way the man instantly moans, Poison knows he’s in for a good time.
“Can I have my reward now?” the man asks politely between pants. Destroya, he’s so gorgeous when he begs. All Poison can do is nod while he unzips his own jeans. Before he even says a word, the stranger gets on his knees.
“After what you did,” Poison starts, whispering as he admires the man’s beauty. “You deserve anything you want. You want my cock?” The kneeled man nod, almost drooling. “Then, you can have it.” And just then, he takes Poison’s member in his mouth, savoring it.
Meanwhile, Party Poison just lets himself enjoy it. Damn, the guy is good at it. Poison can’t remember when was the last time he got this hard this quick, and this is definitely the best blowjob he’s ever got. “Fuck,” he whimpers, on the verge of coming. “I need to fuck you.”
Without any hesitation, the other man responds, “Please.” Poison looks down at him, taking the breathtaking view. Pre-cum down his chin. The most beautiful half-lidded eyes. Poison could never get tired of watching him.
Fuck.
Is he already falling for him.
Either way, how could he say no to him?
And in another situation, Poison would be a gentleman and carry him to the back room. That way they could at least lie down on the broken sofa bed and be a bit more comfortable. But right now, Posion isn’t sure he’s going to last, so all he does is pull the man back up and push him against the kitchen counter with his back facing him.
“I hope you don’t mind it,” Poison adds as he pulls down the other man’s pants. “But we don’t have lube around here.” It’s been a while, but Poison can proudly say he’s gotten used to it and has found new ways. For now, though, he just spits on his own hand and hopes the guy likes it.
“I’ll be alright. This isn’t my first rodeo.”
Poison just lets out a chuckle. Did he just find his perfect match?
It’s not every day that Poison has this kind of feast at his disposal, someone so willingly ready for him. So, Poison doesn’t hesitate a single second and gets to it. And just as he’s about to insert his fingers in the shorter man’s ass, he stops Poison, quickly turning around to face him.
“Hey –” he says, panting, clearly desperate. “I may be old fashioned, but can I at least have your name before you put your fingers in me?”
The red-haired rebel freezes on the spot. He can’t remember when was the last time since he knew the name of the person he slept with. That’s the thing about the Zones. It’s so easy to go around, hanving fun and fucking people. Going to parties, or getting absolutely wasted and sleeping with random people. Poison likes that freedom. He likes adventure, not being tied to anyone or anything.
But it has always been hard for him to admit that, deep inside, he wants something more.
Right here, with this cute stranger in his arms, Poison can’t help thinking about the possibilities. What if – what if he could have the chance to spend some time with a special person?
What if he didn’t have to be alone in this?
He knows it’s a long shot, and most likely, whatever this is just ends up like a good fuck to remember and a funny story about how Poison fucked the guy who allegedly killed the president, but it’s nice to imagine what it would be to come home and fuck him every day.
“Poison,” he answers with a smirk.
The man gives him the flirtiest smile. “You’re kidding me, are you? That can’t be your name –”
“I mean, it is now.” Poison doesn’t have enough time to explain everything right now. His dick is too hard, and he can’t tell him why they can’t use their old names anymore. “Party Poison – a pleasure to meet you,” he says. And instead of shaking his hand, he takes the other man’s lips in his, making him moan.
“I’m Frank,” he whispers.
“Not anymore. But we’ll think of something.” And before Frank can protest or ask any more questions, Poison shuts him up with a kiss, and proceeds to push him against the counter, back to his previous position, with his back against his. “For now,” he starts, his index finger traveling down his spine until he gets to his entrance. “I’ll call you babe. ”
That makes Frank smile.
As he inserts the next two fingers, Poison notices how the other man starts drooling, mumbling words he can’t understand, which only gets him harder. “You were so brave for what you did,” Poison whispers as he pushes his cock inside. “You deserve the best fuck of your life.”
“Please, just fuck me now,” Frank begs, so Poison delivers. He thrusts into him, enjoying his moans, his pleas for more, until he can’t control himself and comes inside.
Then, he immediately carries him to the nearest couch, where he jerks him off until Frank comes in his hand, warm and fuzzy, and collapses on top of him.
***
When Poison wakes up to find a man curled up next to him, he’s scared at first.
He never does this, or at least he hasn’t been in this position in ages, and he’s not sure how to feel. The shorter man is passed out in his arms, probably tired after traveling all the way from the city, his arms wrapped around him.
And Poison can’t help it. He takes his time admiring his naked skin, all decorated with tattoos, from his neck to his legs. People’s names and interesting designs, and Poison wonders what’s the story behind them. He runs his fingers up and down his chest, checking out every single piece. Frank is covered in art. And Poison needs to give him the appreciation he deserves.
“You are art,” he whispers, impressed by the view.
And to his surprise, Frank lets out a giggle, clearly awake. “Stop,” he mumbles.
“I’m serious!” He could never get tired of looking at him. And just to prove how much he likes Frank’s body, he leaves kisses across his chest, then goes up to the scorpion tattoo on his neck. Delicious, he thinks. “What’s the story behind them?”
Frank looks at him, his eyes not quite open. “Well, there’s a lot of them. Which one you want to know?”
“This one,” Poison says, pointing at the Virging Mary tattoo on his arm.
“That’s Our Lady of Sorrows. Basically, that’s just me growing up catholic.”
Poison laughs, because he totally gets it. “What about the scorpion?”
“I got that because I refused to get a real job and wanted to be in a band.”
He keeps getting hotter, Poison thinks. A musician? “And this?” He takes his hands and reads from his knuckles. Halloween.
“My birthday,” Frank says with the cutest smile, and Poison knows he already lost the fight.
And then, he almost jumps off the couch, excited. “Wait – that should be your new name! Mr. Halloween!”
Frank smiles. “I like it.”
I like you, Poison thinks, but stops himself before he says anything he might regret. He knows he’s being stupid and it’s way too soon. And maybe he’s just lonely and a bit desperate, but how often do you meet someone so perfect? Not only is Frank – Mr Halloween – hot as hell, but also is amazing at blowjobs and – HE KILLED THE FUCKING PRESIDENT?
“So, tell me, Mr Halloween –,” he says in the flirtiest voice, playing with the shorter’s man’s hair. “What else can I do for you?”
Frank just laughs, and gives him a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean – you got rid of that asshole. For that, you have my complete loyalty, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Oh, that –,” he says as if it’s not a big deal. “Let’s just say I managed to get a gun, and I knew the president was going to be giving a speech at this event. And to be honest, I never thought I’d make it alive, but I didn’t have anything to lose.” Frank takes a breath, pausing for a second. “I knew that it would save a lot of people’s lives. And I didn’t care if I had to die to save them.”
Poison is aware he’s looking at him with heart eyes, but he doesn’t care anymore. “You’re a fucking hero, you know?” he says, bringing him closer to him.
“Am I?”
Poison can see the hurt behind his eyes, and he wishes he could do something about that. “Yes. You might have saved a lot of people.”
Frank gives him a look. “I don’t know. To be honest, making it out of the city was wild, and it kinda feels like surreal. Like maybe I didn’t make it alive, and somehow I ended up in heaven, getting fucked by an angel.”
“Am I the angel in this equation?”
Frank nods. “The most beautiful angel.” Then, he leans in for a kiss, and Poison can swear that’s it. This is the moment he really falls for this fugitive. “So what now? What is life out here?”
Poison just smiles. Even though life is not that easy in the Zones, Poison has learned to love it. “Well, now you’re free,” he starts. “You’ll see a few Dracs here and there, but you just gotta learn how to avoid them. Other than that, you can be whoever you want here.” That brings a smile to Frank’s face, and Poison can’t help wondering when was the last time he heard that, so he wraps his arms around him in a tight hug. “Welcome to the Zones.”
***
“So what now?” Frank asks as they both walk out of the shop, wearing an old gray shirt Poison found in a box, and a Yankees hat. “Where am I supposed to go?”
Poison looks around, trying to take in the view. The desert has been his home for the past few years, but being honest, he has no idea what the next step is. He and Kobra spent a lot of time hiding and trying to survive before he got the hang of things, and he wished he had a friendly face back in the beginning. The least he can do is be that for Frank. “See that sign over there?” he says, pointing at a rusty, faded gas sign in the distance, and Frank nods. “Well, walk there and knock on the back door. You’re going to ask for Show Pony, and tell them Party Poison sent you. They’ll know what to do.”
Frank nods. “You think it’s safe?” he asks, his voice shaky in fear.
And Poison can’t help let out a long sigh. “To tell you the truth – things are gonna be scary from now on. But I’m sure you have what it takes.” And before Frank walks away, he reaches for his hand. Other than with his brother, Poison has never been this scared to lose someone. “Here,” he says, then takes off one of his bracelets and puts it on Frank.
“You think I’ll see you again?”
I really hope so, Poison thinks, but the words choke him, so instead, he just leans in and kisses him, already longing to do that again sometime. “Keep yourself alive,” he says, then stands there as Frank walks away into the horizon.
***
The second he walks in the diner, Poison is welcomed by a shoe hitting the side of his face.
“You asshole!” he yells. “Love you, too, bro!”
The only reply he gets is complete silence. Kobra is sitting on one of the booths, giving him a death stare. And to be honest, Poison deserves it.
“Where were you?” he asks instead. “I was looking for you!”
Kobra rolls his eyes. “Been here for hours. Where were you? ”
Poison is the worst liar, and he can’t even keep a straight face, thinking of the last few hours. “Went to the autoshop, looking for you. I thought you’d show up, but I fell asleep.” Nice one, he tells himself.
“I just went to trade some stuff at the station.” Makes sense.
“I thought you were mad at me!”
“I am still mad at you!”
Great.
Kobra continues. “But I figured we can’t be fighting right now. We need to be a team.”
He’s right. “I know. And I’m sorry I worried you. I promise I’ll tell you next time I have to go somewhere.”
“Me too.” And just as Kobra is about to protest, Poison throws himself at him and hugs him.
***
Things seem to be suspiciously slow lately.
Not a single news from Battery City, or anything about Draculoids raiding the Zones. Poison knows it’s too good to be true, and tries to keep a low profile, staying at the diner, and helping around, when they see a familiar van approaching.
A minute later, the door opens, and in comes Dr. Death’s assistant and a friend of the guys, Show Pony. “Hey, guys!” they say, with their usual cheerful tone. “I got a package from Dr. D.”
They put the large box on the counter, and Jet quickly goes to grab as if he’s been waiting for it. Meanwhile Kobra hands Show Pony a big plate of pancakes. “Courtesy of the house.”
“That’s why you guys are my favorite,” Show Pony says.
“You got any news?” Poison asks, using the opportunity to get updates about the current situation.
“Not yet. Our insiders say things seem pretty calm, but they keep looking for the suspect.”
“They think the person who did it escaped?”
Show Pony shakes their head. “They would never admit they suck at their job. They probably think it was a traitor who works for them, but they also reforced security in the city, and they won’t let anyone out.”
Poison nods, wondering if there’s something Show Pony knows, but also glad nobody suspects the assassin is out here in the Zones, and just hopes Frank is safe right now. And just as he’s about to open his mouth again and ask more stupid questions, their guest gets up from their seat and heads to the door. “Hey, can I have another order of pancakes?” Show Pony asks. “My driver guy is waiting in the van, and he must be hungry. I promise I’ll pay for that one.” Kobra is already working on it, as they call the driver from the entrance, yelling. “Ghoul! Come here! I got you food.”
A second later, the door opens again and a guy with a shaved head and covered in tattoos walks in. Party Poison freezes on the spot.
It’s Frank.
He swears his heart stops beating and his breathing stops. He’s alive and well. And he looks great.
“This is my new driver and assistant, Fun Ghoul,” Show Pony says with a smile.
“Hey,” Fr - Fun Ghoul greets the rebels with a smile, unable to keep his eyes off Poison.
“Hi,” the red-head says.
Show Pony keeps talking, interrupting their moment. “These here are the Fabulous Killjoys - Party Poison, Kobra Kid, and that guy by the corner is Jet Star. They run the best food joint in the Zones, but they’re also the leaders of their generation.”
“Oh, stop!” Kobra adds. “You don’t need to praise us to get free food.”
“I’m serious!” And as they keep arguing, Poison stops listening. All he can see and think about is the gorgeous man in front of him. Now that the mustache is gone, he looks even prettier, and he could fuck him in the bathroom right now.
“Are you even listening?” Kobra says, hitting his brother’s arm to get his attention.
“Huh?”
A second later, Show Pony’s radio goes off. “Sorry, guys!” they say. “Duty calls! But I promise I’ll let you know if anything happens.”
“Thank you!” Kobra says, and as Show Pony and Fun Ghoul start to leave, Poison quickly reacts and runs after them.
He reaches for Ghoul’s hand out the door to stop him. “Hey! Ghoul, right?”
Ghoul just nods, with a smile on his face.
“I like the name.” Idiot. What is he supposed to say? “You look good.”
“Thank you.”
“So, I guess you know where to find me now.” Ghoul nods, and Poison stops himself before he says anymore of his dumb shit, and leans in for a kiss. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he whispers in his face.
“Me too,” Ghoul replies, and kisses him again.