Opposites Attract | five x male!oc

Man on the Moon

When the man was finished walking his dog and got inside of the car, Five and Rowan blinked inside with him, Five holding a knife to his throat.
"Oh, Jesus!" he yelled.
"One chance, that's all you've got. One chance to tell me exactly what's going on in that lab."
"I- I manufacture prosthetic devices for fake patients. I bill the insurance companies and then sell them for cash on the black market."
"Including eyeballs?"
"Yeah, they're my biggest seller. I mean, they sell like hotcakes! I- I've got a list, a waiting list, probably 20 buyers."
"So, the serial number I told you..."
"Uh, could've already been bought. Yes, off- off the books," he stuttered.
"I needed that list, Lance. Names and numbers, and I need it now!"
"I don't have it. I mean, not on me. The only copy's in my safe at the lab."
"Well, you start the car then, cause we're going on a field trip," he said to him, sitting back in his seat with his knife still pressed at Lance's neck as he started the car.

When they all arrived at the lab, they could see puffs of smoke from a mile away, which caused Rowan and Five to look between each other anxiously, as they both jumped out of the car and ran towards it, and by the time they got to the entrance, a huge explosion forced them both back into the street.
"Shit," Rowan stared up at the building engulfed in flames.
"I need a drink." Five sighed, holding his head in his hands.
"I'm down," Rowan agreed, getting up and offering Five a hand, who took it and blinked them both away from the scene.
-
After robbing a liquor shop, they walked into their library and decided to brainstorm ideas in a secluded area upstairs, jotting down all sorts of equations all over the floor, railings, walls - wherever they could fit - that could help them figure out who exactly it was who will end the world. Five pulled out all the bottles and cans from paper bags - all the drinks bought mainly picked out by Rowan, who was more of a drinker out of the two. They had: vodka (Rowan's favourite), whiskey, beer, flavoured rum - sure, they went a little overboard, but they're in a crisis. Flicking the lid off of the vodka, Rowan took a swig before passing it to Five, grimacing at the burn as it slid down his throat. Eventually, once they finished the bottle, they both got too drowsy to think of anything more, and ended up passing out in each other's arms, the rest of the alcohol they bought left untouched aside a few beers drank by Rowan.
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An hour or so later, the two were found by Diego and Luther, who reluctantly carried the two to a safe area where they couldn't run off on their own again and not tell anyone what's going on. Diego remembered finding Five at that very library when they were kids and decided it was worth a try despite it being abandoned - and it was worth the try. The two carried them down an alleyway, Five being carried bridal style by Luther while Rowan was carried on Diego's back, still passed out, whereas Five was awake and rambling away.
"Well, we can't go back to the house. It's not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment."
"My place is closer. No one will look for them there."
"If you vomit on me..." Luther told Five as he belched.
"You know what's funny?" he sighed. "I'm going through puberty. Huh. Twice." he scoffed before giving a small chuckle. "I drank nearly a whole bottle, didn't I? That's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye! Poof, it's gone. What're you guys talking about?"
"Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night." Luther sighed.
"They came looking for you two! So I need you to focus. What do they want?"
"Hazel and Cha-Cha."
"Who?"
"You know, I hate code names," Luther told him.
"Ah, the best of the best. Except Ro and I, of course," Five looked over at his husband on Diego's shoulders. "Hey, be careful with him, he has a bad leg."
"The best of what?"
"You know, Rowan always said drinking made me surly-"
"Hey!"
"Hm? Yeah?"
"I need you to focus. What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha want?" Five just stared up at Diego with a wide smile. "We just wanna protect you both."
"Protect us? We don't need your protection, Diego. Do you have any idea how many people we've killed together?"
"No."
"I'm the Four frickin' Horsemen! The apocalypse is coming," was all he said before turning away from Diego and throwing up, both Luther and Diego rolling their eyes at him.
-
Rowan and Five were both placed on Diego's bed, sleeping soundly together, Rowan's head on his chest. Diego went to stand with Luther, watching the boys sleep.
"Funny. If I didn't know they were such pricks, I'd say they almost look adorable in their sleep," Diego said, coldly.
"Well, don't worry, they'll sober up eventually. Be back to their normal, unpleasant selves."
"Yeah, I can't wait that long. I need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies."
"All that stuff he was saying before. What do you think he meant by that?" As Diego was about to answer, they both heard footsteps approach his room. He grabbed a knife, rushing over to the door, opening it with his knife ready to attack.
"You throw another one of those goddamn knives at me, I'm pressin' charges."
"What do you want, Al?"
"I ain't your secretary."
"Yeah."
"Some lady called for you, said she needs your help."
"What lady?"
"I dunno, some uh.. Detective. I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or somethin'."
"Patch?" Al shrugged. "She needs my help."
"She needs you to meet her at that motel, a dump on Calhoun."
"When?"
"'Bout half an hour ago," he began to walk away. "Uh, said she found your brother." Diego and Luther gave each other confused expressions, as they had their brother and his partner in that very room.
"Well that didn't make sense." then they realised as their faces fell.
"Klaus," they said in sync. upon realisation.
"Go. I'll wait here with-" Luther was cut off with a slam of the door, he sighed, looking over at Rowan and Five. "-them."