Boys Will Be Boys (BXB GAY ONESHOTS)

Secret

Ship: VonDurk
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Character death and vague mentions of drug overdose
Plot: In which Von and Durk are both going to die.
Words: 2600+ (short but hopefully powerful)

Chest heaving, breath racing, sweat droplets trickling down scared faces. The duo looked at each other, eyes blind in the dim light. Yet they could still see the other, so clearly and vividly. They knew the fear was shared. Death was near. Death.

With it's disgusting smell, shabby tattered black robe, it's rattling bones, and long scythe ready to harvest your soul. Who could forget it's black eyes and there red glow.

Death was coming. But either Durk nor Von wanted to die.

Of the two, Durk was most frightened. Try as he might, he just couldn't be as gangster as his best friend and secret crush. He just couldn't do it. How Von wasn't crying he didn't know.

"On King David, lil folks you gotta chill on allat cryin'." Von sighed, letting his head lull back. "It ain't gon do shit but make 'em laugh."

Durk sniffled. He was trying! It was hard! It was all so hard! He'd miss his kids, his mama, his dad, his friends. He'd miss his fans. Hell, he'd even miss all his baby moms. He'd miss what he was positive would be his best years. "C-can't. How are you-"

"Live by tha gun. Fuckin' die by it. You knew tha code, tha rules befo yo lil ass hopped off tha porch." Von growled. He was aggravated they were in this situation to begin with. "Fucking... gorilla. He was just screamin' fuck 63rd three months ago. Nah he done went and partnered with that slimy nigga's bitch ass."

Durk quietened down. He didn't want to die with Von mad at him. He just stared into space, trying to process all of this.

Von sensed the uneasiness. "I just... Ion like it when you cry. Ion like it when can't help... when I'm helpless. I just really don't like when you cry."

Durk smiled weakly. "Soft ass nigga." He teased harshly as if a pink glow weren't kissing his cheeks. "I'm bein' a bitch huh?" Funny. When he pictured facing Death he always thought he'd be confident and sure. He's anything but.

A long moment of silence. Finally, "I'd give ma life ta save you. Know that, okay?"

"Von..." it was a soft and desperate whisper almost utterly erased by the wind.

"Durk- listen. I'd give ma life. They want me. Not you. I roped you into this sh-"

"Nah. I went willingly you ain't rope shit." Durk shook his head. He was being honest. He was. He didn't want Von to go alone. He had to beg him to go though.

"Wish I woulda." Von mumbled.

The van took a curve, as a result Durk slid over and slammed Von into the metal door. He grunted as he was effectively pinned, sandwiched between bitch and metal. Durk's heart raced at the contact. Unfortunately, he could do little to ease Von's discomfort besides try to shuffle away. Their hands were cuffed in front of their bodies. "Ma fault.. you good?"

"Mhm." Von lied with a nod as searing red hot body veined its way through his entire body. "You good, lil folks. You good."

Sitting in the dark, waiting for death. Lots of things scroll through one's mind. First loves, first crushes, the time you jumped off the porch, first sales, first guns... your homies all resting in the same place you're headed too. Von cranes his head back. The only thought that comforted him and the only thought that pained him worse then death itself; he wasn't dying alone. He was going to most like die at the side of the one person he truly loved and trusted in this world. Unfortunately, said person was probably going to die too if he couldn't think of a way to get Durk off.