Jared Leto/Gerard Way Oneshots

3: Satanic Ritual

Gerard was a little drunk and a bit high but he was having a great time with his friends, who were all just as drunk and high as he was. They were all in Gerard's house, in his bedroom on the floor with shitty little candles arranged in a pentagon. Frank, Gerard's friend, had bought some book on summoning demons and according to him, this was the way to do it.

"Man, are you sure this is legit? Seems like a bunch of bullshit to me." Gerard asked Frank who forced everyone to hold hands in a circle.

"Nah nah dude, trust me. The demon will come." Frank assured Gerard, though he wasn't entirely convinced given the slurring in Frank's voice. But he was too drunk to care.

The group  shut their eyes and recited some dumb Latin phrases, or rather slurred it and giggled afterwards. When they all opened their eyes, they found nothing new, just the dimly lit room from the small flickering candles. The person to Gerard's left (who was a friend of Frank's, Gerard didn't know his name) let go of Gerard's hand and wiped it on his jeans, muttering 'no homo'. Gerard would roll his eyes, but he was slightly disappointed by the absence of the demon.

"Fuck. Well that's it for me, I'm goin' home." Frank announced, blowing out the candles so he wouldn't accidentally knock one over and set fire to Gerard's house. Someone turned the light on and one by one, people left, seeing no point in staying if there weren't any demons around. Besides it was 3 in the morning anyway. Gerard was tired and too lazy to clear up the melted wax on the floor so he left it be, clumsily turning the light off and stumbled into bed, passing out almost immediately.

* * *

Gerard woke up, feeling a pleasant warmth on his back and strong arms around his waist. For a moment, in the fuzzy haze of sleep, he allowed himself to enjoy it. But when he was awake enough, he wondered who the fuck was holding him. Gerard squirmed and wriggled to turn around and found the face of a guy he'd never seen before grinning at him.

"Holy fuck!" Gerard pushed the guy away, scrambling to sit up and fell of the bed in the process. "Ow, motherfucker..."

"That didn't go as I'd hoped." Came the voice from up on the bed and a second later the guy's face appeared over the edge of the bed, peering down at him.

"W-Who the fuck are you?" Gerard stuttered, getting back to his feet and banging his elbow against the wardrobe in the process. "Fuck!"

"Woah, there, calm down, sweet cheeks." The guy sat up, his legs crossed. "I'm that demon you summoned. The name's Jared."

Gerard stared at Jared for a moment in shock because he couldn't tell if he was just a creepy stalker or he was being serious.

"Prove it."

"What, that my name's Jared? You're gonna have to take my word on that, I-"

"No, not that. The...The demon thing."

Jared chuckled, flashing Gerard a smile as he rolled his eyes back, the whites of it going black and Gerard was pretty convinced now and ready to shit himself but Jared didn't stop there. A red glow encompassed Gerard and he felt his feet lift from the ground.

"Okay, I believe you! I believe you!" Gerard panicked, but Jared still didn't let him down. He tried struggling but it was no use, he was lifted over the bed and suddenly dropped down into Jared's lap. Jared's eyes returned to normal and he still had that stupid grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around Gerard again. "This is crazy..."

"You look adorable when you're panicked, I never knew humans could be so cute." Jared tapped Gerard's nose, making him blush. Gerard tried searching for words, just stuttering out nonsense for a while and stared at Jared. Gerard couldn't deny that this demon was fucking hot and he secretly enjoyed the compliments and that cuddling earlier wasn't half bad...