Frerard Oneshots

No Room

A/N: DD era

Good morning to all you sand dwellers and bends breathers. This is Doctor Death with your first report on Exterminator sightings.

Party Poison leant across the driver's seat of his Trans Am, twisting the volume knob up. The radio casting played louder as Doctor Death listed details over everything he knew about the location of the rubber faced pigs.

"These pungi snakes keep spreading. They're getting closer to Dead Pegasus." Fun Ghoul spoke from the passenger seat, a scowl spreading across his features.

Party glanced sideways at him, removing one hand from the steering wheel and placing it over Ghoul's. "We'll dust 'em all, Ghoul. Eventually, there'll be no Exterminators left and we can joyride without worrying about getting into a clap."

Ghoul raised an eyebrow at the red haired man. "You're unusually optimistic this morning. Why?"

Party was silent for a while, watching the dry landscape fly by as he drove them to the DIE Diner. Him and his gang of Killjoys had been successful in ghosting many Draculoids recently, especially since they were appearing in more and more places. Party knew deep down they'd never be able to dust all of them, but each one gone was another Ritalin Rat that could be saved.

"Because, Fun. We're making a dent in the number of Dracs. New kids show up every week to join us. Right now, the Killjoys are winning." He smiled, something he hadn't done for a while. Even though the realistic fate lingered in the back of his mind, Party wasn't about to let it dim the tiny shimmer of hope that had begun swelling in his chest.

Fun Ghoul on the other hand didn't feel the same glow resonating inside him. He forced himself to smile along with Party, squeezing his hand and choosing not to respond. He couldn't block out the inevitable doom lingering over them, but he wasn't about to bring Party down. 

They soon pulled up to the DIE Diner, not bothering to try and look for the faded yellow lines that once dictated where people parked. The Trans Am's wheels slid to a stop, making dust curl up and coat the car in a thin layer of dirt. Party moved to open his door, but was stopped by Ghoul reaching over and pulling the door shut again.

"Ghoul, the hell are you doing?" Party questioned, curiously watching the other Killjoy.

Ghoul smirked, "Just treating my adenosine like he deserves. Wait here for a moment."

"Ghoul what-." Party was cut off as Ghoul jumped out of his seat and walked around the car to Party's door, pulling it open for him. Color rushed to Party's checks when he realized what Ghoul was doing. He slid out of the driver's seat, shyly putting his head down and unable to stop the grin that spread across his face.

Ghoul shut the car door, smirking as he saw how flustered his boyfriend was. He inched closer to Party, slipping his arms around him and gently pushing their bodies forward until Party was flushed against the Trans Am.

"Where are you, hm baby?" He mumbled huskily, running his hands over Party's torso repeatedly .

Party nuzzled his face into Ghoul's neck, inhaling his scent. The fabric from Ghoul's vest was cool against Party's face, and he relaxed into the embrace.

"You know, I'm supposed to be this badass, the leader of the Killjoys. And you're here turning me into a blushing mess."

Ghoul grinned as he leaned down, coming close to Party's ear. "Party Poison might be the badass leader of the Killjoys..." He breathed, squeezing Party's sides. "But Gerard isn't."

Party sucked in a breath, pulling his head away from Ghoul's neck. It felt weird to hear his real name, since he only went by Party Poison anymore.