Love Me Dead>>Swangs

Chapter 1: Tattoos and Shotguns

Warnings: mild smut, drugs, foul language

"C'mon just lemme see your new tattoo!" Sweet Pea yelled, pulling lightly on Fangs' arm.

"No."

Sweet Pea puffed out his lower lip, made his eyes go all big and drew his eyebrows together.

He was giving him The Puppy Dog Eyes™.

'Why is he so fucking cute," Thought Fangs.

Fangs stared at him for about ten seconds before giving in.

"Fine, promise you won't laugh?" Fangs asked shyly.

"Me? Laugh? Never."

"C'mon Sweets, I'm being serious!" Fangs pouted.

The nickname made Sweet Pea's asshole facade disappear.

Sweet Pea placed a hand on Fangs' shoulder, "Sorry. I promise."

"Thank you," he answered smugly.

Fangs lifted his shirt slightly, revealing his tattoo. A small, purple flower on the right side of his v-line.

"Cute," Sweet Pea said softly, "What type of flower is it?"

"Um, I don't know. It's just some random flower."

Sweet Pea squinted at him, "I don't believe you for a second. You would never get a tattoo unless it had some big meaning or sentimental value." He looked him dead in the eye. "That's just not you."

"The flower. It's um, it's a sweet pea."

The apples of Sweet Pea's cheeks turned as red as cherry tomatoes.

"Oh."

It was silent between the two boys.

"I think I'm just gonna go home, I-" Fangs' voice cracked, and he took a deep breath. "I'll see ya 'round Sweet Pea."

He wanted to tell him not to go, he wanted to tell him that he wanted him to stay. But Sweet Pea knew that if he saw Fangs cry, Fangs would just get even more upset.

TIME SKIP>>>>>>>>>>>>

Fangs received a text at exactly 11:30 from Sweet Pea.

SP🍭💕: I've got a single joint, wanna share it?

Fangs decided to humor himself, and pretended to think about it. Lord knew he couldn't pass up an opportunity to see Sweet Pea, even if it would most likely just upset him.

BiteMe💋: I'll be there in five

Sweet Pea grabbed a blanket and carried it out to his front steps.

He saw Fangs making his way down the street holding a tied plastic bag.

Fangs was wearing Sweet Pea's personal favorite pair of jeans that Fangs owned, a plain white t-shirt and a pair of combat boots.

"Hey little boy, I've got some candy in my house but you have to come in if you want some," Sweet Pea teased and then winked.

Fangs rolled his eyes,"Oh shut up, dumbass."

Sweet Pea chuckled lightly, "Whatcha got in the bag."

"You'll find out later."

He raised an eyebrow in question.

"You'll see," Fangs sat down. "Be patient, hermoso."

"I don't understand Spanish."

"I know that, Sweets."