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Fun Ghoul was in the diner, sitting in a booth with his feet kicked up on the table, flipping through a mag a few months too old. He was so bored that it was distracting, and the singing coming from outside was even more so.
With a tired groan, he stood up and tossed the magazine on the table, landing with a smack. He didn’t realize he was smiling until he passed a mirror in the kitchen on his way to the back of the building. He wiped the smile off and opened the door.
The caroling instantly grew in volume as Ghoul went outside and took a few steps to the dumpster against the wall. He pushed himself up onto it, making it rattle, loud and deep and hollow under his weight, making the singing halt. He only had to step onto the plastic crate atop the dumpster lid, and then he could place his hands on the roof and swing his leg up, heaving himself up again.
There was Party Poison, lounging on their back with a knee bent and the other leg propped on it. They were smoking a cigarette and wearing a stained pink tank top and short workout shorts. Their cherry red hair almost matched the sanguine mountains.
“I know you're there,” they said, not turning around.
Ghoul smirked dryly and allowed himself the rest of the way onto the edge of the roof with a huff. He hadn’t been exercising much lately. “One of these days I’ma surprise ya,” he said as he crawled over to sit beside Poison. He leaned back on his hands, the grit of the roof digging into his palms. “Why’d ya stop singin’?” He asked as he reached out and started fiddling with a chunk of their red hair.
“I’m shy.”
Ghoul blew a raspberry. “Liar.”
Poison tapped the ash and didn’t say anything.
"You've been singin’ more lately. I like it. Ya sound really good."
“Thanks, sugar.”
Ghoul let go their hair, taking a deep breath before this next part. “Was thinkin' we should move out soon. Zone 6’s gettin' hot. Dracs’ve been sniffin' around 5 and I heard there was a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W or two." He traced thoughtless patterns on the hot roof with his finger, avoiding looking at Poison.
“I thought so,” they said disdainfully, their focus seemingly to be on the mountains.
"Yeah. Pigs don't know when to quit," he moved his legs into criss cross position and leaned on his elbow, watching Poison. A cigarette hung loose between their lips, forgotten, so Ghoul plucked it from their mouth and took a long drag for himself.
Poison didn’t react to any of it. They seemed paralyzed in thought. Ghoul didn’t only notice, but he felt their energy. They were carrying a burden and whatever it was, it was heavy on Ghoul. He furrowed his brow and tucked the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, reaching out to gently grab Poison’s chin, turning their face towards him. They looked at him, pouting a little. Their thick eyebrows tilted up, their mouth shaped weird.
Ghoul knew that look. He leaned in, keeping his voice low, meant to soothe. "Hey... hey, come here."
Poison scooted in reluctantly. He wrapped his arms around them, pulling them to his chest. "We'll figure somethin' out, yeah? We always do." He kissed their head before pulling back to look at them again. He could never get enough.
Poison stared over his shoulder, far away. Ghoul followed their gaze, seeing nothing but the vast desert and rock. And when he looked back at Poison, he only saw the most beautiful thing, more beautiful than any mountain. He felt helpless sometimes because he couldn’t give them stability. "Pois."
Their eyes flicked to him as if they snapped out of a trance. “Hm?” Their voice was high.
“Hey," Ghoul said, cupping their whole face in one hand. "Ya with me now? Ya lookin' at me?"
“I’m lookin'.”
"Good," he said. "Cause I hate it when ya zone out like that.” He offered the cigarette to them. “Want it back?"
“Pass.”
His stomach turned over, his arm hovering. He stared at them for what felt like minutes before stubbing the cigarette out on the roof and letting go. "I’m growing gray hair over here, Pois. What's goin' on?"
“I...” they looked down and Ghoul could see Poison’s throat work as they swallowed a couple times. “I miss them so much.”
His heart sank. He should have expected that. But he hadn’t. He and Poison talked about them like they were still there, just off doing their own thing. "Yeah?" His voice came out weak.
“Don’t you?” Poison asked dully.
He looked away for a moment, swallowing hard. "Yeah," he confessed, screwing his face up because he thought about it all the time and saying it out loud felt like a physical blow. "I do. Every fucking day."
“Ever think we'll end up like ‘em?”
He’d be lying if he said he didn't think about it. Taking out Dracs was a walk in the park, but he often thought that if they ran into even one S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W, they were toast.
"No," he said. Even though it was a possibility, he didn’t think it was entirely bound to happen.
Poison stared at him. They didn’t seem to believe him, not fully at least. Even he didn’t believe himself completely. But he’d be damned if he let Poison think they would end up dusted in the desert.
"Listen to me.”
Poison finally looked in his eyes, hazel and gloomy and stupefying.
Ghoul felt like his own gaze was intense, probably desperate-looking. "We—we won’t end up like ‘em. We're fuckin' survivors. We've made it this long, haven't we?"
They nodded with stern reluctance.
"And even if…" He stopped himself abruptly, shaking his head. "No. Fuck that. I'm not gonna lie to ya, Pois. It's a shitshow out here. But we're smart. And careful. And we've got each other. Okay?"
“Okay.”
He let out a shaky breath, relieved that Poison was accepting his words. Or they could’ve been agreeing so he’d shut up. With the arm around their shoulders, he pulled them into a tight hug, resting his forehead on the side of their head. "We're okay. Just… fuck, don't think like that, okay?"
Poison sighed, shuddering as the desert cooled down upon the sun setting. “I’m trying not to.”
Ghoul knew they were trying. He also knew that sometimes trying wasn’t enough out here. He moved back slightly so he could look at their face again. "I mean it, Pois."
“I know ya do.”
His eyes searched Poison’s, looking for something that might tell him they weren't listening, that they weren't gonna let themself fall into that dark place again. "I don't want ya thinkin' like that okay?"
“Alright.”
He knew he was being repetitive but he didn’t care. His hands moved up to their face again, cupping their cheeks. "I'd burn this whole desert down before I let anything happen to you. You're all I got,” his voice cracked. “You're my everything. And I would die trying to keep you safe."
Before he could understand, Poison was kissing him. He kissed them back with equal desperation, his hands sliding from their jaw into their hair, gripping fistfuls of red. It was messy and open-mouthed, teeth crashing, tongues fighting. He could taste the cigarettes in Poison's mouth. They sighed, sharing their breath and leaned in like they were trying to crawl inside him.
Ghoul made a broken sound against their lips, something between a groan and a sob. He pulled them closer, like he was trying to merge the two of them into one. "Pois,” he gasped when they broke apart.
“What?”
Ghoul’s throat closed up, the spots behind his eyes burning and watering. "I love you," he choked out. "I love you so much it hurts." He hid his face in their neck, taking a shuddering breath.
Poison kissed his head, touching his hair reassuringly. “I love you.”
Ghoul leaned against them completely, his body going lax as he held onto them. He had never really been good with words, but fuck, he was mad about Poison. He worshipped the ground they walked on.
“Kiss me,” Poison said.
He snapped his head up and kissed them with a hunger that collapsed into desperation. His lips crashed with their’s, his tongue invading their mouth. He poured every single fucked up feeling he couldn’t describe into it.
Poison moved into his lap, straddling him. Their tongue pushed in his mouth as far as it could. Ghouls hands were everywhere. Their hair, face, their neck, digging into their skin where the armholes of their tank top sagged. The kiss turned almost violent in its neediness. He bit down on Poison’s tongue and they whined like a pained dog. He groaned, his bite relaxing into soothing licks. He pulled back just enough to nip at their bottom lip before diving back in. Poison pulled his hair hard and he knew it was punishment for biting them. He moaned. He loved when they got rough with him. It made him feel alive and not like a fucking zombie.
"Fuck," he said hotly.
“I want you.”
He wanted them too. He needed them. He wanted to bury himself inside them until there was no Ghoul and Poison, just a single being glued together by all of their essence. "Ya got me.”
“No,” Poison whined and tugged at the collar of his shirt, their cheek pressed on his, looking into his eye that was so close that it was blurry. “I want you inside...”
"Inside what?" He asked, even though he knew the answer.
“Inside me, fuck! You're not stupid.”
Ghoul took in their surroundings again, because he had forgotten that they were on a roof in the heat of the moment. "Here?”
“Yes,” said Poison, already holding his face and kissing him once again.
He kissed back fiercely, his hands slipping beneath Poison’s top and squeezing their stomach and chest. "Off," he demanded when his fingers brushed the top of their shorts.
Poison pulled the waistbands of their shorts and boxers down, lifted one leg out of the leg holes, the other pieces of clothing staying around his thigh. They were already hard for him. The second their cock was free, Ghoul wrapped his hand around them, squeezing gently. They gasped but didn’t look away from him, like they wanted to know his next move.
"Look at you," Ghoul muttered as he rubbed his thumb over their weeping tip. He kissed their neck and pressed his finger down on the slit, coaxing more precum out. When he had enough, he spread it down their length and started to jerk them off. “You’re so pretty.”
He saw their lips curve up into a tiny smile before they said, “Need you.”
"You’re so impatient," he teased, even as he let go of their dick to undo his belt and pop the button. When his jeans were open, he pulled his cock out, stroking himself a few times and groaning. "There we go."
His jeans were still on his thighs, shirt still on. Poison's excuse of a shirt was on and their shorts were still dangling from a leg. That's how desperate they were. Poison linked their arms around his neck. “Finger me.”
Ghoul didn’t need to be told twice. He’d do whatever Poison asked of him. He'd walk to the ends of the earth, straight into BL/ind HQ if they told him to, even if there was no reward at the end. He put two fingers into his own mouth, sucking on them, getting them wet with saliva. Poison didn’t look away once. Their face was pinkish orange from the light of the setting sun, and they were glowing. When Ghoul’s fingers were slick enough, he reached down between Poison’s legs, brushing against their entrance. He circled the pad of his index finger flat against their hole before pushing in.
Poisons hid their face in his neck, kissing the skin and gasping against it. When a finger pressed deeper inside them, they clenched down. Ghoul added another, working to stretch them out for him.
“Good baby," he cooed, "So tight. You’re gonna feel so perfect for me. I can’t wait to be inside you."
Poison keened against his ear and Ghoul’s cock throbbed. The sounds they made when he did something right got him beyond turned on. He curled his fingers upwards to brush their prostate.
“Just like that,” Poison encouraged, rocking their hips, grinding themself down on his fingers. They were practically purring now. A third finger went in, and they whimpered.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Ghoul reassured. “Want me to stop?”
"No, don’t,” Poison said quickly.
So Ghoul kept scissoring his fingers, hips thrusting up into the air against nothing like a fucking idiot. He wanted to be inside them so badly it hurt. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed their thighs, pulling them higher on his lap. Poison spat on his cock. It dripped down the length.
“We have lube. Ya sure ya don’t wanna do this inside?” Ghoul checked.
“I can’t wait.”
Ghoul couldn’t agree more. He wrapped a hand around himself and smeared Poison’s saliva over it. “Up,” he said, and Poison lifted their knees so Ghoul could line himself up. He was already pushing inside, slowly, excruciatingly.
“Oh fuck, Ghoul.”
His hands gripped their thighs as he bottomed out, a whine tearing from his throat. He paused, letting them adjust.
“C’mon, Pois,” he seethed.
They started to jerk their hips back and forth, struggling given that the roof was flat and had no leeway like a mattress did. Ghoul leaned back on his hands behind him and used this leverage to lift his hips. Poison moaned hollowly, gripping his shoulders. His breath came in ragged gasps with the effort of jerking his hips and the pleasure. Poison was so tight and sweet.
“My fucking knees,” they complained. When Ghoul looked down, he saw Poison’s knees were digging into the hard roof.
"Shit," he hissed, grabbing their hips and lifting them off his lap. "Here.”
He flipped them around so Poison was on their back on the roof, getting between their thighs. They wrapped their legs around his waist.
"Better?" he panted out, already starting to move again.
“Uh-huh.”
Now his knees were digging into the roof, but he didn't care. If showing Poison how much he loved them was going to be hurt then he would endure it. He wanted to. He felt that he deserved pain. He got them at an angle that got their prostrate dead-on. Every thrust dragged pleasured noises from Poison, their hands gripping the flesh of his sides desperately. He knew bruises in the form of their fingertips would grow and he couldn’t wait to see them later on.
His hips moved faster and harder now that he knew Poison was okay with the position. He leaned down to kiss them messily, swallowing their cries as he surged into them desperately.
He pulled out almost all the way before snapping his hips back inside, hard and sudden. "Like that?"
Poison sobbed, nodding feverishly. “I love you.”
Ghoul’s heart lurched, his movements becoming erratic and urgent. He leaned down to kiss them again, pouring all his love into it as he fucked into them with everything he had. "I love you," he whispered, "so fucking much."
Poison was squirming beneath him, which turned him on even more. He started to move even faster, his knees aching, but he didn’t care, he was so close. Sounds of flesh filled the night air when their skin met. He tore his mouth away from Poison’s to whine in their neck.
“I’m gonna cum,” they warned.
Ghoul shoved his hand down between them to wrap around Poison’s cock again, stroking them fast. Their abundant precum made his hand glide. "Do it for me," he growled.
“Ghoulie, fuck.”
Poison came, their dick pulsing in his hand, their insides squeezing him and it was so fucking beautiful. It was enough to push him over the edge, too; he faltered, his hips stilling and came with a shaky moan. “Poison,” he groaned.
They clawed at him, their thighs locked around his hips. He held onto them tightly as he rode it out, his body vibrating under the intensity, his throat releasing unrecognizable noises, like a wolf growling.
He turned his head and kissed their neck softly now that he was finished, trying to calm the pair of them down. "I got ya," he whispered, "I’m here."
Poison was pliant, breathing heavily, fucked out. Ghoul didn’t pull out yet. Even the thought of it was painful. They fit so nicely. He kissed Poison’s jaw, their cheek, their forehead. "You okay?" he asked, his voice going soft and careful in the way he only used for Poison.
Poison nodded. “I’m okay.”
For a while, neither of them said anything. They just lie there together under the darkening sky, heartbeats slowing. "We should probably get off this roof," he said.
“Uh-huh.”
He slowly pulled out, wincing at the oversensitivity. He watched as Poison pulled their boxers and shorts back on. He looked away and pulled his own underwear and jeans back up. In the corner of his eye, he saw Poison stand up, wobbly. He was suddenly concerned again. Did he take it too far? Was he too rough?
"Hey... are you sore?"
“I can't tell yet, Ghoulie.”
"Let me see if I hurt ya anywhere," he insisted. "Turn around?"
“I’m fine, Doctor,” Poison shoved him away. “Ya didn’t hurt me, but I feel my knees bruising.”
“Mine too. Can we never have sex up here again, please?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "Can ya at least let me carry you though? Your legs look shaky."
“I’m a big girl, I don’t need ya to fuckin’ carry me.”
"I know," he said. The sky had gotten darker, orange lining the horizon while the rest was navy. After a moment, he spoke again, quieter. “…Ya really meant what ya said, right? About loving me?"
“With everything I got.” They said simply.
Their eyes looked so big. Before Ghoul could stop himself, he leaned in and captured their lips in a softer kiss. It was completely different from earlier— this was pure infatuation, pure love. Poison kissed him back with equal purity. He deepened it slightly, his hand sliding from their cheek to the back of their neck.
When he finally pulled back, it was only by an inch, his forehead resting against theirs as he caught his breath. "Come on," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
Poison stood up and Ghoul let them lower themselves onto the crate on the dumpster, then followed them down. Once they were inside, he shut the door, locking it for the night. He turned to find them standing there, already looking at him with those pretty eyes. "Come here," he said softly, opening his arms for them.
Poison went to him immediately, stumbling into him. He wrapped his arms around them tightly, holding them close as he buried his face in the crook of their neck. They smelled sweaty. He just stood there for a long moment, basking in their presence, their warmth. After a while, he started to walk them both to his room without letting go. "Let's get some sleep, yeah?"
“Mhm.”
He lay Poison down on the bed first before climbing in after them. He pulled the blankets over the two of them and spooned their back, slinging his arm over their waist. He pressed a kiss to the back of their neck before settling in, his face against their hair. Poison held onto his arms around them.
“I’m crazy about you, Party Poison.”