Disclaimer: I don't own Fake, Sanami Matoh-sama does. Welcome to the wonderful world of FanFiction! It's addicting, get used to it.

Warning: Now it really goes without saying for a book about a guy who isn't sure and the Bi man that pursues him restlessly. Besides the main pairing is Drake and JJ so this fic DOES contain SHOUNEN-AI (meaning two guys Kissin' and Cuddlin'!) and possibly YAOI (meaning an explicit sex scene(s) between two guys).

Author's Note: I don't own D-con or Draino. And I still know nothing of New York. The chapter title won't make sense till the end.

This chapter has nothing to do with the band My Chemical Romance, and comes in three parts (excluding my slightly disturbing blurb).

What happen to Drake

Romantic interlude (lime warning)

What happen to the murderer

Happy Reading!

Na

Three Packs a Day: Queer Revelations (that Defy All You Know)

Chapter 8: Chemical Romance

Ah… Poison- that sweet chemical combination, which burns fire through my veins and races through my system. And like a lover to my heights it brings me swiftly to my end, in a chemical romance, I lie still with it- for eternity. You- your touch, your smell burns through my veins and races through my system. And you my lover to my heights you bring me swiftly to my end, in a chemical romance, I lie- still with you for eternity.


Curled up in one of the uncomfortable pale blue chairs, that lined the blinding white hallways. Jemmy J Adams was not given the luxury of drifting by in a dream like state as once more he waited for Drake to be out of surgery. Well he had to admit that perhaps he wasn't in surgery to the extent in which the young detective did not know the procedure for removing poison from ones system.

He could not handle this place of healing anymore, the hospital felt more like a morgue the more JJ went over the evening's events for the hundredth time.

Slowly making it through the book he found every victim except the Abraham's, Emily Gregory, and Ace Pearson. Making it to the front of the book he glanced over the news articles about George Miller and the Diner on the Corner.

The blond head shot up to look at his partner, "JJ!"

"What Drake?" replied the tired lilac haired detective looking at the clock and seeing that it was about one in the morning.

Grey eyes smiled, "Come, and get some coffee with me."

"Drake! You quit remember, if you are going to quit quitting than why do I have to go downstairs with you?"

"You think I am going to quit quitting with that horrible mucky water?" Drake asked throwing JJ's jacket at him, he put his own on and then picked up the book he was previously flipping through, "besides we have to return this book."

Confused and perturbed, the lilac haired detective wrapped his coat around his lithe form as he sat next to his partner in the cold cop car. He vaguely noted that they drove by Dee and Ryo's apartment building and that the small duplex next door was completely vacant.

"JJ let me see your cell phone," Drake held out his right hand without taking his eyes off the road.

Begrudgingly JJ handed over the small unit, "Drake-senpai what are we really doing?"

The blond remained silent as he fiddled with his partner's cell phone. Holding out the small phone, in a haunting voice that reeked of forthcoming danger he said, "Do not, JJ do not touch a button on the phone. Keep the phone out of sight at all times press the send button only, only, after I touch our waitress. Understand JJ?"

"Yes I understand what you want me to do, but not why!"

"I'll explain later, just do this for me, please?"

The young detective nodded his head as the car pulled into a parking lot. Parking in the far dark corner of the lot, Drake turned off the engine and took a large calming breath. For a moment no one moved, blue eyes scanned his partner's form worried he was about to speak when the elder grabbed the book from the back seat and got out of the car.

Walking into the Diner on the Corner, the first thing they noticed was that Lindsey was the only waitress working that night. Walking up to the counter Drake smiled, "Hello Ms. Abraham, working by yourself this evening?"

The bleach blond turned around and smiled, "Detectives! What can I do for you? And yes, you see Lydi was given a month off for trauma."

"I'm sorry to hear that, about your co-worker. We are actually here to return 'The Coffee Lover's Book', and I was also wondering if I could get a cup of coffee black," replied the elder detective.

"Sure thing detective, could I get you anything else? Or how about you Detective…"

"Adams" provided JJ.

Lindsey smiled, "Could I get you anything Detective Adams? Coffee?"

Blue eyes replied, "I don't drink coffee," the waitress frowned, "often, but I'm fine tonight. I'll just look at the menu."

"That sounds good," said Drake, "I'll have the coffee and I'll look at the menu too."

Handing the men each a menu, the waitress smiled, "Sit wherever you like. I'm just going to place this in the office, than I'll be right over with that coffee."

"Thanks," replied the detectives as they took the menus and chose a seat near the back where JJ spoke with Jason that morning they first met.

They sat in silence for a few moments, eyes scanning the menu. Blue eyes finally looked up trying to catch the grey eyes that were currently reading the menu, "Drake what are we really doing here?"

The blond seemed to not hear his partner, "Look, Jemmy they have Belgium Waffles."

A white coffee cup and saucer were placed on the table in front of Drake. Said man leaned back and held his menu to the waitress, "Ah! I think I'll have the Belgium Waffles with strawberries," Drake slowly lifted his mug to his lips, a slow smirk graced Lindsey's lips before she turned her attention to JJ, before Drake took a sip he put the mug down, "here you have a hair on your uniform."

Drake picked the hair off Lindsey Nicole's uniform and smoothed out her collar. JJ's eyes widened and a odd sense of panic filled him as beneath the table a sweaty finger pressed the green send button on the cell phone.

There was a shrill ring and the blond cursed looking at the message on his cell phone. Cursing under his breath he dug out his wallet and placed a couple dollars on the table. Standing up he said, "JJ we got to go now. Sorry Ms. Abraham, but cancel those waffles." Before anyone could reply; Drake tipped back his coffee drinking it all before he dashed out the door to his car, JJ on his heels.

Swiftly making it back to the car the blond hurriedly unlocked the car and leaned over the drivers seat reaching for the glove box, "JJ I apologize ahead of time, but I need you to put on some latex gloves and get out a sample cup, and a sample tube."

Doing as he was told JJ came back to the front of the car the containers in hand. Having retrieved a sharpie form the glove compartment, Drake quickly wrote, 'DNA- Hair- Abraham, Lindsey Nicole - LP- Dec 26- 02:00,' on the tube before placing a hair inside and sealing the tube, he handed it back to JJ. On the cup he wrote, 'TOX- SC- Parker, Drake- V- Dec 26- 02:00.'

(A/N: 'DNA- Hair- Abraham, Lindsey Nicole - LP- Dec 26- 02:00,'

Translates to: Sample for: DNA- sample is: Hair- from: Abraham, Lindsey Nicole- collection method: Left in public- Date: December 26- Time: 02:00 (2:00am)

'TOX- SC- Parker, Drake- V- Dec 26- 02:00.'

Translates to: Sample for: Tox (chemical analysis)- sample is: stomach content- from: Parker, Drake - collection method: Volunteered- Date: December 26- Time: 02:00 (2:00am).).

"Hold out this cup JJ, and I am sorry," said Drake handing the cup over to his partner and recapping the sharpie. See that Adams had done as asked the blond leaned over the cup and closing his eyes he shoved the sharpie down his throat. With a horrible retching noise grey eyes threw up murky brown liquid onto the cup, fill about a fourth of the cup and coating the gloved fingers with stomach acid and coffee. Turning away the elder man continued to force his body to regurgitate until he was dry heaving.

Worry raked the silvery-blue haired detective as he watched his partner and covered the sample of stomach content. Drake weakly sat down in the passenger seat and waited for his partner to finish securing the samples.

"Take a right out of the parking lot," said the blond when his ever confused partner got into the car. Once they were a couple blocks away grey eyes turned on the driver, "JJ you have got to get me to the emergency room now! Use the lights, just get me there now. And when you drop me off rush those over to the lab."

The sirens sounded and blue flashed as JJ made a straight shot for the hospital. Once he dropped Drake off by the emergency room doors he paged the lab techs with a simple message of urgent. Once the two samples were at the lab JJ rushed back to the hospital to wait.

A tall man wearing scrubs and a doctor's jacket over it, with grey hair touched the shoulder of the lithe lilac haired man that had his head buried in his knees. Blue eyes shot up red and puffy looking into the familiar face of the doctor, "Don't worry your partner is fine he threw up the poison on his own, his blood test came back negative for, brodificoum, warfarin, and bromadiolone. He will be out in a moment, should I call you two a ride?" all the young detective could do was nod and watch the doctor walk away.

It was not long until the trembling, confused figure heard a familiar voice, "Hey JJ I'm sorry let me explain. There was an article in that coffee lover's book stating that Lindsey was the grandchild of George and Emma Miller. And when I read that everything clicked; the sugar jar in the film really had the poison in it, the genetic trait that made the hair sample XY when Lindsey looked XX."

"So she is a hermaphrodite?" asked the dragonfly looking at his partner.

Drake shook his head, "No, she gave up her DNA too easily, when we asked for a swab. No I believe that she is a chimera, a person with two different sets of DNA in her body."

"I have never heard of such a thing."

"Well, you should thank your mother, she saw it in a CSI episode, and told me about it when she called before Christmas. I remembered this when I realized that nothing we found on Lindsey never stated a specific gender."

The two detectives sat in there and waited for their ride, and it came in the form of a frantic black haired man and his blond lover. Onyx eyes scanned the two tired detectives, "What happened? Are you two all right we got a call from Dr. Berry saying that we needed to pick you two up."

"I drank some coffee, courtesy of the Coffee Killer," replied Drake standing up and helping the lithe form beside him stand as well.

"Shit," replied Dee, "well let's get you two home." It was after six in the morning when the two detectives arrived at the apartment, after brushing their teeth and stripping to their underwear they fell into bed and slept upon impact with the pillow.


Afternoon sun shone through the slits in the blinds rousing the blond. After failing to remove the sun from his eyes, the grey orbs opened and the man slipped out from under his partner. Looking down at his partner a smile formed, his dragonfly was cute when he was sleeping. 'No' Drake told himself, JJ was cute all the time and not just that but handsome, and sexy (regardless of this realization coming from the cliché towel scene).

Brushing silky lilac hair away from the closed eyes, Drake leaned down and hesitantly pressed his lips softly to the man's below him. He pulled back a bit wishing for the blue eyes to open. There was so much to tell, so much he wanted to experience and he wanted that to all start that nanosecond.

Flitting his fingers over the soft skin of his partner grey eyes marveled, at the sheer pleasurable calm that this simple act bestowed in him. Then from delicate lips came a throaty moan, Drake immediately pulled his hand back grey eyes wide as he looked at the figure that was now waking up.

Blue eyes fluttered open blinking a few times in the light before focusing on the large grey eyes above him, "Drake?"

There was a pregnant pause as the eyes of one tried to read the other. Neither man finding definite or clear answers seemed to frown. It was that frown, that innocent pout of delicate lips gave courage to the blond. Once more he descended on those lips pausing for a brief second a breath away from his partner's lips. Pressing their lips together, the elder man waited for the younger man to decide, the next move.

Lifting his head from the pillow to press back into the kiss, the lithe form felt the men roll so that the lilac haired man was on top. It had been a move that Drake had done with females often, expecting to be leading although he was under the other figure. So it came as a surprise to him when the tongue flicked over his lips and than the teeth that nibbled his lower lip. With a gasp, Drake was led through a gentle yet arousing kiss.

The blond was not a stranger to a dominate partner, or a partner that occasionally took the lead, and always he preferred the later. He preferred for him to be in control of the situation, except on rare occasions, when his partner was in control. This was an occasion the beginning of the relationship where he would make clear his dominance.

With a breathy moan the blond moved away, his chest heaving and heart was beating rapidly. Suddenly those lips, which had so skillfully danced across his; had led the waltz, were now on his neck. Moaning louder each time the pressure of the nibbles on his pulse point increased, Drake decided to forget all he thought he knew. To simply no longer think for this was heaven, and it continued the get better.

Lithe fingers brushed over creamy skin circling a pink nipple, before the mouth slowly followed in the path of the fingers. When the first tongue flick met one nipple as the other was being rolled between two fingers; there was a gasp, fingers dug almost painfully into the silvery-blue tresses, and Drake's back arched up slightly.

The free hand smoothed over fluttering stomach muscles, and finger tips ran slow circles over an extruding hip bone. Receiving a loud moan from the man below him JJ moved the hand to cup the growing erection through the cotton boxers, fingers slipping through the folds to brush the growing flesh.

The hands that were once forcing the body above to not stop were now pushing the man away by his shoulders. "JJ stop," came the breathy plea, removing his hand blue eyes met grey, "I… I… just…"

Placing a digit on those stuttering lips Jemmy smiled and whispered against them, "Don't worry about it, I understand, I won't remove your boxers, I won't even bring my hands below your waist, okay?"

The second the blond nodded, his partner's lips were on his. Repositioning himself between the blond's legs, JJ could feel the elder man freeze beneath him, breaking the kiss. Grinding his hips down so that their arousals met together, loud moans came from both men. Drake's protests left his mind as pleasure was shot through his body.

Latching once more onto Drake's neck, the lithe form rocked his hips slowly against his partner's. When the blond arched again, tipping his head back leaving his neck open, JJ slipped one arm underneath the man as the other tweaked a nipple. Arching more the younger man held the body in that arched form flush against him.

Keeping the slow pace of his rocking, JJ continued to lavish attention upon neck and chest. When the hips below him moved in contrast, the blue-eyed man slipped the arm from beneath the man, and ground his hips harder down upon his partner's own.

Pulling away form the neck the silvery-blue haired man let out a low moan, increasing the pace of the friction between their lower bodies. Happy when the blond also increased his movements, leaning down he captured the swollen lips swallowing another moan.

Nibbling on Drake's bottom lip for a moment before JJ plunged his tongue into the warm cavern. Blue eyes smiled when he felt Drake trying to increase the pace of their hips. He knew that both their bodies were tired and that neither of them would last much longer.

Pulling at the blonds lower back, JJ brought them together harder and faster, the friction seemed to buzz up through their bodies and it wasn't long until Drake released in a gasping silent scream. Continuing the friction between their lower bodies, JJ prolonged the pleasure of his partner's release and brought on his own in a loud moan.

Resting his head atop Drake's chest, JJ wrapped his arms under his partner's arms and up to hold his shoulders close. The two caught their breath as they reveled in their after glow. After a moment JJ slowly rose off of Drake and the bed. Smiling down at the blond, he leaned over and kissed the red lips. Walking to his dresser the younger detective pulled out a pair of fresh boxers. Stripping; JJ cleaned himself before putting on the fresh pair of underwear.

Throwing Drake a pair of his own boxers, he let the other man lazily clean up and redress, before he climbed back into the bed and cuddled his lover. The blond's arms tightened around the man beside him as he mumbled, "My Dragonfly."

Rising slightly to look into the half lidded grey eyes JJ questioned, "Dragonfly?"

"Yes, your silvery-blue hair and, blue eyes reminded me of those small blue dragonflies, like on the tie I got you for Christmas."

JJ was about to answer when there was a knock on the door, "Hey, I know you two must be tired but the precinct called a few hours ago around noon, to say that in light of the evidence you two recently brought in a Ms. Abraham was arrested and brought in for questioning, but she refuses to speech with anyone but you two. When I said you were asleep, they said to tell you when you woke up."


Stepping into the small bare room that contained a table and three chairs, the detectives took their seats placing folders and a recorder upon the table and looking into the green eyes of Lindsey Nicole Abraham.

"So that hair you so kindly brushed off my uniform this morning was used for the DNA against me?" replied the bleach blond.

Drake smiled, "Well actually the lab results on that hair came back inconclusive since the hair did not include the root."

"Than why am I here?" exclaimed Lindsey!

"Well for starters, the hair of our male suspect's DNA is quite remarkably similar to your own DNA from the swab you gave us. It is obvious that our killer is your twin brother. But the similarities in the estrogen levels leads us to believe that your twin brother and you are the same person," replied JJ.

"Not to mention that the amount of rat poison found in my system was enough to kill me before the week grace period. That must have been strong coffee that you brewed," added the elder detective.

Lindsey cursed and than smirked, "So than explain to me how this all fits together."

"One egg and two sperm one 'X' the other 'Y'. The fertilized egg should have split in two, you and your brother, but there was only one baby a chimera, you."

"A chimera: a single animal organism with genetically distinct cells from two different zygotes."

"I see you have done some research detectives," laughed the woman.

"Wikipedia is a fast source if you want to see if your theory is plausible," replied Drake.

Lindsey smirked, "So how many people have I killed if this is all true?"

"Ten," drawled Jemmy.

Taking a moment where it was blatantly obvious that she was doing a mental count Ms. Abraham contradicted, "Your count is off by at least two, although either way more people will die. Even if it is on the news tonight more people will die before they get a blood transfusion."

Picking up the small tape recorder that was on the table and holding it closer to the green-eyed woman Drake asked, "Is that a confession?"

"Yes," at the surprised looks she received she smiled, "It doesn't matter now; years after I've been in jail you'll find bodies that had illnesses brought upon them because of the poison, my poison in their system."

"One more question, Ms. Abraham-" Detective Adams began.

Lindsey Nicole cut him off, "I was born as what looked like a beautiful baby girl, but when the blood test stated that I was male they assumed that I was a hermaphrodite. Further test proved that I was my own genetic anomaly, a chimera, but even in that I was rare for I was both sexes. So I was named Lindsey Nicole gender-neutral names. And I was put on estrogen pills for the rest of my life for my unstable body.

"My parents didn't want me and my step-grandfather George Miller who married my widowed grandmother, said he would take me. Granny Emma who hated rats bought stores of D-con. Once she said I should eat the rat poison because I was like a rat only good for science experiments. And Grandpa when I was five when he made me drink black coffee; I hated the bitter taste so he added cream and sugar. When I still didn't like it he would wait a year or two and try again.

"So I killed them with their loves rat poison and coffee. Grandma I killed years before Grandpa, I bet those were two names not on your list. A few years later when no one seemed to figure out that my grandparents were murdered. I decided to make it a science. After the tragic death of my fiancé, which I actually had very little to do with, I went home to mommy and daddy depressed. After their bodies weren't found immediately, well I suppose you know the rest."

"You could not have kept all that poison in that little container that you had in the Diner. So where were you keeping it?" asked the blond.

Laughter filled the room and the bleach blond smirked, a gleam in her viridian pools, "You saw where I hid it when you searched my apartment. I know you did the container was left opened, when you left."

"The Draino," JJ looked at the woman shocked and confused, "But why are you telling us all of this?"

A pregnant pause filled the room, than Drake whispered, "It was Ace Pearson the sixteen-year-old you murdered. You couldn't handle actually seeing someone die in front of your very eyes could you? He is the only guilt you feel, finding the bodies you could handle, putting them in freezers was fine, but not their last breath. And than Jason Marcson's heart wrenching sobs probably magnified that guilt."

For the first time the shine in those murderous green eyes dimmed, and the smirk fell, as did her head to her chest. There was no defense in her case she had confessed to murder one, and she received multiple life sentences. But her words had rung true and even after months of radio and television broadcasts nationwide. People still ended up dying, including a couple from Europe that had visited New York for only a week.

It was a gripping tragedy a murderer killing from prison. Lindsey Nicole Abraham was brought back to trail for the new deaths, this time the death penalty was issued. And she laughed before the lethal injection, "I killed by poison racing through veins and I'll die the same. My chemical romance."

Author's Note: This is not the last chappie.

Murder one (murder 1st degree) is premeditated murder with an oddity (ex: poison, drawn out deaths, or mass murder)

Life sentence in prison is only 30 years (the highest I have heard of is 7 (210 years))

You can not be tried twice for the same murder, but once new victims are found that is a whole other person to be tried for.

So was it good or bad give me your opinion please, either way one thinks is fine, Merci!

Na