M.j's place, thank you! Cerucci, aw, thank you. I don't know about wrong, but I kinda get a kick out of it too. I'm messed up myself. takers dark lover, he probably is. But he's a nurse & is pretty used to being ran ragged. animelvr23, I do as well. Poor guy. LadyDragonsblood, I'm not much of a fan, I don't really hate her anymore, I can tolerate her. Damn kid's movies, but I love them. They're a not-so-guilty pleasure. Thank you, sweetie.
The Darkest Corners;
Chapter eight/ 'In Time'
Rated; M/ L (mpreg)
The redhead held his hands over his eyes, his nose crinkled up and teeth bared in this grin that kind of made him look like an adorable mole- or that's what the other male thought as he lightly grabbed the redhead's wrists and pulled his hands down. He giggled as Heath gasped and made a surprised face. "I see you."
Gerard stared up at him, biting on his lip as they curled into a grin. Aunty Heath had been practicing peek-a-boo with him for his own baby. "Swilly fox.. I knowed you was there."
Heath tapped him on the nose. "Know. Not knowed." He rubbed his nose against Gerard's.
Adam met Chris in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a snack as he came in. "Hey, how was work?"
"It was work. How was your day?" Chris dropped tiredly into a kitchen chair, grateful for the snack.
"Lazy. But I've been babysitting two today." Adam held up two fingers and wiggled them.
"Oh? Where are they?"
"In Gerard's room. Heath's been trying to teach him math and now they're playing peek-a-boo. Gee's humoring him."
Heath had waddled into the living room, Gerard on his heels. "I think Daddy's gonna leave me here."
"Glad we have a spare room." Chris took a sip of the coffee and made a face. "Is this our usual brand?"
"No. It might need more warming. Here." He took the mug to the microwave. "I didn't tell you, but Brooks came by yesterday. He said he wanted to see Gerard."
Chris shrugged. "So..? If you don't want him here, kick him out." He knew Punk could be annoying.
"It's not that. And I tried. He's a persistent little shit. I'm.. I don't know if it's good for Gerard to be around him. I trusted Phil to watch him while I showered.. and when I came back in, he was tickling him." Adam sat the mug back down.
Chris smiled. "Ooh, tickling.. that sinister fiend, how dare he.."
Adam lightly slapped his shoulder. "Don't make fun of me. He was between his legs.. I think he made him uncomfortable. He made me uncomfortable. I guess I could've been overreacting. He came by today with some girl and they were pretty behaved. Except his usual snarkiness."
"Well, see.." Chris pulled the blonde down into his lap. "It was a misunderstanding.. You worry too much." He raked his hair aside and kissed him.
"OooOooh.." Heath giggled from the living room.
"Shuddup." Adam huffed playfully.
"Kissy kissy kissy kiss- oh, oww.." Heath uttered a giggled whine. "Ow ow.. baby.. bladder.. pee.. help.. m'stuck.." Another whine. Gerard was giggling now. "Oh, you think it's funny. Please don't poke my belly. Adam..?" He pouted.
Adam and Chris had both dissolved into a fit of giggles, foreheads pressed against each others. Adam stole a kiss. "I'm gonna go help the little fox." He got up and headed to the living room.
Heath reached out for him, eyes desperate. "I'm about to ruin your couch, dude.. seriously!"
Adam snorted and grabbed Heath's hands, helping to pull him up off the couch so he could shuffle thankfully to the bathroom.
Gerard shook his head. "I couldn't lift him, he too big."
"Oh, don't let him hear you say that." Adam giggled.
Chris wandered in. "He just means he's stacked. And pregnant. He's peeing for two." He flopped down on the couch, pulling Gerard up into his lap. "C'mere. Hi there."
"Hi." Gerard smiled sweetly, hand going right up to nibble on his fingers.
Chris took his hand down and looked at it. "Hey, don't do that. Look, you got little teeth prints in your fingers. Do we need to get you something to chew on?"
"Phil once told me it was a nervous habit.. just a habit he kept, I guess." Adam said, absently running fingers through his hair.
Chris hummed. "What if we get you some gum?"
"No. No no no. Tried that once. Uh-uh." Adam shook his head and shuddered.
"Pffftt.. Mama doesn't trust you with gum." Chris raked Gerard's hair away from his eyes and kissed his forehead. "Are you messy? Huh?"
Gerard shook his head and simply said "Nope," got down and scampered to his room.
Heath emerged from the bathroom, looking happier. "Man, I feel better. Woo." He sat back down and rubbed his tummy. "I don't know how it's gon' be possible to make it a full nine months.. I'm already about to pop at three!"
"Oh, it just seems that way. You're actually not that big." Adam said, patting his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm gon' get bigger." Heath held his hands up and moved them further apart, making an explosion sound. "Pop goes the fox."
"That sounds like a bad children's song." Chris nodded.
"Fozzy didn't do no children's songs." Adam smirked and Chris rolled his eyes. Fozzy was the band he was a lead singer of years ago, they played a few clubs and bars, but never went that far. Nothing tragic really happened, they just decided to separate mutually. Chris even still had their numbers and every once in awhile they'd go play a few songs for fun at this local bar where the owner was a dear friend. But they hadn't done that in so long.
"You know.." Chris said after a second. "Maybe that would have blew up. Do a bunch of metal children's songs for rock and roll babies."
Adam chuckled. "Right."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. You might definitely be on to something." Adam said with amused sarcasm.
"I'd support it, Chrissy." Heath patted his knee sympathetically.
"Thank you."
Adam watched Heath rub his belly and sighed. "Guess I better get on dinner."
-xx-
Adam was awoken that night by the sounds of whimpers in the monitor. They sounded pained and pleading. There was a tortured whine.
"No.. no.. please.. stop.. Stop!" Gerard's voice was frightened.
Adam threw back his covers and got up, heading toward Gerard's room as the pleas became panicked and turned to screams.
"No! No! No! Let me go! No.." Gerard let out an anguished cry, thrashing and trying to fight off an invisible attacker. "Stop! I won't tell.."
Adam had the bars down and grabbed to Gerard's head to try and still him. He had padded the bars the best he could. If Gerard rolled out and hit his head it could be bad, if he hit his head on the bars it could be bad. "Gerard.. Gerard, please stop. Wake up. It's Adam, you're okay.. shit.."
Gerard was still fighting, clawing at whoever had him. Someone had him, holding him down. "Let me go! No! Stop touching me!"
Adam grabbed his wrists to keep him from clawing at him and shook him more firmly. "Gerard, it's Adam. You're dreaming." Adam let go of his wrists as he opened his eyes, shushing him. "You're safe. It's alright."
Gerard had dissolved into panted sobs, collapsing back in defeat. His head hurt, his chest ached. But he was in his new room and Adam was there, petting his hair and wiping away his tears. Here he had Adam when he screamed. He reached out and whimpered.
"Okay.." Adam laid down beside him, holding him and humming.
Chris peeked in from the doorway. "Everything alright?" He scratched at his spiky hair, not even sleep had it out of place.
Adam glanced back. "Yeah. You know that bottle on the dresser? Bring it to me. And a bottle of water."
"Yeah, okay." Chris left and returned shortly with both.
He hadn't wanted to, but gave Gerard his medication at least just to help him sleep peacefully through the rest of the night. Gerard was too tired to be fussy about it. Adam waited until he was asleep, his breathing evening out, then he put the bars back up and headed back to bed.
"That one was bad." Chris said quietly.
Adam nodded. "Yeah. Some of the things he said is troubling me though. Just didn't sound right."
"I heard.. Shit, you don't think during the attack he was-"
"No. He hadn't been touched, there were no signs of sexual assault or anything like that." Adam remembered they checked at the hospital in accordance with the investigation.
"Maybe it was assault.. assault." Chris yawned. "Regular assault."
"No. No signs of that either. No sign of a struggle or a fight, just the severe head trauma. It was estimated that he had found his parents and the assailant hit him from behind. No altercation, just a sneak attack."
"Coward. You don't think anything happened at the institute behind your back, do you? Ever have any unusual bruises or marks? Weird behavior.. different weird." Chris huffed. He didn't think he was making sense in his drowsy state.
"No. I'm a damn nurse, I would've known.. right?"
"You said there were ones who picked at him." Chris reminded.
Adam shook his head. "But it never got.. like that. Not really violent.. just.. like toying.. He would've told me. He always told me."
"Yeah. You're bleeding."
Adam looked down at his arm to see a faint line of blood. "Yeah, he scratched me. Gonna have to cut his nails tomorrow. I'll be back." The blonde yawned and headed to the bathroom to clean the scratch.
-xx-
Later Adam had tried asking Gerard about it in the most subtle ways possible, but the boy always looked at him like he had no idea what he was talking about. Probably because he didn't and Adam wasn't ready to explain it in detail. Gerard hadn't acted weird about it.. Hell, maybe that dream was all it was; just a dream. An ordinary nightmare that had nothing to do with him or his condition or any real life incident.
Least he'd tell himself that to let it go and just hold it at the back of his mind just in case.
Things started getting easier as time passed. The nightmares weren't as frequent, but still happened. Jeff had made him a harness. He had came over and took measurements much to Gerard's annoyance. And when he brought it back over, Adam thought Gerard would hate it or refuse to wear it.. but he kind of liked it. It was purple with black bat wings attached on the back and cute little bats stitched into the front. It wrapped around him under his chest and had two straps that came over the shoulders.
Adam held to the long strap attached to the back under the wings. "I still feel like I'm holding a leash for a puppy."
To which Gerard responded by barking like a puppy and growling, wiggling his hips like a dog would wag a tail and licking Adam's cheek as he pretended he was a puppy. Adam smiled and took him outside to try the harness and let him play with an actual puppy.
The little brown mess of fur was a stray that had been coming around. He didn't have any collar or tags and no one seemed to claim him. Adam and Chris would feed him scraps and the pup just seemed to stay right at their house.
Gerard sat on the grass, giggling as the little dog lapped at his face, standing on its back paws in his lap, front paws on his chest and wagging its tail. "He tickles.." He took the pup's head in his hands and scratched its ears, squealing when the dog licked his nose. "You're cute."
"Think he has a name?" Adam asked him.
Gerard squinted and hummed, thinking. "I don't know."
"Well, what would you name him?"
"Umm... I'll call him Pooter."
"Pooter? Why Pooter?" Adam saw Gerard's why-not? look and shrugged. "Okay, Pooter it is."
Jeff offered to build them a temporary dog house so the little guy would have a place to sleep. But the dog already occupied under the porch. Adam was apprehensive to name the dog or let Gerard get attached in case it ran off or someone claimed it, but it appeared to already be a done deal. He made a mental note to pick up a dog collar and have some tags made the next time he went to the store.
And Adam did try that whole going to the store thing again. This time with Chris. Which he thought would be disastrous when people stared at Gerard and his harness because Chris used to be very mouthy and defensive anyway. And people did stare, whispered and a boy said something Adam couldn't catch to a girl that was with him.. they were just punk teenagers.
"Hey, assclowns. Don't you have something better to do than stare at my pretty mug? I mean I know I'm gorgeous, but c'mon, kid, you're making a mess of yourself, drooling and gawking like that. Or here.." Chris got out his phone, pulled up the camera and held it out in front of him, puckering his lips and seriously taking a selfie in the store. "Now give me your number and I'll send it to you so you can stare at it all you want."
Adam could have melted at Chris deterring attention away from Gerard. The boy looked absolutely mortified to Adam's amusement, flushed and said "Come on" before stalking off.
The girl with him hesitated and stepped forward. "Look, I'm sorry about him. I've read fanfiction on the internet about stuff like this. He's your pet, right? S'cool. He's very pretty." She then hurried off to catch up to the boy.
Chris and Adam looked at each other before cracking up. "Was she serious?"
"Oh, my god.. were you serious?" Adam shoved his shoulder. Gerard had been hiding behind him the entire time and slowly peeked out.
"Nah.." Chris looked at the blurry picture and frowned. "I didn't even get a good shot. Man, I suck at this."
Adam cuddled up to him. "I think you're wonderful." He kissed him and they continued with their shopping.
Gerard only tried to run off once because he had saw something and he thought Adam was right behind him. But he wasn't and he didn't get far as the rope ran out of slack and he was yanked back on his butt. Adam thought he would cry, but he just sat there a moment, face blank and a faint blush creeping up on his cheeks. He then calmly got up and wandered back over to Adam to cling to his arm, slightly pouting.
"Awe, I'm pretty sure you won't try that again."
"Oh, don't be mean. Here." Chris took the end of the leash from Adam. "C'mon, let's go look at Halloween." He lead the boy over to the seasonal section and as soon as they were there Gerard's eyes lit up. Chris let him roam through the aisles, looking at stuff, touching and pushing buttons. There were pumpkins of all shapes and sizes, skeletons and zombies- lots of zombies because they were popular as hell right now- ghosts and monster masks.
Gerard loved it. He pressed a button on a skeleton in a cage that shook and made screaming noises as its eyes lit up red and flashed. He giggled and pressed it again. Chris watched him fondly and went through some of the stuff with him. By the time Adam had met up with them Gerard had found a huge light up pumpkin that he wasn't letting go of and Chris found a zombie mask that he wasn't letting go of.
"Mama, please..?" Gerard cuddled the pumpkin.
"Yes, Mama, please?" Chris pouted, batting his eyes. The ham.
Adam sighed. He guessed he was out-numbered. Oh, well. May as well find himself something too.
I was supposed to introduce Pooter in another fic, but he seems alright for this one. The name.. I have no idea, my pixie muse named him. He's very sad & hasn't been much help. I'm so ready for Halloween. This still may or may not get rapey. I can't help it, my boys are so molestable.