A/N: Once again everyone, hey and thank you for reading so far!

Ok. Chapter six... This is where things get kinda... Messy. A few warnings here... Obviously, for bad language (though I'm sure your probably used to that by now...) some violence, verbal abuse and abuse of a more... Intimate nature.

The title from this chapter comes from the American Idiot song, 'Saint Jimmy' (yes, again) And you'll soon see why it has that title.

As ever, I do not own the Killjoys or Saint Jimmy.

I'll let you get on with reading now... Hope you enjoy this chapter! (um, as much as you can...)

Chapter 6 - I Am The Son of Bitch

Everyone had been ready for a difficult and uncomfortable day, but, surprisingly, Saint Jimmy stayed perfectly out of everyone's way. Only the fact that every now and then, one of them saw him in one of the rooms disproved the theory that he'd just left. No fights, no arguments, no… Anything, from Saint Jimmy.

Unfortunately, it was far too good to last.

Round the back of the building, and Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid were enjoying some fighting practice.

Well, one of them was enjoying it at least.

As he was slammed to the ground again, Fun Ghoul was able to appreciate the small mercy that this time at least he wasn't face down in the sand, like the previous times. "I still don't see why you can't be beating your brother up right now." Fun Ghoul grumbled. Kobra Kid grinned down at him, "You need the practice Ghoul. C'mon, I know I'm good, but you're just making it too easy."

"Yeah, that, and this is pay back for what you said this morning." Fun Ghoul turned his head to where Party Poison was sitting on the ground, leant up against the wall of the building, Rave sat beside him, head resting gently on his shoulder. Fun Ghoul glared at Party Poison, then looked up to the hand Kobra Kid was offering him. Taking it, Fun Ghoul allowed himself to be helped to his feet. "Alright, Kid, but this time, I'm not holding back."

Kobra Kid smirked. "That's what you said last time."

"Maybe Kid could go a little easier on him." Rave said, quietly. "If he can't beat Kid, how's he gonna do against a bunch of Dracs?" Rave laughed. "Pretty sure no Drac is as good as Kid. And, Poison, come on, you know Ghoul's been up pretty much two days straight. Won't do him much good if he's too worn out from practice, either." Party Poison couldn't argue with that. "Yeah, you're right. I'll step in in a minute."

"And I'll lock Ghoul in a room if that's what it takes to force him to sleep." Rave added, pleased she was being listened to on this one. More for Fun Ghoul's sake than her own. "I'll be right back." Party Poison told her, pushing her gently up and off his shoulder. Taking his sunglasses off, he carefully placed them on Rave, then kissed her. "Make sure my brother doesn't kill Ghoul." Just as he said that, Fun Ghoul managed, for the first time, to send Kobra Kid down. Victory was short lived, however, when Kobra Kid very precisely kicked out, sending Fun Ghoul to the ground once more. Rave couldn't help laughing at the two of them in a messy, sand covered heap. Shaking her head, Rave went over to help them both up.

He'd gone looking for Jet Star, to find out how he was getting on with fixing the radio. They'd not heard from Dr Death for a few weeks now, and Party Poison was sure something must be up. Unfortunately, their stereo had gotten smashed to pieces, and the one they'd found in this place, though mostly together, clearly hadn't been used in a very long time. So, yeah, that was where he'd been heading.

He didn't even fucking know why he walked into the room he and Rave had shared last night. As soon as he stepped in however, he knew something was wrong. The door slammed closed behind him. Party Poison didn't

even need to turn around to know who he'd find standing there. Saint Jimmy, leant against the door, grinning smugly at him. Party Poison sighed. "What'd you want, Saint?" If possible, the grin widened. "Oh now, Cherry Top, don't you remember what I told you yesterday?" Pushing himself off the door now. "When I decide what I want…"

"Yeah. I remember. Why don't you tell me already, Saint, so I can tell you to fuck off sooner?" Raising an eyebrow at him, "Well, Cherry Top. You've certainly gained some fucking confidence since yesterday.""You're not as intimidating as you seem to think." Party Poison told him. Saint Jimmy shrugged. He was looking at the bed in a way that made Party Poison very nervous. Then Saint Jimmy looked back up at him. "Never guess what I saw last night. Looked like your girl was having a little fun with one of your gang." Party Poison rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to reply, Saint Jimmy got in again first. "How long do you think they've been screwing behind your back?"

"Fuck off Saint." Party Poison snapped. "Rave and Ghoul were in bed together last night because she didn't feel safe alone. I wonder why?"

"Never said who it was, Cherry Top. Common occurrence then?" Saint Jimmy goaded. Party Poison, again, rolled his eyes. "I'm not discussing my family with you." He stated. This was more than enough already, he decided, heading towards the door. Saint Jimmy got in his way. "Just fuck off, Saint." There was that fucking grin again. "Planning on making me?" Party Poison pushed Saint Jimmy out the way, he continued for the door. Somehow, he never quite got there.

He found himself shoved against the wall, arm jerked up and held behind his back. Saint Jimmy laughing in his ear. "You made that too fucking easy, Cherry Top." Party Poison struggled, ashamed to find he couldn't shake Saint Jimmy off. "Get the fuck off me!" He snapped. More laughter, and Saint Jimmy yanked his arm higher. Party Poison gave a small yelp of pain. "Just remember, next time you're up there doing your big bad Killjoy leader bullshit, I'm fucking stronger than you." So that was what this was about? Again, Party Poison struggled. "You really think I've never been threatened before? I'm a fucking Killjoy, I-" Another sharp tug cut off Party Poison's sentence. "Yeah? I was more of a goddamn Killjoy back when you were still living the good life." And, oddly, Party Poison relaxed slightly. "What? Thought you were the only ones rebelling against the system? I was doing it half my fucking life." No, Party Poison didn't think that, he knew they weren't the only rebels, he knew there were other groups out there. He'd just never stopped to consider that Saint Jimmy might be one of them. "Just let me go, Saint." He said, quietly. Remarkably, he felt Saint Jimmy's hold on his wrist loosen. "Well, Cherry Top. The thing is…" And then it returned, tighter than before. "I've decided what I want." Party Poison closed his eyes, tight. Feeling, knowing what it was that Saint Jimmy was going to say next. He could feel Saint Jimmy's lips on his ear as he told him, "You."

Saint Jimmy kissed his ear, and Party Poison cringed. A soft laugh. As he felt the hand that wasn't holding him attempting to get in under his shirt, Party Poison panicked. Oh fuck. He's got me and he's stronger than me and he's going to…

Party Poison forced himself to snap out of it. "Don't you fucking touch me!" Another laugh, hot against his skin. That hand had found it's way under his shirt now, Saint Jimmy's warm, soft touch, gliding up then down his side. Snaking round and then, suddenly, not touching him at all. Party Poison hadn't realised he'd been holding his breath, Saint Jimmy certainly did though. "What Cherry Top? Like that?" Attempting to push Saint Jimmy off him again, "Fuck off, Saint! Get the fuck off me! Don't-" Saint Jimmy shoved him, painfully. "Oh, come on, Cherry Top." He purred. "Don't expect me to believe you're fucking inexperienced here." Hand on his ass, briefly, letting him in on what Saint Jimmy meant. As if he didn't already know. "Shut the fuck up! Of course I'm-""I mean, four guys, only one girl." Saint Jimmy interrupted. "And I know for a fact she's not been here the whole time. Don't expect me to believe you never… Experimented." The last word said softly. A flick of the tongue just grazing Party Poison's jaw line. Yes. He shivered. Saint Jimmy's hand on the side of his leg, caressing in a very seductive (no, fuck, no, stop this) way. "I guess, as leader, you get the pick, huh? Any you can recommend? What about Rave's little shoulder to cry on, huh? Ghoul, is it?" Party Poison stayed silent, he wouldn't give in, wouldn't let him get to him like this, he- "Or, how about your brother?" That fucking did it. And, finally, there was that strength he needed. Shoving Saint Jimmy off him, Party Poison turned, pushing him to the floor. Now it was Saint Jimmy's turn to be pinned, Party Poison's arm across his chest. Infuriatingly, Saint Jimmy was laughing. "Shut the fuck up!" Party Poison snarled. "You stay the fuck away from my brother." That fucking grin! "Funny. He said the same about you." Raised eyebrow, and Party Poison knew he wasn't going to like what was coming next, but he just couldn't think how to shut Saint Jimmy up! "Really that fucking good together, are you? Tell me then, what's it like? Does the fact that you shouldn't, that it's wrong make it better? Go on, what's it's like when it's the two of you, and you've got him and-" Eventually Party Poison settled for punching Saint Jimmy, successfully re-opening the wound from when Kobra Kid had hit him. Fitting. And yet, still, louder and dirtier, Saint Jimmy laughed. Noticeably having to get his breath back before continuing. "Oh. I'm sorry. Of course, it's the other way around, isn't it? Even with all your macho leader bullshit, I knew I got the submissive vibe off you."

"You're fucking sick, you know that, Saint?" Party Poison spat. And oh fucking God he felt sick. Just hearing Saint Jimmy talk… "I'm not the one screwing my little brother." Party Poison raised his arm again, and even he wasn't sure if it was just a warning, or if he was getting ready to keep hitting until Saint Jimmy shut up. "So, not Kiddie?" Saint Jimmy cut in. Oh great, so now he had a 'pet' name for Kobra Kid too? "What about Rave's little sympathiser? Now him, he seems like he'd be an obedient fuck. That right, Cherry Top? Lay down all nice and easy for you, did he?" That time Party Poison did hit him again. "You fucking leave Ghoul out of this!" Saint Jimmy's eyes widened with gleeful realisation. "Oh. Hold on. I've touched a nerve with that one, haven't I? Have I stumbled across your dirty little secret?" His taunting voice was driving Party Poison crazy. "Shut the fuck up!" He snapped. "I don't blame you, Cherry Top." Saint Jimmy said, almost sweetly. "It does get lonely, out here in the desert, doesn't it?" Tone changing, to match his smile, wicked. "And after all, he is fucking cute." Party Poison wasn't sure what did it, all he knew was, for just a second, he wasn't paying attention. And then he was on his back, pinned by Saint Jimmy again. "Of course, not quite as fucking cute as you." Before he could do a thing, Saint Jimmy's lips were on his and he was powerless to stop him. "Let's have a little fun, shall we, Cherry Top?" Saint Jimmy purred. Kissing his ear, down his jaw, his neck. He shivered, again, and Saint Jimmy looked so fucking proud of himself. "What's the matter, Cherry Top?" He teased. "Get off me." Party Poison tried for another snarl, it came out more hushed, husky than he'd wanted. Saint Jimmy chuckled, and then slipped his hand between them. "Saint! No! Fuck!" Party Poison's attempts to buck Saint Jimmy off seemed to only encourage him. Hand at his belt. "Saint!" And suddenly, mouth covered by Saint Jimmy's again. "Hush, Cherry Top, there'll be plenty of time for you to scream my name." His belt undone, Saint Jimmy paused to place his hand between Party Poison's legs, lightly, slowly rubbing him through his jeans. "Find me fucking sexy?" He asked, tauntingly. Party Poison shook his head. Still trying to push him off. Saint Jimmy ignored him, continued with his task. Top button of his jeans undone. Another try at pushing Saint Jimmy off, or at least pushing him away. Found his hands caught up by Saint Jimmy's. Forced, held down either side of him, Saint Jimmy trapped one hand under his knee, his now free hand placed gently on Party Poison's cheek. "I can and will knock you out if you make me. I'd rather not, though. So stop fucking fighting me." But the idea of not fighting this? Of not fighting back? Party Poison couldn't even consider it. He hated that though he struggled, he couldn't get free. "Now, now. Cherry Top. What did I just tell you?" Party Poison didn't even have time to register what Saint Jimmy was doing before he felt the back of his head smack against the floor. Not hard enough to knock him out (but only because that's how Saint Jimmy planned it) but enough to leave him feeling dazed, detached. Party Poison closed his eyes. "No, no. Cherry Top." Saint Jimmy whispered. Party Poison felt Saint Jimmy's hand at his jeans again. Undone, pushed down. Somehow his brain wasn't working fast enough to stop it now. "Want you with me for this." He was completely unable to stop Saint Jimmy, who now had exactly what he wanted. Control over Party Poison, in the most intimate of ways. As he felt Saint Jimmy's hand slip under, inside his underwear, taking hold of him, moving surprisingly carefully, Party Poison bit back a gasp. "Why are you-?"

"Because, Cherry Top, this way you'll never be able to look at me the same again. Never look me in the eye without thinking: He made me fucking scream." Make him stop! "Stop." Party Poison managed. Saint Jimmy's mouth at his ear again, "Oh now, Cherry Top, stop fucking fighting this, you know you don't want to." His hand moving slowly. Party Poison closed his eyes, tight, turned his face away. But there was no escaping that, no escaping that touch, and the fact his own body was betraying him. As if I actually want this. He opened his mouth, scared of what might leave it. Please let it be a curse.

And then, completely without warning. Party Poison was aware that Saint Jimmy had stopped. His hand sliding back away, but the other did not let go of his wrist. "Want more?" Saint Jimmy taunted. "Fucking sucks to be left half way, huh? To be left so… Unsatisfied." Party Poison stayed silent. Mainly because he was worried that his words might betray him like his body had. As Saint Jimmy's hand stroked along his hip, though, a small, wanting sound escaped him. "Aw… You fucking do, don't you? Fucking want my hand on you again, huh? Want it touching and stroking and rubbing your pretty cock until you come, huh?" Still, Party Poison stayed silent, or tried to. Little sounds he couldn't help. For fucks sake, shut up! "Want it? Gonna beg me for it?" Saint Jimmy's hand, finding it's way once more. Leaning down, close to his ear again, Saint Jimmy said, "Tough luck, slut." And took that hand away again. Then he got up. Left Party Poison. But still, Party Poison couldn't move. Feeling hot, sticky with sweat, and shame. Oh God, how could I let that happen? He knew Saint Jimmy had only stopped because he wanted to, because he felt like it. Because he was bored of Party Poison. Panting slightly, and Party Poison was trying, desperately to hold back tears. He couldn't pretend Saint Jimmy had stopped because he'd made him. "Don't feel bad, Cherry Top." Saint Jimmy said, casually, Party Poison could feel his smug smile. "You held out longer than some. Everyone gives in to Saint Jimmy eventually. So, who do you think I should go for next huh?" He was smoking, Party Poison didn't even have to open his eyes to know it, he could smell it. "Stay the fuck away from them." He managed, with as much fire and venom as he could muster. Saint Jimmy laughed. "I'm sorry, you're just not very commanding with your pants down like that." Somehow, he'd forgotten about that. Snapping his eyes open, Party Poison hurriedly got up, desperately trying to regain some dignity. Unfortunately, all his standing up did was give Saint Jimmy another chance to get hold of him, pulling him down again. Face down on the bed this time. "Did I say I was done with you, Cherry Top?" So maybe Saint Jimmy wasn't bored of him just yet. One hand on his back, holding him, and Saint Jimmy on top of him also keeping him down. And now, now Party Poison panicked, really panicked this time. "No, Saint-""You said no last time Cherry Top, and you seemed to enjoy that. So how the fuck am I supposed to know that 'no' doesn't really mean 'yes' with you?" And then he heard, he knew Saint Jimmy was undoing his own belt, and Party Poison's was still undone and… "Saint! No! I mean 'no', Please!" Then, a whisper in his ear. "Maybe I won't" He said. "Maybe I'll stop…" Far too long pause. "If you tell me your real name, Cherry Top."

What? Why did he want to know that? One thing was sure though, Party Poison had the answer for him. "Fuck off Saint, I'm not telling you." "Suit yourself." Jeans tugged down again, exposed, vulnerable again. "Get the fuck off me!" "You know my price, Cherry Top. C'mon, what's a name for your dignity? What's left of it, anyway."

"Just get the fuck off me! Don't fucking touch me!" Saint Jimmy chuckled. "Gonna have to find a new curse, Cherry Top, that one's kinda… Provocative. Now, quick question. You and, uh… What's his name? Ghoul, right? You guys ever get this far? Or has it all just been fumbling and sucking each other off?" And that was the point that he knew, really knew what Saint Jimmy was thinking of. "I told you to fucking leave him out of this! Leave them all out of this! Just-" His own yelp of pain cut him off. Stop, please, it hurts. "I'm going to go with… No." Saint Jimmy proclaimed. Party Poison hated himself for it, but he whimpered. "Please, Saint. Don't." Hot breath against his ear again. "One last chance, Cherry Top. You can stop this. Just tell me your real name. Come on, just a fucking name, that's all I want, not much to ask, considering what I'm giving up, I mean-""Gerard." Party Poison was stunned to hear his voice, even if so small. But to hear his voice, saying his name. Oh God. "What was that?" Saint Jimmy asked. Party Poison whimpered again. Please don't make me say it again. "Gerard. My name is Gerard Way." And now his second name too. Fantastic. What was he thinking? Now he knew Mi- Kobra Kid's real last name too. An eternal couple of seconds, and then Saint Jimmy leant down, kissing his neck. "Thanks. Gerard." He whispered. Party Poison cringed. But then Saint Jimmy was off him, and he heard the door open, slam shut, then slowly creak open of it's own accord. Party Poison scrambled to his knees, fixing his jeans and then huddling up in the corner of the bed. Burying his face just as the tears finally came.

Fun Ghoul, after finally putting a stop to 'let's beat up Fun Gho-' sorry, he meant 'fighting practice' himself, decided to go find Party Poison. Rave said he'd told her he'd only be gone a minute. It was definitely longer than that by now. On his way down the corridor, he passed Saint Jimmy, who grinned in a scarily 'knowing' way. Whatever, he didn't have time for him right now. A few doors down, the room he recognised as the one Rave and Party Poison had shared the previous night, and he heard something rare and utterly terrifying. And as he got to the door, he found it was just as bad, and possibly worse (not that he was sure of that yet) as he thought.

Fun Ghoul stepped, tentatively into the room. "Poison. What's wrong? What happened?" He reached the bed, carefully sat beside Party Poison, watching, waiting for an answer. Without raising it in the slightest, Party Poison shook his head. Fun Ghoul tentatively reached out, placing his hand on Party Poison's arm, a silent gesture asking to be let in. Then, quietly, mostly incoherently, something that may have been a sentence. "I'm sorry, Poison, what was that?" Head finally raising from the cocoon of arms and knees he'd made of himself, Party Poison repeated, louder, but brokenly. "He fucking won!" His face was a mess of tears, his red hair sticking randomly to it. And Fun Ghoul knew he didn't want to ask, didn't want to know. But, at the same time, had to. "Poison… What…?"

"I didn't… I wasn't expecting… Oh… Fuck. He had me fucking held down, Ghoul. And he was talking shit about… About Kid, and about you and… And… Fuck! It's all my fucking fault! He…" Party Poison was talking so fast, only pausing when he was having trouble saying the next bit. He seemed so scared. Fun Ghoul reached out again, trying to prise one of his hands away from his knees. When that didn't work, he shuffled closer, reaching out to touch his face, calm him down. That only succeeded in making Party Poison shrink away from him. That's the first hint Fun Ghoul got of what Saint Jimmy might have done. He tried to look, to see if there was anything else that might tell him what Saint Jimmy had done. He couldn't see any obvious signs of anything in particular. Then he saw the bruise on Party Poison's wrist. That wouldn't necessarily tell him much. Except… If it'd just been a fight, Party Poison would've told him. He would've been angry, probably annoyed with himself. Not… Like this. It was all adding up to something much worse. "Oh God, Poison, did he…?" Fun Ghoul couldn't say it. Closed his eyes, come on. It's not you it's happened to. If you can't say it how the hell can you help?

Opened his eyes again. Tried again. "Poison. Was it… Did he…" Party Poison shook his head. And Fun Ghoul couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. He sighed, a little gratefully. He wasn't even thinking as he said "For a second there I thought maybe he'd done something really bad. This is gonna sound crazy, but I thought maybe he'd raped…" Fun Ghoul trailed off when he saw the look on Party Poison's face. "Oh God." Fun Ghoul breathed. "But Poison, you… I thought you were saying 'no'. I thought-"

"He didn't… Exactly. He said he'd stop…" Party Poison interrupted. "As long as I told him one thing." Fun Ghoul waited, patiently watching. "He knows my real name, Ghoul. I told him. Not just first, either, so now he knows Kid's too. How… How could..?" Face buried again. And Fun Ghoul didn't care how much Party Poison might try to shy away, trying again to separate those arms, succeeding finally, and, perhaps unsurprisingly, Party Poison allowed himself to collapse into Fun Ghoul's waiting embrace. He held his friend tight, quietly plotting every possible way he could hurt Saint Jimmy for this. He didn't care what Saint Jimmy might have meant to Rave anymore, he was certain any feelings she had would be erased upon hearing what he'd done to Party Poison. "That wasn't all." He eventually continued. Fun Ghoul didn't interrupt, but then he realised Party Poison wasn't actually saying anything. But he'd sat up slightly. Trying to say something. "Please, Poison." Fun Ghoul said, "If you don't want to say, you don't have to." But still, Party Poison was trying, "I… I let him…" Fun Ghoul pulled him in tighter again. "Poison, it's ok." And then, completely innocently, without even thinking, merely a comforting gesture, he bent his head to kiss Party Poison on the cheek. He realised his mistake immediately. Party Poison pushed him away, eyes flashing with hurt and anger. "You really think that's what I need right now? Really, Ghoul?" He demanded. Holding his hands up in defence, Fun Ghoul told him, soothingly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Poison, I… I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean it like…" Party Poison shook his head. He knew that, but everything was still so… Fresh. He didn't go back over to Fun Ghoul, but he was relieved when Fun Ghoul came to him.

The knock on the door was only a light one, but it took them both by surprise. Party Poison pulled away from Fun Ghoul, who didn't attempt to protest. Looking up, they saw Jet Star standing in the doorway. "I got the radio working, Poison." He said, so calmly, so matter of factly. Just like he hadn't walked in on one of his best friends quite clearly being comforted by another of his best friends. Just like he hadn't noticed Party Poison, looking at him, steadily, eyes shining slightly. He wasn't ignoring all this to be cold. He was doing it to be kind. "And?" Party Poison said, simply. "Message came through, Dr D's trying to get hold of you." Party Poison nodded. "I'll be right there." And, just like that, he'd slipped, seemingly effortlessly, into fearless leader mode. Fun Ghoul just stared at him, a little amazed. "Poison, I can-""It's fine, Ghoul, I'm fine." Then, to Jet Star, "Just give me a second?" Knowing better than to ask, if not entirely happy about it, Jet Star nodded. Pausing before following, Party Poison went back to Fun Ghoul, whispered, "Tell no one." He'd half turned to the door when he stopped, adding an unnecessary "Please."