A/N: Hey all, and thank you, as always :)

Ok, these next two chapters are basically a set, so rather than make you wait for the next one, I'm going to give you both right now. They are both flashbacks, leading on straight from the flashback at the end of chapter 10.

Bit of a warning... Smut and slashy-ness in these two chapters, though it's possible you knew that's where this was going ;)

The title for this chapter (and the next) is from the amazing Danger Days song 'Na Na Na'

Once again, I do not own any of the Killjoys, nor do I own any member of My Chemical Romance!

Chapter 11 - Kiss Me…

It was getting dark by the time Fun Ghoul came back inside. Party Poison had left his original spot on the bench, and so Fun Ghoul assumed (hoped) he'd headed to the back room, where they'd set up their beds. Heading there himself, Fun Ghoul was momentarily pleased to see Party Poison was there, laying on his bed. "Hey Ghoul. Took a while." He was not so pleased to hear that. "Poison…"

"Don't tell me to sleep, Ghoul. I'm not going to." Fun Ghoul sighed, he certainly could be a stubborn bastard, couldn't he? Sitting on the edge of the next bed along, Fun Ghoul looked at Party Poison. Laying on his back, hands behind his head, eyes open and gazing straight up. Then, abruptly, he turned on his side, facing away from Fun Ghoul, "For fucks sake. Stop staring at me!" Fun Ghoul stayed silent. Waited for the inevitable sigh from Party Poison as he turned back over, facing Fun Ghoul now. "How long's it been?" Party Poison's question was quiet, though no less demanding of an answer. "Since we got out here." He clarified, when he didn't get an answer right away. Fun Ghoul answered. "Little over a year." Party Poison groaned, rolling onto his back again. "Feels like a fucking lifetime." Fun Ghoul had to agree. He barely remembered his old life now. Or, actually, he'd tried to forget. So much easier that way. "I fucking miss them." At Party Poison's words, Fun Ghoul looked up again. Didn't dare ask who he meant. Party Poison opened his eyes, turning his face towards Fun Ghoul again. "The fans, Ghoul. Remember? We had a whole army out there." Fun Ghoul allowed himself to smile, to relax. "Yeah. I remember. But I'm pretty sure it was your army. Nobody gave a fuck about the rest of us." Party Poison sat up. "Oh, really? Like you never had any fans!" Fun Ghoul shrugged, grinning. "Sure. But you were the big draw. Front man, lead singer, a God in their eyes. Me? I was the little guitarist you fucked about with on stage." Party Poison laughed. "They loved that, didn't they?" Then, grinning mischievously, "And you fucking loved it." Fun Ghoul's eyes widened in surprise, a choked back laugh of disbelief, "Oh, I was the one who loved it? You were the one pouncing on me all the time!"

"That's not true! You did plenty of pouncing yourself." Party Poison corrected. "Yeah, well you were the one always shoving your tongue down my throat." Fun Ghoul countered. Party Poison leaned forward and said, quietly, teasingly, "Now say that like you don't miss it." Blinking, innocently, Fun Ghoul said, "Miss what? This?" Then, darting forward, Fun Ghoul kissed him.

The still silence after that seemed to surround them. Fun Ghoul drew back slightly, but they were still barely apart. Neither opened their eyes. "Ghoul." Party Poison said, quietly, carefully. "Yeah?"

"What…?" He couldn't think how to finish the sentence. And he opened his eyes, somehow, Fun Ghoul sensed it, and he opened his. Then, shifting over so he was next to Party Poison, on his bed. Party Poison watched him, and tried the question again, "Ghoul, what…?"

"If you say stop, fine, I'll stop. This isn't like the shows, nothing forceful about it." Party Poison nodded, and let him come closer. Carefully, tentatively, Fun Ghoul kissed him again. Just a couple of light kisses at first, then longer, deeper. A flick of tongue against Party Poison's lips. Both of them slowly relaxing, letting it happen. Lips parting slightly, allowing access both ways. Fun Ghoul broke away to whisper in Party Poison's ear, "You still taste the same." Kissed his ear, then Party Poison turned his head to meet his lips again. A little bolder now, Party Poison's hand on Fun Ghoul's leg, just resting there. That is, until, "Unless you're gonna do something useful with that hand, could you please not leave it there?" Trailing his hand slowly up Fun Ghoul's leg, Party Poison asked, "Useful? You mean like…" nearing his crotch, Party Poison slipped his hand round slightly, to Fun Ghoul's inner thigh, maddeningly close. Fun Ghoul groaned impatiently, and grabbed Party Poison's hand. "What happened to not being forceful?" Party Poison asked. "Don't fucking tease me." Fun Ghoul told him. Party Poison grinned, wickedly, as Fun Ghoul released him again. That time he didn't tease. As soon as his hand touched Fun Ghoul he was rewarded with a gasp. "Doesn't take much, huh?" "Shut up." It was meant to come out snappish, sounded more like a groan. Then, unable to stop himself, Fun Ghoul reached for his belt, started undoing it. Party Poison stopped, almost at once, and Fun Ghoul got worried. "Too much?" Party Poison shook his head, "Just waiting for you to stop doing my job for me." Fun Ghoul grinned. "You wanna undress me?" Party Poison came closer, kissed him, a light hand on his chest, a silent command, and Fun Ghoul laid down beneath him. Hands on his belt, hand on the zip. A hand pushing up his shirt a little, then, as if he'd suddenly gotten bolder, Party Poison pulled the shirt off him completely. Jeans and underwear tugged down. Fun Ghoul waited for what was next. He kept on waiting. And waiting. Eventually he opened his eyes, saw Party Poison leaning over him, face to face and close. "I…""I told you, no pressure." Party Poison shook his head. "I just… I don't…" Fun Ghoul knew how to finish those sentences, even if he didn't want to. Unwillingly thought back to their one and only other time vaguely like this one. Both fucking wrecked, neither quite sure how far they'd gone, and only he'd really remembered it in the morning…

No. This was nothing like then. That had been something stupid, meaningless, forgotten. This was… He didn't know how, but this was different. Almost… Needed. Fun Ghoul took Party Poison's hand again, though not forcefully this time, and guided him. "Please, Poison. Only do this if you want to." Got his answer as he felt Party Poison's hand wrap around him. "Fuck!" He gasped. "Don't come just yet." Party Poison teased. "Fuck you. And, slower, please Poison. Slower." Adjusting the speed accordingly, Party Poison started getting used to the situation again, wondering about his previous hesitation. "I'm feeling a little left out here, you know?" He said. Fun Ghoul, who'd closed his eyes, opened them again to look at Party Poison. "I was just thinking how unfair it is that I'm practically naked and you're fully dressed."

"I think we can solve both pretty easily." Party Poison sat up, and Fun Ghoul tried not to complain about his lack of contact. Then saw Party Poison taking his shirt off, getting to work on his belt, jeans. Oh God, he couldn't help himself, Fun Ghoul reached down, touching himself as he watched Party Poison undress. He forgot to stop before Party Poison saw him. Embarrassed, he moved his hand away, only to find it taken up in Party Poison's. Pulled up to join him in a sitting position once again. "You have no idea how fucking hot that was." Fun Ghoul wasn't sure how to answer. Settled for actions, not words, kissing Party Poison. And, again, allowing himself to be lead by Party Poison, was pulled down on top of him. Felt Party Poison's hot skin beneath his. Shifting himself accordingly, Fun Ghoul reached his hand down, even just the lightest brush of his fingers gained him a gasp from Party Poison. Fun Ghoul grinned, repeated the light, frustrating touch. "Please. Don't just-" Party Poison cut off his pleading when Fun Ghoul pre-empted his request, finally taking a proper grasp of him. Party Poison gasped, louder than Fun Ghoul had. "Don't come just yet." Fun Ghoul repeated his words back to him. "Fuck off. And move up a little, I want you in my hand again." Fun Ghoul did as asked, trying to concentrate on still pleasing Party Poison as he in turn surrendered to Party Poison's touch. Kissing his lips, his neck, his chest whenever he could. Then, amongst the gasps, moans and pleasant swear words, something unexpected. "Oh fuck! Frank!" They both stopped immediately, and Fun Ghoul lifted himself up, slowly, looking down at Party Poison, wide eyed.

Frank was Fun Ghoul's real name. He hadn't heard it out loud since… Little over a year ago. And certainly never from Party Poison, who insisted on Killjoy names at all times, and never slipped up on it. Until now. Eyes also wide, like he couldn't believe what'd just passed his lips. "What just… What was that?" Fun Ghoul asked, now he was the one unsure. "It was your name, Frank." Still Fun Ghoul said nothing, still stared down at him. Then, suddenly, and with more passion than he'd had all night, Fun Ghoul kissed him again. "Do you know how long I've waited to hear my name again, Gerard?" Party Poison's hand curled round the back of Fun Ghoul's head, getting caught up in his hair, pushing him back down to kiss him. Oh God this felt good. He felt stripped and naked in every possible way and it felt amazing, free. Fun Ghoul's hand had found him again, stroking gently, slowly, maddeningly. "Frank." He got a small answering moan in reply. "I… I want…" Then, lifting himself up so he could whisper in Fun Ghoul's ear. "Fuck me." And, again, Fun Ghoul stopped. Looked at Party Poison. "Yes." Party Poison said, before Fun Ghoul could get a word out. "I'm sure." Fun Ghoul nodded, knowing he wouldn't just be saying that. "But, Gee… I'm… Maybe you should…" Party Poison smiled, and shook his head. Then he took Fun Ghoul's hand, bringing it up to his mouth. Fun Ghoul figured out what he was doing just before he did it. Sliding two fingers into his mouth, he sucked gently on them, guiding in then out, all the while licking them as they went. Fun Ghoul closed his eyes, imagining something else being seen to by that tongue. A few more times, and Party Poison released his hand, two fingers of which were slick with his saliva. "Know what you're doing yet?" Party Poison asked. Fun Ghoul was less in the mood to be teased than he had been earlier. "Just turn the fuck over, bitch." He said, grinning. A returned grin from Party Poison as he did as told. Tempted as he was to just go for it, there was no way he could. No way he could stand to hurt Party Poison like that. So, easy does it. One finger first. "Fuck." "Gee, you ok?" A nod in reply. Not entirely believing him, he none the less continued. Second one now. "Fuck!" Louder. "You sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine." Well, if he was gonna say shit like that… "Oh my God! You bastard!" He hadn't been expecting the third one. Fun Ghoul chuckled. Then, "Sure you're ready?" A moments silence, a small hesitation. Fun Ghoul took the seemingly endless second to truly take Party Poison in, really look at him, at every part of him. The more he did, the more he wanted him, now! And the more he couldn't carry on without Party Poison's consent. It finally came, only a second later, in the form of a nod of the head. Fun Ghoul leant forward, brushing Party Poison' hair back slightly to kiss his neck. Then, gentle as he could, Fun Ghoul moved into him. "Oh fuck!" Fun Ghoul moaned. He stayed, just briefly. Trying to make sure Party Poison got used to the feel of him. Eventually, "Frank, please…" Then he began, carefully, to find a good pace. Pleased to hear a gasp from Party Poison, though it was mostly one of pain, just a touch of enjoyment. A hand finding one of Party Poison's clenched ones, holding it, letting it get snatched up, held tight. "Give it a minute, it'll be ok soon." And, of course, it was. That hand being gripped out of pleasure. The gasps were just the same.

"Oh, shit, Gee, I'm sorry, I'm gonna…" Fun Ghoul tried to hold out, but it was all too damn much. "It's ok, go for it." He barely needed telling.

Moving carefully out and off, Fun Ghoul lay, panting, beside Party Poison, who rolled back onto his back to smile at him. Party Poison opened his mouth to say something, but Fun Ghoul interrupted, "Let me take care of you now." Not until he'd slid down the other end of the bed did Party Poison know what he was up to. First fingers gently touching, caressing him. He moaned, loudly. Then, an unexpected, but welcome tongue flicked, then, again, dragged slowly along. Finally, taken completely into Fun Ghoul's mouth. Didn't take long. He grabbed Fun Ghoul's hand again. "Frank! I…" He came before he could finish the warning. Fun Ghoul had got the warning anyway, and didn't mind. Swallowed quickly, sticking out his tongue in exaggerated disgust. "You don't like the way I taste?" Party Poison asked, with a grin. Before he knew it he had Fun Ghoul's tongue in his mouth. Moving back slightly, Fun Ghoul had a grin of his own. "What do you think?" Party Poison's hand on the back of his head again, "Frank, get back here." And he was lowered to Party Poison's lips again.

The next morning was… Interesting.

Fun Ghoul was the first to wake up. Took him a little while to figure out why something didn't feel right. Then he realised he wasn't in his usual bed, which he could see next to him, he was in Party Poison's. Carefully, he turned over. There, laid beside him, was Party Poison, eyes closed, still perfectly asleep.

He looks so-

Fun Ghoul stopped himself, mid thought, and paused his hand that had moved to brush away a couple of strands of bright red hair.

Fun Ghoul slipped carefully out of bed and got dressed. Headed outside. He'd better check the area.

All the while images of last night flickered though his mind.

By the time he got back inside, Party Poison had woken up. But clearly only just, walking into the diner just as Fun Ghoul came in through the main doors. Fun Ghoul smiled, was slightly disappointed to see only a very half hearted smile back. "Ghoul." And he pretended he wasn't upset to realise they were back to Killjoy names again now. "I think we…" Party Poison carried on, pointedly avoiding eye contact with Fun Ghoul, "Need to talk." Fun Ghoul nodded, forcing Party Poison to look at him to get his reply. An uneasy hand pushed back through his hair, "Last night…" Fun Ghoul sighed, loudly, and settled himself down on the end of one of the benches. "Gee-" He caught the look. The unflinching, commanding look that told him, completely, 'no real names'. "Poison." He corrected, with another sigh. "If we're gonna have the whole 'last night never happened' talk, can we not?" Party Poison frowned. "I don't think there's any point denying that it happened." Fun Ghoul looked up at him then, hopefully. Hopeful for what, though? A relationship? Or just hopeful that they hadn't just screwed everything up? He watched as Party Poison sat down opposite him, saw a wince that was meant to be hidden. Fun Ghoul reached out a hand, amazed to find one of Party Poison's, glad to be allowed to take it. "Sorry." He said, quietly. Party Poison looked at him, glaring daggers, a grin on his lips declaring them false. "Got your mind off worrying for a while though, didn't it?" Fun Ghoul realised his mistake immediately. Party Poison's eyes went wide, horror creeping into them. He snatched his hand back just as Fun Ghoul tried to tighten his grip. Party Poison was up and pacing before Fun Ghoul could stop him. "Oh shit! Kid! Jet!"

"Poison-" A failed attempt. "They're not back yet. We haven't heard from them…"

"It's still early, Poison." Fun Ghoul tried again, getting up now, getting in Party Poison's way. "And we wouldn't have heard from them, they've got no way of contacting us." Shaking his head, Party Poison argued, "What about the safe house? They'd have a radio, right? Why wouldn't they try to let us know they're alright?" Fun Ghoul knew Party Poison had sent himself straight into panic overload with this one, desperately tried to calm him down. Somehow managed to stop Party Poison, holding him still, hands on his arms. "Maybe it was late when they got there, maybe the safe house doesn't have a radio. There are plenty of explanations as to why we haven't heard from them. Now, please, Poison, calm down and stop worrying!"

"No!" Party Poison snapped, pushing Fun Ghoul away. "I will not calm down. Not when there's every possibility that something has happened to my brother while I was too busy letting myself get fucked!" Now that. That really hurt. Hands balled into fists (not that he'd use them, not against Party Poison, never) and eyes shut tight. "Don't!" Fun Ghoul forced out. He looked up again, finally. Eyes shining, defiant. He wasn't crying. "Poison… You don't even realise, do you? You needed that, last night. You've been so fucking wound up and uptight, and I know it's because of the stress you've given yourself, leading us, and don't think I'm not fucking grateful, because I am, for everything, but I- we're worried about you, Poison. It's like you don't have an 'off' switch or something. You just keep marching on and on and on. And, last night? It was like you finally found a release, an 'off' switch. I wasn't expecting it to happen, and I'm sure as fuck you weren't expecting it. But I am glad it happened, and I am not sorry!" Party Poison watched, and listened, blank faced as Fun Ghoul practically screamed this at him. When it was clear he was done, Party Poison stepped closer. His voice was cutting, painful, "If anything's happened to my brother, or Jet., you'd fucking better be." Then he pushed past Fun Ghoul, who turned, tried calling out to him, was ignored.

Even now, Fun Ghoul could remember the horrible feeling he'd had after that conversation. The way Party Poison had said it. Like there was no… Connection. No meaning. Made him feel dirty, wrong. Like he'd forced Party Poison into something.

But Jet Star and Kobra Kid did come back, safely. After a lecture from Party Poison and various "sorry's" from the two of them, things settled back to normal. Almost.

Fun Ghoul and Party Poison had avoided each other the whole day. Now Party Poison tracked him down, didn't have to try too hard, Fun Ghoul was sitting outside, round the back, staring out into the nothingness that is their world. And still, little gasped moments of last night invaded his thoughts. It was getting dark now, and he knew he should be thinking about heading back in. That's when Party Poison turned up. "Ghoul?" Said gently. Fun Ghoul looked up, "Yeah?" Party Poison sighed, crouched down beside him. "I just… I'm sorry. About-""It's fine." Fun Ghoul interrupted, even though it only was now because Party Poison was talking to him again. "I know you were worried." "Yeah" Party Poison agreed, "But I shouldn't… Last night… I…" Then, making sure he had Fun Ghoul's full eye contact, "Thank you." And that completely erased all the nasty feelings Fun Ghoul had been having.

It was agreed that it had been a good thing, but they also agreed it would never happen again.

For a while they actually believed that.