Author: VividZombie/Chuchucabose Pairings: Sonny/Joel, Skrillex/Deadmau5, and Skrillmau5 Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~1,013 Summary: A drunken night together that neither can remember begins to bring together Sonny and Joel, and let's not forget their new little bundle of joy! Notes/Warnings: BoyxBoy and I do not own Sonny or Joel. They belong to each other. Mpreg. Enjoy! : 3
Chapter 7
Lights flash and blind Joel temporarily as he travels back stage to wait on a couch located just behind the main stage.
'Sonny should be back soon so I'll just chill here.' Joel mutters to himself as he takes a seat on the plush red couch backstage, grabbing a cold Coke found on the complimentary drink bar behind stage.
People pass and noises clash but there's still no sign of Sonny 20 minutes later and Rob is starting to pace back and forth and back and forth. It's starting to freak him out just a little bit. He tries to tell himself that the wetness on his palms is the sweating from the half drank coke can in his hand, but he can't lie to himself when it comes to his Sonny.
When it's time for Sonny's set and there is no Sonny for it; that's when it kicks Joel in the gut. Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong. Skrillex never misses a set, ever. He loves his fans to much to disappoint them.
"Hey! Where is Skrills? I thought you said he'd be right back?"
"That's what he told me! I don't know where he is! I'm starting to freak out a little. We need to go out there and find him. Maybe he's stuck in the bathroom. Probably fell in the toilet, fucking goblin."
Marching out of the room Joel doesn't even look back to see if Rob is following him. He was a man on a mission. Sonny doesn't just disappear, he couldn't.
When Leoj slams the doors to the bathroom open, he's only met with the startled faces of two half naked guys up against the wall. They amble out the door, faces tinted pink as Joel scowers the stalls for signs of his boyfriend. When there was none Joel forces him to accept reality. Someone has taken his Sonny and his daughter.
He doesn't notice the salty tears building in his eyes until Rob ambles through the door way, eyes growing wide with shock.
"Rob you gotta help me. I think someone took Sonny. They took him Rob. They took him and my daughter and- and- and… I don't know what to do anymore. Please man, you gotta help me."
"It'll be alright dude. We'll find him, I promise."
Tied down tightly to the chair again, Sonny knows there is no escaping this time. The ropes dug into his wrists, securing him to what felt to him like an electric chair for he knew it would be the place he left this earth.
When he looks at his attackers face, Sonny can only see rage; pure, blind rage. It is the last thing he sees's before a palm the size of his face comes hurtling towards him, knocking him unconscious.
When he does awaken though he is no longer in the chair, but tied to the soft warm bed with another body wrapped around his, soundly sleeping and snoring lightly into the pillow. With a tug of his wrist Sonny notices that his attacker has gotten lazy with his knots and is easily able to slide his tiny wrists out of the poor knots.
Unwinding himself from the arm wrapped around his torso, Sonny slides out of the bed, stepping lightly across the carpet towards the door. Reaching his destination, he slowly opens and slides out of the room peeking to make sure the monster was still asleep.
Once outside Sonny walks quietly until he reaches the lobby and then bolts out of the hotel and down the streets, running the easy three blocks to Joel's apartment, adrenaline pumping through his blood. When he's finally standing outside the familiar door, Sonny's energy drains and he falls to his knees.
At first Joel ignores the thump outside his door, anxiously waiting by the phone for Rob's call. They had stayed out all night looking for the goblin and when day light came Rob made him go home with a promise that he would keep looking and call him if he found anything.
But it was when he heard the quiet sniffles that soon followed that thump made him question his sanity. They sounded like the sniffles he's heard a thousand times from his lover. Curiosity peaked; Joel crosses over to the door from where he was purched on his white couch next to his phone, blankly watching some silly Disney movie that Sonny had left on the DVR.
When he looks at the ground and see's his goblin there curled around himself Joel can't help but lean down and pick him up, curling Sonny close in his long arms as he buries his nose in wild black curls inhaling deeply the scent of his lover.
Laying him down on the couch Joel wraps them both in blanket after blanket as Sonny shivers against him and cries, the tears soaking into Joel's shirt. When Sonny's tears have stopped and He's snoring into Joel's throat, is when he calls the road hog and tells him the news of Sonny's return.
After refusing to let rob come over he hangs up and watches his goblin sleep. Taking in his soft features turned rough by the black eye swelling roughly on his right side and the scars already forming from slash marks on his cheeks and neck, Joel has to hold on tight to remind himself that this isn't a dream and that this beautiful creature is home and safe in his arms and that he would never let him out of his sight again no matter what.
He would find who did this and give them hell.