The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys

Poison did his show with a limp, placing around the stage painfully. He tried to give it his all, but his all he left in bed this morning. Ghoul, of course, told him to stay in bed but he refused. M would be kissed and so would his fans. Basically that's why he did it, his fans. He could take a beating from M, not the disappointment of his fans.
"Don't tease." Ghoul growled behind him and Poison jumped up, startled, spinning towards the younger.
"I-I didn't-I was doing this dishes...we ran out of soap..." Poison tried to explain the reason he was bent over like that, his mask only covering some of his light blush.
"Did anyone ever tell you you have a perfect ass?" He smirked, leaning over and smacking the unsuspecting flesh. Poison gasped, turning a harsh red all over.
"G-Ghoul-"
"Frank." He snapped, before grinning. "Or daddy, y'know."
"S-stop-" Poison gasped, not denying how turned on he was but not wanting this. Frank backed him up against the sink, sucking on the soft skin on the elder's throat.
"Gee.." Frank murmured against the sweaty skin, pressing closer to the one he needed the most at that second.
"St-op..." Poison sobbed. "I don't.want this, Frank! Please." Poison begged, only for his cries to go ignored as Frank palmed him roughly through his tight jeans.
"Stop, Frank! I don't-"
"Shut up, whore." Frank growled against the skin of the man who he thought loved him.
"I'm-I'm not Gerard or Gee or p-please. Let me go..." Poison whimpered, tears pouring off his cheeks as his heart raced. In that moment Frank was no better than Bert McCracken.

Notes

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