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I like the emotion that I'm feeling with this. Not sure if I'm conveying it but it feels nice. Dark and rain and blood. I'm having a playlist coming in my mine. No Friend by Paramore, Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood, Hold On Til May by Pierce the Veil, Demolition Lovers by My Chemical Romance, Electric Love by BØRNS.

Gerard's skin is warm for the first time in a while.

Patrick had requested he kill a few people for that night, and he had. He needed lots of blood for something like this, and since Patrick wasn't quite ready to.... turn... they were left with this.

Patrick throws his head back, letting out a whorish moan as Gerard grazes his teeth over Patrick's neck, grazing the skin and drawing blood but pulling away soon after as he grabs lube from the table.

It's not very often that they do this. Only when Patrick needs reassurance. Only to make love. Only when they both feel so broken that they need to be brought together again. Only when they need each other more than ever. Never to just fuck. Never just a quickie. Never rough unless that's what the other needs. They agreed to it when they first met and Patrick was truly and utterly broken.

Patrick exhales deeply, letting his body move against Gerard's as he wishes, foreheads up against each other as Gerard grips Patrick's upper arm gently and kisses the other boy's lips.

They don't need to say anything as Patrick rises the slightest. Not a single word, because they know what the other needs. They know how much it hurts.

They're both broken, but together, they're fixed.