Just read Gerard's Killjoy comic last night and Jesus fuck I needed to write this. Ouch. I can't get over the fact that he added a gay couple and my heart is fucking melting. Geesus. So I made this and it was a lot like the relationship in the book (not adding spoilers, but you know which one I'm talking about if you've read it.) also decided to try out Gerallon.

Thanks for 16K reads btw and I'll continue this, for now I just want to sleep. I would have waited but I was eager so here:

Ship: Gerard/Dallon
Words: 1232

"Gerard? Love?" There's a knock at the door and I jump.

I look up from where I'm looking through documents. Documents I can't bare to let Dallon see. He would probably freak out. Call me a freak. Tell me to leave, but sometimes I still wonder if he knows and he's just hiding it. So I won't worry.

"One moment," I call, shoving the papers of my next targets into the drawer of my desk and quickly locking it.

I stand up and go to the door, straightening to jacket as I open it and am met with the tall boy's lips on mine, pulling me up and smiling into the kiss. I smile back, laughing just slightly as he weaves his fingers in my fire truck red hair.

"Sorry it took so long, work's been a pain. How are you?"

He pulls away, shutting his eyes and pressing his forehead to mine, caressing my smiling face gently.

"I'm alright, I'm running a bath if you wanted to join? We haven't really talked much lately," he whispers, "I-If you're busy, though, that's fine."

I smile gently and kiss him again, "no, I'd love to. Let me finish up something real quick and I'll be right in."

"Good," he smiles, kissing me yet again, then again, and again, and again.

"Mmph, Dal."

He giggles softly, pulling away to let me breathe, "I love you,"

"I love you, too," I smile, looking into his warm eyes fondly, then pulling away as he turns and goes to the bathroom to check on the water.

I return to my office, shutting the door and quickly opening the drawer beneath my desk back up again, running my fingers against the same brown wood smoothly.

I pull the last two documents I'm working on up onto the desk, and sigh as I look through the papers with tired eyes. I have five targets I have to go through in any order I want, as long as it's done by the deadline. Patrick Stump, Josh Dun, Ray Toro... the next one reads Jon Walker.

I read through it quickly, but it doesn't really spark my interest. He's just another cheat to the company. In a lot of debt that might never be paid back.

I turn it over but as soon as my eyes latch onto the next picture, they widen and I gasp, choking in shock.

Dallon James Weekes. Age: 34. Sex: Male.

Has come in emotional contact with a member of Young Sinjoy Corp, Gerard Way. A violation of rule 5 stating, "No officer of the corporation will be attached to another emotionally." Target must be killed.

Due date: 05/20/17

I look up at the calendar.

May 13th, 2017.

1 week.

I run my fingers through my hair, stressed as I slam my elbows down on the table and stare at the sheet with wide, stressed eyes.

Dallon James Weekes... violation of rule five... to another emotionally... 03/20/17...

"Gerard? The bath is full!" Dallon calls.

"Coming!" I call back, choking back tears.

I take a deep breath. I can't let him see me like this. He can't know. He would leave me. He would abandon me. Break up. I'm supposed to kill him but it still terrifies me. I just... fuck.

One more deep breath.

I pack the papers away and plaster a smile on my face once I've shut the drawer and after a moment of forcing it out of myself, I leave my chair and head to the bathroom, shutting the door behind myself. I see Dallon in the bathroom, looking down at the tub with a sad kind of expression on his face. I feel my heart melt a little at the sight and I quickly strip off my shirt as I near him, smiling gently.

He smiles as soon as I enter the room and shut the door, plastering a grin on his smooth face and it just makes it worse on me. The fact that he would fake smiles just to make me happy.

"Hey." He says softly, standing and kissing me. I kiss back, letting our lips rest together and eventually open to let his tongue in, playing with mine softly. Almost lovingly.

"Hey," I reply once we've pulled away from each other. He laughs softly and tugs off his shirt, then goes to me and pops the button on my jeans, letting them fall to the floor just before I start with his belt.

"I love you," he says quietly.

I finish with his belt and after a moment of just blanking out, I look up and smile gently, "I love you, too."

I finish with his jeans and once they're on the floor, I kiss him gently, slanting my lips over his.

He pulls away and pulls down my boxers just before he undoes his own and climbs in the tub, me following soon after. As soon as the curtain is shut, I feel him kiss my neck, the warm water coming up to my upper torso and his arms around my middle, gently moving up to my back and massaging the knots from my muscles.

We sit for a while, my mind wandering and my stress level probably skyrocketing. I can't get over the document. The name. The date. The assignment. Another target I need to kill for the company.

I know I shouldn't have fallen in love. It's against their policy. I signed a contract that said I wouldn't do it, and if I did, it would be my responsibility to exterminate the problem. (*insert doctor who reference*).

"You alright?"

I hum,, looking up at my beautiful boyfriend, his dark brown hair shading his face and his lips curved into a content smile. It warms my heart and breaks it.

"Yeah, just a little stressed, I guess." I reply.

He hums. And after a moment replies, "You need to take vacation. We could go to Seattle or Chicago or New Jersey or something. We need to get away from life for a while... I... I almost never see you anymore, Gee. You're always stuck in your room, working on one thing or another. I just want to see your beautiful face again. I wanna see you happy..."

I look up at him, showing him a sorrowful smile and I nearly break down. Because I am happy. I'm so fucking happy, but I'm afraid. Afraid of what might happen if we were to be caught if...

If we don't run away.

"I'm sorry, Babe... I'll try to stay out of the office as much as I can. Okay? I just get carried away, y'know?"

"Yeah..." he whispers. Then kissing my neck gently, "I know."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."