Notes: For all my GTA V/FAHC Based fics, I will alternate between Jack being female and male. I will also alternate between Jeremy and Ray being in the crew, as with the other Achievement Hunter based ones, too.

I will also make a proper cover soon, just wanted to get this out as soon as I could. ♡

Universe: GTA V

Genre: fluff/major angst

Warnings: Curse words, Major injury, Blood.

Prompt: "For the love of God, do something with that FAHC Freewood you started! But make it Mavin, 'cause Mavin is better." ~ A friend.

Word count: 3364

Summary: The Fake AH Crew go on a vacation of sorts. But, of course, you can't go on holiday as the top most wanted criminals in Los Santos, no matter where you went or how much you changrd your appearance, without stirring up trouble.

Apologies for any mistakes, and if you spot any please point them out to me.

For Elise_Hufflepuff

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"Gavin, come on. Stop 'faffing about' and get out here." Michael's crackling voice came through the earpiece and mocked the blonde from outside the Fake AH apartment, putting on a crude British accent.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming! Just—Just give me a minute!" Gavin huffed from the inside.

"Too much information."

"MICOO!" Michael chuckled, wincing a little at the volume of Gavin's indignant squawk.

The British man came jogging out of the door not long after, his golden sunglasses resting on his brow. Michael flicked them down over his eyes and flung an arm around his neck as they walked to the eight-seater parked out front, the redhead asking "Was it good?" To an exaggerated groan and a shove from Gavin as he caught the message.

"Guys, please, keep it professional," Geoff said jokingly as they slid the side door open and got in, squashing Jeremy against the other side. Gavin noticed this and spread out as much as possible, literally pushing the man's face into the window as he 'stretched', before Jeremy kicked him and he retracted his limbs with a grin.

"Sorry, Lil' J, didn't see you there."

"Was that just a short joke."

"Uh, sure!"

"I don't like you." Jeremy grabbed hold of Gavin's shoulders and pulled him into a headlock, ruffling his already-messy wheat coloured hair, a fond smile on his face. The Brit gurgled until Jeremy let go, crossing his arms behind his head and stretching his legs out in the footwell.

"Everyone ready to go?"

"Ready!" The crew simultaneously parroted back to Geoff, who was sitting shotgun next to Jack.

"Then let's go."

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"I miss Los Santos."

"We've only been here three hours, Gavin."

"Yeah, but I do. Can't I go and set something on fire or something? Geoff?"

"Absolutely not."

Gavin huffed and unpaused his game of Mario Kart, cursing as he immediately got pushed off the edge of the course by a cackling Michael.

"I'm in sixth now, Micool! Sixth!" Michael laughed as he crossed the finish line in first place a moment later, Gavin a few seconds behind him having made it back up to fourth.

"Mogar wins." Michael said in a low, dramatic voice, giving Gavin an evil smirk, the latter shoving him playfully and smiling.

"Alright, Mogar. If you're so tough, bet you can't beat me in a contest of my own choice!" Michael cocked his head, his interest piqued. "Aha, that caught your interest, didn't it? Alright. Here's the deal. You beat me in a game of my choice, and I'll buy us all drinks for the rest of the trip," Michael grinned, sensing an easy victory. "But, if I win, you have to sleep in my room with me until we get back to Los Santos." Gavin smiled, and Michael shrugged, mildly confused at how little Gavin wanted if he won. And the fact that the little thing in question was for Michael to share a bed with him.

"Jesus Christ, Gavin, you're one strange guy sometimes."

"What, you chicken?"

"Hell no!"

"Well then?"

"It's a deal." They shook on it, and as Gavin grinned from ear to ear, Michael had to admit he felt a little bit of worry start to creep up into the back of his mind, and he began to feel slightly more unsure of his victory than he would've liked to admit.

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Michael rolled over onto his side as quietly as he could, so as to not upset the softly snoring man laid next to him. He sighed and pulled the duvet up over his head, now slowly suffocating himself in the trapped heat and air underneath. But, he found something comforting about the warmth of Gavin next to him, the smell of him all over the bedclothes, the slight upward movement of the covers as the blonde breathed, Michael relished in it.

He shuffled a little closer, breathing in Gavin's scent and smiling, brushing his nose against the British man's clothed back as gently as possible, not wanting to wake the younger man and be discovered.

He rested his forehead against Gavin's body, shutting his eyes and concentrating on the feeling of the Brit's cotton shirt, the sound and feel of his friend's gentle breathing, and the sweet smell he was cocooned in, that he couldn't describe using words, it was just so warm and so sweet and so... undeniably Gavin.

Michael pulled his knees up into himself, freezing when he felt the back of the Brit's thighs and knees touch the tops of his own as their legs slotted together. Michael blushed. How embarrassing. Although, much as he pretended to hate it, he loved it more than he would ever want to say out loud. But something still felt wrong. He wanted to press himself closer, to feel Gavin's back against his chest, to nestle his nose into the nape of the Brit's neck and wrap his arms around that skinny waist.

He hesitantly lifted an arm and laid it in the dip of Gavin's waist, his eyebrows furrowing in sadness and frustration as he knew he couldn't hold him any tighter. He then moved closer, pulling the miraculously-still-sleeping blonde gently backwards to meet him, before lifting his head up and resting it behind Gavin's, his nose nuzzling just behind the Brit's pierced ear.

"Godamm, Gavin," Michael murmured. "What are you doing to me, boi? First, you made me lose a bet, and now you've turned me all soft and cuddly. Is your shirt lined with drugs? Is that what this is? Is that why my head and my chest are all fuzzy?" He lifted his arm up to stroke Gavin's hair gently, feeling his eyes begin to close. He yawned. "Well, goodnight and I'll see you in the morning, Dickie Bitch... I love you..."'

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"Mmm... Wha..." Gavin groaned quietly as he groggily opened his eyes, only to shut them again as they were hit by the sharp sunlight reflecting off the mirrored wardrobe in the corner, the Brit mumbling an annoyed "Fuck..." and rolling over. He opened his eyes into a squint again, before he widened them, feeling suddenly wide awake, at the sight he saw before him.

Michael's arms were wrapped around his waist, and, now that he'd turned around, their noses brushed against each other. The redhead's face scrunched up and he sighed out something that Gavin couldn't quite make out. Michael seemed pretty asleep, so he decided to try something he'd done to Ryan a few weeks ago.

"Micool. What did you say?" He whispered gently.

"Mmph..."

"What?"

"Gafbhin."

"Gavin?" Michael nodded lazily, and he felt a cheeky smile creep up onto his face. "Who's Gavin?"

"He'smah... bestfrienmd..."

"Your best friend?" Michael nodded again. "What's he like, this 'Gavin' person?"

"...Hees acutefnm... an hesmellsbhnice..."

"O-oh..." Gavin blushed.

"Ineed... tahwakenmup... beforehee...ffindsnnm..."

"Before he finds what?"

"Out..."

"What can't Gavin find out?"

"Whenhewaszz... zasleeping..."

"Go on..."

"Isaid... IsaidmhDickie Bitchhnm... g'night... anndI lovve you... mmm."

"You said what?"

"I...mmph... Ineed... tahwakenmup beforehefinddsmeph... Bbut I couldnnn't hellp it... hhe was soowarm and soft n gorgeousn...cuddly..." Michael's mouth curled up into a smile, and Gavin realised that the Jersey man had been spooning him, and that must be what he was talking about.

"What if Gavin finds out? What will you do?"

"Hhecant findoutt..."

"Why not?"

"He'll hatememn..." Michael face turned sad, and Gavin felt his heart lurch at the adorable sleeping man.

"No, he won't." Michael nodded miserably. "But what if Gavin liked it?" Michael froze and opened his eyes wide as he realised who was talking to him. Gavin grinned.

"I'll be damned if that wasn't the sweetest thing I've ever seen." He cooed, and Michael scrunched his face up again, blinking and looking around.

"You keep your mouth shut. You heard nothing." Michael's voice was hoarse with sleep and he sat up, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.

"Aww, Micool. You're much nicer when you're asleep."

"Shut up. That wasn't nice." He sulked, slightly hurt that Gavin did that behind his back.

"Oh, Micool, I'm sorry-"

"No, you're not."

"I am, Micoo, I didn't mean to upset you..." Gavin sat up too, shuffling closer and putting an arm around Michael's shoulders. "I just thought it would be interesting to see what you said about me, I didn't know that you'd say that." He nuzzled into Michael's neck and the redhead's mind went blank for a moment, the tops of his ears going hot.

"G-Gavin..."

"And besides," The Brit continued, ignoring him. "Gavin did like it." He kissed Michael's neck hotly, the older man blushing and feeling the hairs on his arms and neck stand up.

"Y-you did?" The blonde nodded.

"I don't sleep that heavily, y'know..." Gavin breathed across the kiss he had just planted, the damp patch feeling colder than the other skin and making Michael swallow thickly.

"So, ah, how much did you... Y'know... Notice...?"

"Mmm... Only all of it..." Thin fingers moved to feel along the neckline of Michael's shirt. "But boy, am I glad I did."

"S-so that means-"

"Yeah, I like you too, ya pleb."

"Thank fucking Christ." Gavin chuckled and they sat in silence for a moment, Gavin pressing kisses to Michael's neck and playing with his fingers in his lap. Eventually, Michael was the one who broke the comfortable silence.

"Gavin?"

"Yeah."

"Can I kiss you?" Gavin smiled against his neck.

"You don't even have to ask, love." Michael's heart fluttered at the pet name, and he turned to peck Gavin experimentally on the lips.

"C'mon, you can do better than that."

"I just don't want to upset you."

"Oh, Micool, you silly thing." Gavin tilted his head downwards to meet Michael, affectionately rubbing their noses together with an amused hum before leaning in to kiss him fondly. The kiss they shared was the happiest, most gentle and loving kiss Michael had ever had; Gavin's lips were beautifully soft, and the curve of them fit right into his. Gavin smiled and took Michael's trembling hands in his own, wordlessly reassuring the redhead that it was all okay. Gavin grinned as he pulled away and opened his eyes, watching Michael as he opened his eyes too, and sat there frozen, as if stunned.

"I-Gavin, I-" He cut himself off, before mumbling quietly, "I don't know what to say."

"In a good way, or a bad way?"

"Amazing. Breathtaking. I-I love you."

"I love you too, Micoo." Gavin hugged Michael and pressed a sweet kiss behind his ear.

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After a few blissful minutes of cuddling, Geoff slammed open the door to Gavin's bedroom, causing the blushing pair to jump apart.

"Geoff?! Wot-"

"You gotta get your weapons, guys. Someone spotted us!" The worry in the gent's piercing blue eyes sent unpleasant shivers down both boy's spines.

"How?"

"Not the time! All the fucking cops in the world are outside our house! Go! Emergency plan four!" All three of them heard a deep voice yelling, and then loud gunshots as Ryan started taking out the first cops who broke down the door and attempted to enter.

"Now!" Gavin leapt to his feet, snatching his golden handgun out of his bedside drawer, stuffing extra ammo in his pockets. Michael got up and ran to the next room over, presumably grabbing his own stuff.

Gavin brushed his hair briefly, Geoff shouting at him that "It wasn't important" but he had to look his best at all times. He slapped his sunglasses on, slipped his feet into his shoes and ran out of the bedroom door, meeting Michael (Now sporting his trademark leather jacket, two strips of sticky bombs across his shoulders, and an M16 in his hands.) in the hallway.

Gavin let out a shout and ducked as he was shot at first, Michael immediately firing back down the stairs and taking out a wave of police units. The golden boy stood up, putting a bullet through the head of a man with his gun aimed at a preoccupied Ryan.

"Cover me!" He shouted to Michael, the redhead nodding and forcing the cops back as they tripped over the corpses of their teammates.

"Fuck, this place is gonna be ruined by the time we're done!" Michael called as Gavin ran down the stairs to do his thing.

"And its a rental, too!" Geoff complained, picking off a few men through the window. "Jeremy! Get to the roof with a sniper rifle! We got reinforcements coming in hot!" He rubbed his hands together gleefully as the younger ran to get into position. "Like shooting fish in a barrel." He chuckled.

Downstairs, Gavin was thoroughly enjoying himself. Due to the thinning number of people downstairs, he was having fun putting the gun to the heads of the few that were left, perhaps saying a few words, and maybe a little more, before watching their bodies drop to the ground.

"You cops are way too stressed out." Bang. The golden boy moved on to the next one before the other man's body had even hit the floor.

"Maybe you should take a leaf out of my book and smile a little." Bang.

"You can smile in heaven now. How does that sound?" Bang.

He hopped smoothly over the bleeding corpses on the floor, frowning at the blood on his shoes, before standing in front of his last victim. He gracefully slipped behind him with a smile, whispering "Sweet dreams, handsome." and kissing him on the cheek with a low chuckle before holding the gun to the man's head and pulling the trigger.

He chuckled again, reloading his gun while Ryan smirked at him with approval as the last body in the house dropped with a thud, a dull thwack, much like that of a baseball bat smacking a bag of sand.

"Nice." Ryan said, and Gavin grinned wolfishly, running ring-covered fingers through his wheat-blonde hair.

"Geoff! How are we doing?" He called up the stairs. "Are we all cle-" He choked and reeled backwards suddenly, his legs giving out and his body curving in on itself as the bullet hit him square in the chest. There was nothing he could've done. Nothing anyone could've done. Gavin felt the blood rise in his throat and he opened his mouth, the thick red liquid filling his mouth and spilling over the sides of his slack jaw. He coughed as he choked on his blood, the dark red spattering across the cream wall in front of him. He laid down on his side, his vision swimming with stinging tears. Everything was happening so fast, and yet, it felt like it was all in slow-motion.

"Gavin!" Ryan was the first to get to him, sliding to his knees to kneel by his side.

"Geoff!" He called. Michael ran down the stairs as soon as he saw what had happened, having been in his room putting away his weapons. The redhead stood over him, before collapsing onto the floor and immediately starting to cry.

"Gavin!" Michael's heart-wrenching scream was loud enough to alert Jeremy on top of the roof, and even Jack from inside the garage. Geoff ran towards them and, as Michael, Ryan and Gavin looked up at him, they looked just like they did when he first took them in: Confused, scared, and hurt. He took a deep breath as tears began to sting his eyes too, and Jack put her hand on his shoulder gently, having come in from the garage, before desperately going up to see if Gavin could be saved.

"Michael? What's- Oh shit, Gavin!" Jeremy made his presence known, running to kneel beside Michael, who was removing his leather jacket. He folded it, before lifting Gavin's head gently and placing it underneath the golden boy's head. The blonde smiled weakly up at him, before clearing his throat to speak, his voice watery.

"I love you guys. Don't forget me." He let his head drop back against Michael's jacket, his eyes unfocused and watering, but that classic smirk still spread across his cheeks as he shut them and let the tears roll down his cheeks silently. The tears mingled with the blood that he had got onto his cheeks from out of his nose to create red streams that made it look like he was crying blood. He could hardly breathe; the bullet had shattered his breastbone and the pieces had lodged themselves into his heart and lungs, and the blood pumping up his throat was blocking his airway.

"What? No! Gavin, no! Don't say that! We'll get you upstairs, and Jack can get that bullet out, and she'll patch you up... It'll be just fine, Gav!"

"It's too late for that." Jack grimaced, heavy tears running down her own cheeks.

"No, no! It's not too late! Please! It's not too late!" He cried, banging a fist on the floor and looking around at everyone as if expecting them to produce something to heal Gavin.

But they all knew Michael wasn't stupid. Gavin had been shot bang in the chest by one of the policemen outside the house. His heart couldn't survive for more than a minute, not with such a direct hit, and, at the rate he was losing blood, his brain would completely shut down after about five minutes anyway.

"All that is gold cannot shine forever." The blonde coughed out, thick blood still running out of his nose and mouth in copious amounts. "But I know that we belong together." He quickened his breathing in an attempt to keep himself from choking, but he only made matters worse, as his heart began to pump faster, the blood not going where it was supposed to go and instead just pouring out into his body. "So, after all my blood runs cold, I'll see you again when you grow old." It sounded rehearsed, like Gavin had made the poem specifically to say as he was dying.

"No! This wasn't supposed to happen! You were supposed to come back upstairs with me, and we could hang out together! I was supposed to take you on a date this Friday! We were supposed to get married, and go on our honeymoon, Gavin!"

A gentle smile crept its way onto Gavin's cheeks as he finally succumbed to the injury, laying limp in Michael's arms, as if imagining such a time with the redhead was the last thing he thought of before he had to leave for good.

"No!! Gavin!!" Michael screamed, burying his face into the golden boy's still-bleeding chest. He could hear the sobbing of his crew members behind him, and he could taste the powerful metallic taste of Gavin's blood in his mouth, so strong that even the fluid itself could've been made of gold. Michael was starting to hyperventilate, as it was not easy to breathe with his face pressed into the chest of a bleeding body. Yet he didn't move, instead nuzzling closer, letting his tears and Gavin's blood sting his eyes.

"You were my Boi, Gavin... I loved you..." Michael wept, anguish racking his body with every wave of tears. And, as he felt the rest of the gang solemnly cuddle around him, Michael liked to imagine he heard Gavin whispering back:

"I love you too, Bickie Ditch."