New fic....
Story Title: Destiny -Folie a Duex Edition: Part 1
Story Type: Slash, AU
Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Joe Trohman
Pairings: Peterick,
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Fandom: Bandom (FOB)
Series: Destiny -Folie a Duex Edition
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, OK? They belong to themselves, obviously. Although, if you could still own people, you know Pete would have started saving his money the first time Patrick opened his mouth.
Warnings: Slash, language
Summary: Sometimes there are two people who are so tied together, who's very essence are always searching for each other, who need each other the same way other people need air or water; that no matter the circumstances surrounding them, they will meet and they will change each other's lives. It's their destiny -it's as simple, and complicated, as that.
A/N: Um, they were asking for it?
A/N: Basically, this is just going to be random drabbles of the boys that I can't fit into any other stories or 'verses that I'm currently writing. Enjoy, peeps.
Serial Killer 'verse:
Patrick looked at the body splayed out in front of him; female, naked, age 22-27, red-hair. The body was face down, hiding the slit throat and multiple bruises that he knew were decorating her body. On the wall behind the victim there was a message scrawled: she wasnt you.
It was in the same handwriting as the notes that had started showing up on Patrick's desk on the first Saturday of every month.
There was talk from the brass about pulling him off the case, that he was too involved in this; that he couldn't close the case.
Patrick couldn't even argue the point, he was too involved in this. The moment he had run into a stranger at a bar and proceeded to make out with him against the wall of said bar, had been the beginning of the end of his life as he had known it.
He hadn't known, then, who Pete Wentz was; it had been the first week of January and only the second body had shown up, there had been barely enough time to establish that it was a serial, never mind time to get the profile hammered out.
All he had known was that he was inexplicably drawn to Pete, the guy he kept running into at the bar he went a couple days a week after work. They always ended up at the same table in the back, only the two of them, with Pete pressed close to Patrick's side.
It was one of the first things Patrick had noticed about Pete -he had no concept of personal space and he invaded Patrick's like it was his personal right. And Patrick...let him. No one else ever even tried it -Patrick had a quick right hook and he wasn't afraid to use it- but with Pete, it was different, right from the start. He let Pete touch him pretty much however he wanted.
They would have a couple drinks, talk for hours and then make out in the alley for a good thirty minutes before Pete would pull away from Patrick and tell him he should head home. Patrick usually found himself obeying before he even realized it; he had to get up early, anyway, so it was usually floating around in his mind that he needed sleep to begin with.
Once or twice, he had hesitantly asked Pete if he had wanted to go back to his apartment -Patrick wasn't a virgin, hadn't been one since Alicia Destenado crawled on top of him when he was thirteen, but something about Pete (and that was one thing that never changed for Patrick, that indefinable something that always hung around Pete Wentz) made him feel that same nervousness again- but Pete had just grinned at him, all crinkly eyed and completely captivating, and told him, “Not yet, 'Trick -you're almost there, but I need you to be ready for the next level. And when we're there... We'll be nothing anyone's ever seen before.”
It wasn't until he started getting the notes at his desk and with the bodies, that Patrick finally put it together; and even that was because they had managed to get a surveillance picture of the lower arm of the person who dumped the eighth body. It was grainy and in black and white, but Patrick would recognize those tattoos any where.
He didn't say anything to any of the other detectives that were working the case, not even his partner Joe Trohman. He just stared at it for almost a full minute before shaking his head and agreeing with the people clustered around his desk on it being the killer.
When Patrick saw Pete that night, he was outside of the bar, an amused smirk twisting his lips as Patrick walked up to him.
“You. It's you,” Patrick said and he couldn't keep the betrayal out of his voice.
“Of course,” Pete answered as he turned and walked into an alley that Patrick knew as well as his own living room.
“Who else would be able to keep your attention the way I do?” Pete questioned, spreading his arms and indicating the rest of the city.
“Who else understands you? Who else knows your talents, knows that you're just settling here? Settling for an average, normal life -when it's obvious that you're destined for greater things. Obvious that you were meant for me, meant to help me spread my message. You're just meant to be my everything, Patrick.
“We were destined to find each other, to complete each other. As soon as I saw you by the first one, I knew it,” Pete told him, his voice dropping low enough to send shivers down Patrick's spine.
He turned to where Patrick was standing, his hands fisted at his sides. Pete offered his own hand to him, palm up.
“We would be great, 'Trick, I can feel it,” Pete said, his voice soft and contemplative. “We both need this; I know it and you know it. The question is: can you take the final step to me? Can you let go of everything -and one- else and be wholly committed to this life?”
There was a long, drawn out pause before Patrick placed his hand in Pete's and followed him into the dark alley.
“You'll never regret this, Patrick,” he had murmured later when he had Patrick pinned beneath him, his hands trapped in his own handcuffs and Pete was whispering his undiluted message into Patrick's willing ears. “You and me, we're going to be golden. They're going to look at what we have and fucken seethe with jealousy that they don't have it.”
After that, Patrick still went to work and he still did his job, but he had a very different agenda in mind now.