The Four Horsemen
Title: The Four Horsemen
Author:tabbyscout
Beta: Lovely Lily and Spell Check
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Davey Havok and Gerard Way/ Frank Iero
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Hourglass has watched the times slip by, a silent observer. Now the final grains of sand are nearing their fall. With the passing the world will end. Apocolypse!Fic (but from a different point of view).
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people mentioned in the story. Inspiration drawn from Good Omens and The Incarnation of Immortality Series as well as the Bible.
A/N: The second prompt "Final". Written for Lily as always. Love her bunches.
The Hourglass stood on a pedestal of marble the shown like freshly fallen snow. Surrounding it were Corinthian columns made of the same purity serving as the support for a large, highly ornate dome. An oculus stared down, engulfing the Hourglass in bright light at all times. Sun and moon moving in a dance, never touching, each took turns spying on the blood red sand. Watching as it slipped slowly through the Hourglass.
Since time had begun, the Hourglass had been there as a silent observer to humanity. Civilizations rose and fell. People loved, fought, starved and died. The world turned, nights and days melded together into one continuous blur of light. Humanity carried on, blissful in the lack of knowledge, unknowing of the cosmic tool that was sitting and waiting.
Waiting until the last moment, the time when the entire world would fall prey to the Horsemen. Waiting for that final moment, when the final grain of sand would fall onto the growing pile below and the Four would be free to roam the Earth. Fill their desire for death and destruction.
The Hourglass was simply a tool for Them, a means of counting down to when the world would end and they would get to ride forth. And the final grain was close to falling, time running out for humanity.
~~~
“Can you feel it?”
A thin bare body trembled as it stood silhouetted against the night sky. Pale skin was glowing in the moonlight, shadows cast by sharp, prominent bones. A slick of a dark brown hair fell over one eye while excitement danced in caramel colored orbs as they stared out over the sweeping, dark lawns of the manor. Rose pink lips quivered with anticipation and the young man let out a shaking little sigh.
“Of course. We’ll all feel it. Power…soon we will be at full strength. Nothing will be able to stop us. We’ll have to leave tomorrow to meet up with the others. But for now come back to bed. We must savor the free time we still have.”
Large eyes turned from the window and the tiny form moved back towards the large black draped bed. He crawled slowly over the coverings, feeling the silky material slide beneath his long fingers as he approached the other speaker.
Dark hair blended in with the blankets, shining with a brightness that not even the silk could match. This male’s form was larger, stronger than the others. Pale skin full of bright ink, creating patterns and images to be traced lay exposed, the black haired male just as bare as the lighter one. “Our time is coming Ryan. Soon…soon we’ll take our rightful places.” He murmured to his smaller lover as their lips connected.
“Will you promise one thing to me Davey?” Ryan whispered softly against the flesh.
“Anything.”
“Even when we get our full power…will you still call me Ryan?” he asked timidly.
“As long as you call me Davey.” was whispered right back. “Though around the others we may have to use our real names.”
Ryan crinkled his nose up a bit as he nuzzled into the other. “Famine…I’m so used to Ryan now…living amongst these mortals.” He shook his head, soft hair dancing against the others skin. “And Death…it no longer seems to fit you…”
Slender fingers ran down the smaller male’s back and Davey sighed, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. “I’m going to miss all of this I admit…” he murmured.
“So will. It’s been fun. Much more fun recently too.” Ryan said as he pressed his lips to the others chest, nipping at the skin. “Though it’s always fun with you around…”
Strong fingers stroked through soft hair once more and the dark haired male smiled a bit. “Sweet of you.” He said, pulling the thin form against his own, used to the prod of the delicate bones. “Beautiful Famine. All mine.”
Death and Famine had been together for a long time. At first, though they had known of each other only but had never crossed paths. Ryan would go and do his thing, destroying lands and people, leaving behind a wake of nothing but dry unyielding ground and the diseased, bloated corpses of animals. Davey would come later. It was the way that they had their fun. Killing off as many people as possible, just for the enjoyment and sport of it was a way they passed time.
Then one day Davey had come early. It was then that he had met Famine, Ryan. Standing amongst wilting crops in the burning sun of the afternoon, he had been beautiful. Soft lips were curled into sadist mirth as he stood to the side, watching as a group of emaciated people wandered through the field, trying to find anything that could be saved. Trying to find hope. Hope that Ryan destroyed completely.
The laughter that had poured from the small male’s lips as one of the children fell to the ground in exhaustion had been so light, dancing around Davey’s senses enticingly. He had to have him. He had to claim the smaller male as his own. Possess him. There was no use in denying his carnal desires. Even if the delicate creature didn’t want it, Davey was going to take him.
And take him he did. Right there against the hard, cracked ground. Clothes were ripped off, no words spoken as Davey pounded Ryan into the ground, nails digging into the prominent hips. Moans, growls and cries of pleasure echoed around the barren field. Even hundreds of years later rumors of the fielding being haunted were common.
It was only after, after both had reached the peak of their pleasure that they lay together and spoke. The sun warmed their flesh, gradually fading as they talked on into the night until Ryan fell asleep against Davey’s chest. Looking at the peaceful face of the seemingly fragile male as he slept, thin body curled tightly up, Davey knew he was going to have to keep him around.
From that moment on they were inseparable. Hopefully when the hour glass ran out they would still be able to be together. Heaven or Hell. It wouldn’t matter. There might even be a place for them when humanity was started over. All that Davey knew for sure, other than that he would play a part in the final days, was that the most important thing to him was Ryan.
The feelings seemed to be mutual if the way the younger male acted was any indication.
“Davey?”
It was Ryan’s soft murmur once more, his lips against the others chest.
“Hm?”
“I know we’re not supposed to be able to but…” he trailed off for a moment.
“Go on.” Davey encouraged.
“I’m pretty sure that I love you.”
“Oh…Ryan.”
The dark haired male lifted the smaller male’s head and pressed a light kiss to his lips. “I love you to.” he said softly. “You’re my beautiful one. Now let’s make love.”
With an excited nod from Ryan, the bigger male pinned him back against the bed, the bodies of the two powerful creatures twisting and sliding together.
~~~
Smoke filled the air. Twining erratically around the wide-eyed faces of the troops. The loud sounds of gunfire moved with it, made love to the smoke. It all blended together so beautifully. So erotically. A beauty that only few could appreciate.
Bodies littered the ground amidst the rubbish from destroy foliage and buildings. Everywhere. Bodies felled and stilled.
Blood watered the land. Blood from young boys thrust into a fight they knew nothing about. Thrust into the bitter world of war too soon, too early. With no idea of what they were in for. Innocent eyes, frightened eyes, watching terrified as their comrades, their friends, and their brothers were cut down in their prime by the bullets of another.
In the middle of all the chaos there was a small bubble of piece. No one passed through that area, the bullets didn’t hit it, the smoke wouldn’t fill it. It was calm while everything else was erratic and fast paced. There was something off about it, something that no one could pinpoint and no tried to.
Two dark haired males stood the eye of the storm, not phased by the horror of the scene surrounding them. In fact they couldn’t even see it. They were too lost in a passionate embrace, lips crushed together tightly. The smaller of the two had his arms wrapped around the taller one’s neck, their bodies pressed flush.
Far from turning them off, the sounds of the dying victims of the pointless war just added more fervor to their actions, hands groping and digging into soft flesh.
“Gee.” The short one purred as he pulled away from the kiss, his tongue flicking out over a glinting piece of metal in his lip. “It’s so close. So fucking close. I can feel it.” His nails curled up, digging into the white skin of the others neck.
A soft laugh laced with violent desire rang out, louder than the gun fire and screaming. “Oh I know. It’s so fucking good.” He ground their hips together as he spoke. “Almost as good as sex…almost.”
Laughter from both now, the sound mingling together in the same way their bodies had.
“Think of it Frankie. We’re going to have days and days of this. On a more massive scale. Fighting everywhere. So much blood spilled. So many lives taken. Oh fuck…it’s going to be amazing.” Gerard’s hands moved to tangle in the smaller one’s hair, tugging him into another deep kiss.
Unlike Ryan and Davey, Frank and Gerard had been together from the very beginning. Conquest and War. They were made for each other. Two halves of the same creature it seemed, two halves that fit together perfectly. They shared the same love of blood and death. They got off on torturing people. And they both loved getting personal with it.
Frank loved nothing more than seeing Gerard covered in the blood of mortals. In the old days he would rest back in the nearest shade, his gold crown askew on his dark hair, and watch as the larger male charged directly into battle, a large silver sword raised high in the air. He would find his pleasure in the image of his lover (always visible to him among the plain, dull mortals).
Many times he would reach his climax at his own hand before Gerard had made it back to him. And War would always know. He would smell it on the younger’s skin. He would see it in the content smile on his lips. It was alluring to him. The lust behind it all.
Still covered in the blood of others, Gerard would pressed Frank back against the ground, smearing and tainting his lovers flesh with the dark red liquid. No words would need to be spoken between them. War would strip Conquest and the smaller of the two would be fucked into the ground as hard as possible, his screams of pleasure adding to the din of the battles. Nails would dig into immortal flesh and hair would be pulled in ecstasy. Teeth would press to flesh, muffling the moans and whimpers. It was an understanding. The death and destruction surrounding them was the perfect aphrodisiac.
Afterwards, when they had both come down from their high the time for tenderness would have arrived. Now the sounds of dying and weapons served to lull them into a warm sleep, Frank almost always lying on top of the bigger male.
In later years the weapons changed and Gerard’s sword became a variety of pretty guns. Still he would go in for the close kill whenever he could, wanting to feel the hotness of life spray against his skin and still they would celebrate their success by fucking where ever and whenever they could. Things never changed between them. Their love, though unspoken, ran strong.
As they naked and entwined, guns still sounding though with less frequency, Gerard ran his fingers through his lover’s hair, doting on him with such tenderness it would be hard to believe the violence that they had put into their sex only a short time ago. “My lover.” he whispered softly, kissing his temple. “Tomorrow. We’ll have to go see Death and Famine.”
“Well at least they’ll be coming together so we don’t have to wait to long.” Frank murmured, his voice muffled as he buried it in the others chest. “I’m excited.”
“So am I baby. So am I. We’re going to have so much fun.”
“Together?” Frank’s hazel eyes peered up at the elder male, a light smile curling up his soft lips.
“Always.”
~~~
Day dawned.
The final grain of sand fell through the Hourglass.
And that was it. Nothing extraordinary seemed to occur. The sun rose like it normally did, clocks ticked away the time as they usually did. The human race went on as if nothing was happening, content in their obliviousness.
And the four Horsemen finally rode, maniacal light gleaming in all four sets of eyes.
It had finally happened.
Author:tabbyscout
Beta: Lovely Lily and Spell Check
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Davey Havok and Gerard Way/ Frank Iero
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Hourglass has watched the times slip by, a silent observer. Now the final grains of sand are nearing their fall. With the passing the world will end. Apocolypse!Fic (but from a different point of view).
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people mentioned in the story. Inspiration drawn from Good Omens and The Incarnation of Immortality Series as well as the Bible.
A/N: The second prompt "Final". Written for Lily as always. Love her bunches.
The Hourglass stood on a pedestal of marble the shown like freshly fallen snow. Surrounding it were Corinthian columns made of the same purity serving as the support for a large, highly ornate dome. An oculus stared down, engulfing the Hourglass in bright light at all times. Sun and moon moving in a dance, never touching, each took turns spying on the blood red sand. Watching as it slipped slowly through the Hourglass.
Since time had begun, the Hourglass had been there as a silent observer to humanity. Civilizations rose and fell. People loved, fought, starved and died. The world turned, nights and days melded together into one continuous blur of light. Humanity carried on, blissful in the lack of knowledge, unknowing of the cosmic tool that was sitting and waiting.
Waiting until the last moment, the time when the entire world would fall prey to the Horsemen. Waiting for that final moment, when the final grain of sand would fall onto the growing pile below and the Four would be free to roam the Earth. Fill their desire for death and destruction.
The Hourglass was simply a tool for Them, a means of counting down to when the world would end and they would get to ride forth. And the final grain was close to falling, time running out for humanity.
~~~
“Can you feel it?”
A thin bare body trembled as it stood silhouetted against the night sky. Pale skin was glowing in the moonlight, shadows cast by sharp, prominent bones. A slick of a dark brown hair fell over one eye while excitement danced in caramel colored orbs as they stared out over the sweeping, dark lawns of the manor. Rose pink lips quivered with anticipation and the young man let out a shaking little sigh.
“Of course. We’ll all feel it. Power…soon we will be at full strength. Nothing will be able to stop us. We’ll have to leave tomorrow to meet up with the others. But for now come back to bed. We must savor the free time we still have.”
Large eyes turned from the window and the tiny form moved back towards the large black draped bed. He crawled slowly over the coverings, feeling the silky material slide beneath his long fingers as he approached the other speaker.
Dark hair blended in with the blankets, shining with a brightness that not even the silk could match. This male’s form was larger, stronger than the others. Pale skin full of bright ink, creating patterns and images to be traced lay exposed, the black haired male just as bare as the lighter one. “Our time is coming Ryan. Soon…soon we’ll take our rightful places.” He murmured to his smaller lover as their lips connected.
“Will you promise one thing to me Davey?” Ryan whispered softly against the flesh.
“Anything.”
“Even when we get our full power…will you still call me Ryan?” he asked timidly.
“As long as you call me Davey.” was whispered right back. “Though around the others we may have to use our real names.”
Ryan crinkled his nose up a bit as he nuzzled into the other. “Famine…I’m so used to Ryan now…living amongst these mortals.” He shook his head, soft hair dancing against the others skin. “And Death…it no longer seems to fit you…”
Slender fingers ran down the smaller male’s back and Davey sighed, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. “I’m going to miss all of this I admit…” he murmured.
“So will. It’s been fun. Much more fun recently too.” Ryan said as he pressed his lips to the others chest, nipping at the skin. “Though it’s always fun with you around…”
Strong fingers stroked through soft hair once more and the dark haired male smiled a bit. “Sweet of you.” He said, pulling the thin form against his own, used to the prod of the delicate bones. “Beautiful Famine. All mine.”
Death and Famine had been together for a long time. At first, though they had known of each other only but had never crossed paths. Ryan would go and do his thing, destroying lands and people, leaving behind a wake of nothing but dry unyielding ground and the diseased, bloated corpses of animals. Davey would come later. It was the way that they had their fun. Killing off as many people as possible, just for the enjoyment and sport of it was a way they passed time.
Then one day Davey had come early. It was then that he had met Famine, Ryan. Standing amongst wilting crops in the burning sun of the afternoon, he had been beautiful. Soft lips were curled into sadist mirth as he stood to the side, watching as a group of emaciated people wandered through the field, trying to find anything that could be saved. Trying to find hope. Hope that Ryan destroyed completely.
The laughter that had poured from the small male’s lips as one of the children fell to the ground in exhaustion had been so light, dancing around Davey’s senses enticingly. He had to have him. He had to claim the smaller male as his own. Possess him. There was no use in denying his carnal desires. Even if the delicate creature didn’t want it, Davey was going to take him.
And take him he did. Right there against the hard, cracked ground. Clothes were ripped off, no words spoken as Davey pounded Ryan into the ground, nails digging into the prominent hips. Moans, growls and cries of pleasure echoed around the barren field. Even hundreds of years later rumors of the fielding being haunted were common.
It was only after, after both had reached the peak of their pleasure that they lay together and spoke. The sun warmed their flesh, gradually fading as they talked on into the night until Ryan fell asleep against Davey’s chest. Looking at the peaceful face of the seemingly fragile male as he slept, thin body curled tightly up, Davey knew he was going to have to keep him around.
From that moment on they were inseparable. Hopefully when the hour glass ran out they would still be able to be together. Heaven or Hell. It wouldn’t matter. There might even be a place for them when humanity was started over. All that Davey knew for sure, other than that he would play a part in the final days, was that the most important thing to him was Ryan.
The feelings seemed to be mutual if the way the younger male acted was any indication.
“Davey?”
It was Ryan’s soft murmur once more, his lips against the others chest.
“Hm?”
“I know we’re not supposed to be able to but…” he trailed off for a moment.
“Go on.” Davey encouraged.
“I’m pretty sure that I love you.”
“Oh…Ryan.”
The dark haired male lifted the smaller male’s head and pressed a light kiss to his lips. “I love you to.” he said softly. “You’re my beautiful one. Now let’s make love.”
With an excited nod from Ryan, the bigger male pinned him back against the bed, the bodies of the two powerful creatures twisting and sliding together.
~~~
Smoke filled the air. Twining erratically around the wide-eyed faces of the troops. The loud sounds of gunfire moved with it, made love to the smoke. It all blended together so beautifully. So erotically. A beauty that only few could appreciate.
Bodies littered the ground amidst the rubbish from destroy foliage and buildings. Everywhere. Bodies felled and stilled.
Blood watered the land. Blood from young boys thrust into a fight they knew nothing about. Thrust into the bitter world of war too soon, too early. With no idea of what they were in for. Innocent eyes, frightened eyes, watching terrified as their comrades, their friends, and their brothers were cut down in their prime by the bullets of another.
In the middle of all the chaos there was a small bubble of piece. No one passed through that area, the bullets didn’t hit it, the smoke wouldn’t fill it. It was calm while everything else was erratic and fast paced. There was something off about it, something that no one could pinpoint and no tried to.
Two dark haired males stood the eye of the storm, not phased by the horror of the scene surrounding them. In fact they couldn’t even see it. They were too lost in a passionate embrace, lips crushed together tightly. The smaller of the two had his arms wrapped around the taller one’s neck, their bodies pressed flush.
Far from turning them off, the sounds of the dying victims of the pointless war just added more fervor to their actions, hands groping and digging into soft flesh.
“Gee.” The short one purred as he pulled away from the kiss, his tongue flicking out over a glinting piece of metal in his lip. “It’s so close. So fucking close. I can feel it.” His nails curled up, digging into the white skin of the others neck.
A soft laugh laced with violent desire rang out, louder than the gun fire and screaming. “Oh I know. It’s so fucking good.” He ground their hips together as he spoke. “Almost as good as sex…almost.”
Laughter from both now, the sound mingling together in the same way their bodies had.
“Think of it Frankie. We’re going to have days and days of this. On a more massive scale. Fighting everywhere. So much blood spilled. So many lives taken. Oh fuck…it’s going to be amazing.” Gerard’s hands moved to tangle in the smaller one’s hair, tugging him into another deep kiss.
Unlike Ryan and Davey, Frank and Gerard had been together from the very beginning. Conquest and War. They were made for each other. Two halves of the same creature it seemed, two halves that fit together perfectly. They shared the same love of blood and death. They got off on torturing people. And they both loved getting personal with it.
Frank loved nothing more than seeing Gerard covered in the blood of mortals. In the old days he would rest back in the nearest shade, his gold crown askew on his dark hair, and watch as the larger male charged directly into battle, a large silver sword raised high in the air. He would find his pleasure in the image of his lover (always visible to him among the plain, dull mortals).
Many times he would reach his climax at his own hand before Gerard had made it back to him. And War would always know. He would smell it on the younger’s skin. He would see it in the content smile on his lips. It was alluring to him. The lust behind it all.
Still covered in the blood of others, Gerard would pressed Frank back against the ground, smearing and tainting his lovers flesh with the dark red liquid. No words would need to be spoken between them. War would strip Conquest and the smaller of the two would be fucked into the ground as hard as possible, his screams of pleasure adding to the din of the battles. Nails would dig into immortal flesh and hair would be pulled in ecstasy. Teeth would press to flesh, muffling the moans and whimpers. It was an understanding. The death and destruction surrounding them was the perfect aphrodisiac.
Afterwards, when they had both come down from their high the time for tenderness would have arrived. Now the sounds of dying and weapons served to lull them into a warm sleep, Frank almost always lying on top of the bigger male.
In later years the weapons changed and Gerard’s sword became a variety of pretty guns. Still he would go in for the close kill whenever he could, wanting to feel the hotness of life spray against his skin and still they would celebrate their success by fucking where ever and whenever they could. Things never changed between them. Their love, though unspoken, ran strong.
As they naked and entwined, guns still sounding though with less frequency, Gerard ran his fingers through his lover’s hair, doting on him with such tenderness it would be hard to believe the violence that they had put into their sex only a short time ago. “My lover.” he whispered softly, kissing his temple. “Tomorrow. We’ll have to go see Death and Famine.”
“Well at least they’ll be coming together so we don’t have to wait to long.” Frank murmured, his voice muffled as he buried it in the others chest. “I’m excited.”
“So am I baby. So am I. We’re going to have so much fun.”
“Together?” Frank’s hazel eyes peered up at the elder male, a light smile curling up his soft lips.
“Always.”
~~~
Day dawned.
The final grain of sand fell through the Hourglass.
And that was it. Nothing extraordinary seemed to occur. The sun rose like it normally did, clocks ticked away the time as they usually did. The human race went on as if nothing was happening, content in their obliviousness.
And the four Horsemen finally rode, maniacal light gleaming in all four sets of eyes.
It had finally happened.