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Because Ricky Rebel is awesome and obviously loves joy, he posted the following picture of him on the set of the Na Na Na video:



It pretty much instantly set a whole Killjoys plot into my head. It's not one I can ever actually imagine writing, so I'm just gonna blah blah porn it out here instead.

So the thing about Show Pony is that BL/ind is literally blind to him. Like, they cannot see him. He is so far beyond what they believe can exist that he is invisible. This enables him to sneak around and go pretty much anywhere and gather all kinds of information, get food and other supplies, generally be a kick-ass spy. The other thing about Show Pony is that he's an absolutely amazing fuck, and pretty much the most awesome, toppiest top in the Zones.

Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Jet Star and Kobra Kid are doing their thing, living together, taking care of business, and they all have their shit they're in charge of. They're paired off, not that there's a lot of time for sex in the zones, and that gives them a chance to decompress sometimes, let go, but they're brothers and brothers in arms, and they're always looking out for each other, can't help but look at each other as equals. They've all saved each other's asses so many times that sex between them is mostly about comfort and closeness, not so much about the give and the take.

But Show Pony shows up and every last one of them wants to get on his knees.

and one night, Jet Star and Kobra Kid are out on a run, and Poison and Fun Ghoul are trying to figure out how they're gonna make the one can of slop they have last the two or three more days the other boys are gonna be gone, when Show Pony rolls up, a box of food for them in one hand, and a bunch of news on his tongue.

And they eat, and talk, and Poison's rubbing idly at the back of Fun Ghoul's neck, playing with his hair, and Fun Ghoul's got that buzz in his spine, and he can't keep his eyes off Show Pony's fucking dick, which is right fucking there big and getting bigger as he watches, and Frank--because he can't even be fucking Fun Ghoul right now, he's just a guy. Just a really fucking horny guy, and they've got the proximity alarms set, and Show Pony woulda told them if there were any raiding parties close, and he just fucking needs.

"Wanna fuck?" he asks, spreading his knees a little, leaning back into Gerard, whose fingers squeeze his shoulder like, yeah. Yeah, Frankie, this. They both hold their breath, because sometimes the answer's no, and they really want it to be yes this time.

It's totally yes.

They end up with Gerard sitting on one of the tables, Frank bent over his lap, face pressed to Gerard's belly, arms around his waist, Gerard petting him, his head and his back, as Show Pony pulls his pants down over his ass, pushes in roughly with fingers slicked with whatever lube he managed to find last time he was in Battery City, opens Frank up for his cock. And he fucks hard and fast and perfect, shoving Frank forward so Gerard has to let go with one hand to prop it behind him, brace them both, hold Frank steady. And Frank feels taken, hollowed out and filled up and taken over, part of something that's pure pleasure, and the sounds he's making are muffled against Gerard's soft stomach, and Gerard's dick is hard against his chin, and he wants to suck him so fucking badly, but he knows how this goes, knows Show Pony will fuck Gerard when he's done with Frank, that Gerard will want to wait.

And Gerard's watching, can't tear his eyes away, and he's feeling what Frank's feeling, the anticipation, remembering what it was like last time Show Pony fucked him, and he's feeling Frank's face pressed into his belly, Frank's hands scrabbling at his back and ass, the tease of his chin bumping Gerard's cock head, and that's good too. And he can't help thinking about his brother and Ray, and Show Pony doing this with them, and how he's never seen it, but he knows it's happened, and the four of them aren't-- they don't-- it's him and Frank and Mikey and Ray, and they don't mix it up, but if Show Pony wanted them to, Gerard's pretty sure he'd do it, because there's just fucking something about him, like Gerard's never as free as when he's saying yes to something Show Pony wants. And it's twisted and backwards and he doesn't even care.

And Frank comes, shaking and crying, and Gerard and Show Pony pet him until he can stand and fucking breathe again, and he pulls his pants up and switches places with Gerard, except curled on his side on the table cradling Gerard's face against his chest, because he doesn't really want to sit on a fucking formica table top after having his ass pounded, and Show Pony fucks Gerard, and it's like time is suspended, like it doesn't mean anything any more, and everything is sensation, and the smell of Frank and the sound of his heartbeat, and Gerard just lets go and he's fucking flying, and he comes back down to earth with a bump, his come mixing with Frank's on the dusty floor, his ass empty and the sound of Show Pony's hand on his own dick weirdly loud in the room.

And it's awkward and not awkward at all when they've all got their clothes pulled back together, and they offer Show Pony the pallet in Jet Star and Kobra Kid's room, but he's got places to go and people to see (and maybe fuck), so he takes off, saying he'll be back to see them sometime.

And Frank and Gerard shrug back on Fun Ghoul and Party Poison over skin that's a little more raw than it was before, and they head for their own pallet, and take turns sleeping and keeping watch, fingers tangled together.