Down The Devil's Throat (SLASH 17+)

[Coffee And Cigarettes]

This is a FanFiction between Dougie from mcfly and Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance. It also contains Gerard and Frank love (Frank is also from my chem)

This is Gerard:



Isn't he just beautiful!

Pairing: Poynter/Way
Rating: 17
Warnings: Gay sex, Alcohol and Drug abuse, Self harm, Swearing
Dedication: Ellie my duck and all of my girls, i love you! especially the ones who read this for me to make sure it was okay! ;D

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Jess

xxx

[Coffee And Cigarettes]

Chapter one

One
Two
Three
Four
Down the Devil’s throat
Poison burning against aching flesh
Tearing at the scorched tainted carcass that once held purity.

Clasped ridged hands cradling shots of pure evil
Self destruction a familiar occurrence.
Trembling hands quenching taste buds with presents of destruction
Brain cells tuning into the muffled cloudy song created only by the diseased liquid.

Eyes closing
Pleasure flowing
Nights repeating.
The endless circle of failure and self loathing
Trapped in a fantasy land with no help from the outside world.
Death chipping at a broken soul
Small pieces of life breaking away with every pill
Every drink
Every cut
Every messed up day and night.

Talent wasted
Love forgotten
Hope stolen
Dreams murdered
Change unimaginable

Down the Devil’s throat

[Coffee And Cigarettes]

Chapter two

Stumbling, stumbling into an unfamiliar and strange environment. Unknown bodies pressing up against others, the crushing environment startling my inexperienced mind. Hands grabbed at my body, dragging me through the crowds that swarmed through the run down bar. Suffocating heat swamped me, body parts tangling and entwining with my own, trying to pull me backwards. Firm grasps on my wrists pulled me from the hell surrounding me, ripping me away from the stranger’s unwanted touches.
Falling into a familiar body an intoxicated grin painted my face, my skin tingling with laughter. Unimpressed with what I regarded as a lack of drunkenness I threw my friend aside and plodded a length ahead towards the bar.
“Vodka and coke” I called, catching the barman’s attention.
Merely nodding his head he began pouring my order, his back turned towards me. This was the first night, in what I hoped would be a long string of many, that I’d been out drinking.
Trawling my eyes across my surroundings as I waited patiently for my drink I spotted at the end of the bar a man, collapsed against the top of it, his arms spread out and his face pressed flat against the wood. His messy dark hair covered all parts of his face that should be on show to me from my position a few meters away.
Glass colliding with wood brought me back into the real world, ripping my gaze from the man that seemed to have captured my attention. Connecting eyes with the barman in front of me I scrunched up my face in confusion.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked, nodding my head down the bar.
Glancing in the correct direction “Gerard?” the barman grinned, shaking his head “What’s right with him?”
My expression still remained one of confusion as the barman left at that, going to attend to another customer. Sipping at my glass I kept my gaze on the stranger that was not too far away from me, curiosity eating away at me. Quickly deciding to investigate I moved from my place at the bar and dodged around people, making my way towards the man.
Upon reaching him I placed my hand against his shoulder, shaking him gently with the intention of rousing him.
“Sir, excuse me?” I tried, shaking him more “Sir are you okay?”
His head lifted slowly, brown glazed eyes piercing through the dark strands of hair that were falling against his pale worn face.
“A-are you okay Sir?” I tried again.
Lifting his head higher he pushed his black mop of hair back against his forehead with the palm of his hand. A sickly yet intriguing grin covered his intoxicated face, his eyes locking with mine sending small volts of electricity through my curious body.
“I’m O-f**king-Kay sweetie” he drawled, running his tongue over his chapped lips.
“Are you sure?” I asked, not completely convinced.
“Would you care if I wasn’t?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Knotting my eyebrows in confusion I shrugged slowly, not knowing how to respond. An unfamiliar feeling told me that I would care if this stranger wasn’t okay.
Turning away from me he raised his arm, signalling for the barman to come to his service.
“Vodka” he muttered, sighing as the man in front of him raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough for tonight Gerard?”
“It’s for the kid” he replied, nodding his head at me.
Sighing heavily the barman turned away, quickly making up my drink before slamming it in front of me, taking a handful of money from Gerard.
“You don’t-
“Just take the drink kid” Gerard sighed.
“My name’s Dougie” I told him, pulling the new drink towards me.
He turned to look at me, smiling slowly “Dougie” he repeated.
“You can share this drink with me if you’d like, I already bought a full one a few minutes ago” I told him, pushing the drink he’d just bought me towards him.
He stared at it for a few moments before sitting up right on his stool and slipping a hand into his pocket, pulling out a few random pills before throwing them down his throat and mixing them with the vodka. Staring blankly at him I lifted my murky coloured drink to my lips and downed some also, copying his actions with the expectation of the pills.
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen, I’m in my last year of school” I grinned “then I’m taking a few years out before I go to college”
“Lovely” he grunted, downing more of his drink.
“And…you?” I asked, watching as he turned to face me, his eyebrows raised.
“Twenty-four, failing artist”
“Oh…”
Sighing he looked away, running his hands all over his exhausted looking face “f**k its hot in here, Jesus Christ”
“Are you okay?” I asked, panicking slightly as I watched his head sink lower and lower until it was almost touching the bar.
“Ughhh” he groaned.
Placing my hand around his shoulder I shook him gently “Hello?”
“Oh f**king hell” a voiced gasped, coming up behind me “Gerard you’re such a thingy”
Tearing my fixed gaze from the man in front of me I looked up into a different set of eyes that quickly moved from mine as he picked up the collapsed man in front of me, cradling him in his arms.
“Is-is he okay?” I asked, worry filling every bone in my body as I watched the small man grip my new intoxicated acquaintance.
“He’ll be fine, don’t sweat it” the guy sighed before moving away from me, taking Gerard with him.
Letting my feet take charged I ran after them, clasping my hand over an unfamiliar shoulder. “Can I help? Please let me help” I pleaded, following him as he made his way out of the club.
“Go home kid” he muttered, shrugging me off his shoulder.
“Please I just want to make sure he’s okay, let me help you please”
He groaned and I could tell I was irritating him but he allowed me to follow him to his car, shoving me in the backseat and placing Gerard over my body, his head nestled safely on my lap.
“Make sure he doesn’t choke or anything” the stranger ordered as he climbed in the front seat and started up the car.

Looking down at the man on my lap I gently ran my hands through his messy hair, sympathy, curiosity and fascination running through me. I’d talked to this man for all of 5 minutes, I barely knew him yet here I was on my way to god knows where, begging some stranger to let me take care of the clearly distressed individual on my knee. I don’t know what it was about him that had drawn me in but I knew now as we travelled to an unfamiliar place that I wanted to help and protect him in any way I possibly could.


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