stardustonsable | (no subject)

Something based a little off of a

we_are_cities prompt, a little off of a

all_unwritten prompt, and a lot off of me wanting pregnant!rebellious!Patrick, Asshole!Pete, and InCharge!FatherFigure!Travis. There is also corruption and experimentation as there is wont to be in my stuff

“You can only lose so many babies before they figure out you’re defective,” Patrick says, and places a hand on his belly, just barely rounded, unnoticeable under clothes. “only so long before they figure out you aren’t any good. And they aren’t always right, y’know?”

Pete giggles. It’s a high, panicked sound. Travis looks over at him, his look half annoyed, half amused. He’s accepted that he will have to be the responsible one this time around.

“So, correct me if I’m wrong,” Pete glances at Travis then looks at Patrick, his hands twitch, but his stare is steady, “you’re a fucking experiment. For the government. Not only that, but you’re a pregnant experiment. And a fugitive. And you decide to come to us, for no apparent reason. And now you’re expecting us to get you out of the city? What’s in it for us, princess?”

Patrick glares at Pete, and if he weren’t in a delicate state Travis would totally let them fight, if only to see someone kick Pete’s ass. “Absolutely fucking nothing. But if you don’t you have the guilt of two dead people hanging over your head.”

Travis sighs. “Two more never hurt nobody.”

Patrick looks at him, and Travis realizes that he hasn’t spoken since they found him in their hideout.

“I never thought you would be one to go back on your promises, Travis McCoy,” Patrick stares at him, his hand sliding away from his belly to hang at his side.

Travis sighs again, then pulls a carton of cigarettes out of one of his too big pockets. “Are you really gonna call me on promises I made when you had those pretty little lips wrapped around my dick?”

The would-be silence is filled with the sound of rain falling, and Pete tapping his chipped-black nails on the tabletop. The tanned man raises an eyebrow, glances between the two but makes no comment on Travis’s assumed heterosexuality.

Patrick sighs and walks towards the door. “Fine. Whatever. Maybe they’ll take pity and take this damn thing out before they kill me. I wonder what she’d look like, though. Maybe she would have had your eyes, Travie.”

Travis doesn’t have to look to know that Patrick is biting the inside of his mouth to fight a cruel grin. Because all of them know that he just won.

Travis sighs and stands. “Fine, Stump. Congratulations, welcome to the family, what the fuck ever. Grab a gun so we can go.”

Patrick grabs a handgun from the rack beside him and slides it into the waistband of his pants. ‘Like he knows what he’s doing’ Travis thinks, and then remembers that he does. Remembers exactly where he and Patrick met. Fuckin’ military school.

“Come on, Wentz. We’ve got to rescue Princess Peach from fuckin’ Bowser.”

Pete nods and follows Patrick out the door. He’d slipped into predator mode at some point when Travis wasn’t looking. He touches Patrick’s elbow once he passes through the threshold and Travis knows they’ll be fucking in a week. He doesn’t care what they do, as long as they don’t hurt his little girl.