TITLE: The Persecution and Assassination of Your Authors as Performed by the Interpretations of the Characters of The Great Fall Out Boy OT3 Under the Direction of Our Inner Marquis de Sade(s) [1/?]
AUTHOR: The Three Slashkateers
PAIRING: Pete/Joe/Patrick
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 10,281
SUMMARY: Patrick and Joe are engaged and in love but that doesn't mean Pete can't stop by for some epic fun. Patrick, as we know, is gifted in the art of fellatio (you know you are Stumph); Joe has recently discovered his dominant side; Pete is pretty much in Heaven; and Joe/Pete have plans for Patrick, apparently. 
DISCLAIMER: This didn't happen because if it did, we'd be dead for real. 
WARNINGS: You might actually die, I'm not kidding. Horrible things await you, dear reader. It is, as the great Stephen Colbert once said: sautéed in wrong sauce. Seriously, Patrick. You are a naughty boy here. But you can't blame us because you do the things you do on purpose, don't you?
NOTES: POV changes are marked with a simple asterick. If you can tell me what the title is influenced by you will get a prize. Part two is coming soon. No pun intended. Enjoy.
DEDICATION: 

Hey there Patrick
What's it like in Jersey City?
We're a thousand miles away
But boy tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Pumpkin squares aren't delicious without you
We swear it's true

Hey there Patrick
Don't you worry about the porn fic
It's right there if you get lonely
Just suspend your normal logic
Get in bed
Listen to Joe's voice in your own head
And what he said:

"Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me"

Hey there Patrick
We know you are getting hard
But just believe us boy
Pete will lick you instead of his guitar
You'll have it good
You'll have the life we knew you would
Our word is good

Hey there Patrick
We've got so much left to say
If every simple fic we wrote to you
Would take your breath away
We'd write it all
Even more in love with you we'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to us
Oh it's what you do to us
Oh it's what you do to us
Oh it's what you do to us

Thousands of words about two dicks
Of which you like to suck and lick
Is not far from the truth if we had say
We know you won't make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because we know
That you're a minx every damn day
Patrick we can promise you
That by the time you get through
This fic you'll never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Patrick
You be good and don't you miss us
Two more years and who knows where you'll be
Probably be making history like you do
Know this is because we love you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Patrick here's to you
This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to us
Oh it's what you do to us
Oh it's what you do to us
Oh it's what you do to us
What you do to us.  

So. Patrick doesn’t move. He stays and watches. He doesn’t feel creepy or anything, because he’s admiring the beauty of his love. The way Quinn’s hair is still a bit sweaty and sticking to his temple from sex the previous night. And how his lips are always slightly parted, which makes his breathing the perfect lullaby for Patrick to doze off to. His body, thin and toned and decorated. Patrick can’t get enough of Quinn's body.

There are only two wrong things with a sleeping Quinn, Patrick figures. His eyes are closed, for one; and Quinn has the most stunning eyes Patrick has ever seen. It's also the way Quinn uses his eyes to stop Patrick's heart, claiming it instantaneously day after day. But the biggest imperfection with a sleeping Quinn is that they can’t hold a real conversation; save the rare moments when Quinn mumbles in his sleep about apples or something. Patrick giggles at this, but he misses Quinn when he’s asleep. Quinn is his very best friend.

This morning, like most mornings, Patrick curls into Quinn's chest with one hand pressed to his lover's heart as the other pets through Quinn's hair. He purrs and mumbles at the petting, and Patrick always complies and gives more scratches behind Quinn's ears and neck. But what's different about this morning is that it's their one-year anniversery. Not of their marriage or first date or whenever they "became official" but, simply, of the day they were brought together.

They both know that today is the most important day in the history of their relationship. Because the moment soulmates meet, there isn't anything on Earth or in Heaven that can seperate them. Ever. Patrick's heart swells at the very thought, and the very real memory of Quinn opening the front door of what was now their house, their first contact, how the universe aligned (as cliche as that sounds), the immediate depth of their trust, cloud-gazing, their first kiss... Kisses.

Patrick is already crying silently, not only because he's sensitive, but the subject is most dear to him. Them. And he cannot wait until Quinn awakens and they can remember together. Patrick is happy. He has everything. Quinn is everything. Patrick doesn't care if it's mushy or sentimental or any of those things. He just doesn't care, he doesn't care what anyone says or thinks, and he'll continue to lay here and forget the world until Quinn wakes up and can reply to the millions of whispered "I love you's". 

Today represents the gravity of fate. 

Patrick will always protect Quinn from the weight.

And Patrick knows Quinn won't let him be crushed either.



______________________
For you. You know who you are.
Thank you for being who you are.
And for finding me. A needle.
In this outrageous haystack of life.
You're to blame for all my smiles. 
Here's to another year. <3