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On The Other Side

On The Other Side
Pairing: Mikey Way/The Seance (Klaus Hargreeves)
Rating: NC-17
POV: Seance
Warnings: Death
Notes: This is based on a random idea I had this morning that I just had to do (though I'd made the observation that Mikey and Seance looked similar before). I guess it's turned out longer then I expected, but I'm happy with how it's turned out. Set at some point prior to Apocalypse Suite.

I hummed softly to myself as I headed through the city, hovering a few millimeters off the ground so my bare feet wouldn't get dirty. It was getting late now and I couldn't help but glance up at the stars in the sky. The pinpricks of light glinted in the darkened sky, looking almost beautiful. After a few seconds I shrugged and continued on.

I didn't really have a destination in mind, though that didn't really matter to me. I was content to just wander around the city, listening and looking for anything that might capture and hold my attention. Often this resulted in a visit to whorehouse, a cemetery, the coma ward of the hospital or something of a similar nature.

I stopped myself, then blinked and rubbed my eyes. In front of me, sitting on a chair outside a coffee shop was a man, a man that looked so like me it was eerie even to me. For a moment I considered if I was high, but I dismissed it quickly. I hadn't taken any drugs in awhile, not since the last time when I woke up hanging like a bat from a random fire escape. I studied the man for a few moments as he drank his coffee. He was slim, with a mess of brown hair atop his head. His skin was pale, almost the same shade as my own and he had sparkling hazel eyes behind his glasses. Eyes that, I realised, were looking right at me.

"Hey." He said softly as he looked at me, pushing out the chair on the opposite side of the table with his foot. "Wanna seat?"

I nodded and floated over to him, flopping down into the seat and looking at him. "Thanks."

"Want a drink?" He asked with a slight smile, his eyes still on me. When I didn't respond right away, he decided to speak some more. "I'm Mikey and the drink's on me. Least I can do for one of our resident superheroes." Who was I to turn down a free drink?


***

"What's it like to fly?" I had a feeling he'd been wanting to ask that since we first met two weeks ago. I looked down at him, his head resting on my bare chest, his hair tickling my skin.

I considered an appropriate response, trying to work out how to put the feeling into words. To me it had become as normal as breathing or blinking, so I didn't really know how to explain it to someone that couldn't do it. "Like this." With that I wrapped my slender arms around his waist and held onto him tightly. I lifted myself up of the bed, holding him close to my body as I did so. He giggled softly against me, his own hands gripping onto me as I floated us both towards the open window. With only the slightest push from my mind, the pane's opened wide enough for us to float through into the night.

"This is amazing!" He grinned up at me and I realised that was the first time I'd seen such an expression on his face. I smiled, kissing his forehead as we hung there, several stories above the ground and without a care in the world.

"I guess it is."

***

"Do you think this is love?" Mikey asked as he gripped onto the bedsheets, as my tongue twisted inside his asshole. He seemed to ask such questions at the strangest times, though I knew I could be fairly inappropriate too. I kept moving my tongue in and out, only deciding to reply when I retreated back for air.

"I guess so." I thought for a moment, taking a deep gulp of air. "Can't say I've ever been in love before, though I suppose this qualifies."

Before he could respond I thrust my tongue back inside him, intent on making him lose whatever reply he was thinking of. This wasn't exactly the time for deep thought.

***

I groaned loudly as he pushed himself into my tight heat for the first time. Sure, we'd fucked many times over the last two months, but this was the first time he'd penetrated me. Until now it had always been the other way around. "I'm not hurting you am I?" He asked, concern clear in his voice. I swallowed, letting my eyelids flutter open as I wrapped my legs around his waist. To him, that was all the answer he needed and he began to thrust in and out of my body at a fairly steady pace.

He'd made it clear that this was his first time fucking anyone of either sex and I found that to be rather sweet. I'd also felt the intense compulsion to change that, which was why he was balls deep within me to begin with. Once he'd managed to find himself a stable rhythm I clenched around him, smirking as it threw him off completely. "Holy fuck..." I chuckled, then repeated the action every few thrusts, reaching down and stroking my dick in a pace all my own. For a first timer he was pretty good, amazing in fact, and I couldn't help but wonder why he'd never done it before. I filed that with other questions I'd eventually get round to ask him and returned my attention to the perfect pleasure I was receiving.

We both came seconds after each other a few minutes later.

"We'll have to do that again."

***

I sat at the coffee place where we'd first met, sitting on the same table at the same seat as I had that night. It was four months to the day since our first meeting and I was now actually settled on calling him my boyfriend, perhaps more then that. I was now certain that this was love, so certain that I was actually ready to say the words to him. I was going to say them tonight in fact, if he ever turned up that is.

It wasn't like him to be late. In truth, I'd expected to find him here when I arrived, already sipping coffee like he had on our first encounter. However, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. After all, he couldn't fly so he was dependant on the transport system to get from place to place and such things always fucked up.

Still, it had been an hour so I guessed I should call, even just to check that he was on his way.

I took my cell from my pocket, pressing a few buttons for the device to dial his number. It rang a few times before a voice eventually answered. "Hello?" The voice was familiar, though it wasn't him. My heart sank.

"Diego?"

"Klaus?" There was a hint of confusion to his voice, though it quickly dissipated. "You know the guy this phone belongs to? Gawky, dark hair, glasses?"

"Yeah." My reply was barely a whisper and I wasn't sure he picked up on it, so I repeated it. "Yeah I do."

"You'd better get over here then."

***

The body lay on the floor, his blood soaked through his clothes, staining the torn material. My brother stood beside it, looking at me as I turned away from the sight of it. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he was your friend." He touched my arm gently, though I shook it off slightly. "If it's any consolation, I got the guy that did it." He gestured vaguely towards a set of legs that poked out from beside a dumpster. "I'm just sorry I was too late. But don't worry, he'll get what he deserves Klaus. Trust me."

"Yeah, he will." I whispered softly, squeezing my hands into fists. The unconscious body beside the dumpster rose above the floor, so fast that it was just a blur of motion. It kept going up and up, until it was above the tops of the nearest buildings. Satisfied he was high enough I let go of him, watching him plummet towards the ground. He missed his previous location, landing instead on the edge of the dumpster, his spine cracking at the force of the impact. His body crumpled, forming a n shape that no one could possibly make alive. "Justice is served."

Instead of taking in Diego's clearly surprised expression, I fell to the floor beside Mikey, running a hand through his soft hair and waiting for someone to come and collect the body.

***

It was raining as I stared at the fresh grave before me, the few people that had turned up now dispersed. He didn't have many friends and he never spoke of his family, so most of them were from his workplace, a small bookstore downtown.

"He was more then a friend to you wasn't he?" I didn't turn to face my brother, who'd felt the need to come though I wasn't sure why. When I didn't respond he just placed his hand on my shoulder. "Shit Klaus... why didn't you tell me? Why did you never introduce us?"

I shrugged slightly, wiping the tears from my face. "I was getting round to it."

I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye. "I understand." He paused for a moment, petting my back slightly. "Want some time alone with him? To do your thing?" I'd tried to do it at the morgue, but I couldn't focus, couldn't manage to do it. I'd only resulted in lifting up all the medical equipment in the room and making them fly in every direction.

"Yeah."

"Alright." He patted my back again gently. "You know where I am if you need me alright?" He didn't wait for a response, turning and walking away slowly.

I took a quick glance of my surroundings after wiping my eyes again. He was the last to leave, so I was pretty much alone. The only other person around was a man who'd been watching for awhile now, who stood by a tree and had shoulder length black hair. I stared him down until he left as well.

I sat on floor beside his grave, holding my hands above the soil. I could have used a board, but I felt the more direct approach would be better. "Mikey? Are you there?"

It took a few seconds, but I heard him. "Yes, I hear you." I closed my eyes, a tear rolling down my cheek at the sound of his voice. "I'm dead aren't I?"

"Yeah." I whispered, wiping the tears away again. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Then was a pause. "I'm sorry I couldn't be here for our special day."

"Yeah, you missed our anniversary you bastard." I smiled slightly, arranging my limbs so I sat cross legged on the grass. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

"I love you." I whispered the words softly, my eyes lidding as I spoke the words.

"I know." I smiled a little, then heard him speak again. "I love you too. Never forget me."

"I never could."

"I'll see you on the other side." I placed my hand on the soil, the one with goodbye tattooed on it, knowing that he was gone before I could even form a proper reply.
Tags: fic, klaus hargreeves, mikey way, mikey way/seance, my chemical romance, slash, the seance, umbrella academy
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