Pete Wentz is a crazy, hyper-active little shit.

Inspired by the "Desolation Row" video. Basically my first thought (once I was able to THINK again, that is) after watching it was...'there needs to be fic where Bob is in handcuffs and blows the other four guys in turn.' So then I told everybody (because I *am* that stupid) that I was gonna write it blah blah so I would have no choice BUT to write it. That's the only way I get things done, it seems.

Futurefic in which Bob and Brian have a long-term, committed relationship (with lots of smoking-hot BSDM play), and occasionally find a third. This starts out light and sweet and funny, full of banter and utterly adorable (Bob + Way baby = insane levels of cute), and slides right into something incredibly, intensely, amazingly hot. Lovely voices, nice little details, impressively realistic BDSM... Gorgeous.

Patrick loves the tentacle beds. Bob is not so sure.

Sometimes something messy, but really great, can start with a shower. Maybe they all deserved something a little messy after the year they'd had. Scrapping an album, losing a drummer, embracing art as the weapon, and all of them going back on tour and loving it again probably didn't hurt either-starting back on the world tour in Japan and the excitement of it could also be to blame. But really, it was all Frank's fault.

In a near canon world where orientation refers to dominance or submission, not sexuality, almost everyone has a soulmate that is supposed to complement their personality, biology, orientation and heart. Most people look forward to the day when the psionic bond sparks into existence, connecting them to their other halves. However, a trauma left Bob wanting anything but the bond he sees as a dangerous trap, and he takes matters in his own hands to chemically prevent his bond from effecting him. Patrick doesn't know what he did wrong but he knows that for some reason, his soulmate has rejected him and he has to learn to live with that. Between their pasts, their bands, and their hopes, neither of them expects end up where they do - so close with so much distance still between them.