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sir-subpar · 2 years

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Affection (Bicobomb/Bulletbomb)

Mostly focused on Pico x Whitty (Bulletbomb), but still Bf x Pico x Whitty (Bicobomb)

Fic below the cut!

**Auther Note: Breif mentions of sex, but nothing happens. Like I said, I don't do lemons. NOT SMUT! It's just Pico reasuring Whitty that he respects his Asexuality (It's canon that Whitty's a romantic ace, how cool is that? I'm a romantic ace, so it's nice to have some ace characters out there). So yeah, no lemons, just affectionate physical contact (hugs, kisses, that whole thing where person A runs their fingers through person B's hair, that stuff. Figured I should put that note here just in case. Onwards!**

Affection was a strange thing to Whitty. He wasn't accustomed to receiving love, he never had a romantic partner before. So when he ended up with two boyfriends, he wasn't sure what to do. The ins and outs of relationships wasn't something Whitty really knew. From what he could tell, neither did Pico, to some extent. Whenever it was just the two of them, there was this feeling of distance. Whitty loved Pico, and Pico loved him too, but neither of them really knew how to approach each other when it came to affection. Fortunately, Boyfriend was full of love, and never tried to hide it. In the beginning, Whitty felt overwhelmed by Boyfriend's constant lovey-dovey nature, despite the man's short stature, he managed to smother Whitty and Pico with attention.

Whitty never fully realized how much he needed love till he finally had it. He's come to realize that he's "touch starved" as Boyfriend called it. The first time Bf had cuddled up to him was nothing that big, but to Whitty, it meant the world. They were on the couch watching tv when Bf had suddenly snuggled into Whitty's side. When Whitty first felt the soft mass on his side, he froze, unsure. Then Bf started rubbing his back, and that's when he broke. Thick, black tears flowed down his face, and Bf thought he had upset Whitty. When Whitty explained that wasn't the case, Boyfriend cuddled him even more. It was a little memory Whitty will always cherish.

Right now however, Bf was out running errands, and it was just Pico and Whitty on the couch. They sat apart from each other, and there was an awkward silence between them. It felt so easygoing when Bf was there, why was it so quiet without him? Whitty was unsure of what to do. He really liked Pico, but he wasn't always sure how to approach him. B loved any and all affection, but Pico seemed more reserved.

The two men were watching tv. Well, sort of. Pico appeared to be really deep in thought. His face was tense, eyebrows knitted together. His fingers were intertwined, resting against his face. Whitty was busy watching Pico. He wasn't used to asking for love, but he honestly wanted to be closer to Pico. Both in a metaphorical and literal sense. He wanted to run his fingers through Pico's orange hair and hold him close. But would Pico want that? Especially now? He seemed to be thinking about something important, but what? Whitty almost jolted when Pico's eyes suddenly met his own. "You alright big man? You've been staring at me for a while." Whitty averted his eyes, somewhat embarrassed. "Ah, sorry. I was just- zoning out, I guess." Whitty rubbed the back of his head, a nervous tick of his. "Hmm." Pico hummed. Whitty awkwardly shifted. After a bit more awkward silence, Pico spoke again. "Hey Whits? Can I ask ya something?" Whitty tilted his head, then hesitantly nodded. "Do I… make ya uncomfortable?" Pico stared into Whitty's eyes, not breaking contact. Whitty was taken aback.

Uncomfortable? He wasn't sure if "uncomfortable" was the word he'd use. Nervous maybe, but not always bad. He just felt distant from Pico (which was kind of crazy considering the fact that they lived together). Whitty stammered a bit on his words. "I mean… no? You don't make me uncomfortable. I just… I dunno… feel like we could be… closer?" Pico raised a brow at this. "Closer?" Pico asked, his head turned towards Whitty. Whitty started fidgeting with his hoodie strings. "Yeah, closer. I mean, I feel like we don't… hang out enough. Just you and me?" Pico scooted closer to Whitty. "I… feel the same way, honestly." Pico reached out his hand and rested it on Whitty's thigh. "I've known Bf for years. I wanna know more about you too. I mean, if all three of us are dating, then we should be close, right?" Pico looked up at Whitty again, fully facing him. Whitty's eyes widened a bit. He was surprised but also grateful that Pico appeared to be on the same page. It made him feel more at ease. "So…" Whitty began, slowly moving his hand on top of Pico's. His own hand was so much larger than Pico's. Pico entwined their fingers. Pico's fingers could barely reach over Whitty's large palm, but he didn't mind. "Where should we start?" Whitty continued.

Pico wrapped his arms around Whitty's torso, the bomb man returned the gesture, wrapping his large arms around Pico. The two stayed that way for a bit, unsure how to continue. Pico leaned into Whitty's side, he could feel the man's warmth. The taller man was wearing a simple tank top and sweatpants, allowing Pico to feel his smooth skin upon contact. Whitty may not be soft, but he was warm, and that was enough for Pico. The almost metal-like skin Whitty had fascinated Pico.

Whitty, without warning, gently buried one of his hands into Pico's orange hair, his large fingers brushing through the orange locks. Pico leaned into the touch as Whitty massaged his scalp. Pico moves one of his hands to rub Whitty's arm.

Pico moved to sit in Whitty's lap, facing him. Whitty moved his hand back into Pico's hair. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so drawn to his hair so much. Maybe it was because he himself didn't have any hair, or maybe it was because Pico's hair, though messy, was just so soft.

Pico apparently decided to do some exploration of his own, and placed his hand on Whitty's chest, just below the man's collar bone. He could see the edges of the 'X' that was on Whitty's chest where the shirt didn't cover it. Pico placed his other hand on the lower part of Whitty's stomach, slowly pushing the fabric up. He stopped however, when the action made Whitty stiffen, almost jolting. He pulled his hands away from the metallic skin. Whitty looked at him with somewhat startled eyes. "You okay Whits?" Pico asked, genuinely concerned he might have crossed a line. Whitty seemed to calm down a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Pico grasped Whitty's hand, holding it with both of his own. "Did I.. push a boundary there?" Pico asked sincerely. Whitty paused for a bit, then placed Pico's hand on his chest again. "I'm okay without my shirt, but, uh… just don't go 'farther' than that." Whitty admitted, avoiding eye contact. It took a second for it to click, but Pico understood. "Oh."

Pico cupped Whitty's cheek, ensuring they made eye contact. "Whits, I know yer asexual and I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to. I'm sorry if I made you think I was." Whitty smiled a bit, feeling comforted in knowing Pico wouldn't pressure him for sex. "Thanks, Pico."

"Sorry for putting my hand up your shirt, it's a habit of mine, I guess. Bee always liked it. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I should've asked you first." Pico added, still feeling a tad guilty. Whitty gave Pico a reassuring pat on his back. "I know you didn't mean any harm. It's cool."

Whitty leaned forward and softly buried his face into the crook between Pico's head and neck. "Thank you, Pico."

Pico smiled, and rubbed the back of Whitty's head in a soothing motion. "Of course, babe." Pico kissed Whitty's head. Whitty let out a calm and low chuckle that reverberated through Pico's body.

The bomb man rubbed circles on Pico's back, his large hand covered almost half of the smaller's back. Which was something Whitty was used to, it was rare that he met someone anywhere close to his size.

Usually, his above average height was something he didn't like to be reminded of. The idea that he was such a big and dangerous creature, even without the risk of exploding, that he could easily crush someone like Boyfriend or Pico if he wanted to was… frightening. He was nervous to apply any pressure to physical contact with his boyfriends, they were just more delicate by comparison (though Pico and Bf would definitely push back on that).

Not to mention his internal heat, which could quickly become external at any moment if he got too emotional. Whitty remembered the time he accidentally burned Bf when they kissed. Bf burned his tongue on Whitty's mouth, the incident of course made Whitty spiral into guilt and fear that he had hurt one of the few people who still loved him.

Bf was quick to forgive, as he usually was. He did his best to reassure Whitty that he was fine. But the fear still gnawed at Whitty for a while. It took weeks for Whitty to feel comfortable kissing someone again.

Whitty pulled away a bit to make eye contact.

"Hey Pico?" His voice quietly beckoned his boyfriend's attention. "Hm?" Pico's eyes met orange ones, awaiting the rest of the question. "What do you like? Like, for affection and stuff?"

Pico thought for a bit, "Hmm.. Let me think.." Whitty nodded, waiting patiently. "Well you already figured out I like head massages. Heh heh," Pico chuckled, a slightly pink tinge appearing on his cheeks. Whitty smiled back at him. "And.. I like neck kisses too. Or just kisses anywhere near that.." Pico vaguely gestured, almost dismissively, towards his shoulder and collarbone, "General area."

Whitty tilted his head curiously, "Like, giving them? Or receiving them?"

Pico shrugged, "Eh, both."

Whitty seemed to pause a bit, his eyes looking off to the side in thought for a moment before refocusing on Pico.

Whitty leaned forward, head lightly pressed against Pico's. He gently moved the strap of Pico's tank top over to rest loosely off Pico's shoulder.

He stopped just before reaching Pico's neck. "You mean like this?" His scratchy voice murmured, Pico's eyes widened, though Whitty couldn't see it. He pressed his lips against freckled skin, between Pico's neck and shoulder.

Pico inhaled sharply, surprised at the warmth of Whitty lips in his skin, and the action all together. He did not expect him to just… dive right in like that. But he certainly wasn't opposed to it.

Pico let out a relaxed sigh. Whitty's kisses felt like smooth, warm stones pressing into his muscle, slowly driving the tension away. Like when you go get a massage and they put river rocks that were soaked in warm water on your back.

Pico leaned his head to the side, giving Whitty more access to his neck. Whitty didn't need instructions, already moving his kisses to that area. Each warm peck lingered for a few seconds, allowing little bits of Whitty's warmth to pour into Pico.

Pico felt a smooth hand entangle itself into his hair, right where the back of his neck met his head. Another hand placed itself on his back, he could feel its warmth through the fabric of his shirt.

Whitty leaned forward, causing Pico to lean back. Pico was hardly even on the couch anymore. If he leaned this far back without Whitty holding him, he would've fallen to the floor. Sitting on Whitty's lap like this, laying back in his arms so loosely, yet securely… It was like Whitty was silently telling him to let go and just relax. It felt so… safe.

Pico let out a deep, content sigh. "Oh yeah, that.." His head leaned back and eyes fluttered shut as he felt Whitty's fingers massage his scalp. "... That feels really nice."

Whitty smiled against Pico's skin. Something about having Pico melting into his embrace like this was so… pleasant. It was endearing to see Pico so relaxed. Whitty pulled away from giving kisses so he could look at Pico's face, though he continued to caress his back and scalp.

Pico was resting his hands on his stomach, his eyes closed, he took long, deep breaths. He was smiling in a way Whitty hadn't seen before. This wasn't the confident, somewhat cocky grin he wore during a fight, or the flirty smirk he often threw at Boyfriend and Whitty. This was a small smile, one that just barely parted his lips enough to make his teeth visible. It was a content, lazy smile, something Whitmore never thought he'd see on Pico.

"Fuck, man… I could fall asleep like this." Pico said, just above a mumble. The almost drowsiness in his tone proved he wasn't kidding. Whitty didn't stop though, he liked seeing this side of Pico. Whitty pressed a kiss to Pico's forehead, mumbling something like "go ahead".

"Hey Whits… remind me ta.." Pico's sentence was interrupted with a yawn. "... ta give ya a message like this later.. k?" Whitty chuckled, doing his best not to move Pico too much. "Alright, I will." Whitty assured, smiling. Pico yawned again. "... Cool.."

…

They stayed that way for a little while. Pico had long since passed out. Whitty didn't dare wake him from his peaceful slumber.

After what felt like forever, Whitty heard the sound of keys entering a lock behind him. Their front door opened to reveal Boyfriend, who was holding groceries. Multiple bags wrapped around both his arms. Despite all the weight, he appeared completely unfazed. Not bothered by the heavy groceries. Bf might be small, but both Pico and Whitty knew he was deceptively strong. A "little muscle ball" as Pico called him.

He walked into the kitchen, Whitty heard the sound of all the bags and their contents being set down on the counter. Pico apparently heard it too, as he began shifting awake. Part of Whitty was a bit sad that Pico woke up, but his arms were starting to get tired from holding the same position for so long.

Boyfriend trotted towards them, smiling. Pico began to sit up with some help from Whitty, his posture was slouched from not being fully awake yet. Trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

Bf immediately wrapped his arms around Pico. "Hello my boys!" Bf's high pitched voice greeted. Pico let out a tired groan in response. "Aw, sleepy Pico Bico!" He playfully teased in a sing-song voice, smushing Pico's cheeks. Pico muttered an almost unintelligible "Don't call me that.." Bf then hopped onto the couch so he could hug Whitty as well. "Heya Blackberry~" Bf greeted. Whitty playfully rolled his eyes, but grinned at the familiar pet name. Whitty returned Bf's hug. "Hi Blueberry, welcome home." Bf giggled and kissed Whitty on the cheek. "Aww! I missed you guys!"

"Yeah… missed ya too." Pico mumbled, a slight smile appearing on his features. "Need help with the groceries?" Whitty offered as he lifted Pico and put him on the couch. Boyfriend waved dismissively. "Nah, I got it. Thanks though!" Whitty nodded, and Bf returned to the kitchen. He hummed random tunes as he organized. "I'm gonna make dinner tonight!" Bf yelled, "Sounds good, Blueberry! Thank you!" Whitty replied, yelling as well.

"Hey Whits."

Whitty turned to the man beside him, "Yeah? What's up?" He suddenly felt chapped lips press against his cheek. "Thanks. For everything earlier." Whitty nodded, and with a smirk on his face, said "Yeah, you too… Pico Bico."

"God damn it. Not you too!"

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sir-subpar · 3 years

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Where have you been? (Part 2)

*Warning: Blood/Gore*

Five weeks. That's how long Boyfriend had been missing. Five weeks with still no sign of the blue-haired man, it was starting to drive Pico mad. The longer this went on, the harder it was for Pico to think positively. He was starting to struggle with sleep, sometimes going days without so much as a wink of rest. His fiery orange hair was messy from him constantly running his fingers through it. It was hard to relax when someone you care about was unaccounted for. Whitty and Hex were still helping out, which Pico appreciated, but it did little to ease his fears. The three of them met up and searched for Boyfriend as often as they could.

It was late in the afternoon, another day going by with no luck finding Boyfriend. The trio had resorted to putting up missing posters for Bf, splitting up to scatter them around town. It did little to help, especially when random vandals would tear them down or draw all over them. Every time Pico saw one of the posters being ruined it pissed Pico off to no end. He didn't think it was possible to want to strangle a graffiti artist as much as he did. By some miracle of willpower he refrained from doing so (that, and he didn't know who was doing it). Pico sighed angrily as he hung another poster, his thumb turning white as he pushed the tacks into a wooden pole. His gaze lingered on the poster. In the picture, Bf was smiling. He looked so happy.. Pico felt his chest tighten around his heart. It felt hard to breathe, but not impossible. He clutched the front of his vest, fidgeting with the teeth of the zipper. Pico could only imagine what Boyfriend was going through, and his imagination was not kind. As much as he tried to ignore the worst possibilities, he struggled to stay positive.

What if Boyfriend was dead?

He hated the idea. He didn't want to think about it. Surely he was alive. He had to be somewhere! Anywhere! He couldn't be dead! Pico tried to ground himself by thinking of other possibilities. Maybe Bf was just hiding from everyone because he didn't want Gf and her family to know where he was. Pico grit his teeth as more anger suddenly rose from his core. Girlfriend… he was honestly starting to resent her. Sure, most people don't want to see their ex after a breakup. Pico understood that, sure, whatever. But when someone goes missing, it's good to help find them. Especially when you're the last one to have seen them…

Pico was suddenly brought back to reality when he heard his phone buzzing in his pocket. Whitty was calling. The two exchanged phone numbers after they went to that diner weeks ago. Pico tapped the green icon to answer, and brought the phone to his ear. "Hey Whitty. What's up?" Pico asked, his anger faded a bit, now being distracted with the sound of Whitty's voice. "I just wanted to let you know that Hex can't help us for a few days. He's got some computer virus that's apparently been a bitch to remove." Whitty sounded agitated. Pico figured he was probably worried about his best friend. "Is he gonna be ok?" Pico asked, he was already missing one person, he didn't want to lose another. "Yeah, some tech guy's helping him out. He should be fine soon..." Whitty paused. "Hey, do you want to meet up? I'm out of posters to hang." Whitty's tone changed a bit, Pico couldn't quite figure out why, but he brushed it off. It didn't matter anyway. "Yeah, I'll pick you up. Where are you?"

…

Pico drove in silence as Whitty sat in the passenger seat. He felt a little bad for the bomb man as even with the seat pushed all the way back, he barely fit in the car. Pico's car just wasn't designed with people over 8ft tall in mind. Whitty had the chair leaned back so he wouldn't hit his head on the ceiling, his knees were bent just so he could fit in the car. Whitty's hands were in his pockets, despite the lack of space in the car, he seemed like he was relaxing a bit.

"Hey Pico." Whitty broke the silence. Pico let out a hum, signaling he was listening. "I had this random idea for the next place we should check." "Hmm?" Was Pico's only reply. He was tired, but he wasn't gonna quit for the day just yet. "You know that bridge close to the freeway? The one over the ditch?" Pico had to think for a moment before he caught on. "You think he might be hiding out in the ditch?" Pico asked, a little glimmer of hope making itself known. Whitty shrugged. "Maybe. I dunno. It's a common place to hide." Pico turned on his blinker, he had to drive to the opposite side of town to get there but at this rate it wasn't a big deal. If there was even a chance of Boyfriend being there, he had to take it. He had to make sure Bf was safe.

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After Pico parked the car, he and Whitty climbed down into the dry ditch. It was now night, the darkness making it hard to see anything. Except Whitty's eyes, that is. In the complete darkness, Pico noticed Whitty's orange eyes were glowing. He could partially see the tall man's body as the warm light from his eyes reflected off of him. Pico found it fascinating. It was oddly comforting, like a fireplace. Pico found himself getting lost in them.

"... Pico?" Whitty's voice interrupted Pico's stupor. Turns out the inside of Whitty's mouth glowed too. "Huh? What?" Pico asked, a little lost thanks to his little daydream. "Are you alright? You seemed out of it." Whitty asked, shifting awkwardly as he stood. Pico felt uneasy, did Whitty see something in the dark that he hasn't noticed yet? Were they alone? Pico quickly shoved his hand in his pocket and whipped out his flashlight. As soon as he turned it on, and the light flooded the ditch, he realized no one else was near them (at least no one was close enough to see). So why was Whitty uncomfortable? Like someone was staring at him?

Wait…

Pico had almost physically face-palmed. He was staring at Whitty. He just stood there in silence and stared at this dude's face in the darkness. From Whitty's point of view, that probably came off as creepy. Now he felt a bit guilty for being so weird. Damn it, he had to say something to break this weird silence! But what? Should he apologize? Or just brush it off so they don't have to talk about it? 'Damn it Pico, say something! Anything!' He mentally chastised himself. Just when he was about to blurt out what probably would have been nonsense, Whitty piped up. "Did my eyes creep you out?" Whitty asked, sounding disheartened. Pico suddenly panicked, speaking before his brain could filter it. "What- No! No. Not at all. Your eyes are cool! Like a jack o lantern or something. They're neat! They like.." Pico cleared his throat to compose himself again. He had to give a rational response. "I think your eyes are fascinating. I didn't mean to offend you, I just got distracted. I'm sorry." Pico's face turned a light shade of pink out of embarrassment. He hoped his disjointed response would somehow make the situation less awkward. Whitty's eyes widened, and his cheeks glowed a bit as his expression shifted from surprised to bashful. He started rubbing the back of his head, a nervous habit, Pico assumed. "I… thanks. I've had people say my eyes remind them of Jack O lanterns before, but I think this is only the second time someone's used it as a compliment. Bf was the first." Whitty confessed, his tone sounding fond. Pico smiled a bit, of course B would say something like that. Pico snapped out of his trail of thought before he got more distracted with reminiscing. "Speaking of… we should get back to looking for him." Pico stated, bring their focus back to the task at hand. Whitty nodded. The two chose to walk throughout the ditch, hopefully they'd eventually find a sign of Boyfriend under these bridges.

Each step they took echoed off of the cement around them. It was a little eerie. Pico was glad that he wasn't alone, Whitty seemed like he could hold his ground. It was comforting. After a few minutes, they came across a blanket laid out next to a few plastic water bottles. They couldn't necessarily say they belonged to Boyfriend, but it felt like they were on the right track at least. They continued their walk, hoping to find more signs of Bf. A few more mostly uneventful minutes went by, then they saw someone not too far ahead of them. Pico lowered his light a bit so it wasn't shining in their eyes, but he could still see them pretty clearly. They were leaning their back against the wall of the ditch with their arms crossed. They had what appeared to be a goat skull for a head with long horns er.. Horn. Pico noticed that one of their horns had clearly been broken off. Their face had multiple large cracks all over it. He wore a dark blue hoodie that matched his hat. His jeans were either a darker shade of blue or black, Pico couldn't quite tell. The skull-faced stranger had turned their head to look at Pico and Whitty, clearly having noticed Pico's flashlight. His black eye sockets with glowing yellow pupils staring them down. Pico admittedly got a shady vibe from him, but he was accustomed to shady people due to his type of work. He decided to approach the man, but not get too close, he just needed to know if he had seen Boyfriend. "Hey. Mind we ask you something?" Pico called, hoping the stranger would cooperate. "What do you want?" The horned stranger rudely snapped in a clear Russian accent, he was clearly agitated. Pico wasn't that fazed by the man's rudeness, again, he was used to that kind of behavior (not to mention he wasn't all that polite or well mannered himself). "We just have some questions. We're looking for a friend of ours, maybe you've seen him around." The man appeared to relax a bit after hearing that. His expression was less aggressive. "What does your friend look like?" He asked, his tone a bit less harsh than before. Pico pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through his gallery until he found a picture of him and Boyfriend. He turned the phone around to face the man. As soon as he saw the photo, his eye sockets widened, and he tilted his head back a bit in surprise. "Boyfriend?" The man questioned.

Now it was Whitty and Pico's turn to be surprised. "You know him?" Whitty asked, bewildered at the man's recognition of Bf. "Yes, we are… acquainted. I see him a lot lately." That, admittedly, made Pico angrier than it probably should have. This guy knew where Bf was while no one else did. B had trusted this guy instead of Pico? Or Whitty? Pico once again asked himself the question that plagued his mind for weeks. 'Why didn't he come to me?' Pico tightened his grip on his flashlight. He should be glad. They finally had a potential lead. Pico forced the irrationality down for what felt like the 100th time that day. "Do you know where he is?" 'Please. Tell me you know where he is.' Pico begged internally. The man nodded his head in a 'sort of' fashion. "I know where he's been hiding lately. It's not too far from here." He looked around a bit, as if checking to see if they were alone. "You know that little theater on Chavez road? The closed one? He's been around there lately. You'll find him if you go there." Pico suddenly felt a small rush of relief. That sounded promising. "Thank you, Mr..?" "Tabi" "Thank you Tabi. We appreciate it. Oh! I'm Pico, by the way. This is Whitty." Whitty waved, and Tabi nodded in acknowledgment. Tabi bagan to walk away. "Take care of Boyfriend you too. He's fragile right now." He called before departing. "We will," Whitty replied, "Thank you." Pico mumbled one more time before he and Whitty rushed towards the car.

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For the first time in weeks, Pico felt hope. He felt almost giddy in a sense. Soon this nightmare could be over. Soon Bf could be safe. But there was still a chance that they wouldn't find Bf. There were a lot of emotions running rampant in his head. Nerves, excitement, doubt. He couldn't remember the last time he was this conflicted. Various 'what ifs' both positive and negative coming forth to give their piece of mind. Pico gripped the steering wheel of his car tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Tabi's words echoed in his head. 'Take care of Boyfriend, he's fragile right now.'

Was this all really because of Bf and Gf's breakup? It just felt extreme. Most people don't go missing for weeks after a breakup. Especially Boyfriend. This was out of character for him. He hated being alone. There was more to it. There had to be. Pico was sure of it.

Pico pulled over as the old theatre came into view. The decorative walls were a bit worn, but still beautiful. He knew this old place fairly well, it made him a little sad when it was shut down. Pico and Whitty stepped out of the car. Whitty stretched his arms, glad he could stand at his full height again. The bomb man looked at the various posters on the theater's walls, each one advertised some sort of play or performance. "Huh." Was all Whitty said. "What's up?" Pico asked. "I don't know why, but I thought this was going to be a movie theater. I didn't realise it was one of those performing arts places." Whitty replied. Pico turned to Whitty. "You've never been here before?" Pico asked, genuinely surprised. Whitty only shook his head in response. "Aw man, that's a bummer. This place was nice. It was family-owned, a local theater, ya know? It went bankrupt, but when it was open it was cool… B loved it here." Pico's tone shifted as he reminisced. Going from casual to bittersweet. Whitty tilted his head curiously, waiting for Pico to continue. He didn't make eye contact with Whitty, instead focusing his gaze on the theater's doors. "Ya know… sometimes, after a show, the owners would let B and I use the stage. We'd sing there for as long as they let us. We did it almost every week." Pico couldn't help but feel nostalgic. He remembered those times so well. It was years ago, back when he and B were together. They were memories he cherished. "Sounds like it was fun." Whitty commented briefly. "It was." Pico's tone continued to be bittersweet. Deep down, he hoped that he and Boyfriend could have what they did back then. He always regretted letting B go, but never said anything. Once Boyfriend found someone else, he figured he'd never have a chance again. Pico's vision started to blur slightly. 'Goddammit Pico! Now's not the time!' He mentally chastised himself, he didn't want to cry. Not when Bf was still lost. Not in front of Whitty. He was able to bury this before, he could do it again. Pico did his best to refocus on the task at hand. He needed to stop doing this.

Pico cleared his throat.

"A-Anyway, we should look for Boyfriend. He's probably around here somewhere." Whitty nodded. Pico was thankful that Whitty didn't pry into his emotions. He'd rather NOT talk about that at the moment, thank you very much. "Let's check inside." Whitty proposed, Pico gave a brief sound of agreement before pulling the front door's handle. Surprisingly it was unlocked. Was Tabi right? Was Boyfriend here? Did he unlock it? Pico made a mental note about the door and continued inside, Whitty following just behind him. Once again he needed his trusty flashlight. The theater was usually dark as is, but it was extra dark with it being the middle of the night. While in said darkness, Pico was briefly reminded of earlier that night when he stared at Whitty's eyes for an uncomfortable amount of time. Pico's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. This was definitely going to be one of those memories that kept him up at night whenever he thought about it. Then, Pico had another thought. "Hey Whitty." "Hm?" "How come you haven't been using a flashlight too? I mean, I don't mind sharing mine, I'm just curious." Pico hoped it wasn't a rude question. "Oh, well, uh.." Whitty began, Pico once again noticing how the inside of Whitty's mouth glowed like his eyes. "I don't really need a flashlight. I can see in the dark." Whitty's cheeks glowled orange a bit, now Pico was convinced that was how Whitty blushed. He found it kinda endearing, to be honest. "That's really cool. Wish I could do that." Pico said and chuckled a bit, feeling a bit lighter in spirit. Whitty also laughed coyly, feeling a bit flattered. "Let's check out the stage first." Whitty directed, already walking towards it. "Yeah, good idea." Pico agreed, following suit. The 'house' was dusty, and the seats clearly hadn't been used in a while. Well, most of them hadn't. Pico paused, getting a better look. He quickly noticed that a few of them had been folded out, the armrests were raised, and what looked like a shiney red blanket was draped across them. Someone had been using them as a makeshift bed, Pico realized. Someone was definitely here. "Psst, hey Whitty." Whitty turned around to face him, Pico waved his hand in a 'come here' gesture. Whitty nodded and approached him.

The tall bomb headed man leaned over Pico, looking down the same row of seats he was. It didn't take him long to catch on. "We must be on the right track. Wait, is that a curtain?" Whitty reached over Pico to pick up and hold the 'blanket' which was, in fact, part of a stage curtain that had been cut. Pico felt his heart clench. B was using a curtain for a blanket, he must be cold. Pico looked at the chairs/bed. One of the seats had a pile of clothes/costumes haphazardly bunched together, probably being used as a pillow. This was just… sad. Bf didn't deserve to live like this.

While Pico looked at the seats, Whitty took a second to inspect the curtain. It was red on one side, and white on the other side- wait, no, the other side had red too. In weird splotches and smear-like patterns. Whitty held it stretched out in front of him, the white and red patterned side facing him. The patterns looked inconsistent not just in size and shape, but in hue as well. Some of the red splotches looked darker almost..wet, while others looked faded, like stains. Whitty touched one of the darker red spots with his thumb, surprised when it was actually wet. Realization suddenly dawned on him, this wasn't a pattern. Now he was worried. "Hey Pico?" His scratchy voice quietly called, Pico turned around to look Whitty in the eyes. Whitty held the curtain in a way that only let Pico see the shiney full-red side and not the 'patterns'. "I'm not entirely human, so correct me if I'm wrong but… human blood is red, right?" Pico gave him a confused and worried look, then nodded hesitantly. "That's what I was afraid of." Whitty admitted, turning the curtain around so Pico could see. Pico's white eyes shot open wide, before giving Whitty a panicked look. Pico's heart dropped.

Just as Pico was about to say something, there was a loud *CRASH* from a distance.

Pico and Whitty's attention snapped towards the stage, it looked like a shelf had fallen over from backstage. Frantic footsteps could be heard. Neither of them had to say anything, they both bolted towards all the noise. Running up the small stairs to the stage. They ran towards the backstage area. Their own footsteps echoing as their shoes hit the wooden floorboards. Whitty, with his longer strides, took the lead ahead of Pico. Once they arrived at the backstage room, they saw the metal Exit door slowly closing. Whitty slammed it back open, dashing through it, Pico not far behind him. Once outside, they had stumbled into a fenced in parking lot. Street lights illuminated the empty lot, now they could see the other person running away from them. They were short, around Pico's height. They had a black hoodie on, the hood was up so they couldn't see their head. Even so, Pico was sure that it was Boyfriend. It had to be.

The hooded person ran into the parking lot's locked gate. Attempting to climb over it, but they weren't fast enough. Pico and Whitty were on their tail. They still tried, though. They were clearly struggling to get up the fence's bars, it looked like they kept slipping, like they couldn't grip the bars. Just as they were about to make another attempt to climb, Whitty caught up to them. The tall bomb man swiftly wrapped his hands around their torso, easily lifting them off the ground. Like holding a kitten. They helplessly swung their arms and legs, attempting to free themself from Whitty's grip. Amidst all their wild flailing, the hood came down, revealing a familiar face with blue hair. Boyfriend. They found him.

"N-no! Let me go! P-Put me down!" Boyfriend yelled, his voice filled with panic. His eyes were closed, and tears soaked his cheeks. Whitty knelt down to bring Boyfriend closer to the ground, still not letting go. "Hey! Hey… Boyfriend, it's just us. It's okay." Whitty did his best to keep his scratchy voice steady, hoping to calm down the terrified bluette. Despite not having the most soothing voice, it seemed to help a bit. Bf stopped flailing and yelling for the moment, his eyes snapped open. He seemed to have come to a sudden halt. His fearful eyes scanned the environment around him. Pico tried to approach him slowly, he didn't want to spook the poor guy more, but he too, was shaking. He had seen Boyfriend scared before, sure, but not like this. This was a new level of absolute terror. He looked so… fragile. Like if someone so much as flicked him, he'd fall to pieces. This was a far cry from the Boyfriend Pico knew. The dumb, reckless, confident man was no where to be found. What really struck Pico though, was the noticeable dampness of Boyfriend's hoodie sleeves. Pico figured he must have been injured, and he had to help.

In the moment though, he was overwhelmed. He was happy that they found him. He was also worried about him. Part of him was angry. After all the weeks spent searching for Boyfriend, after spending those weeks bottling up all his frustrations, fears, grief, worry. He had reached his tipping point. He couldn't hold back anymore. The tears in his own eyes couldn't be stopped this time. Pico threw away his inhibitions, and just ran up to hug Boyfriend. Pico buried his face in the crook of Boyfriend's neck, and dug his fingers into his blue hair. He was there, they actually found him. And he'd be damned if he lost Bf again. His own face was wet with tears. "G-god Damn it you- you fucking idiot. Don't scare me like that again. F-fuck." Pico's voice shook, sobbing, his cries making it harder to speak. Whitty let go of Boyfriend's torso, instead wrapping his arms around both Pico and Boyfriend, trying not to cry himself (emphasis on tried). A few of his hot, orange tears fell onto the other two boys, but neither seemed to notice.

After a few moments, Whitty and Pico pulled back from the hug. Pico kept his hands on Boyfriend's shoulders, he didn't want to let go. His attention was once again brought to the dampness of Bf's hoodie, he knew it had to be blood. "B… let's go home." Apparently that was the wrong thing for Pico to say, as soon as he did, Boyfriend panicked again. "I-! N-no! I don't want to see her again please Pico-! Don't make me go back!" Pico rushed to ask what was wrong, startled by Bf's reaction. "B, who are you talking about?" Pico gently grabbed Boyfriend's hands, he wanted to be comforting, but that changed when he noticed Bf heavily flinched, and his hands were wet. Pico gently brought Bf's hands into the light. His hands were cracked and bleeding. Badly. The skin and flesh looked like it was just barely holding on to the bones. Some of the blood was dry and crusty, while some of it was fresh. Pico furrowed his brow. "B… what happened?" Bf began crying again. "Gf.. She.." Bf's voice trembled, his lip quivered. He started sobbing. Whitty's orange eyes widened, in a spur of the moment, Whitty gathered both the shorter males in his arms. Lifting them off the ground and standing at his full height. "Hey Pico, why don't we all head to your place?" Pico nodded, still holding Bf's hands. "You can stay with me, B. I promise I won't take you to Girlfriend. She won't even know we found you, okay?" Bf looked into Pico's white eyes, then Whitty's orange ones, before slowly nodding and letting out a barely audible "okay".

Whitty carried them to Pico's car, he decided to sit in the back with Boyfriend so he wouldn't be alone while Pico drove the car (they moved the front passenger seat as far up as they could to make more legroom for him). Bf was huddled to Whitty's side, the tall, warm, bomb man made him feel safe. Whitty had one of his arms wrapped around Boyfriend, hoping to comfort him. The bluette was still crying, but not as much as before, he seemed to have calmed down slightly. No words were exchanged during the car trip to Pico's house.

Once they arrived, Whitty gently carried Bf into Pico's house and carefully set him down on Pico's couch. Pico ran off to grab his first aid kit from his hallway closet, mentally preparing himself for how wrecked the rest of Bf's arms might look. He didn't want to end up freaking out and scaring Bf more. Pico moved to sit next to Boyfriend on the couch. "Okay B, show me what hurts." Boyfriend seemed hesitant, Whitty, who was sitting at Bf's other side, rubbed his back. The small gesture seemed to comfort Bf a little, and he removed the black hoodie he was wearing, hissing as the fabric pulled away from his wounds; he was only wearing a tank top under it, so the damage to his arms was revealed easily. Boyfriend's arms looked worse than his hands did somehow. Cracked and bleeding, in some places, it looked like the skin had stitches only to fall apart more and undo them. He could see the bone in Bf's elbow and shoulder.

Pico felt sick. It was a mystery how Boyfriend wasn't just screaming in anguish. Pico took a quick glance at Whitty, who also looked appalled at the gorey sight before them. Pico looked into Boyfriend's teary eyes, then back at his arms. "We should take ya to the hospital." Pico said nervously, his gauze and hydrogen peroxide couldn't fix this. "I-I already tried that. They couldn't- *sniff* they couldn't stop it. I-It's magic." Bf confessed, Pico noticed Whitty's expression changed from shock to sympathetic. Whitty gestured to Bf's arms "Was this Girlfriend's magic?" Boyfriend nodded. Pico felt rage bubbling in his core. His attempt to keep calm and collected was thrown out the window. "Did she do this on purpose!? That's it! Imma beat her ass!" Pico whipped out his gun. Furious. "I'm gonna pump that bitch full of lead!" Pico was about to storm out his house when both Boyfriend and Whitty stopped him. "PICO DON'T!" Bf and Whitty said in unison. Whitty gripped Pico's arm (which was super easy seeing as his hand was big enough for his fingers to wrap all the way around Pico's forearm), and Boyfriend hugged him, burying his face in the crook of Pico's neck. "Why the fuck are you two stopping me!?" Pico shouted, still undeniably pissed. "Please don't go, Pico!" Bf cried. "Listen dude, as much as I'd love to see ya give that girl more holes than swiss cheese, if you even try it, her family will kill you. Plus, if ya went to her now, they'll know we found Bf, and who knows what they'd do to him then!"

Pico hated to admit it, but Whitty was right. He'd just make it worse by confronting Girlfriend. Her family was powerful, her parents would definitely come after all of them if he tried to do anything to her. His anger was screaming at him to go and blast her with his Uzi, but reason objected to it. Pico sighed, and put his gun on the table. "Alright. Yer right. I'm sorry." Bf hugged him tighter. "Thank you." He said quietly. "Well, if I can't shoot that bitch, let's at least try to solve… this." Pico gestured towards Bf's arms, which were bleeding all over him in the hug. Whitty rubbed the back of his head, unsure. "Well, demon magic did this in the first place, maybe another demon can undo it?" Whitty offered, Pico thought about it, it made sense. If hospitals couldn't treat a curse, might as well try magic. "I can't say you're wrong, the issue now is finding a demon who would be willing to help. The only other demon I know I wouldn't trust as far as I could throw her. Do you know anyone?" Whitty shook his head. The three stayed quiet. Pico wracked his brain for anyone who might be helpful. Maybe his dad knew someone who could help? Probably not. His brother definitely hung out with demons and whatnot, but most people his brother hung out with were bad news. Not to mention he hasn't spoken to his older bro in a long ass time. That was a no go. Who else could he ask? Pico glanced at Whitty, he appeared to be going over various options in his head too. They were silent until Boyfriend chirped in. "I might know someone. Maybe tomorrow we can find her?" Pico shrugged. "I guess that's just what we gotta do. For now though, you should go get cleaned up. You remember where the shower is?" Bf nodded, and started walking down the hallway. "I'll bring you some clean clothes you can borrow!" Pico called, Bf replying with a distant "Thank you" before disappearing around the corner.

Pico made eye contact with Whitty. He might not have known this guy too well, having only met him a couple weeks ago, but the time they spent working together trying to find Boyfriend made Pico appreciate him. He wanted to know more about him. Whitty was so helpful, even managing to calm Pico down when he was two seconds away from snapping. He found the gentle giant fascinating and comforting. "Hey Whitty?" Whitty let out a curious "hmm?"

"I just wanted to say thanks.. For everything. You've been really helpful and great and.. I really appreciate it." Pico's earnest tone made Whitty's cheeks glow slightly. "It's no problem. You don't have to thank me or anything. I just.. Wanted Bf to be safe too, ya know?" Pico nodded understandably. "I wish we coulda met under better circumstances. You seem like a great guy, I uh… I'd really like to keep hangin out with you. Maybe once we get this whole curse thing sorted out, we should do something together? Maybe all three of us should." Pico felt color flooding in his own cheeks now, feeling somewhat nervous. Whitty smiled. "I'd like that." Pico let out a small chuckle. "Cool. Cool. Sounds good."

An awkward lull took the conversation, neither saying much. Whitty eventually stood up and stretched, feeling a bit sleepy. "Well, I should head out. I'm gettin tired. Want me to meet up with you guys here tomorrow?" Pico hesitantly nodded, he almost offered to just let Whitty stay the night, but if he had plans to go home, who was Pico to stop him? "Sounds good. Imma uh.. Get some clothes for B." Pico attempted to make the situation less awkward, he was never good at goodbyes. "Yeah, that'd be good. I'll see you tomorrow." Whitty and Pico parted ways after that. Now, Pico just had to help Boyfriend. Hopefully this woman he was talking about can reverse whatever demon spell was on him..

Pico let Bf borrow his spare pajamas, and threw Bf's clothes in the wash. He wasn't sure if the washing machine was gonna be able to get all the blood out. As he was going through it, he noticed that the inside of Bf's jeans were bloody too, the curse must've been affecting his legs as well. Pico kept the 1st aid kit out, that way he could bandage what was left of Boyfriend's limbs. While Pico tended to the bluette's wounds, he made small talk with Boyfriend, hoping it would put him at ease. It seemed to help. Eventually it became time to turn in for the night. Both boys were exhausted.

"Hey Pico?"

"Yeah B?"

"Can I sleep in your bed with you? I don't wanna be alone."

"... Yeah. C'mere."

"Thanks Pico."

"No prob. G'night B."

"Good night Pico."

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