About a week passes before it happens again.

Not Gerard pressing Patrick against a door and trying to initiate sex, not going outside and smoking a cigarette together.

No. Patrick has a nightmare.

A bad one.

"How many fucking times did I tell you not to interrupt me and my clients when we're fucking working!" Travie yells, a bottle of beer in one hand and a stack of money in the other. He throws the latter on the kitchen counter and socks Patrick in the jaw causing a satisfying crack to echo through the room.

"I'm sorry that there were cops around? Is that what you want me to fucking say? I'm sorry I was looking out for your shit show business?" Patrick growls right back.

Travie grabs the boy by his hair and bends him over the counter fast, pinning his arms to the wood countertop.

"You're going to regret talking back to me."

Patrick kicks, yells, struggles but Travie isn't giving in. Patrick screams insults, yells, spits. Nothing.

When the boy finally begins to calm down, Travie knees him in the balls and slams his face into the counter before yanking down his jeans and boxers and tugging down his own zipper to pull his cock out.

"Say sorry," Travie growls.

"Fuck. You."

Travie twists his arm back and thrusts down to his hilt. No lube. No condom. Nothing.

Patrick fucking screams.

"Travie!"

His eyes are wide, he's pressing the covers away fast and hyperventilating. Not again. Not again. No, please. He's gonna die. He's going to fucking die.

That's when Gerard comes bursting through the door, "Patrick, are you-"

"Get away from me!" The other screams, eyes wide and hands shaking violently, "Please, I'm sorry it won't. Won't happen again, I'm sorry."

"It's me, Trick. It's Gerard. Travie's dead, I killed him, remember?" Gerard asks, "Remember?"

Patrick takes a few more breaths before they begin to calm down and he hugs himself. There's a long moment of silence, neither say a word. Gerard watches Patrick squeeze himself back into reality and finally look up with the darkest look Gee's ever seen.

"Go."

"No, I'm not gonna just go, Patrick. Something's fucking wrong."

"Just... go. It's none of your fucking business," the stripper replies.

Gerard growls before pressing his hand on Patrick's forehead and squeezing his eyes shut. It takes a moment, it's something he hasn't done in years but when Patrick finally begins to truly calm down, he lets go, watching the boy lower his eyes again.

"You're going to sleep with me tonight, okay?" Gerard asks.

"What did you just do?" Patrick replies, standing and hesitantly following Gerard to his bedroom.

"The pros and cons of being a vampiric angel, 'Trick. Get some sleep, tomorrow I wanna talk to you about everything that's happened. Okay?"

"Yeah... okay..."

Short chapter sorry