A/N: I've been having problems with posting this so hopefully it works sorry if it isn't edited it should be but who knows which version this thing accepted. Sorry about the confusion. And it's been WAY too long since I've updated. There's been such a lack of lovin for this story. Please make me happy and review I'd love you forever and a day and it lets me know people still love Sid and Nico! Thanks so much!

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There was no way that Nico was awake. He probably had forgotten all about Sid being out and just went to sleep passing the whole thing off, right? That’s what Sid liked to think but that didn’t stop him from sneaking into his own fucking apartment like a spy.

“Fucking, shit,” Sid muttered tripping over his own clothing spread across the floor. When he saw that the lights were out and the place was quiet he smiled smug. He’d just crawl into bed with Nico and everything would be perfect.

Too bad the fucking hall light had to come.

“No! Abort! Abort mission! Stand down, I repeat stand down!” Sid shouted, shielding his eyes from the glare. Chuckling to himself he squinted at his boyfriend who glared at him in the hall.

“Hey boy hey,” Sid smiled. Nico huffed and rolled his eyes going back to the room. Sid followed watching Nico crawl back into the cold sheets.

“My phone died,” Sid whispered. Nico said nothing. Sid made a face and looked to his turtles, even they had their shells to him.

“I’m sorry!” Sid said frustrated. He wasn’t one for fighting, it freaked him out and he never knew how to fix the situation. A situation that he wasn’t even sure how he had gotten himself in. He partied; he was in a band that’s what you do!

“Some chick answered your phone,” Nico muttered under the covers sadly. Sid pouted and went over to him, wrapping his body on the outside of Nico’s.

“Is that why you’re mister grumpy face? I don’t even know who that was. She probably heard my phone and thought it‘d be funny. I didn’t fuck anybody, Kico.” Sid said honestly. He wanted Nico to trust him now that they were dating, it was important for him. He needed someone to trust in him because he wasn’t so sure he trusted himself!

Nico stared at him long and hard. He didn’t want to be one of those kinds of boyfriends. He was new to this whole relationship thing but he had seen nagging couples and he didn’t want to push Sid away.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded. “I believe you, just call next time, okay?”

Sid’s smile grew big and he hugged Nico tightly to his body. “I’ll call, write, email, hand deliver,” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last suggestion. “Anything that you want!”

Yawning dramatically and scratching his stomach he titled his head and lifted Nico’s chin, giving him a peek on the lips.

“I’m exhausted, let’s go sleepy bye.”

“Its morning though,” Nico said and rolled his eyes at his own comment, like it being morning mattered to Sid Vicious he slept when he wanted.

It was only a couple hours later that Nico was woken up by Sid’s loud ringtone, his own voice signing of course. Sid jumped up and grabbed it running out of the room.

“Ernie?” he asked on the line.

Nico frowned. Why was he taking calls out of the room? He wasn’t planning on eavesdropping but now he made him suspicious.

‘No stop Nico! Stop acting like this! Sid isn’t doing anything he wouldn’t normally do.’ He convinced himself and then frowned. Sid would do a lot of things.

Pretending to be asleep, he jumped when he heard Sid shout out in the living room and laugh.

“Really?! You better not be fucking with me Ernie...Yeah, yeah I’ll call the guys…of course we’re gonna do it for fucks sake! Yeah….okay, bye.” Sid shouted again, and ran back into the room jumping on the bed.

“Tour! Nico, I’m going on tour!” he screamed, doing himself a little dance thrust thing; Nico wasn’t sure what exactly it was. He obviously had been watching too many music videos and assumed he could do the dances now.

“What?” Nico asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. ‘Tour?’

“You’re leaving?”

“Yup! I can’t fucking believe it. Like fucking Suicide Silence, this is as legit as it gets.” Sid went on and ran to his closet grabbing a suitcase. Nico’s back went up.

“Now? You’re leaving now?” he almost shrieked.

“Well they have like four days off, right? And they thought we were brootal as fuck so they want us to tour the last two weeks with them and shit,” Sid explained and sniffed a pair of boxers. “What the fuck?” he made a face and shrugged throwing them into the bag anyway.

Nico pulled the covers up close, everything was happening so fast.

Two weeks. Two weeks without Sid. Two weeks alone in this place? What was he going to do for those two weeks? His life had become surrounded around Sid. Seeing Sid all over the apartment and now it was going to be…empty, lifeless, dead.

Gnawing on the end of the covers he looked around the room suddenly feeling like it had grown. Sid was talking on and on about it but Nico had tuned him out. Sid didn’t even seem concerned that he was leaving him alone here; he hadn’t said a word about it.

‘Of course he wouldn’t, Nico. Stop being so selfish. This is Sid’s dream.’ He said to himself. Taking a shaky breath, he decided it’d be best to take a shower and leave the situation in there air. Being around Sid as he packed only made his thoughts roam even more. Seeing Sid pack made him feel like it was permanent, like he was never coming back.

Nico stayed out of the way as Sid packed and ran around like a chicken with his head cut off. Milo would probably have killed Nico for even making that kind of reverence.

The rest of the band members had come over just as prepared as their lead singer. They were born ready for this kind of thing. They could drop whatever, anything and leave. Nico bit on his lip as he sat on the couch glancing at them randomly. He was wondering when Sid was going to say something to him about leaving, anything!

“So you got all your shit?” Mo asked Sid. Sid looked around nodding and then, finally then, did he look to Nico and the realization hit.

“Oh shit,” he muttered. Nico kept his eyes glued to the television. Mo followed his friend’s eyes and took that as his cue to tell him they’d be in the car.

Sid walked over slowly to the couch and sat down beside him, Nico wouldn’t look at him.

“Hey, doodle face,” Sid whispered, his voice delicate and careful.

“Hey,” Nico said dryly. Sid’s tongue played with his snakebites and he reached for Nico’s hand.

Nico finally made eye contact, and then looked down real quick.

“It’s only two weeks,” Sid explained, looking at their hands together.

“Two weeks is a long time,” Nico sighed, and laid his head back against the couch. He looked up at the ceiling and then closed his eyes.

Sid’s brownish green eyes studied Nico, he leaned in and placed a small kiss to his lips. Nico’s eyes creaked open now feeling Sid’s hand come up and hold his jaw in place as he licked his lips asking for an open invitation. Nico gladly accepted. The pair remained there, exchanged the heated kiss that would have to be enough to last them for two weeks.

Nico broke off, and hugged Sid tightly.

“I don’t want you to go,” he whined. He sounded childish, he sounded needy but he didn’t care.

Sid kissed his shoulder blade. “I’ll call every day,” he promised.

Nico laughed. “Liar,”

“I will! Scouts honor, mate!” he said, and bit down on the flesh. Nico cried out and shoved him back glaring; Sid winked and licked his lips devilishly.

“I’ll miss you too though, who am I gonna annoy and snuggle up to at the end of the day?” Sid pouted. That face was the cutest thing Nico had ever seen.

“I’m sure it won’t be hard finding someone to fill that spot on tour,” he had to say. Sid frowned, and ran a hand through Nico’s hair.

“Is that what you think I’m gonna do? You think you’re that easily replaced?” Sid asked kind of hurt by the comment. Nico shrugged.

“Everyone can snuggle, Sidney.”

“Yeah, uh, no. Everyone cannot snuggle. Trust me I know this as a fact like Justin, he does this clingy shit where you get all sweaty no, not enjoyable. You though,” Sid tapped his nose. “Your snuggles are warm and soft. They give me cooties.”

Nico narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you mean butterflies? Cooties are germs.”

Sid narrowed his back. “Um no, I mean cooties as in cooties as in you give them to me and they make me happy.”

“Don’t say cooties, you make it sound like an STD.”

“It very well could be. You’ve seen how the kids of the younger generation are acting. They probably got STD’s out the ass at playgrounds now a days.”

Nico sighed, once again off topic with Sid. He knew what he was doing though. Sid was trying to make him laugh, trying to ease up the situation and make everything all better. But when he didn’t see Nico smile, he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He didn’t blame Nico for feeling like this; he remembered what he felt like when Nico disappeared for a bit, the house was lonely.

“Come here, you,” Sid pulled him to his body again and gave him a tightening hug. “Love you,” he whispered in his ear.

Nico shivered at the feel of his lips there so gently. It was a new thing for him to hear someone actually say they loved him and mean it.

“I-I love you too,” he replied. Sid cheered, and jumped up.

“That’s all I need to hear when I jerk off every night on tour thinking about you,”

“You’re sick.” Nico said, looking up at him.

“Sickly in love with you.”

“Gah stop already!” Nico complained. Sid grabbed his backpack.

“I can never stop loving you.”

“I swear to God,”

“I swear to God that I’ll love you forever,” Sid went on. Nico rolled his eyes.

“Bye Sid.”

Sid pouted and nodded looking around his place once more.

“Don’t forget to feed to turtles, and play with them and sing and shit. Do a little dance or something too!”

“Bye!” Nico yelled. Sid gave him a wink and closed the door.

Hearing him lock it from the outside, Nico shrunk into the couch, he wanted to cry, he wanted to yell, he wanted Sid Vicious. But Sid was gone now for two fuckin weeks. So instead he resulted to reruns of Daisy of Love that was close enough.

--

Pixie squeezed the rubber ducky in his hand watching with fascination as the water squirted from its mouth.

Cassie chuckled, watching him.

“You’ll never get tired of those will you?” he asked, moving his hand through the bubble bath water they were in.

Pixie smiled and shook his head. “Never, ever,” had he squirted the duck one more time watching how high the water splattered against the bathroom wall. His bright eyes glanced at Cassidy who was suddenly avoiding eye contact.

“What’s wrong?” Pixie asked him, rubbing his toes against Cassie’s leg. Cassidy looked up at him and smiled softly.

“You always fucking know,” he huffed shaking his head and looking to the door. Pixie studied his profile, he studied the pout of his lips, the dirty blonde of his hair and the way it framed his face. He could stare at this boy forever.

“Of course I do, now tell,” he insisted, running his fingers through the bubbles. Cassidy remained silent and gnawed at his bottom lip.

Pixie frowned.

“Cassidy,” was all he said. It was his tone that Cassie knew he was being serious now.

Cassie took a breath, it wasn’t a big deal to most people, but Pixie wasn’t like most people. He knew how he’d react before he told him.

“Let’s get out first,” he started to move, and Pixie yanked his wrist back.

“No. Tell me now. What is it?” he was looking him in the eye now. Cassie hated when he did that. Those big eyes, those lips, there was nothing Pixie couldn’t get out of him if he tried hard enough.

He listened to the band Owl City playing in Pixie’s room, and looked back at his lover.

“Member how I told you I had some surprises to tell you when I got out?” he reminded him. Pixie nodded.

“Well like, I just, um,”

“You’re stuttering Cassidy James. You’re making me nervous.” Pixie fisted his cold fingertips.

Cassie rolled his eyes. He was dragging this out too long. “I’ve been talking to my parents and shit and I’m gonna move out,” he bite down hard on his lip now, waiting.

Pixie didn’t say anything. He just stared at him. So Cassie went on to explain.

“I just can’t deal with living there anymore, you know? I mean my rents have always been cool and shit but I just…I wanna be on my own. I hate always feeling like they’re watching me. They’re all on edge thinking I’m using again. I can’t take awkwardness you know that. I won’t be far away and they’re gonna pay for it and everything so like it’s a good—Pix say something!” He ended with.

Pixie was staring off at the wall now, blinking fast.

“There’s no reason to cry, Stix. I’m like gonna be fifteen minutes away.”

“You’re five minutes away now; you’ve always been five minutes away.” Pixie finally said.

“Fucks sake, Stix. Don’t okay? Fifteen minutes isn’t that bad at all. I’m still gonna be around. And like I’m gonna get a two bedroom you can stay there whenever. I was thinking you could move in,”

“My parents would never let me,” Pixie whispered.

Cassie sighed.

“Maybe. And even if they don’t you’ll always be over. It’ll be our place you know?” he moved closer to him tugging him onto his lap and squeezing his sides. Pixie rested his cheek on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“It won’t be the same Cassie!”

“No it won’t. But it’ll be better. Our own place, Stix. Sleepovers all the time. Your parents won’t know and they’ll think you’ve found a new friend that you’re always hanging out with it.”

“Sleepovers?” Pixie asked, pulling his head up slowly and looking at him. Cassie nodded smiling, knowing that word would get him. He ran his fingers through Pixie’s wavy platinum blonde extensions.

“I love sleepovers with you,”

“Me too. It’ll be great Pix I promise.” He said, nudging his nose with his. Pixie was concerned though. Cassidy would be on his own. Who knew what trouble he’d get into?

“And I’m gonna get a job too, distract myself. Maybe I’ll try showing someone my art or something,” he went on knowing Pixie was thinking that he would be more likely to use being alone in an apartment.

“What’d Milo say?” Pixie had to ask. Cassie looked away, and shrugged.

“I haven’t told him yet,”

“Cass,”

“I know I know. I just know how he’s gonna freak.”

“Well you said a two bedroom so maybe he could stay in one and we could stay in the other,” Pixie smiled. Cassie smiled now that he was smiling.

“We could.”

“Our own bed, Cassie,” Pixie giggled.

“Anything you want,” Cassie promised, and kissed him. Pixie grinded his hips into Cassidy and Cassie bucked up to him.

“You’re a naughty boy, Cassidy James.” Pixie said, nipping at his nose and wrapping his arms around his neck. He loved saying his boyfriend’s name, it said as much as he could.

“Then show me how to be a good one,” Cassie teased and licked at his cheek.

--

The first couple of nights Nico was a wreck. There was only so much to watch on TV to distract himself, there was only so much to eat, only so much sleeping he could do. None of it held up for him. None of it was Sid Vicious. Even the turtles looked paler since Sid had been gone.

Nico had called over and over again, and over and over again he got Sid’s voicemail.

“He’s forgotten about me,” Nico whispered to Chuck and the turtle crawled across the floor. “He’s completely forgotten about me.”

Nico laid on his back his boxers riding up as he pulled one leg over the other bent one. Staring up at the ceiling, the only light in the room coming from his cell phone screen as he called Sid for the fifth time. Since when was he so fucking dependent? He felt so pathetic, so needy, and Sid was probably having a ball, drinking, fucking the works.

“And this boys is when the scene kid turns back to being an emo kid,” he said to the turtles pouting. Jumping up suddenly he put the turtles in their tank and collapsed against the pillows smelling them deeply.

“Now I’m obsessed,” The sheets smelt like Sid still, Nico rolled around them, hugging them like a dog would for the scent of his master.

Nico couldn’t get over how deathly quiet everything was. There was no way he’d be able to sleep like this. Hopping up once again he went to the medicine cabinet and poured out two cups of Nyquil that would do.

It only took about thirty minutes before he was out.

--

“You fuckin own at pong, Sid, what the fugg?!” the kid who had been Sid’s beer pong partner for the past four games had shouted in his ear for the tenth time.

Sid couldn’t remember the guy’s name for anything, but he knew he was in one of the other bands that they were touring with.

Sid laughed and nodded at him, then chugged the rest of his cup.

“Fuck, I gotta piss,” he mumbled, and told the guy he’d be back. Walking, well, stumbling away from the pong table wasn’t a really good idea because he suddenly realized just how drunk he was. He was a beast at pong and he didn’t think anything of how many cups he was drinking, he just kept playing.

“This the shlinee?” Sid slurred to the sceenie weenie girl leaning against the wall of the random house party he had ended up at. The girl smirked up at him taking in his gauges, his tattoos, his hair, his baseball tee shirt, and the obviously drunk look in his eyes.

“Um yeah, but I know of another bathroom.” She said, stroking a strand of her one pink extension.

“Yeah?” he asked licking his lips, his snakebites clinking against his teeth. Scratching a hand through his long black hair, he took a deep breath.

“I’ll show you,” she giggled as he stumbled. “Aw poor baby been drinking too much?”

“Me? Nahh. I’m not ‘runk at all. I’m a beast, babygirl,” he laughed as she pulled his arm around her shoulder. He thought she was doing it to help his balance; really she was doing it for her own attention.

She knew he was in one of the new bands that were playing with Suicide Silence. He was the lead singer, and he was hot as fuck. That’s all she knew, that’s all that mattered. He’d be a somebody soon enough and being seen with him before he became that somebody was definitely on a to-do list.

“Sid! Where the fuck you goin’ bro?” Mo asked him laughing as he watching his band mate.

“She, um, she, fuck what’s your name?” Sid slurred.

“Vicky, baby, my name’s Vicky.”

“Icky! Mo, her name’s Icky! She’s showing me to the…” Sid hiccupped, and shrugged. “I don’t even know. Fuck I gotta pee though.”

“I’ll show you. Come on.” She kissed his cheek, and helped him through the front door.

“Anyone ever tell you you look a hella lot like Oli Sykes?” Vicky asked him as she prevented them from falling over a bush.

“Anyone ever tells you…the ‘apital of Florida is my anus?”

“What?”

“Fine, fine. It can be your anus, ‘hat’s cool too. Fuccck,” Sid whined. “My fuckin’ bladder,”

“I gotchu, it’s okay,” Vicky led him to the side of the house, and leaned him up against the wall. He was a weird one but he was hot and that’s all that mattered.

Sid heaved, and looked up at the night sky.

“What the fuck,” was he could keep on saying. He was more than trashed. It was that liquor pong game that did this to him!

‘Heh I wonder how Chuck Norris is? Fuck Nico. I haven’t talked to Nico yet. He’s gonna be so mad. What? Who’s that? What are you saying?’

“Just relax, I’ll be the best promises,” Vicky said, as she jerked Sid’s pants down.

“Wait? Wha—?” he muttered. Slapping his face he suddenly realized his pants were down. ‘Did I do that? Must be cuz I gotta pee so bad. Oh yeah! Piss!’ he thought excited now that he remembered.

Sighing, Sid closed his eyes as he let it out. There was a scream and he was shoved back against the wall hard.

“Ow! What the fuck are you doing down there?! I’m tryna piss!”

“You pissed on me! Oh my God. There’s piss on my chest and hair! Do you have any idea how expensive this hair is?! Vicky shouted at him.

Sid couldn’t help but burst out laughing, but he stopped putting his dick back in his pants and seeing the look on her face.

“What were you doing?”

“Trying to suck you off. You peed on me!” she whined. Sid’s eyes widened, sobering up just a tad.

“I gotta go!” he said, running off.

“What?! You’re not even going to say sorry, asshole!” she shouted at him.

Sid ran into the house hearing the random song “Goodnight, Goodnight” by Hot Hot Heat playing.

What the hell did he just do? He was still too drunk to understand. He searched around looking for a band mate. He had to get out of here.

“Jaber! Jaber, we gotta go!”

“Sid Vicious! Where the hell did you go?” he laughed, hugging his friend.

“I gotta leave. I pissed on a girl’s extensions!”

“What?” Jabber laughed. Sid hiccupped.

“Pee. My pee got in her hair.”

“Sure it wasn’t cum?” Jaber asked seriously.

Sid nodded enthusiastically. Jaber gave him a look then burst out laughing.

“You’re trashed.”

Sid nodded, he agreed with that. But he knew what happened…sorta. Did she suck him off? Oh fuck, Nico!

“We gotta go.” He said again. Jaber chuckled, nodding.

“Ok let’s get ya to the hotel room. Better hope she wasn’t underage.” Jaber joked, and led his friend out.

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