Walk, come with me now, I'm gonna take you down

[heroeswork]

It wasn't often that Billy let those he'd trap walk free. He'd play with them until they were all used up, then dispose of them. Or they were unable to pass his little tests. More than a few just swallowed a handful of pills rather than face what he'd do to them. But Mike was different. Special. So Billy got curious. After he'd played with him for long enough, he still wasn't used up. And he hadn't stuffed the pills into his mouth. So now came the rarest test of all.

He'd made plenty of promises of keeping Mike well stocked in his vices, and for so much cheaper than Kelly ever could do for him. But sitting in his usual perch in that dive bar, he wasn't shocked, but mildly surprised when just a few days later Mike walked in. He'd expected at least a month to pass before he'd see the boy again. A token effort of resistance.

Billy could have done the deal then and there, but he couldn't resist toying with the man. So he followed the same processes as before. Getting him out to the truck. Driving far, far from the bar. Only this time when they stopped it wasn't the side of the road or an old warehouse. It was a house that had seen better days. The place Billy currently called home.

He led Mike inside without a word. Tossed his coat over an old arm chair. Went into the kitchen to grab a drink. All without a word. Just waiting to see what Mike was really after. He couldn't have gone through his stash already, could he?

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[trashrings]

With the small hit of oxy in his system, Liam actually feels it. That involuntary buzz of pleasure as Mike wraps his lips around his thumb. A crackle that goes up his arm and down to his groin. Involuntary and pleasant. The drug always disconnected his mind from his body, so his own thinking wasn't dulling the sensation. Which was why he brought the hitter to his lips again, drawing in a deeper lungful this time. He wanted to feel what came next deeper than anything he'd done to Mike before.

Head thrown back, he slowly exhaled. He looked utterly satisfied as if the drug were some form of nourishment seeping into him. Slowly, he rolled his head back and down, eyes half closed, just enjoying the twin sensations of the high and of Mike's lips.

"Do want another one, Mikey?" He let his stretch out, sounding almost lazy, making no indication what he might mean. Especially since his fingers curled beneath the other's chin, pushing his thumb a little deeper.

[47redbirds]

He doesn't have a choice, and even, he's not so sure he'd give a fuck. What he cares about is the sudden shift in Liam's personality, and he knows he should be worried but he isn't. Not when Liam is against him, looking as out of it as he is.

He smiles through the finger in his mouth, just as lazy, and feels like he's going to melt into the bed, straightjacket be damned.

One simple, clean nod--yeah, he wants another. A finger, a hit, anything. He wants Liam. Christ, that's all he's ever wanted. His hips arch up, unable to help himself now, still hard and hot and wanting.

He's so very close to asking please. To pleading for it, even though he knows he can't.

[trashrings]

A smile slowly drew itself across Liam's face at the nod. Mike was turning out to be so good. Better than Liam had ever expected someone to be. People were so often stubborn and brittle. They refused to give in until they shattered. They didn't break, they just disintegrated. Became nothing, useless. Disposable. But not Mikey. Not his Mikey. Who broke just right to be reformed into something new. Something pliable. Something actually useful. And now Liam could consider just how much he wanted to keep Mike. Literally or metaphorically, it didn't matter. Loyal, or on a leash, or in a cage, on a shelf. This one he never wanted to throw away, so long as it stayed so very useful.

He brought the hitter to his own lips again, drawing in deep. As he did, his thumb moved, sliding in and out between Mike's lips, the sensation sending sparks through his entire body. Couldn't they just stay here, like this? Mike unable to move, unable to satisfy himself, unable to speak. Completely and utterly dependent and desperate. Mike at his most perfect state. Maybe he should get Mike a collar to wear always...

In one fluid motion, he leaned down, his thumb pulling free, and lips pressing over Mike's, mouth opening wide enough to allow the smoke into the other's lungs.

[47redbirds]

Fuck. Sucking on Liam's thumb should be childish, should be degrading, but it isn't. It just serves to get him even more worked up--even more in need. He needs Liam.

Liam's the one with the drugs. Liam's the one with the brilliant, unobtainable mind that twists every single thing into a sordid fantasy--ones Mike didn't even know he wanted until now. The buzz of the drugs are flooding through his system, spreading along his spine.

The whimper that leaves as he kisses him turns into a moan, unable to handle himself as his hips buck for what feels like the fourth time. he inhales the drugs and, stunned by how pleasant everything is and the sudden dose, lets his head hit the back of the bed, eyes closed, mouth open, completely and utterly in bliss.

[trashrings]

Liam let his lips linger on Mike's for far longer than necessary. Even as Mike's head dropped back, Liam nudged and nuzzled at the junkie's lips, teasing a kiss that would never actually happen, exhaling the remaining smoke. It was so easy rewarding a junkie. They didn't even need the things most people did. They'd already destroyed their own emotions, their own will, their own drive toward anything resembling life. Give them their drugs and they were putty. Easy marks, really. But oh so satisfying.

He could do it, keep Mike there. Keep him like a pet. A prized pet at that, not one chained up in the basement. Lock him up here, in the bedroom, where he could be used and played with always. Keep him squirming and begging, and so very desperate. It would be so beautiful, because the drugs would be the reward. Punishment would be taking them away. And everything else would just be fun for himself. Outside of this beautiful haze, he'd never do it. He'd get bored of Mike in a few days that way. But right here, right now, it was beautiful to think of. A little pet junkie of his own.

He sat up a little further, so he could look Mike in the blissed out face. His own hand returned, thumb grazing over Mike's lips again. "Are you ready to put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use?" He asked, his thumb tracing the curve of the junkie's power lip. To feel it all without a gag, without worrying about teeth. This would be the reward for taming such a wild thing.