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

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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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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.