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Rave flustered, the tone tearing at his heart; and his resolve. Why did he have to make it sound like he was dying? Growling he closed his eyes in frustration. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't...
"Sabel, you don't need it..." his breath hitched, as tears formed in his love's bright green eyes, and he lowered his own. That was a low blow... "No." |
Sabel blinked his tears away and whimpered. He'd never been without it when he wasn't being punished. It FELT like he was dying, his body panicking at the lack of the substance.
"Ngh.. Why not? Why can't I?! PLease... R-Ravee... you said.. you said if I asked nicely.." He knew he'd said he 'might' but he wanted it to mean that he would. "P-please..." |
Rave wanted to shut off his feelings so he wouldn't care that Sabel was hurting from the lack of drugs. But... He couldn't. Still, he, couldn't sympathize, no...
Grunting, he frowned. "That isn't exactly asking nicely, Sable, love..." He wished he wasn't so dependent on them; it made things hard. "I can't say yes..." |
The youth shook and the tears slipped down his face finally. "Th-then what isss... why? Why can't you? Ravee... ngg, pleasee.. I need it..!"
His hand pressed against Rave's chest, trying hard to keep a level head about things. He wanted it so bad. He craved it, it was what sustained him. |
Under normal circumstances, by this point Rave would have lost it. Stubborn minds gave him a short fuse. But he kept his head over it. It wouldn't do either of them any good if he was pissed.
He looked at the hand pressing against his chest a moment, before opening his mouth. "You can exist without it, Sabel. You don't need it. Please don't push me..." he shook his head, watching the tears almost regretfully. |
He was shivering soon, crying as he clutched at Rave's bare skin. "B-but I can'tt... i-it hurts... too much to be without.. pleasee.." He gasped out, closing his eyes tight and bumped his head down against the man's chest. Sabel squirmed and tried to curl up into himself. "I-I need it.. so badly..." He whispered, fisting his hand against Rave's chest but he didn't hit him.
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"I know it hurts, love." Rave crooned, flinching then holding him tighter as he started to squirm. Sabel could be rather abusive without meaning to be. "Just let it pass." That was actually easier said than done. He couldn't expect him to just bare the pain and not say anything...
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Sabel shook in his hold, pushing back slightly at first before he settled again, huffing. He couldn't take it--all he felt was the craving--it was soooo strong. "Ngghh..! R-Ravvee.. I can't.. do it, please... I-I have to have it..!"
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"Fuck, Sabel." he closed his eyes, feeling bad and yet irritated. All he did was push, push, push! He wanted to give it to him just so he'd stop begging. But...
"Please, understand, I can't. I won't!" he growled the last, opening his eyes again. He wasn't angry; just frustrated, and unable to hide it any longer. |
Sabel's green eyes looked at Rave, wide. He looked away suddenly and then down into the bed as he started to press away, trying to get up.
"L-let me go." He murmured, furrowing his brow a bit. He wanted up, blinking tears away again. "L-let me up..." |
Rave swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly dry. But he refused to let Sabel go. No, no...
"Why...?" he was afraid to even voice the question, as simple as it was. He was quickly regretting letting his frustration show; though, had he suppressed it much longer, it would have blown up into something else. |
"B-bathroom, lemme go." He replied, another tremor hitting him and it made his arms collapse as he pushed at Rave's body, forcing a gasp from Sabel. He tried to squirm from his hold still, writhing against Rave relentlessly.
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Rave relented, sighing, and letting Sabel go. He sat up, helping him at the same time, and furrowed his brow, looking down. Should he really feel so guilty? He closed his eyes in a sort of defeat, hearing Sabel go.
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Sabel scooped his clothes up quickly as he went to the bathroom, glancing at Rave a moment. He slipped into the bathroom and worked on cleaning himself up, shutting the door lightly. He was frustrated to find that there wasn't a window... but there was a medicine cabinet--those were hopeful.
He washed a little, tried to get the blood from his shirt out and dressed--shivering at the cold feeling of his wet shirt. He opened the cabinet slowly, looking though it and taking down the cough medicine. He looked through anything else he could take, he couldn't really do much with the cough meds, but... maybe they'd ease his withdrawals with a different high, for a little while. He looked to see how much there was left, not daring to drink too much, less he overdosed. He slipped out of the bathroom so quietly, trying not to make it seem like he was out of it, leaving the lgiht on and shutting the door lightly, the water running a bit like he was doing something in there. Quietly, he made his way to the kitchen, drinking the syrup and leaving the empty bottle on the counter. He looked around quickly before finding and taking the sugar--it was perfect to sell to the idiots out there... it risked putting him in danger for a bad drug sale, but he was usually long gone by the time they realized it wasn't coke or nothin'. He stole a box of little sandwich bags, listening for Rave the entire time. He was being quick but silent, used to having to sneak around a lot. He portioned out the bags, abandoning the rest on the table as he took what handful he'd made and went right out the front door. Sabel was still barefooted, unable to have grabbed his shoes without making noise. He ran once he was on the sidewalk, 'candy' under his shirt and his tremors had stopped for the time being--though he knew the cough syrup wouldn't hold it off long. He didn't go far, lingering in a dark alley, an old sheet hiding his identity as he waited for the most desperate and oblivious idiots to come by and buy his 'cocaine'. He was actually surprised how fast he'd sold them all, running away quickly and discarding the sheet as soon as possible so he wasn't taken out by anyone. Within the first half hour of being out, he was on a corner just a few blocks away trying to haggle a deal with a dealer on some heroin, looking for more than one hit. He wanted some that would last him a while--he almost had enough cash for a couple days worth, he was just a little short. He wasn't really looking to offer sexual favours in payment either... The man just wasn't letting him buy for what he had--he was 20 dollars under, maybe he should have seen if Rave had any money stashed... no, he didn't want to steal serious stuff from Rave--Rave was his friend, he just didn't want to take his advice! His body said he couldn't go without it. He had to get it, no matter what now. Frowning, Sabel agreed to the terms--sex for 3, despite the 20 missing and if he added oral, he'd get another vile for 'free'. They were heading just into the alleyway now, they'd seal their deal there and get it all over with. |
Rave had opened his eyes a few seconds later; though not for any real reason. He was lost in thought; a bunch of jumbled feelings and regrets... Wonders. He wouldn't have known if someone had come into the room and was holding a gun to his head. He was completely out of it.
In an instant he snapped out of it, however. Surely ten or fifteen minutes had passed since Sabel had 'gone to the bathroom'. While he wouldn't be surprised if he had wanted to clean up a little; because honestly he wanted to as well, he didn't think it would take this long. Furrowing his brow, but ignoring assumptions that quickly came to mind, he stood. Cleaning up slightly with his previous clothes, and pulling a new tank over his head, he sighed. This just didn't feel right. He quickly got into his pants, and padded out into the hall looking around. The sound of running water met his ears as he approached the bathroom, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep relief from flushing through him. "Sabel...?" He grasped the handle slowly, waiting for a reply. But none came. Frowning, he pushed the door open. Nothing but artificial light and the facet running. What the hell?! Smothering his worry, as he turned off the facet and the light; he tried to think of the next logical place that someone would go. Maybe Sabel had been hungry? Hell they hadn't eaten when he woke up. So he quickly walked towards the kitchen. But even now, it seemed desolate; there was absolutely no noise. Again suppressing a wave of 'what the hell' he walked in... And then wanted to back out in the same instant. "FUCKING-A!" He placed a hand on the frame of the entrance to his kitchen, stilling himself and huffing, seeing white splotches for a second. Cough syrup? He wasn't a dumb ass, he knew that could curb a craving, hence the reason he kept it in the house at all. Sugar? The word 'candy' blinked brightly in his mind. Even he'd been scammed into buying sugar before he'd met his friends... Fighting the urge to run out the door and look up and down the street; he walked back to his room. "Oh dear lord..." he realized, upon entering that Sabel had left his shoes. It would have been too obvious what he was up to; had he grabbed them on his way to the bathroom... Well, this made one thing easier... Putting on a pair of converse, he ran to the door; and started down the street... |
It didn't take long to complete their deal-the guy definitely wasn't Mr. Stamina. He walked out of the alleyway, fixing his skirt and wiping his face off with a frowning pout. If he let the man make a mess of him, he got a syringe... a brand new, still sanitary syringe, so of course he'd let him do it. He was licking his lips when he caught that green patch of hair out of the corner of his vision and Sabel bolted down the street, wincing a little as he ran on rocks, glass and who knew what else. He just knew he didn't want Rave to catch him, he was sure he was mad and he was sure he'd take his candy away!
Making a sharp turn, Sabel dashed into a bus station--it was almost completely empty. He ran into the women's bathroom and locked himself in a stall after searching for something to tie his arm off with. He managed to find somethign someone else had left behind, tying his arm off and he smacked his arm a few times until he found a vein, filling the syringe and tapping it softly. It looked fine--pure, not laced like Gavin's. He listened to the sounds around him as he shot up. If Rave looked around carefully, he'd be able to follow Sabel's bloody footsteps right to him. |
Rave sighed, walking up the street. Nothing out of the ordinary a couple blocks away. It when from nice residential, to nearly slums. He looked around; hoping he'd see Sabel randomly sitting somewhere; unaware. Of course, it was merely wishful thinking; that'd be too easy, and besides, he seemed to be running.
Crossing his arms, he wandered further, crossing paths with a man who stumbled out from a rather disgusting looking alley way. He could imagine what had just transpired as he idly watched the man straighten himself, from the corner of his eye. Ugh... That was sick. Shaking his head he continued on, when a sudden crunching sound came from beneath his feet. Shattered, nicely misplaced rocks, and other unidentifiable garbage... And blood? Who the hell would have been in too much of a hurry to worry if there was sharp things under foot? Following the trail, he realized it wasn't that someone had stabbed themselves with an item through a thin shoe sole... But that this person had been barefoot, probably running and not paying attention... Sabel. And as he looked back down the side walk a moment, his face screwed up. Sabel would have only done THAT for some 'candy'... But that wasn't what was important. Running, he followed the trail, right into the bus station. Now the tracks were fading, having been walked on by a couple of people going through. But never the matter, there was just enough blood to lead into the girls bathroom. Frowning, he snuck in and locked the door behind him... A few moments of silence passed and then... "Sabel...?" |
Sabel had closed his eyes as he took in the relief of his fix, nearly groaning in pleasure. The needle was wiped off and in the brown bag again, capped with the rest of his drugs and he'd tossed his newly found elastic into it too.
At hearing his name, Sabel gasped and jumped, making a racket as he hit the stall in the process, groaning in pain. "Nggh... what?" He replied instinctively, not even thinking about the fact that it was Rave anymore. He shifted slowly and picked the bag up, hugging it as he limped out of the stall, still bleeding a little from his feet. He was definitely feeling better, making it to the sink to try and wash his face now, still feeling what he'd done to get his treats. It was the only moment he let go of the drugs, splashing his face with water and scrubbing with his hands. |
Rave cocked a small smile despite the serious situation, but it quickly faded when Sabel answered him. There was a slight; nearly unnoticible slur in the way he talked. He should have known it wouldn't take long for him to shoot up.
He bit his lip in as Sabel stumbled out of the stall. Yeah, he looked a little like hell, and Rave could just imagine how bad his feet hurt. Sighing, he slowly approached, coming up behind the small flamboyant male. Opportunity striking as Sabel put down the bag. Grabbing it before it even had time to properly settle against the porcelain, he lifted it away and looked inside. Heroine... "Mmm... You're a man after my own heart." |
Sabel was a little slow, gasping when he heard the crinkle of the bag and he looked up, his face still wet. "No, Rave--" His voice cut off when Rave didn't look mad, in fact... he looked pleased?
Sabel brought his shirt up to dry his face a little, though the fabric was damp as well. He really needed to get new clothes, he didn't have anything else to wear. "Do... you want some?" He looked shocked, but a smile brought one corner of his lips up into a slight curl. He couldn't be more happy if Rave really wanted some... then again, there'd been that part of him deep inside that had hoped he'd keep trying to get him off of it--he'd never had anyone like that in his life. |
Rave swallowed rather thickly, looking at that expression. Would it make Sabel happy to see him break his edge over his favorite opiate? Hell, how long had he really been running from his favorite addiction? Heroine had been his "main man" for three years, and he still wasn't over it...
"More than you'd ever know..." but he couldn't do that. Just thinking of the silvery scar on his left inner arm reminded him why not. He'd almost lost a limb to it. That... And his life... And, besides, it wouldn't be a very good example when he was trying to help Sabel off the drugs; right? |
Normally, Sabel wouldn't push for someone else to do it, but he was overcome with relief as his withdrawals left and now knowing Rave... mm, he wondered what Rave would be like, his hands reaching to take the bag as he glanced around and he pressed the taller man to the counter.
"Then you shouldn't ignore it." He purred, fingers dipping into the bag to take out a vile and the syringe. He'd shoot Rave up for him if he had to. |
Rave's breath hitched, hands reaching back and holding the edge of the counter. His heart thudded; though he wasn't sure if it was in worry or excitement. The prospect of having the one thing he'd been craving since he'd left it behind clouding his mind.
He watched Sabel, in an almost sick sort of fascination. He honestly couldn't find the will to counter those words... "You're right, love..." |
Sabel smiled wider as he leaned up and kissed Rave for a moment, setting aside the first task to get the elastic from his bag. He tugged it around Rave's arm after waiting for him to offer one of them up, rubbing along the veins a moment before he smacked his arm softly a few times, rubbing again as he found the vein he wanted, loading the syringe and he glanced up at Rave before slowly injecting him.
It was too late to go back now, and he pulled the elastic off as he pushed the substance in, pulling the needle out slowly and pressing his hand over the mark. |
Sensuality with addiction? He never approached it that way before, the action further spiralling what he should think the worst of actions into something almost right. Though, deep in his mind he knew it was never right; it never had been.
Offering an arm was simple, his right one, because it was 'fresh', no puncture or infection scars. His eyes narrowed, feeling his veins react to the stimulation... And then the needle, liquid hot and cold at the same time, moving into his blood stream, bringing a quiet, almost moaning gasp from his lips... Too late to say no, too late to back out. And for the moment he couldn't care... |
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