[C] The Overdose

The human growled loudly, his outstretched hand clenching in a fist.

A very tempting idea of decking the boy in the face flashed through his mind and he slowly lowered his hand, fighting the urge to do anything to the boy.

"Rubbing against people with a thick wallet is what's getting you fucked so bad that you almost die."

He really needed to find some way to stop the kid stealing his money. They couldn't go on like this.

Dario's eyes flickered to Doc when he piped up.

He had to remind himself that he was here in someone else's place.

He strolled towards Doc. "I'll believe you'll find, Desi, that it's mine. My money. My drugs."

He picked the packet up from Doc and looked through it. He gave an appreciative whistle. "Nice, Desi. At least I know that you spend my money on the good stuff." He'd been in Desi's place before. He used to do whatever he could get his hands on.

"You can dispose of these, right, Red?"

"Yup."

He replied, popping the 'p' as he put his hand out to take the packet back, he could get rid of them easily enough.

Doc could put up with a lot of things but when the boy started shouting out homophobic slurs directed toward him and Dario his eyes narrowed slightly, his grin widening.

"You know kid, it isn't a wise idea to annoy me, not after I spent hours making sure that you didn't chock on your own vomit."

He replied taking his phone out of his pocket and snapping a quick picture of the boy.

Deacon whistled merrily as he walked back over to the kitchen, the photo was sent to his entire contact list with the simple caption 'He gets nothing.'

"You're cut off kid."
He muttered, glancing over at Desi who flared with immense rage, he knew who Doc was and he knew what those words meant.

"Fuck you faggot! You're just as bad as he is!"
He shouted, pointing an accusing finger at his uncle.
"You're both fucking disgusting!"

He dropped the packet back in his hand.

"Don't suppose there was any money in that lot? That was last night's lap dance."

Dario had been knackered when he got home that morning. He'd just collapsed on the couch and the little shit had raided his pockets for anything that he could use or pawn off. Again.

Dario hissed softly, rubbing his forehead as he dropped down onto a chair as far away as he could get from the boy at the moment.

The man smiled genuinely for the first time since Desi had staggered out into the livingroom area. Those three words had to be the sweetest words he'd heard in a long time.

You're cut off.

The man sighed, running his hands through his hair.

"Just get your lily ass back home, Desi. Your mother wants to know that you're not bleeding out somewhere after pissing someone off."

Desi just stood there, glaring at the two of them, stunned into silence, he didn't believe Doc's words, if he had the money, someone would sell him something as such he stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door on the way out.

Deacon shook his head, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Dario, he had the put up with that little shit?

"I don't envy you."

He muttered as he walked over to the man sitting on his couch, pressing a kiss to his head

"You can stay here tonight if you want."
He offered with a shrug.

That was Desi sorted out for now. He'd have to have another proper talk with him when he could corner the little shit.

"I doubt anyone envies me," he replied tiredly.

Desi was only part of his ever-growing problem.

"Thanks."

Staying away from the house for one night was a good idea. He would have gone and asked Liq to borrow his couch, but Red worked just as well.

The Human leaned back in the chair, groaning softly.

He really hated fighting with his nephew in front of people like that.

"Come on, you're as tired as I am."

He muttered, taking the man's hand and giving it a tug before padding over into the bedroom.

Deacon had slept on the floor for part of the day he intended to spend tonight in his own bed, not on the couch.

He proceed to kick off his own pants, crawling into his bed in his underwear and shirt.

Dario pulled himself up when Doc gripped his hand, letting the shorter man pull him along towards the closed-off bedroom.

He collapsed onto the bed without stripping of anything.

He wore his cuffs, collar and thong like it was normal to just collapse and sleep in them.

It was normal for him.

"As soon as we're awake, we're going to fuck until neither of us can see straight," he grumbled softly. He needed a good fuck to get his mind of Desi.

Deacon gave a soft, tired chuckle as Dario spoke, his own eyes sliding shut as he pulled the blanket over them.

"Sounds like a plan."

He murmured, tomorrow would start off a lot more fun that today had, he was sure of that.

It didn't take long for the Warlock to fall asleep, slipping into a peaceful doze.

The human pulled Doc against him, his large body curling around the man.

He despaired over the fact that they didn't quite fit together. Doc was pretty tall compared to the normal height of people here in Italy.

Their legs tangled together and Doc's back pressed against his chest.

But his long hair got in Dario's face, preventing him from settling comfortably.

After a little while, he pulled back and rolled over, drifting to sleep easily.

Deacon was none the wiser to Dario's fretting about and trying to cuddle up to him, once the Warlock was asleep he stayed asleep.

He slept through the night, barely moving at all in his sleep, he was far too tired to toss and turn in his sleep.

When the sun finally shone through the window it had to be late morning, nearing noon, he had slept in far later than he had meant too, not that it mattered much.

He rolled over, looking at the man sprawled out next to him, a smile curling at him lips as he moved to press up against him, laying a kiss against his throat.

The man's eyes flickered open when he felt the lingering touch of lips against his throat.

"Morning," he mumbled softly around a loud yawn.

It was too early to be awake.

Dario was practically nocturnal most of the time with work. Any time before mid-evening was too early to be awake.

His arms banded around the Warlock, pulling him closer.

Deacon normally work up around noon, did his deliveries then spent the night hanging around pub and clubs.

"Morning."

He purred as he was pulled closer, nestling in against the man's warm skin.

Cuddling up to someone just after waking really was one of the best feelings, their skin was always warm and their grasp so gentle.

He nipped Doc's lip sharply until the skin split under his teeth.

The human purred softly as he lapped lazily at the blood that spilled from his lip.

He loved the taste of blood when he just woke up.

He pressed forwards into a deep kiss, hands sliding down the man's back to grip his backside, kneading his cheeks firmly.

He'd made a promise last night and he was definitely going to rise to that promise.

Deacon knew he was bleeding even before Dario started to lap at his wound, he could taste blood slowly sweeping over his tongue.

A gentle moan passed his lips as his ass was kneaded firmly, his hips instinctively grinding down against the man, hugely aware of his current mostly naked body.

His hands moved to grip the man's sides, his thumbs stroking over his pelvis slowly as he captured him into another kiss.

Dario rolled the two of them over, hips rocking down against Doc's body as his hands cured in the man's hair.

After last night and the teasing he'd gotten, he really wanted something more.

He was going to pull Doc through hell this morning to make up for the lack of anything fun last night.

"Chocolate sauce. Rope. Lube. A sock or a pair of underwear. Go. Now."

He rolled off the man and nudged him towards the edge of the bed.

He quickly scrambled off of the bed and went to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of chocolate sauce before making his way to the laundry and grabbing the rope, dumping both items on the bed.

He collected the lube from the bedside table before taking out a pair of his underwear from the draw, what they were going to do with these he wasn't too sure, the rest of them seemed to fit together quite logically.

Doc placed himself back onto the bed.
"There you go."

He replied with a smile looking down at all the fun things he had gathered, hopefully this would be a lot of fun.

Doc watched the man as he went to gather everything he had ordered him to.

"We definitely have to get something more competent than this," he muttered, picking up the pair of underwear. He tutted softly as he balled it up in his hand.

His arm hooked around Doc's waist, pulling him closer as he forced the balled up underwear into his mouth in a makeshift gag.

He pushed the gagged man down onto his stomach and reached for the rope, hogtying him then grinning widely as he wrapped the rope around the man's balls, pulling taut. Every time he'd move his legs, he would pull at his balls.

Leaving the lube and chocolate sauce for a while, his fingers turned to Doc's balls, stroking and kneading them firmly.

Deacon struggled slightly as the underwear was forced into his mouth, he didn't want that forced in there but Dario had clearly made up his mind.

He yelped as he was forced onto his stomach and bound tightly, groaning out as he struggled in his binding, tugging on his own balls.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Dario kneaded them firmly, another muffled moan sounding and he hooked his feet together trying to keep the rope as loose as possible so he didn't yank on his own body.

The human smirked as Doc gave a muffled moan through the gag.

Dario was feeling cruel right now. He was in the mood to cause suffering. He wanted to see tears and hear screams.

He pushed the man's legs apart, forcing the rope to pull brutally at his balls as he continued to rub and knead them.

The man purred as he watched the rope tug and the skin slowly change colour.

This morning was all about his fun.

Deacon cried out around the gag in his mouth, his teeth biting down on it as he tried to force his legs back together.

His was painful, having the most sensitive part of his body yanked on so brutally, he could already feel them throbbing in pain as the blood flow was cut off from them.

If he wasn't already infertile he could have worried about his ability to bare children after that pull.

Doc swore at the man through the gag, giving a pained hiss.

He held the man's legs apart with a firm hand, letting him struggle.

He wanted to hear the muffled screams of pain. He was in a rather sadistic mood and he was going to take it out on Doc.

Dario purred softly at the curse.

His tongue laved over the sole of Doc's foot slowly as he continued to knead his balls.

"You look so beautiful like this."

The Warlock cringed as his balls were stroked and kneaded, trying to shy away from Dario's grasp.

The man was definitely out to hurt him, he could tell that easily enough as his legs were not allowed to close.

He cried out yet again as his struggling pulled the rope taut, yanking on his balls yet again.

"Not answering me?"

He grinned, chuckling softly as his hand moved from his balls to his entrance, stroking gently before returning to abusing his balls.

He wanted to see tears and he wasn't stopping until he got those tears.

"Cry for me, Red," he purred, nipping sharply at the sole of his foot.

Deacon growled in response as he threw Dario an angry glare.

He had been promised that they would be fucking, not that he would be tied up and have his junk abused like this.

The Warlock cried out as his foot was bitten and he balls yanked on, his eyes screwing shut in defiance, he didn't want to give the man tears if that was what he desired.

Dario smirked when he received the glare.

Such anger.

"You don't look to pleased at this, Red. Too rough for your tastes?" His tongue caressed the sole of the man's foot again.

"Or is because this isn't getting the attention that it wants?" he chuckled, fingers running up to caress his entrance again. A soft husky purr sounded as his fingers teased at his entrance.