*Addicted to You* Love & Cupcake

[LoveTheWayYouLie]

Addicted To You.
A tale of twisted obsession.​

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This Friday night seemed much more blurry than the last few. Of course, Nicholas had taken to doing his job more often than partying lately because his family needed some extra cash. But, those debts were paid, and it was time to let loose and have abit of fun. Seeing as this hard working man did really nothing other than work his ass off, and he took a seat at the best night club for all the underground debauchery. In which Nicholas was also digging himself into tonight, sharing his product with the group of like minds. Mostly cocaine, as he didn't just roll out the heroin for anyone. But the group of party goers were more than happy to partake in the free drugs and get themselves more fucked than they already were. Not to mention the alcohol was flowing like a shot glass stream. It had been such a fun night, half of it wouldn't and couldn't be remembered in the morning.

It had been a whirl wind of bright lights, loud music and bodies dancing together. Oh....the bodies....wait no...just one body.

Just one body caught Nicholas's attention that night, when something caught Nicholas's eyes....he went for it, and for what could be remembered....he got what he went after. Blurred images of going home...but not going home alone.

Shadows in the mind of soft skin to skin, and the taste of kisses and sweat. The echoes of pleasured screams and moans filling the darkness of a mind that couldn't really piece everything together. The air thick with the smells of lust and sex from the thoughts that Nicholas could even try and bring back as a full memory.

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Nicholas was snug in his bed, his arms tucked up under his pillow and his head snuggled hard into the fluffy fabric. His blonde hair was sticking up in a wild bed head appearance, not to mention sex hair. But that was the last thing that Nicholas even remotely cared about as he was lost in his dreams. He was naked, and only the part of the blanket was covering his body. But he was happily snugged on his stomach, his sleeping tones slipping from him as he laid there. Uncaring to the rest of the world.

The bright autumn sun was blaring through his old, cream colored curtains. Filling the room in a sunlight lit hue. The apartment itself was quiet, but the sounds of the busy city streets climbed into the apartment from far below. Adding a hum of noise that expressed that the morning was there and it was time to get up, to those that needed to get up anyway. Nicholas could have really slept through the bright sunlight and noise, but his dreams were plagued with images of the night before, and the drugs in his body had him still running on high drive. So, as the sun hit his face, he groaned softly. Turning his face into the pillow.....but he was awake now. Although, he didn't get up or anything, he just laid there, his face buried in the pillow.

He knew he was home as he could smell and feel his own bedding. But, as he laid there, his heart still racing from the cocaine that was wearing out of his system, and his head starting to thump from drinking far to much.....he remembered that he didn't leave the club alone. He had had sex last night....lots of sex...hell his body was sore from it even. He was sure if he got up and looked at himself in the mirror he was going to he lined with nail marks, bite marks, and whatever else the partner had attack him with in their love making.

Thats when it hit him......he was home........he had brought someone home! He fucked up.

He wasnt supposed to bring anyone to his home unless they were a member of the business. It kept people from knowing where the line of drugs was coming from. They didn't just need random people coming and going. So when he was to have sex with people he normally went to their place, or motel rooms. He hoped and prayed as he laid there that no one had seen him bring this person here and he still had time to shoo them out and still be unseen. Perhaps he could sweep this under the rug like it never happened.

But damn, from what he could remember....his heart raced at the thought of the sex, for it was the best he ever had.

He moaned softly into the pillow, not wanting to wake up or even move. But he had to get this girl out of his apartment. He assumed in his mind it was a girl....his brain couldn't really recall just what the sex of his partner was, but he knew for a FACT he only took men to his bed when he was sober and went out of town to pick up a male whore. That was IT. It was against everything in his life to take male sex partners, so....surely he took him home a pretty young girl. So, it was time to get up and get her out of here.

He did lay there a few more moments to see if he heard movement in his apartment, maybe she was up and getting ready to leave on her own. But there was no sound besides the normal noises outside. Nicholas shivered slightly as he reached out to get himself some more covers. It was chilly in his apartment, and he knew the heater most likely needed kicked to start working again. As he reached out to cover his naked form some more, he felt the body that was still in the bed with him. It was all snuggled in the blankets......thats were all his covers went.....the person was a blanket hog too it seemed. Yea, she needed out of here.

Turning his head out of the pillow, he slowly opened his bright blue eyes to the glare of the room and scrunched his face up at the onslaught of sunlight. Once they adjusted, he looked at the partner he had brought him to his bed and tugged on the covers abit. "Hey, wake up.." He muttered, his voice heavy with sleepy tones....but also there was a VERY thick accent. He had taken to speaking English well, but sometimes, he still struggled. But as he tugged on the covers it revealed just who was there.....and it dawned on him that it wasn't a girl.........

His heart fell into his ass, and if he hadn't been so shocked and frozen he would have jumped out of the bed like it was on fire. He brought home a BOY! A MALE! A MAN! He swallowed a ton of bricks and couldn't move or speak for a moment. All he could utter was "YA tak trakhal ..."

Translation.
"I'm so fucked..."

 

[cupcakemon]

Rave had gone out with friends to some club, one of the best for underground and illegal needs. He knew of it before, his old dealer having taken him there once or twice, before they had gotten into a fight. But at the club he stayed close to his friends, trying to scope out a new dealer before he had been tugged off to partake in free drugs.

He never was the kind of person to pass up free drugs, a chance to get fucked up and feel free for a while. After they had taken partake of the drugs he had been dragged off to dance, one of his lady friends wanting to show off to the guy who had given them the drugs. He couldn’t remember much after that.

He did remember pleasure, the feeling of being filled and his nails digging into flesh. Sloppy kisses and the feeling that he was going to explode over and over again until he passed out. The body next to him heavy and already having given into sleep. He had thought of leaving but fell asleep too easily before he could even get up.

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Rave was hiding under the blanket, his shortish black hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He had gotten cold so his instant response was to hide under covers until somebody pulled them off of him. Which at the moment it didn’t seem to be happy so he laid in the bed, half curled up to a pillow. Light didn’t hit him and as he rolled over he was glad because right now all he wanted was more sleep. After last night with the drugs and over drinking and sex he was sure his body would be in pain.

Feeling the other move he made a noise of protest and closed his eyes tighter. Rave just wanted a few more minutes of sleep before whoever it was realized that somebody else was in his bed. It had to be a he after all, Rave didn’t go home with girls. Unless it was one of his friends and he was too fucked up to even go home with the right kind of guy. Whatever it was the guy seemed to be moving and Rave tried to go back to sleep.

Rave had managed to steal the blankets, most of them piled up on him. That had been an accident seeing as when he was asleep he usually reached out and grabbed whatever to cover himself from the cold. Be it blankets or another person. Over the night it seemed like he had chosen the blankets instead of his bed companion. He liked to be warm, hated the cold so blankets piling on him had to be a thing. But he felt the blankets get pulled part way off him.

Hearing the voice tell him to wake up he groaned, muttering nonsense in soft Romanian to himself. The other had an accent, a thick one at that. A few more minutes of sleep was all he needed but it seemed that he wasn’t going to be granted that. His eyes remained closed until he heard the Russian. Opening one eye he looked at the blonde male with one green eye. His heart pounded in his chest from the drugs, his head giving a dull throb from the alcohol. Parts of him hurt as well, especially his shoulder that displayed a decent sized bite mark.

“I don’t speak Russian,” he stated before closing his eye and arched his back, hearing the sharp crackling it made. Making a small noise of approval he rolled onto his back and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Opening them he stared at the wall for a moment, trying to think through the mental fog. The room smelled of sex and lust and flashes of the night came to him. Sex with this guy, in a place that wasn’t his own. In a bedroom that wasn’t his. Fuck and he had no idea where he was. He had no idea what part of town he was in and how the hell he was going to get home.

Shaking his head Rave looked over at the stunned male, frowning a bit. He looked like he had seen something he didn’t want to and for a minute Rave looked around the room, confused if somebody else was there. Looking back at him he recognized the guy who had given out the drugs to him and his friends. At least he recognized those blue eyes because that was all his friends had talked about. Other than how good looking it was. “So um…. You just gonna keep staring at me like that or what?” He demanded finally. “Cause it’s a little creepy.”

 

[LoveTheWayYouLie]

Nicholas couldn't help but just sit there, what the fuck was he going to do?! His brain seemed to fill with shock and fear that he had really brought him a man. He only fucked guys when he was out of town, and they were always whores he paid. He didn't bring males back to his apartment! What if his mother or his brother showed up randomly?! They would surely tell his father and he would be exiled from the family and the business! Biting his lip slightly, he watched as the other male sat up on the bed. He slowly moved to the edge of the bed and looked away when he was called out for staring.

Could he really just let this boy get up, and get dressed after what they did last night. What if he went and told someone?! Of course he was going to tell someone!!! No one could know....He felt a panic rise up inside of him as he contemplated what he should do. He could kill the kid, but then those people he was with last night would wonder where he was! So, that was a no go. He knew people as seen them leave together.....ah, he was so fucked.

Getting out of bed, he was still naked and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew at least, he couldn't let the boy leave. If he left then he would go tell everyone....even if he told him not to, how could he trust him. Grabbing his boxers off the floor, he put them on and sighed, blue eyes looking up at the naked boy in his bed. He was so cute, that Nicholas could understand why he brought him home to fuck and play with. Licking his lips, he grabbed his jeans off the floor and put them on to. "Go back to sleep if you want, cause you're not going anywhere anyway" He said, his voice thick with his accent as he looked over the edge of the loft. Ok, his leather jacket as on the floor down there, that was good at least he knew where his gun was.

Clumping on his untied boots, he headed for the steps to go downstairs. He couldn't just let this boy run free, till he had made it clear to him that is he remotely spoke about this, or even WHISPERED to anyone that this took place he would hunt him down and kill him. But at the moment, he needed to make sure all his drugs and his gun was in that jacket and that the other hadn't robbed him. Grabbing the jacket off the floor, he pulled out his gun and sat it on the counter, along with lots of money and just a little bit of drugs left.

 

[cupcakemon]

Rave watched as the other looked away from him. He was confused why exactly he was staring at him. Sure they had sex and he was sure he had scratches and bite marks all over him but still, he didn’t have to stare. Tilting his head to the side as the other moved to the edge of the bed. Now he was staring but he looked away, glancing at the floor for his clothes. He saw his pants and boxers, his tank top. No long sleeved shirt or shoes, those were probably downstairs. At least he knew those were still here and not somewhere else.

He was in the process of reaching down to grab his boxers when he heard the other male. “Excuse me?” He demanded, sitting up at looking at the other. “Unless we’re going to have sex again I don’t think so.” Even then Rave had to get home before his friends came to his apartment wanting to know what happened to him. He remembered telling them he was going to the bathroom and then not going back, instead going home with this guy. He was going to leave even if he had to climb out the window and scale down the side of the building to get out. Wouldn’t be the first time he had gone home with somebody and left through the window and down the building.

Sitting on the bed he watched the other go downstairs before he took action. Pulling on his boxers and tight pants he quickly grabbed his tank top and pulling that on over his chest. Feeling his pants pockets he felt his phone but not his wallet. Fuck. That had probably fallen out and it had his drug money. Enough that would help him get through the next two weeks until his parents sent him more money. Fuck he couldn’t leave without the money and his ID at least. That and he needed his shoes. Standing up he walked quietly over to the edge, looking down below at the blonde.

There was a gun on the counter, next to money and drugs. But the gun was what stood out. Standing back away so he wasn’t seen he ran his hands through his hair. “Sunt atât de futut,” he muttered to himself. There was no way the other was going to let him go downstairs, grab his wallet, shoes, and other shirt, and then run for it. Not with a gun on the counter in easy reach for the other. Looking over the edge again he saw his wallet sitting there on the floor near the door. Fuck his shoes he could just grab his wallet and bolt out the door and hope he didn’t get shot. Taking a deep breath he walked downstairs as quiet as he could, his goal to get to his wallet and then bolt out the door. He had more shoes at his apartment and he could just buy new ones. Staring at his wallet he walked past the other, plan already set in his head.

Translation:
I am so fucked

 

[LoveTheWayYouLie]

Nicholas shoot the other male a harsh gaze when he said he didn't think so. One that spoke volumes, like 'don't fucking tell me what you're doing' He was already on edge on what to do about this and he wasn't sure how to go about it. Yea....he could tell this boy to not say anything, or he would kill him. What if the boy did talk?! Then he would have to kill him and the person he told! While a part of Nicholas was in shambles because, he knew....he brought this boy home for a reason.....he had liked him before the sex. He liked the way the boy looked....with his slim body and light features...that dark hair. He didn't want to have to hurt this kid.....

As he walked down the steps, and into the small kitchen to make sure his gun was there. Still loaded, and he turned on the safety and sat it back down. There also seemed to be alot more money then when he left, more less drugs. So, he must have sold alot while he was out partying last night. God, how many people saw him with this kid?! He had to be hanging off of him all night!! The only thing Nicholas could remember was stalking the boy to the bath room and attacking him there first. Kissing him wantonly and pinning him against the wall. And only took him home for more fun....and based off the hickey on his neck and the nail marks in his skin....it had been fun.

Counting out his cash, he heard the boy coming down the metal steps, but he didn't look up. He was still thinking, still contemplating what to do. He would have to insure this boy would never speak about him to others. Looking up, he watched as the other boy went to his wallet slowly and towards the door. Cocking a brow, he licked his lips. "Where are you going?" He asked, that accent huge as he sat his money down on the counter. He didn't grab his gun however...he could rush the gap between him and the other male in no time flat, and he had a feeling he was going to have to. And grab the other hard.

His body was ready to run, every nerve in him screaming that he couldn't let the other go. He couldn't allow him to ruin everything that his life was. And that was just...what this was. He was going to ruin it. And he must be stopped.

 

[cupcakemon]

Rave made a face at the other when he got that harsh gaze. He wasn’t just going to stay because he was told to, he had other things to do and didn’t like being told what to do. He just wasn’t the kind of person to stay all day with somebody after he slept with them, even with the great sex. They really had amazing sex from what he could remember. They both had marks from each other from what Rave could tell just by looking at the taller male. Fuck he hadn’t even gotten his name. Well that shouldn’t matter too much should it? He planned to leave with or without his permission.

Seeing the gun made him want to leave. Guns were not his thing and he didn’t like the idea that he might be forced to stay because he could be held at gun point. Why did he even care if he left? What the hell was he so worried about him doing? The guy was the one who pinned him against the wall and kissed him. If anything Rave should be more worried about him being willing to shoot him with that gun. The gun was what Rave was more worried about.

His shoulder shot up to his ears as he was caught getting near the door. Fuck, so close. Turning, he shoved his wallet into his back pocket and looked at the other. “I said I was going to leave so I’m to leave,” he said, backing up closer to the door. He wanted to go, so he was going to leave. “So I’m going to go now. It was fun.” The other looked determined to keep him here and looked ready to rush him just to keep him from going. Whatever he was planning to do Rave would have to get the door open and run for it. Four years of high school track and cross country couldn’t fail him this time.

Watching the other he reached over and unlocked the door, eyes never leaving him. He was ready to throw open the door and run as fast as he could.

 

[LoveTheWayYouLie]

Oh, yea....the sex had been great. Really...fucking wonderful and Nicholas ached from it. The boy was skilled and when they were drunk and fucked up it was even more great. Wild rides and hard fucking with nasty words. It was a problem that Nicholas couldn't remember the others name either and took a deep breath as he watched the other pick up his wallet and go for the door. His shoulder squared off, and he boots turned as he watched like a wolf.

Hearing the boy, he shook his head. "Yea, it was fun. But you're not going anywhere." He said as he moved closer as the boy put his hand on the door. As soon as those fingers touched the door nob, he was rushed. Nicholas ran at him, not that it was the boys fault that Nicholas brought him back here....he had been the one that fucked up with this but he would be damned if it was going to ruin his whole life. By some boy that would tell his friends everything, or even the cops if he got wind of Nicholas being a drug dealer for the Russian mob.

As soon as the door opened, and it did as the boy would try to escape he reached out and snatched him by his hair, and arm and he growled and yanked him back into the apartment. Tossing him onto the floor as he slammed the door back shut and locked it once more. "I said, You're staying here!! Not till I figure out what to do with you!!" He snapped as he clumped his boots over to the smaller boy "So, you best behave! Or I'll have to fucking kill you....and I don't really want to do that..." He said, a side ways smile coming to his face as he pinned the boy down by his boot.

 

[cupcakemon]

Sex was wonderful, not being able to leave was not. No matter how much he was in pain from the sex. His body ached, he felt drained but prepared to run for it. The other was good looking but still he wanted him to stay here when Rave didn’t want to. He was ready to run for it as soon as he got the door open but the other didn’t seem to want him to go. He had turned and looked more prepared to run after him.

“Uh, yeah I am,” he stated. Rave half jumped and jerked open the door, getting part way out before he was grabbed and thrown back in. His back hit the floor and he groaned a bit, cursing in Romanian at the guy. So much for the front door. It looked like he was going to have to get out another way. The window option was looking pretty good right about now but he’d have to wait to do that. Fuck maybe he should text his friend and SOS to help him figure out how to get out of here. But he couldn’t move too much thanks to the boots over him and him being held down.

“What the hell do you mean figure out what to do with me?” Rave demanded as he looked up at him. He didn’t understand why the other had to figure out what to do with him. They had sex, the other gave his friends and him free drugs, sold some drugs to his friends. Fuck he was a drug dealer. So that wasn’t really that bad to him. Rave was a drug addict, he knew not to sell out dealers. “Can you get your feet off me now? I’m pretty sure you’re stepping on one of your bite marks.”