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Trial and Error (LustfulSins X Maeir)

After not getting a response from Tyran Josiah assumes his answer was satisfactory. He didn't quite understand why the man was asking. He had never taken an interest before. Surely having sex wasn't the reasoning for the weird question. Josiah couldn't quite put a finger on what was so different with the man behind him.

Josiah watches the man toying with his palms. The action strangely soothing to Josiah, he tilts his head back to rest against the mans shoulder, Then Josiah looks up at Tyran curiously. "Why are you being so.. err... different?"
 
Tyran turns his eyes to look at Josiah when the boy looks up at him. He doesn't blink, just seems to stare. After a couple seconds, he rolls his eyes. "Even I'm more docile after sex, Josiah. It's called endorphins. You know, the chemical your brain makes that makes your mood good?" Hopefully Josiah would take that answer and not ask too many more questions.

In truth, Tyran is trying to decide if it would be worth it to have Josiah stay here with him. He would, of course, still be the boy's boss, and would still insist the boy run his drugs. But between, he could test this new one in different scenarios, like if Josiah was already drugged with something else, or drunk. Not to mention getting to tale advantage of the effects of the drug. And potentially use the boy as his constant food source, if his body held up.
 
Josiah huffs at the mans response. "right, I knew that." he laughs softly. It made sense, Josiah felt dumb for not taking that into consideration. Josiah grabs the water bottle the man had given him earlier and takes another couple of sips before sitting silently. He was completely confused, never in a million years did Josiah think something like this would happen, that he would end up sleeping with his boss, whose also a drug lord. Yet, here he was, sitting butt naked with the man in his bed.

Josiah twirls his thumbs together unsure of what to say or do next. It was likely rather late. "Um, I should probably go home. I'm sure it's late, you need sleep and so do I. Lots of work tomorrow ya know, I should have at least 4 customers tomorrow." He hoped that the bus was still running though it was highly unlkely, there was only an hour and a half till it closed when Josiah arrived here, he had lost track of time but figured it had been longer than that solely based on how tired he was.
 
Tyran hums again as Josiah speaks, his hands now resting on the boy's thighs. There's silence again, before Tyran moves his cold hands up to Josiah's hips. He shifts the boy sideways, moving out from behind him. "Go to sleep. You won't make it to the motel in your condition and I'm not driving you."

Tyran stands from the bed again, moving to the dresser to pull out a pair of thin grey silk pants, barely opaque enough to hide the visual of his junk. It certainly does nothing to hide the size. The pants also sit quite low on his hips. Tyran gathers his hair into a low tail, holds it with a hair tie, then pulls it over his left shoulder and starts braiding it. When he sees Josiah watching, he raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Josiah, go to sleep."
 
Josiah notices how cold the mans hands were now that his mind was relatively clear. He didn't pay too much attention to it as there were numerous health conditions that could result in cold hands, one of which being extremely common, circulation problems. Listening to the mans words Josiah cocks an eyebrow at him confused. "Sleep? Here? But, this is your bed. My condition? I've been fucked hard before you know, and I was just fine, it may hurt but I can still walk." Josiah rolls his eyes before sitting completely upright, upon doing so however he felt a sharp pain in his rear causing him to move back onto his side.

"Okay, maybe not." He sighs overdramatically, before laying on his side. His eyes follow the man as he gets dressed then proceeds to braid his own hair. His eyes wander from his face, to his chest, back down to his groin. Josiah bites his lower lip softly the venom still coursing through his veins, though noticeably weaker it still had a rather strong affect on the smaller man.

The mans voice repeating his words startle Josiah, he shakes his head and looks back up at Tyran's face, Josiah's cheeks now a bright red. "Sorry Sir!" He says quickly, before tucking both hands under his head. He closes his eyes for a few seconds only to open one eye as though to try and sneak another peek
 
Tyran chuckles when Josiah startles. Despite the advil, the boy is still going to be painful. Tyran had not been gentle at all, and had really taken advantage of the smaller male. When the boy peeks his eye open again, Tyran just smirks. Shaking his head, he leaves the bedroom, without a shirt, and closes the door. Tyran doesn't feel heat and cold the way humans do, so he doesn't notice the chill in the rest of the house as the sun goes down.

At some point during the night, Tyran had left more advil on the nightstand for Josiah to find. He had spent the night going over costs and inventory of his drugs, as well as mulling over the idea of keeping Josiah here.

Come morning, he's seated on a barstool at the kitchen island counter, scrolling through emails on his laptop. A steaming mug of black coffee sits next to the laptop. In the living room, his two right- and lefthand men are lounging, watching some medica drama on the TV.
 
Josiah watches the man leave before curling up in a ball, closing his eyes and falling asleep. His dreams were quite strange that night, a sex dream that had turned into a nightmare then to a normal dream.

Come morning Josiah groans and rolled onto his back, the advil from the night before had worn off and the movement cause him to wince. "Fuck." Josiah looks around the room rather disoriented, it wasn't the motel room he was used to, he had almost thought the events that transpired the night prior were just events in his crazy dream. Apparently not. Josiah grabs the advil from the table and pops them into his mouth grabbing the water bottle he takes a few sips washing down the pills.

Josiah stood slowly, moving to his discarded clothing and getting dressed. He walks to the door and opens it, attempting to be as quiet as possible. He peaks his head out before wandering around until he found the kitchen. Josiah stands in the door way and clears his throat. "Um, Hey boss, Do you want me to get moving on todays deliveries?" He asks, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, though his voice said otherwise, as did his demeanor, he was nervous, unsure if he should've just snuck out of the house or stayed in the room.
 
Tyran knows the moment Josiah is awake, can hear him moving around upstairs. When he appears in the kitchen doorway, Tyran leaves him standing in silence a moment while he finishes the email he's reading. Then he turns toward the boy, looking him over. His posture shows he's painful from the harsh fucking he received last night.

"I have a proposition for you, Josiah." Tyran pauses, tilting his head. "I want you to live here, with me, so I can continue to test my new drug. I will still expect you to make your quota with my other drugs, however, your pay will increase if you take this deal."
 
Josiah freezes at the mention of the proposition, his posture straightens despite the pain he is still experiencing. He stares at the man, lost for words. "Um.." he pauses bringing both hands up to cover his face, before moving to rub his temples. Josiah tilts his head down. First, they had slept together the night prior, and now he's asking him to live here, to be his test subject.

"Do I even have a choice?" He groaned tilting his head back. While it would be nice to get out of the motel and have his pay increased, it would mean being a guinea pig for this new drug, discovering any negative side effects, which terrified Josiah. "Um, fuck it, Yeah, I guess.. why not." He would likely regret this decision though, he felt the pros outweighed the cons of the arrangement, so far, the drug was good. He enjoyed it, despite being dosed without his knowledge it wasn't as bad as one would think.
 
Tyran remains silent while Josiah wrestles with his decision. When the boy agrees, the man only nods, turning away. "You're dismissed, move your things here later. There's a spare bedroom next to mine you can have." Tyran falls silent, marking the end of the conversation.

When Josiah leaves, Tyran logs into a very secure website designed for the supply of things vampires need, like fake blood tablets that can be added to water, or supplements intended for human partners to keep them healthy and prevent anemia caused by the vampire feeding on them. Tyran orders two different supplements, which he would give to Josiah at his morning meals. He wouldn't let the boy see the bottles, but adding a couple of human vitamins would, hopefully, halt any suspicion.

That finished, Tyran heads into the living room, announcing that Josiah would be living in the house now. Neither man complains; they're accustomed to Tyran making sudden decisions.
 
Josiah simply nods at the mans remarks. Back to business as usual he presumed. Josiah turned and left, with the bag of drugs at his side, he walked to the bus stop to head back to the motel. He had an hour or so before the first customer wanted to meet up. He figured he would use that time to pack up what little belongings he did have

When the bus arrived Josiah hopped on and sat down near the back lost in his train of thought. The events that transpired within the past 24 hours were unusual, he didn't know what to make of it. Nothing made sense to him, did he make a mistake agreeing to live with the man? What if someone noticed and got upset with Josiah, he didn't want to make any enemies, and there was no doubt Tyran already had enemies being in the business he was in. It was too late now, Josiah had made his choice.

The bus finally stops at the motel, Josiah grabs the bag, thanks the bus driver and gets off. He turns to walk to his unit, unlocking the door and tossing the bag onto the bed. Immediately Josiah flops face first onto the bed groaning. "What has my life become." He sighs, before remembering he is filthy from the night before.

Josiah jumps off the bed ignoring the radiating pain, and hurries to strip off his clothes and hop in the shower. He washes his entire body and once he's done he gets dressed, throws all of his clothes in one suitcase, and all of his personal belongings in another zipping them he tosses them onto the bed before grabbing the bag and separating his doses from the rest, He takes a hit of his before shoving it in the suitcase, then heads out to start making sales
 
Tyran eventually dresses in a dark blue button down and a clean pair of black jeans. He spends the day in his office, as usual, seeing mules bringing cash and picking up goods. The day seems to pass quickly. That's good, because the thought of drugging Josiah again is burning a hole in Tyran's mind.

By the time evening comes, the sun setting, Tyran has had enough of seeing people. His two men, Kai and Troy, have retreated to their respective bedrooms, not wanting to deal with Tyran's foul mood. The vampire is currently in the living room, stretched out in the couch, and trying to distract himself with a book.
 
Josiah goes about his day as usual, making sales, grabbing lunch at a small coffee shop and then finishing off the day by heading home, only this time he would be checking out of the motel. When he arrived at the motel he went to his room, grabbed the two suitcases, shoved the bag of cash and drugs in with his clothes and walked to the front desk to turn in his key.

He sighs looking up at where his room used to be before walking to the bus stop, after half an hour on the bus he gets to his stop, dragging the two suitcases behind him he walks to the house he is to call home. He pauses at the front door, unsure if he is supposed to knock first or just go in. He figured better safe than sorry. He lets go of one of the suitcases and knocks twice on the door
 
When Josiah knocks on the door, Tyran's foul mood gets the better of him and he whips his book at the front door. All Josiah would hear is a solid thump against the other side of the door. Tyran sits up and rubs his hands across his face. Standing from the couch, he stalks to the door, picking up his book. He's scowling when he opens the door and finds Josiah. "Why are you knocking? Nevermind, come in."

Tyran returns to the couch, stretching out again. The book is dropped on the coffee table, and he drapes one arm across his face. He's awake, listening for Josiah to close the front door. When he does, Tyran speaks up again. "Take your things upstairs, then get the bottle of pills from the jeans I wore yesterday. They're still on my bedroom floor. Bring them here."
 
Josiah jumps at the thud against the door, he takes a step back and a deep breath before the door opens. He looks up at Tyran before looking back down quickly. He was clearly not in a good mood. "I-" He paused as the man turned leaving him at the door alone once more. Josiah quickly grabs his suitcases and drags them inside, shutting the door behind him,

Upon receiving the next order Josiah doesn't speak, Instead he just carries his suitcases up to his new room. Once he is inside the room he looks around for only a split second not wanting to upset the man further. Josiah frowns and hurries to Tyrans bedroom looking around for the pair of jeans. Finding them bunched on the floor Josiah reaches into the pocket grabbing the bottle of pills and then hurrying back downstairs,

Josiah stops near the couch holding the pills out towards the man before clearing his throat. unsure if the man knew he was finished or not.
 
Tyran did in fact know Josiah was standing there before the boy had cleared his throat. Wordlessly, he holds out his hand for the bottle. Once it's in his grasp, he slowly moves his arm off his face, peering up at Josiah. "Did you dose today?" He pauses, eyes roaming the boy's body, then, "Did you eat at all today?"

Tyran is showing some semblance of caring about Josiah's health, though it's more to make sure the boy is regaining better health for the vampire to feed on him. Better health also means his body would hold up better during sex with Tyran when drugged.
 
Josiah places the bottle into the mans hand and nods "Yes Sir. I baby dosed, shortly after arriving at the motel." He pauses thinking back to what he ate. "Yes Sir, I had an iced coffee, and two of those breakfast croissant things from the coffee shop for lunch. I wasn't very hungry today.

Noticing the mans eyes roaming Josiah's body, Josiah quickly straightens up, cupping his hands together behind him whilst waiting for the mans next order. Josiah himself was a bit more, timid, today partially because this was all so strange to him and he didn't know how to act, and currently he was a bit more gentle as the man was clearly not in the best mood,
 
Tyran stares for a moment, noting how Josiah straightens like he needs to stand at attention. He brings his hand with the pill bottle to his chest, moving his other arm completely off his face and above his head. "Not hungry? Or refusing to spend your hard earned cash on food?" Tyran sighs, gesturing to the kitchen.

"Go eat something to eat, you look like a stick. If it has a name, don't touch it. Kai and Ryan hate when their specific foods get stolen, and I don't want to deal with the argument that would cause." Tyran looks at the bottle of pills in his hand, then back to Josiah. "I'm not dosing you until after you eat."
 
Josiah frowns but does as hes told turning to head into the kitchen, once his back is turned however he rolls his eyes. Truth be told it was a mix of both reasons. He had gone so long with just one meal a day when he was homeless he still had trouble making himself eat or even just spending money on food, Still scared that one day, he wouldn't have a way to eat again, he didn't want his body struggling to switch back to the once a day meals. But it seemed he currently had no choice.

He sighed softly opening the pantry. Standing there for a few moments he noted some bread, pulling that out as well as some peanut butter and jelly, He made two PB and J sandwiches before putting everything away. He leans against the counter as he eats. careful not to make a mess. Once finished he grabs a glass of water and chugs it, If he wasn't sated then he would be now. He washes the dishes he had created then returns to the man on the couch.
 
Tyran closes his eyes, listening to Josiah moving around in the kitchen. When the boy returns, Tyran can't help the smirk on his face, or the teasing words that come out. "You obeyed so quickly, you're making me think you want me to dose you, just so you can get fucked again."

Tyran doesn't get up from where he's laying on the couch, instead patting his hip. "Sit here." He's serious, and wondering if the boy would blush at the invitation to sit on his lap. Once Josiah is settled, straddling Tyran's hips, the blond carefully tips a single white pill out of the orange pill bottle. He drops it into Josiah's hand, then closes the bottle and sets it on the coffee table.
 
Josiah rolls his eyes once more at the mans remark. "I obeyed, because you seemed like you were in a shit mood. Didn't think disobeying was a smart option." He wasn't lying, though Tyran had also been correct, but Josiah wasn't about to give him that satisfaction.

Josiah hesitates for a moment, watching to see if the man was joking, when he didn't make another comment, the boy moves to sit on the mans lap facing him. Placing one hand on his thigh he holds out his other hand for the pill. Once it's in his hand he pauses to look it over. "What's it made out of?" he asks, while popping the pill into his mouth and swallowing, It was pretty stupid of him to willingly take a pill he didnt know anything about, but he had survived the first time.
 
Tyran watches Josiah's throat bob as he swallow, setting his hands on the boy's knees. When asked what the drug is made of, he smirks. "Nothing you've ever heard of, I can assure you." That's all the answer Tyran gives. His thumbs rub back and forth just above Josiah's knees.

"I've decided to call it Ambrosia, after the food of gods, which was said to have an intoxicating effect on humans." Tyran watches Josiah, waiting times see if it would affect him any differently than it had the previous day. The boy had dosed himself with drugs earlier in the day, but he had said it was a small dose, so more likely than not, it had worn off by now.
 
Josiah sighs at the vague answer he was given, granted it wasn't really his place to question the man, but whatever this was didn't feel like any other drugs he had tried. Even taking molly before he didn't feel the way he felt with this.

"Ambrosia? interesting, it's a fitting name." Josiah nods in agreement. He wasn't sure how long it had taken to take effect the night prior, His mind had been to clouded to keep track of time, "I think you've hit a gold mine with this product Tyran, even being unwillingly dosed last night it's not a bad drug. It is very intense however, should probably warn people of that. But this will do what Molly and LSD don't." He pauses, his cheeks now turning a pale shade of red as he looks down at his lap. "I don't think I could've taken you sober.."
 
"I needed to get a pure reaction from you last night. Telling you would have altered your reaction." Tyran runs his hands up Josiah's thighs to test his sensitivity. At his hips, Tyran's fingers dip under the hemnof Josiah's shirt to brush his skin. Seeing the boy become embarrassed is cute.

"Probably not. At least, not without far more preparation than I gave you. You're a lot smaller than me, and it does make a difference." Tyran is quite comfortable laying there on the couch, Josiah straddling him. His hands are roaming, exploring Josiah's torso casually, as if it's completely normal to be tracing his skin.
 
Josiah scoffs at the mans response before shaking his head "Doesn't matter Tyran. It was wrong. Could've dosed your body guards instead of me." Josiah tries to ignore the mans wandering hands, however, the drug is already taking effect, slowly at first as it continues to dissolve with in him, only small amounts seeping into his blood stream at a time. However, within 15 minutes it would be in full effect.

"I'm not that much smaller!" He exclaims jokingly as he lifts both arms to essentially flex, though his arms were hidden by a black hoodie that was two sizes too big. He laughs softly. "Blame my parents, I was underweight at birth and now, two decades later I'm still underweight." His cheeks had grown hot to the touch and a deeper shade of red as the drug began taking affect, He could feel the goosebumps forming once more over his arms. Josiah wiggles around slightly on the mans lap as he feels himself hardening within the confines of his trousers.
 
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