I saved up all my pennies and I gave them to this special guy

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He's not feeling himself. Not right. Something's scratching, clawing, and it's not because of the pain he imagines. It's not because of his life. It's because he needs something--anything. No oxy? Vicodin. No vicodin? Tramadol. Hydromorphone. Pethidine. All that mattered was that they were opioids and they were strong.

He tricks himself into thinking he can last at least a day with one pill. Briggs is convinced someone stole his tranquilizers, and even rounds on Mike. That's what sets it off--junkies aren't exactly ones for a stable environment. Briggs and Mike are both paranoid, powerful individuals who know how the other operates. It starts off as a fist-fight, Briggs claiming Mike took his drugs for drug money. Mike isn't exactly calm when he uproots the small table and begins yelling right back. The fact that he was thinking about it never comes up, but he goes for a walk.

He's still feeling it, the scratching inside his head. Like an insect, wanting to crawl out of his ear. And on top of that, he swears his gut feels like it's being stabbed. Like that knife is being sliced into him, over and over again. His lip is bleeding but he doesn't care--that pain is nothing compared to the flare in his abs, or the way even his teeth seem to be on fire instead of their usual numb state.

It's late by the time he tracks down his dealer after the other doesn't answer his texts. Slams him against the wall, demanding what he wants. Of course his dealer is out. Turns out, by the time Mike has actually beaten the shit out of the guy, the dealer is right. He's out.

"I know a guy, though," He says. "Hangs out at so-and-so a bar."

Mike's going to have to work for his meal, it seems, and he gives one last kick in the ribs to his dealer, tells him pleasantly he'll see him tomorrow and he'd better have some oxy squared away just for him.

To the bar he goes. He looks like shit--hasn't shaved, long hair--but he also doesn't care. All he cares about is the scratching, the pain--he needs that to go away. He just needs to track down who the fuck his dealer was talking about.

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[heroeswork]

Billy leaned back, looking for all the world like a junkie who'd just received that hit they'd been itching for. He played it up, leaning back and letting out a soft moan. "Mmm...that's it...." he breathed out.

In all of the altercations, Billy had nearly lost his hat, pushed back on his head, the bill knocking against the roof of the truck as he sat up. He reached up to pull it free, tossing it to the dashboard.

Settling down, he reached for Mike's legs. Shoving his knees toward his shoulders. Exposing him. All the while watching his face, wondering if he'd put together what was happening. "You've got a choice," Billy said softly. "Behave and I'll make this easy on you. Try to kick me, and you'll make it very, very hard on yourself."

[47redbirds]

That's what he wants? Struggle? Anger? Mike can give him plenty of that, no acting required. Mike's glare is firm, even if his gaze isn't as sharp as it could be courtesy of painkillers.

He saw the other's face, now. A lot better than he had when he'd been too close up or in the shade. Mike made a point to memorize it, taking in every angle, the exact shade of blue, and didn't bother hiding what, exactly, he was doing.

"Fuck you," He states, almost as calmly as the other does before his legs are shoved a second time, pants and underwear still by his knees, and he's twisted. Billy is pushing him back and Mike doesn't bother to hide the wince or how uncomfortable it is, but what he's doing dawns on him. He'd turn pale if he wasn't already, and his eyes almost spark to life for a moment, as if suddenly fueled by something.

Mike isn't scared, he tells himself. He can't be scared,can't afford to be scared, but he can get angry. Don't kick him? Fine. He can, however, spit right in the other's face. One small act of defiance.

[heroeswork]

Billy leans closer, intending to menace Mike further. He can see it, even in the dim light. That spark of fear, barely restrained. Real life peeking through the Oxy haze. Fear. Honest to goodness fear. Just what he needed. But before he could get too close, that spit hit him in the face. He jolted to a stop, his eyes close.

A sneer settled onto his face. Like a fury barely held back. Slowly, he reached up to wipe the spit from his face. And a slow, cruel smile spread over his features.

"Fine," he said with a sense of finality. "Then that's all you're going to get." He spread the gob of spit over two of his fingers as his hand moved down. And without any further warning, those fingers found Mike's exposed backside. Pushing slowly but relentlessly into his hole. Billy had lube. He'd been completely willing to use it. But Mike seemed to have chosen otherwise.

[47redbirds]

Billy hesitates. That's what Mike sees, even if it's false--his slow actions, how the other seems to drag his hands down his face. Mike's eyes narrow, and there's the barest hint of a smirk.

Fuck you, he wants to say. I'm not a junkie and you're not going to get what you want.

Mike, however, wasn't expecting the other's fingers. Some cussing, some slapping, maybe, but he'd never even thought about having sex with a guy, nor had he been inclined to experiment. He's tight enough, but two fingers instead of one and Mike's entire back arches, face filled with pain as those fingers dig further and further. He tries, roughly, to pull his hands away from the door a second time, and it takes three beats of Mike gritting his teeth and breathing heavily before he finally gives in and starts to yell.

[heroeswork]

Billy was going to get exactly what he wanted. He always did. Something Mike would soon discover. He continued to slowly push his fingers in, as deeply as he could. No matter how much Mike tensed, no matter how much is body tried to fight it. He could feel the skin around his fingers, too hot and stretched too far. It was a good thing Mike had pain killers in his system, he mused to himself.

His hand planted on the frame above the window, looming over Mike. Smiling. "It's a good thing you didn't kick," he said casually as Mike yelled. "Otherwise, you'd be dealing with something much larger than this..." He started to move his hand, pumping his fingers ever so slowly. Allowing Mike's body to acclimate.

[47redbirds]

Billy is looming over him, and Mike's back is arched, eyes scrunched as shut as they can possibly be. It fucking hurts, it's not comfortable and all and Mike honestly has no idea why the fuck gay people would do this anyway or why they found it good.

His eyes open, briefly, and all he can see is Billy's smiling face. Mike's upper lip curls into a pained sneer, feeling those fingers inside him. Invading and foreign.

"F--Fuck," He manages, shuddering at the experience. Strange and and something else, all at once. Some of the pain is dulled, of course, but Mike needs a lot more than one pill to get over this. He wants to go back to the treeline, back to the place where it smelled like it was about to rain. With the birds.

Not this.

"Fuck you," He chokes out eventually, once his body slowly starts getting used to what's happening. He's shaking again, nothing to do with the oxy.

[heroeswork]

"That's more like it," Billy said, almost lovingly. He could feel Mike shaking, so desperate and hurting. So scared. In so much pain. Just what Billy wanted to see. For a moment, he seemed to revel in it just as when Mike had fought back after being bitten. Mostly because it seemed Mike hadn't quite realized what it was that was happening to him. Was it that he was refusing to acknowledge it, or had it just not clicked yet? Because with the realization so often came the tears.

He leaned closer, his his shoulders to push Mike's legs closer to the other's chest. Billy's fingers continued to work, coaxing that tender hole to relax and stretch, his fingers scissoring ever so slightly to help it along. "I was thinking the other way around, actually," he said with a smile, to Mike's choked words.

[47redbirds]

"Nnnnh--" Mike tries to get something out. A no, maybe. Or another 'fuck you' before those words really hammer it home. He's been refusing to acknowledge it. Refusing to even entertain the possibility, but those fingers in his hole, loosening him up. Those words.

He refuses to cry. Mike refuses to, plain and simple, and there's still a bit of fight in him. A sharp yank on the door handle again, actually causing quite a ruckus from how he uses all of the strength he can.

This guy, this drug dealer. Colin. Colin's going to fuck him. He's going to be raped on the side of the highway, fucked and used and discarded or worse.

"Stop," He manages. gritting his teeth so hard it's actually painful. "Please. Please--stop. Fuck--" His back arches a second time.

"You don't have to do this." It's more on the begging side this time. More on the desperate side.

[heroeswork]

Billy could hear the soft cracks forming, that edge to Mike's voice. See it in the way he fought. Like that ominous crack that echoed from a tree branch too laden with snow in winter. It had been far too long since he'd seen snow, but he still remembered that sound. Just as it had been far too long since he'd broken someone so strong. But hearing the first signs sent a shiver of anticipation through him.

"You keep saying that like it's somehow going to change my mind," Billy said as though he couldn't believe Mike. Slowly, he started to introduce a third finger. It was a bit too soon, but he doubted Mike would ever really be ready.

[47redbirds]

Lost. Mike's lost this round and he lets out a loud 'fuck,' yelling so it echoes off of the small, cramped car they're in. He can't lose, he has to hold it together, but he's angry.

Surprisingly, he's not angry at Colin. No, he's angry at himself. Angry he can't fight back. Angry there's nothing he can do. Angry he got himself into this position in the first place. It wasn't worth it--not for all the Oxy in the world. Not for all the painkillers.

Mike glares, sharp and defiant, right up until the moment the third finger is added. It's a sensation even the oxycodone can't mask, and his eyes widen, mouth no longer tight and rigid, but instead visibly pained. It's not all physical.

"No more," He manages. Barely above a whisper, voice raspy and low thanks to being choked and how much yelling he's doing.

[heroeswork]

Another shiver. And Billy looks so very, very pleased. Another crack. His free hand moves down to caress over Mike's thigh, teasing and gentle. All the while his other hand his relentless. Slow but unyeilding, as if he really does care about not causing permanent damage.

"But we've only just started," Billy remarked, as of confused why Mike would try to end it now.

Those gentle fingers found their way back to Mike's cock, stroking it firmly now. Determined to tease an involuntary response out of him. "We're not done until you're done. We've got to make sure you're satisfied, too."

[47redbirds]

He may as well have had the drugs thrown in his face again, but Mike doesn't respond with anger. His brows knit, mouth still open, and he looks halfway to being positively wrecked as he looks up at the other's face, his own legs in the air, body straining against the strange position, sweat beginning to bead, and yet he felt cold, still.

"I don't want this," He manages, though the way the other is stroking his cock, the way the other is at a steady pace. Despite the pain, despite the fact that he mentally didn't want it? Physically, he was half-hard despite him saying this. "I don't want to do this--Colin, please. Please stop."

[heroeswork]

"But part of you does," Billy said on a strange, rising note that broke into a small laugh. His fingers knew exactly where to touch, finding just the right spot to stroke. Encouraging that arousal. Coaxing the other's body to betray itself. There was no better show of skill and power.

"When we're through, you're going to see just how much you wanted it." It was one of the greatest lies society had created. Somewhere people got it into their heads that arousal meant consent. That if part of the body was into it, it just be an invitation. One that Billy was so very glad to remind people of. Because when faced with something that truly sickened and terrified them, and still they got aroused, well...rationality had no place in that equation.

[47redbirds]

"I don't--" But his body is saying otherwise, under Billy's hands. It's insane, and part of Mike wonders why, exactly, Billy's good. Because he is, and knows all the right places to stroke and tease. Better than Paige, and that thought alone makes him want to hurl.

He's dizzy, suddenly, and he's fairly certain it's just from the entire experience and not drugs and whatnot--his hips rise despite himself, right into the touch, and he lets out a throat growl, as if reprimanding himself.

"Fuck you," He managed. He's just repeating himself, he knows, but all of this--it's too much to handle, and he lets a gasp out from breath he didn't realize he was holding.

[heroeswork]

Billy just watched, a smug smirk on his lips, as Mike fought and squirmed. He looked so very pleased with himself. The truncated protest, the hissed out words. It had taken so long for the first cracks to appear, but now Mike was crumbling. Rapidly. The right application of pleasure could make anyone weak.

"So you've said," Billy sounded amused. "Maybe another night, I'll let you." For as much as he loved to control others, handing it over sometimes was just as thrilling.

Billy's fingers started to curl inside Mike. Finding that exact, sensitive spot. Watching carefully with each thrust of his fingers. The hand on Mike's cock was one thing, but if Mike had never been with a man, he had no idea with being touched in such a spot could feel like.

[47redbirds]

Another night? Another night.

He supposes he's supposed to feel relief, something akin to that. That he's not going to die. In a weird way, it makes him feel even worse, even though his body is telling him he should feel good--he's flushing, sweating, and even the tips of his ears are red from what's happening.

He can't say anything, but the small growl bubbling up in his throat says it all. He's trying to glare, trying to show some sort of defiance, but---

--But Billy hit something and all the rage was knocked out of him, replaced with shock and surprise. There was a spot and he swears he sees stars, his entire body bucking with the touch, mouth dropping open. The growl turns into far less of an agitated sound--more of a groan, tight and soft and completely unnatural to Mike.

"What--"

[heroeswork]

Mike's reaction pulls a triumphant laugh from Billy. It wasn't just those hips, but that sound. It sent a visible shiver through the man. That's what he wanted. Mike had started to crack and now those cracks were leaking.

"Never felt that before?" Billy asked, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "That's such a shame. Every man should know what it feels like, or else you're missing half the fun..."

His fingers started to work harder and faster, a gradual build. Every single thrust of his fingers brushed that spot now that he'd found it.

[47redbirds]

"Colin--" it had meant to be a warning. Meant to be a lot more full if anger than it came out. He keeps his eyes closed because he doesn't want to look at the other, doesn't want to see that self satisfied look on his face.

Mike likes it. Physically, he can't help himself. There's that spot Colin's fingers are pushing and he can't help but rise his hips. "Fuck," he manages, and let's out a gasp.

He's confused. Confused and angry and his lips are parted, whole body shaking. It's all he can do to reign himself in. He doesn't want to come--just wants billy to do whatever he's going to do. Just Let him be.

[heroeswork]

Colin couldn't wait any longer. He'd held off this long, and now after such an uphill battle he worried Mike might pop too soon. But was that shaking out of need or something more raw? He didn't want to take a chance at being wrong.

He pulled his hand away from Mike's cock, the other continuing to work, not leaving that spot alone for more than a moment at a time. He wanted to drive Mike as wild as possible. Meanwhile, he hastily unbuttoned his own pants, shoving them down around his thighs. He spit into his hand and slathered it over himself. It wasn't much, but Mike hadn't given him reason to be kind.

In one move, he pulled his hand free and replaced his fingers with his own cock. Slowly, he pushed into Mike, letting out a deeply satisfied moan, his head thrown back.

[47redbirds]

Mike lets out a choked yell. It's not exaggerated but it's loud. It's unexpected and mike is so very close to a whimper, afterwards.

Colin is inside him, pushing in, and as the other groans Mike is suddenly wishing the pain pulls dealt in making him completely numb instead. Or maybe fucked with his memory.

But he's erect. Mike is hard, long hair in his face, sweat shining and looking half like he wants to murder the other and half like he wants to tell the other to go harder.

He needs to go back to before. When he could smell that place with the birds. He's desperate to go there, in his mind--or anywhere not here.

[heroeswork]

Billy let out another satisfied sound, seeing Mike's face. That's what he lived for. When they thought the might actual want it. When hormones and just the right touches combined, it did such great things to trick a man's mind. If it felt so good, maybe they did want it. How could it feel good if part of him didn't secretly want it?

He was already thinking over what to do next. He couldn't just kick Mike out and be done with it. He was too good to let slip away. He already wanted a real and proper hunt. Trapping his victim rather than leading him with bait. Let him go. Feed a line to Kelly. Use that sleazebag to find Mike again. Follow him...just thinking about him got him even more excited.

But he made himself not rush. Why ruin what he already had? He stopped once his hips met Mike's, resting for a moment. "You're so tight..." he breathed out, leaning closer. With Mike's legs up over his shoulders, he couldn't get as close as he wanted. But it left Mike so delightfully exposed.

[47redbirds]

Mike's legs are already nearly numb from their position, but he's barely paying attention when he feels Colin completely in him, endorphins and hormones flooding him and his brain, causing him to actually let out a strange, hitched whimper the moment the other mentions he's right.

"Oh, god, t--this is fucked up, this isn't what--" he can't finish the sentence. This IS what he wants, according to his body. His face is pinched, pained physically and panting.

"I don't... Just..."

[heroeswork]

"I know..." Billy said, caring and soft. His hand found Mike's cheek, caressing it gently. He let out a soft sound, just enjoying the heat around him. "You didn't think it found feel..." another sound, before he practically moaned out, "good."

With a very focused and concentrated effort, he started to move his hips. Taking it easy and slow. As if he were being considerate of Mike's inexperience. He wanted to break in his new toy, mold it, not damage it. At least not permanently. "Just like that..." he said, more breath than anything, punctuating the words with a low moan.

[47redbirds]

He starts rocking against the other the moment the other slows down. It's not him, he tries to tell himself. It's not his body, it's the fact that the other is doing just the right thing, and his dick is pressing up against whatever the other had pressed before.

His eyes slip closed--not scrunched, not pained like before, though. His mouth is open but it's not in surprise or shock. His brows knit together and his breath comes out in ragged gasps, the pit of his stomach filled with nervousness and fear, but the rest of the body ignoring it.

Mike isn't giving in, he tells himself, even though he can't really speak anymore, not with the other moaning in his ear, not with how strangely encouraging the other was. His hands flex only to curl into fists, almost unsure what to do with them since he can't quite move from the position.

This was fucked. This was fucked, but it was starting to feel good...

[heroeswork]

Billy started to settle. Trying to find just the right position. Soon, he pulled Mike's legs down around his hips. It caused those track pants and underwear to be pushed up onto his thighs. But Billy didn't care. His pace increased, and he was able to lean closer. Panting harder. Falling into it.

Mike wasn't fighting anymore. He was accepting his position. A hard won fight and he finally surrendered. And Billy was rewarding him for it. Making him feel good. Kissing over his chest and neck. His hands wandered over Mike's torso, not yet returning to touch his cock. One hand found its way back up to Mike's throat, fingers ghosting over it before his hand gripped it. Not yet squeezing, but a threat of sorts.