Let down your hair. (Thewaxwilldripassoasblood)

Jace looked out of the small window, pulling the soft blanket around him as if he was affected by the storm outside. He squeaked when his door opened, looking at the strange men. “Who…?”

Josh had been running away from the cops, and just needed some place to hide for the night. Of corse, when he found some sort of old house, that seemingly had no one inside, he found his way inside, looking around, he frist began to search the house- no, no one on the first floor… He began to go up the staircase,. finally, he found one room that to him, seemed like it would be a bedroom. though, as he entered, he was shocked to see that someone was in there. “Wait-“

You’d never see a man Schithers size run that fast. He cleared the steps in three strides, before streaking to Ben. He fell to his knees hard enough to tear holes in his jeans, though he didn’t care as he pulled Ben against him, wrapping both arms tightly arms the smallers frame. “Hey, hey,” he said, rather loudly. “Hey, easy, please don’t.’ He rocked them slowly, before scooping him up bridal style. “Stop, stop.”

Ben whimpered, clinging to the other, one hand gripping his hair, the other wrapped tightly around his neck, his face buried into his chest. Trying to get his breath to calm, though, it was a hard and lengthy process, trying to pull himself together. “S-Schither….” He whimpered softly.

Listening, suddenly, Schither felt everything slap him. Now sober, and in the right mind, he could think. Was… Was that really what happened? He thought back to every time he was high and drunk, and realized- yes, he really was like that. He really was far addicted, far in the hole. “Ben…’ He began. watching him go. He thought of last time he’d weaned from drugs. how bad the withdraws were, how violent he’d been. But Ben had stayed there, even the nights Schither would scream and hit him, before storming out, it was always Ben chasing his ass down, reminding him he was getting better…. No, Ben. And he suddenly was running to the door, hoping Ben hadn’t caught a bus, or taken the car. “Ben!” He screamed, loud enough to wake up everyone. “Wait!”

Ben walked quickly, taking deep, long breaths, trying not to collapse- hearing the other scram for him didn’t help. His body couldn’t physically stop- it was already in motion. If he did actually get himself to stop. He would break right then and there- he could’t handle that. He just…. He needed to breath. That was his goal. Breathing and not collapsing into a pile of sobs and broken cries- he would do that at his friends house- not where anyone could randomly stop and scoop him into some vehicle. He just kept walking, he didn’t want to get on some bus, or use the car- it was too low on gas anyways. 

Watching him walk away- made Schither both angry, and broken. was this it? Was it all over? “Baby, please!” He continued to scream, not caring if Ben listened or not. not caring who heard. “Ben! Please stop! Come back, please! It’ll stop- it’ll all stop! I need you!” He wasn’t hearing his own words- but he knew what he was saying. It was hurting worse watching Ben walk away than watching his drug dealer drive away. Drugs were infinite- but someone like Ben only came around once.

Ben herd those words- the words that, made him suddenly stop, making him crumble to the ground, making him begin to sob- was he really going to choose him? He curled up, choking on his own air, shaking violently, the other words rung in his head, making it impossible to think, or to hear anything else. 

Listening, suddenly, Schither felt everything slap him. Now sober, and in the right mind, he could think. Was… Was that really what happened? He thought back to every time he was high and drunk, and realized- yes, he really was like that. He really was far addicted, far in the hole. “Ben…’ He began. watching him go. He thought of last time he’d weaned from drugs. how bad the withdraws were, how violent he’d been. But Ben had stayed there, even the nights Schither would scream and hit him, before storming out, it was always Ben chasing his ass down, reminding him he was getting better…. No, Ben. And he suddenly was running to the door, hoping Ben hadn’t caught a bus, or taken the car. “Ben!” He screamed, loud enough to wake up everyone. “Wait!”

Ben walked quickly, taking deep, long breaths, trying not to collapse- hearing the other scram for him didn’t help. His body couldn’t physically stop- it was already in motion. If he did actually get himself to stop. He would break right then and there- he could’t handle that. He just…. He needed to breath. That was his goal. Breathing and not collapsing into a pile of sobs and broken cries- he would do that at his friends house- not where anyone could randomly stop and scoop him into some vehicle. He just kept walking, he didn’t want to get on some bus, or use the car- it was too low on gas anyways. 

Schither had the cocaine in perfect lines, soothing them with a razor blade. It was true- he was addicted to drugs. And he wasn’t even trying to keep it from Ben anymore. He’d played debts off, it was obvious now he did drugs, why try and hide it? As Schither was almost ready to snort, to live the night lost in that high- when he heard Ben.

That question threw him off hard, causing him to straighten completely. “I chose you over walking away, didn’t I?” Schither answered, raising an eyebrow. But the question had him internally thinking- what if it came down to it? Say, a situation for either frer drugs, or Ben? What would he choose?…

Ben watched the other, his lips pressing together, why did that question make the other think so hard? Wasn’t it supposed to be easy? He knew that it wasn’t an easy question- drugs were a huge thing. But, when you compared drugs to him- it was a hell of a lot easier to let him walk away, then to drop drugs.

"That’s because I was taken against my will- but if I walked away intentionally, because of your habits, would you go for me, and drop the drugs, or would you rather continue on? Honestly, don’t pussy foot around it Schith- just answer honestly." He said with a rather dead voice.

Schither chewed on his tongue now. Fuck… He put himself in that position. If Ben was walking away, if Ben was leaving him, if he didn’t drop drugs, what would he do?

"Why the sudden curiosity?" He asked slowly, cautiously. Was the other… Considering this?

Ben’s eyebrow rose, “I thought you would have noticed that I brought my suitcase out and have been leaving it by the bedroom door for about a week- though, you normally seem to high or hungover to notice.” He wanted to add so many things- that he was upset about him never actually paying attention, never considering him- never actually /noticing/ how he had been slitting his wrists and letting himself be out late at night so he didn’t have to watch the same scene over and over again every night….

He’s consuming it

He’s high

He wants sex

He eats

He goes to the bar

He comes back with someone

Probably a drug dealer

They leave two hours later with a few dollars in their hands

My he back of his own eyelids

Repeat.

It was getting to be too much for him- it had finally boiled down to- leaving, or staying. And he was on the very verge of leaving right now.

Schither felt his breath stop. The other… Leaving… And suddenly. the scenario in his head, wasn’t so fake. “Ben… You- you can’t really be serious, right?’ He asked, suddenly very nervous. The choice was now- drugs or Ben. His two addictions on the table. Which as higher? Which meant more? The average person would say Ben, but they didn’t know drugs, they didn’t know Tue powerful hold they would clamp on their consumer. “Baby…”

Ben sighed, shaking his head, "you need some time to think. I'm dead serious about this Schither- I mean, how would you feel when you watch someone you love sit down every night, high as hell trying to hook up with you- half the time, they ask you for your name. Then, think about laying in bed, hoping that your loved one would slip in, kiss you good night, and spoon with you like you both use to every night three months ago- only to instead feel them plop in and roll over, grumble something under their breath and pass out moments later- what about, laying there, and suddenly, your lover is right next to you, fucking some random person, and pushing you out of bed? think about how devastating it would be to be watching T.V, well the one you are with is loudly moaning and slamming your guises head board against the wall as they fuck the hell out of someone who will give them whatever they want- EVERY. NIGHT. I've gotten so fucking use to it I can sit here and block out the noise as I watch the T.V buzz in and out of stations- did you know the last couple dollars I made by picking through trash and recycling cans was in my drawer so I could pay rent? Then guess who came home with a pretty sweet amount of multiple drugs in their hands- with someone on their arm. I'm getting tired of this- so yes. Schither. It's me, or your drugs." He ended his statement, with a deep breath in, before grabbing his bag, and walking out with his phone- hopefully he could get to his friends house. He would stay there for the night.... If they other was actually home.

Schither had the cocaine in perfect lines, soothing them with a razor blade. It was true- he was addicted to drugs. And he wasn’t even trying to keep it from Ben anymore. He’d played debts off, it was obvious now he did drugs, why try and hide it? As Schither was almost ready to snort, to live the night lost in that high- when he heard Ben.

That question threw him off hard, causing him to straighten completely. “I chose you over walking away, didn’t I?” Schither answered, raising an eyebrow. But the question had him internally thinking- what if it came down to it? Say, a situation for either frer drugs, or Ben? What would he choose?…

Ben watched the other, his lips pressing together, why did that question make the other think so hard? Wasn’t it supposed to be easy? He knew that it wasn’t an easy question- drugs were a huge thing. But, when you compared drugs to him- it was a hell of a lot easier to let him walk away, then to drop drugs.

"That’s because I was taken against my will- but if I walked away intentionally, because of your habits, would you go for me, and drop the drugs, or would you rather continue on? Honestly, don’t pussy foot around it Schith- just answer honestly." He said with a rather dead voice.

Schither chewed on his tongue now. Fuck… He put himself in that position. If Ben was walking away, if Ben was leaving him, if he didn’t drop drugs, what would he do?

"Why the sudden curiosity?" He asked slowly, cautiously. Was the other… Considering this?

Ben's eyebrow rose, "I thought you would have noticed that I brought my suitcase out and have been leaving it by the bedroom door for about a week- though, you normally seem to high or hungover to notice." He wanted to add so many things- that he was upset about him never actually paying attention, never considering him- never actually /noticing/ how he had been slitting his wrists and letting himself be out late at night so he didn't have to watch the same scene over and over again every night....

He's consuming it

He's high

He wants sex

He eats

He goes to the bar

He comes back with someone

Probably a drug dealer

They leave two hours later with a few dollars in their hands

My he back of his own eyelids

Repeat.

It was getting to be too much for him- it had finally boiled down to- leaving, or staying. And he was on the very verge of leaving right now.

Schither had the cocaine in perfect lines, soothing them with a razor blade. It was true- he was addicted to drugs. And he wasn’t even trying to keep it from Ben anymore. He’d played debts off, it was obvious now he did drugs, why try and hide it? As Schither was almost ready to snort, to live the night lost in that high- when he heard Ben.

That question threw him off hard, causing him to straighten completely. “I chose you over walking away, didn’t I?” Schither answered, raising an eyebrow. But the question had him internally thinking- what if it came down to it? Say, a situation for either frer drugs, or Ben? What would he choose?…

Ben watched the other, his lips pressing together, why did that question make the other think so hard? Wasn't it supposed to be easy? He knew that it wasn't an easy question- drugs were a huge thing. But, when you compared drugs to him- it was a hell of a lot easier to let him walk away, then to drop drugs.

"That's because I was taken against my will- but if I walked away intentionally, because of your habits, would you go for me, and drop the drugs, or would you rather continue on? Honestly, don't pussy foot around it Schith- just answer honestly." He said with a rather dead voice.

Soon enough, the car came to a complete stop, he smirked at the other, and moved to get out, holding the other in his arms, he grabbed a bag from his pocket and tossed it to the men in the car. “See you guys later.” He said with a nod, before waking inside the hotel. “Now…. Let’s get a room, then I can take this pretty little thing up to do business.” He said as he walked up to the man behind the counter, who quickly got him a room.

Phantom followed Steph like a lost puppy, purring as he heard the other speaking. As they got a room, he leaned over and pressed kisses to the other male’s neck slowly. God, he felt so needy right now. “I hope you’re dominant.” He whispered, kissing the man’s jawline.

Steven chuckled, “dear, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He purred, taking him up to the room, shutting and locking the door.

- time skip -

Steven lay in bed, the covers over his bottom half, relaxed, and smoking another cigarette. The other male passed out next to him, it was six in the morning, and he hadn’t slept a wink. Humming softly one of his favorite songs. Just- enjoying the peace.

Phantom’s skin was covered in a light coat of sweat, shining in the dim light as he slept. He soon awoke as he caught the scent of a cigarette, tuning over and resting the side of face on Steph’s stomach. “Give me one, Please…” He yawned.

Steven looked down at the other, smiling softly, "of corse my dear." He grabbed the pack, and have the other one. Lighting it up for him, before getting another one for himself.

“Aren’t you a little young to be getting into drugs, my dear?” Steven asked, raising an eyebrow at the teenager in front of him.

"Aren’t you a little old to be selling drugs to ‘young’ people like me?” Hannes responded smugly,…

"I drug dealer with morals, that’s new." Hannes giggled, taking the cigarette and purring as he did so. "Don’t worry, I’m nineteen. Anyways, I’d like some pot.." He murmured, picking a 20 dollar bill out of his pocket and tucking it into the waistband of the man’s pants.

Steven hummed, "It's just my personal views, of corse." He nodded, grabbing the bag from his jacket, and handing it over to the younger, "nineteen... A very nice age." He commented, slipping the bill from his pants, and into a was of cash in his pocket. All the dollars twenties, hundreds, fifties and just a few fives- all together, he had about six to seven thousand dollars, just in one handful.

|| Open ||

“Aren’t you a little young to be getting into drugs, my dear?” Steven asked, raising an eyebrow at the teenager in front of him.

"Aren’t you a little old to be selling drugs to ‘young’ people like me?” Hannes responded smugly, oh, if this guy wanted to ask questions, he’d let him have it. “As long as we’re getting what we both want, you shouldn’t worry about a thing.” 

Steven rolled his eyes slightly, before shaking his head, "I don't sell to anyone under sixteen- I have to ask the question, dear. Now, what would you like?" He asked, taking a hot off his cigarette.

Crow looked over when his younger brother sat back down. “Well, you’ve got three days home. Watcha’ wanna do?” He asked, gently nudging the other with his toes. He’d try and cheer the other up. “My cars got a full tank of fuss, and I have money. we can do anything.”

Quinn looked to the other, smiling softly, "actually- I have an idea. Can we drive to the lake?" He asked, the lake was a few miles away- it was beautiful there. Only the two of them had been there- non of their friends or family had seen it before. They had stumbled upon it a few years ago- and went there every now and again. It was one of his favorite places.

Crayton was waiting for Josh to get home. He was wearing tght, tight clothes- booty shorts that hugged his ass perfectly, a tight leather corset, and thigh high boots. Gloved hands held a ridging crop, his eyes a bit dramatic with makeup. Did he plan on using the crop? Probably not- but it fit the…

Josh wasn’t in the best of moods when he got home- he just was in one of those frustrating moods where he wanted someone else to have control- it was perfect that he didn’t even have to ask for it.

When he went through the door, his eyes widened, reaching it to bring the other close- though, when he was given an order, he nodded quickly, “y-yeah.” He said quickly, moving onto the bed.

Crayton didn’t break a smile as the other moved onto the bed. Instead, he walked forward, slowly trailing the leather loop down Joshs chest. “I’m in charge tonight.” He said, with the smallest of smiles. “You listen- this will he one of the best nights we’ve had in awhile. You don’t, I’ll leave you handcuffed, blindfolded, with a vibrator and cock ring untill you’re crying for release. Understand?”

By the end, he’d grabbed handcuffs and was cutting Joshs wrists to the head board, after removing his shirt of course. “Do good, you’ll get your hands back.”

Josh was getting more and more turned on every passing moment- finally, he nodded, shivering, his pants uncomfortable to be in now- god, he couldn't wait for this.

"D-do you want me to call you by anything...?" Should he use Sir? Master? Daddy? He wanted to he obedient- he wanted to give him complete power.

me: *looks at ocs i made 4 years ago*

me: we can rebuild them. we have the technology