SPEED!!!!!!!!!!! (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} crankit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} forgotten_gods,@ 2009-10-20 22:19:00 |
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What: Speed tells Davis about all things godly and magical and what not.
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Davis's apartment
Warnings: My usual rambling messes of narratives. Too much dialogue. Drug use, sexual references.
Davis frowned, one eyebrow raised in obvious skepticism. "Baby, how many lines did you have today?" Speed frowned. "It doesn't matter how many lines I had!" He squealed. "I am Speed. Well, Methamphetamine, but don't ever ever call me that." He had known that convincing Davis would be hard, but it had to be done. The wedding was this weekend and Speed really wanted Davis to go with him. He wanted him to know his family, but more than anything, he wanted Davis to know him. But at the moment, he was only serving to give his boyfriend a good laugh. "Right. Well if you're the 'God of Meth', prove it. Can't you, like, make meth appear or something?" Speed crossed thin arms over his chest, frowning across the bed at Davis. "Yeah! Where do you think I've been getting our shit?!?!" He huffed as Davis continued to laugh. "This is not funny." He whined.
Well if he wanted proof, proof he would get. Speed climbed off the foot of the be where he had been sitting and stood beside Davis, who was still lounging. "Look." He closed his eyes and took a death breath. As he let it out slowly, he began to change. Subtly, his skin began glow. At first it looked naturally. Gradually it went from that of a pregnant woman to something unnatural, casting light until Davis was squinting in disbelief. His eyes opened, changed from the grey-blue they usually were to an electric blue. He was pure energy, not just shaking, but vibrating with it. He closed his hands into fists and held them over Davis. He opened them and a white powdery substance rained down on his lap.
And abruptly he was back to normal, his skin nearly transparent, his eyes wide and glassy,as he dusted his hands off on his sweatpants. The only evidence that proved that what had happened had indeed actually happened was Davis's lap full of meth. "Oh. Shit." Davis said, mouth open. Speed couldn't hold back the smug smile. "Told ya so." he said, flopping back on the bed, arms crossed over his bare chest once more.
"So you... you're Meth? You're Methampheta-" "Do not call me that. I'm Speed. Or Seth. Whatever, just not that. No one calls me that, not even my family. Well, only when they're mad. And some of my olddd sisters." "You're family? Wait are they-?" "Yep." "They're all drug gods? So much for foster siblings." Davis tried not to think about the fact that Seth- Speed?- had had sex with most of his family. "So wait, who's who? Lemme guess, Marc is-" "Marijuana." Speed smiled, happy to be believed and seemingly accepted. "Trace?" "Shrooms."
"Harmony? Hazel?" "LSD, but Harmony is Lucy, right now. And Hazel is Heroin." Davis frowned. "He's a she? What'd he do, get a surgery." "Uh, no." "Ohhh. So you could...?" Speed nodded, getting excited to share every little detail about everything immortal. "Uh huh. 'Cept I call myself Crystal then!"
"So, there must be a lot of you then. I mean, holy fuck, there's a lot of drug." "Yeah yeah yeah! You can meet everybody at the wedding!" "Shit,that's right, the wedding. All the drug gods are gonna be there?" "Yeah, and some Greeks-" "Greeks?" "Greek gods, Davis." "Like I'm supposed to know!" "Don't think there'll be any Christians..." Speed said, distracted now with thoughts of the wedding and who all Davis would come into contact with. "Christians? Oh shit, is there like a... y'know." Davis looked up. He was raised a Christian. Not that he went to church or anything, but his step-mom had always told him that he was going to Hell if he didn't clean up his act. "Yeah. Never seen him though. There's angels and stuff. They don't like us much though." Davis wasn't listening. He frowned at Seth/Speed. "Am I going to hell, then?" he asked quietly. "No, silly! I'm your god, I'll take care of you!"
With those words, spoken so sincerely, Speed crawled up the bed straddling Davis's hips. "You can do that?" Speed nodded, kissing at Davis's chest, already distracted. With a sigh of relief, Davis caught on to his lover's mood. "Damn, I must be one hell of a guy. Got me a fucking god as my little bitch." he said, with a slap to Speed's ass. "Careful, I'll smite you." Speed said with a giggle, though he wasn't quite sure what that word meant exactly. "Dare you to do it when you're under me, begging for me." And with a kiss and a moan, Speed dissolved into a whimpering puddle of a drug god.
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The lights were out. Seth never slept (and at least now he knew why), but Davis was near sober and had work in the morning. He shifted, pulling Seth, Speed, whoever, close to him His eyes closed, but soon reopened, the horrors of everything his parents and sisters had told him filling his mind. "Davis, you'll end up dead if you keep this up." "Seth," he said quietly, in a voice far too small for a man of his size, a man like him. "you won't kill me will you?"
Speed rolled over, eyes bright and gazing at his lover. A hand reached out brush a rough cheek with a small smile. He reached, out, grasped the connection and filled Davis with absolute euphoria of a high, with out the excess energy. "Of I won't." he said, as Davis's eyes futtered shut. "I love you."