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Atheism (neveragod) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2010-02-22 22:32:00

Entry tags:

atheism, speed

Who: Atheism and Speed
What: Feeding the vulture
When: Monday night
Where: Hotel room downtown
Warnings: Drug use, sexual content

Atheism sat on the edge of a bed, sweating in his undershirt, three beers in him, but thirsty for something irresponsible and stupid, and hungry for something sweeter than any drug. Goodness gracious, but he had hoped this feeling would not come to him again for some time. He'd thought that the fever dream he had spent Valentine's day in would be his period of manic madness and craving for the year. And yet, here he was, in a hotel room on a weeknight with a cold sweat on his forehead, fingertips itching, head spinning, not calling John who maybe could have actually helped, but did Atheism even want help? No, he wanted carrion, he wanted to pluck at the flesh of a dying thing that had the audacity to count itself among the gods.

Sweating in his undershirt, nervous and full of self-loathing because he was a lie and a vulture and too afraid to ask anyone for help. It would be a good distraction, having Speed again - this time by choice and with full awareness of the drugs and a full memory of the sex to recall later and hate himself for. It wasn't his fault he was a vulture, really, he was old and hungry and sick in his head, and maybe if he could get some speed in him and get some of himself in Speed, then he could stave off the urge to snap up and devour and destroy.

The door was unlocked, he glanced to it every half a minute or so, hands clutched over his knees, bare toes curling into the carpeting.

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crankit
2010-02-24 01:30 am UTC (link)

The yearning of another, especially an immortal, was something like a drug to Speed. He was addicted to it. It was something akin to what his own drug did to him. His heart was not beating so much as it was fluttering. He neared the hotel room, with no idea of what was going on with Atheism except that he wanted him. He could feel the sweat, the itching, the head spinning. He wanted to soothe it, because he knew he was the only one, the only thing, that could. He needed to be in him and have him in himself just as much as Atheism did.

Shaking hands pushed open the door and stepped in. His jeans clung to him like a second skin, though the sweatshirt belonged to his boyfriend and he was practically drowning in it. "Hi!" he said happily, bouncing on the balls of his feet. One hand went to his hair, running through it, while another rummaged through his pocket. "Look!" he said, pulling out a small bag of meth.

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neveragod
2010-02-24 03:08 am UTC (link)

Atheism didn't like to think of himself as having a presence or that he had the ability to sense other individual's presences. However, as soon as he felt the energy that hovered around Speed like a cloud brushing up against his own almost intangible aura, he couldn't help the thrill that ran up his leg. By the time Speed had actually entered the room, he was standing and very nearly drooling. He hadn't thought that he would feel quite so desirous of Speed as he had on Valentine's day, but this feeling was almost maniacally singular in focus, more powerful, less amorous. Oh yes, he realized to his horror, he was addicted. Addicted to the drug and with it this- this boy of a drug.

"Hi." He replied, nostrils flaring at the sight of the plastic bag. He strode forward confidently, forehead damp with sweat, and before he knew what he was doing his hands were on Speed's hips, yanking him close. "Hi." He repeated, fingers digging in to Speed's sides, knuckles white. "I want to do it off of your stomach again." He said quietly, and it wasn't a question.

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crankit
2010-02-25 05:07 am UTC (link)

Speed giggled merrily at the sight of Atheism. Something dark always ignited in him when he saw someone yearning for him so much. Nevertheless, his face remained innocent enough, his bright smile breaking so that he could chew his lip happily. His hand trail to slip through sweaty locks of hair, pressing against Atheism.

"Yes." he whimpered a bit. "Yes, okay!" He was reluctant to pull away.

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neveragod
2010-02-25 03:24 pm UTC (link)

Atheism didn't mean to be rough with the boy, it just ended up happening. Keeping the Drug and the drugs close, he took a step back, and then another and another until the backs of his legs were brushing against the edge of the bed. He turned, pushing Speed onto his back on the mattress and wasted no time in propping himself up on one knee placed between his legs. He snatched the bag away from Speed with one hand, pushed the hem of his shirt up his stomach with the other. He dumped the contents of the bag onto Speed's stomach, tossed the bag away, and began forming crude lines with his trembling fingers.

He glanced up, "If I get too- if you- well, you can stop me-" Speed probably could, maybe, and Atheism wouldn't fight it- maybe. Atheism ducked his head and inhaled the first line, chasing it with his tongue.

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