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Atheism (neveragod) wrote in forgotten_gods,

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.