sways on his feet and leans up against Sadiq's door.
ain't gonna answer, y'know. He's too lazy to get up.
tries to focus his eyes. He knocks on the door. "ya home?"
huuffs and calls out. "Yeah! Let yerself in, unless yer a robber or someshit then I'll just..kick yer ass.." he yawns.
fumbles and opens the door , careful not to swing his bottle around. "Where ya at?" The world sways and he slowly makes his way in.
"Livin' room!" he reaches behind the couch, just in case he has to take out his baseball bat and kill a few intruders.
trips and falls on the floor in front of him, landing on his face "Ow." He wheezes, the breath knocked out of him. But his booze is safe.
..stares and slowly uncrosses his legs from where they were propped up on his coffee table. "Brat?! The hell!?"
"I'm kinda busy being in pain on your floor." It comes out as a mumble.
reaches down and hoists him up. "The hell is this?!"
Heracles
feels
his face. "Does it look likeI lost a tooth?" his breath smells strongly of alcohol.
holds his face tightly and snarls. "Punkass, ya been drinkin'. Ya better not get poisonin'."
sways back then grins at him. "You.....are adorable mad."
hoists him up over his shoulder and huffs. "Yer goin' to bed. And I'm gonna watch ya and yer NOT throwin' up on my bed."
's stomach flip flops and he takes another sip of his drink. "Watch me do whut?"
sets him down and snatches his booze, pouring it down the drain when he gets the chance. "Christ."
scowls and claws at him. "H-Hey! that's mine you asshole!"
leers down at him. "Shuttup, and calm down, and LAY ON THE FUCKIN' BED! Christ, kiddo, ya drank a shitload, didn't ya?!"
growls at him. "I dun wanna lay on the fucking bed! And I drank enough." He knees him in the thigh.
snarls and presses him down. "Stay. You STAY. Why the hell were ya drinkin'!?!"
's eyes are blazing. "Who the fuck do you think you are stop trying to tell me what to do!" He attempts to stand up. "As for the drinking-
it's none of your damn bussiness!"
presses him down harder, frowning. "I'm the one who'd die first if anythin' bad happened to ya, ya brat!! Now tell me why ya got drunk!"
sits down with a frump, glaring up at him. "I dont want to tell you. You'll make fun of me. And then...you'll win" His logic is wonderful.
wraps an arm around his shoulder and sighs. "Win what? There's nothin' to win."
picks at his jeans idly. "Who's winning something?" It seems his brains leak out when he's drunk.
growls and presses his lips against his shoulder. "Kid, why were ya drinkin'?"
shivers. "I...I don't remember." He lamely lies.
frowns. "I ain't gonna put up with lies. Tell me."
looks away. "I don't want to tell you."
clicks his tongue. "Why the hell not? Yer in my house, do as I say."
"It's embarassin...." He bites at his lip.
sighs, and stands. "Ya ain't gonna tell me, fine. I'll be in the livin' room. Fuckin' brat.." he rolls his shoulders and exits.
glares at his empty booze bottle. Godamnit. He stands up and follows him into the living room and leans against the doorway,-
trying to think of a way to tell him. He ends up just glowering at him, tongue tied.
flips the channels once he flops on his couch and finds the remote, trying to find something that'll distract him. Cooking show. Sure.
sighs and moves closer to him. "Can I sit there?" He points at the spot next to Sadiq.
glances over and shifts to lean more on the side of the couch. "Go ahead." he focuses his eyes on the television, though.
leans away from him and sits on the couch stiff. "I drank becauseeee...I felt bad."
stares as the chef makes some sort of cake, and absentmindedly nods. "Really."
flushes. "Really. I wasss kind offff a jerk." He falls back on the couch, keeping his eyes on the tv.
stretches his arms behind the couch. "Kind of a jerk?"
nods and flops his head on the couch. "At the end when you were leaving."
looks down at him as he leans back. "Mm. Listen, kiddo, I thought we weren't gonna talk for a while.."
looks down at his shoes. "Idontreallywanttonottalktoyouforwahile."
snorts. "Ya just wanna keep botherin' me, don'tcha?"
yawns. "I think I actually....had something to say. But I don't remember....."
reaches down to ruffle his hair softly. "It's a'right, kid. It probably wasn't important."
..."Why'd you pour....my booze down the drain?"
"I don't want ya drinkin'." he pats his shoulder.
smacks his hand. "Well thanksh dick, but is my fuckin body!"
"That I happen to like!" he pulls his hand away and grumbles, looking back to the screen. "Shuttup. 'm watchin' TV."
narrows his eyes. "don't fucking tell me what to do. I happen to like drinking."
"Shut up, kid! I don't wanna hear it!" he snarls and flips the channel.
yanks the remote out of his hand and turns the tv off of. "No."
blinks. "Oi! I was- kiddo!" he reaches over for the remote.
drunkenly holds it back and away from him with a smug look. "You were wha?"
sighs. He's not putting up with this. "Fine, have the goddamn remote!" he gets up and goes to the kitchen instead.
flips through the channels until he finds the porn one and slouches, one hand down his pants. "Whatcha doin?" He shouts, not moving.
"Not talkin' to ya, squirt!" he makes himself some food.
stumbles upward and into the kitchen. "Wry not?"
" 'cause I ain't talkin' with ya when yer a hopeless drunk." he bites a sandwich he made with a bored look on his face.
pulls himself up by the counter. He could hear that tone in his voice. That one that made him angry. "What the fuck did you just-
call me?" he hisses.
glares at Heracles for a while and puts his hand on his face, pushing him back. "I ain't talkin' withcha, kid."
falls back then tackles him. "You dick! Stop ignoring me!"
growls and tries to push him off. "Shit! Heracles, getoff! I ain't dealin' with this right now!"
doesn't move off of him, pinning his arms as best as he can. "Dealing with what?" He snarls. "I just want some godamn attention."
rolls his eyes and lunges up at him. "You! I told ya we weren't gonna talk. Go home, Herc!"
leans his face as close as he can without touching. "I fucking hate you, you stupid pussy." He says it quietly and narrows his eyes.
frowns, even if something inside him does hurt at hearing it. "Get the hell outta my house, Heracles."
"No. I'm tired of you fucking cowaring behind everything. You tell me that but you don't fucking do anything to take what you want-
and look down at me when I have to chase you. You make me sick. At least I know what I want and go after it."
"I ain't goin' on a wild goose chase, kid. It's hopeless." he snorts and and pushes himself up. "Just, get out. 'kay? Go sleep with a whore
or somethin'. I don't care, just get the hell out."
's hands shake and curls his hands into his fists. He doesn't say anything but gets up and leans against the counter. His hair hides his-
face. Blood drips as his nails dig into his hands. He breathes harshly.
"Make me."
lies there for a while, then grunts and pushes himself up, sighing. "Make ya, mm?" he stays motionless for a second, then zooms over and_
grabs him, tightly, starting to pull him towards the front door.
knocks his hands off of him and punches him as hard as he can in the face.
reels back immediately and holds his face, hissing. "FUCK! Herc godDAMN it--OUT! OUT!"
tackles him back to the floor and pins his wrists, anger giving him the adrenaline he needs. He straddles him and glares down at him
hating that damn mask, hating the way he made him feel, hating himself. "I said NO."
snarls and brings his knees up the second he can, enough to kick at him roughly and kick him off. "I'm sick and tired of yer shit!!"
rolls and wheezes. "And I'm sick of your shit! You're hurting me you son of a bitch by telling me you won't try." Yep that kicks gonna-
bruise
sits up, rubbing at his wrists. "Then this ain't gonna work, a'right?! It ain't gonna fuckin' work. So get the hell outta my house."
bites his tongue and continues to ignore him. Thats what he does best. "So when you said you loved me you lied? Or you quit?"
"I didn't lie to ya." he pushes himself to his feet. "But if shit like this is gonna happen all the time, it ain't gonna work."
"You left before I could say it." He lifts up his shirt. Yup. Bruise.
peers at the bruising skin, then looks to his face. "Ya wouldn't have said it."
blinks rapidly. "How do you know?"
shakes his head and moves over to get a few paper towels, wetting them and pressing them against his nose. "Herc. 'm sorry, kid. Leave."
"I love you." He stretches his legs out and looks up at him.
stays quiet for a while, and huffs. "I love ya, too. 's why you should leave right now."
shakes his head. "Does that make any sense? And thanks for the positive reaction." He's sarcastic by the way
"Ya know, kid." he finally turns to look at him better. "I just want the best for ya. If what's best for ya is goin' out and havin' sex with
everyone, and gettin' drunk and shit, go for it. Can't help but think that making you stick with me is gonna make ya anything BUT happy."
stands up and grabs his hand jerking it to his chest. "I am tired of hearing that line. I'm a masochist, remember?" He smiles. "I can't-
promise I won't fuck up and make bad decisions. But I can promise I will do everything to make up for it. I already told you-
I would try to make you my only one." He kisses his knuckles.
"I'm hopin' this isn't the beer talking.." he flexes his fingers, sighing. "Ya really wanna be mine, Herc?"
smiles. "Mostly." He leans in for a kiss.
"At least we're agreein' on something." he tilts his head and gives him the satisfaction of a quick kiss.
leans up into the kiss with a smile on his face. "Thats the last thing I'll agree on too."
runs a hand through his hair. "Whatever, kid. Go brush your teeth. Ya smell of cheap beer.."
"I do not. This is ouzo, mother fucker, not cheap beer. I am a...classy drunk." He loops his arms around his neck.
bumps their foreheads together and starts to drag them out of the kitchen. "No drunk is classy. Let's get yer ass to the bathroom."
frowns. "I take offense to that. Your nose is bleeding."
"Ya DID punch me in the face, Herc." he hums, dragging them into the bathroom. "Now wash up."
"You weren't listening. Gods." Seeing Sadiq's fucked up nose he pokes it. "Does it hurt?"
flinches and almost smacks him out of reflex. "Dammit, yes, it hurts! Don't touch it! Wash up, brat. I'll go after ya."
squints at him, swaying on his feet. "Whaddya mean wash up? I don't want a shower."
rolls his eyes and runs some water on the bathroom sink. "At least wash your face or somethin'. Geez, kid, I ain't gonna baby ya with this."
dabs a few drops of water on his fingers and smears it on his face. "There I'm washed up." He moves to leave the bathroom.
grabs his hand and slowly tugs him back in. "Ahahhh that worked when ya were little, but not now. Do it right."
glowers at him. "Godamnit I'm a grown man. I can stink if I want to."
"Not in my house." he beams. "Clean."
growls at him and scrubbs his face for two seconds before throwing the wash cloth back in the sink. "There godamn happy, Miss Sadiq?"
chuckles, watching him, and kisses his cheek carefully. "MisTER. And yeah. That's a lot better."
notices for the first time he's still wearing his mask. Then again he wasn't focusing on it. "It's Miss. And give me the mask."
tenses, but gives in after a while and just takes it off. "Ya hate this thing, don'tcha?"
"Yes I do." He takes the mask in hand and debates about throwing it away. "I like your face not this, this... death mask."
smiles weakly and ghosts his hand over his face, leaning over to clean up. "I don't see why, but a'right."
leans against sink. "Hey. It's not like you're fugly or anything.
reaches up and touches his face. "Well your nose is fucked."
nods and coughs a bit. "I'll get it looked at tomorrow. Ya got a strong hand, brat."
nods then brightens up. "You know what would make that feel better?"
frowns. "..You're gonna say sex, aren't ya?"
purrs. "I was going to say cumming in my ass while I squirm under you at your complete mercy."
snorts and decides to go back to the living room to relax. "Mm. Not today, kiddo. 'm worn out."
follows him out to the living room. He sits on the couch with a innocent smile on his face. "Come sit with me."
sits on the arm of the couch, smiling over at him. "I'm here."
pouts at him and slides closer. "Closer then that."
slides down to sit by him.
grins and turns the tv on to....whatever the hell this is. He sets a hand on his thigh and grins to himself, keeping his face bland.
easily wraps an arm around his shoulders after a while and stares at the tv blankly.
nuzzles his neck, loving the smell that is Sadiq. He slides his hand down further near his cock
rests his head on Heracles's, then freezes and grabs at his hand. "Stop riiiight there."
grins into his neck. "Why? I'm just resting my hand." Inwardly he yells obscentities.
threads their fingers together loosely. "Sure you are, kiddo."
blows air at the back of his neck, aiming for his curl. "Yup." He slides his other hand back on his crotch.
tenses up and releases a little noise. "H-Heracles, don'tcha dare."
grins even wider. "A dare huh?" to his ears, that was a sure bet for a go for it. He blew softly again, brushing his thumb against the tip-
of his cock. Gods he was honry after seeing Sadiq get so stern and angry.
can feel his breath quiver but soon huffs, composing himself as he grabs Heracles and plops him onto his lap, embracing him tightly so he
won't move. "Stay still, and watch the tv."
shivers. "Is this a kinky kind of stay still?" He tilts his head back as far as he can, licking his lips and grinding down as he could on-
his cock.
snarls and nips at his tongue, then nudges his head. "F-focus on the..s-screen, damn it. " [/restarts now]
blinks at him, and smiles. "This is so much more interesting." Freeing one of his legs, he rubs at his calf. He also continues grinding down
grunts, shutting his eyes as he tries to not get turned on by that. "I told ya, not..today, goddamn it."
"And I told you, this is so much more interesting. Come on." Slipping a finger down his side he scratches at his thigh.
settles his head on Heracles's. "Nhh. No, is no, brat. I'm worn out today. Don't feel like it."
tears away from him and kneels down in front, sliding his hands over his hips."Then just watch the tv. I'll do all the work." He licks his-
dick through the pants, sucking softly.
takes in a sharp breath and hesitates for a while, a tingle going down his spine. "Heracles. No. G-get the HELL off. Seriously, babe, not
today, 's been a long-ass day."
nuzzles his crotch. "If you love me you'd let me do it."