Gilbert
is
celebrating being mostly better by sitting in his room and playing video games all day, like normal!
Heracles
loves
Deadspace. Theres nothing funner then killing things but damn is the game scary
played that one earlier today! He's on a zombie game marathon.
nods. Then he's playing Left 4 dead right? He likes the first one better. The second it's too fucking easy to die
played the first one already, but now he's playing one set in a mall. It's sort of crappy.
could pick up his controller and go live with him. He knows the game like the back of his hand. That mall can be a bitch with the chargers
Gilbert
likes
that idea. He's been down here alone since he came back from the hospital. A little human contact might be nice.
shrugs. He knows how that is. Does he want him to come over or just sign on digitally? Cause he's chill eitherway. Theyll kick ass
doesn't care either way. West is out of the house anyway.
picks up his head set then notices its broken. Godamn cats knocked it over. Guess he's coming over then
snatches up his shit and keys and walks out, locking the door. Prussia better wait up for him and not fall asleep or some gay shit
Gilbert
is
completely wired on an excessive amount of energy drinks. He isn't anywhere close to falling asleep.
zooms there like fucking magic. He fucking loves video games almost as much as he loves fucking and drinking. He headbutts the door, hands-
full of controller, energy drink, and keys. Open up asshole.
takes awhile to get up there from downstairs. He has to find the perfect spot to pause the game first. "Hey, fucker. Get your ass in-
here."
steps in over the door frame and sets his shit down so he can take his shoes off. He hates wearing shoes inside. "Lead the way to where-
we're going to kick some ass." He leans back out the door and sets his shoes outside. They got kinda muddy on the way here.
might thank him for that later. He just saved Gilbert another lecture by not tracking mud in. Right now he's leading him towards the-
basement. It's actually a pretty big place; the only thing missing is a kitchen. It's huge down there, with his bedroom area and the place
where he keeps his TV and other things separated so much they could be two different rooms entirely. They're going to crash on the-
sectional couch in front of the flatsceen TV though. "Watch out for my fuckin' birds, fatass."
scoffs. "Just because I'm not just skin and bones anorexic like you doesn't mean I'm fat." Thankfully he didnt have any cats hiding in his-
clothes, itd be like a buffet. Shooing some birds out of his way, he walked slowly so he couldn't step on any. On ehowever glared at him-
and bit him when he tried to move it. "Ow jesus!" He sucked on his finger. "Move that one it's evil. I'm bleeding."And it's on his seat. Ass
shoves a few cans out of the way and picks up his controller as he sits down. "Fuck you, ninety-eight is a totally healthy weight." Well,-
more like 135, but whatever. "Bird, up." He points at the bird but instead of flying, it hops onto his hand, all the way up his arm and-
settles on his head. "There, pussy. She ain't evil. You're just takin' her spot."
sucks on his finger again and plops down on the couch with his wireless controller. "You weigh about the same as the chicks I bang-
and thats just sad for you. Bird better be nice or I'll bring my cat Caligula over."
"So you ready to play or what? Start this shit up."
saves the game he's on currently and returns to the main screen. "So? At least I don't have a fat ass. You banged me when I was a chick-
too." He rolls his eyes. "Papercuts hurt worse. Suck it up and play."
laughs and nods. "Oh yeah I did. I get around a lot." He clicks on his controller and signs on quickly. "I claim Nick. I rock him out." He-
leans back and lounges, saving his energy for when they actually reached the tough parts. "You can be the girl."
snorts. "You and me both. ..Aw, you fucker. You don't rock shit." Get used to his shittalking; he even does it when playing alone.
doesnt look away from the screen as he picks up a shotgun. "Trash talk all you want to. I fucking rock. Youre the midget who sucks it."
doesnt mind he trashtalkas all the time up until he cums.
elbows him without looking away from the screen. "You suck it, pussybitch, shut your whore mouth." ( yeah i haven't played this game yet.-
just bought it today, lol. )
laughs and nails him back on the leg while he mows down the undead scourge with his AK 47. "Grow one sperm dumpster then we'll talk."
clicks the buttons rapidly, up on the edge of the seat so he can take in all the violence at once. (It's awesome :
glances at the way he's positioned and scoots over hard, trying to bump him right off the couch. "I got a huge one, assdick. You-
oughta know, damn. Man, this game fuckin' *cheats*, I killed that fucker."
barely manages to stay on the couch thank you and slyly shoves at him back. "I was drunk. Doesn't count if I'm drunk and can't remember-
it. And you nailed me so I could have had a concussion and just thought it was big. Sides you're shorter then me GODAMN CHARGERS! I'M ALMOST
OUT OF GODAMN AMMO! DO SOMETHING PUSSY SAVE ME!"
flops over on his side and sticks a foot in his side. "Nice try, dick. You don't forget mine. FUCK, QUIT YELLIN', I GOT YOUR SHITFUCK BACK.
"
stands up and pounds on his buttons, even tilting the controller like it's going to help. "Fuck fuck fuck! There's the door! Run run run!"-
's character makes it to the safe room but he sprinted there. He looks back and smirks at him. "Better catch up for they get ya tiny dick."
Gilbert
is
going to catch up. His stupid big-boobed bitch got caught even after all his shouting and threatening. He pitches the controller down and-
throws a pillow at Heracles' head. "Shut the fuck up, stupid shit."
ducks and laughs, running out with his and saves her, then grabs the other control and rushes her in. "Looks like I saved the day." His-
chest swells. Of course it's just a video game. "Saving pretty titties from all the ugos is my job. Oh calm down asshole if you can't handl-
the insults go cry to someone else." Seeing the game is on pause he pats his pockets. "I think I still have some pain pills left."
sits back up and flips him off. "Goddamn, you talk to much." Wait, hold on. What was that about pain pills? If he were a dog, his ears-
would be straight up. "Yeah? What d'you got? If you're sharin', I might be able to dig somethin' fun up."
pulls lint out of his pocket. "Call it a bad habit. Yeah I got...." He kinda hops so they can fall out of the corner of his pocket. He-
blows some more lint of them and looks. "Yup. Looks like I two left. Want one?" Not that he has to ask.
's nose wrinkles. He's forgotten about the game for right now. "They got pocketdirt on 'em. You take those." He's got somethign better-
over in the nightstand by his bed that he's going to get.
laughs and swallows them dry, then feels something in his other pocket. "Hey I think..." He's constantly putting things in his pockets-
so he's not surprised at the piece of paper in his pocket. "I think this a prescription I never picked up. I forgot to. Want it?" He dangles
the paper out from his two fingers.
Gilbert
is
digging through everything in the bottom drawer of his nighstand, so he doesn't bother looking up. "What's it for?"
squints at it. "Hell if I know." He rubs his eyes. "It's kinda smeared. I think it says hydrocodone. Or it could say anything else. I'm too-
lazy to figure it out." He plops back on the couch. "What are you looking for?" stretches out, making sure not to squish any birds
returns a moment later to snatch the paper and land on the couch. He flips a small orange bottle Heracles' direction. "E, pussy."
fumbles it then catches it before he spills it everywhere. He stares at the bottle then opens it an peeks inside. "Now what is E?" It's a-
new name to him. He sticks to drinking and doesn't go places people would introduce it to him. Weed, pills sure....e?
stares at him blankly. "Ecstasy, brainchild."
snarls at him. "Shut up asshole." He guesses and grabs two and swallows them before throwing the bottle back at Gil. At his head.
Hey at least the damn lid was on so they wont spill everywhere.
grabs for it, fumbling the bottle and barely catching it with the tips of his fingers. He takes two as well, but he's used to it. "Well,-
holy shit. You didn't bitch out."
narrows his eyes. "I'm not a pussy godamn." His eyes blur slightly and he assumes it's starting to kick in. He doesn't really feel anything-
yet but he's got the damn tolerance level of an elephant from all his drinking and pill popping with college friends. He slides down the-
couch, muscles suddenly weak. "So what am I looking forward too?"
reaches over to turn the console off and switch the television back to regular channels. "Don't worry about it. It's gonna feel real-
fuckin' good, that's all you need to know."
nods then flops back on the couch. He moves though a minute later though to take his shirt off. He's so hot all of a sudden....he throws-
his shirt on the floor. Godsdamnit it felt like he was fucking melting. He pants and purrs, rubbing his back on the couch. That feels nice.
stares at him and snickers. "You're so fuckin' weird, man. Hot, but weird."
rolls on his back and grins at him. Hey man these damn things hit him hard and fast. "It's like the time I tried Ketamine." Ignore the-
slurring and crossed eyes. He inches towards him. Damn he feels great.
leans back against the arm of the couch. Yeah, the pills will start to hit him in a few minutes, but he knows how to ease into the effect.-
They relax him in ways weed never can. "You're like some virgin cheerleader havin' her first Smirnoff puss-beer."
scowls at him. "You're acting like you got a stick up your ass trying to drag me down." He shivers and leans on his elbow. Oh yeah. His-
other pills from earlier are probably helping him trip faster. He ruffles a hand through his own hair, liking the feel of it. He smirks at-
Gil, making a kissy face and raising his eyebrows.
leans his head back, watching him through half-lidded red. "You tryin' to come on to me?"
grins, lowering his eyes till they're half lidded. "Considering I'm slipping into fucked out of my mind then yeah. I am. What are you-
gonna do about it? Probably nothing. Pussy." He looks away and sniffs. Just great. Another night he wont get laid.
shrugs. "I'm not doing shit. You want it so bad, you come over here and get it."
laughs. Godsdamn he thought he was the only one this lazy. Hrm...lay here or rub on him...him. Grunting he pushes himself up and almost-
falls, catching himself on the table edge. He smirks down at him and swats at a leg. "Move it. I need somewhere to rest my knee."
folds his arms behind his head and spreads his legs, one foot settling on the floor.
places a knee in between and sets a arm on either side of his head, leaning in to kiss his neck, ghosting them up and down then back up-
to his jaw, nipping lightly. Each touch sends fire throughout his system, adrenaline spiking up. Moving a hand off the couch he slides it-
down at the bottom of his shirt and playfully dances his fingers along the skin he can touch without moving the shirt.
tilts his head back and closes his eyes. This seems to make the sensations peak, each small touch magnifying and felt throughout his entire
body, everywhere, even in his veins.
bites a little bit down harder on his neck, pushing his hands up his shirt and scratching lightly as he pushes on to his nipple and tweaking
it before running it down his rips, draggin his nails in ghost scratches across each bony one , finally dipping his hand down to his navel.
teases the area there, laying his hand close enough to his crotch but not moving to undo his pants and stick his hand down his pants.
groans softly from the back of his throat but he's not moving his arms yet. They make good pillows, for one. And not touching helps him-
focus entirely on what Heracles is doing to him.
huffs but undoes his pants anyway and sucks on his lower lip as he slides a hand slowly down to grasp his cock, his own jumping at the feel-
of holding his. He strokes slowly, nipping his chin before kissing his lips. He groans at the friction, the E making his world spin and-
everything to be so out of focus. Every sensation sends him deeper into exstacy and he almost comes at the feel of his dick rubbing on his-
pants. Gods thats weak.
laughs, the noise a low rumble in his chest, felt just as deeply as that hand on his dick. God, that shoots straight through to his-
core, making him arch up under him. He grabs for him finally, reaching for the button of his pants.
shivers at the feel of the rumble, little chills of pleasure rolling through through him. He jerks his hips towards his hands, eager to-
lose them and feel his hands on his cock. He growls and pushes harder into the kiss, draging a finger down the shaft to the tip.
gets his pants undone and shoves them down his hips as quickly as he can just to get at his dick. As soon as his hand wraps around it, he-
swats Heracles' hand away and thrusts his hips up, rubbing against him.
chokes, and turns lifting a hand to bite down on his knuckle. It was fucking crazy how good this felt. His eyes roll back in his head and-
he leans with all his strength on the wall to keep himself from falling over. He thrusts downward, meeting him to rub harder. Needing more-
contact he leans in and steals another kiss, moaning into his mouth.
watches him, more sneering than grinning now. This is a fucking incredible vantage point. He wants to watch the drug work on Heracles,-
Gilbert
wants
to see and hear his every reaction as he grinds against him, purposely rubbing faster against his dick.
bites down on his lips, bracing himself so he can bring his hips down with more force. He moans, muscles trembling. His face flushes and he-
knows why Gil is sneering but in all honesty it turns him on even more. He pulls away and pants against his neck, everything frying-
his nerves, sending fireworks into his cornea. "Gods...." His hair flops in his face.
Gilbert
has
been able to get off like this before, when the situation was hot enough. And this certainly qualifies as hot enough. Nothing like-
frotting to celebrate a video game victory. He turns his head slightly to nip his neck. "Gonna come already?"
's eyes roll back at the nip and he jerks onto to him, hips thrashing against him as he cums, biting his lip. He gives a muffled shout, his-
spine jerking and his legs buckling under him. He sinks to the couch in a drugged out haze, seeing spots everywhere. He glances down,-
wondering if Gil came and also wondering if he had the energy to help him.
doesn't get off right at the same time but a few seconds later, after Heracles' come slicks his fist. He's a lot quieter about it too, but-
that's all thanks to the drug coursing through his brain while he shudders and bucks, then falls limp back to the couch. "Fuck."
limpyly rolls to the side of him, feeling sweaty and sticky and so godamn good....he lazily smirks at at him, one leg lazily still on him.
"I like e." Most of the drug was burned out through his orgasm but little chills rolled across his skin. Gods he was so tired.
snorts and wipes his hand on his jeans. They're messy enough as it is; he'll have to get up to take them off. In a minute. "I bet."
notices the jizz on his pants and laughs. "I see you liked it too sperm sponge." He's got some on his too but he can still poke fun.
lifts his slightly damp hand threateningly. "Don't make me slap you."
lazily shrugs. "We both know what that'll do." He grunts then takes his own jizz pants off and tosses them on the floor. He lounges in his-
boxers and yawns. "Want to take yours off too jizz muffin?"
shoves him out of the way so he can sit up and strip his pants off. Maybe he'll slap him later. He doesn't have the energy to get it-
up again right now. "Fuck ya."
honestly doesn't have it in him yet either. But he does enough energy to smirk at him after allowing himself to be shoved. "that's the-
point stupid." He yawns again then smacks his lips. "You got something to drink? I'm fucking thirsty."
scowls and rolls onto his side. "Ja. Upstairs, in the fridge. Don't mess shit up."
stands up and stretches, feeling more awake. He playfully smacks his ass. "You want something while I'm upstairs?"
yawns. "Uh. Beer."
nods and starts up the stairs then stops. "I'm not going to run into your brother right? Itd be weird cause I'm naked.....eh fuck it."
starts up the stairs slowly, listening carefully, drugs making him paranoid. He sneakily opens the fridge and grabs two, sneaking back-
down the cellar stairs.
snickers. That would be pretty damn funny. He doesn't bother correcting him before he goes, either. Ludwig's definitely not there,-
but Heracles can have fun thinking he is.
plops back on the couch and lounges back prodding him with a cold beer. "Flip over and take it pussy."
jerks a little but sits up to grab his beer. "Fuckin' took you long enough."
scowls and yanks it out of his hand when he reaches for it. "Took you long enough." He rolls his eyes then smirks. "I said take it."
grabs for it again. "Don't fuck with a German and beer, man."
rolls his eyes again and hands it to him finally. "Here." He takes the top off of his own and takes a sip. He sleepily looks at his boxers-
his own boxers and realizes.....he's not wearing his own boxers. "I have no clue whose these are." He plucks at them.
glances down, mildly interested, as he takes a sip of his beer. "Mn...thought you were only fuckin' Turkey?"
snorts. "Maybe if he wasn't such a granpa. I haven't gotten any from him in a while. Sides its fun." He takes another sip. He glances over-
and grins. "With the right people anyway."
shifts around a little until he can dig a pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket. The ecstasy still has him riding high, but now feels-
like a great time to light one up. "What if he likes ya for reason other than sex? I mean yeah, that's great. But uh...y'know..."
sticks his hand out. "May I bum one?" He shakes his head "He does. In fact he told me." He feels his good mood slightly dip but hey-
he can keep this damn good mood. He'll try anyway. But he'd love a smoke.
hands the pack and his lighter over. He shrugs. Far be it from him to throw stones in this fuckin' glass house. He isn't saying another-
thing on it, either.
laughs as he lights up then hands him back the pack. Godamn E makes him talk too much. "I don't know what the hell to do with him. Or me-
probably just keep drinking and fucking till he leaves me." He coughs and scratches the back of his neck. "sorry for pussy talk."
did enough of this with Eva when he was sick, so being the listening party doesn't both him much. He exhales toward the ceiling. " 's'not-
pussy talk. "Don't you like him?"
sighs. "I'm not used to...talking like this. But I'll trust you. I do like him. I..." He taps his foot and scratches his chin. "I just-
don't know. I don't think I've ever been with some one like this." He takes a sip of beer. "Nope. It's all been physical till now."
probably won't remember much of this in the morning anyway. He yawns and taps his beer against his knee. "Well. You oughta give him a-
chance. If he's treatin' ya right then he's worth the time. You get uh...the good shit. And the physical shit too, which makes it-
great shit."
raises an eyebrow and laughs. "I'm trying. But he keeps fucking telling me he's not gonna get me anyway." He squints at his beer. Damn this-
pretty strong, or maybe it's the e still in his system. Cause he tongue comes un clamped. "Guess what he told me."
leans back against the couch. "You keep pushin' him off, you're just provin' him right." And he can probably predict what's coming-
next. Maybe. Or maybe that fucking France just has his radar all fucked. "Dunno. What?"
takes another sip. "It kinda slipped out while we were at my place." He tilts his head, suddenly playing with his bottle. "He said-
the l word." He looks away and stands up, suddenly feeling very foolish.
looks at up him blearily through a cloud of smoke. This situation sounds pretty damn familiar, except for the part about Sadiq acting like-
a grandpa, or whatever he said. "Look man...I can give ya some perspective from his point of view. Since I've said the same damn thing-
to somebody just like you. Only with better taste in clothes."
squints at him and drains the rest of his beer. He sits back down but a little bit further. Why does it feel like he's heard something-
about this somewhere....at the bar..? Naw. Whatever it is he doesn't care right now but focusing on him. "what perspective?"
wipes the back of his mouth on his sleeve. "You go real far out and tell somebody what ya feel, how much they mean to you and shit, just-
with one word. Or three, y'know? Maybe ya don't expect to hear it in response, but you figure hey, somethin's gonna change. Only-
it doesn't. Instead 'a gettin' serious, he's only interested in fuckin' whatever walks and going home with whoever picks up the bar tab.-
You know it, he knows you know, but he doesn't wanna change for shit. And that fuckin' hurts, y'know? You got feelings like that for-
somebody, but do they give a fuck? Maybe, but they sure as fuck don't show it runnin' around like that. May as well say piss on it."
glances up at his face and really wish he didn't. It just fucking sucks is what it is. He sighs and sets the empty bottle down. "I don't-
know who it is you told that to, I really don't care. It's none of my bussiness. But being the guy just like him I want to say sorry. I-
can't think of an excuse for it. I really have none. And the worst part is...I can't even recognize that fact sober. I don't know about-
this person but for me it's kinda tough. I've hated him for so...godamn long. I could have killed him ya know? And for him to just..." -
coughs again and blinks. "Shit I don't even know if I can quit the sex. I can;t got two days without chasing. Ive done shitty things for it-
too. " He shifts, and wipes his face with his hand. "On behalf of both us guys I'm sorry for you. I really think it's shitty to put you-
through this."
chokes on his inhale and splutters, waving a hand through what little smoke gets back out of his lungs. "Don't, man. See, there's a-
huge fuckin' difference between me and what you got. Him, I bet he ain't off stickin' it in the first upright thing he sees. Me, that's-
exactly how I do. Fra-...uh. He doesn't think I'm good enough to get right with, fuck him. I'll go out and do the same goddamn thing-
just because because I can. Just to..to make him jealous." Okay, that last part was pretty hard to force out. All of it was, but he had-
that drug smoothing the way. "You got somethin' good. You gotta figure out how to not fuck it up."
tilts his head. "Fra? Who the fuck is-" Wait a minute. Wait Wait wait....they did mention this at another time. when Gil was....Maria. He-
scowls. Godamn drugs hazing his brain....he could see her hitting the bottles and then....his eyes widen slightly and he looks at Gil-
and stares. The other pieces seem to fit too..."Holy shit. Francis? You love Francis?"
scowls at him then grabs an ashtray to snuff his cigarette in. "Youre a mouthy fuck."
"It comes with the territory." he shrugs. "Sides I hve no one to talk to so when I do its word vomit."
"I'll take that as a yes anyway." He scratches his foot.
makes a face, that word reminding him a little too much of last week and his many meetings with the trashbin. "You keep your mouth shut-
about it anyway. Nobody's business, and the last thing I need is him jumpin' my shit."
shakes his head. "I don't tell secrets. You've got me just as much. I haven't told anyone what he said and that I might have feelings-
beyond my dick for him." He sniffs then sets his empty bottle down. "To be honest I don't even know why I told you. But whatever. I have-
no interest in splurging to anyone. I like you too much and you scare me."
wrestles another cigarette out of the beatup box. He lights it, takes a deep drag and then exhales the smoke through his nose slowly.-
"Splurge sounds like spooge. You wanna fuck me?" Master of handling awkward subjects right here.
"I got about half a boner from this fuckin' pill."
blinks then shifts closer. "What, like top?" Fuck the sentimentals then. Fucking ws brought up. And the e was riding him still.
stares at him blankly. "Yeah, you fuckin' brick. It's gettin' too sappy in here. Save the pillowtalk for afterward."
laughs. "Sure." He stands up. "Lay on your back. Makes it easier to get attcha." Hes gonna start this the right fucing way after all.
laughs. "Sure." He stands up. "Lay on your back. Makes it easier to get attcha." Hes gonna start this the right fucing way after all.
flops onto his back once more with a lazy grin. "Proceed, dick."
raises an eyebrow. "Dick?" He leans down and rests a knee on the sofa, looking down at him with a smirk. He runs his fingers up and down-
his sides while he leans in and attacks the crook of his neck softly, then sharply, aiming to leave a solid bruise. One hand plays-
with a nipple, while the other sneaks its way down to his navel, scratching lightly and brushing his cock then moving back up teasingly.
shrugs through his shiver. "Best I could think a-ah...of right then." Forgive the stutter; that's from a groan interrupting his snark.
grins against his skin. That was a groan. He sinks his teeth in a little bit harder, yup there's gonna be a bruise. He examines it before-
laughing and kissing his way down to his belly button, dipping his tongue in. He teases pecks further down his navel, but he wants to-
tease a little while more. His rests a hand on his thigh and scoots back so he's more comfortable.
hisses and bites his lip. Yeah, that one feels like it'll last a week, and won't that be fuckin' interesting. He nudges him in the side-
with a knee to try and speed this along some. He doesn't exactly have the patience for teasing.
Heracles
will
just fucking stop if he gets rushed. He isnt anybodys bitch. He looks up with a bored look. "Dont rush me. I feel like teasing, I will."
(godamnit plurk I wanted glance not look twice in the same sentence. Its redundant)
Heracles
will
tke as much as Gil as he can in his mouth, stroking what he cant get at wit is hand lazily.