The Burning Of Pain

by D.D.Darkwriter

Turpin uses an injection to poison Sweeney with. Turpin is inlove with the man, but Sweeney is a little put off. The drug has different effects though. Warnings for: Drugs: others, go inside for better summary and such. Story 50. TXS

1. A small injection

Title: The burning of Pain.

Chapter 1: A small injection.

Rated: R for...Almost...everything
Pairing: Turpin and Sweeney
Summary: Well, it takes place when both men are singing the song pretty girls, or what ever it is called, and Sweeney gets one pulled over on him. Turpin knows who he is. He also injects a drug into him that makes him very...different.
Other: This was also a very wanted pairing I thought, so many people had been looking for this, I couldn't help but go and post this. I really hope you all enjoy it.
Warning: Once again: WARNING: This story contains: There are many things inside of this story that people would find things to complain about. Don't bitch about it. Read it, have fun, don't come bitching to me. Some warnings are, BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO: Drug, Drugs, hint at N/C. Yoai. Cussing. Lots of cussing. Lots of OOCness, a lot of Oocness, you see the label, don't complain, I swear, if I hear one damn complaint...Oh, and my favorite, Sex. SEX. Don't come to me with a review saying, "I didn't see the warning label of, no sex.' There is male to male contact.
Okay, everything good, if you still want to read the story, check it out, we will be more then happy to have you come inside, oh AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Special thanks to the person who was beta for this story: Windowscreen

Chapter 1: A small injection.

Sweeney Todd stood still, looking down at the man who sat in his chair. He began to sing along with the voice. A smile lit his face; he knew that soon he would have his long awaited revenge. The judge had no idea who he really was and, at this realization, Sweeney's smile deepened.

He looked down at his razor, as Turpin's singing droned on. His blades made him happy. Flicking his wrist up, the blade glinted in the dull light of the small apartment. His smile grew slightly and then sank as the music ceased and all fell silent.

"You should see her." Turpin whispered.

Sweeney glanced down at him. "Come again?" He asked.

"You should see her." Sweeney frowned, puzzled, and Turpin smiled at the other man's bewilderment.

The dark eyes made contact with Judge Turpin and he felt the fire coming very fiercely off of him.

"Who?" Sweeney asked, fearing that the mysterious woman Turpin spoke of was his daughter.

The old judge's smile was a frightful one. "Her, your daughter." he said.

There was something in that smile that made Sweeney cringe and turn away.

Turpin leaned back in the chair and looked up at Sweeney. He gave a small laugh and purred out: "Do you know who I am talking about, Mr. Sweeney Todd?"

"Who?" Sweeney asked, fearful of the answer.

"After fifteen years, you forgot who your own daughter was?" He asked. He smiled as he turned towards Sweeney, "How could you forget about such a jewel?" He began to take a step forward.

"How-How do you recognize me?" Sweeney stammered. Few knew his true identity and one of them was dead. This was not going how he planned; he was supposed to be the intimidation one; Turpin was the one who was supposed to be afraid. Instead, Sweeney found himself at a loss.

"Mr. Todd," Turpin said, as he took a step closer. He smirked tauntingly, and slipped his hand inside his pocket. "What is your real name?"

"Swe-Sweeney Todd," Sweeney breathed out. The razor-his friend-was no longer a comforting weight in his hand. Now, it was only a useless piece of metal, and he was seconds from dropping it. Nonetheless, he held it close for protection.

"Are you going to attack me, Mr. Todd?" Turpin asked, with a half-smile. He took another step forward.

"Mr. Todd."

"What?" Todd asked, his sharp tone a reflection of his anger.

"Must you convince yourself that your name is Sweeney Todd?" He took another step forward. "Are you that fearful of your past that you must convince yourself that your new life is any better?" He pressed, his voice an angry hiss.

"Perhaps you need persuasion of your old name." Turpin said.

Sweeney gave a gasp. "What do you mean?"

He tried to move away from the judge, but his desk stopped him, keeping him in place and in Turpin's line of view.

The judge slipped from his pocket a small needle. It held some dark, malicious looking liquid. Turpin flicked the needle up and shook it, his smile visible through the murky liquid.

Sweeney Todd gave a small grimace at the needle, and his stomach lurched. Glaring at the other man, he asked: "What is that- poison?"

"Something like that." Turpin replied. He closed in on Sweeney, twirling the needle in his hand.

"It's an erotic poison, and it's going to make you very, very…" He looked up and down Sweeney's body. "Hot."

"I don't understand." Sweeney said. His hand gripped the blade nervously.

"Then you might be one of the most idiotic people I have ever met." Turpin rubbed his chin with his sleeve, taking off the remaining shaving cream.

"I was always jealous of Lucy. She was your wife-the whore. I never knew what she had, until it was too late." He smiled as he came closer. "You know, I never liked her. So many people thought I did, but I didn't. "

Sweeney could feel Turpin's eyes watching his face as he looked at the horror coming over his own. There was a sickening look on his face, probably from the realization of another man liking him. "Always assuming the most horrible things." Mr. Todd had heard the other man mumble out to him.

Sweeney Todd had been so taken back by the thought, he had let his blade slip from his hands. He watched in apprehension as the judge came even closer still.

Judge Turpin saw the blade slip from the other man's hand, and moved his twitching hand closer to Sweeney's body. wondering where would be a good area to place the needle and inject the fluid.

"Where do you want to feel good?" He asked the other man.

Sweeney Todd shifted his head, tilting it to the side. "What?" He asked, clueless as to the intentions of the judge.

The Judge gave a small sigh. "I see," he said. He placed his hand on Sweeney's shoulder, and proceeded to whisper: "Do you want to hear anymore about your wife, Mr. Todd?"

Sweeney was silent. His hand itched for his razor. It should have been there; what was a barber without his blade? Moving around the room, Sweeney searched for a weapon.

Turpin gave a hiss of anger. He grabbed onto Sweeney and then forced him to stay still, making sure they were pinned stomach to stomach. Turpin forced Sweeney's sleeve up, and sunk the needle into his bare arm. "How do you feel?" He asked.

"I feel like I should take my revenge…" Sweeney Todd began to say. He was cut off when the other man said:

"Be quiet. We'll wait till it-"

"What? What is going to happen?" Sweeney asked, his voice heightened in desperation.

He began to claw at Turpin's jacket. "What did you do? Did you drug me, like you drugged her?"

Turpin looked at him. "What?" This time, he looked rather astonished himself. "What did you say?"

"I asked you if you did this to my wife!" Sweeney felt around his desk, and his hand skimmed over cold metal-a blade. He picked it up. "Lucy." He said, taking a step forward. "What did you poison her with?"

"I didn't poison her, though I would have loved to. I would have loved to kill her, because she was YOUR wife, and married YOU, and I couldn't." He glared at Sweeney.

"My assistant, Mr. Bamford, did everything to her." Turpin looked down. "I must admit, even I am ashamed of myself." He graced Sweeney with a pained look. "Now I have you."

"I don't believe you. Everyone said that you loved her; they told met that you raped my wife," Sweeney said, dancing away from the judge, using his chair as a barrier.

"Why would you believe me? A man loving another man- disgusting." Turpin gave a small sigh. "I had to do what I had to do," he mumbled. He came forward, and Sweeney swerved around the chair to avoid him.

"Come now." He said, annoyance peppering his strained voice. "Give into the drug. Let it consume you, and it will be the greatest feeling of all time."

Sweeney gave him an angered growl and then began to run towards the door, thinking he could easily escape. He opened the door, but Turpin slammed it shut it slammed shut, and pressed Sweeney into the hard wood.

"Shhh," whispered the judge.

Sweeney Todd stayed silent. "You killed my wife," he said, obstinate in his unease.

"No,' Turpin hissed out. He swung Sweeney away from the door, "Why are you so intent on keeping the myths of the past alive? You just can't believe that I lo-" He looked at the dark eyed man.

"Why do you love her?" He asked suddenly.

"Lucy?" Sweeney asked, his body pressed firmly against the wall. "Because-" he looked away, as if remembering a long ago event. Sweeney felt like singing, but his throat could not work up the courage. "She was everything to me," He said, his words sounding shallow to his own ears. "She gave birth to my child."

"Any woman could have," Turpin murmured. He breathed softly into Sweeney's ear. "I can't give you a blood child Mr. Todd, but I can give you everything else." He gently nuzzled Sweeney's face with his own.

"Please," Sweeney muttered weakly. His stomach turned while a feeling he was unused to, one he was familiar with when his wife was alive, invaded his body. Was it the poison?

"Do you enjoy this?" Turpin asked. He brushed his lips over Sweeney's ear. The man underneath him whimpered. Turpin smiled. "You seem to."

Sweeney drew in a breath. "Stop," he said in a shaky voice. "I-I-" He sounded desperate. Turpin's hands suddenly felt like a flame on his body, and he wanted that flame to consume every fiber of his being. He wanted that man to touch him; he wanted that man to fill him.

"Turpin," He whimpered, his eyes half closed.

They both stopped still. Sweeney gave a sharp gasp as he realized his words. He flinched under the touch that he had wanted so dearly. "Shhh. It's okay," Turpin whispered.

Turpin placed his knee between Sweeney's legs. Sweeney looked up at the other man. "What do you want?" He asked. There was a hint of expectation in his voice.

"I want everything from you-if you can give it to me." Turpin drew close to the Sweeney's face, trying to capture the other's gaze. "I hope you will let me take it from you."

"Mr. Todd, do you think…" There was a sudden sadness in the other man's voice, and it persuaded Sweeney to look at him. "Do you think you could ever come to love me?" Turpin asked.

"My wife," Sweeney muttered. He slumped against the wall.

"You will have long forgotten about her when I am through with you," Turpin whispered. He released Sweeney and forced their lips to meet.

At first, Sweeney struggled, overtaken by the abrupt meeting of their mouths. Then he relaxed, allowing Turpin kiss him.

The judge sighed as the other man slackened his mouth, allowing him access. He moved his hand slowly up Sweeney's shirt, stroking the skin beneath it. Sweeney was ice cold, and he pulled away.

"You're so cold." Turpin said.

Sweeney gave him a lazy, drug-induced smirk. "Warm me up," he said. He reached his hand forward and grabbed a hold of the other's arm.

Turpin once again covered Sweeney's body. He pressed his hips into the man's thin frame and received a pleasing groan.

Sweeney moaned into the kiss, allowing his mind to roam about. How could he not give into the drug? It was so damn powerful. It had been too long since he had ignored sex, and now he was finding it hard to hold back a thrust into the judge's grip.

Sweeney felt a hot spell overtake him. He knew it was the heat of lust, something he had long ago forgotten. Was it because of the drug, or did he, in fact, have feelings for Judge Turpin?

He gave a pathetic groan as the man pulled away.

Turpin inspected the other man and asked: "Did I hurt you?"

"Who cares?" He gave the other man another lazy smile.

Turpin sighed and smiled. "That's my boy. I'll make it all better." He moved his lips over where he had injected the fluid into Sweeney earlier and licked.

Sweeney was to tired to hold in his moan as the little licks became aggressive. He imagined those lips on his cock, and how nice it would feel.

He suddenly felt the heat run down to his groin, flaring up and causing him to open his eyes.

Turpin laughed. "Are you having fun, Mr. Todd?"

"Call me Sweeney," he breathed out. He gasped as Turpin began to unbutton his shirt. "Now?" He asked.

"Unless you don't want to?" Turpin asked. But when he saw Sweeney's erection, he smiled and said with confidence: "I don't think you can say 'no' though."

Sweeney began to remove his own clothes.

"Help with mine?" Turpin asked. He smiled. "Use your teeth- take my pants off."

Sweeney gave him a stern look when Turpin began to button his shirt up. He got down on his knees.

Being a barber proved to be good for the man, for he was able to undo the pants ties with excellent speed. Turpin gave a smile and a laugh. He then grabbed hold of himself, making sure he let Sweeney get a good look. "Put it in your mouth?" He said softly.

Sweeney opened his mouth and slowly began to suck. The burning heat of desire was strong again, but he was dragged out of it when he felt the back of his head grabbed and Turpin saying to him, "Stand up."

Sweeney got up. He allowed the other man to take his shirt off. The two men just looked at each other.

Turpin's chest was tan. Sweeney's own chest was pale and his frame was weaker. Turpin was also built with more power and he was older by few years. Sweeney didn't care. At the moment, he needed someone.

"Take your pants off." Turpin said to Sweeney.

Sweeney did so. He began to move around the room, following Turpin. The older man pushed things around, removing and crashing items from the little barber's stand so that they had more room, "Get on the table. " He said.

Sweeney looked at him for a second. For a split second, he thought of Lucy.

"Come now," said Turpin in a very soft voice.

Sweeney came over to him, his arms wrapped around himself as if in protest. He allowed himself to be embraced.

Turpin laid him onto the table and then began to kiss him. They locked lips and fell into a passionate spell. Sweeney didn't even notice it when Turpin slipped a finger into his tight passage. Turpin began to pump the finger in and out, then he added another. He thrust a little harder, enjoying Sweeney's ragged breathing.

Both men were dripping with sweat by the time a third finger was added. Turpin had even begun to spread his fingers apart inside, forcing Sweeney to make groaning noises.

Turpin smiled as he looked down at him. "Are you ready?"

He looked at Sweeney. He was gasping for breath and sweating, his hair matted to his head and his body glistening in the dim light.

Turpin smiled and removed his fingers, rubbing his cock. He positioned himself at Sweeney's entrance.

"Tell me if it's too hard."

"Do it," Sweeney said, his voice deep. He gave a cry of pain when the man shoved into him. He then gritted his teeth. "God!" He said aloud.

"Feel good?" Turpin asked.

"More then good," Sweeney said, as he breathed out and tried to relax around the cock inside of him.

Turpin began to pump inside of him. He thrust into the skinny man and then pulled out. He heard a groan and began a fast pace. Turpin lifted up one of Sweeney's legs. His thrusts grew shallower and he said, with a few more deep thrusts as he held Sweeney's body in place from the force: "Touch yourself- I can't." He watched as Sweeney grabbed himself. He felt awful that he couldn't hold or even grab onto the man underneath him.

Sweeney began to groan as he began to reach his climax. He huffed to the man above him.

"Please, Turpin…Make me-Make me cum."

Turpin sped up his pace and then he thrust deep and hard. Sweeney came first and breathed out the elder man's name with vigor. Turpin was a few thrusts away and as soon as he was done, he gently lowered the other's leg and then pulled out of him.

He took a step back, leaning up against the desk for a second. He then began to tie his pants up again. He looked at Sweeney. "Sweeney, I love you. I don't think you understand that. Like so many others, you don't understand that."

Sweeney stood up. He looked at the other man, but his vision began to feel fuzzy. He fell back and landed on the floor. He began to crawl away from the man.

"I love you." Turpin said. He brought from a pocket another needle. "I don't have the heart to kill you. I could never do that. I don't think I could." He smiled. "I can keep you though. I can keep you." He looked at Sweeney. "Come with me."

Sweeney looked at him. "No." He then looked at the needle. "It was a drug, not feelings, not love. I don't love you."

"If you only knew the truth," Turpin said with a laugh. He brought forth the needle and injected the man's arm. Sweeney gave him little resistance. "Sleep, and when you wake up, you'll be home. Home, sweet, home," he said.

Sweeney said nothing. His vision was a blur, and his body slumped as the drug begin to take effect. He listened as Turpin repeated: "If you only knew the truth."

TBC…? Tell me if you think this should be continued. Reviews are always loved. Thanks for reading.

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