"Just give me the coke, and I swear I'll finish paying my debt by next week," Lovino hissed, his expecting hand still reached out, waiting for his fix to fall into his palms.
"You said that last week, yet you are no where closer to paying me back. In fact, I might just raise your weekly interest again," the German threatened, not taking any of Lovino's offers.
The two were bickering by an alleyway where it must've been some time past midnight. The always stern blond was trying to convince the Italian he was getting into some deep financial trouble with him, but no matter what Ludwig told Lovino, the drug addict never paid his debt in full.
Reduced to his final plea, Lovino begs, "Ludwig, I will do anything." He really despised using that phrase, it made him feel even dirtier and lower than he already was. "Hell, I'd even fucking prostitute for a gram," the Italian says, half-jokingly as he tried to keep his cool.
"Is that so?" coos Ludwig, thinking the possibilities over. "Alright," the German gives in, "come into my car if you want them so much." Not caring if the other really did follow or not, Ludwig turns on his heel, walking up the street to his parking spot.
Dumbfounded, the clueless Italian followed, honestly willing to do almost anything if it meant he could get just one measly bag of cocaine. 'I am disgusting,' he thought to himself, following the
man into the side of the mainly empty van.
Closing the door, the tinted windows let in just enough street light that Ludwig didn't need to turn on the vehicle's ugly yellow lights to see. Sitting on a crate, the German ran a hand through his uniformed hair with a sigh. "Well, there is one thing you can do," he states, continuing their earlier topic, literally seeing his client's shaky desperation as Ludwig spoke each word. "Suck," the blond commands as if he were speaking to a dog, spreading his clothed legs just enough to give Lovino the right hint.
For a moment, Lovino stood there, debating with himself whether or not this was worth it. Seemingly without his command, the Italian found himself between the other's legs, pulling out Ludwig's cock. The German laced a hand through Lovino's hair, gripping lightly as the younger man slowly engulfed his length…
Leaving the van with his prize and without most of his remaining Euros, Lovino wiped at his mouth, feeling extremely nauseous. Not being able to afford losing the last meal he ate, the Italian stopped inside a twenty-hour mini-mart to snort a little dose. Taking a calming breath as the effects settled in, the brunette splashed cold water onto his face. All Lovino could think about was his loyal boyfriend, sleeping peacefully at home; as if secretly doing drugs wasn't bad enough, now the Italian was even cheating just to snatch a few grams and push them both further into debts of all sorts. "How am I going to be able to face Antonio?" he sighs to himself as he tucked the little plastic bag into his pocket before heading out of the shop to finally return to his apartment.