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The Perfect Drug - Part two
Gratitude Denied
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The pair maneuvered through the crowded hallways with rushed strides in the direction of the run down community hospital's intense care unit. Their familiar facial features altered by the years of their absence in each other lives. The taller man composure was much more dignified as his pace increased to
tighten the gap of the slender blonde's frantic feet. " Excuse Me. Pardon Me." Spoken with urgency as he scrambled through entanglement of human matter.
"Quatre, hold on," Trowa's tone apathetic and undisturbed. Winner took no submission, only proceeded foolhardily forward. Trowa grew slightly irritated to see the shrinking figure of his adored companion mesh into human oddities that roamed the un kept paths of tile. He stood there, in the impregnate corridor contemplating why they bothered to infer in his life, he was never fond of this man's youth, so reuniting with him in this state was not the slightest bit appealing. Quatre stood before the information desk, enduring his breath's attempt to become steady once again. He was over looked at first, in till the over weight woman, seated behind the table, grew irritated at the presence looming over her.
"Yes." She offered not bothering to remove her eye fixation upon the paper work. Quatre was un nerved by the under bred woman yet his mannerisms remained polite.
"I received a call considering Duo Maxwell," Quatre painfully paused. " How is his condition ... they were so vague on the phone.." The woman cocked her head back, for the first time absorbing Quatre's appearance, with age Quatre became even more attractive on a vague borderline between fragile beauty and an alluring tainted innocence. His eyes always soaked in concern told his turbulent past, that just made him all the more appealing to the eyes. The nurse suddenly laughed ruefully.
" So the junkie actually does know the Winners, Amazing! What is the chance of that?" Quatre glared at her repulsed, causing her laughter to cease. The nurse stood, and proceeded to collect a folder from organized rack adjacent to the desk. Quatre's gaze followed the woman as she ungracefully carried her weight around the desk. "Heroin Overdose," the nurse said bluntly. Quatre's emotions unhinged, he never expected this from him, he blindly assumed that his current state was a product of valor, not mindlessly indulging in forbidden substances. The nurse cleared her throat, summoning Quatre from his torrent of thoughts. And the nurse began to lead the distraught Quatre down a small hallway, dimly lighted. Quatre listened intently as his unconsciously peered into each open door they past, each one filled with displays human suffering. "His condition is still unstable, but from what the paramedics told us he is lucky to still be breathing as of now." The bulky woman halted before a darken room. "Your friend is in there, though I wouldn't waste your breath talking to him. He won't remember it." As Quatre stepped forward he briefly entertained the thought that how can a woman who's career is to help people be so callous, those thoughts soon faded as Winner passed through the thresh hold into the opaque room. His vision strained to see the room's occupant.
Her stubby fingers flicked the switch upward, in an instant the homely room was lit, as Quatre's pupils adjusted to the lapse of hollow light, his expression softened and a single soft groan emitted from his lips. The sight of the succumbed Duo sparked an immense affliction within Quatre's being, maybe it was his vomit matted hair, or the unholy fluid that secreted from his inflamed puncture wounds located on the tender flesh of the inner elbow. " Oh, Duo..." Winner said in agony. He stumbled forward, to the bed which Duo lie. The slight rising and falling of his chest was inconsistent, but the incessant beep of Duo's heart monitor was somewhat reassuring. Yet Duo's emotionlessly face was errie and meanwhile un familiar. Quatre was un acquainted with Duo's defined jaw line, his broad chest, his added height. And it was harder to recognize Maxwell in his current state of suffering, a flesh laceration was nestled upon Duo's forehead, a trail of dried scarlet that excreted from that wound trailed down his face, and even yet another trail from his lips along his chin to match. Quatre winced as his ran the back of his fingers gently across Duo's cool flesh of his thin cheek. He then surveyed Duo once more, and took notice of the urine ridden sheets that enraptured his former comrade. Duo still held Quatre's affectionate mournful gaze as he spoke with aggravation evident in his tone.
"This is ridiculous... Don't you people here have standards. Not to allow patients to wallow in their own excrement." He said while his lightly brushing his finger tips against Duo's pale exposed fore arm.
"We don't get a lot of funding, Mr. Winner. And we have to make priorities straight, save a five year old child run down by a drunk driver Or ... give luxury accommodations to twenty old junkie no body, who just threw his life away. You're Smart, Aren't You Mr. Winner?"
"I assure you Quatre is quite the intellectual, yet is flawed with overwhelming compassion for his fellow man." Stated Trowa as he solemnly entered the room, passing the woman without having the
courtesy to make eye contact as he spoke. The stocky woman's mouth went slightly ajar, but in a replacement for her intended words an irritated sigh emitted from her lips. Quatre briefly let up his gaze upon Maxwell, when he heard the woman's footsteps become faint. He cocked his head in Trowa's direction when he felt Barton's slender hand upon his shoulder. Quatre tried to smile at his lover, yet his attempts failed, as he resumed his distant stare on Duo's sunken in closed eyes, he felt Trowa's hand slide off his shoulder then give quick reassuring squeeze on his upper arm. Quatre's head slowly turned to face Trowa again.
"Trowa....?" Trowa took a step forward then surrounded Quatre in his arms from behind. He gently rested his chin on the slope of Quatre's shoulder blade with his eyes downcast, focused on Duo, and then replied in a whisper,
"You Don't Even Have To Ask."
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i got my head, but my head is unraveling
can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's traveling
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His body rolled from side to side in protest, as reality began to overburden his senses, again familiarizing his with pain, ceasing his short absence from it. It gnawed at his being causing him to writhe under the sheets. His eyes shot open causing him to flinch and recoil as the wretched sunlight stung his eyes, in defense he tried to shield his eyes with his extended hand. But his urgent attempt was obstructed as the IV that protruded from his wrist, caught on his tender flesh, causing Duo to wince in pain. His face features contorted as his dilated pupils began to focus upon the cause of his discomfort. Duo growled with a cracked voice, as the mass of un braided hair fell before his eye, and his left hand coaxed out the needle from within the flesh of right fore arm. He lulled his head back his head back, as his hands groped his bare chest, plucking off the EKG censors along their absent path. As the last censor was removed and carelessly thrown to the side of the bed, an ear piecing monotone alarm went off as the monitor displayed a flat line. Duo abruptly sat upward, pressing his palms desperately to his ears. He flung his legs over the side of the bed, as he stood. Pain surged through his crotch causing him to collapse, as the catheter was ruthlessly ripped out from him. Duo Maxwell vented his suffering with a low moan that was drown out by the incessant alarm. His bony fingers reluctantly left shielding his crotch, and swiftly lunged as the cords in the wall. The un nerving sound ceased, yet with the sudden force induced on the monitor stand, it toppled over, crashing before Duo.
"Duo?!" Quatre cried out as he discovered the hunched over mass upon the ground. Duo registered the tone as vaguely familiar, while he willed himself to arch his head so he could see the owner of the voice. In doing this Duo finally realized his location, the polished cherry wood floor he was on, the crimson velvet curtains, even the bedding was extravagant. The lavish settings only let to conclusion, Quatre Rabba Winner took in a stray. "Duo? Are You okay?!" Quatre spoke as he cautiously approached Duo, for he knew wounded animals can be vulnerable, yet equally dangerous. Duo inertly pressed his palms against the floor in order to up right himself, which intensified his agony. Quatre moved towards Duo to assist him to get back into bed, but as soon as his warm skin of his hands brushed Duo's back, Maxwell flinched and Quatre half heatedly recoiled. Duo managed to return to the position he was in when he awoke.
"Close the Blinds, Will You?" A raspy defeated voice discharged from Duo's dry mouth. Quatre complied, as the room grew darker Duo adjusted more willing.
"Do you want anything to eat, Duo?" Quatre offered quietly while hovering over the foot of Duo's bed. Duo rolled on to a side in silence, the sudden pressure on his mutilated inner arm released a flood of aching sensations. Duo arched his back, with his face contorted, turned over to lie on his back again, in submission to the pain. He then sluggishly closed his eyes, and muttered, "I should be dead."
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Scarlet and Orange Hues crept in between the blinds when Duo's tremors got so intense they rudely awoke him from his brief slumber. Duo's eyelids reluctantly parted, to be greeted by a figure standing pensive before the windows. Duo pulled the comforter over his head, in hopes to warm his flesh by trapping his breathe underneath the covers. Yet still it did not soothe the icy grasp on his body, his skin texture still remained piloerect. The looming presence was still there, Duo was sure of it. With a dramatic exhale, Duo Mustered, "What Do You Want?"
"You were calling out his name," replied an un intrigued Trowa Barton. Duo's spine went rigid at his words, his mind became stagnate. Under the bedding Duo enraptured his abdomen with his own abused sore arms.
"Fuck You." Was the only response Duo enabled. And with that Trowa left the room in silence, leaving Duo with his torment.
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Duo lay awake in the early morning hours before the wrenched sun penetrated the night's embrace.
His eyes wide, carrying the weight of his suffering, pain, and lack of sleep. He probed his distorted mind; How many days has he been here again? He had no clue. Did he even care? He was unsure. Duo sat up, then absently motioned his feet over the side of the bed. He stood with his eyes fixated upon the mirror before him. His hair was well kept, washed, and neatly braided. It hadn't been so decent in months. The thought that plagued his mind, was who did this? Who had touched him. As Duo lurched forward, and stood upon his unsteady feet, he began to pace while tugging at the end of his braid, during the pain staking hours he was wake, he plotted his escape. It was simple enough, Duo at his current state should be able to complete it, steal enough shit that looks expensive, run out the door, sell it on the street, then search for the closest drug dealer, Duo even toyed with the thought of getting a prostitute. He'd go out with a bang. Or maybe, why waste with trivial things, he could just hang himself now, taint Quatre's extravagant housing. No. He wanted to indulge in his beloved heroin one last time. The abundance of water within his eyes caused Duo vision to blur slightly. The shaking in legs sharply increased causing his Duo to falter and his pacing to cease. Duo resorted to crawling back into bed, and began to rock back and
forth nestled in the covers.
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Quatre exited the bathroom, still damp, with a towel loosely draped on his hips. The sight of Trowa laying dormant upon their bed, both intrigued and aroused suspicion in him. A smile toyed on Quatre lips as he ventured towards his lover. Quatre brashly straddled the inert Trowa, then slowly crawled up between the gap of Trowa's legs, running his slender fingers along Trowa's thighs, before finally meeting his lips with Trowa's. Trowa warmly embrace Quatre's causing water droplets to loosen from his blonde locks and drip onto his clothes and the bed spread.
"You know, You are going to make leaving more difficult," Trowa softly said into Quatre's ear. Quatre tilted his head, facing Trowa with unmasked confusion.
"Leave...?" Trowa Nodded, then repositioned Quatre with in his arms.
"I have to get something." Trowa said while stroking Quatre's wet locks.
"For Duo?" Softly replied Quatre, as the lovers minds completely understood one other. Quatre sighed, "You Know ... he still is refuses to eat... Maybe you were Right, Trowa. Maybe we, should have never brought him home." Quatre painfully dwelled on his own words. Trowa lovingly set the half naked Quatre aside, then stood. He turned and bent forward, drawing nearer to Quatre, caressing his cheek with the back of his knuckles.
"Without You, He would already be Dead." Trowa pressed his lips upon Quatre's forehead, pulling back from his beloved. Trowa gazed at him a fitted in the revealing towel for brief moment, then left in his damp clothes.
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Duo stumbled into the library, and proceeded to drop a few items he had already pillaged from other rooms when his foot caught on hand woven asian rug. He hastily crouched down, and began to retrieve them, when his narrow fingers surrounded cellular phone his gaze rose, locking with the sitting Quatre's unclouded eyes. Duo's muscles tensed, as his shaking hand slowly began to withdraw. Duo's intent was obvious. Quatre calmly put his book on the table, and stood from the leather love seat. Duo immediately stood in silence, as Quatre closed the gap them. The air was thick, Quatre knelt before Duo, and meagerly clutched on to the cellular phone. When he stood again, Duo grew skittish at his closeness, and took several lively steps backwards. Quatre's eye were solemn, and expression grim, while he extended his arm to Duo offering the trivia item to him. Duo's eyebrows arched as he stared at the well-intentioned being before him.
"Here," Quatre said with the normal luster in his voice absent. "If throwing your damn life away is that important. Take It!" The sudden strike upon Quatre's face, throbbed in pain, as the battered Winner tumbled back, falling half propped on the small couch. Duo trembling fist was still balled.
"Suck my fucking cock, Quatre!" Duo screamed down at him, followed by malicious laughter. "Excuse Me, Trowa won't approve of that, would he?! Quatre glared up at him, apprehensive of the next blow. Duo leered at him with hollow eyes, then proceeded to take several strides in till he was standing above Quatre as the blood started to ooze out from the corner of his mouth. Duo grinned at him, when a weary voice spoke up.
"This isn't you... " Duo face contorted at his words. Quatre then boldly got on his feet, and defiantly stood before Duo again.
"How the fuck do you know...." Duo muttered his words through his raging anger. As he got as close as he could to Quatre, staring down at him, flaunting his height. Quatre attempted to push him back, but his wrists where obstructed by Duo's tight grasp. Duo remained dominant over Quatre, as he desperately squirmed under Duo's lock on him. Duo then abruptly repelled Quatre, with such a force causing the Winner to collide with couch. Quatre attempted to break away, but Duo had already crawled on top of the weaker being. Quatre's limbs revolted against Maxwell's presence, the resistance proved futile. Duo hands selfishly groped, and tongue ran along Quatre's unstable flesh. Quatre's eyes widen in fear, as Duo's teeth gnawed at Quatre's ear, pausing to whisper, " I don't like the drugs ... but the drugs like me." Duo once again was gripped with the feeling of God like superiority, as his hand sadistically squeezed Quatre's crotch. Quatre urgent screams were muffled by Duo's body. Duo's chest obstructed Quatre's vision, while Maxwell continued to suckle on Quatre's tender neck. Quatre abundant with panic, just reacted, and suck his incisors into his shoulder, penetrating the black fabric. Duo screamed out, pulled back from Quatre's resistant body to strike him. But Quatre's reaction enabled first, Winner's hand engulfed the inflamed flesh of Duo's inner arm and unmercifully applied pressure. Duo violently recoiled and tumbled off of Quatre onto the asian rug.
"Quatre?!" screamed Trowa's voice saturated with concern, as he burst into the library, followed by another set of rushed foot steps. Duo ungracefully tilted his neck, looking past Trowa's embrace with the violated Quatre, and directly into the wide enchanting eyes of Heero Yui.
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i got my heart but my heart is no good
and you're the only one that's understood...
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Thank You for reading, Commentary welcomed and encouraged. Part three pending.