Tattoo
By Dani
Notes: Inspired and challenged by a pic from HMC. If you want to see it, you'll have to join the EEnE Slash YahooGroup (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ededdneddyslash) and look under HMC's folder in Photos. This quickie fic brought to you by HMC and the Writer's Coalition of Block-Busters.
Warnings: References to date-rape drugs and non-consensual sex. Not beta'd. Written at 3:20 AM.
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Double D's hand pulled the dark red sheet higher on his hips. The room wasn't cold, but the company... His other arm crossed his slender chest protectively. "You can be such a heartless bastard sometimes, Eddy," he whispered, not looking at the man on the other side of the bed. The hotel sheet was scratchy on his oversensitive pale skin, and the spots which had recieved more attention than others cried protest at the contact.
Eddy flicked his cigarette over the side of the bed, bringing it back to his lips for another drag after shooting a glance at Double D. The skinny shoulders were presented to him; Dee's long hair fell under his cheek and over the edge of the bed. "I know..." he acknowledged softly, looking back down at his hands. His back ached, and his hands felt unclean with tobacco stains and sweat. "I'm so-"
"Don't say it," Double D hissed. "Don't you dare even think you can make this right." He had cried, but there were no tears in him now, just a tired kind of icy rage. "And put that fucking cigarette out. You know I can't stand smoke." He pulled the covers up to his neck and closed his eyes.
"Well, what did you want me to do?" Eddy retorted angrily, but he flipped the offending drug into the ashtray on the bedside table. "Fuck, Dee, you were on me like a tattoo. I thought you wanted me. How the hell was I supposed to know someone drugged you?" Empty, his hands were restless. One ran up through his hair, the other plucked at the corner of the covers.
"Hmph. Maybe the dilated eyes, the irrational behavior, the inability to walk without assistance...?"
"So I thought you were drunk..."
"So you took advantage of me! Christ, Eddy, you don't have a moral cell in your body, do you?!" Double D couldn't bear to be in the same room with Eddy at that point. He tried to stand, only to lose his footing and lean heavily on the wall with a soft thud. Eddy's head turned sharply, but he didn't move to help Double D. Bracing himself on the wall and moving slowly, Double D made it to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
The click of the lock covered a quiet and emphatic "fuck" from either side of the door.
~owari~