7. Alcohol/Roofies

Every day was the same. Every day was filled with sadness and anger. The sorrow of every day made Leone want to give up. It made him want to just quit, but he knew he couldn't. So that's why every night he found himself at the bar. It wasn't a fancy one either, just some bar. It was his favorite one to go to, not only because they served strong whiskey and sweet wine, no one recognized Leone. It was perfect for him, he hated going places and people recognizing him as a crooked cop. He had to stop going to his previous bar because everyone recognized him.

He didn't want this for himself, he didn't want to be the bad guy but, here he was. He knew he had to find a new place so, he went out of town and found this place. It was comfortable, very laid back, and not as noisy as any other bar. You still had annoying, arrogant pricks now and then but, that was almost rare. Leone sat in a small cubicle near the back of the bar. He was on his third glass of whiskey, four short of his limit. He picked up his glass and swirled it around, trying to focus on the contents of said glass. This is what his life crumbled to. Just a sad, lonely drunk who can't get a grip. He let out a deep sigh and slumped his shoulders in defeat.

His parents were disappointed in him, his friends all abandoned him, his soon to be fiance left him. He gripped the glass in anger and desperation, uncaring of it breaks and fucks his hand up. "Rough night?" the goth quickly looked up and saw the disruption. It took him a while to focus on the figure due to his buzz, but he could make out a thin, feminine silhouette. The other man had shoulder-length lavender hair and crystal blue eyes. He wore a cropped, black leather jacket with a dark purple, form-fitting shirt underneath. He wore black skinny jeans with long, designer boots that hand purple laces going up the front.

Leone looked the man over and looked back down at his drink. Couldn't hurt to engage, could it? "You could say that..." the yellow-eyed man started. The blue-eyed man chuckled lightly. "Mind if I join you?" he asked with a smile. Leone clicked his tongue and gestured for the man to sit. The smaller man swiftly slid into the seat in front of the goth. Leone continued looking at his drink before finishing it off, cringing at the taste. "Melone." the lavender-haired man said while holding his hand out to the other man. The bigger man looked between the other's hand and face. He slowly took his hand. "Abbacchio.." he said with a slight slur to his voice.

Melone smiled and placed his hand back on the table, resting his head in his other. "What is a man like you doing here alone?" He asked the goth. Leone scoffed and leaned on the table. "What is a man like you doing here bothering me?" he retorted. The smaller man closed his eyes and laughed. "I suppose that's fair." he said cheerfully. "Could I get you a drink?" he asked Leone before looking at his previous glasses. "Well, another?" Leone chuckled and thought about it. What's the worst that could happen? Why not let loose a little. So, that's what he did. "Sure." he said simply. Melone lit up and smiled wide. He got up and went over to the bar, ordering their drinks.

Leone studied the man. He looked like a biker, a flamboyant one at that. He was kinda cute though. His slim physique and girlish features caught Leone's eye. He looked back down and played with his long, black nails. He couldn't even remember the last time he spent a night with someone, it's been quite a while. He let out a sigh of frustration. While in thought, a lime margarita was placed in front of him. Meline sat back down and smiled at Abbacchio. Leone picked up the drink and smiled slightly. It's been a while since he's had one of these. "Thanks." the man says before taking a sip, the blue-eyed man watching him intently before taking a sip of his drink. "It's my pleasure. I don't normally meet such.." he bites his lip and looks Leone up and down. "..attractive men here." Leone's eyes widened in shock, a blush spreading across his face. He smiled and looked at Melone.

"I could say the same to you, you're definitely not like these guys." he said sincerely. Melone blushed and looked down. "Thank you, really." he says softly. Leone smirked and continued enjoying his drink. Maybe tonight would have a happy ending. Finally, the potential for something different, for a small slice of happiness. Leone started to taste something off with his drink. It tasted...metallic? Maybe it was his imagination. Melone took notice of the goth's hesitancy to continue his drink. "Is something the matter?" He asked softly. Leone shook his head slightly. "No, just tastes a little off is all." he smiles at Melone and finishes his drink.

He didn't want to look rude to a potential lover. Besides, the quicker he finished it, the quicker it would be gone. He placed the glass back on the table and looked at the lavender haired man before him. His vision blurring slightly. Yeah, he's definitely done for the night. Melone finished his drink and smiled at Leone. He reached over and placed one of his hands on Leone's face. The goth leaned into the warmth, the feeling of someone's skin on his making his heart skip a beat. His head began to pulsate. He leaned back and placed a hand on his head. He heard Melone saying something, but the sound was fuzzy.

He groaned in pain and began to see black splotches everywhere. Damn! He's really done it this time. He must be blacking out from the alcohol, that doesn't happen that often for him. He mentally curses at himself for ruining the fun time he was having. He tries to stand up but stumbles. He felt someone support him up. "H-hey..I..shou..ld..ughh" he couldn't even finish his sentence. Suddenly, his vision went black. Everything went dark. He couldn't feel, taste, see, move...nothing. He felt absolutely, nothing. Maybe he died? That's what he thought for a few moments. The thought seeming to soothe him in some strange way. After what felt like ages, he began to feel something. Something warm and...wet, and it was coming from his...oh fuck. He tried to open his eyes, his eyelids were heavy.

He kept trying until they eventually opened. He blinked a few times to try and clear the blurriness. Once he could see properly he looked down and saw what was going on. He was completely naked. There was Melone, nude as well, sucking Leone's cock like there was no tomorrow. Leone began to panic and weakly tried to move his arms only to realize that they were tied above his head. Fan-fucking-tastic. What the hell was he going to do? He started to let out involuntary moans, causing Melone to look up at him. He took one long, slow lick up the goths cock before stroking it roughly. "You're awake! I was starting to get worried. Well, now the real fun can begin." he said, his voice dripping with lust and desperation.

He took Leone's cock back in his mouth and began deep throating him, his face repeatedly hitting the man's pelvis. Leone couldn't help but moan. This guy fucking roofied him! He was so fucking pissed but, he hasn't gotten his cock sucked like this in so long. It felt so good, Melone was clearly skilled and experienced. The way he sucked on the tip and licked up his shaft driving the goth wild. "F..fuck.." he moaned out. He wanted to fight but he simply couldn't. Melone knew this, the thought slowly turning the smaller man on more.

He kissed down the bound man's cock until he got to his balls. He began to lick them while he stroked the shaft. Melone moaned at the feeling of the man's balls in his mouth, he couldn't get enough. He sucked on them as he ground his own erection on the soft bed beneath them. Abbacchio was a mess already. His body felt much more sensitive than usual, it must be the drug. Drool dripped down his face as he moaned in ecstasy. Melone pulled back and laughed playfully. "You want more? I can give you way more." he teased seductively. Leone whined and squirmed, his erection getting more uncomfortable by the second. Melone smiled and began sucking on his fingers. Leone stared at him in confusion, what the hell was he planning on doing? He watched how Melone swirled his long tongue around each finger, making sure they were all soaked in his saliva.

Once he was satisfied, he bent over and positioned his hand near his entrance. He made sure to keep eye contact with Abbacchio as he began to push the first finger inside of his tight ass. He gasped in pleasure and started fingering himself. Leone whined with need. How dare he tease him, oh how he wanted to be inside of that tight, firm ass of Melone's. He pulled on his restraints and prayed that they would come loose. Melone laughed again and pushed the second finger in, scissoring his asshole. He needed to be stretched out enough for Leone's thick cock, he's never taken one this big. He was so excited, he already felt a knot forming in his stomach. He quickly pulled his fingers out, he wanted to cum while the goth was inside of him. He sat up and crawled towards the man, straddling his hips.

Leone looked up at him, half-lidded and ready. Melone grabbed the man's cock and positioned it at his hole. He took a deep breath and slowly started to lower himself on it. "Fuck..!" Melone moaned out. It was better than he anticipated. He continued to sit on the bound man's cock until he felt his pelvis against his ass. He relaxed and placed his hands on Leone's chest to support himself. Leone groaned at the tightest of the biker's ass, it was driving him crazy. Melone started to roll his hips in circles, making both men moan loudly. He grabbed Leone's face and started to bounce on his cock. "Oh fuck..watch me...look..at what you're..d-doing to me..yes..fuck yes..!" Melone was gone. He was a hot, moaning mess on top of Abbacchio. Leone watched his cock disappear into the smaller man's ass over and over again. The sight was so fucking sexy.

Every time Melone went up, he tightened his entrance, causing both of them extra pleasure. Leone cursed and moaned, closing his eyes tightly. Melone started to go faster, Abbacchio's cock beginning to bash his prostate repeatedly, each time earning a scream from the biker. Leone was mesmerized by the display before him. He was tied up with this sexy, clearly freaky, man riding his cock like a jockey. He wanted to hate it but he physically and mentally couldn't, there was nothing to hate right now. He just wished that the man would have just asked to do this instead of drugging him, Leone would have said yes in a heartbeat. "F-uck! I'm s-so fu-cking close...!" the man moaned as he practically threw himself down on the man's cock. "...fu..ck..so am I..." Leone moaned out. Melone screamed in immense pleasure. "Yes yes...fu-ck..cum..cum d-deep in-side my ass...please Abba..cchio...give me your c-um..!"

Leone couldn't hold himself back anymore. He groaned loudly and felt the knot in his stomach tighten. After a few more minutes of Melone riding Leone, he moaned out Abbacchio's name before cuming on the both of them. Abbacchio finally let out one final moan before cuming deep inside Melone, hot, thick ropes of cum spraying his insides. Melone bounced on the goths cock a few more times, ensuring the man's cum was deep inside of himself. He flopped down on Leone, panting like he just ran a marathon. Both men lay there coming down from their highs. Leone looks over at Melone and smiles, Melone smiling back. "That...was fucking..amazing.." Leone said in between pants. Melone chuckled softly and got back up, straddling him again. "Oh Caro, that was just the beginning.."