a silent sin.

we're all just a little fucked up.

[lostcoldlove]

[itslosersclub]

[bcysdontcare-blog]

there wasn’t much said, but clearly he didn’t look well. he didn’t exactly feel well either so that was probably why he looked less than healthy. he’d kept himself holed up in the basement, the cold, dank basement with nothing but the clothes he was wearing and his bear that had been given to him. there was a slight limp in his step mostly from how he had slept on the concrete, the unsteadiness was also probably caused by lack of food. “my head hurts.” he mumbled when stefan grabbed his hand and urged him up and onto his feet before deciding to just scoop him up and carry him. his head lulled against the other, breathing in deeply. it had been the first time in days he’d been close to him, breathing in his scent was calming, soothing. “don’t want a bath.” he argued as he was placed onto the closed toilet, letting stefan do all of the work because his body was just tired from lack of food and water. “don’t want a bath.” he sighed again as the other shut the water off, and helped him into it anyways despite his protests. his heart fluttered with happiness though, stefan cared enough to bring him to the bathroom and draw him a warm bath. there was still hope for them yet. “i had a dream about you and me last night,” levi’s eyes were shut, body relaxing as stefan cleaned him. it was nice, much like it had been the first night despite his fear. the pain in his body seemed to lessen, his muscles becoming less taut. “dreamt that you got me a puppy, we were walking it.” he thought back on the dream, his mind was creating all of these happy scenarios for him in his time of need. he needed happiness, at least in his dreams. “we played fetch and everything with it.” he paused briefly. “i know.” levi whispered when he was reminded he was still mad, but he wasn’t as angry as he had been. he wasn’t red in the face with rage, he was more calm. he was thinking, he was sober. when he was when stefan was finally done cleaning him and moving him around levi moved to sit up, ready to get out of the tub right then and there. “don’t want to sit in here.” a small huff out of agitation left him but he settled back again, watching the other closely as he spoke on the phone. using his actual name for the first time in god knows how long– “no you gotta keep calling me princess, and pet.” he tells him, doing his best to sound stern. “not really hungry though,” he fiddles with his fingers, eyes focused down on them when stefan hung up the phone and turned back to him. he didn’t have to think much about the answer, he thought about that exact thing for awhile when he was downstairs. did he really want to be there? “yes i want to be here.” he says softly, he wanted to be there. “i need you. and not because you buy me things. need you because- because you’re the only one i got. the only one who cares.” levi frowned, it was sad when your own family didn’t want you. when they didn’t care where he had vanished off to, or when his friends didn’t even probably try to message him on social media. “i wanna stay here. please let me stay, please don’t make me go.”

“oh yeah?” stefan couldn’t help but smile at the sound of the other’s dream, “well, let’s first see you take care of the bear properly, then we’ll talk canines.”   he found himself smiling again when the other interjected about what he called him, “and here i thought you hated being called those names,” he pointed out. he didn’t pay much attention to the other’s whines about what he did and didn’t want to do - looking at him now after being left for three days to make his own decisions clearly showed the other was lost without his guidance. stefan nodded as he listened to the other, keeping calm on the outside but a part of him inside breathed a heavy sigh of relief to hear those words come from him. “okay,”  was all he said, “c’mon - let’s get you dressed - the food should be here soon,” he helped the other stand up and climb out of the tub, insisting on drying him himself and then leading him to the bedroom where he made him sit on the (new and even larger and comfier than before) bed while he dressed him in clean pajamas before leading him downstairs. by the time he got him settled in the living room the doorbell rang - and usually, it was one of levi’s duties to get the food but once again, stefan told him - in his own loving way - to ‘sit the fuck down’ he would ‘take care of it’. he didn’t want levi to strain himself anymore, he was determined to nurse the other back to his former health. these past three days, without him directly punishing the other, had definitely been punishment enough to show the other the consequences of his actions. stefan hauled the extra large order of food into the living room and spread it all out in front of them on the couch. he grabbed drinks out the fridge and kicked his shoes off. “so,” he started, mouth half-full with his second slice of pizza, “what kinda dog was it?” he asked, looking over at the other, “i hope it wasn’t one of them tiny, stupid looking dogs - like a poodle or a chihua-whateverthefuck,” he said, swallowing a gulp of food and taking a few sips of drink to wash it down. when they’d finished their food, stefan laid himself across the couch, then spread his legs a little and patted the space between them, signalling levi to join him - a few days ago, it’d become one of their favorite positions on the couch, with the other laying across his chest, settled between his large, muscular thighs. stefan hadn’t forgiven him, not by a long shot - but with everything he was doing for the other that night, he made it clear that he was willing to start building bridges and healing wounds.

[jalecsource]

[mithli-archive]

[bcysdontcare-blog]

he wasn’t sure what he was expecting. he was half expecting stefan to be thrilled he came back, thrilled, but angry. thrilled because he had what he wanted. he had him, he had him under his stupid fucking spell and levi couldn’t picture his life without him. he expected punishment, maybe he’d still get it, just later on. he didn’t rule out that possibility yet. levi’s mind was all over the place, his head aching still from the crying he’s been doing non-stop for the past few hours. stefan was acting like he didn’t care. like he didn’t even care anymore and it hurt, it wounded him–it made levi finally back off for the time being and keep himself as far away from the man as possible at all times. the boy took his bear into the basement with him and locked himself down there for the rest of the day. mostly to remind himself of what happened that first day, trying to taint all of his happy moments and memories he had with stefan. trying to do anything to make him change how he felt for his captor. how he had felt so sick, violated, cold, dirty, pained right there on the cold cement floor, but it didn’t work. all of the good over powered the bad. he was stefan’s pet, his princess. he was his because stefan wanted him to be, and now–now he would barely look at him. he didn’t want him, he felt betrayed and levi couldn’t blame him. levi fell asleep on the cold floor that night, his head heavy and hurting, he could barely keep his eyes open. his arms wrapped tightly around the bear, one leg hooked around it as well. he curled in on himself and drifted off to sleep. and repeated this for the next day or two. only coming out of the basement when he needed something to drink, and to use the bathroom. levi didn’t eat, anything he attempted to eat wanted to come right back up because he kept getting himself all worked up over stefan. 

three days had passed since levi’s little stunt, the home was refurnished and everything was as good as new. the workers had done a quick, and thorough job. he had barely been upstairs to see what exactly it was they had to fix around the house. but he noticed the difference, especially in the living room. despite sleeping so much he felt exhausted and he wasn’t sure why. the past three days he’d done nothing but sleep and cry. his muscles sore, and stiff from sleeping on the hard ground downstairs in the basement. he missed sleeping in the bed with stefan. it was about five in the afternoon when levi climbed the stairs again, finding stefan in the living room much like he had a few days ago when he returned. minus the mass destruction around stefan and the heavy stench of liquor. levi dragged his bear along with him, like a small child would have. he propped jake up in the new recliner before moving to kneel at stefan’s feet, head bowed in shame. “when are you going to look at me again…or talk to me?” he frowned deeply. “when? i-i miss you.”

destroying the house had actually been something of a blessing in disguise. the rennovations and repairs completely occupied his mind. while he was at it, he sold a lot of the furniture that hadn’t been broken so that he could completely overhaul the house. he had painters and contractors and huge delivery trucks filing in and out of the home over the next few days, completely transforming it. he needed new scenery, he needed it to all reset and start fresh. levi had taken to hiding away in the basement, he’d found him passed out down there, curled up to that ridiculous present of his there. he was still angry and hurt by the other, though he could obviously understand it from levi’s perspective. he found his emotions began to slowly subside over the next few days, not completely gone, but not so rampant that he would feel the urge to destroy his home a second time. if only levi had just trusted him like he’d taught him to. just been patient. he was giving the other everything he needed and more - he knew he was showing the other more love and care than anybody else in the world would and he knew it because once upon a time, he’d been that boy who had nobody but himself that cared whether he lived or died.

the renovations finished after two round-the-clock days and by the third day, stefan was sitting in the living room, enjoying the new look and feel when he heard the tell-tale sounds of the basement door creaking open. he slowly looked over at the other and he honestly was sick to his stomach. levi was pale, dirty and didn’t seem to really be walking straight- he looked like a ghost of the boy he’d been before. it was funny how, despite how angry and upset he was, not once did he ever consider hurting levi - not in punishment or in rage, and the same was true now. he let out a long sigh, “jesus christ,” he muttered, leaning forwards he picked up levi’s hand and pulled him to his feet, once the other was up, stefan decided the other definitely looked like he would fall over without support so he scooped the other up into his strong arms and carried him gently with him out of the room and up the stairs. he didn’t say much - he didn’t really have much to say. it’d all come out in the end. he made his way to his en-suit bathroom which now looked even more luxurious than before and set the other down gently to sit on the lid of the toilet as he then started running a warm bath. “c’mon,” he mumbled as he gently undressed the other, not moving to fast or too rough as he did so. by the time he got levi naked the bath had filled and he lead the other into it, “sit,” he murmured, nodding down at the tub. once the other got settled, the mafioso rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, loosening his tie a little before he grabbed a sponge and soap and began to tenderly wash the other down - almost exactly how he’d done for the other the very first night they met. his silent way of washing away the pain levi had been through and showing him that a part of him did care about him, “m’still mad at your stupid face,” he mumbled, not wanting levi to think he was completely off the hook yet, it would definitely still take stefan a while to fully trust him again. he didn’t say much else as he washed the other down, rinsing and repeating, gently moving the other around as he got to different body parts, “shh, just relax for a bit,” he said when he was done, his hand on the other’s chest, subtly forcing him to lay down in the warm water and soak for a little while, “m’gonna order pizza,” he decided, getting his phone out of his pocket, “hey, yeah it’s stefan and levi here - uh - yeah the usual -” his eyes moved down levi’s frame and he remembered that he hadn’t actually noticed the other eating in a few days, “- i think maybe give us double the usual - yeah - yeah, two of everything - ‘kay,” he put the phone down, clearing his throat, scratching the back of his neck, “now, give it to me straight,” he said, looking down for a moment before looking back up at levi, “you really wanna be here or are you just here for the meal ticket?” he wasn’t angry or accusatory as he asked, he just needed to know whether the other was as emotionally invested as he was, or if he needed to face the reality that maybe levi only liked him for the things he gave him - either way, he wouldn’t be mad at the reply he now waited for.

[bcysdontcare-blog]

“i-i know–” levi choked out, his words cutting short the moment the lamp crashed against the wall, he’d clean that up later. he’d never saw stefan this angry before, not even after coming home from work was he ever this angry. upset, sure, but scarily angry and upset? no. “n-no stefan that’s n-not it.” it was partly true. he was in a foreign town, he didn’t know what else to do. but if he really wanted to go, he could have found the police, he could have asked someone to let him use their phone. he’s been with stefan for so long, he realized…no one even wanted him, no one wanted him as much as stefan did. his father sold him without a second thought, his friends and family weren’t even looking. it hurt to know how unwanted he was, how worthless he really was. clearly he never meant anything to anyone that had once been in his life. each word stefan spoke cut deeper than the last, his beart breaking and shattering even more when he heard the plans stefan had for him. they were finally going to get to go out, and levi ruined it all. he was going to get to go into town with him. he broke their trust, stefan wasn’t going to trust him for awhile. if not ever again. “collar?” he asked, he hiccuped. stefan had explained to him what a collar meant in some relationships. it symbolized the relationship, meant levi was his, stefan would take full responsibility of him, take care of him. or at least that’s what he told him one night. “i’m so sorry. so sorry, i’m sorry.” levi mumbled, wiping at his eyes over and over again as the tears continued to fall. stefan planned something so nice, and levi would have enjoyed it a lot. he would have loved it. “stefan–i don’t want to go. i’m nothing without you–you give me purpose…you-you’re right. they don’t care, they don’t care like you. th-they never did.” levi dropped his gaze to the bills floating down around between him and stefan. “i want to stay.” levi stood up, setting the bear aside for the time being. he was sure that was the only source of comfort he’d get for awhile, the only thing he’d be able to cuddle so long as stefan remained angry with him. the boy stood and followed stefan out of the room. “i l-love you. i promise.” he mumbled, he really had grown to enjoy being around stefan. even with how their relationship started. he needed him, he really really needed him. he was all he had. “please c-can i stay? let me stay, please.”

as stupid and as unbelievable as it sounded - despite all the dark and dirty surroundings of their relationship, levi had truly come to care about levi and seeing him and being with him had fast became his favorite parts of the day. he’d never had anybody like him in his life before - and now he realized just why that was. he wasn’t made for this lovey-dovey crap. he was a money-making, blood spilling machine without feelings and that was what he was good at being. the other could weep and apologize and cling to that fucking hideous bear as much as he liked - none of it appealed to any of stefan’s emotions. he was numb save for a burning, bitter anger and a deep seeded hatred for himself. he fully intended to make sure that levi left before the end of the day, clean him out before he cleaned the rest of the house out and then, like his house, he could pick up his broken pieces and start rebuilding. in all his rage and his cold indifference he paused when he heard the other speak one final time. he said those three words. three words that stefan waited all his life to hear from someone- anyone. he clenched his fists and his jaw tightened, not turning to look at the other as his eyes teared up again. this wasn’t where or how he wanted to hear it and it wasn’t the time for him to be thinking about him at five years old fighting for attention from foster parents or when he was twelve, being raised on the street, looking for some kind of love in all the wrong places. the other probably didn’t even know what those words meant to him. or even how much he’d prayed to have somebody say them to him. if the other had said to him, literally, twenty four hours ago, he might’ve even returned them right back, while he was in a love-drunk stupor with the other. but no. levi didn’t get to win him over that easily, the other didn’t get to just waltz back into the single soft spot in his heart that had been guarded all his life. “do whatever you want,” he finally managed from gritted teeth, “just stay away from me,” and with that he moved forward again. he was silently choking for somewhere he could breathe. where he could splash cold water on his face and calm down - somewhere the thought and the presence of levi and what he’d done wasn’t suffocating him. part of him wanted to start smashing things again, part of him wanted to get started on all the liquor he had lying in his bar, another part wanted to call his men up and go cause a riot to release his frustrations. in the end though, he simply landed up making calls to his contract repairman who took care of all his house business - he was an old friend, one that stefan made when he helped him startup his contracting and construction business with money and dealings that weren’t exactly city regulation, but now the guy was one of the number one names in the country for that kinda stuff. the guy said he’d have it sorted before stefan went to bed that night, which was what the muscular crime lord was hoping to hear. soon enough he landed up with a blunt the size of a cigar in one hand and a newly cracked open bottle of some bullshit vintage liquor that was twice as strong as what was actually legal in the other, sitting on a chair outside, staring at the pool as he heard builders and repairmen file into the house and begin work. it was a start - he’d have to order new appliances and furniture too but it was best to fix the bones of the house first. he’d also have to figure out what he was going to do with the other occupant of the house, but right now he couldn’t deal with that as well, it was all too much for him to handle right now, even being in his right, sober mind wasn’t much of an option.

[blossomfully]

I was so fucking soft for you and you ruined me.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[bcysdontcare-blog]

it looked like a damn tornado blew through the house, things were shattered and scattered about. the flat screen television was shattered. there was a pang in his chest when stefan told him not to call him that, daddy. the name he’d grown accustomed to calling him. the house was trashed, furniture ruined, glass shattered around everywhere. and that was just the living room. his eyes fell to the glass in his hand, did he drink that entire thing? tears fell down levi’s cheeks, flinching a little when the glass was thrown and shattered on impact with a loud crash. “y-you d-don’t mean th-that.” levi stuttered when the other told him to fuck off to wherever he had just come from. which was no where, the middle of a town he knew nothing about. levi instantly stepped forward when the other stood, he didn’t want stefan to fall. it was clear he was overly drunk, he was worried. 

levi watched him walk off and stood there in the destroyed living room for awhile, eyes falling on the flat screen where he saw a small box lodged in its center. he cried a lot that night, through his tears he worked to clean up and busy himself. as much as he could, he swept up piles of glass, throwing away things that couldn’t be fixed or salvaged before heading up into the bedroom for the night. his head was throbbing, his eyes hurt. he wasn’t able to sleep, and ended up sitting in the far corner of the bedroom in the desk chair, hugging the bear stefan had bought him awhile ago tightly against his chest. he was hoping that those words that left him last night was just the alcohol talking. levi was silent until stefan reemerged from the bathroom, his words cutting him deep. he hadn’t talked to him with such hostility in weeks. “i need you.” he spoke, voice small, muffled by the bear as he hid his face from the other. “i came back because i want- i want to be here. i was just- i just…i missed- i felt..i missed my friends. family…i-i felt l-like i had no freedom. b-but all i n-need is you. i need you.” he pulled his face away from jake the bear, and looked up at stefan. “y-you can punish me.” he tells him. “i won’t fight you.” levi sniffed in roughly, his nose dripping a little. even if he did hate them, he had to make things right again. 

“funny - you coulda fuckin’ fooled me, usually people who need something don’t leave it to come home to a cold and empty fuckin’ house,” he got so worked up as he said those words that by the time he reached the last one he grabbed a lamp from the side table and aimed it at the wall across from him, smashing it to pieces. clearly there was still miles more emotion inside of him about what had happened. “don’t fuckin’ talk shit to me - you came back because you probably realized we’re in a different part of the goddamn country than where i found you and you didn’t know where the fuck else to go,” he barked, “but you wanna know what the most fucked up part was?” he asked, his voice lowering right down but staying dangerous, “what’s the real fucking kicker of this whole shit story?” he laughed, but it wasn’t a warm or friendly laugh at all, “last night i was gonna tell you that we should go out for the day,” he nodded, laughing again, “yeah, i was gonna tell you that you were ready to start going out and i was gonna take you to restaurants and shops and all kinds of stupid romantic shit that i’ve had some of my guys help me fucking plan all fucking week,” he spat the last few words out venomously, “and if you don’t believe me - you can go pull the gift i got you out of the fucking tv to prove it,” his hand swiftly pointing out of the bedroom door, “i got you a diamond-fucking-collar to wear tomorrow to show you off and because i thought you’d look fuckin pretty in it or some romantic bullshit,” he hated himself and felt himself get angrier at how sappy and pathetically cliche’d and romantic he had become and then had it all thrown in his face. “fuck. you.” he said, his voice cracking as he said it, which only made him even further upset as he pressed one of his palms against his eyes, refusing to cry and show any other signs of weakness, “punish you?” he laughed maniacally, “i don’t even wanna fuckin’ look at you,” he muttered, moving out of the room, but stopping by the door, then reaching into his pocket, “you know what? here you go,” he pulled out his wallet and grabbed every note in it, scrunching it in his fist and then throwing it in the air towards levi, his eyes staring right at levi as the money all floundered and floated towards the floor a few feet between them, “take it, find a fucking bus and get the fuck out - go back to that piece of shit father who sold you like a crack pipe and all those precious friends of yours that haven’t even fuckin’ looked for you since you’ve been gone,” he spat, then continuing out the door, needing some kind of air before he punched his hand through one of the few windows that had survived the evening.

[thestressedoneaf]

[s-a-e-c-u-l-u-m-deactivated2025]

[bcysdontcare-blog]

“good boy,” aaron murmured when the other told him the correct number they were on, the boy’s hand glided across the red rear, gingerly his fingers traced over some of the rising skin. he was right, he looked marvelous covered in welts, some of the spots where the belt had over lapped other marks had began to faintly bruise. a smirk pulled at his lips. “you’re doing very well,” he hums, in fact, the other was playing his part almost too well. it was hard to tell if brad was getting any enjoyment out of this, or if he was faking it. sometimes aaron did wish he could find someone who was into the same things as him. “only spank you?” he gave another sharp slap with the strap, twenty five. “oh this is only the beginning, boy, i’ve got so much more planned for tonight.” he tells him, “yes you have been, a very bad boy. wiggling that beautiful ass of yours is even badder.” he smirks, another sharp slap. twenty six. the next three came in one quick session, and the final hit was the hardest. “how you doing, boy?” as careless and heartless as he was, it seemed aaron almost knew how to be a proper dom in most scenes. his hands worked the heated flesh, kneading it gently, rubbing it. he just wanted to be sure before moving on, even if he was paying brad, he didn’t want to overwhelm him. 

when the slaps were finally done, brad let out a huff and let himself collapse forward on the bed. the sweet relief of cool air and no more tension from waiting for further pain greeted his backside like a cool summer breeze. he flinched a little when aaron started groping at him while his skin felt like it had had sandpaper rubbed against it, but when he felt the other actually massaging the muscle and feeling the spot grow warmer and the sting start to fade, he didn’t mind it so much and let the other continue. “m’okay,” he murmured, sure that the other didn’t really care about how he was. after all, he was just an object to the other and aaron was just a paycheck to him at this point and he was enduring his torture so that he wouldn’t have to starve for the next few weeks, “let’s keep goin’,” he said, pulling his underwear properly off though keeping his butt as much in the air as possible since the thought of sitting on it right now wasn’t a pleasant one. “what’s next, sir - chains? ropes? gags? leather?” he asked, assuming that the other probably intended to inflict everything he possibly could on him. brad had dealt with people like this more than anybody knew - people who liked to get as much out of him as they possibly could and then throw him to the curb when they were done - at least, this time, he would be thrown with a paycheck in his hand. he stood up now, keeping close to aaron and he leaned in and pressed soft kisses to his neck while his naked body pressed against the other’s still clothed one. “tell me what else you wanna do to me, sir,” he murmured, running a hand down the other’s chest and all the way to his crotch which he stroked through his suit, while his other hand moved to aaron’s ass which he gently groped.

[bcysdontcare-blog]

“you offered me a hunting job - do i look like i can handle that?” braxton felt if he took the hunter up on that offer, and went out and killed someone he’d cry for days. he was an emotional guy, he felt most lives were precious and worth trying to save even if they had done bad things. “okay, i didn’t steal your stuff. i still have your clothes - these are actually your boots.” he commented. “you can have them back–the foods been long gone though.” he said sheepishly, letting out a little sigh soon after. really, how did he thing he was going to react? eagerly? eager to kill with him? help him kill? the young wold remembered what the hunter told him. everything would start going wrong, and it was. he didn’t know what else could happen, but he already lost his job and the shelter–what more could he lose? he had nothing left. nothing. “you said you know how to help, you knew more than wolves even know about themselves.” he reminded, crossing his arms tightly across his chest. “unless you were lying.” he muttered, how could he know how to control a shift if he’s never even had to experience it? braxton seemed to perk up at the next thing he said, another offer. he looked like an excited puppy, no killing, or helping him hunt. this was sounding like a great offer. his face lit up some, “like a maid? do i get a uniform too?” he teased, wiggling his brows. the wolves excitement faded some as they met gazes and he spoke, sternly, seriously. “yes, i want it. i want it! deal.” he said quickly. “you sound like howie mandel.” he smiled, remembering the game show, deal or no deal–”my stuffs already at your place.” he says before beginning to walk. “and i didn’t ransack your place. i only took a pair of clothes and the snacks you had in your cupboards.”

the hunter sighed heavily, “i’m already regretting this,” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he turned and walked with the other, “keep pissing me off and i’ll make sure that’s the only thing you have to wear.” was this a good decision? was he doing the right thing? he didn’t fucking know, there was only one way to find out though. worst case scenario, he put a bullet in between his eyes and best case scenario his house would finally actually find some love and care and life would get a whole lot easier having somebody around to help him with all non-hunter stuff. the walk and the drive back home was pleasant enough and it gave christian hope that having a wolf around might actually be bearable. they got home and sure enough the other’s shit was piled at his door, “do tell me what you were gonna do if i didn’t give you the offer,” he snorted as he kicked his door open without much care. “also,” he said, stopping suddenly and turning to the other, hulking over him, pointing his finger in braxton’s face “don’t. ever. mess. with. my. cereal. again,” he said, each word punching harder than the last and a thick tone of anger covering each one. once he was sure the other understood, he nodded and then relaxed, shrugging his jacket off and tossing it nowhere in particular, “so whaddya wanna do for the rest of the night?” he asked, plopping down on the couch, “we could head to the pub downstairs,” he suggested, “or we could just stay here and watch tv or some shit,” he wasn’t used to having guests at all and had no idea what more than one person living in a house did together for entertainment.

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“you live across the street from your own church?” he didn’t know what he expected, of course they did. he leaned over some, glancing past the other and through the doors windows out at the house. making a mental note of that as the other spoke. “that’s the biggest lie you’ll probably ever tell. me, church?” the thought made him want to burst out into laughter, but it would be slightly out of character for him. he always seemed so void of emotions half the time. “that’s a thing? they think magic is messed up and you can’t watch it?” it was odd, though clearly matthew didn’t agree with some of what their religion said and did. diego rolled his eyes, hard after the other told him no drugs or liquor. before or during. fuck, the movie was going to be harder to watch without a little something to help him through it–his brows shot up at what left the others mouth next. his thumb dragged over the others lip, and across his cheek gently. “oh?” was the church boy breaking out of his shell? all it took was diego to take him to the damn movies? he found himself smiling as the other dashed away, and he had that stupid smile plastered on his face the whole way home. after showering and making himself presentable he made his way over to the others house and knocked on the door. it was about five in the afternoon, the movie would take a little while but they’d be having dinner by at least eight, eight-thirty. “hey,” he said when the door was opened, half-expecting for the kids father to come out and interrogate him. “movies is only a ten minute walk from here.” he tested it earlier. “no car yet.” he didn’t make enough to pay for one anyways. “ready to go?”

as soon as matthew got home that afternoon, he primped and primed himself - he showered. twice. he spent an eternity picking his outfit and then making sure he was clean shaven and that he smelt good. he made sure that there was money in his wallet and that his phone was fully charged - he wanted to be as perfect as possible for diego. his embellished description of diego fell on his father’s ears like music and his parents were both thrilled to hear him making friends with neighboring church goers and even encouraged him to invite diego for a sunday dinner after mass. when he heard the knock at the door he almost jumped a full foot into the air, his heart pounding away in his chest. the time had come. he’d been reading up on first date tips online and felt like he’d researched enough to know what was and wasn’t acceptable - it was all so new and scary that he had needed some kind of assurance or light in the dark. when he saw diego however, his heart both relaxed and sped up. “hey,” he returned the other’s greeting, “yeah,” he said, turning to grab a jacket from the rack near the door, “bye mom! bye dad!” he called out, waiting for their returned cheers before stepping out through the door with diego, hoping he looked presentable enough. he was still a little nervous about everything, “so ...” he said, a little blush on his cheeks as he slid his hands into his pockets, “how’ve things been going for you?” he asked conversationally, showing a genuine interest in diego and his well-being.

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as content as the boy was with his and stefan’s relationship, levi still felt like a prisoner at times. the loneliness while stefan was away was hard. everything began getting harder for him. being devoted to one man was one thing, but being devoted to his captor was another. he felt stefan should let him leave once in awhile, he felt he deserved to be allowed out of the house. being stuck inside all day was starting to drive him crazy, even with all the stuff he could do. he could cook, clean, read, watch tv, cuddle his bear, jake–and more–it wasn’t enough. he missed being able to interact with his friends, his family that wasn’t his father. so one day levi got out, and ran. with no particular destination in mind, no real plan. he just kept running till he hit town. only then did he realize he didn’t know where the fuck he was. he was in a completely different town, this wasn’t where he and his dad had lived. that’s when he started panicking, he practically drove himself to a panic attack as he realized his mistake. he was going to mess everything up, he was going to make stefan unhappy, he was going to be livid. of course levi tried to navigate back to the man’s home before stefan got back, but by time he finally was able to make it back, it was pitch black outside. he stared up at the home, hugging himself since it was chilly outside and he hadn’t planned ahead and grabbed a jacket. he was running back to the man who took him, even while knowing he’d be pissed. there was still something inside of him that still wanted to keep him happy, he needed to. he’d been so nice over the past few weeks. so, levi approached the front door, tears already welling in his eyes. he hoped he’d understand, and hoped he was less upset especially since he came back on his own. levi turned the knob, it was unlocked, and he walked inside. shutting it quietly behind him. though he didn’t get too far before he spotted stefan in the living room, anger practically radiating from him. “i’m sorry, daddy.” he said immediately. “i-i can- let me explain, please?”

a couple hours passed, stefan found himself sitting in the living room, staring at nothing in particular. he heard the front door open but he didn’t really register the sound. he’d convinced himself that he wouldn’t ever see levi again and he felt nothing but numb inside. when he heard the other’s voice, he stirred, but not much, “don’t fucking call me that,” he muttered. the flat screen was shattered, a Tiffany & Co. box lodged right in the center of it where stefan had thrown it earlier in a fit of rage. but he was stone cold emotionless, “fuck off back to wherever you came from,” he said, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, then lifting his other hand to reveal that he was holding an almost empty bottle of heavy liquor. he swung back the final drop and threw the bottle over his shoulder, letting it smash on the floor without a car. the whole house was in disarray and pieces. furniture was in pieces, material ripped, glass smashed - all remnants of an intense rampage that stefan had gone through where he’d vented so much emotion it now seemed like he had none left. he got up and staggered passed the other, “don’t fucking touch me,” he mumbled, “do whatever the fuck you want,” he said. his mind was so numb that he wasn’t even sure that it was really levi standing there - it could be a figment of his relationship. the vibrations of the other’s energy talking to him after being together and intimate for so long. he didn’t hear anything levi said - it all sounded as if he was submerged underwater and all sounds were warped and distorted and unrecognizable. he found his way upstairs, to what was left of the shambles of his bedroom and let himself collapse onto the bed, not bothering with the clothes he wore and almost instantly fell asleep.

The next morning he woke with his head, his body and his heart aching. he pulled himself up, barely able to stand on his own but managing to steady himself. his eyes fell on levi but nothing about his expression changed, as if he looked right through the other before simply moving passed him to the bathroom to wash off the day before and try and make himself feel human again. around a half hour later he exited the bathroom, feeling a lot more like himself, a lot more aware of his surroundings. he sighed at how much he’d fucked his house up - he’d have to make a few calls today to get help cleaning and repairing things. once again, he found himself looking right at levi. his lips curled into an almost snarl, “what the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, “you wanted to fucking go? then fucking go - don’t let me stop you.”

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the other must have felt he was struggling - and he was. something in his mind told him to quit trying to choke himself on stefan’s dick, so he was being hesitant. regardless, he wanted to take as much of the man into his mouth as he could. he wanted to make it as pleasurable as possible, get stefan as wet as he could and ready for levi to take. fingers slid through the hair at the back of his head, holding him still as he began to thrust in and out. at first it was a slow, steady pace, and stefan only gave him as much as he thought he could handle. he gagged a couple of more times before really trying his best to relax his throat, especially when stefan got more forceful with his thrusts. his eyes were watering, he wasn’t crying though. when stefan finally pulled out, a audible pop sounded before levi sucked in a breath almost greedily. he was still pleased, he was doing good. as far as he could tell. drool dripped down his chin, and onto his chest a little. he blinked up at stefan, almost as if he were questioning what he said. so, his head was forced down further between his legs. levi planted his hands firmly against his own thighs, his cock painfully hard at this point. it was amazing what he learned turned him on, and stefan being all demanding was one of them. levi pressed his lips against the others balls, tongue swiping out here and there to get a little taste and feel for them before reaching up to fondle them in his right hand. “i love your cock so much daddy,” he said, almost too easily. “so much,” he licked his lips. “’specially when it’s filling me up.” 

letting out a soft moan as he felt levi’s tongue and hands working over his sensitive balls, stefan smirked to himself as he thought that life didn’t get much better than this. that was until he heard the other spoke, voice croaky from having a fat cock down his throat but his words so dirty and erotic that stefan bit down on his lower lips, his eyes ablaze with lust. without thinking or warning he leaned forwards, grabbing the other just below his armpits and lifting him right up, like a doll and sitting him down to straddle his lap like he had been earlier. though this time he dragged the other’s pants down far enough to expose his bubble but and his own throbbing cock. it wasn’t long before he was buried inside the other and he taught the other how to ride him, how to bounce and once again finding that sweet side inside of him and they made love on the couch until they’d both finished twice all over each other and barely had enough energy to drag themselves to bed.

stefan began to trust the other more, bit by bit, over the next few days and the coming weeks, he never worried about leaving for work anymore since levi never gave him reason to worry. punishments were at an all time minimum - mostly the other only got spanked anymore when stefan was just feeling particularly naughty and in the mood for it. life was pretty great and stefan was a day away from asking levi to join him on one of his job errands and surprising the other with a day on the town - they could go shopping, get some food - maybe even watch a movie. like all those sappy shit couples on tv. “princess,” he called as he walked back into the house, late one night, “i got you something pretty,” he grinned, looking down at the Tiffany & Co. turquoise parcel in his hand, “princess?” he called again when there was no answer. maybe the toy had fallen asleep already - they had been up until like four in the morning half-making love, half-watching some of stefan’s porn stash. when he got to his bedroom he immediately scowled, “where the fuck are you?” he shouted, his voice echoing through the whole house. his demeanour immediately changing, his heart dropping and his temperature rising - it couldn’t be. no, his princess wouldn’t do this to him. it had to be a misunderstanding.

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“Ten minutes? oh dear, that just won’t do” Eric grinned, standing and taking Louis’ hand, leading him (still with Louis’ drink in hand) to his apartment below Fangtasia, “feel free to make yourself at home hm? in whatever state of undress you prefer, though I will say, the fewer clothes the better” he snickered, tugging Louis into a slow, passionate kiss as he let his pants drop to the floor, showing Louis his huge, thick cock.

louis let the other lead the way - which was probably incredibly stupid to let a stranger, a vampire stranger, take you somewhere privately that you don’t know. but louis’ curiosity and his libido go the best of him. he even felt kinda special that the owner could’ve walked up to anybody in the place and had them but he’d picked him. louis grinned at the other, taking his shirt off over his head just before he felt eric’s hands on his bare skin, pulling him in and kissing him. he undid his own pants as eric did too. when their pants fell to the ground, louis couldn’t help the moan that left his lips when he saw what the other was working with - it was impressive and his mouth already started watering, shooting the other a smirk before he slowly got down on his knees, pressing kisses along the other’s body as he did so until he was face-to-face with the other’s cock. he took the massive member in his gentle grasp and slowly stroked it before he ran his tongue along it, getting a teasing taste before he let his tongue start to swirl around the head.