I'm Morgue...

I am Morgan Wright Hazard but you can call me Morgue. I work as a surGEN at GeneCo and I have a secret... Like all of us, right? ~~~~~ Independent rp side blog for a Repo! the Genetic Opera OC

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“You know, it fucking hurts me that I have to do that, Morgan. It really does.” Ogre said in a very serious tone, with a hint of sadness in his voice rather than the anger one would usually feel in a situation like that. In the past he used to get really angry with Morgue’s escapes and relapses, but it was mostly because he was extremely worried about his well being. One of the singer’s biggest fears was to lose his best friend to addiction. “But until you learn to have more self control, I’m going to have to lock you up like a fucking animal.” Ogre bitterly said as he locked the last of the locks on Morgue’s bedroom door. He felt incredibly evil and cruel doing that, but he couldn’t take any chances; every time his friend escaped, he got into some sort of life threatening situation. Ogre vividly remembered how stressful and painful all those episodes were to him. “I’m going out, I won’t take too long. I’m sorry, Morgan.” He sighed sadly and made his way out of the apartment.

Ogre mindlessly walked by the sidewalk, even though he knew he should be more careful, living in a dangerous area like that. He hoped one day Morgue would be well enough and they would have enough money to move out to a better place. His mind wandered as he thought about his friend while also being focused on getting to his destination. Suddenly, a loud whistle and a yelled word took him out of his thoughts. “Faggot”. That was what the man yelled. Ogre stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. Two bald men glared at him from the other side of the sidewalk. Feeling his blood boil with anger, Ogre glared back. Looking the way he did, having fluffy teased hair and wearing mostly tight fitting black clothes, he was used to receiving that kind of response from people, but it always angered him. “Fuck off!” He barked at them and resumed walking, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. The men would probably walk away and mind their own business, or at least that’s what Ogre thought. He didn’t really care when he began hearing hurried footsteps behind him.

“What did you say, fairy?!”

Ogre felt the hairs in the back of his neck stand up as he heard the man’s booming voice right behind him. He spun around, his heart racing, and as the two men walked closer to him, he walked backwards, trying to back away from them. “I told you to fuck off and leave me alone!” Feeling threatened, the singer shoved one of the men. Right as he tried to run away, the other one put him in a headlock. “Get off me!” Ogre yelled, struggling against the man’s grip but to no avail; he was much stronger than him, even with the singer being slightly taller. Still thrashing and struggling, he was effortlessly dragged into an alleyway by the two men. “Let me go!” Ogre choked out as the headlock tightened around his neck to the point he could barely breathe.

“You know, faggots like you shouldn’t live in our society. You’re fucking scum.” The skinhead said, with a malicious grin on his face. Ogre coughed as he was released from the headlock, but his freedom didn’t last long as the man who was holding him grabbed his arms, pinning them to his back. The singer opened his mouth to reply to him, but froze as he saw the faint glistening of a blade in the penumbra. A hand clamped tightly over his mouth, muffling his terrified scream. Ogre began to struggle so desperately that he managed to free one of his arms, but the man was quicker. Tears of pain streamed down his face and he let out a muffled cry as he felt the blade of the knife pierce his stomach. The skinhead’s face was inches away from his and his eyes glowed with pure hatred and joy. Ogre screamed in agony as he stabbed him over and over again.

“Be careful not to get any blood on you, this skinny fag must have AIDS.” The other bald man stated, letting out a cruel laugh.

“You’re right. Just one more.” The man buried the knife deep into Ogre’s stomach, twisting it hard, but slowly. The singer felt as if he was about to pass out from the unbearable pain. “Where’s your boyfriend?” The skinhead taunted him, giving the blade another sharp twist before he removed it from the wound. “Pray that he comes save you. Or don’t, cause if he comes, we’re gonna kill him too.” Putting the knife away, he searched through Ogre’s pockets until he found his wallet. “Let’s go.”

Ogre dropped to the floor as soon as the man released him. He delivered a hard kick in the middle of the singer’s shoulder blades, making him fall over face first on the pavement. Ogre heard the footsteps and cruel laughter moving away from him. For a few moments, he absolutely could not move, being in too much pain to be able to do anything else other than groan and cry, pressing his hands against the bleeding wound. He hoped someone would hear him and come to his aid, but after the skinheads left, the street fell silent. Ogre removed his hands from his stomach and gasped as he saw how badly he was actually bleeding. Sobbing both in pain and in fear, he slowly began propping himself up against the wall so he could stand up. His legs felt numb as he took careful, erratic steps out of the alleyway. Looking around, he noticed the streets were indeed empty. More tears welled up inside his eyes as his dizziness began to increase. He didn’t feel like he could hang in much longer, but he knew that if he passed out, he would bleed to death. “H-Help…” Ogre tried to scream, but his voice came out in a weak groan. He was doomed: there was no one in sight to help him, he couldn’t use a payphone to call for an ambulance because his wallet had been stolen and he had locked up the only person that could come to his aid. “I-I don’t want to die…” He whispered, not realizing he had said that out loud.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed over him and he looked up to see a car coming down the road. Ogre didn’t think twice before literally throwing himself over the car, which stopped abruptly before hitting him. “Please! Please, help me!” The singer found his voice again as he leaned over the hood and staining it with blood, barely being able to support himself anymore. He heard the muffled sound of loud punk rock music coming from inside the car, and he felt relief wash over him as a group of people with colorful mohawks and long hair jumped out.

“Fuck, are you okay, dude?” A man with long, dark hair and a studded vest grabbed Ogre right as he was about to fall to the floor again. At this point the singer was blabbering incoherently, begging for them to help him and sobbing hard as he felt his consciousness slipping as the minutes passed.

“That goth is bleeding like a pig!” A girl with a pink mohawk yelled, horrified. “He needs to go to the hospital right now, guys!”

“Hey, can you tell us what happened? What’s your name?” A calmer and more collected metalhead tried to talk to Ogre. The mess of colors and sounds didn’t help him keep his focus. He felt himself being lifted up and put into the backseat of the car. Someone took his jacket off and pressed it against the wound in his stomach.

“I… My n-name is Kevin… Kevin Ogilvie.” Ogre tried to piece his words together as he felt his mind slipping further. “I-I was attacked b-by… Nazis… I need help!” A punk guy comforted him as he began crying again. “Please, I-I don’t wanna die!”

“You’ll be okay, dude.” The punk guy tried to reassure him, gently stroking his fluffy hair. “Nazis are fucking scum.”

Ogre couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, but he felt the car going across the streets at a fast speed. “M-Morgan…” He muttered. “Tell him…”

“Who’s Morgan?” Was the last thing he heard before everything went dark and silent.

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Morgan pouted angrily as Ogre was telling him off for escaping all these past times to go get his drugs. He sat on his bed, arms crossed in front of his chest and glaring at Ogre. “I thought you, of all people, would understand. But I was wrong…” He muttered, averting his gaze from his friend. He hated doing that, he always felt guilty after turning away or speaking to him like that. Because Morgan knew that Ogre was doing this to save him. Was his addiction so hard that he lost control of how to act towards his best friend? “Where are you going?” he asked him, but it was late. The singer had already left. “Fuck!”

It was one of the few times that Morgna hadn’t tried to escape. He saw it was pointless, Ogre had secured him very well inside, locking him up like never before and taking the spare key with him too. “You fucking twink…” Morgan hissed for Ogre, surprising even himself. “When you come back it will be the last time you see me…”

The feeling of anger was rising until he noticed that time was passing and passing and Ogre was not returning. Hours had passed and no sign of the singer anywhere. Morgan had left his bed, on which he was lying for hours now, and went to the window, then the doors and the rest of the windows of the house, only to find them well-locked and secured as never before. “What the fuck, you bastard!! Where the fuck are you?! Where are you?”

He started panicking… badly. He started hyperventilating as he roamed the rooms endlessly, trying to find something to open the door with. At last, he found a hairpin. He was now sweating badly from panic and his hands were shaking. “I hate you… You hear me? I fucking hate you. Leaving me here to die…” Morgan muttered as he shakily tried to opent he door with the hairpin, finally making it. He dashed out, drawing in deep breaths. He had no idea where to look for for Ogre. He was worried. He wasn’t realizing it but he was dead worried for his friend, knowing his past and how many times people had attacked him. 

It was when he found himself on the same road Ogre was ealrier, that he heard a voice. “Ohh well well!! What do we have here?” Morgan stated silent and put, frozen like a statue. “Another goth fag,” a second voice said. 

Morgan slowly turned around, seeing the two Nazis that had attacked Ogre previously. Both got stunned. “Holy hell, look at this!! He looks so much like him, doesn’t he? Like a twin brother!” Morgan blinked at that. He knew full well who he looked so much like. That awoke something inside him. 

“Ogre…“ he muttered. “No… What did you do?“ Morgan strode angrily towards him, ignoring the sarcastic laughs. “What did you do with Ogre, you bastards– Ah!! Let go of me!! Assholes!! Let me… go!!!“ He struggled as both skinheads held him tightly and the one with the knife didn’t hesitate to drive the knife that was previously driven into Ogre inside Morgan’s stomach. 

Morgan let out a hard gasp, his eyes shooting open in pain. “We told your sweet boyfriend that we would kill you after killing him. Good news is you will see each other again up in Heaven!” They laughed. This time they didn’t bother leading him to the alleyway they had Ogre, so, even though the street was not too busy, one or two people were passing by. The result was two people to scream and rush to them, causing the two skinheads to get away. 

The people rushed to Morgan, who had collapsed to the ground, whimpering in pain and crying, trying to breathe. “Are you… are you okay.. Oh my, we called the ambulance, you will be fine! Hang in there, buddy…!”

Morgan couldn’t talk. He only sobbed and his bloody mouth was opening and closing in an attempt to say something. Before he knew it, the anbulance was there, and two paramedics put him on a stretcher carefully. What followed was the paramedics talking to the two guys who had found Morgan but Morgan couldn’t make out what they were saying as he was losing conciousness. It only took one stab wound to make him faint. He was already frail from drug use. Or rather, drugs abuse…

As he got in and the ambulance took off for the hospital, he only had time to utter a few words before his eyes closed. “O-Ogre… I– I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

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Dr. Brownstein stared down at the young man who laid unconscious on the hospital bed, hooked to an extensive number of machines that helped keep him alive. He sighed and looked at his file; his condition was very serious. He had been stabbed multiple times, which damaged his internal organs and had bled way too much by the time he got assistance. Not to mention he had arrived nearly dead at the hospital. The doctor tried to piece together the information the group of punks had given him; his name was Kevin, he was not related to anyone in that group and he was seemingly jumped by two unknown Nazis. As one of the punks told him, he also played in an underground band he obviously didn’t know. They also said he had mentioned a “Morgan” before he lost consciousness, but they had no idea who that was and if “Morgan” and Kevin were related at all. The doctor let the group of punks go after they told him everything they could. There wasn’t much he could do with all that. Or at least he thought so.

Until a “Morgan” checked in at the hospital some time later. He had also been stabbed (possibly by the same men) and although his wound wasn’t as serious as Kevin’s, his state was also pretty bad due to the fact that his health was compromised. Morgan was obviously a drug addict. It was also impressive how much both of them looked alike. The doctor supposed they were probably brothers. But they could be just friends too. Or…

The possibility that what happened to them was a hate crime couldn’t be ruled out. Dr Brownstein moved to Morgan’s room. He would probably wake up soon and, when he did, maybe he could help him piece together what had happened. If it was really a hate crime, he would have to get the police involved. Maybe Morgan could help identify the attackers; they couldn’t just keep randomly assaulting people in the streets, they had to go to jail. Whatever the outcome would be, one thing was certain; it would not be easy for the doctor to tell that young man that his brother, friend or lover could possibly never wake up again.

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Morgan was rushed to the hospital unconcious. He was accompanied by the ones who had saved him, having given his name after he had the time to whisper it after they asked him before he fainted. He was rushed to the ER, given the emergency help he needed. He was then moved to his room, still atatched to machines as his condition was still a difficult one. 

He was now sleeping, being given drugs to keep him stable and his bleeding was stopped, bandaged covering his stomach where he had been stabbed once. It was after a while, five minutes after Dr. Brownstein had eetered his room and checked his files, that Morgan came to, but very slowly. First, his moved his fingers gently, followed by his eyes that opened slowly and blinked, being sensitive to the light. They were red inside and purple on their skin around them. He certainly looked like the drug addict that he was.

He woke up more at a gentle voice calling his name. “Hhhn?” Morgan moaned, furrowing his eyebrows. He was still in pain and the rest of his body felt numb. “K-Kevin...?” he asked, waking up more, and blinking more, his eyes finally adjusting to the lights and looking around the room. The heart rate increased, as shown on the monitor next to him. He tried to sit up in as frantic as possible. “Wh-- where is he? Please, he-- help me... Help him...”

He spoke some more but incoherently, not really understanding what he was saying himself. “I h-have to go to him... I have to find him...” he said, but his body was so tired and hurt that he couldn’t help bu fall back on his bed, his eyebrows furrowed in sadlness and stress for his best friend. Was he alright? Was he there?

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“You know, it fucking hurts me that I have to do that, Morgan. It really does.” Ogre said in a very serious tone, with a hint of sadness in his voice rather than the anger one would usually feel in a situation like that. In the past he used to get really angry with Morgue’s escapes and relapses, but it was mostly because he was extremely worried about his well being. One of the singer’s biggest fears was to lose his best friend to addiction. “But until you learn to have more self control, I’m going to have to lock you up like a fucking animal.” Ogre bitterly said as he locked the last of the locks on Morgue’s bedroom door. He felt incredibly evil and cruel doing that, but he couldn’t take any chances; every time his friend escaped, he got into some sort of life threatening situation. Ogre vividly remembered how stressful and painful all those episodes were to him. “I’m going out, I won’t take too long. I’m sorry, Morgan.” He sighed sadly and made his way out of the apartment.

Ogre mindlessly walked by the sidewalk, even though he knew he should be more careful, living in a dangerous area like that. He hoped one day Morgue would be well enough and they would have enough money to move out to a better place. His mind wandered as he thought about his friend while also being focused on getting to his destination. Suddenly, a loud whistle and a yelled word took him out of his thoughts. “Faggot”. That was what the man yelled. Ogre stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. Two bald men glared at him from the other side of the sidewalk. Feeling his blood boil with anger, Ogre glared back. Looking the way he did, having fluffy teased hair and wearing mostly tight fitting black clothes, he was used to receiving that kind of response from people, but it always angered him. “Fuck off!” He barked at them and resumed walking, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. The men would probably walk away and mind their own business, or at least that’s what Ogre thought. He didn’t really care when he began hearing hurried footsteps behind him.

“What did you say, fairy?!”

Ogre felt the hairs in the back of his neck stand up as he heard the man’s booming voice right behind him. He spun around, his heart racing, and as the two men walked closer to him, he walked backwards, trying to back away from them. “I told you to fuck off and leave me alone!” Feeling threatened, the singer shoved one of the men. Right as he tried to run away, the other one put him in a headlock. “Get off me!” Ogre yelled, struggling against the man’s grip but to no avail; he was much stronger than him, even with the singer being slightly taller. Still thrashing and struggling, he was effortlessly dragged into an alleyway by the two men. “Let me go!” Ogre choked out as the headlock tightened around his neck to the point he could barely breathe.

“You know, faggots like you shouldn’t live in our society. You’re fucking scum.” The skinhead said, with a malicious grin on his face. Ogre coughed as he was released from the headlock, but his freedom didn’t last long as the man who was holding him grabbed his arms, pinning them to his back. The singer opened his mouth to reply to him, but froze as he saw the faint glistening of a blade in the penumbra. A hand clamped tightly over his mouth, muffling his terrified scream. Ogre began to struggle so desperately that he managed to free one of his arms, but the man was quicker. Tears of pain streamed down his face and he let out a muffled cry as he felt the blade of the knife pierce his stomach. The skinhead’s face was inches away from his and his eyes glowed with pure hatred and joy. Ogre screamed in agony as he stabbed him over and over again.

“Be careful not to get any blood on you, this skinny fag must have AIDS.” The other bald man stated, letting out a cruel laugh.

“You’re right. Just one more.” The man buried the knife deep into Ogre’s stomach, twisting it hard, but slowly. The singer felt as if he was about to pass out from the unbearable pain. “Where’s your boyfriend?” The skinhead taunted him, giving the blade another sharp twist before he removed it from the wound. “Pray that he comes save you. Or don’t, cause if he comes, we’re gonna kill him too.” Putting the knife away, he searched through Ogre’s pockets until he found his wallet. “Let’s go.”

Ogre dropped to the floor as soon as the man released him. He delivered a hard kick in the middle of the singer’s shoulder blades, making him fall over face first on the pavement. Ogre heard the footsteps and cruel laughter moving away from him. For a few moments, he absolutely could not move, being in too much pain to be able to do anything else other than groan and cry, pressing his hands against the bleeding wound. He hoped someone would hear him and come to his aid, but after the skinheads left, the street fell silent. Ogre removed his hands from his stomach and gasped as he saw how badly he was actually bleeding. Sobbing both in pain and in fear, he slowly began propping himself up against the wall so he could stand up. His legs felt numb as he took careful, erratic steps out of the alleyway. Looking around, he noticed the streets were indeed empty. More tears welled up inside his eyes as his dizziness began to increase. He didn’t feel like he could hang in much longer, but he knew that if he passed out, he would bleed to death. “H-Help…” Ogre tried to scream, but his voice came out in a weak groan. He was doomed: there was no one in sight to help him, he couldn’t use a payphone to call for an ambulance because his wallet had been stolen and he had locked up the only person that could come to his aid. “I-I don’t want to die…” He whispered, not realizing he had said that out loud.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed over him and he looked up to see a car coming down the road. Ogre didn’t think twice before literally throwing himself over the car, which stopped abruptly before hitting him. “Please! Please, help me!” The singer found his voice again as he leaned over the hood and staining it with blood, barely being able to support himself anymore. He heard the muffled sound of loud punk rock music coming from inside the car, and he felt relief wash over him as a group of people with colorful mohawks and long hair jumped out.

“Fuck, are you okay, dude?” A man with long, dark hair and a studded vest grabbed Ogre right as he was about to fall to the floor again. At this point the singer was blabbering incoherently, begging for them to help him and sobbing hard as he felt his consciousness slipping as the minutes passed.

“That goth is bleeding like a pig!” A girl with a pink mohawk yelled, horrified. “He needs to go to the hospital right now, guys!”

“Hey, can you tell us what happened? What’s your name?” A calmer and more collected metalhead tried to talk to Ogre. The mess of colors and sounds didn’t help him keep his focus. He felt himself being lifted up and put into the backseat of the car. Someone took his jacket off and pressed it against the wound in his stomach.

“I… My n-name is Kevin… Kevin Ogilvie.” Ogre tried to piece his words together as he felt his mind slipping further. “I-I was attacked b-by… Nazis… I need help!” A punk guy comforted him as he began crying again. “Please, I-I don’t wanna die!”

“You’ll be okay, dude.” The punk guy tried to reassure him, gently stroking his fluffy hair. “Nazis are fucking scum.”

Ogre couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, but he felt the car going across the streets at a fast speed. “M-Morgan…” He muttered. “Tell him…”

“Who’s Morgan?” Was the last thing he heard before everything went dark and silent.

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Morgan pouted angrily as Ogre was telling him off for escaping all these past times to go get his drugs. He sat on his bed, arms crossed in front of his chest and glaring at Ogre. “I thought you, of all people, would understand. But I was wrong...” He muttered, averting his gaze from his friend. He hated doing that, he always felt guilty after turning away or speaking to him like that. Because Morgan knew that Ogre was doing this to save him. Was his addiction so hard that he lost control of how to act towards his best friend? “Where are you going?” he asked him, but it was late. The singer had already left. “Fuck!”

It was one of the few times that Morgna hadn’t tried to escape. He saw it was pointless, Ogre had secured him very well inside, locking him up like never before and taking the spare key with him too. “You fucking twink...” Morgan hissed for Ogre, surprising even himself. “When you come back it will be the last time you see me...”

The feeling of anger was rising until he noticed that time was passing and passing and Ogre was not returning. Hours had passed and no sign of the singer anywhere. Morgan had left his bed, on which he was lying for hours now, and went to the window, then the doors and the rest of the windows of the house, only to find them well-locked and secured as never before. “What the fuck, you bastard!! Where the fuck are you?! Where are you?”

He started panicking... badly. He started hyperventilating as he roamed the rooms endlessly, trying to find something to open the door with. At last, he found a hairpin. He was now sweating badly from panic and his hands were shaking. “I hate you... You hear me? I fucking hate you. Leaving me here to die...” Morgan muttered as he shakily tried to opent he door with the hairpin, finally making it. He dashed out, drawing in deep breaths. He had no idea where to look for for Ogre. He was worried. He wasn’t realizing it but he was dead worried for his friend, knowing his past and how many times people had attacked him. 

It was when he found himself on the same road Ogre was ealrier, that he heard a voice. “Ohh well well!! What do we have here?” Morgan stated silent and put, frozen like a statue. “Another goth fag,” a second voice said. 

Morgan slowly turned around, seeing the two Nazis that had attacked Ogre previously. Both got stunned. “Holy hell, look at this!! He looks so much like him, doesn’t he? Like a twin brother!” Morgan blinked at that. He knew full well who he looked so much like. That awoke something inside him. 

“Ogre...“ he muttered. “No... What did you do?“ Morgan strode angrily towards him, ignoring the sarcastic laughs. “What did you do with Ogre, you bastards-- Ah!! Let go of me!! Assholes!! Let me... go!!!“ He struggled as both skinheads held him tightly and the one with the knife didn’t hesitate to drive the knife that was previously driven into Ogre inside Morgan’s stomach. 

Morgan let out a hard gasp, his eyes shooting open in pain. “We told your sweet boyfriend that we would kill you after killing him. Good news is you will see each other again up in Heaven!” They laughed. This time they didn’t bother leading him to the alleyway they had Ogre, so, even though the street was not too busy, one or two people were passing by. The result was two people to scream and rush to them, causing the two skinheads to get away. 

The people rushed to Morgan, who had collapsed to the ground, whimpering in pain and crying, trying to breathe. “Are you... are you okay.. Oh my, we called the ambulance, you will be fine! Hang in there, buddy...!”

Morgan couldn’t talk. He only sobbed and his bloody mouth was opening and closing in an attempt to say something. Before he knew it, the anbulance was there, and two paramedics put him on a stretcher carefully. What followed was the paramedics talking to the two guys who had found Morgan but Morgan couldn’t make out what they were saying as he was losing conciousness. It only took one stab wound to make him faint. He was already frail from drug use. Or rather, drugs abuse...

As he got in and the ambulance took off for the hospital, he only had time to utter a few words before his eyes closed. “O-Ogre... I-- I’m sorry... I’m so sorry...”

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Bad Boys ~ Ogre/Morgan/Matthew

Morgan had come right out of the shower. He was dressed in a black tank top and his tight jeans but he was still trying to dry his wet, jet black hair with his towel. It had gotten a bit longer and he liked it. It had also been some time since him and Ogre had started being in a relationship. It was so sudden and at the same time so right. Morgan was happy, maybe for the first time in his life. Well, there were ups and downs, but what relationship doesn’t have that? 

The young man smiled in front of the mirror as he thought abou that. His thoughts were broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing twice. Morgan turned his head to the left and sighed, his smile growning a bit. “I’ll get it, babe,” he called out for Ogre. He let the towel on the sink, half of it hanging from it. He walked to the door and opened it. It was Matthew; Ogre’s band friend. Morgan’s face lit up at the sight and his pale cheeks got a rosy hue. “H-hey, Matthew,” he said in a cheerful way, still anxious but excited for what they would do…

It was about a week ago that Morgan had talked to Ogre about something. Long story short, he had confided in his boyfriend that he wanted to try a threesome for once. See how it feels like. Ogre then thought about Matthew, a band mate of his. The day after, the three of them got out for drinks and Matthew met Morgan. Morgan was fond of Matthew in only five minutes already. So, after Ogre talking to Matthew about what Morgan had asked of him, Matthew had gladly agreed on doing it. It would be something new and unique for all three of them. 

So, the day came that they would, finally, try the threesome. It would also have something that not many acts of threesome had; roleplaying. Morgan loved the idea, even if he hadn’t had that before. Right then, he heard Ogre shiffling in the kitchen, assuming he was preparing drinks and snacks. “Please, come in! ogre will join us in a minute. Do you need something?” Asked Morgan, flushing Matthew a smile.

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Matthew waited by the door as he clutched the strap of the backpack on his shoulder. It was heavy that night; he had brought everything he thought they would use. Biting at his lip ring, he felt some nervousness begin to kick in. It was common for him to always feel that way before a session, even if it wasn’t his first time doing that. Being friends with Ogre for a long time and having the opportunity to sit down with him and his handsome boyfriend, Morgue, and discuss most of their plans for that night helped him feel more at ease, though. It also helped that the guitarist got along pretty well and very quickly with Morgue. It was really the perfect scenario possible in which Matthew was sure the three of them would be very comfortable with each other. That night, they would go over the last details and, hopefully, get to business.

Matthew smiled widely as Morgue opened the door. “Hey, kitten.” He greeted him, snaking an arm around the young man’s small frame and placing a gentle kiss on top of his cheek. “You smell amazing.” He said as he made his way into the apartment, politely excusing himself. “Uh, maybe something to drink would be great, thank you.” The guitarist answered Morgue’s question as he sat on an armchair close to the couch, setting his backpack on the floor. “Excited for tonight?” He asked with a smirk.

Ogre clumsily took out three ice cold beer bottles from the fridge, nearly dropping them. He then grabbed a bag of peanuts and a bag of chips from the kitchen counter and made his way into the living room. “Hey Matthew!” He greeted the other almost breathlessly as he set the food and drinks on the center table. “How are you? Make yourself home!”

“Hey, handsome!” Matthew stood up from the couch and greeted Ogre in the same way he had greeted Morgue, placing a soft kiss over his cheek. Ogre blushed slightly, smiling widely. “I’m fine, really looking forward to tonight.” He replied.

“Oh yeah, me and Morgan have been preparing the whole day. Even though we didn’t really know how to, exactly.” The singer chuckled, moving to sit down on the couch and pulling Morgue close to him as he sat down by his side. Ogre wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pecked his neck. He was head over heels for that boy. That didn’t mean their relationship was the smoothest, though, especially with Morgue’s drug addiction, it could get particularly hard sometimes. But Ogre was willing to do anything for him. That was why he happily obliged when Morgue confided in him his sexual fantasy. And Matthew was the only man he trusted in order to make that happen. It couldn’t be more perfect.

“So,” Matthew began, taking a sip of the beer. “I brought some stuff I thought you two would like to use.” He opened the backpack, emptying out the contents of it on the living room floor. Sitting down on the floor, he began to carefully separate all the different tools he had brought. It was everything from different types of ropes and gags to whips and clamps and electroshock devices. “We don’t have to use all of them, I just thought I’d give you guys an idea of how much stuff we can do.”

“Oh my God…” Ogre whispered excitedly, squeezing Morgue’s hand. “That’s enough rope to tie two Morgans up. Or me and Morgue.” He laughed.

“That’s something for another night, I suppose.” Matthew smiled, then turning to look directly into Morgue’s eyes. “So, Morgan, how was that scene you wanted to act out?”

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Morgan blushed and smiled more at Matthew as he wrapped one arm around him and kissed his cheek, kissing his own back. That man was so precious. He saw why him and Ogre were such good friends. They were like the same, only the Skinny Puppy guitarist seemed a but more playful. Though Morgan couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. Ogre was his everything. The nickname that Matthew used to refer to Morgan made the young man gulp and blush more. He loved it. He already felt like their kitten. “I’m amazing today, really excited for tonight. Oh, Matthew, thank you for doing this for us!” Morgan touched Matthew’s hand and smiled at him, his eyes flushing.

As Ogre appeared, Morgan immediately sat up to help set the beer bottles on the table. “There we go,” he declared, taking his own bottle and happily snuggling into Ogre, who pulled him close to him. An involuntary moan escaped Morgan at Ogre’s kisses on his neck. He loved that gesture, when they were alone, it made him have an almost instant hard-on. At the sight of what Matthew had brought, Morgan’s eyes widened considerably and he gasped in delight. Oh yes, he very much liked what he was seeing.

“Those are… amazing…” he suddenly felt like he wanted to try all of them. He squeezed Ogre’s hand back when the singer did it first and then glanced at him. “Babe… Imagine the things you and Matthew could do to me…” It was almost a whisper. He pointed at the electirc shock one and raised an eyebrow. “I am still not sure about that one but, please, us the whip… a lot…!”

At Ogre’s joke about the rope being enough to tie up two Morgans or him and Ogre, Morgan shivered and smirked after giggling. Especially when Matthew proposed this for the next time. He realized just then that he really wanted that to happen for more times, if the other two agreed on it.

Morgan looked at Matthew as he asked his question and his blue/grey eyes shone at the mere thought or it. “I was thinking… woo, well! How about we play it that you two want to rape me? You can use what you like from those items and make whateer you want to me. We can even have a safeword, but I don’t know if that’d be necessary, since it will be a roleplay. I can be your pet. What do you think?” Morgan asked, glancing over at both of them.

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Matthew smiled and chuckled with delight. The couple’s excitement was obvious and contagious, and he felt his heart flutter at how sweet Morgue and Ogre were together. If the guitarist didn’t know them and how hard they had it with both of them being drug addicts, he would have thought they were just a regular goth couple. Matthew then realized just how much they looked alike, with Morgue being a slightly younger version of Ogre, and that turned him on immensely. He was also very honored that they had trusted him with such an intimate part of their relationship, and Matthew was going to be incredibly careful handling that.

The guitarist listened attentively to everything Morgue said, smiling at how the young man’s eyes shone with excitement. “Wow, you’re already hardcore!” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he heard Morgue’s idea. When he and Ogre had spoken, the singer had mentioned a bit of bondage and role play would be involved. The theme didn’t intimidate Matthew, though; he had some experience in the fetish field. What concerned him was the fact neither Ogre nor Morgue seemed to have tried BDSM before and he was scared that maybe a scene like that would be too much for both of them. But seeing how they were so excited to play it, Matthew gave in. “Okay, so… I’m assuming neither of you have ever tried anything BDSM related, right?” He began, looking at Ogre.

“Well, I tied Morgue down once so he wouldn’t do drugs.” Ogre chuckled and so did Matthew. “I guess that doesn’t count, though.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Matthew laugh died and he became serious again. “Anyway, we could totally do that scene Morgue wants to do, but there are some safety measures we need to take so that the three of us come out satisfied of this experience.” He turned to Morgue. “Morgan, your safety comes first and that’s why we do need a safe word, even if it’s a rape scene. It has to be a word you wouldn’t speak during sex… Like ‘corn’.” He said and Ogre chuckled, amused. “Or in case you can’t speak for any reason, you could snap your fingers to sign to us you need to be out. I’ll have scissors with me in case I need to cut you loose in an emergency. And I want you to remember, Morgan, that if at any time you feel uncomfortable with anything or you feel like it’s too much for you, you use the safe word and the whole thing stops immediately. You’re our priority here.” One could say Matthew was being over protective, but those were standard safety measures he had to take in those kinds of situations. “So… Any more questions or thoughts any of you want to share before we begin?”

“Uh, actually…” Ogre began. “Just like Morgue, I’ve never done this before… So maybe if you could start out the scene, Matthew, and I catch up with you, I think I’d be more comfortable with that rather than jumping straight into action.” The singer chuckled and Matthew nodded in agreement.

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Morgan sipped a little from his beer as he listened to Matthew and Ogre talking. He shook his head when the guitarist assumed that neither of them had ever tried that before, agreeing with the statement. Taking another sip and getting halfway on finishing his bottle, his pupils turned to Ogre as the singer said about the time he had tied Morgan up to stop him from doing drugs. Morgan narroed his eyelids and eyebrows a little bit at Ogre, as if threateningly, but it was only a playful gesture. He went into a fit of giggles after that, tapping Ogre’s nose. It was incredible how they loved and cared about each other, especially in the middle of their drug addiction. 

As Matthew spoke about everything, Morgan felt the hair on the back of his enck raising as h e felt shvers all over his body. He liked it already. His eyes shone some more and his cheeks blushed considerably. He was paying way too much attention to the guitarist, though, and nodding periodically as he spoke. Mentioning the safe word and what could happen, like an emergency, calmed Morgan down instead of freaking him out. It would be his first time to ever try this, and normally so, he was anxious but not afraid. He really wanted to do this with his boyfrined and their friend. Matthew seemed like the man who really knew all about the subject. 

“Hmm, you’re right, Matthew. Let’s have ‘corn’ for a safe word then. “In case I’m not able to talk” oh my God, you’re getting me so excited already, both of you! But yup, I will snap my fingers in such case. Thank you both for being so careful, but please make sure that you are also careful, yes?” Turning to Ogre, he held his hand into his own slightly smaller one. “And you, especially, baby, yeah? You’re also new to this. I want you to be safe and happy and satisfied after this.”

Morgan smiled and pecked Ogre’s lips a little, before turning to Matthew again at his last question. He then turned to look lovingly and adoringly at the singer next to him and nodded in agreement. “Yes, Matthew, maybe it’s better for all of us of you are the one to start the scene, if that’s okay with you. And I also have a question for the plot. Who do you want me to be? Just to know how I act? A regular junkie, a male prostitute, anything goes!” At that point, Morgan was really into it and excited for what would soon follow. His eyes were wide, looking at Matthew and then back at Ogre, as he was waiting for a reply from either of them. “I will not disappoint you,” he laughed and winked at both of them,

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Matthew smiled widely as he saw the visible excitement that was taking over Morgue. He could tell the young man had wanted to do that for a long time now, and it filled him with gratitude and an urge to make sure he had the best experience possible. It would be even more special since it was his first time, so he had to be extra careful. As Morgue laid out suggestions of roles he could play, Matthew raised an eyebrow, thinking. “Hmm, I don’t know, whatever you feel most like.”

“I think a regular junkie would be best for a first time. Just because it’s obviously easier for you to get into that character.” Ogre chuckled playfully, resting his head on Morgue’s shoulder.

“I think regular junkie is a good character. It’s best to go for something you’re a bit more familiar with at a first time, especially in a scene like that. We can always keep the other characters for other times.” Matthew winked at Morgue. “By the way,” He turned to Ogre. “Ogre, if at any given moment you also feel uncomfortable with anything, feel free to tell me to stop. I may be the dom here, but you two are in complete control of the scene, always.”

“Thanks, Matthew.” Ogre smiled at his friend, placing a hand over his shoulder and squeezing it a little. “You know I fully trust you, that’s why I called you. I really want to do this too. I’m just a little protective of Morgan, that’s all.” He chuckled, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on top of his boyfriend’s cheek.

“I know. It’s going to be okay.” The guitarist smiled, sitting back on the armchair in order to give him and Morgue a bit of space. “Whenever you guys are ready.” He said, grabbing his beer and taking one last big gulp of it.

“I love you, babe.” Ogre cupped Morgue’s cheeks with his hands and deeply kissed his lips. “I’m ready.” He said as he broke the kiss.

“My lovely boys…” The guitarist murmured, grinning at the sight and feeling his heart fluttering with love and excitement.

                                                          ***

Matthew hungrily eyed the heavily intoxicated young man sitting next to him on the couch. His dark hair was disheveled and his long bangs covered part of his gorgeous grey eyes that were foggy due to the many drugs he had consumed and rolled around, groggily scanning the room. He wondered if he was even aware of his surroundings; he seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness. His red and full lips took in deep breaths and groaned a bit, sometimes mumbling things Matthew couldn’t fully understand. Matthew noticed how incredibly pale and smooth his skin was, save by the fading track marks and dark veins on his arms that gave away his drug addiction. His entirely black clothes, a tank top and skinny jeans, hugged his small frame and made Matthew realize how frail looking he was. Beautifully broken. Matthew was immensely intrigued and turned on by that. All that fragile beauty had to be his.

“Hey there.” Matthew began, his voice coming out in a growl. “I think you need some help, don’t you?” He took the dark-haired man’s hand in his, spreading his thin arm out and gently tracing the needle marks on his skin with his fingertips. “You partied a bit too hard tonight.” He whispered into the young man’s ear, inhaling his scent. “Are you alone? What’s your name, darling?” Matthew led his hand to rest over his inner thigh, very near his crotch. “Hey, Ogre! I think this guy needs our help.”

Ogre had been standing a few feet away, clutching his beer bottle a bit too tight. It was harder than he expected to stay in character, especially when he already had a boner. The way Matthew spoke to his boyfriend and he rubbed Morgue’s hand against his thigh made the singer feel way more turned on than he imagined he would be. Matthew was great, and just that scene almost made Ogre break character and beg him to fuck his brains out right there, on the living room floor. But he wanted to go all the way for Morgue; it was his moment. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to get some enjoyment, though. And judging by that start, that night would be truly memorable and he would have a lot to enjoy.

“What did you find there, Matthew?” The singer approached him with flustered cheeks, swallowing back a smile, setting his beer bottle on the table. Sitting down by Morgue’s side, he pushed off the bit of hair that was falling over his eyes. “Where’s your boyfriend, baby?” Ogre couldn’t help but let out a wide grin as he said that. “God, he’s so wasted. I think we should get him to the bed.” Ogre felt a chill run down his spine as he saw the spark that lit up inside Matthew’s eyes.

“Yeah, that couch isn’t that comfortable.” Matthew said suggestively, gently squeezing Morgue’s hand that rested over his thigh. “Come on, Ogre, help me get him up.” He said, getting up and placing one of Morgue’s arms over his shoulder to support him. Ogre did the same and they gently began leading him into the bedroom.

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Morgan was so pleasantly surprised of how eager Matthew was to make sure that both he and Ogre were feeling comfortable. Before Ogre came into his life, Morgan had met guys who wanted BDSM with him or try something different but they never really cared for Morgan’s feelings. That had resulted in bad experiences for the young man, making him extremely reluctant to try anything after that. All that changed when he met Ogre. After a while, letting their relationship mature more and more, Morgan was ready to try again. 

He listened to the choices Matthew and Ogre talked about, nodding his head in agreement. He also thought that playing just the junkie would be better for a first time. But he had to ask because he also wanted to please both Ogre and Matthew. “I think you’re right,“ he replied. “I know exactly how to act as a junkie and we can always keep the male prostitute for the next time.“ Morgan winked back at Matthew and Ogre, cooing as he felt the singer’s head resting upon his shoulder. It made him feel butterflies in his stomach. 

His lips formed a smile as he saw how Matthew also warned Ogre for any moment that he feels uncomfortable. For the first time in his life Morgan really felt that him and Ogre were really in charge of the scenes, no matter that Morgan played the sub. The young man turned to Ogre smiling and his pale cheeks blushed vividly as he pecked his lips for a second before kissing him back hard and passionately. “I love you, baby! So much!”

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Morgan was sprawled on the couch, having slid down enough so that his slim leg were completely out of the cushions and his head rested on the middle of the back cushion the couch had. Both his arms were fallen on his sides, his head was turned to his right and his straight black hair was covering half of his pale face. His grey/blue eyes were half closed, opening a bit more only for some seconds, before closing completely and re-opening after a minute. It felt weird to Morgan that he was playing the role of someone that he really was while actually sober. But it was fun weird. He loved it so far and couldn’t wait for more.

His head was slowly moving from right to left as his eyebrows furrowed and his moaning began. “K-Kevin... I need... I n-need my love... my b-boy...” Morgan whispered among blabbing and moaning. With the corner of his eyes, he tried to see Ogre’s response to that as he used his actual name to refer to his “boyfriend”. “Cocaine... Where’s m-my...” he whispered again, unable to reply to Matthew’s and Ogre’s questions. As they talked around him, Morgan felt a shiver running down his spine as his hand went close to Matthew’s crotch. A moan escaped him just then, right before he heard Ogre’s voice from next to him. 

He really had to choke back a wide smile, knowing form his boyfriend’s voice that Ogre was also smiling next to him. But he managed to stay in character, no matter how hard it was for him at times, feeling the need to smile or beg Ogre t fuck him and then Matthew to do the same, or have the both somehow simultaneously. 

As the couple suggested to move him, Morgan let himself free, pretending he couldn’t move. He stumbled to the bedroom, letting his full weight on Matthew and Ogre as he scraped his feet on the floor underneath him. 

When they reached the bedroom, his eyes opened just a little bit and he moaned loudly as he felt the two set him on the bed. Morgan closed his eyes and let his head fall heavy onto his side, moving slightly as he felt fingers messing with his clothes. He wondered what would happen next since, for the time being, there were not much he could do, since he played the nearly passed out junkie. 

“Kevin... My love...? I-- Is that y-you?“ he called out, giving something to the boys to play with. he smiled lightly as his eyes met with Ogre’s, unable to keep himself from doing so. 

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Drug Buddies || Morgan & Ogre

“Well well… I’m sure my pack was right here…“ Morgan pondered, touching his chin while looking at the night stand. Where was it? He had his little pack of cocaine right there half an hour ago. He turned his head and exhaled, looking at the door. With a frown, he got out of his room and walked to the kitchen, where Ogre was preparing supper. “Ogre, did you see my coke pack? It was right on the night stand in my bedroom…“ He said, scratching the back of his head. Some strands of jet balck hair fell to his face, not really bothring to push them off. 

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Ogre was busy making a vegetarian meal for he and Morgan when the young man entered the kitchen. “Your pack of coke?” The older man questioned, pretending he didn’t know what Morgan was talking about. In truth he knew exactly where the small packet was - in his pocket. The singer had discovered it when he went to check on his friend that morning. Deciding the best way to keep him off drugs was simply to dispose of the drugs, Ogre quickly pocketed it. “Maybe you snorted it?” he laughed.

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Morgan was confused but he knew he had not snorted the white powder. For sure not. “Snorted it…? No… No, I’m sure–” then he remembered. “Oh my God, tell me you didn’t take it… Kevin, seriously, if you have my coke, I’ll call Al on you,” Morgan joked, moving to his friend to search him. He whined a little. “I need my girlfriend, Kev…” That was his way of calling cocaine; his “girlfriend”. 

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Ogre tried to laugh off Morgan’s joke about calling Al, hoping the subject would be dropped. He was slowly running out of ways to save his friend from his addiction and had now resorted to stealing and hiding them. “Breakfast is almost done. You want coffee?” Then he felt the younger man begin grabbing him and searching his pockets. “Morgan, stop! Why would I take your -“ Then Ogre felt his plan fall apart as the small packet hit the floor.

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Morgan was really joking about calling Al, since he knew how the man had treated Ogre in his younger years. But he was serious about his drugs. He paused only when he heard the packet hitting the floor, totally surpassing Ogre’s question about coffee and breakfast. “Uh oh!” Morgan said, looking at Ogre. “I believe this is mine,” he said calmly. He bent down to take it before looking at Ogre in a hurt way. “I don’t take your weed, Kevin... Why are you doing this? I promised I would reduce it...”

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Drug Buddies || Morgan & Ogre

“Well well… I’m sure my pack was right here…“ Morgan pondered, touching his chin while looking at the night stand. Where was it? He had his little pack of cocaine right there half an hour ago. He turned his head and exhaled, looking at the door. With a frown, he got out of his room and walked to the kitchen, where Ogre was preparing supper. “Ogre, did you see my coke pack? It was right on the night stand in my bedroom…“ He said, scratching the back of his head. Some strands of jet balck hair fell to his face, not really bothring to push them off. 

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[undevelopedogre]

Ogre was busy making a vegetarian meal for he and Morgan when the young man entered the kitchen. “Your pack of coke?” The older man questioned, pretending he didn’t know what Morgan was talking about. In truth he knew exactly where the small packet was - in his pocket. The singer had discovered it when he went to check on his friend that morning. Deciding the best way to keep him off drugs was simply to dispose of the drugs, Ogre quickly pocketed it. “Maybe you snorted it?” he laughed.

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Morgan was confused but he knew he had not snorted the white powder. For sure not. “Snorted it...? No... No, I’m sure--” then he remembered. “Oh my God, tell me you didn’t take it... Kevin, seriously, if you have my coke, I’ll call Al on you,” Morgan joked, moving to his friend to search him. He whined a little. “I need my girlfriend, Kev...” That was his way of calling cocaine; his “girlfriend”. 

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Drug Buddies || Morgan & Ogre

“Well well... I’m sure my pack was right here...“ Morgan pondered, touching his chin while looking at the night stand. Where was it? He had his little pack of cocaine right there half an hour ago. He turned his head and exhaled, looking at the door. With a frown, he got out of his room and walked to the kitchen, where Ogre was preparing supper. “Ogre, did you see my coke pack? It was right on the night stand in my bedroom...“ He said, scratching the back of his head. Some strands of jet balck hair fell to his face, not really bothring to push them off. 

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Autumn/Halloween Sentence Starters

Feel free to suggest conversation subjects for a part two.

“Autumn is my favorite season.” “Do you call it Fall or Autumn?” “I love it when the trees change.” “Don’t tell me you’re not dressing up for Halloween.” “It’s the mooost wonderful tiiime of the yeaaaaar~” “I miss when it was actually warm outside.” “I’m in pumpkin spice hell.” “How many caramel apples do we need? Two? Twenty? Four hundred? I’m buying four hundred.” “I’m having a bonfire tonight. Wanna come?” “If you don’t carve pumpkins with me this year, we’re not friends anymore.” “If you don’t carve pumpkins with me this year, I’m breaking up with you.” “I drank a gallon of cider all by myself. I regret nothing.” “Let’s do a couple costume this year.” “Did you know they used to carve faces on turnips?” “There’s nothing quite as satisfying as stepping on a super crunchy leaf.” “October is when the creeps come out of hiding. Hence, I am here.” “Want to have a horror movie marathon with me?” “You ever realize that the fall smell everyone loves so much is just the scent of dying plants?” “We need to add more Halloweens to the year. 30 more to be exact.” “I’m not really superstitious. I think the whole ‘spirits returning to earth’ thing is ridiculous.” “Whether or not I believe in ghosts, I’m not going to risk it with a Ouija board.” “Let’s go to the Halloween store.” “You know, there are a lot of spooky legends about this time of year.” “Everything just seems more eerie in the fall.” “Ooh! I like this pumpkin pattern. I’m getting it.” “Something about Autumn just makes me melancholy.” “October is the best time for blankets and [hot beverage of choice].” “Take a walk with me. It’s so crisp and nice outside.” “Ah, October. The harvest season. Perfect for harvesting souls.” “Let’s go get lost in a corn maze. It’ll be fun!” “I want a pumpkin spice latte and I don’t care what anyone thinks.” “I’m still undecided on my Halloween costume this year.” “I don’t dress up anymore. That’s for kids.” “I’m so excited to see all of the adorable trick-or-treaters.” “I’m decorating the house as terrifying as possible to scare away trick-or-treaters. More candy for me.” “You give kids apples for Halloween? What kind of monster does that?!” “If you jump in this leaf pile right after I finish raking, I will spear you with this rake.” “Tell me the scariest story you have.” “Do you want to hear something scary?”

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Bad Boys ~ Ogre/Morgan/Matthew

Morgan had come right out of the shower. He was dressed in a black tank top and his tight jeans but he was still trying to dry his wet, jet black hair with his towel. It had gotten a bit longer and he liked it. It had also been some time since him and Ogre had started being in a relationship. It was so sudden and at the same time so right. Morgan was happy, maybe for the first time in his life. Well, there were ups and downs, but what relationship doesn’t have that? 

The young man smiled in front of the mirror as he thought abou that. His thoughts were broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing twice. Morgan turned his head to the left and sighed, his smile growning a bit. “I’ll get it, babe,” he called out for Ogre. He let the towel on the sink, half of it hanging from it. He walked to the door and opened it. It was Matthew; Ogre’s band friend. Morgan’s face lit up at the sight and his pale cheeks got a rosy hue. “H-hey, Matthew,” he said in a cheerful way, still anxious but excited for what they would do…

It was about a week ago that Morgan had talked to Ogre about something. Long story short, he had confided in his boyfriend that he wanted to try a threesome for once. See how it feels like. Ogre then thought about Matthew, a band mate of his. The day after, the three of them got out for drinks and Matthew met Morgan. Morgan was fond of Matthew in only five minutes already. So, after Ogre talking to Matthew about what Morgan had asked of him, Matthew had gladly agreed on doing it. It would be something new and unique for all three of them. 

So, the day came that they would, finally, try the threesome. It would also have something that not many acts of threesome had; roleplaying. Morgan loved the idea, even if he hadn’t had that before. Right then, he heard Ogre shiffling in the kitchen, assuming he was preparing drinks and snacks. “Please, come in! ogre will join us in a minute. Do you need something?” Asked Morgan, flushing Matthew a smile.

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Matthew waited by the door as he clutched the strap of the backpack on his shoulder. It was heavy that night; he had brought everything he thought they would use. Biting at his lip ring, he felt some nervousness begin to kick in. It was common for him to always feel that way before a session, even if it wasn’t his first time doing that. Being friends with Ogre for a long time and having the opportunity to sit down with him and his handsome boyfriend, Morgue, and discuss most of their plans for that night helped him feel more at ease, though. It also helped that the guitarist got along pretty well and very quickly with Morgue. It was really the perfect scenario possible in which Matthew was sure the three of them would be very comfortable with each other. That night, they would go over the last details and, hopefully, get to business.

Matthew smiled widely as Morgue opened the door. “Hey, kitten.” He greeted him, snaking an arm around the young man’s small frame and placing a gentle kiss on top of his cheek. “You smell amazing.” He said as he made his way into the apartment, politely excusing himself. “Uh, maybe something to drink would be great, thank you.” The guitarist answered Morgue’s question as he sat on an armchair close to the couch, setting his backpack on the floor. “Excited for tonight?” He asked with a smirk.

Ogre clumsily took out three ice cold beer bottles from the fridge, nearly dropping them. He then grabbed a bag of peanuts and a bag of chips from the kitchen counter and made his way into the living room. “Hey Matthew!” He greeted the other almost breathlessly as he set the food and drinks on the center table. “How are you? Make yourself home!”

“Hey, handsome!” Matthew stood up from the couch and greeted Ogre in the same way he had greeted Morgue, placing a soft kiss over his cheek. Ogre blushed slightly, smiling widely. “I’m fine, really looking forward to tonight.” He replied.

“Oh yeah, me and Morgan have been preparing the whole day. Even though we didn’t really know how to, exactly.” The singer chuckled, moving to sit down on the couch and pulling Morgue close to him as he sat down by his side. Ogre wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pecked his neck. He was head over heels for that boy. That didn’t mean their relationship was the smoothest, though, especially with Morgue’s drug addiction, it could get particularly hard sometimes. But Ogre was willing to do anything for him. That was why he happily obliged when Morgue confided in him his sexual fantasy. And Matthew was the only man he trusted in order to make that happen. It couldn’t be more perfect.

“So,” Matthew began, taking a sip of the beer. “I brought some stuff I thought you two would like to use.” He opened the backpack, emptying out the contents of it on the living room floor. Sitting down on the floor, he began to carefully separate all the different tools he had brought. It was everything from different types of ropes and gags to whips and clamps and electroshock devices. “We don’t have to use all of them, I just thought I’d give you guys an idea of how much stuff we can do.”

“Oh my God…” Ogre whispered excitedly, squeezing Morgue’s hand. “That’s enough rope to tie two Morgans up. Or me and Morgue.” He laughed.

“That’s something for another night, I suppose.” Matthew smiled, then turning to look directly into Morgue’s eyes. “So, Morgan, how was that scene you wanted to act out?”

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Morgan blushed and smiled more at Matthew as he wrapped one arm around him and kissed his cheek, kissing his own back. That man was so precious. He saw why him and Ogre were such good friends. They were like the same, only the Skinny Puppy guitarist seemed a but more playful. Though Morgan couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. Ogre was his everything. The nickname that Matthew used to refer to Morgan made the young man gulp and blush more. He loved it. He already felt like their kitten. “I’m amazing today, really excited for tonight. Oh, Matthew, thank you for doing this for us!” Morgan touched Matthew’s hand and smiled at him, his eyes flushing.

As Ogre appeared, Morgan immediately sat up to help set the beer bottles on the table. “There we go,” he declared, taking his own bottle and happily snuggling into Ogre, who pulled him close to him. An involuntary moan escaped Morgan at Ogre’s kisses on his neck. He loved that gesture, when they were alone, it made him have an almost instant hard-on. At the sight of what Matthew had brought, Morgan’s eyes widened considerably and he gasped in delight. Oh yes, he very much liked what he was seeing.

“Those are… amazing…” he suddenly felt like he wanted to try all of them. He squeezed Ogre’s hand back when the singer did it first and then glanced at him. “Babe… Imagine the things you and Matthew could do to me…” It was almost a whisper. He pointed at the electirc shock one and raised an eyebrow. “I am still not sure about that one but, please, us the whip… a lot…!”

At Ogre’s joke about the rope being enough to tie up two Morgans or him and Ogre, Morgan shivered and smirked after giggling. Especially when Matthew proposed this for the next time. He realized just then that he really wanted that to happen for more times, if the other two agreed on it.

Morgan looked at Matthew as he asked his question and his blue/grey eyes shone at the mere thought or it. “I was thinking… woo, well! How about we play it that you two want to rape me? You can use what you like from those items and make whateer you want to me. We can even have a safeword, but I don’t know if that’d be necessary, since it will be a roleplay. I can be your pet. What do you think?” Morgan asked, glancing over at both of them.

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Matthew smiled and chuckled with delight. The couple’s excitement was obvious and contagious, and he felt his heart flutter at how sweet Morgue and Ogre were together. If the guitarist didn’t know them and how hard they had it with both of them being drug addicts, he would have thought they were just a regular goth couple. Matthew then realized just how much they looked alike, with Morgue being a slightly younger version of Ogre, and that turned him on immensely. He was also very honored that they had trusted him with such an intimate part of their relationship, and Matthew was going to be incredibly careful handling that.

The guitarist listened attentively to everything Morgue said, smiling at how the young man’s eyes shone with excitement. “Wow, you’re already hardcore!” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he heard Morgue’s idea. When he and Ogre had spoken, the singer had mentioned a bit of bondage and role play would be involved. The theme didn’t intimidate Matthew, though; he had some experience in the fetish field. What concerned him was the fact neither Ogre nor Morgue seemed to have tried BDSM before and he was scared that maybe a scene like that would be too much for both of them. But seeing how they were so excited to play it, Matthew gave in. “Okay, so… I’m assuming neither of you have ever tried anything BDSM related, right?” He began, looking at Ogre.

“Well, I tied Morgue down once so he wouldn’t do drugs.” Ogre chuckled and so did Matthew. “I guess that doesn’t count, though.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Matthew laugh died and he became serious again. “Anyway, we could totally do that scene Morgue wants to do, but there are some safety measures we need to take so that the three of us come out satisfied of this experience.” He turned to Morgue. “Morgan, your safety comes first and that’s why we do need a safe word, even if it’s a rape scene. It has to be a word you wouldn’t speak during sex… Like ‘corn’.” He said and Ogre chuckled, amused. “Or in case you can’t speak for any reason, you could snap your fingers to sign to us you need to be out. I’ll have scissors with me in case I need to cut you loose in an emergency. And I want you to remember, Morgan, that if at any time you feel uncomfortable with anything or you feel like it’s too much for you, you use the safe word and the whole thing stops immediately. You’re our priority here.” One could say Matthew was being over protective, but those were standard safety measures he had to take in those kinds of situations. “So… Any more questions or thoughts any of you want to share before we begin?”

“Uh, actually…” Ogre began. “Just like Morgue, I’ve never done this before… So maybe if you could start out the scene, Matthew, and I catch up with you, I think I’d be more comfortable with that rather than jumping straight into action.” The singer chuckled and Matthew nodded in agreement.

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Morgan sipped a little from his beer as he listened to Matthew and Ogre talking. He shook his head when the guitarist assumed that neither of them had ever tried that before, agreeing with the statement. Taking another sip and getting halfway on finishing his bottle, his pupils turned to Ogre as the singer said about the time he had tied Morgan up to stop him from doing drugs. Morgan narroed his eyelids and eyebrows a little bit at Ogre, as if threateningly, but it was only a playful gesture. He went into a fit of giggles after that, tapping Ogre’s nose. It was incredible how they loved and cared about each other, especially in the middle of their drug addiction. 

As Matthew spoke about everything, Morgan felt the hair on the back of his enck raising as h e felt shvers all over his body. He liked it already. His eyes shone some more and his cheeks blushed considerably. He was paying way too much attention to the guitarist, though, and nodding periodically as he spoke. Mentioning the safe word and what could happen, like an emergency, calmed Morgan down instead of freaking him out. It would be his first time to ever try this, and normally so, he was anxious but not afraid. He really wanted to do this with his boyfrined and their friend. Matthew seemed like the man who really knew all about the subject. 

“Hmm, you’re right, Matthew. Let’s have ‘corn’ for a safe word then. “In case I’m not able to talk” oh my God, you’re getting me so excited already, both of you! But yup, I will snap my fingers in such case. Thank you both for being so careful, but please make sure that you are also careful, yes?” Turning to Ogre, he held his hand into his own slightly smaller one. “And you, especially, baby, yeah? You’re also new to this. I want you to be safe and happy and satisfied after this.”

Morgan smiled and pecked Ogre’s lips a little, before turning to Matthew again at his last question. He then turned to look lovingly and adoringly at the singer next to him and nodded in agreement. “Yes, Matthew, maybe it’s better for all of us of you are the one to start the scene, if that’s okay with you. And I also have a question for the plot. Who do you want me to be? Just to know how I act? A regular junkie, a male prostitute, anything goes!” At that point, Morgan was really into it and excited for what would soon follow. His eyes were wide, looking at Matthew and then back at Ogre, as he was waiting for a reply from either of them. “I will not disappoint you,” he laughed and winked at both of them,

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Bad Boys ~ Ogre/Morgan/Matthew

Morgan had come right out of the shower. He was dressed in a black tank top and his tight jeans but he was still trying to dry his wet, jet black hair with his towel. It had gotten a bit longer and he liked it. It had also been some time since him and Ogre had started being in a relationship. It was so sudden and at the same time so right. Morgan was happy, maybe for the first time in his life. Well, there were ups and downs, but what relationship doesn’t have that? 

The young man smiled in front of the mirror as he thought abou that. His thoughts were broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing twice. Morgan turned his head to the left and sighed, his smile growning a bit. “I’ll get it, babe,” he called out for Ogre. He let the towel on the sink, half of it hanging from it. He walked to the door and opened it. It was Matthew; Ogre’s band friend. Morgan’s face lit up at the sight and his pale cheeks got a rosy hue. “H-hey, Matthew,” he said in a cheerful way, still anxious but excited for what they would do…

It was about a week ago that Morgan had talked to Ogre about something. Long story short, he had confided in his boyfriend that he wanted to try a threesome for once. See how it feels like. Ogre then thought about Matthew, a band mate of his. The day after, the three of them got out for drinks and Matthew met Morgan. Morgan was fond of Matthew in only five minutes already. So, after Ogre talking to Matthew about what Morgan had asked of him, Matthew had gladly agreed on doing it. It would be something new and unique for all three of them. 

So, the day came that they would, finally, try the threesome. It would also have something that not many acts of threesome had; roleplaying. Morgan loved the idea, even if he hadn’t had that before. Right then, he heard Ogre shiffling in the kitchen, assuming he was preparing drinks and snacks. “Please, come in! ogre will join us in a minute. Do you need something?” Asked Morgan, flushing Matthew a smile.

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[stringedpleasures]

Matthew waited by the door as he clutched the strap of the backpack on his shoulder. It was heavy that night; he had brought everything he thought they would use. Biting at his lip ring, he felt some nervousness begin to kick in. It was common for him to always feel that way before a session, even if it wasn’t his first time doing that. Being friends with Ogre for a long time and having the opportunity to sit down with him and his handsome boyfriend, Morgue, and discuss most of their plans for that night helped him feel more at ease, though. It also helped that the guitarist got along pretty well and very quickly with Morgue. It was really the perfect scenario possible in which Matthew was sure the three of them would be very comfortable with each other. That night, they would go over the last details and, hopefully, get to business.

Matthew smiled widely as Morgue opened the door. “Hey, kitten.” He greeted him, snaking an arm around the young man’s small frame and placing a gentle kiss on top of his cheek. “You smell amazing.” He said as he made his way into the apartment, politely excusing himself. “Uh, maybe something to drink would be great, thank you.” The guitarist answered Morgue’s question as he sat on an armchair close to the couch, setting his backpack on the floor. “Excited for tonight?” He asked with a smirk.

Ogre clumsily took out three ice cold beer bottles from the fridge, nearly dropping them. He then grabbed a bag of peanuts and a bag of chips from the kitchen counter and made his way into the living room. “Hey Matthew!” He greeted the other almost breathlessly as he set the food and drinks on the center table. “How are you? Make yourself home!”

“Hey, handsome!” Matthew stood up from the couch and greeted Ogre in the same way he had greeted Morgue, placing a soft kiss over his cheek. Ogre blushed slightly, smiling widely. “I’m fine, really looking forward to tonight.” He replied.

“Oh yeah, me and Morgan have been preparing the whole day. Even though we didn’t really know how to, exactly.” The singer chuckled, moving to sit down on the couch and pulling Morgue close to him as he sat down by his side. Ogre wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pecked his neck. He was head over heels for that boy. That didn’t mean their relationship was the smoothest, though, especially with Morgue’s drug addiction, it could get particularly hard sometimes. But Ogre was willing to do anything for him. That was why he happily obliged when Morgue confided in him his sexual fantasy. And Matthew was the only man he trusted in order to make that happen. It couldn’t be more perfect.

“So,” Matthew began, taking a sip of the beer. “I brought some stuff I thought you two would like to use.” He opened the backpack, emptying out the contents of it on the living room floor. Sitting down on the floor, he began to carefully separate all the different tools he had brought. It was everything from different types of ropes and gags to whips and clamps and electroshock devices. “We don’t have to use all of them, I just thought I’d give you guys an idea of how much stuff we can do.”

“Oh my God…” Ogre whispered excitedly, squeezing Morgue’s hand. “That’s enough rope to tie two Morgans up. Or me and Morgue.” He laughed.

“That’s something for another night, I suppose.” Matthew smiled, then turning to look directly into Morgue’s eyes. “So, Morgan, how was that scene you wanted to act out?”

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Morgan blushed and smiled more at Matthew as he wrapped one arm around him and kissed his cheek, kissing his own back. That man was so precious. He saw why him and Ogre were such good friends. They were like the same, only the Skinny Puppy guitarist seemed a but more playful. Though Morgan couldn't ask for a better boyfriend. Ogre was his everything. The nickname that Matthew used to refer to Morgan made the young man gulp and blush more. He loved it. He already felt like their kitten. "I'm amazing today, really excited for tonight. Oh, Matthew, thank you for doing this for us!" Morgan touched Matthew's hand and smiled at him, his eyes flushing.

As Ogre appeared, Morgan immediately sat up to help set the beer bottles on the table. "There we go," he declared, taking his own bottle and happily snuggling into Ogre, who pulled him close to him. An involuntary moan escaped Morgan at Ogre's kisses on his neck. He loved that gesture, when they were alone, it made him have an almost instant hard-on. At the sight of what Matthew had brought, Morgan's eyes widened considerably and he gasped in delight. Oh yes, he very much liked what he was seeing.

"Those are... amazing..." he suddenly felt like he wanted to try all of them. He squeezed Ogre's hand back when the singer did it first and then glanced at him. "Babe... Imagine the things you and Matthew could do to me..." It was almost a whisper. He pointed at the electirc shock one and raised an eyebrow. "I am still not sure about that one but, please, us the whip... a lot...!"

At Ogre's joke about the rope being enough to tie up two Morgans or him and Ogre, Morgan shivered and smirked after giggling. Especially when Matthew proposed this for the next time. He realized just then that he really wanted that to happen for more times, if the other two agreed on it.

Morgan looked at Matthew as he asked his question and his blue/grey eyes shone at the mere thought or it. "I was thinking... woo, well! How about we play it that you two want to rape me? You can use what you like from those items and make whateer you want to me. We can even have a safeword, but I don't know if that'd be necessary, since it will be a roleplay. I can be your pet. What do you think?" Morgan asked, glancing over at both of them.

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Bad Boys ~ Ogre/Morgan/Matthew

Morgan had come right out of the shower. He was dressed in a black tank top and his tight jeans but he was still trying to dry his wet, jet black hair with his towel. It had gotten a bit longer and he liked it. It had also been some time since him and Ogre had started being in a relationship. It was so sudden and at the same time so right. Morgan was happy, maybe for the first time in his life. Well, there were ups and downs, but what relationship doesn’t have that? 

The young man smiled in front of the mirror as he thought abou that. His thoughts were broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing twice. Morgan turned his head to the left and sighed, his smile growning a bit. “I’ll get it, babe,” he called out for Ogre. He let the towel on the sink, half of it hanging from it. He walked to the door and opened it. It was Matthew; Ogre’s band friend. Morgan’s face lit up at the sight and his pale cheeks got a rosy hue. “H-hey, Matthew,” he said in a cheerful way, still anxious but excited for what they would do...

It was about a week ago that Morgan had talked to Ogre about something. Long story short, he had confided in his boyfriend that he wanted to try a threesome for once. See how it feels like. Ogre then thought about Matthew, a band mate of his. The day after, the three of them got out for drinks and Matthew met Morgan. Morgan was fond of Matthew in only five minutes already. So, after Ogre talking to Matthew about what Morgan had asked of him, Matthew had gladly agreed on doing it. It would be something new and unique for all three of them. 

So, the day came that they would, finally, try the threesome. It would also have something that not many acts of threesome had; roleplaying. Morgan loved the idea, even if he hadn’t had that before. Right then, he heard Ogre shiffling in the kitchen, assuming he was preparing drinks and snacks. “Please, come in! ogre will join us in a minute. Do you need something?” Asked Morgan, flushing Matthew a smile.

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“I still care about you.”

Betrayal & Regret Sentence Starters 

Morgan sighed audibly as he remained lying across the couch of the living room. He drapped one arm on his eyes, semi-hiding them and closing them for a few seconds before opening them again. Ogre was still seated next to him on the couch in the small space Morgan’s legs allowed him to have. They had fough not long ago; all because of Morgan’s continuing drug addiction. The young man couldn’t let go of anything that ciased him his fantastic high when he needed it. His dark grey skinny jeans and his black tank top were intact, but it was evident that his nose had been bleeding for a good while before it stopped. And for yet once more, Morgan was receiving Ogre’s repremanding. 

Turning his head even so slightly to look at Ogre, Morgan raised an eyebrow. “You care? How? You don’t have to feel what I feel, Kevin... Sometimes I think you hate me...“

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What Do You Ask of Me? || Pavi & Morgan

Morgan was working hard up at Rotti Largo’s company that day. He thought he was working for two hours, when in reality he was working for four hours with no break. Yet, he didn’t have a single complaint to do about it. That ecstacy had certainly helped that morning when he woke up, knowing how many patients waited for surgeries that he had to perform. 

Getting caught while he was performing his duty up at GeneCo, was always one of his worst nightmares, if not his number one worst. He had a secret that should be remain a secret at all times and costs. He would take it to his grave, that was what he was telling himself. 

Morgan had just finished after a six-hour non-stop work when he stepped out of the surgery room. Having cleaned his hands and sanitized them, he walked to his changing room and changed his medical uniform that was full of blood and slid into his tight black jeans and a black tank top. He puffed his hair and contemplated the thought to snif some of his “girlfriend”, as he was calling his precious cocaine. He soon decided in favor of it and so he wuickly took out his tiny pack of the white powder and created a thin line on his own hand before sniffing it. He was very quick to hide it when he heard footsteps appoaching. Heeled boots. Oh, that was probably the middle Largo son. Morgan sniffled hard so that any cocaine remains were not visible and put the pack into his pocket again, before turning in the mirror to fix his eyebrows and hair a bit more.

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Roleplay Sentence Meme: Angst Edition (May contain triggers!)

!! Send me a ‘XXX’ and I’ll generate a number between 1 - 118 !!

“Please … don’t make me become the monster I don’t want to be!”

“S-stay away from me!!”

“Let me help you!”

“Just … kill me, already.”

“I don’t want to end this …”

“I don’t want to kill you …”

“I guess … this is goodbye?”

“You promised!”

“Get out of here, and NEVER return!”

“Give me another chance!”

“But I’m so … tired.”

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Pain is weakness leaving the body

9. With (a) broken rib(s)

It was not unusual for Morgan to get in trouble. Especially when it came to drugs. Hell, he would get in trouble with Ogre himself whenever he escaped to get his hit when Ogre was out of the house. Morgan had found a way to escape and this was exactly what he always did when Ogre thought he had locked him in well. 

It was one of those days when Morgan had escaped, but surprisingly, not to take drugs. He wanted to surprise Ogre with a gift. He had planned everything out, he had some money in his wallet and he decided to go and buy his friend a nice pot with flowers. Though, he did not have the time to get out of the store, holding the little pot with the various flowers in it, when three skinheads approached him maliciously. Morgan lowered his head and blinked, trying not to be much of a target for them. Yet, the three men started scoffing and teasing him, ong of them grabing him, making him almost lose balance and drop the flower pot on the ground. “Where are you going, handsome? Watch it! You will drop your lovely flowers!” One of them mocked, pushing Morgan back. The black-haired man didn’t speak, but he tried to take better hold of his pot. “Hey! Fucking junkie! We’re talking to you!” The other yelled at him. Morgan didn’t even look up at them. “Please, l-leave me a-alone…” he shispered. 

The third laughed and grabbed Morgan from behind as the second punched him on the face. Morgan yelped and gasped for air, but before he had time to take a breath in, the first started punching his stomach and kicking his knees. Morgan’s pot fell to the ground, cracking as it was made of porcelaine. “This will teach you to mess with us, asshole!” One of the skinheads yelled at the goth man, retreiving a metalic weapon. Morgan’s eyes widened as he saw it, trying to get away but to no avail. “No, please… Let me go, I will not s-say anything to anyone!” The three of them laughed at his statement, starting hitting him hard again. His knees gave in and he fell to the ground, victim of their wrath. They were beating him anywhere they could find, his face, his torso, legs and arms, mostly his ribs with that metalic weapon they had. When they finished, Morgan was almost passed out. One of them smirked and his eyes spotted the fallen pot with the flowers. “Are these for your boyfriend, faggot?” He mocked, stepping on them with force again and again until they were melted on the pavement. Morgan was sobbing, stretching his arms towards them. “Please, don’t…” He receieved a kick on his already broken ribs though, making him cry out and scream in pain. 

The three left him there and walked away laughing and mocking. “What a pussy!” One said. Their voices faded away as another, panicked one, one he knew, echoed in the air; it was Ogre. Morgan wanted to smile but he couldn’t. His ribs hurt like Hell and he couldn’t move on his own. He just sobbed there, looking at the messed up flowers. 

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Ogre felt tears burn his eyes as anger coursed through his veins. He had gotten back to his apartment that he shared with his friend Morgue, only to find it empty like in many other times. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose with shaky fingers. The singer couldn’t take that anymore. Morgue had escaped countless times, always while Ogre was away, and when he did that it often meant bad news. The raven-haired man finally felt defeated for the first time. Maybe Morgue really was a lost case. Maybe he was so far in his addiction that he would never recover. Maybe he had been really born to die in that life style. Ogre wiped away the tears from his eyes. He felt so hurt too; he had lost many people in his life and he himself had almost died due to drug addiction. He knew how hard it was to leave that cicle, but he also knew well how hard it was to see his loved ones die because of that. He asked himself why he thought with Morgue things would be different. What made him desperately try to pull the young man out of his drug addiction? Sometimes he saw Morgue like a glimpse into what his life would have been like if he hadn’t cleaned himself from drugs. The two looked so much alike, almost as if Morgue was Ogre’s little brother. But one was hopeful in his life, and the other one was long lost.

Ogre leaned against the wall, feeling too emotionally and physically tired. He didn’t want to go out looking for his friend again. He didn’t want to find him in a terrible state, either too high to function properly, either almost dying of overdoses. It hurt him so bad to see Morgan do that to himself, and maybe he was just feeling what his loved ones felt when he was in Morgue’s place, completely lost to addiction. But after a few minutes, his worry took the best of him. As much as Ogre was angry at Morgue, as much as he was hurt, sad and tired of his behaviour, he was still immensely worried. Going out, he took the route towards the alleyway Morgue would usually be doing drugs. But he was surprised when he didn’t find his friend. Ogre suddenly feltt panic arise in him as he dashed across the streets. What if something bad had happened to him? What if he had died of a drug overdose and an ambulance had already taken his body away? What if he had been kidnapped or murdered by a drug dealer to whom he owed money? All those questions were racing through the singer’s mind, when suddenly he spotted Morgue lying on the floor of a commercial street.

“M-Morgue?! Morgan!” Ogre called out, rushing to him, concerned and scared that he would be dead when he arrived. The singer let out a somewhat relieved sigh as he kneeled beside him, not even noticing the smashed pot of flowers. Morgue was still alive, he was still breathing. In fact, he was actually sobbing. Ogre raised an eyebrow. “Hey! What happened?!” He asked in a worried tone, feeling his heart drop as he took a closer look at his friend. He was bruised and bloody all over his body and face. Ogre gasped as he finally realized Morgue had been brutally beaten up. “H-Hey, it’s okay… I’m here, I’ll help you, Morgan.” The singer tried to maintain a soothing voice, trying to mask how concerned he actually felt, as he gently stroked Morgue’s black hair. He thought about picking him up, but the sudden thought that his friend might have been more hurt than he looked like made him not want to move him too much. “What did they do to you, little brother? Where does it hurt? Are you bleeding somewhere else?” Ogre felt a bit bad for dumping all these questions onto his friend, who could barely speak due to his injuries and intense pain, but he had to know what had happened in order to be able to help him properly.

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Morgan felt so bad for leaving that time. He ad escaped way too many times before and felt so many guilts about it. He felt like betraying the one person who tolerated him snd his addiction. So, he had decided to fight for Ogre and himself and his health and let this addiction go. And although this time he had gone out to buy Ogre flowers, he still felt bad, deep down. This time, the young surGEN had gone out in secret because a surprise is always a surprise. He couldn't tell him anything. His gults only intensified when he heard Ogre's voice into his buzzing head. This alone made him sob more. It hurt and stung him to cry as tears burned his wounds on his face and neck. He tried to move but he couldn't move too much. His ribs werr broken but he didn't know. He could feel his heard exploding with sadness as he heard thr almost manic way his friend asked him all these questions. He fekt his head spinning and he would swear he would pass out but he tried to hold on.

Into his daze, Mirgsn tried to move his hand and winced in pain as he did so. "O-Ogre..." he muttered, finally managing go move his arm, trembling it extending it to point behind Ogre, on the street, where the smashed pot of stepped on flowers was. More tears came to his eyes, burning them amd he let them flow. Now, there was no reason in hiding them. "I... I wa-wanted t-to..." he started, but he couldn't go on as his head spun again and he moaned, closing his eyes and laying down on the pavement. "It... it hurts everywhere... on my ribs... head... Dizzy..." Morgsn grosned as another pain rusbed through his head and made him squeeze his eyes shut for a few moments. "Ugh... I wanted to... su-surprise... you and t-these skinheads f-found me and..." Morgan explained to the best of his ability. "Please.. take me h-home, Ogre... P-Please..." he pleaded weakly, his eyes shadowning suddenly. His arms were clenched onto Ogre's sleeve, as if he was afraid of losing him.

[bringmemycocaine]

Pain is weakness leaving the body

9. With (a) broken rib(s)

It was not unusual for Morgan to get in trouble. Especially when it came to drugs. Hell, he would get in trouble with Ogre himself whenever he escaped to get his hit when Ogre was out of the house. Morgan had found a way to escape and this was exactly what he always did when Ogre thought he had locked him in well. 

It was one of those days when Morgan had escaped, but surprisingly, not to take drugs. He wanted to surprise Ogre with a gift. He had planned everything out, he had some money in his wallet and he decided to go and buy his friend a nice pot with flowers. Though, he did not have the time to get out of the store, holding the little pot with the various flowers in it, when three skinheads approached him maliciously. Morgan lowered his head and blinked, trying not to be much of a target for them. Yet, the three men started scoffing and teasing him, ong of them grabing him, making him almost lose balance and drop the flower pot on the ground. “Where are you going, handsome? Watch it! You will drop your lovely flowers!” One of them mocked, pushing Morgan back. The black-haired man didn’t speak, but he tried to take better hold of his pot. “Hey! Fucking junkie! We’re talking to you!” The other yelled at him. Morgan didn’t even look up at them. “Please, l-leave me a-alone...” he shispered. 

The third laughed and grabbed Morgan from behind as the second punched him on the face. Morgan yelped and gasped for air, but before he had time to take a breath in, the first started punching his stomach and kicking his knees. Morgan’s pot fell to the ground, cracking as it was made of porcelaine. “This will teach you to mess with us, asshole!” One of the skinheads yelled at the goth man, retreiving a metalic weapon. Morgan’s eyes widened as he saw it, trying to get away but to no avail. “No, please... Let me go, I will not s-say anything to anyone!” The three of them laughed at his statement, starting hitting him hard again. His knees gave in and he fell to the ground, victim of their wrath. They were beating him anywhere they could find, his face, his torso, legs and arms, mostly his ribs with that metalic weapon they had. When they finished, Morgan was almost passed out. One of them smirked and his eyes spotted the fallen pot with the flowers. “Are these for your boyfriend, faggot?” He mocked, stepping on them with force again and again until they were melted on the pavement. Morgan was sobbing, stretching his arms towards them. “Please, don’t...” He receieved a kick on his already broken ribs though, making him cry out and scream in pain. 

The three left him there and walked away laughing and mocking. “What a pussy!” One said. Their voices faded away as another, panicked one, one he knew, echoed in the air; it was Ogre. Morgan wanted to smile but he couldn’t. His ribs hurt like Hell and he couldn’t move on his own. He just sobbed there, looking at the messed up flowers. 

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