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Blinding strobe lights dance and move across different surfaces, with different textures, and different purposes. They whisper promises of fun and loud music, swaying people each and every day with it's tempting charisma. Namgyu isn't fooled. Examples of different surfaces could be puke-stained carpet, marbled counter, sparkly heels and glittery eyeshadow. He sees this a lot. The glittery shit's only on the whores, though. Keep that in mind. The bright beams are coloured red and blue, which mingle to create a bold purple hue spread over just about everything like a big carpet. It even infiltrates the surface of Namgyu's jet-black hair, which lays loosely on the back of his neck.
He holds his cheek in his hand, the only support he seems to have for his heavy head, tapping his nails against his scattered freckles to the beat of whatever fuck-ass remix is being played at the moment. That same beat is all over the place, irritating and uneven. He couldn't name even one of the samples in this terrible mix, even if the barrel of a gun was pressed to his forehead and his friends lives were on the line. It's all western and shitty, (much like everything else there), and he tries his best to specifically separate himself from that crap every day. I mean, really. Isn't that valid?
His eyes are half-lidded and dull, like always, while he stares at one of the many clocks situated high up on the wall behind the bar. Seriously, why does this guy have so many? There's at least 8 of them. The arms on them aren't moving, and it's clearly stayed that way for awhile. He can see the layers of dust caking on the arched top, and that's rather horrifying. He's been due for a new prescription for awhile now. Yuck. Albeit, how could you expect anything better from an outhouse such as this club? Plus, he would bet all his money on there being something 10 times worse here. Who knows what, he hasn't found whatever it is yet. He will.
Not all that long ago he wanted to work here, but decided to keep his dignity instead. Thank fuck. That was the right decision. Now, he works at the convenience store a few blocks away from his apartment complex. Not much better, but whatever. Anything but this place. He gets by well enough, and he's not planning on fixing what isn't broken.
Gyeong-su sits in the bar chair next to him, rocking back and fourth like an impatient toddler, ordering his second drink of the night. That kid gets tipsy fast, but Namgyu isn't about to tell him what he can or can't do. If he passes out in the middle of the dance floor after trying to grind on some poor girl, he is officially no longer responsible for him. Weirdly specific, yeah. It's happened before. Girls (kind of?) seem fond of him, too. They think he's cute, with his eccentric vibe and childish manner. It's quite pathetic, really. Namgyu's always been just a little bit jealous of him for getting women so easily. He doesn't even try, and they flock to the loser. It's ironic, though. When that loser does try, he never seems to succeed.
It isn't like women don't fawn over Namgyu too, (occasionally), he just brushes them off every time. They call him handsome or pretty, try and ask for his number, and every time he fantasizes about spitting in their fruit cocktails the moment they turn around. Girls like that have always pissed him off. Most girls in general, honestly. Some of them are... tolerable, but the rest can go fuck themselves. ...He's mostly into men anyways. When he was still in school, young and fresh, he once got in trouble for pulling a girls hair. Like, full-blown suspended for a few days. Unfair, but whatever. He should've made more of a stink about it. I mean, really, she took his toy while he was trying to play with it! That's completely justified in his opinion. The only girl he's been.. okay with has been Se-mi. He doesn't mind her company, and that's really difficult to say, let alone think. She's more of a mutual friend, he doesn't know her all that well. He still sees her often enough.
His thoughts are rudely stomped on when his shoulder is grabbed and shook. He turns to confront the offender. Who other than Gyeong-su? He looks straight past Namgyu with a sparkly, inspired look in his eyes. Excited and giddy. It's embarrassing, he's gonna shield his face from this freak.
"Namgyu, Namgyu, look! That's the guy I was telling you about, Thanos!" Gyeong-su makes an attempt at whisper-yelling, but it comes out sounding closer to a strangled crow's caw. Namgyu follows where he's gawking, head swivelling to the opposite side. Thanos, the regular patron rapper that makes terrible music with the ugly purple mullet, walks towards the bar. All Namgyu can smell is axe cologne and grape. Wasn't everybody supposed to leave that shitty cologne in middle school? He thought that was a unspoken mutual agreement. He wears a neon green shirt with Bart Simpson plastered on it, purple splotch-dyed trackpants (the only good part of this horrendous fit), and a diamond Jimmy Neutron necklace... What the fuck dude. I mean, good on him for going the whole mile. Might as well.
Girls in the club perk up and pay attention when he walks in, as if they're drawn to him like the South pole of a magnet to the North. They whisper and giggle among themselves, like something out of a movie. None of them approach him, though. Is this the shit women find hot nowadays, or are they just bullying him? He really hopes it's the latter option. First it was Gyeong-su, which is already absolutely unbelievable, but now this freak? Like, serious freak. He was throwing that term around all willy-nilly before, but this guy is the definition. He tosses his hair to the side with overflowing sass, plants his hand on his jutting hip, and winks to some of the girls. EW bro. Speaking of movies...
"Yeah.. okay.. and am I supposed to care?" He asks Gyeong-su, genuinely, before realizing the boy has abruptly disappeared from where he previously sat next to him only just a few seconds ago. Instead, that dumbass is trotting up to the rapper with a pip in his step. A grand pip in his step. Great. He pinches the bridge of his nose with a near guttural sigh, shutting his eyes as if he's trying to block it all out. Though it isn't an 'as if', he is. If he didn't care as much about Gyeong-su as he does, (he shouldn't care about this child at all), he would be walking his happy ass right out of this place and leaving him here to fend for himself. Survival of the fittest. But despite his desires, he sits still, listening to the squeaky toy squawk and caw at the rapper.
"Hey, Thanos! I love your music! Like, biggest fan of yours!" Gyeong-su declares like a bright, ignorant kid sitting in the lap of the pedophile Santa at the mall, hopping in place on his toes as if he's doing a mini dance. Thanos has a look of amusement on his face, and Namgyu wants to wipe it right off. Scratch that, he wants to tear it off.
"Yeah? You want an autograph, man?" He laughs, voice gravelly and a little bit broken. Gyeong-su nods like he's trying to shake his head off of his neck, fishing through his pocket for something the other man can sign.
That's when Namgyu officially stops paying attention. He simply can't bear to see that happen in real time. He swivels around in his chair and resumes holding his head up with his propped up hand, his eyes snapping to that one specific dusty clock again. It's only been 1 and a half minutes since he had previously been staring at it. Jesus Christ, time is moving slow. Isn't the opposite supposed to happen at clubs? He feels like he's at school again. It's almost 3 pm, can he go home now? Type shit.
He doesn't want to be the parent of this man child any longer. He feels like he's letting him off the leash for the first time and deeply regretting it. Gyeong-su isn't drunk enough yet, so he can't weasel his way out of this right now. Annoying. He sighs through his nose, his favorite thing to do is sighing, and relaxes into his own touch. Lonely ass shit, yes, he's aware. He doesn't give a fuck. Albeit, the relaxation only lasts a tiny interval before he's interrupted again. Only about 5 heartbeats.
"Yo." Se-mi chirps in the form of a small announcement, making Namgyu aware of her presence. He pries his eyes open with a concerning amount of effort, meeting her steady gaze. She stole Gyeong-su's spot beside Namgyu, and she sits taut and stiff as if she's uncomfortable with this place. She clearly isn't, though. Her hair is done nice and so is her make up, wearing a really pretty blouse with an equally as pretty skirt. Too much effort for this place, it's a shame. He would tell her that outright, but he's not sure if that advice would be welcomed. He makes a small hum in response just to convey that he heard her, scratching the rough bumps on his elbow with his other hand, laid across the counter. How can they be so comfortable and short with each other, when they're still technically strangers? He doesn't view the two of them as strangers anymore, though. It's embarrassing to think that she might.
"Are you the designated driver of a group or something? I've never seen you here sober before." She leans forward on the marbled counter so she can examine his face a little better. Makes sense, his hair isn't exactly short right now. Her blouse opens wider from the sudden shift, exposing her cleavage further. He furrows his eyebrows and reaches over with the hand that was once supporting his head, and pushes the next highest button into it's designated loop. He masks the small burst of concern he felt with a face of disgust.
"My friend wants to meet the purple rapper freak in person, and he forced me to come along with him." He smooths the fabric over with one quick (respectful) swipe, and holds in a scoff when he notices the small flicker of appreciation in her eyes. It wasn't for her! He just didn't want to give any one of these douchebags a lick of a chance. She's way out of their league. Like, miles away.
Her voice quirks with humor, curling at the end like the thin end of a cat's whisker. "What, the Batman guy?"
"You're close, it's Thanos." He corrects while he cracks a small smile, waiting for her to laugh. She delivers without much delay, tucking her hair behind her ear. Lowkey copying his vibe just a bit, but he'll let it slide this time. He likes that she has the same opinion as him. Maybe even likes that she's sort of similar to him in ways.
"That's even worse, though." She huffs, her hair cascading right back down in front of her face uselessly. Completely agreed. His once tense shoulders become looser, and his chest feels lighter. Easier to breathe. She's pleasant to be around, it's no question why everybody likes her. Guess he might be apart of that group now too, huh?
"I feel like any name would've been better than Thanos-"
Warm hands slap against his shoulders with a soft thump, and squeeze in a soothing massaging motion. For a good few seconds, he melts into the touch almost completely, letting out a quiet squeak. A mix of something close to a whine and a relieved sigh. He's got real tense muscles from all the stress- wait. Who..
It took him a minute, but he suddenly recalls all the stranger danger protocols he has engraved into his brain from when he was a kid. He swings around so fast he almost throws himself off of the barstool, defensive and coiled like a kitten pulled away from it's mother too soon. He even clenches his fists, readied for whoever it is. Because those weren't Gyeong-su's hands, he would kno-
Oh, it's just Thanos.
...Oh.
He frowns. Immediately. The man flashes a supposedly charismatic smile at him, but it doesn't feel right. It seems.. fake. Forced. Maybe even angry..?
"Gyeong-su told me you're a big fan of my music, Nam-su!" Oh fuck no. "He wanted me to come talk to you, and I wanted to be nice." Thanos leans close, getting all up in his face. A challenge. He jolts backwards as if he was slapped in the face, seconds away from choking this guy out. First of all, Nam-su? Not even close, asshole. Second of all, he's all up in his face! He's so ready to get in his face too, and show this trash what he's made of.
Gyeong-su circles around and stops to stand next to where Se-mi sits, stifling a hyena laugh. (Clearly, with how red his scrunched up face is.) He gets closer to Se-mi, mumbling.
"He hates that guy, I planned all of this out just to mess with him." He snickers.
She frowns and knits her eyebrows, glaring at him. "...Do I know you?" She asks, a hint of annoyance warping her tone. He doesn't answer, proceeding to outright ignore what she said. Real nice plan, weirdo.
"What's got your panties in a twist, grape? Or rather, who?" Namgyu smiles, voice cooed and teasing, scrunching his nose. He speaks to Thanos as if he's a dog, or maybe some bitch he's trying to turn on. He can see the way it gets under his skin, poorly veiled, just barely under the surface of the painstakingly crafted facade. He tilts his head to the side and lets his eyes go all soft, and the anger on Thanos' face turns into something else that Namgyu can't pin-point. He doesn't dwell on it, though. Not worth his time. (None of this is.) It's clear now that he overheard Se-mi and Namgyu's conversation, and this is his way of confronting him. ..Atleast that's what he's assuming. "Too sensitive for a little constructive criticism? Because you desperately need it."
"No, that's not the case at all! You've misunderstood me." Thanos waves his hands in surrender, eyes big and innocent. Puppy. "Just wanted to talk to a pretty girl like you. So pretty." He purrs, cupping Namgyu's cheek.
Oh.
Oh NO.
He rears back and gets stopped right before he can punch this guy in the throat, barely, by Gyeong-su who's now holding his arm. Fucker.
"Hey, come on, guys! Don't be like that! I was just joking around with you two." Gyeong-su laughs nervously, trying to dump a bucket of water on the already flame-licked situation. It doesn't work. Not at all. Thanos and Namgyu stare daggers into each other. Thanos bites down on his tongue, poking through his big grin. While Namgyu bears his teeth, trying to intimidate and threaten without words.
"I have an idea for the both of you." Se-mi starts, and they finally rip their attention away from each other. "Have a drinking battle. Whoever passes out first, and whoever stays conscious wins this petty scuffle." She shrugs with nonchalance, waving her hand towards the two of them to try and describe the supposed 'petty scuffle' Thanos and Namgyu are currently participating in.
...That idea was really dumb. No offense to Se-mi, she's cool and all, but really? They're just gonna end up blasted, and they're both gonna feel like shi-
"Hell yeah! I'm down if you are, Nam-su." Thanos slaps his hands down onto his hips, voice booming throughout the club with ease. Whether it's practiced ease or not, unsure. He crouches just a bit to get to Namgyu's height, voice like a whisper on the wind, adding; "I'm gonna kick your ass, you skinny bitch." Namgyu scowls, rage bubbling up in his stomach with the acid that's already present there.
"You're on." Namgyu promises, narrowing his eyes.
What the hell is he getting himself into? Why does he have to be so impulsive and competitive? He watches the bartender carefully as he pours alcohol into shot glass after shot glass, preparing to start this silly challenge Thanos and Namgyu agreed on. He's gonna regret this shit so bad in the morning. Actually, forget that. He's gonna regret this shit after the first shot. Bystanders of the club have begun swarming around the bar with mild interest, ready to watch this dumb shit unfold. And you know what? Thanos is completely and entirely right. Unfortunately, Namgyu is about to get absolutely bent over the counter and fucked raw. His alcohol tolerance is already terrible on it's own, and it definitely doesn't help that he hasn't had any for a long while. Jesus, why couldn't it be drugs instead? Namgyu would blow Thanos out of the water if it was drugs.
Thanos burns two eye-sized holes in the side of his head, and Namgyu refuses to meet his blatant staring. His leg bounces up and down rapidly, only further reminding him of his building anxiety. It's not that serious, It's not that serious.. He repeats that to himself over and over, trying to ignore the fact he's gonna wanna jump off of a cliff if he doesn't win this.
The 20th shot glass is poured, (yes, 20.) 10 for Namgyu and 10 for Thanos, and the bartender gets ready to start the challenge. A little voice on Namgyu's shoulder swears up and down that his shot glasses have more liquid in them compared to Thanos' glasses. Namgyu tries his best to push the lump in his throat to the back of his mind, because it's too thick for him to swallow. Mild panic rises in his chest and throat like the tide on the beach.
Se-mi leans down, smiling at him. "You're fucked, man. Try and spit out as much alcohol as you can, whenever you get the chance." She pats his back, and it doesn't reassure him. Not in the slightest. Though he can tell her words weren't meaning to have that effect on him. He rolls his eyes, but his attitude is shut down mere milliseconds after. He nearly throws up his still-beating heart when the bartender starts counting down, loudly and suddenly. Thanos is already holding a shot glass, and Namgyu nearly spills his when he snatches it up faster than necessary.
Thanos smiles and quirks his pinkie up, completely confident. Fuck... Se-mi takes a few steps back, joining the mini crowd forming around them in the shape of a semi-circle.
"3, 2, 1, Drink!"
1 shot. Regret. He pounds back the liquid as he throws his head back, a teensy bit more hesitant than Thanos. (A lot more hesitant than Thanos.) The bitter liquid fights its way down his throat like little soldiers, swinging and dragging their swords down his fragile esophagus. They leave a trail of fire in their wake, marking their presence and making sure it's known. Well known. His nose squinches up and the inside of it burns, eyes watering as if he held them open in front of a fan on full power. Jeez, when did he get so bad with this stuff? He used to be just amazing at pounding back endless amounts of alcohol. Though, that certainly isn't something he should be proud of. Dark times.
He spares a glance at the eyesore sitting beside him, and he's peering right back at him with an irritating, egotistical smile. That dick knows this is a gamble he's guaranteed to win... So he has to beat him. No matter what. This is, officially, what he's dedicating the rest of his night to. It's a quite naive that he believes he has even a lick of a chance against this anomaly, but he's gonna keep telling himself he can nonetheless. Call him stubborn. Or stupid, that works too.
A 5 minute break, 2 shots. Fear. It goes down easier than the last time, but it still incinerates and torches his already dry and shriveled throat. It warms the back of his mouth and his pallet, and makes his chest broil and bubble with something unpleasant and a little unnerving. The crowd behind them, which is still increasing in size, stirs and cheers. Restless as they watch this well known rapper go against a nobody like Namgyu... He feels like a caged animal in a zoo, being presented to a ton of paying customers. The punchline, and the whole gag itself. If it was just him and Thanos alone, maybe he wouldn't immediately kill himself if he lost. If. But they have a fucking audience here, already expecting and assuming the worst from Namgyu. That makes it sooo much better. Totally doesn't make him wanna puke all over this counter. He might, too. Depending on how many shots he drinks.
A 4 minute break, 3 shots. Displease. Fuck, he's already feeling it. Thanos is completely unchanged and unphased, making quips to some of the girls surrounding him, and him specifically.
'Namgyu already looks half gone, doesn't he? You guys already know who's gonna win.'
...The gag itself. Exhaust and a lingering ache have wrapped itself around Namgyu's limbs, like the slimy and suction-y tendrils on an octopus. He stares at the third empty glass he holds with contempt. Utter contempt. Semi and Gyeong-su fucked off just a minute or two ago to get their own drinks, and Namgyu sort of misses that girl. All she did was stare at him with faux sympathy and painfully obvious humor, but it felt good to have someone on his side.. Sort of. Kinda just looked like she was enjoying the show. Wish he could say that Gyeong-su is also on his side, but no. Clearly he's just a traitor through and through. True colours and everything. It's sad, really.
A 3 minute break, 4 shots. Struggle. Namgyu nearly chokes on this one. It almost drips out his nose! He has to drink it in two swallows instead of one, making it so much worse. The bartender has been shortening the break times between each drink, and now, forfeiting is very tempting. Extremely tempting. He pictures his usually uncomfortable bed each time he closes his eyes, but this time, it looks like the best thing he'll ever sleep on in his entire life. Suddenly, his ratty blankets have turned soft and plush. His pillow would cradle his sore neck, the moonlight would bathe his legs in dim brightness... Fuck, the idea of that almost makes him want to rub one out right here right now. Yes, it does. He meant that entirely. He keeps his eyes shut for as long as he can each time.
The warmth in his mouth and throat has become increasingly hotter overtime, and it feels like he owns an oven, built into the back of his head. Sweat forms into little pearls on his forehead and the back of his neck, then they slip down and get forgotten. This is incredibly humiliating. Everybody is already assuming he's gonna lose, or even knows, so is there any point in continuing this torment? At this point, he might just give the crowd what they want. He can tell Thanos is feelings the effects now too, though, so he's practically praying on his hands and knees that the rapper will be the first to put an end to this childish scuffle. Still, he prepares himself for the next shot.
A mere 2 minute break, 5 shots. Winner. What did he expect? There isn't a single chance on this whole planet that this douchebag is gonna be the one to give up first. Got his hopes up for nothing. Semi and Gyeong-su have returned, and now they're participating in the chants going on behind them.
'Shots, shots, shots!'
It makes his ears ring. His face is hot and flushed, and his fingers jitter weakly as they hold his next shot glass. Honestly, though? The more he drinks, the more confident he is that he's gonna win this. (Yeah right.) He's gonna prove the people in this club and this living grape Kool-Aid packet wrong! Maybe he'll even do all 10 shots. He's got this, for sure. Probably.
A minute long break, 7..Oops, no, 6 shots. He's on his 6th shot... Pretty sure. Loser. He's absolutely fucked by the way. His dreams of winning have been stomped on, crushed, turned to dust then kicked under the rug. It's so over. The strobe lights have become glaring, and the music playing in the club pounds against his already brittle skull. He isn't confident anymore. Not at all. He trembles on his bar stool, wrapping his legs around the leg and clinging to it as if someone's gonna pull it out from under him. Maybe someone will, who knows.. Sabotage.. His disheveled hair drapes in front of his face as if he's cosplaying the girl from The Ring, and his jaw hangs loose so he can breathe as heavy as he wants. These deep breaths are to try and soothe his rising nausea. That's already a really bad sign. There's no way he's gonna win. He wants to, sure, more than anything, but.. he needs to be realistic here. Just because he wants something a bunch doesn't mean he's gonna get it. Even if he repeats it three times, clicks his heels, closes his eyes and-
Crash!
Namgyu nearly jumps out of his skin, heart dropping to his ass. The feeling almost makes him projectile vomit instantaneously. He swallows the bile back down while it's still warm. Ew. To his left, Thanos lays on the floor with his barstool next to him. His arm is draped over his eyes, and his chest sputters up and down with shallow gasps. People around him shout and cackle as the rapper slowly pushes himself up to a wobbly sit, groaning and grabbing onto his head. Damn right, that asshole better be falling out of his chair.
"I guess that means we have a winner.. uhhh.. what was your name again?" The bartender asks him, bringing his attention away from the half dead grape and back to the challenge. Asking him. Namgyu.
"Wait.. wuh.... I won?" Namgyu blabbers, pointing to himself with confusion, blinking with one eye before the next. The realization kicks him in the ass after a good few, long seconds, and he pumps his fists high into the air. "Fuck yeah!! I won!!" He cheers, and the crowd slowly filters out with disappointed murmurs. He doesn't give a fuck, he proved them wrong. He proved them all wrong! They can be as upset as they want, doesn't matter to him! In fact, he wants them to be upset.
Se-mi punches him in the shoulder, a lot harder than necessary, nearly knocking him off of his well earned throne. "That's right! I always knew you would!" That's a complete lie, but still, it stokes the crackling fire of pride in his chest. Gyeong-su agrees with a quick nod, before just barely stopping himself from tumbling into Se-mi. She holds him up by the back of his shirt, and honestly, he might be stumbling from the loss of air with how tight his collar is being pulled instead of the alcohol. Doesn't matter, looks like he's into it. He's a freak.
"I'm barely even drunk, too!" Namgyu boasts, another lie, puffing out his chest like a puffin bird. Se-mi side-steps away from him, and he doesn't acknowledge it. He basks in his win for as long as he can. Gyeong-su follows Se-mi like a loyal puppy on a leash, panting and wagging his tail. This feels great. Real fucking great. He completely ignores the loose and weak feeling in his limbs, because this is the best he's felt in awhile. It's been way too long since he won something. He won fairly, too! Especially against someone so shitty-
The air leaves Namgyu's body when Thanos gets shoved into him. The purple rapper promptly collapses onto Namgyu, arms slung over his shoulders. He loops his feet around the barstool's leg again, because it's currently tipping backwards precariously. A burst of panic sparks in his belly, stirring his stomach and urging him to vomit. Again. He's had a lot of false alarms in these past few minutes. Thanos pulls his arms off of Namgyu's shoulders and instead slithers them around Namgyu's waist like two snakes, planting his unsteady feet to the ground. (Fortunately.) The bigger man shifts the weight from the barstool and Namgyu back to the ground, stabilizing it for good.
Thanos nuzzles his face into Namgyu's exposed neck, and his face twists with disgust. His cheeks burn red, different from the hot flush he had before, and he digs his nails into Thanos' shoulders. The man grunts in response, only pressing further into him.
"Since you're barely drunk, you can be the one to take him home! That's good sportsmanship, you know?" Se-mi suggests with a big grin, clear malicious intention hidden under the translucent surface. The pride and joy get ripped away from Namgyu so fast it almost gives him whiplash. He doesn't even get that much time to enjoy it, as the same with all other positive things in his life. He glooms, digging his nails harder into the man's thick skin. Thanos whines right into his ear, nudging against him. A shudder spreads through his whole body. Oh. Okay..
"Come on, 'Su, let's get you to the bathroom before you puke on me." Se-mi starts dragging Gyeong-su away before Namgyu can offer protest.
"Does that mean I get to go into the women's bathroom...?" Gyeong-su giggles as if he's a teenage boy doing something bad for the first time, reaching out and holding Se-mi's gentle hand.
"Sure, I'll give you the pass, you bum." Se-mi squeezes his hand tighter, feeding into his delusions with a humored smile on her face. It looks a little genuine, though. Namgyu grunts while Thanos adjusts, reaching out past Namgyu and grasping at thing air, in the direction of Se-mi walking away.
"Nooo... Señorita... I didn't get her number.." He complains as the barstool begins tipping backwards again in parallel with his words. Namgyu squeaks and clings to the older man, legs and arms wrapped around him like a lonely koala to a branch. Thanos grabs Namgyu's waist for the second time, pulling the chair back to the ground. The mood between them changes drastically, something thicker and harder to breathe in. Thanos pulls his chin off of his shoulder, staring at Namgyu through dazed, half-lidded eyes.
"You know, Namsu, you kind of look like a girl. A real pretty girl..." He coos, moving even closer. Namgyu's breath hitches in his throat, hands planting on Thanos' chest as some form of support. A chance to push him away, if need be. "I wasn't lying early, you're definitely prettier than Se-mi... Maybe I'll just take you instead.." Thanos slurs while he tilts his head to the side, eyeing up Namgyu's lips. The man moves closer... Closer... Until Namgyu flinches away from him. Just as the realization fills Thanos' face like water pouring into a glass, Namgyu pushes him off. He quickly hops off of the barstool, and his legs complain and shake. He doesn't pay attention to it, manifesting that he'll even be able to walk.
"It's time to get you home!" Namgyu announces to Thanos and everybody else around them, grabbing the man's scarred arm and guiding him out of the bar. Behind him, the bartender tries to remind him that he hasn't paid, but Namgyu doesn't stir in his step and only speeds up. What a rush.
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A good, long 20 or 30 minutes pass, and Namgyu's finally reached his street. Not his apartment yet, though, just his seemingly never ending neighborhood. Full of rats, raccoons, and homeless drug addicts. Namgyu isn't far off from that last one. Thanos outright refused to tell Namgyu where his rich ass house was, so they've 'settled' on just going to Namgyu's apartment for the night. (Settled as in Thanos insisting, and Namgyu denying it every single time, until he simply gave up and earned a lick on the cheek from the older for his cooperation. Yes. He's not gonna delve into that right now.)
The corners of his vision are blurry and muddled, swirling and moving, paired with his head spinning. Endless circles. Spinning, spinning, spinning... Maybe he shouldn't have boasted, because this sucks. Really sucks. He'd rather not be walking home with 6 shots in his system. Especially not with this cretin, keeping up with Namgyu's stride. His hair is disorganized and fallen in front of his face, just like earlier, which doesn't aid his already shitty vision. His glasses are doing fuck-all now, he might as well toss them in the next trash can he sees...Though he will not be doing that. This one pair was almost 200 dollars. Yikes.
Thanos sways back and fourth with each step, but it seems deliberate instead of one of the affects of the alcohol in his system. His hands are tucked safely in his pockets, demeanor calm and composed. He's obviously still drunk, but better than Namgyu. Either alcohol affects people differently more than he thought, Namgyu won unfairly, or this guy was lying the whole time. Namgyu keeps catching a glint in the taller man's eye that inclines him to believe the final option. His short footsteps are out of rhythm and staggered, his ears are burning up, and his eyelids are heavy. Real heavy, he's ready to pass out right on this sidewalk. But thankfully, he can see his apartment complex in the distance. Slowly getting closer, closer, closer. He speeds up his pace just a little, desperation filling him to the brim, and Thanos doesn't bother keeping up. Namgyu doesn't care, he'll leave this guy on the street if he has to. He needs his bed. First, shower, then his bed. Sleep sounds like the best thing in the world right now. Even better if it's paired with a cold glass of water. A tall glass.
Eventually, after what feels like way too long, he trots his way into the lobby of the big complex. It's almost completely desolate, except for the receptionist, busying herself by doing something in the back behind the counter. She doesn't perk up when Namgyu enters. Doesn't notice at all, actually. That's no problem with him, he has his key readied in his palm, and he's not about to pause his mission just to strike up some lame conversation with someone. Anyone at all, let alone Thanos. The man had tried to light the match of conversation a handful of times now, and Namgyu shut down each one mere seconds after. He hurries to the elevator, because he can't get to his room fast enough, yet he eventually slows down so he doesn't slam into the wall. He got close, though. Plus, he's sure he'll collapse if he moves any faster than he already is. He's pushing limits. He can hear Thanos following behind, with heavier footsteps and squeakier shoes. He wasn't gonna check if he was following, anyways. He's no Orpheus, and Thanos is definitely no Eurydice.
Namgyu pushes the elevator button far into it's socket, where it belongs, and watches it illuminate. Bright and orange. Thanos finds his place behind Namgyu, and leans his forehead on the shorter's shoulder. Namgyu frowns, trying to shrug him off to no avail. Heavy fuck.
"Get off of me." Namgyu murmurs, annoyance dripping throughout his tone. Thanos abruptly hugs him tight, and Namgyu grunts as some form of reaction.
"No." Thanos mumbles, rubbing Namgyu's stomach gently. It feels kind of nice, soothes the lingering nausea just a bit. "You smell good. Green apple." Thanos distinguishes, pressing his face into Namgyu's neck and sniffing. Hard. Okay, this is weird now. Actually, it was weird to begin with. Never mind. Goosebumps spread across Namgyu's neck and back, causing a slightly horrified shudder.
Suddenly, Jesus himself seems to notice Namgyu's internal turmoil and decides to help him, (for the first time ever. Useless bastard), and the elevator doors slide open with an ear-piercing metallic screech. Namgyu jabs his elbow into Thanos' already sensitive stomach, and gains a pained yelp from the older in response. Similar to a dog after it's tail was stepped on. Maybe he'll forgive and forget as easily, too.
"Dick." He grumbles under his breath, stepping into the elevator. Advantage. Thanos reluctantly follows, doubled over and holding his stomach, eyebrows furrowed in anger. That's right, get angry. It's satisfying to see that look on his face. A little scary, but still. Satisfying.
He presses the button for the 3rd floor, and the doors move and shut once again. Namgyu slumps against the wall and closes his eyes, which he didn't mean to do, his body just decided to force him. He finally lets himself relax, even if it's just a little bit. He sighs with mild relief, though his head spins and complains as the elevator moves up. That's okay. He swallows down the nausea with small discomfort, until he feels it fade away again. Swept away by something stronger. Exhaust. It wraps around his body and soul like a tight vice, squeezing and squeezing in repetitive pulses, willing and urging him to fall asleep right here right now. Shit, he might. Visions dance behind his eyelids like miniature dreams, each only lasting just a few seconds, and he knows he should wake himself up. If he doesn't do it soon, he's gonna end up sleeping here for the night.
...Would Thanos let him sleep here for the night? Would he care if he did? Would he pick him up and take him to his room, or would he scoff and take the apartment room for himself? His thoughts dissolve into mush when he feels a hand enter his hair, rubbing gentle circles into his scalp. He goes to lean into the hand. Big mistake. His entire body falls with him, and just as he's about to hit the elevator's metal wall, he wakes up. The elevator jolts to a sudden and harsh stop, and he slams his hands to the wall behind him and beside him to steady himself. The doors open slowly, and when he looks up, Thanos stands in front of him. He slowly pulls his hand away from Namgyu's hand, eyes soft and a little... concerned? Yeah right, he knows pity when he sees it.
"What're you staring at.." He barks like a snappish chihuahua, watching as the concern in the rapper's eyes disappear. He reaches up and fixes his hair subconsciously, before swiftly making his way out of the elevator. Swiftly as in nearly tripping on the carpet twice, then slowly finding a steady pace. Fall, catch yourself. Fall, catch yourself. He reminds himself how to walk. He speeds up once he gets the hang of it, hallway walls rushing past him. His hair tosses back and fourth with each long stride. Thanos mimics each footstep, keeping pace. For once. And soon enough, he stops in front of his apartment room's door, with a label high up on the door reading '354'.
He raises the key in his palm up with a shaky hand, then pushes it into the finicky doorknob. He twists a few times, then after a few whispered curses, he manages to open it. His living room is dark, but his tv plays a screensaver idly. Over and over, moving and moving endlessly. Somehow, as if it's a hidden talent, he forgets to turn off his tv before he leaves every single time. His apartments a mess. Understatement of the century. His couch has different pillows and blankets strung across it, his kitchen is full of about 3 different piles of dirty dishes, and a mountain of clean laundry (the size of Everest) sits outside of his bedroom door. P.S, it's only worse on the inside. Really sucks that a rich fuck like Thanos is seeing this right now. Fucks sake, this is real embarrassing. Namgyu stifles the sigh of despair that tries to climb it's way out of his throat, and replaces that urge with his voice that he damn near has to force out.
"You can sleep on the couch-" "I'm gonna sleep on your bed." Thanos interrupts, announcing, and Namgyu snaps towards him with a look of offense. Um.. hello? The audacity of this man. He swears he's gained at least 10 grey hairs just from tonight.
"No, you will not." Namgyu purses his face into a smile, tense, rigid and fake. It almost hurts with how hard he clenches his teeth together. They squeak as he grinds them against one another. Thanos looks down at him, (more like down on him), his eyes crinkling at the edges as he grins kindly.
"Yeah... I will." He ruffles his purple mullet, causing the hair at the top to stick up like a pair of horns. Pretty accurate. Namgyu squeezes his fists at his sides, just about ready to beat this guy up. Maybe he'll get that throat punch he wanted earlier. He'd probably win, anyway, he's less drunk than this bag of shit.... Uh..
Thanos leans down to his height, grabbing onto the back of his greasy hair and tugging him closer. Namgyu winces, nose squinching with frustration and pain. "Do you have a problem with that, bunny? Your nose is twitching." He taunts, ripping a few strands of Namgyu's hair out when he pulls an extra time for good measure. Extra hard. Namgyu mewls, and he's not quite sure whether it's out of pleasure or pain. Both? Nonetheless, surprise paints Thanos' features like a long brush stroke, and he frees Namgyu from his grasp. He shakes his head back and fourth to try and get rid of the lingering ache, brushing his fingers through the back of his hair, unravelling the knots that Thanos just created.
"Fuck you, I'm gonna go shower." Namgyu hisses, stomping off to his room to grab some new, clean clothes. Stomping like an angry rabbit. Huh... Guess he wasn't that far off. Though he doesn't even have to enter, and instead he tackles the mountain of clean clothes.
Thanos watches him leave with rose dusted cheeks, gut stirring with something.. wrong. He's only ever felt it with girls, so.. why does he feel it when he stares at that boy? ...It must be anger. Competition. No other explanation. He let that puny thing win...
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Somewhere around 20 minutes later, Namgyu scrutinizes his tired and flushed face in a half-fogged up mirror unfairly and harshly. Gross. He's gross. His wet hair sticks to the skin on his face and neck, dripping water down and soaking his big, clean shirt. His hair is brushed out and separated, curling slightly at the ends. His clothes tack to his poorly dried skin, uncomfortable and sort of itchy. Why is he even itchy? He literally just showered. He shifts his focus from himself to his toothbrush, standing, propped up idly in it's holder. He scoffs and waves it off just a moment after. He couldn't be bothered to brush his teeth right now. For some reason, that feels like the most grueling task he's had to face this week. So he's simply not going to. Sure, he's gonna taste alcohol all night, but he seriously can't bring himself to care. He'll just brush the acid off of his teeth after he vomits all this night's memories up in the morning.
He shakes his head for the second time, which only makes him dizzier, scattering stray water droplets across his bathroom walls and mirror. He's didn't dry himself off properly, he won't brush his teeth, and he's not gonna wipe that water off the walls. Tomorrow... He'll deal with all of this tomorrow. Including the regret. He tucks some of his cleansed hair behind his ears, then steps away from the sink. He swings open the door to his bathroom, turns off the light and then steps out onto cold hardwood floor. His bare feet pitter and patter against the surface as he squints against the dark of his hallway, following the faint illumination of his rooms light as his only marker.
Illumination... Of course he's in there already. He was holding onto the small hope that Thanos would listen and sleep on the couch, but obviously, that was naive of him. He's been real naive tonight. Just as he gets close enough to his door to rest his hand on the doorknob and twist it, he's reminded. He forgot his glasses in the bathroom, no wonder he couldn't see shit down the hallway. But, he's already opening the door, and when he's greeted with what's inside, he forgets all about his glasses once more. He really is gay as fuck. Well, to be fair, he is drunk-Yeah, no, he can't blame it on the alcohol this time.
Thanos has his back turned to Namgyu, arms stretched high up to the ceiling. He's pulling his ugly t-shirt off, and Namgyu quickly notices a bold tattoo that reads 'Thanos' in Korean, veiled across Thanos' back. It sticks out to him like a sore thumb. It shifts and warps over the rippling muscles, which weren't obvious before. In fact, not noticeable at all. Sleeper build. Thanos swings around to look at Namgyu, and Namgyu lags to meet his gaze properly. Really lags, it takes a good 3 seconds. He only realizes how dumb he must look when Thanos laughs. At him. He frowns, becoming embarrassed. He's been embarrassed enough for one night, right? Why does shit like this keep happening?
"Seriously, dude, go sleep on the couch. I need to sleep." Namgyu repeats himself, with a little extra flare than before, stepping towards his own bed in his own apartment that he should be sleeping in because HE owns it! But Namgyu doesn't get the response he was expecting. In fact, he would've expected anything but this.
In a flash, Namgyu gets slammed down against the plush mattress. He sinks into the forgiving material, and it cradles his body just right. That isn't what he's focused on, though. Unfortunately. He yelps in surprise, the world revolving around him. His jaw clicks from the impact, his arms bend uncomfortably from when he tried to catch himself, and his teeth nearly snap with the pressure of how hard he's clenching them. He's flipped onto his back, and the familiar weight crashes into his stomach. Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on?? Can he catch his bearings, even for a second? He coughs, gasping for the air that was suddenly ripped from him unfairly. The loss of breath isn't helping the fact that everything is reeling around him. He shuts his eyes to try and block the swirling and bright colours out. Just when he prepares himself for a fight or something, Thanos moves.
The heavy cargo is lifted off of his chest as well, and he sucks in a greedy breath. The purple-haired man positions his leg between Namgyu's thighs, while his other knee digs into the bed beside Namgyu's hip. He plants one hand on the bed just above Namgyu's shoulder, while the other grabs Namgyu's cheeks and forcefully cranes it to the side, into the blankets roughly. He isn't even on the pillow!
"Let me go!" Namgyu protests, voice muffled and squished from the fingers digging into his soft cheeks. His protests don't last long, though. His voice gets drowned out by a soft gasp, a reaction to Thanos starting to kiss his vulnerable and exposed neck. He nips and sucks the doughy skin, leaving painfully obvious purple and red marks on his fair skin. He tries to wiggle out of this asshole's unwavering grasp, but it's weak and sort of.. unwilling..? Is this just the alcohol influencing him? Thanos pulls away once Namgyu's heavy breaths die down and become anchored. Thanos' eyebrows are knitted, and eyes are desperate. Pathetic and desperate. Namgyu's face becomes as hard as stone, stern, and he wrings his eyes shut. Strict. He wont let that stupid look on his face sway him! Not even a little bit!
"Dude, stop, you're drunk. WE'RE drunk. Besides, don't you like girl-" He's cut off when his face is moved again, this time straightening it out. Just as Namgyu flutters his eyes open, Thanos slams their lips together, seemingly as hard as he can. Slow down, tiger.
Their teeth collide and click with how mighty and fast he was when he initiated it, and it hurts. He's surprised his front teeth don't chip. Namgyu physically can't pull away with how he's laying and posed, and he can't stop Thanos' tongue from piercing past his quivering lips. He gags around the new sensation, wet, warm and full, and Thanos doesn't let this deter him. Clearly. He swirls his tongue around Namgyu's, and all he can taste is alcohol and spit. Because yeah, he really wanted to taste those shots all over again.. Gross. He had just gotten used to the lingering flavour, and now it's back, full force. Maybe he should've brushed his teeth. But he didn't know this was gonna happen!
Thanos whines into Namgyu's mouth, which makes Namgyu hesitant. Hesitant to push him off right now and call it a night. Even though he really should. But fuck, that was so pretty.. Thanos breaks the kiss to take a breath, and Namgyu swings his head away, avoiding the second kiss Thanos tries to commence. So, as a substitute, Thanos dives in to the other side of Namgyu's neck, kissing biting and sucking just like before. Namgyu groans, all while Thanos loops his hands around Namgyu's wrists, lifting and pinning them into the pillow above his head. His wet hair seeps into his bed, wetting his clean sheets. A circle of wet fabric surrounds his head, but that's the least of his worries. He's gonna have lots of fun trying to hide his neck for the next, what, few weeks? From his boss and his friends? He's got fair skin, man!
"Thanos, stop." Namgyu orders feebly, eyelashes fluttering helplessly. He tries to put out the fire of pleasure, ever building in his lower abdomen with a bucket of cold water, but it seems to be an electrical fire, because the water only makes it grow bigger. Bigger, louder, and more obvious. It nags at him, begging and pleading for more.
"Namgyu, quit fuckin' fighting it. Don't you want this fanservice, winner?" Thanos bites down especially hard on a sensitive spot, a big switch from his previous desperate whining, and Namgyu lets out a strangled groan of pain. Shapes dance behind his eyelids which he's squeezed shut. Tightly shut.
"I don't even know any of your songs, man! I'm not a fan at all!" Namgyu argues, voice rising. It's broken and shaky. He already knows he's gonna receive a noise complaint in the morning, and it's gonna be painstaking to work out... And also a whole ton of regret, and headache, and nausea. Fuck's sake.. "I don't give a shit about you, you just piss me of-"
Thanos presses his knee into Namgyu's groin, unanticipated and rough.
Namgyu moans, digging his fingers into his palms from where his wrists are still bound by Thanos' unrelenting grip. "Hear how pretty you sound? I wanna see how loud you'll get. How good I can make you feel." Thanos' voice is gruff and husky. He grinds his knee into Namgyu's crotch back and fourth, and the friction hurts. It's raw against his underwear and pants, paired with Thanos' non-stopping force. It really does hurt, but at the same time... Fuck, he's being swayed, isn't he? "I'll fuck you so hard, you'll be my biggest fan forever. My number one slut." Thanos promises, taking his hand off of Namgyus' wrist to instead grab his chin. He lifts it up and forces Namgyu to look him in the eyes, which are intense and needy. While Namgyu's gaze is a stark contrast, weary and almost pitiful.
It gets Thanos fucked up. He's gonna fucking destroy this twink.
"You're gonna regret all of this tomorrow... Ungh... With a nobody like me..." Namgyu's voice turns into something strangled and scrawny, slurred, and Thanos drinks up every drop of honey dripping from Namgyu's tone like his body needs it for survival.
"You shouldn't be worried if gonna regret it or not, bunny. What, are you not regretting this anymore? You want it?" Before Namgyu can offer some weak form of a response, Thanos pulls his knee away from Namgyu's crotch, and instead starts undoing the man's jeans. He pulls the loop off of the button, pulls the zipper down and opens it, then tugs down both his pants and boxers in one swift movement. Namgyu's eyes blow wide, and he lets out a powerless noise of objection. He has no say in this situation. 0. His face grows bright red and his hands fly down, trying and failing to conceal his half-hard dick. His last bit of dignity. Though that same dignity is slipping out of his fingertips as the seconds tick by.. Thanos rips the younger man's pants off of one of his feet, then raises his legs and slings his ankles over his shoulders. His pants and boxers are still looped around one foot, draping on Thanos' back. The purple-haired man quickly pulls his own dick out of his track pants and boxers, hard and already dripping. Fuck.
Thanos rips Namgyu's hands away with his free hand, earning a sheepish squeak from the ravenette. Thanos presses his tip to the other's, his cold piercing rubbing against Namgyu's warm, frail skin.
"Why're you so shy? You're longer than me." Thanos scoffs, raising an eyebrow that's genuinely curious. Namgyu adjusts, pushing himself up with his elbows to see properly, and feels the muted strain in his abs. Thanos wasn't lying. He's about an inch longer. That's officially another thing he's won. It wasn't a challenge, sure, but he's still proud.
Namgyu laughs, raspy and satisfied, looking up at Thanos with cold defiance. "What, are you embarrassed?" He coos, enjoying his newly established confidence. Not sure if he's ever had that, really. Unfortunately, it's quickly shut down by a rough hand wrapping around his purple and red throat. He's shoved back down into the bed, and Thanos squeezes. Hard. Namgyu gags from the sudden pressure and loss of air, face scrunching and eyes watering, while his hands fly up to claw at Thanos' wrists and knuckles as an instinctual response.
"Know your place, winner." Thanos bites his lip. Fucker's getting a good kick out of this... He pulls the hand he isn't using to choke Namgyu out with close to his face, and spits right in the palm. He wraps that hand around his dick, slicking and wetting it with his own spit. He groans softly, a gruff and low sound. Namgyu watches through dazed and sparkly eyes, worry and fear building in his gut. Is that even gonna fit...? He's done it with guys before, obviously, but... He hasn't had any preparations. Nada. Plus, he was high out of his mind. That's different than being drunk. And spit isn't a proper lube! Still, Thanos brings himself closer, and presses himself against Namgyu's warm entrance.
"Shit, wait, give me a second-!" Namgyu chokes out, digging his nails into Thanos' skin until he's sure it'll break skin. Too late. Thanos rocks into him, only halfway. It hurts. Holy shit it hurts. Namgyu whines, voice cracking and breaking pathetically. Thanos groans in parallel with Namgyu's whine, scrunching his face with rather intense focus, and he lets go of Namgyu's fragile throat. Thank god. But the relief doesn't last long at all. He pushes in further, and Namgyu strains around him. Though, somehow, he loosens up right after. He swallows Thanos up, sucking him in. It doesn't feel all that welcoming to Namgyu, though... Is it all the alcohol in his system?
Thanos starts moving faster, and the pain slowly shifts into pleasure. Still painful, but it makes it tolerable. Maybe better than tolerable... Namgyu utters a plethora of whines and moans, each sluttier than the next, while Thanos pushes in deeper with each thrust. Fireworks set off in his gut over and over again, which feel amazing, and his back arches against the bed. Thanos pants and grunts like a mutt, eyes shutting and shoulders slumping. He grabs onto Namgyu's hips, thumbs tucking under Namgyu's ridden up, lax shirt. Sweat beads on Thanos' forehead and the back of his neck, chest heaving up and down sputteringly. He pulls Namgyu's hips towards him with each grind in, digging his nails into the boy's soft, freckle-scattered skin. Namgyu curls his fingers into the sheets underneath him, the fabric stretching and straining. Thanos' grunts get loud and whorish, and he goes faster and faster.
"Ugh, Thanos, I.." Namgyu tries to warn the taller man, but Thanos wastes no time in silencing him. He leans forward and kisses him, nipping his bottom lip in the process. This causes Namgyu's legs to push closer to his stomach, aching and tasking his already spent knees. But fuck, it makes it feel so much better. So much deeper. A knot ties itself in Namgyu's gut, tight and ready to unravel, the strongest one he's ever felt. Ever. Saliva pools like a flood in the bottom of his mouth, and heat builds in his fluttering stomach. His rising moans are stifled by Thanos' mouth, and he grows so much dizzier, and..
Everything goes white, and then ecstasy hits him like a speeding car. Real hard. His legs tremble and he spills all over his stomach, which shudders up and down violently. Thanos breaks the kiss and Namgyu gasps for air, gaining it back slowly but surely, then collapses, limp against the bed. Thanos rushes to pull out, then once he does, he starts jerking himself off. Namgyu doesn't even register the pain from the quick movement. He's that out of it. His face twists in beautiful pleasure, before he soon finishes just like Namgyu. Also all over his stomach. Also very loud. Surprisingly.
Thanos grants him a 2 minute break.
He lays entirely still for the entire 120 and something seconds, panting with drool collecting in the corners of his mouth, not sparing even the slightest glance at Thanos. Though once those two minutes are up, his break time is officially over. Only two minutes? Seriously? His hands are grabbed, then pulled up and off the mattress. He's lifted up into a sit with posture similar to a cockroach, with Thanos doing most of the work, (more like all), and that's when he finally pries open his tired eyes. Thanos stares at him through narrowed eyes, as if he's sizing up a piece of prey, still breathing heavily. Really heavily.
"I'm not done with you yet." Thanos pronounces in a murmur, and Namgyu vocalizes his feelings with an almost tragic whimper. Though he doesn't exactly feel scared. He isn't worried, he isn't angry, no. He wants it. Ugh, yes, he really wants it. Clearly, he isn't sober yet...Okay, he is a little angry, but whatever. He generously ignores that just this once. Does Thanos regret it yet? Has he realized?
He's guided to turn around, carefully and kindly, but that only lasts that one moment. Hs face is slammed into the soft pillow, and he bites his tongue on the impact. Ow?? He doesn't even get the chance to reposition his arms before he's filled with Thanos' long warmth again. His body takes it with ease, already slick and ready for the second round. He wails into his pillow, coating his once clean bed in a layer of the jizz on his stomach. Thanos pants and pants, holding Namgyu's waist with one hand and pushing his head down into the pillow with the other.
He can't breathe.
When he was being choked, he still could to a tolerable amount. But now he's just getting his warm breath back at himself, and his lungs clench, aching for the oxygen that he had once been allowed to breathe in. Not anymore. His jaw aches, trying to keep his mouth open so he can gasp for small breaths. Most of them don't do much, and his head twirls, as if it's mad at Namgyu for all of this. He's already being punished, he doesn't need that too! He feels like Alice in wonderland, and he's not quite sure if that's good or not. Probably bad in retrospect, but it feels good, so... I mean, really, that's the same mindset he has with drugs.
Thanos curls his fist in Namgyu's hair and pulls his face away from the pillow, and he gasps so hard it almost wills him to fall unconscious right then and there. His hair rips and hurts, but Namgyu's so grateful to have his air back. The mattress sighs under the ragged rhythm and weight, coiled springs digging into Namgyu's rug-burned knees. He shouts out into the thick air, no longer restrained with gentle fabric and cradling memory foam. It's guaranteed that all his neighbors are awake now. But he can't stop himself.
"Mgh.. Fuck yeah, scream louder baby. Make sure everybody knows that you're mine." Thanos bends to get closer, curling his back like a bristling cat to rest his chin on Namgyu's shoulder. He stretches his arm far back, only pulling on Namgyu's hair harder. He's gonna have alopecia by the end of this. "Make sure they know that you're Thanos' bitch." Is he realizing his mistakes yet?
Fuck. Namgyu squeezes his eyes shut, gut growing hot again. So soon?? Embarrassment for the future creeps up his spine and he grows completely silent, furrowing his eyebrows and focusing. He's tired of the embarrassment, he's so humiliated already. He bites his tongue, willing the feeling to go away with all his might, despite how bad he wants it. Isn't his willpower impressive? He's not about to come that fast right after he already di-
Thanos takes his hand off of Namgyu's waist and replaces the warmth with Namgyu's pretty dick, wrapping his fingers around it one by one until he has a hold, then starts moving his hand up and down. Fast. A gasp tears it's way up his throat, and it's quickly followed with a whine of despair. Why does this freak have to be so evil?
"Don't hold it in." Thanos commands as if he's some house pet that did something bad. Just the idea of that alone makes his arms grow tremulous, but maybe that's just from the building tension in his belly. Hard to tell. Moisture fills his already muddy vision, and it quickly spills down his freckled cheeks in big tears.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Namgyu cries in a broken and high-pitched tone, then his whole body stiffens, then squalls and becomes useless. He soils Thanos' hand and his rings, all the energy leaving his body instantly and rendering him dumb. Thanos lets go of Namgyu's hair, granting him this one thing, and Namgyu wastes no time in collapsing into the bed. His chest heaves up and down with labored gasps, not quite breaths, while Thanos slows to a stop in his thrusts. He doesn't pull out just yet. Namgyu cranes his head to the side and looks behind himself just to scope out, where he sees Thanos licking the come off, getting in between his fingers. He crinkles his eyes at Namgyu, the ends of his lips quirking up. Oh. Shit.. He doesn't exactly know how to feel about that. Butterflies attack his stomach, and he tries to catch each one with a net, because he really doesn't wanna get hard again. Thanos drags his tongue over his lip and grabs Namgyu's hips, smearing his own cum and Thanos' alcohol-tainted spit all over his side. (The spit is also jizz tainted now, to be fair. Pretty gross.)
"Just a little longer. You can handle that, right?" Thanos soothes, before he ruts into Namgyu harder than ever before. He didn't even get to confirm or deny! Namgyu braces himself against the bed the best he can, eyes blowing wide. Holy shit, how much more of this is he supposed to tolerate??
"Fuck! Thanos... T-Too much!" He screams his plea, droopy eyes filling with fresh tears. Thanos ignores him completely, dropping his head down. His purple hair moves with each thrust, and the muscles in his arms ripple just underneath the skin. His pace becomes uneven and sloppy, while Namgyu suffers the output. He tries to push all of it to the back of his mind the best he can. He cannot get another boner. His limbs tremble and his brain feels like slop, his ears ring and his heart pounds. Tolerate... Thankfully, Thanos doesn't take all that much longer. Thanos' pants turn into whines, and he feels colorful nails dig into his fragile skin.
"Namgyu... I'm gonna... Inside..." He pieces a few words into a lame sentence, and- Wait.
Panic, confusion, and a little disgust fills Namgyu. At least he thinks it's disgust..?
"Huh?? No! Don't you da-" Thanos cuts him off with one final, hard thrust, and a loud cry. He crumples down on Namgyu's back, and Namgyu grunts in response with the sudden weight. Warm. So warm, wet, and full.. It drips down his inner thighs and onto the bed, while Thanos continues rocking his hips weakly. Thanos hugs his chest tight, and pushes his face further into Namgyu's neck. They lay there in silence for a minute or two, until Namgyu officially has enough of him. All the time, basically. He was pretty good in bed though... How the fuck did this even happen?
"Get off.." He mutters, raspy and weak. Though Thanos only hugs him tighter, and he sniffles. ..There's the realization.
Exactly two wet droplets cascade down and soak into his mattress, leaving two damp circle marks, which Namgyu stares at silently for a few seconds. He's dumbfounded, trying to comprehend them. Thanos' back shudders and his purple hair tickles Namgyu's cheek, but Namgyu can't bring himself to comfort the heavy asshole in any way when he's actively pulling his dick out of Namgyu's ass. Hurts. He winces and squeezes his eyes shut, but fortunately it's over fast enough. After around 5 heartbeats of Namgyu trying to collect the pieces of himself, shattered into tiny puzzle pieces, he mumbles.
"What's wrong?" Namgyu drones.
As if a switch is flipped, Thanos sobs. Like, full on sobs. His chest flutters up and down against Namgyu's back, and he struggles to breathe. Namgyu can't tell if he's uncomfortable or sympathetic about this. Probably closer to something like pity. He's really pretty when he cries, though. Somehow.
"I'm straight." Thanos admits through blabbers, sniffling when snot starts trailing down his upper lip. Namgyu scoffs. He can't help himself, okay?
"Clearly not." Namgyu argues, irritation drenching his tone like a bucket of ice water. "You just fucked a guy, dumbass."
"But you look like a girl..." Thanos defends weakly.
"No I don't, dude. You know it's, like, okay to be gay right? In the big 25?" Namgyu huffs, trying to reach up to fix his hair but ultimately giving up when he realizes it's impossible to move his limbs when a bear is pinning him down. That should've been obvious.
"Not for someone as famous as me." Thanos grows snappy, pulling himself off of Namgyu. Finally. Namgyu flips onto his back in one quick movement, folding his legs over one another to shield something the other man already saw. Plenty of times. Touched it, too. It's a bit too late, isn't it? Still, he does it.
"Then why'd you fuck me in the first place?" "I'm drunk." Thanos offers.
"Not drunk enough to change your sexuality." Namgyu deadpans, narrowing his eyes with annoyance. Thanos' shoulders slump and he pouts, and against everything Namgyu stands for, he feels bad. He's pissed off at this guy and already regrets this whole night, but somehow he feels bad. Even just a teensy bit is enough for him to hate himself just a little more. Namgyu mumbles. "Was I just an experiment? To see how it made you feel?" Thanos doesn't respond, and doesn't look up to meet his eyes. Instead, he shakes his head 'no' lamely. Namgyu finds it hard to believe that. Whatever. He doesn't care at all. Whatever...
Namgyu sighs, breath wavering and shaky. "I need to take a bath."
He didn't say 'we', right? Roll the tapes, because this is stupid. Real stupid. Everything's so stupid right now. He scratches his nails into Thanos' scalp, lathering his purple hair up with his rather expensive green apple shampoo. To be fair, it's probably a quarter of the price of the kind Thanos has. Rich asshole, stealing all of his products. Stealing from the less fortunate! Purple dye and still-flowing tears hit the foggy bath water, tinting it a shade of lavender. Shampoo strails down Thanos' shoulders, making elaborate patterns and shapes, and Namgyu rinses the shampoo off of his soft hands with a quick shake under the water. He cups his palms and scoops up some of that same water, dropping it over the shampoo foam on Thanos' shoulders and watching it slip off. Into the water, where it belongs.
"You can rinse your hair now." Namgyu utters, brushing his fingers through his own drenched hair. Thanos ducks under the water and ruffles up his hair, and Namgyu watches the foam rise to the surface of the water. It sizzles, reacting with the liquid. Why's this guy still crying, anyway? He didn't point it out because he was sure that would just make all of this worse. If he's so upset about being into guys, why did he offer to share a bath with Namgyu? It wasn't even an offer, really, he just decided to join Namgyu. Even Namgyu splashing him in the face with soapy bath water didn't deter him. Thanos is more stubborn than him, and it pisses him off. The rich fuck gets what he wants and he wont take no for an answer. He doesn't wanna deal with this, he just wants to go home. Oh wait, this is his home. Can't even get peace in his own goddamn apartment.
Thanos breaks the surface of the water and rises back up, popping Namgyu's bubble of angry thoughts. He's facing Namgyu now, eyes red and puffy. Namgyu narrows his own, scrutinizing the man. He expects it.
"How dare you." Thanos states, and doesn't give any context after. Namgyu raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his slick chest. Again, he expected it. Don't know how, but he did.
"What did I do?" He hums, voice gentler than he intended. The water sloshes around Thanos as he moves closer to Namgyu, raising his hand up to hold his cheek. Gentle. He rubs his thumb into the inflamed red marks painting his cheeks, which he created not long ago.
"How dare you make me love a man for the first time in my life." Thanos frowns, though it doesn't feel sad? The word love scares Namgyu. It always has. He breaks their shared eye contact, instead staring at a specific water droplet on the bathtub's rim. Something to shift his focus onto. Thanos brings Namgyu's face closer, and kisses him. Gentle, again. A bit sloppy, but still. Gentle. Namgyu leans into it despite himself, sticky eyelashes fluttering closed. Thanos breaks it after about 6 seconds, smiling stupidly.
"Call me Su-bong, okay Namgyu?" Doesn't that feel a little too intimate? This was clearly just an experiment. How selfish of you to expect that much of me.
That's what Namgyu would like to say. It isn't what he says. He ignores the growing ache in his chest, different from the rest. Worse.
"Okay, Su-bong. Nice to meet you." He smiles feebly.
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Namgyu stares at a dark, orange-tinted canvas, one that's exhausted and foggy. It's been painted for 27 years, and it's growing dull and ugly. Isn't this familiar? He pulls the cord on the curtains, prying his tacky eyes open. He squints against the sun's glare filtering in through his window, which was clearly the culprit of his orange-tinted rest. His arms are curled up close to his chest like a t-rex, except just facing inward, and his legs are wrapped around each other like a pair of tangled vines draping off of the roof on an old house. His hair is spread across his pillow, painting a silhouette of some widow's mane. Just quite a bit shorter, and neater. He goes to rub his crusty eye, but stops himself. Well, he doesn't stop himself. Instead, his body does. A wave of ache and pain runs through his arm, and he winces. ..Huh?
He plants his flushed palms to the bed, and listens to his joints crack and protest while he pushes himself up to a sit. His legs stretch out and wail in silent agony, his lower back burns with the heat of a stone fire oven, the back of his head stings like a handful of needles and his jaw throbs with each mouth movement. He suddenly regrets moving at all, ouch. He runs his hand along his bare arm, then up to his shoulder, then finally ending at his neck. He gasps quietly with the pain his fingers bring, simply brushing against a few indents on his once perfectly smooth skin, spare for a few bumps and texture. He knows who did this. Exactly who. He cranes his body around, and just doing that causes little pricks of pain to shoot through his system.
Thanos- or.. Su-bong, lays on his side on the other end of the already too-small bed, facing away from Namgyu. His back tattoo is on full display, begging for Namgyu's attention once more. He snores quietly, purple mullet staining a big patch on his bed, (since Namgyu decided he wasn't worth sparing a perfectly good pillow), drool collecting in the corner of his lip and hands interlocked with one another. Pretty... isn't the word he'd use to describe him. Loser. A frown creeps it's way up Namgyu's face, and the regret fills his system. Though, Namgyu's mind is changed not long after.
The rapper adjusts with a big yawn. He rolls onto his back, murmurs the ravenette's name, reaches out fruitlessly a few times before he finds Namgyu's hand. He squeezes just two times, before relaxing and falling right back asleep. His gaze softens as he stares at the freak, cheeks dusting a light pink. Maybe. Just maybe, he doesn't regret it all that mu-
Nausea. Headache. Dizzy. It hits him all at once, wracking through his lean body like a tidal wave, or the worst day of withdrawal. He's been there before... He rips his hand away from Thanos' and hops out of bed, sprinting to the bathroom to avoid projectile vomiting all over his bed. Maybe just on the toilet seat instead. The only thing he earns is a confused grunt from the taller.
Regret...