Willy

[tempting_the_fates]

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Nyx looked unsure, then nodded, climbing off his lap and following after him.

This was a shit idea. He was sick, he shouldn't be putting poison in his body as well. ...But nothing sounded more tempting than this. He didn't want to think or feel. He wanted to switch off.

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[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx could feel himself getting worked up, struggling to keep it all pushed down and under control.

"I don't want to die alone in some hospital bed, Will. Promise me I won't."

[willysilver]

"That will never happen," he promised.

"And it's definitely not gonna happen tonight. Lay back and let them work," he told him.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx lay back slightly, the world around him going a bit softer. It was lovely, the way he seemed to just stop caring bit by bit.

True bliss.

[willysilver]

As Nyx relaxed, Willy slowly undressed him with tender hands.

"It's better, right?" he said softly.

[tempting_the_fates]

"It's better," Nyx said softly, nodding a little. "This is better."

[willysilver]

Willy didn't stop until Nyx was in his pants, every muscle soft and warm as the drugs coursed through him.

"I could sing you to sleep," he offered as he finally laid down next to Nyx.

[tempting_the_fates]

"You could kiss me," Nyx said softly, curling up against him. "Touch me, sing to me..."

[willysilver]

Willy gathered him close and kissed his hair.

"I can do that," he said quietly.

He kept everything slow and soft as Willy kissed him and petted him and sang him a sweet folk tune about a girl and a boy meeting at the well. It was long, more verses than most people could remember. SOme verses he'd made up himself. A silly little song to lull Nyx into peace.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx fell asleep not long after Will started singing, curled up againt the other man and out cold.

[willysilver]

He snuggled and sang until it was clear Nyx's wish was granted. He was out, the drugs obliterating the fear and worry of the diagnosis.

He got up, leaving Nyx to sleep it off in Willy's bed. He went to the kitchen to get food, tossed in laundry, watched telly. He knew Nyx would be out for a while.

He watched Nyx's screen come to life with a call. Hex. The ringing stopped, and shortly a voicemail chimed. Then a text.

Willy knew Nyx wouldn't be able to keep it secret. It was going to be tabloid fodder.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx slept hard, but when he woke up the dread was back, creeping up on him, the feeling settling in his gut.

Dragging himself out of bed, he didn't even pull on a robe as he went shuffling off to find Willy.

"Hey," he said quietly. "I, um... I don't suppose you have something else I could take?"

[willysilver]

"Up or down?" he asked from where he was chilling on the sofa, a roach in the ashtray and three empty beer bottles on the table.

He muted the tv.

"I've got whatever you need," he grinned at him.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Down," Nyx said, wandering closer. "I want to sleep more. Just a little longer."

[willysilver]

"What do I get for it?" he asked, beckoning Nyx closer.

"Plugs get paid, y'know," he purred. "Only your first nap is free."

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx looked surprised, wetting his lips and moving closer.

"How much do you want? I have money," he said, assuming Will was looking to get paid. "Name your price."

He didn't want to think or feel- Being numb was worth it.

[willysilver]

Willy settled back into the sofa and popped open his fly, then dragged down the zip.

"I don't want your money. Don't be stupid," he snorted, offering Nyx a devilishly charming grin.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx watched him, and though he'd done this a million times, this time it made him a bit queasy. He knew he could just walk away, but then he'd be alone with his thoughts, and right now he couldn't imagine anything worse.

So instead he carefully dropped to his knees between Will's thighs, sliding his hands up his legs and then moving to free his cock.

[willysilver]

Willy watched him, silent as Nyx freed his cock and got to work. He pushed his fingers into the other man's hair, nails raking his scalp.

He wondered how long til it all fell out and he tried to picture Nyx without hair.

With his mind wandering there, nothing Nyx did got him aroused at all.

"Sucking dick after one dose," he sighed in disappointment. "I dunno if I should give you anymore."

Disappointed in Nyx... he was willing to start an argument. Flaccid because he was sad...was not going to be discussed. He wasn't even going to give Nyx a chance to ask what was wrong.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx looked hurt, pushing Willy back against the couch and awkwardly struggling to his feet.

"Fucking asshole," he muttered, stumbling a bit, then righting himself before storming back to his room.

[willysilver]

That...was actually not bad.

Willy took a deep breath, dropped his head back, and closed his eyes. He'd been doing so good not thinking about it.

"Fuck," he sighed, tucked himself away, and got up to go get Nyx something to fuck him up for a few solid hours.

When he had the vial and the needle, he knocked on the closed door.

"Ding dong. Avon calling," he said, loud enough to be heard.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Fuck off," Nyx said.

He had his guitar out, but he couldn't seem to play. He'd start, play a chord or two, then stop again.

[willysilver]

"Do you want this fucking dose or not?" Willy snapped back.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx put down the guitar and opened the door, looking tired and angry.

"Want me to bend over first?" he asked sharply. "Not bad enough I'm sick, you want to humiliate me too by waving your flaccid cock around? You don't want me, that's fine, plenty of people do," he assured him, moving to shut the door again.

[willysilver]

Willy reached out and shoved the door back open and stepped inside.

"Shut up," he said, tossing a strip of rubber at him.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I don't want your shit, Will. Not if the cost is my dignity," Nyx snapped back.

God knew he wasn't going to have much of that left soon. He'd seen how cancer could destroy someone, had watched it chip away at his sister, bit by bit. Dad had never been in the picture, and mum had passed too young. Rose had basically raised him herself- And then he'd gotten to watch as the sickness and its supposed cure had taken her from him too. He'd watched her fade, from bright and wonderful, full of life, to a shell of the woman she'd once been.

And then she was just gone.

The strip of rubber landed on the floor, and he couldn't help but stare at it. He'd never been good at shooting up, needles made his hands unsteady. He'd always had to ask someone to help.