from hereNyx 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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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"Do you want this fucking dose or not?" Willy snapped back.
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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.
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Willy reached out and shoved the door back open and stepped inside.
"Shut up," he said, tossing a strip of rubber at him.
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"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.
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"You left your dignity in that doctor's office," Willy replied, quiet and not unkind, but a painful truth.
He got the words out without his voice breaking, though his eyes burned and welled up.
He knew what Nyx was in for.
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"I can't do it myself," Nyx said quietly. "I'm not good with needles."
He should be telling him to fuck off, to get out- But the idea of being alone was worse than the idea of letting himself fall back into bad habits.
He should call Greg, he should call... Hex.
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"You never have been," he said as he moved closer to pick it up.
He let it dangle from his fingers.
"If you really want it, sit down. Give me your arm," he told him.
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Nyx watched him for a moment, and then slowly sat down.
Bad choice. Wrong choice. He could feel it in his bones.
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Willy sank to his knees, spread Nyx's thighs, and moved in closer. Reaching for his arm, he knew which vein was easiest for him to find.
He wrapped the rubber around Nyx's bicep, tied it off with a twist and a snap, then picked up the vial of god-only-knew what sort of pharmaceutical and the needle.
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"They're doing all sorts of blood work," Nyx said awkwardly, still painfully aware that this was a bad idea. Though he didn't say no, didn't tell him to stop
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Bang bang bang. Bang bang bang.
Willy's head jerked to the door, then looked at Nyx. He wasn't expecting anyone.
Silence, then Nyx's phone chimed.
Are you home? Boss news!!!!!
Bang bang bang.
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Nyx pulled off the band, leaving it in Will's hand as he awkwardly rushed to the door. He was pale and unsteady as he pulled it open.
Though as he found himself face to face with Hex, the reality of it all slammed into him again, leaving him a bit breathless.
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Hex was breathless and full of energy...until he saw Nyx and it all fell.
"Aw, hell. You sick?" he asked, reaching to feel his forehead. "I'm sorry. I should have called."
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Nyx still couldn't bring himself to speak at first, letting Hex rest his hand on his forehead, and leaning into his touch.
"Cancer," he finally spat out, the word just hanging awkwardly between them with nothing else to support it.
"They did some blood work. It's cancer. That's... That's what's been wrong with me."
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Hex blinked a couple times and tilted his head, as if it were the first time he'd ever heard that curious new word.
"Not really, though, right?" he asked, more scared than anything. "There's got to be a mistake. A mix up..."
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"Leukemia," Nyx replied, pausing a beat before adding. "I've got an appointment next week to talk about treatment."
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"Leukemia," he repeated.
A moment later his arms shot out and he pulled Nyx into a tight embrace.
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Nyx was startled, standing stone still at first, and then slowly melting into the embrace.
He hadn't realized how badly he needed this.
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