Yo ho ~

–⦕Placing his glasses back upon his face Virus would chuckle  Sei was a precious boy wasn’t he? Quickly he’d blink letting the color adjust once more before he cast his gaze to Trip. The blonde didn’t have to put on airs for his not twin, && it was the one small blessing he was thankful for. He’d rise from the bed smoothing out his pants && shirt as he spoke.  ❝Well now that’s not fair. I’ll have to pay him a visit then. Can’t have Sei-san upset now can we?❞    ⦖– 

–⦕ ❝Because it’s quiet in here. I can think some. I guess I just passed out.❞  Virus would rise from the covers, glasses removed as he rubbed his eyes to wake. ❝You know I hardly sleep as it is. I think… ❞ He’d squint at his coil trying to see the time. ❝Looks like it’s been a few hours. You’ve been busy I take it then?❞ Not that he really cared but it was important to keep some information flowing between them. Can’t have one acting without the other.  ⦖–

–⦕He cracks a lid just barely looking at his not twin. Shame the silence of Trips room was broken by the owner. Virus could lay were he pleased it didn’t mean anything. He was simply tired && Trips room was closest. ❝You come into my room all the time unannounced, am I not allowed to go into yours?❞ ⦖–

As Aoba begins to nibble and nuzzle at his cock, Trip began to become annoyed. The moment that Aoba's lips parted slightly big enough for Trip slid down Aoba's throat, the blonde took the advantage. He grasped Aoba's hair, bucking his hips upward and slamming the bluenette down his cock. He moans as the pleasure of being covered in wet warmth sends a pleasure up his spine.

A smirk fills his face once Aoba gets onto his knees. "See, that's exactly where you belong." He snarks, a hand moving to grasp Aoba's hair firmly. "Oh, and if you bite it, I'll fuck you with prep." Trip comments, tugging the other's head back to look at him in the eyes. "Now, get to work and make it good." Trip knew Aoba got off to things like that - Aoba was his favorite fuck toy after all.

He bowed his head meekly and submissively. “…I-If you think I deserve it…” he finally said. 

He whimpered softly. “H-Hurts…” he murmured, pressing a bony hand to his forehead. He felt warm, unaturally so too. 

Virus pressed his lips to the other’s forehead as he slipped out of bed. Coming back moments later with food, he sat down gently at his side. “Come now, let me help you.”

He whimpered again as Virus spoke, slowly opening his eyes and trying to sit up, but not managing. 

"It'll be okay... You just need something to eat and drink and some rest, hm?" His voice continues to remain soft.

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"Get on your knees." Trip grunts out, leaning back against the sofa and spreading his legs to make room for the other. "Your mouth is about to be too busy to do much of anything." A snarky smile forms at Aoba as he waits for the blue-haired male to do as told.

He bowed his head meekly and submissively. “…I-If you think I deserve it…” he finally said. 

He whimpered softly. “H-Hurts…” he murmured, pressing a bony hand to his forehead. He felt warm, unaturally so too. 

Virus pressed his lips to the other's forehead as he slipped out of bed. Coming back moments later with food, he sat down gently at his side. "Come now, let me help you."

   “Fuck you,” Aoba comments mildly, aware that he is being a brat. The rattle of a bottle snatches his attention before he can deliver any more cutting words. His expression turns greedy, wanting. He reaches out as if to grab the bottle–    But he’s gotta pay first, right?    He grabs Trip instead, gripping his chin and pulling him into a harsh kiss. It doesn’t last long. He’s not here to be affectionate. “Y’know, sometimes I think the drugs are just your excuse. You just want me on my knees for you. Don’t ya?” 

The blonde immediately threads a hair through Aoba's hair. They weren't here to be playful and affectionate. They were here to fuck hard and fast. That's the way they liked it. "Maybe I do, not like you complain when you're on your knees." Trip commented, tilting Aoba's head back.

He bowed his head meekly and submissively. “…I-If you think I deserve it…” he finally said. 

He pressed closer to Virus’ body, taking some measure of comfort in being held, in being warm, even if it was all fake. 

Shit, he was getting a bit feverish, they’d need to feed him something tomorrow. Virus hoped that Aoba wasn’t getting sick.

With a sigh he rested his head against Virus’ chest, eyes slipping shut right away, and it wasn’t long before he’d drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning's light shown into his bedroom and Virus cursed gently. Rolling onto his side, he gently placed a kiss on Aoba's neck. "Hm... good morning, Aoba-san. How are you feeling?"

   Trip’s shameless as usual, Aoba notes without judgment. He smacks the yakuza’s retreating ass in retaliation before he can slink off to get the promised goods. By the time Trip returns, Aoba’s draped casually across the couch, posture relaxed but expression sharp. He tips his chin up and regards the syringes.    “Eh, I guess that’ll do,” he shrugs, but his gaze is yet to stray from the source of his promised high. “What, you think I’m takin’ anything with you around? I should just grab my freebies and leave.” His mouth twists, vicious and playful. Part of him - the filthy, debased part that gets off on his ‘payments’ - doesn’t want to leave. “Unless you got anythin’ better to offer me.”

"Don't be such a brat. You know we have only the best for you. You not take anything? That's funny." Trip commented reaching into his pocket to grab a bottle of pills. "We all know you like party drugs, Aoba." He shook the bottle at him, sitting down next to him. He wrapped an arm on Aoba's shoulders, holding the bottle close to his face. "Pay up and you get the whole thing." He purred into his ear.

   The place is familiar enough to Aoba. He’s been there enough times that the discomfort of being in another person’s house has worn off. It’s not like this place is a home anyway. Just a place to conduct ‘business’.     “Mm-mm. You don’t get anything ‘til I get stuff. You owe me freebies,” he reminds Trip, slinking to the couch to perch on the arm of it. He doesn’t move any nearer, just waits with an arched brow. “Cause you’re an asshole. Remember?” He’s grinning too now, not friendly but near-playful.

"Fine.. But only because you're our favorite customer." He winks, running a hand along Aoba's thigh as he walked past him to get the stuff. He comes back out with a few syringes and a bottle of a good amount. "This will do?" He commented, setting it down in front of Aoba in case he wanted to test it out.

   There’s no hesitation. Aoba impulsively follows. It’s not his first time trailing Trip ( or Virus, or both ) to get something nice. They’re usually as good as their word, so long as he pays up– in whichever way they’re after. Which is usually not money.    “Oh, yeah? What’s it gonna cost?” he asks, suddenly coy, like he doesn’t know what Trip’s getting at. “I think I should get a discount. I’m your favourite customer, right?” Were Trip to turn around, he’d find himself fixed with an expression that manages to be both sharp and suggestive.

"Maybe if you work twice as hard you'll get one." The blonde gave shrug of his shoulders as he opened up the door. Sitting on the couch, he smirked up as he draped his arms on the back of it. "Pay up first." He'd giving a teasing smile just in case Aoba wanted the drugs first.

   It’s not like Aoba’s ready to let his rage go. He likes being in a rage. But the whole crying thing resolved nicely enough into Sei doing his usual snuggling thing, so it’s not like any permanent damage was done. The prospect of free things is just tempting enough to calm him down.    “Oh? Make it a bigger dosage and I’ll think about letting you off.” He hasn’t gone to any parties lately– hasn’t wanted to. So he hasn’t had the chance to get his hands on anything. But he’s aching for a high. “After all, he cried real hard and I’m very upset.” He’s not looking upset. He’s grinning.

"Follow me then." He states the obvious as he stops to look over his shoulder at Aoba. "I'll give you as much as you want. Though, the extra is going to cost you something." A snarky grin is returned, wondering if Aoba would take the bait or not. After all, both blondes hadn't seen him in such a long time.

   “Don’t gimme that shit– you know what he’s like,” comes the immediate, dismissive response. Aoba’s always figured Virus and Trip are harmless enough, so he never bothers shoving his way into their friendship with his brother, but their sense of humour leaves something to be desired. He narrows his eyes at Trip.    “He started crying when he realised it wasn’t funny. Now, technically, it’s your fault my brother cried, so… How’re you planning on making up for it?” He’s thinking he might punch Trip. Kinda excited by the notion, actually. 

"Him crying probably wasn't Virus' idea. But, to make up for it, we have some of your favorite back in the stock. Maybe we'll give you a small dosage for free." He teased the blue-haired male, hoping that he wasn't going to get punched.