MedHound

"Danny?" Patrick muttered, holding onto the others shoulder from behind. He was run down, hair desheveled, face shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, blood on his lip from his anxious lip biting.

"Danny, im home." He said with a distant, unconscious smile on his face. He held Dannys shoulder from behind, Danny facing the counter. It was way past the time Patrick got home, he was sweaty and shaking, a spot of blood on his cheek Danny is sure is not his. Danny stood taller on his toes, licking at the spot of blood on his lovers cheek. Bateman ran his fingers through his oily hair, throwing his gloves and coat off and onto the couch, walking at a frantic pace with no direction or location in mind. Setting his briefcase down, staring at it for a moment before moving it somewhere else, that spot not seeming to be correct either. He set it down as Danny watched his frantic pacing.

"Danny. Danny, im not gonna make it." He spoke, feeling his pockets, checking his briefcase and seeming to not find what he was looking for.

"Why is that, honey?" Danny spoke softly, in a caring, almost parental tone. Patrick didnt reply, opening the medicine cabinet. He shoved his hand to the back, pill bottles varying from full to empty fell to the counter and floor. He paused, looking around, eyes landing on his xanax. It was at the very front of the cabinet, there was no reason to do all that. Danny tsked, shaking his head. He knew where this was going, what Patrick would do.. Its happened before and God would he let it happen a million times over. Patrick struggled to get the top off the bottle, eventually getting it, tossing the cap to the floor and downing the pills, coughing slightly as he chewed on them, gagging at the bitter taste of the pills breaking open in his mouth. He looked at the bottle, the bottles on the floor, Danny, forcing himself to swallow.

"They're gonna get me. They're.. On their way, Danny, you dont get it you stupid bitch.." He spoke quickly, words slurred and paused every other moment by a gag or cough, tears crowding his eyes. He threw the bottle at Dannys feet, gripping the counter as he swallowed again, getting the rest of the powder down his dry throat. Danny walked up to him slowly, planting his right hand softly on his trap and rubbing smooth circles with his thumb.

"That was dumb, baby.." His left hand snaked down the others tense arm, soft hand rubbing against Batemans bigger, calloused ones, forcing his fingers between the others, making him unclench his hand. His right hand, the one placed on his trap, moved to his hair, petting the now rather gross strands back and out of his face, then sliding his hand down to his mouth.

"You cant survive with all of that in you.. Open, okay? I'll help." Patrick hiccuped slightly, looking at Danny and opening his mouth slightly, letting Dannys fingers enter. Dannys fingers felt the inside of his mouth, kissing his neck, leaving the occasional hickey or bite. Dannys fingers running over wet tongue and perfect teeth. By the second knuckle Patrick was already struggling slightly, a small gag causing the tears to run down his cheeks. Patrick looked at danny with utter disgust, tears on his cheeks, and a sense of need. Dannys middle and ring finger pressed on the back of his tongue firmly, making Patrick gag again, biting down on Dannys fingers with his front teeth, hands gripping the counter impossibly harder. Danny kicked his heel to make him open again, pressing down firmly on the back of his tounge before pulling his fingers out, vomit, crushed and half disintegrated pills, and bile following close after.