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OH HI WAT. msn writing again, minor editing for grammar and my shitty spelling-- LSKDH

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The time it took to get from point B (the supermarket) to point A (his apartment) could be measured by the amount of rain that caught on his umbrella. Toward the beginning of his Tuesday routine, the drops fell sparcely at the corner edges of his fabric tent-- two or three drops at most. As he came closer home, the water came down more and more continuously until it became some perfectly even lines.

In spite the regularity of the matter, however, Eelta paced pensively and gripped the plastic handle hard. Always, he very carefully eyed the city, expecting someone, or something to ruin everything for forever.

There was no reason in his own immediate memory for believing as he did.

What he did know was there was possibility, and his fear of chance made everything terrifying-- even a walk from point B to point A.

He would be home soon, he promised himself, stepping over the dark puddles, the damp pieces of paper mush, the forlorn weeds inbetween the sidewalk cracks. Eelta never forgets a promise.

And so he shuffled forward-- sometimes glancing to his side, and catching the shadowy steps of strangers, sometimes readjusting his collar and pulling it up as it slipped. His eyes remained downcast, a pair of green-blue things permanently fixated onto the wet, rain-smelling ground.

"Eelta, darling... Fancy meeting you here~," came a voice from an alleyway. Eelta paused, though he did not turn. His ears had registered the sound, though he couldn't place a face to it.

"Who are you and what do you want?" the man grumbled, intending, of course, to load as much venom into his demands as he could possibly muster. It was far more likely for a person to be dangerous than not. It was far more wise to be safe, than dead.

"I'm sorry" The Rs rolled as they tumbled forth, the notes wobbling up and down like a spinning top. "IIiiii didn't hear you, Eelta-darling. Didn't your grans teach you better than this! Humph~"

Eelta started. He made to speak, but very quickly shut his mouth as the voice and the figure came closer. "Eelta honey. Baby cakes, sugar lips."

A shiver crawled down his spine, and suddenly, he was aware of just how cold the tips of his fingers and toes were, though his feet were covered by a pair of good boots, and his hands were smothered with two carefully sewn glove layers.

But, just as Eelta decided yes, this situation was bad, and that he shouldn't be here for too much longer; just as he lifted his left foot to step out and away, the person was beneath his umbrella. By wordless reflex, Eelta pushed at it.

"Eelta..." it whined unabashed. "EeeeeeEEellta..."

"I've waited for so, so, so long. Too long Eelta," The breathy sweetness overpowered whatever pitiful, hurt quality it was attempting to make. This, and of course, the hands at his collar, forcing them down at eye level. His umbrella faltered, and a bit of the falling water hit at his head and slid down his face.

"But, now, Eelta sweetie... Now..."

Eelta noticed that it was a man-- small one, but still a man--, and he was licking his lips. "Now we can be one."

Eelta dropped his umbrella all at once, and ran. His heart beat in his throat, and he swallowed some water as he breathed through his mouth. The rain made his vision spotty, and his cheeks numb. From behind, he heard the stranger shout something as incoherent as the things around him.

He turned a corner, then another, his heels sloshing up water as he pivoted. Then, he slipped into a space between two buildings, to stop, to think and to hide.

As he thought, he slumped onto the ground, hoping that if he tried hard enough, he would be able to sink into the ground and disappear right into the dark expanse of his room. Eelta leaned his head onto his knees, and tilted his head forward. He rocked a little-- ebbing back then forth, and attempting to simultaneous rapid fire buzz in his ears, and to urge time faster.

He waited.

"Eeeelllttaaa~"

He scrunched into an even tighter ball. The rocking ceased. He sucked in his breath and turned away.

"Eeeelttaa... Come out, come out wherever you are~ Where are you, ba~by?"

A shadow came at the entrance of the walkway, forming a long line of black in the light. "Baby...."

He walked, or, rather, he stalked, his steps slow and deliberate, with one foot in front of the other. Eelta could hear those heels click against the ground-- just a notch louder than the pulse in his ear. They brought the figure closer to his hiding spot.

"Baby, won't you come out? This is awfully cu-ruuullee~ and I'm awfully ti~ired"

“Tiiiii~~irreedd" the stranger moaned, "TiiiiI~~irreddd"

Eelta bit his lip, and pulled his collar up over his mouth to stifle his breathing.

Yet, in spite this, a cold hand suddenly found its way to the back of Eelta's neck, yanking him sharply to the ground. He heard a crunch in his abdomen. He pulled back his gloves and made to shock the stranger still. Though, before he could, the other man had straddled him. Those fingers were on his throat now; the rain came in slow-motion drops from the tips of stranger's hair. Eelta gaped; then, he thrashed.

"Sssh.... Sssh..." The grip tightened, crushing his throat. Eelta quieted.

The stranger smiled at him. Instead of returning the gesture, he stared.

If it was hard to tell earlier whether this person was a female, or male, it was even more difficult up close and from this angle. The stranger's eyes were half-lidded and heavily fringed with some frosty coloured eyelashes. His lips and high cheek bones were dusted a rouge colour, and his hair-- short as it was-- seemed almost too soft to touch. Eelta turned so his eyes met the stranger's arm, and coughed, sputtering a little.

"Oh Eelta~ Aren't you going to be just a litt~le nicer to your Cat-zee-ehl? Hmmm?"

Catziel lowered himself as he squeezed at Eelta's throat, just so his lips barely touched at the skin. Then, Eelta felt a slow, hot gliding at his cheek. He grimaced. The tongue came down onto his jaw, then back up, before heard a small chuckle in his ear.

"You're such a tease! Oh, Eelta! What will we do with you?" The sensation was now at the shell of his ear.

"G-get off me shit-stain--"

"OH! Oh! IIiiiiII know. Just~ the~ thing~" Catziel shifted his weight on Eelta's stomach, and bounced slightly so that air was forcibly pushed from his lungs.

When Eelta turned back to Catziel out of morbid curiosity, he expected a weapon. He expected this stranger to kill him for what few dollars he had in his wallet, and he expected it to be slow, all-slicing, and bleeding. He seemed like the type.

Then again, Eelta thought everyone "the type."

Eelta was wrong. There was just a needle. It was unassumingly sharp, and gleamed. In the vial, there was a clear liquid. It seemed almost unreal-- even more unreal than the dagger Eelta had imagined. Catziel did not take a moment to test the syringe. Faster than any other thought that could have formed, Catziel jammed the point into his neck, forcing the substance under his skin.

He clenched his jaw and moved beneath Catziel's hands. He found that his mouth remained opened, and that his muscles laxed in spite his best effort. Catziel cocked his head, then, tentatively, he removed the grip at his jaw. As he did, his nails scraped at his collarbone, which tingled almost pleasantly.

Eelta heaved. His face felt warm and his heart began to slow into a low hum. "There," Catziel muttered, flinging the needle away. "I knew you'd come to your senses!"

FAST ACTING DRUGS ARE THE BEST KIND OF DRUGS

His mind swam. His head felt as if it were filled with more hot air and water than anything else, and what sounds Catziel was making became more distant and hollow, until it became just an echo at the other end of the tunnel. He heard 'I love you' somewhere in there. Maybe.

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They were suddenly in his apartment. Even in this state, eyes glazed like twin pearls, and limbs limp, tender, and immobile, Eelta recognized the familiar smell of newsprint and mildew. 

He hit the ground with a dull thud and, though he tried to lift himself against the impossible gravity, he toppled over his own weight; his arms like matchsticks, his body like lead.

Catziel crouched over him. He lifted Eelta's arm, and pulled off the covering of his left hand. There was a brief instance of cold-- from Catziel's fingers, from the stale air of his apartment-- then there was warmth, and saliva.

Eelta groaned and turned. Catziel's grip tightened. Eelta felt his palm against the other man's cheek. "Sssh.." He purred, caressing his knuckles.

The other glove came off in the same manner; now, both his hands met Catziel's lips and face. In-between the nipping and the rubbing a part of Eelta swore that the entirety of the situation must've been bad dream, a side-effect from whatever it is the blond had driven into his bloodstream.

When he felt Catziel tugging at his shirt, then his pants and boots, the smarter part of himself knew this wasn't so.

He shivered, feeling the fabric pass over his skin; the sensation, for whatever reason was amplified at least 10-fold.

Catziel ran his hands down Eelta's chest, and told him that he loved him again. Though he would later deny it, he thought at least the heat resonating from the other man was pleasant.

Catziel sat over him, straddling and rubbing at Eelta's pelvis with his ass. He blushed, and his head slunk to the side as Catziel took his hands-- intertwining their fingers, and leaned close so, this time, their mouths met. Everything felt soft. Catziel's skin was soft, those lips, the way his tongue came flicked in and out of his mouth. "Shall we?" Catziel asked, pulling back, and batting back a bit of Eelta's hair.

The answer came in haphazard slurs and mumbles, and, try as he did, Eelta only managed a brief, incoherent murmur. Catziel cocked his head, and smiling, took his head into his jaw into those too-soft hands, and urged a nodding motion.

"Good... Good... Well, Eelta. Dumpling. Lovebug. We musn't be to ea~ger~ You don't want to hurt me do you?"

A shake was forced out, left, right, no. Of course not.

"Oh darling~ Baby, precious, dar~ling. I'll be right back, okay? Don't you miss me too bad~"

Without ceremony, Catziel let Eelta's head drop, causing his ears to ring, and colours to burst behind his eyelids. Eelta trembled as the cold hit him all at once-- almost as if he had run into a wall of solid ice. The ground beneath him remained hard and unforgiving even as he rolled onto his side and huddled into himself.

From the kitchen he heard a chuckle. "Oh Eelta," Catziel called out, dragging something heavy forward. "Oh, oh poor baby... I'm so sorry. I'll make it all better~"

The dragging made a low vibration in the wood floor. Eelta blinked, hoping that the tears in his eyes would be sorted away back into his head. Instead, it made things worse, and his eyes stung a little.

Catziel halted right at Eelta's feet, then, taking him up by the sides, heaved him upright onto a chair. In contrast to the frost, those hands were akin to twin blazes. His heart fluttered, as the other man's nails brushed over his stomach, and lingered.

Catziel took his hands, kissed them once more, then pecked his lips. Then, he forced both arms over and back and bound them tight.

Eelta's head hung forward.

"All~lll better."

So tight, in fact, that he almost felt as if had they been a fraction tighter, his hands might've been sliced right off. He hissed, the sensation of blooming numbness amplified by the cold, and very likely, the shot.

Catziel crouched over, from this angle Eelta could make out the back of his head. His hair stood up in places.

Then, he felt something hot. Catziel muttered something again, though the utterance--whatever it could have been-- was drowned by a sudden surge of pleasure. He panted, his jaw hung slack. His toes twitched a little and he pulled on the bonds.

Catziel's hand came at the base of his cock, the other one drummed at his leg in an almost playful manner. He paused.

"Is this your first time, Eeel~ta?" He made out.

Catziel used his tongue now, coating his dick with saliva, before taking the entire thing in his mouth. Eelta moaned and shut his eyes. The mouth came up and down, and Catziel sucked and squeezed every other half minute, until, with a small sigh, he pulled back.

Eelta shuddered and twitched his legs inward, attempting to hide himself. Somewhere, beneath the thick jacket of desire and want, there was also guilt and fear-- especially the latter.

Catziel grasped onto his knees, locking them still.

"Mmm... Now now, Eelta... Let's not make this difficult."

He climbed over onto him. Catziel pulled Eelta's head to his chest, and pet his hair. Eelta's cock rubbed right at the other man's cleft. "You want this. You want me. You want me so much, don't you?" He grinded, teasing him.

He lowered himself slowly, and Eelta trembled as Catziel took him. The other man adjusted himself, legs brushing against his sides. Then, he lifted Eelta's head again, thumbs to his cheeks. "We are one, Eelta. You're inside me." He smiled, and kissed him. Eelta whimpered; Catziel pushed their mouths closer, and harder.

Catziel moved, up and down, shifting the angle and observing when Eelta gritted his teeth, or called out, or cringed. Each shift illicited some reaction. "Oh Eelta~" Catziel cried out, "Yes, right there, nnn~ More~, more."

His hands tilted Eelta's head a little to the right; he ran his tongue along his neck. Eelta breathed slowly, lacking the strength to do much else.

Catziel quickened the pace, desperate and uneven; his grip laxed, and he had taken to embracing Eelta, and whispering in his ear.

Eelta came first with a low, his mind half-blank from pleasure, and half-dazed from the drug. Catziel continued to rock his hips, humming a little under his breath; Eelta felt something thick, and creamy hit at his stomach. "Ah, Eelta~ You were so good." Another kiss. "So, so good." Another kiss, this time with tongue.

"Let's do this all the time, forever, and ever."

Catziel let his head fall and pulled back.

Tired, Eelta slouched over again. His bones ached; his muscles and mind felt sore.