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Nam-gyu stalks around the busy club, trying to ignore the way the bright lights and loud music make his head ache.
His eyes scour all over the colorful room, taking in all the different smells and the way people are shamelessly dancing like it's the end of the world.
He knows this feeling very well. He needs to get high.
Nam-gyu scoffs as he looks at the bar and sees people he doesn't recognize. Fuck. Where the hell is he? Thanos said he'd be here fifteen minutes ago. This is absurd!
He promised him drugs. Pills, specifically. Some "new shit" that Nam-gyu apparently "can't handle." Try him. Take one good look at his inner elbow then say that shit again. He can handle anything.
Nam-gyu groans frustratedly and runs a hand through his sweaty hair, trying to calm himself down. He pulls at the collar of his black tank top, trying to stop himself from overheating. He's stressed. He needs to get high, and he can't fucking find Thanos anywhere.
He adjusts his glasses and decides to lock in. "Okay," He mutters to himself, making his way back to the sea of people on the dance floor. "If I were a fucking dumb-ass purple-haired loser faggot, where would I be?"
He bumps into many people on the way across the floor, some not caring and some giving him dirty looks. Whatever. They can go fuck themselves. They don't know the situation Nam-gyu's in right now. Walk a mile in his pants, or whatever.
Then, he sees him. Wandering around the dance floor aimlessly, just like Nam-gyu is. Fucking idiot.
"Dude. Hyung!" Nam-gyu calls out, frantically waving his arms around in the hair as he rapidly approaches Thanos. He obviously doesn't hear him, deaf motherfucker, so Nam-gyu just yanks his wrist.
Thanos yelps, but calms when he sees who it is. "The fuck was that for, my boy?" He whines mockingly, leading Nam-gyu away from the dance floor. Thank god.
"I've been looking everywhere for you. Where the fuck-"
"I can explain, boy. Just listen- wait. Follow me first."
Weird. As fuck.
This is unsual behavior coming from Thanos. He's usually quick with his drug sales. They only ever do this shit when they're hanging out. It's mostly just Thanos leading Nam-gyu to a quieter place, or his bedroom, or even a dirty alley to suck his dick. Not even exagerrating.
Nam-gyu doesn't exactly know how or when they started doing that shit, but it was recent. It started out in this very club. Thanos got his ass fucking handed to him by two randoms because he got too drunk and cussed them out for apparently no reason. Typical Thanos. He's a fucking asshole when he's drunk.
So, Nam-gyu found him lying in an alley, groaning in pain. It lowkey made him discover something about himself, but he just brushed it off because he was a little tipsy, too. He picked Thanos up and practically dragged him to the bathroom in the way back with one toilet and no stalls, ignoring the weird stares they got.
There wasn't a line, thank god, so they went in. Thanos was fully concsious again, but still very drunk, so Nam-gyu had to be careful. He wet a paper towel and dabbed it along Thanos's face injuries. That was when it happened.
Thanos yanked Nam-gyu's hand away from his face and gripped the back of his neck, pulling him into a rough kiss on the mouth. Nam-gyu froze. He knew, he knew, he knew Thanos was drunk. He was drunk and maybe a little horny, but that's beside the point. He was drunk.
When he woke up on the couch in Thanos's apartment the next day, he was very quick to apologize. The man started fucking crying. Nam-gyu was fine with it, so he just told Thanos it was no big deal and that he was just drunk. Thanos said they should forget about the whole situation.
Until they didn't. Until it was just the two of them, completely sober, in Thanos's apartment, just hanging out because why not? They got bored. The movie they were watching had a pretty intense sex scene which got Nam-gyu all flustered and jumpy. Thanos noticed.
One thing led to another, they started...experimenting. That's what they call it. They never kiss or anything like that, but it's still somewhat fun. Leaves Nam-gyu on the edge of his seat every time he sees Thanos.
Like now, especially, Thanos leading him to that alley they always go to when one of them is selling. They get there, and, "How much?"
"Mm..." Thanos hums, checking his phone. "42,000 won."
Not bad. Nam-gyu takes out his wallet to collect the money, and-
Fuck. Where is it?
His money is literally not in his wallet.
Thanos must sense something's up, because he just kinda stands there, cross locket in hand, ready to give Nam-gyu some. But, Nam-gyu genuinely can't find anything of value in his wallet.
He's fucking cooked.
"Um," Nam-gyu sputters, unable to make eye contact with Thanos. This is so fucking embarrassing! How could he forget his fucking money? The one thing he actually needs for this? "I-I think I might've dropped-"
"It's okay, my boy," Thanos says with a smile, putting his hand on Nam-gyu's shoulder. There's no way. Is Thanos actually gonna give Nam-gyu shit for free?!- "Tomorrow's another day."
Fuck. What a waste.
"Damnit," Nam-gyu seethes, suppressing the urge to stomp his foot. He's not some fucking kidnergardener upset that he didn't get to choose what color crayon he got, he's a full grown man. It's just some random pills. He can live without then. "Yeah, whatever. Fuck off."
He will admit, he probably didn't need to add that last part, but he's so fucking annoyed. He literally came here just for those "special" drugs just for him to not have any money? The fuck's up with that? Bullshit. It's such bullshit. Everything's-
"Hey," Thanos mumbles, placing a hand on Nam-gyu's shoulder, snapping him out of his anger-induced haze. "It's okay. I'll give you a discount tomorrow, okay?"
Nam-gyu finally meets Thanos's eyes, and they actually look sympathetic. He feels like such a pussy right now. Especially when he says, "Okay. Sorry. Thanks, man." And nods.
"Anytime, my boy," Thanos says, loosely place the cross necklace in his pocket before turning on his heels. "See ya!" He says, but Nam-gyu doesn't answer. Because he heard the sound of metal meeting concrete and looked down to see the cross necklace, sitting there on the ground, practically calling Nam-gyu's name.
And Thanos, the dumbass, didn't even notice that it fell out of his pocket. But- that's beside the point. Now's his chance!
With a swift motion, Nam-gyu practically dives to the ground and scoops up the necklace, making sure no one's around to watch. Thanos is gone, so he doesn't have to worry about that.
He opens the locket, and there they are. Colorful and powdery, and Nam-gyu's drooling for them. He starts out with one small pink pill, plucking it out and popping it into his mouth. He dry swallows it and hits his neck a few times, making sure it goes down smooth.
Perfect. He knows the effects of drugs usually take a bit to kick in, but he already feels relieved. He considers placing the necklace back on the ground and wandering back inside like nothing happens, but-
"Fuck, I can't believe I-"
Shit. Busted.
Thanos is fucking back, staring at Nam-gyu like he just fucking stole his drugs. Because he did.
Nam-gyu stares into Thanos's eyes while Thanos stares at the necklace still fucking sitting in Nam-gyu's hand. And to make matters worse, it's open. There's no denying what happened.
Still, Nam-gyu can save this.
"Hey man, you dropped your-"
"Cut the shit."
Welp. That went well.
"I-I don't- I'm sor-" Nam-gyu sputters out because he's fucking panicking because Thanos is gonna fucking kill him, and-
Large hands grip his shoulders. Thanos is way closer now.
"Shut up, bitch. You don't take my shit." Thanos practically growls, shoving Nam-gyu back hard against the brick wall of the alley.
Nam-gyu gasps as Thanos gets close to his face, and he didn't even realize he dropped the locket in the process. Nam-gyu's eyes drift to the ground to see the fucking pills dissolving in a puddle.
Not good. Shit, shit, shit!
Thanos is gonna fucking freak-
"You fucking dumbass!" Thanos shouts, fisting Nam-gyu's. Yeah, he's cooked. But- Nam-gyu has a method he thinks might work.
"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" Yeah, no. That shit was dumb as fuck. Never let Nam-gyu think again.
Thanos slaps Nam-gyu across the face, hard. Nam-gyu groans at the impact, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek, but suddenly both his wrists are being grabbed and pinned above his head.
Oh, shit. Thanos- is he-
"Shut. Your fucking. Mouth," Thanos says, his voice low and gravelly as he leans in closer to Nam-gyu's face, so close that their noses almost brush.
Fuck. Nam-gyu can tell that Thanos is using everything inside him to not explode at Nam-gyu right now. Especially with how close he is now, he can see Thanos's eye twitching. And lips trembling, but-
He seriously didn't mean to look at Thanos's lips. Just, with the close proximity and intensity of this whole...situation, it just kinda happened. Not Nam-gyu's fault.
Thanos took it the other way. His lips, the lips Nam-gyu's been subconciously staring at for the past however long, twitch up into a small, cocky smirk.
"I-I can still...pay for them. The pills. However much you-"
"Shut up." Thanos says, and that's when it happens. He wraps one hand around Nam-gyu's neck and the other is still gripping his wrists, and he fucking dives in.
Thanos's mouth tastes sweet like always. His tongue is hot and so far in his mouth, and it's enough to get Nam-gyu's mind to be fucking quiet for once.
His legs nearly give out on him, but Thanos uses the hand wrapped around his neck to pull him back up, and it's cutting off his airflow in a way that has him moaning into Thanos's mouth.
It's- it's really fucking intense. It always is with Thanos, but this time it's just more...enhanced. It might be the fact that Thanos's anger is dominating the kiss, it could be the way Thanos's hips press forward and Nam-gyu can feel his cock getting hard through his jeans, it might be-
"Here's what's gonna happen," Thanos says, breaking the kiss but only a little. Their lips are still touching. "You. You are gonna get on your knees. You're gonna fucking take everything I give you, because I'm just- I'm not interested in your money anymore. I want you."
Say less. Thanos wants him. Thanos wants him!
Fuck. Thanos grinds his hips forward one more time, and Nam-gyu relishes in it because he's so fucking hard, but he's pushed down to his knees not even a second later. Cool. This is cool.
Nam-gyu looks up at Thanos as he sets a hand on the back of his head, slowly guiding him closer. "Stay still." He demands, and Nam-gyu does. The tone Thanos used made him not want to do anything else ever, so he just politely sits and waits as Thanos unbuckles his belt.
Thanos looks around to see if anyone's watching before pulling his pants and boxers down halfway. Not that he would care if anyone's there- all he seems to care about right now is punishing Nam-gyu.
Nam-gyu's quickly distracted by Thanos's fucking cock slapping him on the cheek. The piercings made it hurt a little, but Nam-gyu doesn't mind. Not one bit.
Shit. Damn, Nam-gyu forgot how fucking big Thanos is. He has to back his head away a little and place an arm on the wall for support just to reach the tip. It's a little degrading, being so fucking speechless over dick, but- that's the point, isn't it?
"Open up, honey. Let's make this quick."
Pet names. Shit. The only thing that's going through Nam-gyu's head is honey honey honey as he drops his jaw as wide as it'll go without him looking stupid.
Thanos is being generous today- surprising because he's literally trying to punish Nam-gyu. But, he just places the pierced head on Nam-gyu's tongue.
At this point, it's just muscle memory for Nam-gyu to close his lips and start sucking, so that's what he does. He feels his own cock in between his legs, so hard it feels like it's gonna fucking fall off.
He shifts forward a little, taking more of Thanos into his mouth, but also trying to- okay.
This is humiliating. He- he lines up his hips to Thanos's shoe and just grinds down.
Nam-gyu shuts his eyes and moans around Thanos's cock, his hips jumping with every small movement. He's so sensitive and the fact that it's Thanos's shoe, and his dick's in his mouth is just-
"Off. Stay focused. Be a good boy for once." Thanos's demanding voice interrupts Nam-gyu as he moves his foot away. Fuck! Nam-gyu forgot this was a fucking punishment.
Such bullshit.
Nam-gyu whimpers in protest, but lets his throat open up regardless. Whatever. He'll hopefully get what he wants later.
Thanos fists one hand into Nam-gyu's hair and places the other on the brick wall, holding himself steady as he slowly goes deeper and deeper into Nam-gyu's mouth.
Nam-gyu gags a little as the tip reaches the back of his throat. He can fucking taste the metal of the piercings, and his mouth is so full, and Thanos's cock is so hot.
"You're loving this, aren't you? So fucking filthy. For me." Thanos says through gritted teeth and groans, starting to fuck into Nam-gyu's mouth at a punishing pace.
Nam-gyu's moves his hands and places them on Thanos's thighs, praying that he won't fucking fall over like a loser. He hollows his cheeks, hoping to suck the soul out of Thanos, because he's paying for those pills and he feels like he needs to work for them.
"There you go. There you fucking go- taking me so good." The hand in Nam-gyu's hair gets tighter and tighter and it really hurts, but that's really in the back of Nam-gyu's mind.
Every time Thanos hits the back of his throat, Nam-gyu's dick starts to hurt more. Fuck this punishment shit- he can't keep his thighs clenched together forever.
He brings a palm down to his cock and presses down, hoping and praying Thanos won't notice. Tears fall down his cheeks immediately, and he has to hold in an obvious moan. Fuck. He's gonna come already.
"Fucking bitch, you little slut." Thanos growls, slapping Nam-gyu across the cheek. He doesn't direct his hand away, though, which wouldn't matter anyway, because the second Thanos's hand made contact with his face, he comes in his pants. Like a virgin.
Nam-gyu, forgetting about his dignity, shamelessy moans around Thanos's cock as he fucks faster than ever into his mouth, and Nam-gyu's seeing stars, spots, fucking fairies. He trembles all over and feels brusies forming on his knees with how hard he's pressing them into the ground.
He gags and sputters, and there's drool and probably snot dripping down his face, and every time his cock brushes his hand, or even his boxers, it feels good.
"-fucking whore, this'll teach you-" Thanos is just saying shit, but Nam-gyu can't hear. Can't, because Thanos just stopped moving, and he can feel his cum dripping down his throat.
Nam-gyu opens his eyes again, snapping back to the present, and focuses and swallowing it all, because he just wants to be Thanos's good boy right now. Maybe not later, but it's all he can think about.
"-fuck, yeah, good fucking boy." Yes. There it is. Nam-gyu looks up at Thanos once he's finished. He slowly pulls out of his mouth with a small pop and Nam-gyu coughs and wipes at his face, drying tears, drool, and snot. Gross.
"Up." Thanos breathes out, kneeling down a bit to hook his arms under Nam-gyu's armpits and pull him up. Nam-gyu grunts and tries to stand up, but his legs are too shaky. Thanos wraps his arms around his waist and presses him back up against the wall for stability.
"Good," Thanos breathes out, looking at Nam-gyu with fucking stars in his eyes. Nam-gyu's breath probably smells like shit, but Thanos doesn't back away. "You're so fucking good."
Nam-gyu smiles and chuckles awkwardly, looking down. What do you even say to that? Thank you?
"Um, did I-" Nam-gyu stutters, eyes drifting to the puddle on the ground, the pills now fully dissolved in the murky, disgusting water. The cross necklace is still there, safely next to the puddle.
"Did you what, baby?"
"Did I...pay enough? For them?"
Thanos pauses for a second before smiling. He huffs out a small laugh. "Of course. I already told you you were good. Very good. You give the best head ever. You should start selling-"
"Okay, okay, I get it." Nam-gyu scoffs. So embarrassing.
"Just wanted to make sure you knew." Thanos says before pressing a small, close-mouthed kiss to Nam-gyu's trembling lips. He pulls away before Nam-gyu can even react.
"Come on, let's go." Thanos says, throwing his arm around Nam-gyu's shoulder and pulling him off the wall.
Where they're going? Nam-gyu has no idea. What happens next? No clue.
His legs are still wobbly, and they're both walking pretty slow, but they're together, and Thanos said Nam-gyu was good. And called him a good boy. And! And, he properly paid for some pills.
Life is fucking great.