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[gabriele devia .]

pure bliss, deep in his veins, throbbing through his mind and invading his senses so
strongly that gabriele felt quite sure the wall was the most interesting texture he had
ever experienced. fingers caressed the soft bumps in the wallpaper, the tall italian
boy's eyes glazed as he pressed his cheek against it, murmuring softly in italian to
himself. he chuckled richly, gripping at the wall and groped along it, reaching the
window. the school was very aware of gabriele's drug problem, which is why he had
been given his own room. it was also common knowledge around the school that
gabriele was 'easy' and a bit of a slut for other men. what they didn't know was that
gabriele had been a whore in a brothel on the streets of rome since he was five
years old and that his prowess with his mouth was from years of experience and
taking more meat than someone on the atkins diet. so it wasn't highly unusual for
just anyone - someone looking for sex or for a hit - to wander into this boys room,
which was why his door was left unlocked at all times. that and he had a panic
button beside his bed for those occasions when he did overdose, when several
nurses would rush into his room and throw him in a cold shower and do other such
things to stop him from dying. it wasn't their job to clean him up, and as long as he
kept his problems out of the paper and kept competing in his fencing competitons
and winning, he would always have a place here. he was determined to keep his
life on track as fast as he was killing himself with heroin, the telltale stained needle
resting on his bed at that moment proof of how much hold it had over him. he had
been taking heroin since he was 13 years of age, given to him by one of his clients
in an attempt to calm his nerves after a particularly...odd request. oh,they had loved
him there, his long, lanky body long enough to fool police into thinking he was old
enough, his body skinny enough to keep him tight where it mattered no matter what
they did to him, his face relatively unscarred and his skin as smooth as a babies..

yes, they loved him, and he hated them. it had taken him so much to escape, his
master had even tracked him here and stabbed him forcefully in the stomach to
stop him reaching the school. even before he had reached this bedroom, the staff
knew what they were getting into with gabriele, but it didn't matter. they had the best
of everything here, including medical staff - though they regularly offered gabriele
rehab, they were insistent that there was no point in him doing it unless he wanted
to as it would require a lot of willpower. which he lacked. gabriele cranked the music
up on his stero to deafening levels, he staggered to the window and picked up his
cig packet, slipping a white stick between his lips and sparking up. the smoke alarm
had long since been removed in his room after he had set it off numerous times, to
the annoyance of staff and fellow students alike as they had to traipse to the fire
safety yard. almost spitefully, he blew smoke up at the unpainted circle on the
ceiling where it had been, accidentally dropping ash on to his bare chest. feelings
detached, he merely looked at his new burn before brushing it off and stamping it
into the carpet with a bare foot - another burn. gabriele was wearing nothing more
than his boxers, window now cranked open so that chilling air swirled into the room,
raising goosebumps on his arms. gabriele had no tattoos, unless you counted one
which was well hidden under his hairline, a mark of shame which had been branded
on to him when he was just four years old to mark his sexual slavery. he didn't talk
about it unless you were someone he trusted. there were only two people he really
knew here, though he was acquainted with the majority of people on at least a first
name basis. the two he knew well were the yates brothers, leonardo and demetri;
he was screwing them both, though he plainly preferred leonardo, his little 14 year
old lover. he was developing feelings for that boy which he refused to process in his
mind, blotting them out with drugs and more drugs and meaningless sex. the elder
brother, demetri, who was about his own age, was his dealer. gabriele had no
money, so no prizes for guessing what he traded with for his heroin.

gabriele shuddered, hanging his head out of the window. he contemplated shouting
at the passers by just for the heck of it, then decided against it, coming back inside
and shutting the window with a bang. yawning, he shifted his gear on to the floor
from the bed, and collapsed on to the soft sheets, his back arching away from the
satin as his shoulders slid along it, pressing his cheek against the pillow. "mmm.."
he offered to no one, pleased by the feeling. he was snapped out of his trance as
the door opened, but took a moment to open his eyes. "hello..." he drawled.

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[emily palmer]

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'How did it get to this?' Emily wondered. She had already spent the weekly allowance her parents sent her and had resorted to what she called, her "part time job". Delivering drugs wasn't much of a job but she received a small sum of the profits the deal got, not a lot but enough to get her a little of whatever she wanted. She'd gone over her limit while using her credit card so this was her last resort. As she entered the boys dorm she fixed moved a loose strand of hair out of her eye. She was possibly going to be in the presence of some cute guys, and was maybe even delivering the drugs to someone cute. She couldn't think of that now. This was business and she needed to get it done. As she walked up the stair to the second floor, Emily thought how her life was going. She wasn't desperate for money, she wasn't going to go hungry if she was out of cash, but it helped her feel secure. Sure, she splurged whenever she went shopping and spent a lot whenever partying, but it was the only thing keeping her and her parents connected. It's been about a month since they all talked together and she liked that.

Everything would be perfect if she didn't talk to her parents, they gave her an endless supply of money, she didn't have to suffer hangovers anytime she partied, and if she wasn't in the public eye. It's was hard being fake most of the time, but at least she knew she'd be a good actress if soccer didn't work out. She giggled at the thought. Soccer was her passion, her life, and one of the only things that she loved. Whenever she played it, she felt free and didn't care what anyone thought about her, as long as they were impressed. "What room was it again?" Emily said under her breath. Her eyes scoped the hallway of dorms, confused but as she put her hand against a door knob she knew. "The one with the door unlocked." She turned the knob and quietly stepped in, hoping it was indeed, the guy she was looking for, laying half naked on their bed. She suddenly felt nervous. There laid a boy, half naked who might not even be the boy she was looking for and she was standing in his door way, hand in her pocket clutching a heroin needle and fully dressed. Emily had a suddenly remembered the name her boss told her. "Gabriele?"
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[gabriele devia .]

it took a moment to distinguish the form in the doorway into a girl, probably shorter
than him, not that he could tell from this position, his head tilted back and his hair
partially in his mouth. he spat it out dryly, cringing at himself. smooooth. running
his fingers over his face, he tried to get his head working enough to respond to her,
sitting up shakily. he took a deep drag on his cigarette, flicking the ash into an
ashtray beside his bed and allowed his hair to fall in front of his eyes. the girl was
asking if he was gabriele as if she didn't know and, for a moment, he contemplated
messing around with her and telling her he wasn't himself, though in the long
run that wouldn't do either of them any favours - neither would heroin, but he was
long past lectures and, more to the point, willpower. running his fingers through his
hair, he blinked up at her, his blue eyes unfocused momentarily. "mmm. yeah, that
is me." he answered, his italian accent as heavy as his eyes were lidded at that
moment in time. he yawned again and looked at her questioningly. he
wasn't being rude, it was just that he received so many visitors to his room these
days he no longer knew which were for business and which were for pleasure. sex being
business and drugs being pleasure. how did it end up like that, where he found more
pleasure in a needle than another's flesh? just another sign of addiction he supposed,
and years of desensitisation to touch.

"what are you here for, bella?" he asked
softly. he didn't venture her options, if she had come here it was likely she knew exactly
what he did for a 'living'. getting up, he noticed the burn on his chest and grimaced,
going over to his drawer for a small first aid kid. another of his 'talents' was patching
people up from injuries they might not want a staffmember to see; broken knuckles
from underground boxing matches, rapes, even someone who had utterly fucked
up their nose from snorting too much cocaine - he'd seen it all. yes, it might be
daunting to be patched up by someone who was too high to see their own hand half
the time, but his skills seemed to be as fast and precise as when he fought on the courts,
especially with a needle, quick and deft so that you were finished before you thought you'd
begun. gabriele reached for a small tube of burn salve right now, though, spreading it
over the small circular burn on his upper torso. next, he crossed over to his cd player
and knocked the volume down a few notches so that he could actually talk to this
girl without having to scream like a banshee. "sorry. did you say something?"
he asked, stretching out his torso vertically, arms clasped above his head.

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[emily palmer]

"mmm. yeah, that is me." Emily smiled nervously. She suddenly realized who Gabriele was. She never spoke to him until now, but she heard of him. Good looking boy, amazing fencer, a drug user, and to put it nicely, promiscuous? All of this she had heard, not seen of experienced but who really knew? Emily put all the gossip at the back of her mind and focused on what she was here for. She walked into his room and closed the door. This was business, nothing else, but.. Emily couldn't help notice how attractive he was. "what are you here for, bella?" Just as she was about to answer, she watched him get a first aid box out. Emily was confused to say the least, until she noticed the burn mark on his chest.

She was intrigued. She could barley stand the sight of a needle, let alone a scar. Things like that made her squeamish but she wasn't about to say anything. It was interesting since, Gabriele was apparently an amazing fencer and now his own personal doctor. 'Oh yea, business.' She thought. She proceeded to move more into his room and thought about speaking, but noticed he turned the cd player on. She wasn't going to interrupt but pulled the heroin needle inside a bag, out of her pocket. "sorry. did you say something?" Emily bit her lip. "Uhh, no.. I just.. Demetri wanted me to deliver this to you." She said nervously. For some reason it wasn't hard for her to talk to people she's never met, unless she was giving them drugs. On top of that, she was nervous, like she always was by the end of her visit. "He was busy and couldn't do it in person so... He sent me." She said while smiling nervously.

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[gabriele devia .]

gabriele grinned a little when he saw how shy she was, fully intending to make her
quite uncomfortable. he wasn't a bad guy, he just loved making girls squirm, in all
senses of the word. well. it was his job to be a whore, after all. gabriele crossed
over to his cupboard and took out his sabre, slipping it out of its sheath and testing
its flexibility and cut, by swinging it through the air. he tested it at least twice a day,
obsessively so, even when he was fucked out of his brain on heroin like right now. a
bemused smirk raised on his features as he watched her in the mirror while he
sorted out the burn on his chest, he shrugged. "something of a secondary job."
he explained, his italian accent thick and heavy at that moment in time. he had
been born and raised, if you could call his upbringing that, in rome, a place he
dared never return to. he was notorious there; the child prostitute who ran up
huge drug debts, got famous and ran away, only to be tracked down by his master
and stabbed. they thought the wound had killed him, thankfully. but somehow he
knew that one day, they'd be back, and he'd pay. the thought gave him chills even
now - he had always been an obedient slave, for really, that's what he had been. a
whore and a slave. now, he was on his own with no one but himself to save his
own ass if he fell. though leo offered to help, he couldn't let him do that. he
wouldn't put another persons life on the line, especially not when that person had
offered him a home for the summer so he didn't have to sleep on the streets like
he had done last year. it hadn't been that bad - he'd been unconscious for the
majority of the time, laid out in some back alley off his face. it wasn't like being
raped wasn't something he'd suffered before, so it didn't concern him much. was
it possible to rape a whore?

an eyebrow perked as she produced a heroin needle, causing him to get up
quickly and take it from her, slipping the needle into a leather case he used
just for preprepared needles. his gaze darted back to her for a moment, teeth
caught between his lip. this could be interesting, possibly even safer than normal.
"demetri...does he want me to pay you, or should i find him to pay him?" he
asked, quite aware that she probably knew what that payment was - sex. demetri
was fabulously wealthy - the only thing gabriele had to offer him was his body and
considerable experience in pleasure. the only problem with the arrangement was
that demetri was, to be polite, particularly well endowed, and he liked to humiliate
gabriele and cause him as much pain as possible. their last encounter had left
him bleeding and ashamed as he'd collapsed into his bed only to be comforted
and cleaned up by leonardo, who had told him then and there that he loved him.
it was difficult, because although gabriele did love leonardo, his duties still
remained. he had no choice to offer sex to anyone willing to pay his rates - he
needed the money, and would not let leonardo support him. whore or not, he still
had a sense of pride, warped though it was.

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[emily palmer]

Emily watched as Gabriele brought out his sabre. If he was trying to keep her nervous he was doing a good job. Most of the people who she delivered where usually high off the previous drugs they bought of tried to seduce Emily. She often rejected them, only to have sex on her own time and not during her so called "job". She almost always kept her composure in every delivery but this was different. He was different. As far as Emily could tell, she hadn't met someone like him. Many wouldn't dare to make the daughter of famous actress Callie McDonald-Palmer feel how she was feeling now. Many wouldn't even try because of her good girl act.

She thought of taking a step back when he took the needle out of her hands. In her experience some drug users were very possessive to their drugs, but Demetri handled those or they didn't deliver it do them. "demetri...does he want me to pay you, or should i find him to pay him?" Emily took few steps then sat on the edge of Gabriele's bed. She always had to bring the money back to Demetri and have him split in, unevenly of course. Even though it wouldn't be smart, it would satisfy her need for money or anything else the boy had. "He wants you to pay me and him. You could pay him later, since I'm already here." She said. She didn't feel that bad lying to him. Even if it did come back to bite her in the ass she'd be content. For now.

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[gabriele devia .]

he really wasn't aware that she was uncomfortable, though it was doubtful
that he would have cared. anyone who had simply had their life handed to them
on a plate held no interest for him whatsoever. in fact, he resented them.
his whole life had been a barrage of abuse and just trying to survive from a
to b. that was why he was still painfully thin, his wrists resemblant of
twigs rather than of a viable part of anyone's body. his height merely added
to his gauntness, his visible anorexia and his junkie appearance. he wasn't much
concerned about how he looked, usually too high to give a shit about much.

he sensed her need to step back as he took the needle from her, a small, smug
smile gracing his lips at the response. was she actually scared of him? well,
that was a first. he had never had anyone actually fear him before, drug
addict or not. it was quite a thrilling experience. not that he would hurt her
of course, he wasn't a bastard, just a bit messed up.okay, a lot messed up but
that was far beyond the point. she moved over and sat on his bed, causing him
to perk an eyebrow as he awaited her reply. he shifted over and sat beside her,
wearing only his boxers as it was. so, demetri wanted him to pay her, then him.

it was just the kind of thing demi would do, humiliate him by showing other
people just how badly he craved the drugs, that he was willing to sleep with anyone
to secure his supply. "okay." he said simply, not wasting time with niceities -
this was a business deal, pure and simple. moving over, he pulled her close and
crushed his mouth against hers in a heated kiss, his hands already stroking
up her sides under her top.

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[emily palmer]

Emily looked down towards the floor when Gabriele sat down beside to her. Sure, she might have to deal with the consequences of taking a bigger sum of Demetri's profits but she was going to deal with the problem when it came to the light. Gabriele did sound like he knew Demetri, as business partners if nothing more, but she didn't think he'd tell him. Her thoughts disappeared when he kissed her. It wasn't just a regular kiss. More like the kisses she endured whenever she was about to have sex with someone. She returned the kiss with the same amount of passion but was now completely confused. 'Why?' The question repeated its self as he stroked her sides as they kissed. She couldn't deny she was attracted to him but this was strange. Where was the money? That was the only reason she came to his room in the first place. Deliver drugs, get money, get out. Somewhere in her now casual routine, something got messed up.

As she took off her shirt, reveling a black bra with pink laced skulls all around, she kissed him again. "So.." She said taking a breath."Are you gonna pay me now or after we're done?" She couldn't help feeling bad. The constant hook ups and one night stands with guys she barley evens knows was making her exhausted. She wanted to be a regular girl who went on dates and only had sex with guys she really liked or loved, but she felt like she couldn't. She felt like she couldn't do anything a regular teenager could and that made her pissed. Her feelings were replaced by anger, at her parents. If she couldn't be the person she wanted to be without pretending to be someone she's not, she'd be the person her parents hated. As she waited for a Gabriele's response she started to unlatch her bra.

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[gabriele devia .]

this was nothing more than a business transaction to gabriele; he could never
'cheat' on his boyfriend, leonardo, not in the sense that mattered. leonardo was
well aware of his arrangement with his brother and, while he didn't like it, they
were both painfully addicted to the heroin which demetri supplied. they had gone
through withdrawal for almost a week and it had almost killed them, or at least it
had felt that way. all because demetri hadn't felt like supplying them, even after
taking payment. he was sick like that. there was something odd about this situation
though, the way she seemed shocked when he kissed her. granted, she quickly
adjusted to the situation, kissing him back. perhaps she had just expected him to
ease into things? he never worked like that. he didn't even usually kiss people; only
when they were aware that he had absolutely no feelings towards them. this was
simply something he did, either requesting cash payment or as payment for drugs.

he scanned her figure as her shirt came off, appreciating it even though he wasn't
coming on to her - she clearly worked out, and as an athlete himself, he could see
her dedication. he himself was underweight, not quite gangly but definitely
resemblant of a stick figure. his long legs only gained size around his upper calves,
mainly muscular from holding the stance in fencing before lunging at his opponent.
gabriele blinked as she asked if he was going to pay her now or after, pulling back
instantly to scan her face intently, reading her features. was she joking? no telltale
smirk at the corner of her lips, only a hint of confusion. he looked as she started to
unlatch her bra, moving away a bit. "clever girl, huh? think demetri will really let
you get away with trying to rip him off?" he said, his eyes suddenly cold. he
abhorred being conned. he didn't care if this embarrassed her, he was on his feet,
lighting a cigarette in moments. "sweetheart. your plan almost worked, except for
one thing. i don't pay demetri in cash, i pay him in cock. i would have thought that
my reputation might have at least hinted that fact to you. i'm sponsored, i came off
the streets. i don't have the cash to pay for my heroin addiction. demetri and i made
other arrangements. if you want me to fuck you, i'll expect full payment."

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