FUCKED; [demetri]

[gabriele devia .]

gabriele was fucking exhausted. his last batch of heroin had kept
him up all night and now he was paying for it. he had just gotten
in from a tournament and it had taken all of his energy to win the
damn thing, taking an accidental hit to the neck with the side of a
sabre. it had left a whip mark going round the back of his neck, a
burning welt which the nurses had tended to but really had no
cure. it was one of the risks of the game; a shoulder shot could
easily skip under the mask and make a small cut. but, from the
positioning of this cut, gabriele knew for a fact that the bastard
had deliberately intended to slash his neck open, it had been
whipped round in a way which looked like a mishit to the judges
but was painfully obviously an attempt at sabotage. damn french
fighters. ok, so that was a tad racist, but gabriele was not feeling
in the best of moods right now, cream smeared over the welt but
otherwise untreated. he sat down with his food and picked at it
distastefully - he suffered a distinct lack of appetite due to the
drugs and his years of sevice in the italian brothel, his only meal
there being one plate of pathetic broth a day. it was partially why
he was so underweight. it wasn't like he was intentionally
anorexic, but he just couldn't be bothered with food, even food
which was supposed to remind him of home. he spun the
spaghetti on to the fork, waited til no one was looking, then
grabbed the food bundle with a tissue, twisted it under the table
and placed it on to his tray like discarded rubbish. he was good
at hiding what he did - no question about it. no one but the
nurses knew exactly how many troubles this boy had; no one
would ever know if he had his own way. he was not here
for sympathy. the sooner people realised that, the better. he was
kind of sick of people finding things out about him then pitying
him like some little kicked dog. he really didn't give a flying fuck
about his past. it wasn't like he regularly had nightmares
about it, only sometimes when he was lost on a bad trip of heroin
or had just had a bad experience which reminded him of it. he
was getting over it. everyone had to get over something, right?
he looked around at his fellow students, wondering how many of
them had suffered atrocities in their lives. it sounded really weird
and almost cruel, but he didn't want to be the only one. he didn't
want to feel like the freak of the school, ready to be poked and
prodded at.

on the upside, most people knowing he was a whore meant that
business was rarely slow and he was able to put money aside for
any kind of future he might have, even if he lost his place here,
he was charging such extortionate rates that he'd at least be
able to start his own company by the end of the year if he
wanted. especially since he wasn't paying a penny for his heroin
intake - not money wise, at least. morally and physically, he was
paying a shitload. he hoped it wouldn't cost him his relationship
with leo. was he in a relationship? he hoped he was in a
relationship. he'd have to ask leo about that one tonight. if he
was coherent. gabriele felt horribly sorry for getting leo hooked
on heroin, but he had been so mad at him for taking it, so fucking
angry. he didn't understand the need for the high. gabe had only
ever intended to give leo one dose, let him feel the comedown
from that, make him understand - but after seeing his lover weak
and shaking on the floor after the drugs wore off, he had been
forced to ask him if he wanted more, to get rid of the pain, the
feeling of weakness, the agonising belief that you were dying..
and leo had said yes, take the pain away, do whatever it takes.
now gabe was stuck watching the one person he cared most
about sink into the same depths of addiction he was drowning in
while he fucked everyone in the school just to raise enough
money not to have to depend on leo's fortune. it was bad
enough that he'd accepted his hospitality without taking his
money too. he just wouldn't do it. he glanced around the
cafeteria weakly, his gaze resting on one occupant he hated
above all. demetri. leo's brother, his drug dealer and the sickest
sonofabitch on this planet. the things he had made gabriele do
for his drugs fix still made his stomach churn - he wanted to stick
his fingers down his throat and retch on the lack of contents til he
had tears in his eyes. but then again, that brought back
memories too. gabriele was always having flashbacks of some of
the worst things which had happened to him in the brothel after
he visited demetri. his eyes were locked on the boy, narrowed
and hateful, yet he couldn't tear them away. he really, really
hated him. if he had it in him, he'd probably kill him.


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notes;; i don't like being up this early D<

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[demetri michael yates]

demetri yates was anything but the average student here within cathedral high. if the headmaster ever found out the sordid secrets of this famous, rich child then he could quite well lose his position amongst his peers, perhaps even take a trip to a jail cell. no, never the latter. his parents and he himself had enough money to keep that from ever happening. in fact, they had more than enough money to keep him within this school too. the yates family, perhaps not a household reknown name over in america, but in italy they were known. a talented batch of people whose talents entertained many. to kick him out of this place, to tell the world what he was doing.. well, he could blame the school, tell him the surroundings and the environment drove him to doing what he does best. dealing and shooting drugs, humiliating the proud, passing out on the common room floor with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. the school's reputation will go downhill.. and they'll lose the money his parents give in the fund raisers. nobody can say his mother and father aren't generous with their contributions...

it seems that demetri, more than anything, is a little big headed. he doesn't really believe himself to be touchable, he's a part of the school and yet at the same time he's apart from it. years of cocaine use have oversized his ego into something barely manageable at the best of times and one day that will probably be his downfall. yet he's unaware that anything bad could ever befall him as he sat in the cafeteria, idly stirring the bowl of some kind of gourmet soup as his gaze fixed upon the entrance to the room, watching carefully for anybody who might possibly interest him. there were many people here who had past stories that would tarnish their reputation if released to the public. demi liked to find these weaknesses and exploit the person from whom they belong to. he would blackmail them, get what he want from them.. use them, abuse them and threaten that if they ever told a soul their stories would be planted across every newspaper and magazine the very next day. people would do anything to keep their reputation untarnished, this is a lesson that demi has learnt and learnt well during his years at this school. his somewhat cruel, verging on sadistic tendancy to humiliate people and make them hurt got him off, even the thought of humiliating one in particular is enough to turn him on, tightening already tight pants. a slow smirk spread over his lips and he drew his gaze away from the door, sipping at his soup, allowing his mind to wander elsewhere.

which was when he caught the gaze of his favourite experiment. gabriele devia sat by himself across the cafeteria, giving him one of the most delightfully hateful glares he's seen in a while. ah, how precious, his little pet acting like he had some sort of backbone. gabriele is one of demi's favourite's simply because of his flexibility. and no, he doesn't mean his body, he means his morals, his determination, his mind. money or heroin, both are things that break down gabriele's walls and turn him into putty in his hands, it's a thrill just to watch the other male bend to his very whim. humiliation was easy with somebody like gabe. so simple. abandoning his food demi stood to his feet, running a hand through tousled hair as he walked gracefully over to the other male, a shark like smile curving at his lips, predatory glimmer within his eyes. he was willing to break this whore, he wanted to break him, to prove that he was worse than all of the torment that the experienced little slut had gone through, it was almost a goal. he didn't say anything as he sat himself down beside gabe, he stayed silent, a hand reaching down to brush and grip onto his inner thigh as he leant close, a slow smirk curving at his lips, "has your stash run dry yet, gabriele?" his voice was pitched low, spoken so nobody other than gabe would hear, his thumb moved, trailing closer to the seam of his groin, "i'm bored of all of the other whores within the school, i want your tight little ass around me again."

with his other hand he'd already reached into his pocket, bringing out a small cigarette tin, holding it between his two fingers almost teasingly, has already kept his drugs within the confines of the thing. has never touched heroin himself, loves getting others addicted. has to applaud gabe for getting his younger brother addicted, never thought of it before. still smirking wickedly, awaiting gabe's answer, will take him either way, is just giving gabe benefit of the doubt by giving him a so called 'choice'.

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it sucks D: i'm sorry. but it's a reply <3

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