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[ Sometimes you go one way, sometimes you go another. You might be driving down the street and decide to turn left. End up kinda screwed up but heading towards something, if you stop repressing all that trauma.

Or maybe, you go right and fucking lean into it. Realize holding a gun to your childhood friend's head felt good, be aware that shutting a mouthy bitch up with a bullet was kinda hot. Because this Mike didn't avoid jail, everything really did get pinned on him. And that sort of place changes you.

Don't ask how he got out. It involved yolo'ing and deciding that the only way to go was to escape a transport van by any means necessary. Now he's on the run, somewhere in Michigan. How did he get here? Fuck if he knows 🥰! It was a boozy, drug-addled journey. And he really figured out killing is neat.

So he's in whatever an Eden Club is. He knew androids were a thing but he never really paid attention, it's not like he could have afforded anything but a cheap model. These are definitely cheap models in a different way, terrible and fascinating.

But he's not concerned with that. He's concerned with his drink and scanning the crowd for someone he can really go to town on, in more ways than one. <]

[ Gavin’s not here for the androids: not in the way people might think. He’s on a case, and since Hank is out all sick or whatever — fucked to near death by that android freak, is his guess — it’s up to Gavin.

At least for a few days until Hank’s old man heart ~~and his ass~~ is back in working order.

Someone’s breaking androids again. “Breaking,” Gavin’s gotta emphasize, because no matter what the world says, these things are still just things. So to keep him from lashing out at these mostly naked freaks, he’s telling himself that this case is about protecting property. Nothing more.

There’s copious booze, at least. Fruity cocktails that Gavin wouldn’t be caught dead with otherwise, but he’s undercover. Absolutely not into fruity cocktails. All part of the role.

He’s sipping his martini, with its little stick of olives, when he sees Mike. Eyes pausing but not lingering: sure, he’s hot. Kind of weird for a place like this. But Gavin just moves his gaze right along. ]

[ Guess why Mike's not concerned with the androids today? Because he's already been experiencing them and decided it wasn't interesting. Does Gavin have any idea the one breaking them is the guy he spotted? That depends on how good a detective he is.

He spots him back and his eyes absolutely fucking linger. Looks like the kind of guy that would take a choking real well, probably even deserve it. This could be interesting and for a moment, he forgets he should probably be careful.

Gotta do something about that drink though. So to make his first move he sends over something way less fruity. Bloody Mary, heavy on the bloody. Ordering it that way doesn't make him weird or creepy at all. He doesn't approach, just kind of leans against the bar as the bartender delivers and indicates who sent it. ]

[ Gavin finishes his martini. Chomping the olives off the stick when the bartender slides this new drink toward him.

He raises the glass in an awkward salute: the only “thank you” this guy is getting. Gavin does keep his eyes on him longer this time, even going so far as to bite his lip. Thinking. Contemplating.

Nope. He’s working. Working real hard. His eyes dart back across the club — then back to Mike as he takes a drink. A very salty mouthful.

Weird guy. It’s not that Gavin never fucks guys who look like that, but… not often. Not often at all. ]

[ This definitely isn't his usual type either, but something about that lip bite was criminal. He was going to figure out a way to make this guy approach but to hell with that.

He just slides on over, stepping in front of him. He doesn't say anything at first, he just makes a show of looking him over every possible way. ]

You gonna disappoint me by being here for the androids?

Maybe.

[ Because Gavin is, as ever, a contrarian. He likes tall guys, though. Tall guys who buy him drinks.

It’s not that he doesn’t find Mike attractive — because he does — it’s just that guys like him usually aren’t looking at guys like Gavin.

Hmm. ]

You expecting something after buying me a single drink?

[ He has a bit of tomato juice on his mouth, and when he goes to lick his lips, he doesn’t quite get it all. ]

No, I don't think you're that cheap.

[ He eyes that juice on his lips. He can't hold himself back, he wipes it away with his thumb.

Or maybe it's less like Mike can't and more like he doesn't want to. He came over here for a reason. ]

Two, maybe three. That's what I think it'll take.

[ Would Mike be surprised to learn Gavin can be notoriously cheap? He gets easier the older the guy propositioning him is.

Regardless, Gavin licks at Mike’s thumb. Might as well give him something here. ]

How about we find out, then? See if you’re right.

[ Too bad Mike isn't that old. Right? He's kinda lost track. All he knows is he was 19 like a decade ago, but you wave your hands and move on at a certain point.

What's more important is doing anything you can to feel something. He's definitely feeling something right now, and he just stares at that mouth again. ]

Order up, put it on my tab. Let's play a game.

[ He presses his thumb a little more against his lip before pulling his hand away, just sitting on a stool like nothing's happened. ]

But you pick. You want something dangerous or sexy?

[ Gavin’s supposed to be working: androids. Destroyed property. All that. Hank’ll be pissed if he figures out Gavin’s… doing whatever the hell it is he’s doing.

But it could be enlightening — for his dick, anyway — so he nods. ]

Let’s go with “dangerous,” then.

[ And after he’s ordered a double-shot of duck fart: ]

Live bold, right?

You have a good order. Terrible name, though.

[ Mike chuckles, dark and low in his throat. He takes the glass before Gavin can get it, just grabbing it out of the bartender's hand. He then adds a second order of the same, taking that when it arrives as well. ]

Okay, dangerous. It was your choice so you can't hold it against me. Turn around.

[ He just waits. ]

[ He’s reaching for the glass when Mike just goes and plucks it from the bartender.

Which earns Mike a scowl. Guy goes and tells him to order a drink and he just takes it, huh? ]

Guess it’s too late to ask what “sexy” might’ve entailed.

[ Gavin’s a good sport, though — for now. He turns around, arms crossed. Which is beyond stupid: you keep your damn eye on your drink at a bar.

Mike’s right, though. Gavin did make his choice. ]

[ And a guy like Mikey Mike? He's exactly why you keep an eye on your drink, except he's completely upfront about it somehow. He just takes something from his pocket and dumps it into one of the drinks, mixing it until the only sign is one of them has a few bubbles. Really, you'd need to be a good detective to figure it out. He sets them both on the bar, making sure there's coasters underneath - he might be willing to murder and drug, but be damned if he's leaving rings on the counter.

That's too much of a crime for him. ]

Maybe this is both. Pick your drink, I'll take the other one.

One of us gets a normal drink, the other gets something that makes you really horny. I know which one, but if you choose the other, I'll be fair and drink it anyway.

[ He opens his mouth, about to ask what happens if Mike ends up the lone drugged party here, but Gavin decides not to. Better not let on he’d be into Mike getting rough — or worse.

Better not open that can of worms.

Regardless, Gavin goes for the drink on the right, about to grab it… but no. He looks up at Mike, not expecting any sort of tell, but he raises a brow. Less curious about which glass is which and more the why.

Why him? Why try to drug him when he already expressed interest? Mike is into fucking drugged-out people, maybe.

Then Gavin finally grabs the drink on the left, downing it in one go. ]

[ So apparently they're going to open that can of worms, because the spiked drink is on the right. Without blinking, Mike looks him dead in the eye and downs the drink in one go. He doesn't look away even once.

And then he genuinely smiles. Not a smirk, no ego here - a regular old smile of being content. Don't ask if he's right in the head, probably not. ]

Here's where it gets sexy. Not telling you who got the drug, just giving you the time to find somewhere more private.

[ Gavin is an extremely intelligent ~~rodent~~ person and chooses now to ask: ]

How horny are we talking here? And about how much time do we got?

[ Fuck this Popsicle stand: literally, apparently. He scans the club again — nothing much of interest. Is he going to fuck and/or be murder-fucked on the job? Maybe. Maybe he is. ]

I got a car.

[ Do they have time for anything else? ]

Car's good. You'll find out the rest. It's no fun if I tell you.

[ Yeah, he's definitely looking to murder-fuck here. But he's not committing the murder until he's completely done with this guy. There's something amazing about using someone until they can't fight back and then doing whatever you want once they lost all that life that was in them. This is the kind of dark thoughts he would have never had before, or at least not consciously recognized. This is the true monster that came out of that night and everything that followed. Hasn't anyone heard a person is a product of how they're treated in life?

Handigo ain't got nothing on what he can do when properly motivated.

Anyway, he pushes away from the bar and leans in before he chooses to leave. He doesn't kiss him, not exactly - he puts his mouth by his neck and nips if he's allowed. Pulls away and laughs. ]

Just a little motivation for the road.

So much for not thinking I’m cheap.

[ At least two drinks isn’t one.

The motivation is good: dare Gavin say perfect. He freezes, just for a few seconds, as he lets the reality of that wash over him. Not quite crashing yet, but it’s hot that a guy like Mike is coming onto him. Again: when was the last time something like this happened?

Gavin shivers. Wants to keep this guy and his mouth right against his neck, but no: next step is the car. He pays his own tab with cash before slinking through the club, keys already out once he gets to his car.

Again he thinks about how supremely stupid this is, but really: Gavin’s spread his legs, or spread the other guy’s legs, a lot faster than this after meeting at a bar. This doesn’t even hit his “Top Five Fastest Bar Fucks.” ]

It doesn't matter what I think. You're telling me your worth with everything you're doing.

[ What a discreet way to say something like b'you laugh into your drink like a slut'. Yeah, Mike was watching him for awhile. He definitely always thought this guy was cheap as hell. But that was intriguing instead of a total turnoff. It's not like he's not pretty slutty himself. He's doing this, isn't he?

He pays his own tab, lingering for a moment to hopefully make Gavin guess and wonder, then comes up right behind him.

Before the car door can be opened, Mike is just pushing him against it, but he doesn't turn him around or anything. Just appreciate the window with your face, Gavin? ]

[ When Mike pushes up against him, again he pauses. This time to, yeah, appreciate that nice window: one palm splayed across the glass as his face hits the car.

With his other hand, he’s scraping keys against the door, not really caring about the damage. Even as he says: ]

You gonna let me unlock the doors or are you gonna fuck me like this?

[ Which is an appealing thought, but Gavin does finally hit “unlock” on the fob. Doors can be opened, then, if Mike wants to take this inside. Right here is good too, though: Gavin’s barely feeling a buzz and he’s already trying to push his hips back. ]

Oh, I think it'll be the third option - both.

[ He's already feeling that shit he just drank like it's nothing. Hot, sexy,stupid. Wanting the thrill of living without a care was going to get him someday and the fact it could be today made this all the more interesting.

Just a casual reach around here, not caring about things like making sure clothes don't get messed up. He takes his time feeling him up between the legs, really making it known nothing's going to stop him from what he wants. ]

Make it more worth my while. Could change my mind, you know.

[ As if. He's chemically committed now. ]

[ Gavin admittedly doesn’t give a fuck about clothes, although he might whine about it later. Just to be annoying. Mike could tear off his shirt, scattering the buttons, and he wouldn’t care as long as he’s being touched.

He is, perhaps predictably, hard. Has been for a while — working up to it — but Mike’s especially good at riling him up. And he’s not even old, doesn’t have the added thrill of bony fingers and wrinkly skin and liver spots. ]

Dunno what you’re into. You want me to — what? Beg? Beg you to stop? Scream?

[ He shifts his feet, uncomfortable at the thought of Mike just leaving. Not that he says that, of course. ]

Begging is a start.

[ Yeah. He likes that. He'd like the screaming too, but they better not indulge. Might get them in trouble. He moves his mouth by his ear and just breathes for a moment.

When he speaks, his voice is lower. Darker, but firm in tone. ]

Don't you dare scream, I'm not losing this because someone decides to be a helpful stranger.

Ask me real nice and I'll spoil you with my cock.

[ Considering for a moment, he moves his mouth lower and bites his neck again. It's harder now, intended to last. ]

Hmm.

[ Gavin says this as if he has any intention of not begging. Eventually.

He wriggles against Mike — again, as if he doesn’t want this. All of this. Testing how hard he might hold him. He prefers when he doesn’t have an out; when there isn’t any sort of weakness. Even when he struggles — even when he really does want out. ]

Couldn’t stop me from screaming.

[ When Mike bites him, Gavin tries to hide his moan against his hand. He doesn’t believe this guy would’ve shared in the drugged drink, but Gavin isn’t feeling anything but the usual — if he can call it that. So Mike must have…?

Then a single, pathetic, half-whispered: ]

Please.

Yeah? Here's the thing.

[ He withdraws from his neck, pulls away for a moment, just enough so he can push an elbow into Gavin's back and lean in again. Mike's not really touching him otherwise at the moment, but that doesn't last, as he brings his other hand up and presses on the back of his head. Really tries to use this to push this rat's face into the window, grind it a little bit. ]

If you scream, someone will come along and stop all this. So yeah, that please was pretty perfect - but I can't do anything else unless you're going to stick to the begging.

Someone might come by, anyway. What then?

[ Gavin makes a whining sound as Mike pulls away from his neck, but it’s quiet. Too quiet for Mike to bother addressing, hopefully.

He wriggles again: half-heartedly, but Gavin wants to see how much give Mike might allow here. The glass is cool against his cheek, fogging up from his breath. ]

Starting to think maybe there wasn’t any drug.

[ And again, a pretty paltry plea, but: ] I want you.

[ His voice sounds almost reluctant as he says this, but it doesn’t stop the shiver that cuts its way down his back. ]

Sure wasn't. Not for you.

[ He considers the suggested scenario, really thinks about it the best he can. But Mike's brain is starting to get foggy, the drug is really kicking in now. The only reason he has so much control still? Violence is the same as sex to him. He feels satisfied with any physical action, whether it's kissing or killing. It gets him off.

He didn't used to be like this, but everything changed. There wasn't any going back. ]

I bet you'd like if someone came along. Saw you degraded and whimpering. Groveling like a slut.

[ He doesn't give any particular warning before he works on undoing Gavin's pants and urging them down. He's careless about it. Might wreck them in the process. Or at least whatever fastens them. ]

Don’t want someone “coming along,” asshole.

[ A lie: Gavin wouldn’t mind. Might even get off on them watching, if they felt so inclined. ]

Wouldn’t want them interrupting, right?

[ Depending on what manner of “interruption” that might be. Stopping Mike? No, absolutely not. But using him right alongside Mike? Definitely. Especially since there are no names involved: after tonight, there’s no way Gavin could look for Mike even if he wanted to. There’s something about the anonymity of that; something that makes Gavin even more aroused, uncaring about his pants, his belt. Sure, he’ll whine about it later: absolutely. But for now, Mike could shred his pants; cut them to ribbons; and he wouldn’t care.

In his mercy, Gavin even shimmies his hips. Helping his pants fall low. ]

Not to stop anything. But I'm pretty fucking sure you'd be into any other interruption.

[ He pulls at his own pants, just enough to take his dick out. Mike wants Gavin exposed as much as possible, but only him. He'll skip what he can for himself, but also he's having a hard time thinking straight.

Because he's grinding his dick against Gavin's ass before he can even parse what he's doing. Mike isn't trying to push inside, just kind of using the crack of his bottom to the fullest extent he can.

He groans into his ear, low and dark. ]

Are you going to fuck me or what?

[ Gavin tries to swallow back a moan at the sound of Mike’s groan in his ear; at the feeling of his dick. So close and yet so far. Gavin pushes his hips back, however much he can: seeking more.

He wonders what it’d be like if he were the one drugged. What it’d feel like. If he’d really be begging by now: a real blubbering mess, maybe. ]

You gonna show me what that drug’s doing for you, or are you all talk?

Not all talk. But sweetheart, here's the thing.

[ Yeah, his dick is out. He could use it anytime. But he reaches into his jacket pocket for something else. There's a reason he never removed it.

Out it comes, his trusty little switchblade that's accompanied him for so long. He pops the blade and holds it to Gavin's throat. It's not touching at all, but it could. It just isn't. ]

Either this blade or my natural one is going in you. I'm satisfied either way.

But I'm two seconds from losing control if one of them doesn't.

So what'll it be? Influence me one way somehow. Make sure you get exactly what you want. Because baby, if you've been waiting for someone to put an end to it, here's your chance. Don't worry, I'll still fuck you after.

[ His body is clearly trembling. Every part of him. He's not lying about cutting it so close. ]

boom? butterfly effect?

[ Randomly, completely unprompted, in the middle of when Mike should be working at the garage he's hired at as a mechanic? A picture comes through. ]

dude

you didn't tell me you died :(

Hope you can text from down there :(

Seems hard :( :( :(

Edited 2026-01-11 01:02 (UTC)

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