Smoke On The Water

Chapter 8. Heartless

Dabi's POV (After work, before the party)

Man, work almost killed me today, quite literally. We took in an old Chevy from a fancy little feller this morning. That idiot Bonanza forgot to push down the hand break. The dusty old ride almost fell on top of me while I was screwing beneath it in the pit.

Freaking ay.

I was already tensed up from the breakfast conversation between me, Kitten and the rest. And well, I hadn't been sleeping much throughout the god damned night. I found myself falling in and out of conscious from time to time, poking kitten with my rock-hard dick.

She's not a very placid sleeper. In fact, her sexy little body was all over the place. Grabbing and hugging me in all the wrong? Right? places.

Let's be real when you're pent up to shits. All the places are the wrong places... and the right places.

Oh, and yes, beating my meat twice in the shower before going to bed had been far from enough to still my ravenous mind. I came just from imagining having her tits in my trap, all while she was jerked me off on the couch in the living room.

I was like a kid, jizzing uncontrollably. Shooting like a fucking fountain all over the place. I had to shower the bathroom afterwards.

Yeah, no joke.

I have to get laid tonight.

Seriously.

I don't like the idea of letting Donatella keep an eye on Y/N throughout the night. However- The chick knows her way around a revolver, and how to get through trouble in general- But still. I know how sneaky that girl can be and I don't want her slithering around Kitten like a viper. Filling her head with a bunch of true and untrue crap. I don't need Y/N knowing every detail about me. Especially of my sexy habits.

That I have a very obvious problem.

I'm a sex addict.

Why would it matter if she finds out or not?

Man.

I love that I can't seem to get past that little hope in me. It's hanging on for dear life.

She's off limits. Now beat it.

We didn't have much to choose from anyway, so I ended up agreeing on letting the two of them stay together for the night. I have a feeling I will be regretting it grandly at the end of the day. But oh well. Kitten wasn't exactly against it. And she's more safe in the club house than anywhere else in the city right now.

I hope she stays safe.

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Dabi's POV (At the party)

''Come on fucker. Just one line'' Bonanza says, patting my back like I've fucked his sister. Hardcore. Already high out of his freaking mind. He and Casanova have been taking all kinds of shit since earlier today.

How are they still ticking?

Tiny is snorting the white powder from the table with my rolled up Rubel. I got it a good while back at a trade point from some Russian guys. It has been kept in my jacket ever since.

For good luck.

And lucky we are. I don't know if it's luck or- if we're just very good at what we do.

Either way.

I don't like Heroin. It grants me a bad trip for some weird ass reason. It's all pretty decent the first ten minutes, then it gets pretty hazy and freaky. Hostile is another version of me when I'm on drugs. It isn't hard to push me over the edge and make me lose my shit completely, especially when I take a too big of a shot of Heroin or Cocaine.