Drugs, Sex, and Money (boyxboy)

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Three years ago:

Dominic walked inside the apartment and found Andrei sitting on the couch and wiping his nose.

"Hey." Andrei greeted.
Dominic didn't answer, he just walked over to his boyfriend. He sat next to him and they both stared at the off television screen.
"Where were you?" Andrei asked.
"With my father."
"Mm."

Andrei leaned forward and picked up the small bag of white powder to attempt to pour it onto the table.
Dominic took it beforehand and pulled Andrei's face to his. The two kissed hard and laid down on the couch.
Andrei began quickly undressing Dominic and stripping off his own shirt.
He took his bag back and poured it in a neat line onto Dominic's chest before bending down and snorting it up one nostril. He hung out his tongue and licked up the excess he'd missed then around Dominic's nipple.
Dominic moaned softly before Andrei put their lips back together and placed Dom's legs over his shoulders.
He unbuckled his pants to pull himself out and as he did, Dominic reached behind himself and grabbed the half of a joint that was left in their ashtray with the lighter next to it on their lamp table.
He lit it before Andrei began sliding himself in.
Andrei took the joint and put it between his lips while he thrusted in and out.

Maybe this was what kept making Dominic take Andrei back. The sex.
Feeling Andrei throw him around like a rag doll and ramming his massive insert inside over and over again while the two got high together. High on ecstasy, high on cocaine, both worked.
No one made Dominic feel the same way that Andrei did. Yes, the bad times with Andrei were really fucking bad but the good times were also really fucking good. He couldn't help it.
After years of being together on and off, Andrei still gave Dominic goosebumps and put a different smile on his face that no one else could when he actually tried. He also made him cum harder than anyone else could.
The two were bad for each other but they didn't want anyone else. Cheating was never an issue. They were addicts to more than the drugs.

Andrei removed the joint from his lips and blew it out only for Dominic to breathe his smoke back in. Andrei began thrusting harder after putting the joint back between his lips.
"Fuck..." he said with his head thrown back and quicker thrusts.
Dominic moaned louder as he held a tight grip onto the couch. "Fuck me..." he begged.
Andrei took the joint out of his mouth and placed it in Dominic's before pinning Dominic's legs all the way back and thrusting deeper and harder. Dominic cried out to Andrei while also trying not to swallow their drug until the two finished together.
Andrei let loose inside of Dominic and Dominic finished onto his own chest.
The two tried to contain their breathing.

"I told you not to do that anymore..." Dominic said although it felt good.
"Yea." Andrei replied. He removed the joint and as Dominic exhaled the two kissed again.

...

"I gotta go, I'll be back at some point." Andrei stated as he threw on his shirt.
"Go where?" Dominic wondered while he crushed his pills.
"I got shit to handle."
Dominic froze.

"What kind of shit?" he asked and looked at his boyfriend.
"Fuck you mean what kind?"
"Alright. Don't come back."
"Excuse me?"
"Don't come back. You heard me. Sick of this shit." Dominic snorted his line.
"Quit joking with me, I'm not in the mood. I'll be back like I said." Andrei stated and reached for the door handle.
"I'll have the locks changed by then."

Andrei sighed as he turned around and looked back at Dominic.
He ran his fingers through his brushed back hair.

"What do you want from me? Hm?"
"I don't want shit. You wanna go get shot in the streets then fine. Go do it. See if I give a fuck." Dominic responded and stood up.
"We really about to go through this again?" Andrei groaned.
"I said what I wanted to say. Get out."
"I'm not goin' anywhere. Stop fucking with me."
Dominic just stood there with his arms crossed and looked anywhere but at Andrei.
Andrei walked over to him.
He held Dominic's face in his hands and Dominic finally looked up at him.
Andrei smirked. "I think you're just clingy."
"Fuck you."
"Again?"
Dominic rolled his eyes.
Andrei kissed him.

"I love you." said Andrei.
Dominic tried looking away.
"Come on, baby..." Andrei brought Dominic back to face him.
"I love you..." Dominic replied.
Andrei kissed him again. "I know."
"But if you step out of that door, we're done."
Andrei licked his lips as he looked at Dominic.
"I'm serious, Andrei."
Andrei rolled his eyes.

"You care more about those streets than you do me? Fine. Leave and don't come back."
"And what're you gonna do, huh? I pay for this place. I take care of you. I get you your drugs, you fuckin' addict. What're you gonna do?"
"I'll figure it out..."
"You'll figure it out?" Andrei scoffed. "Please. You won't survive a day without me." He walked back towards the door.
"Oh, that's fuckin' bullshit!" Dominic argued.
"Bullshit how?! You don't do shit but get high!" Andrei replied.
"You don't do shit but beat people and get high, asshole! Don't act like you're this white collar prince taking care of his fuckin' househusband. YOU'RE NOTHING, BITCH! WE DO THE SAME SHIT YOU JUST HIT MORE PEOPLE!" Dominic yelled.
"I BRING HOME MONEY! MONEY THAT YOU FUCKIN' SPEND! YOU COULD BE ASKIN' DADDY TO TAKE CARE OF YOU BUT YOU'RE TOO BUSY BEING A BRAT BECAUSE YOUR FUCKIN' BROTHER DIED!"
"Don't ever bring him up again." Dominic grunted.
"AM I WRONG?!"
Dominic just stared at him.
"I fuckin' feed you. I clothe you. I drug you. I fuck you. And you're worried about how I'm doing it? I'M WHY YOU'RE ALIVE! When you were all sad and depressed because little brother was gone who was there using that same STREET MONEY to make you fuckin' happy, HUH?!"
Dominic swung into Andrei's jaw.

Andrei chuckled. "Alright."
He swung back.
Dominic stumbled as he felt his face.
He fixed himself upright and swung again.
A fist fight broke out.

The two boxed and tussled throughout the living room and kitchen. Andrei was bigger and stronger than Dominic by three inches and seventy five pounds but Dominic would keep swinging like he was the bigger boyfriend. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. Andrei was beating Dominic like he wanted him unconscious until Dominic grabbed a knife with tears in his bruised eyes and stopped Andrei in his tracks.

"What're you gonna do? You gonna kill me?" Andrei asked. "You won't."
"You don't know what I'll do."
Andrei snatched the knife and grabbed a hold of Dominic's hair before slamming him into the wall.
"I know you won't kill me. I won't kill you either. But goddamnit you fuckin' piss me off." he huffed.
"Yea?"
"Yea."
"You want the gang or you want me?" Dominic asked.
Andrei just looked at him.
"Get. Out." Dominic commanded.

Andrei pulled him off the wall and made Dominic look at him.
"Now." Dominic stated.
Andrei let him go and placed the knife on the counter before he walked to the door.

He stepped out.

Dominic stared at the floor.

His tears ran before his legs gave out and he fell to the floor.

"You weren't supposed to actually leave, dumbass..." he cried.

This fight wasn't nearly as bad as most. There had been times where they had to stitch the other one up with floss and a needle. Or when Dominic threw all of Andrei's belongings out of their fourth story window. Or when Andrei kicked Dominic out and Dominic banged and kicked on the door begging to be let back in. But it must've been the last straw since Andrei didn't come back like usual.

For days and weeks, every time Dominic got a knock on his door he excitedly opened it. Only for it to just be the mail.