Dim deals with some wounds :)

Dimitri gets sick.

tw! Mention of sex, intimacy, the smut itself isnt detailed but the people are, its here to make sure people know what happened, hahh-
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Dimitri was starting to regret going to his side-job today.

He normally didn't mind it, even going so far as to take enjoyment in it, but today had already been quite a long day and this first client already told him what kind of treatment he was going to get today.

He yelped as his hair was harshly pulled backwards, panting and leaning against the mans sweaty chest as the other kept pounding. At least someone was getting out their anger. He barely reacted as something was growled into his ear, taking it as a common possessive or aggressive comment people tend to make while taking what they paid for.

Dim mewled as the other man kept pumping what the other had so respectfully called his 'staff of life' into his 'cave of love'. He had to hold back some sounds as the other pressed more bites into his shoulder, feeling the teeth pierce his skin only to have it be sucked on.

He was high on adrenaline and lust as the other kept going, before the man finally finished off with a smirk, holding Dimitris ear close to his mouth as he finished.

''I hope this fucking ruins your life and kills you, you fucking whore.''

Dim almost didn't catch it, feeling the heat as the other left him to complete his night. As he came by and blinked, he frowned at what the other had said, processing it in his brain. Was he given a disease or something? But those people were commonly not allowed in the club, for the fact that they could infect others with whatever they have.

He shrugged it off, continuing with his job until he was finally done, coughing softly into his hand before going home, done with the night. He flopped down onto his bed as he yawned, before getting up in order to take a shower, his body still shaky from the activities he had done.

He relaxed under the shower, washing his make-up off and making sure no trace was left besides the marks that couldn't be taken off. He washed his body clean, scrubbing off the hands and the feeling of things inside and on him. Dimitri sighed as he finished off, making sure that he was completely clean before dressing into his nightwear.

He fell asleep on his bed.

The very next day, he woke up shivering, with a sore throat. He silently hoped it would go away with some good tea and a bit of honey. He went downstairs to make said drink, rubbing at his head as he got dressed. Dimitri sighed as he coughed into his hand, making his throat hurt more. He must have caught a fever from somewhere.

His muscles ached as he went downstairs, making him groan softly as he picked up a good cup of tea with honey mixed in, idly sipping on the warm drink as he got ready to go to his job, making sure to clean the dishes and to help with making everyone else's breakfast as well.

Dimitri yawned as he went out for the day in order to work, calling in sick to his side-job since he didn't want for this cold to spread. He grumbled as he went to his day job, still plagued with aches and pains.

When returning to their house, he had become exhausted and pained all over. He still had a sore throat and the talking had not helped that. He took another cup of tea with honey, downing it when it had cooled enough to do so. He made sure to make dinner and call his boys downstairs, joining in eating himself, surprisingly hungry for the day he had had, since he had eaten normally today.

Once Dimitri was done, he returned upstairs, setting an alarm for his nightly routine, feeling clammy but writing it up to a common cold that should, hopefully, be over soon. If not, well, he'd make sure to only go to his day job, just to be sure no one would be too badly infected.