fight club. lh ; mc.

tres.

Luke walks in on something he really, honestly, didn't want to see.

Luke comes barging into Calum's office, nothing unusual, "Cal, can I -- fucking christ!"

He sees tan hands fisted in fiery red hair. He sees an abused, bruised mouth wrapped around Calum's cock. He sees pale arms bound with black cable ties. He sees battered knees, contracting stomach muscles, faces of bliss.

He hears beautiful gagging sounds. He hears Calum's choked off groans. He hears the disgusting praises falling from Calum's sinful mouth.

Calum turns his head to the side when he hears Luke's voice, "Oh, hey Luke," he speaks with a slurred speech, sex drunk, "you want a go on him when I'm done? He's got a -- fuck," Calum stops himself to pull Michael's mouth down further on his dick, and Luke can hear Michael choke, "got a dirty mouth, Lukey."

Luke just blinks back and forth between the two, baffled that they're still going, knowing that Luke is standing right there, watching them, hearing them.

"Nah, you're alright." Luke eventually chokes out, trying to sound nonchalant, "I'll, uh, come back later."

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"You look like shit," Calum tells him as he throws himself down on the sofa next to Luke, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"And you fucking stink, Jesus Christ," Luke gags, shoving Calum away slightly, "have you ever heard of that thing called a shower? Use it."

"You gonna come join me?" Calum wiggles his brows suggestively, going for flirty but ending up goofy.

Luke blinks at him, not in the mood for Calum and his shit, "You've had enough sex today."

Calum shrugs his shoulders, pushing himself off the sofa, "Suit yourself then, I'm gonna find Michael."

"You do that."

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Luke shows up on Ashley's doorstep at three in the morning, out of his mind on ecstasy and cheap whisky.

The petite girl with the pixie cut blonde hair answers the door with a scowl on her face and a loose Harley Davidson shirt on her frame. Luke's almost positive the shirt is his.

"Ashley Panini," Luke snorts, leaning against the doorframe and looking down at her with literal heart eyes. She's a beautiful specimen, with her freckled, heart shaped face, and her full, plump lips.

"Lucas Hemmings, what are you doing at my door at the ass crack of dawn?" She asks, trying to sound angry but a smirk cracks it's way onto her face. She never can keep a straight face when Luke uses that nickname on her.

"One, not my name. Two, I had nowhere else to go. Three, is that my shirt?"

"Okay, Lucifer." Ashley snorts, taking hold of Luke's bruised wrist and tugging him into the apartment, "Yes, it's your shirt, and it's comfy so you're not getting it back."

Luke lets out a pfft noise, shrugging his shoulders, "Fair enough," his voice is slurred and he's tripping over his own massive feet as Ashley drags him into the kitchen, pushing him into a seat at the table.

Ashley makes two strong cups of coffee as Luke sits at the table and mutters nonsense to himself, and the blonde girl is so used to this now that he's come to expect it. Once every few weeks, Luke shows up at her house. It's routine, Ashley doesn't mind it.

"You gonna tell me why you're off your face on drugs?" She asks eventually, setting a mug in front of Luke as she takes the seat across from his, sipping her own hot drink.

"Need to forget about how fucked up my life is," Luke hums, picking up the coffee cup and taking a drink of it. He grimaces at the taste, he always hated coffee.

"What happened to your pretty face, Hemmings?" Ashley reaches out and runs a soft finger gingerly over his broken eye socket. Luke still hisses, even at her gentle touch. It burns, badly.

"The new kid really knows how to throw a punch," He mutters, looking at Ashley's face in a daze, "he's beautiful, too. So, so pretty. He reminds me of you."

Ashley grins at that, rolling her eyes, "Does he?"

Luke nods his head furiously, humming, "Yeah. He's got full, dark pink lips like yours. And beautiful dark eyes like yours. And pretty, freckled skin like yours. And even when he curses he sounds breathtaking, like you. He's perfect and I want to kill him."

The blonde girl barks out a laugh at that, "Amazing. Never realised you had a thing for me, Luke."

"Mm, I do. Why aren't we together again?" Luke asks, cocking his head to the side.

"Because you're a flaming homosexual and my heart belongs to someone else." Ashley puts on a fake pout and Luke giggles at that.

"Fucking Ashton, can't believe he got you before I did. It's not fair." He groans, lulling his head to the side.

"Life isn't fair, Princess."