Misanthropy - [ryden]

8. Sadistic

**SEXUAL CONTENT / SLIGHT NON-CON WARNING. SKIP IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE**

Sick.

Sick, sick, sick.

Brendon knew he was sick, but when did he reach this level of sickness?

The man under him was not beautiful, not like his recent lovers. He was a sick man as well, but in a worse way than Brendon. He'd arrested this man a few times for domestic violence, having left black and blue marks on his partners like a vice to return to when he needed a release. He had the face and the body of a god, but his personality made him appear as grotesque as a monster out of a Wes Craven nightmare.

He hadn't been thinking when he pulled up next to the drunken man stumbling down the sidewalk at three in the morning and told him to get into the car. The man sneered at Brendon in disgust and resentment before continuing to walk down the sidewalk. The detective rolled his eyes but followed him a bit more, leaning out the window to address him.

"Seriously, get in the car," he said tiredly. "You're in no shape to be walking home, or wherever you're staying these days."

The drunken man laughed sarcastically, shaking his head before bringing his bottle back to his lips. "Last time you told me to get in your car, you arrested me." He stopped once more, bringing the bottle against his lips to finish it off before tossing it into the bushes. "You're not getting me again."

Brendon rolled his eyes again, shaking his head as he pulled the car next to the sidewalk and stopped. "Josh, I promise you're not going to jail tonight," he said in a reassuring voice that passed over the drunken man's head. "Just get in the car so I can take you home."

The man - Josh - stood still, staring in thought for a few moments before conceding and letting the detective help him into the passenger seat of his car. Brendon climbed back into the driver's seat and began heading in the direction of Josh's old home before he stopped him, saying, "I don't live there anymore," in a quiet voice, arm propped against the door and he rested his face in his palm.

Brendon nodded and turned to face him to ask him where to go, but Josh cut him off when he said, "I don't live anywhere anymore, actually."

The detective furrowed his brows, glancing over at him worriedly before nodding and turning to go to the direction of his own apartment. The entire car ride was a battle in Brendon's brain, knowing he should just take him to the station to sleep in a cell for the night, but deciding against it the closer he got to his home. Josh didn't speak, but he knew where they were heading and - though he and the detective weren't the best of acquaintances - he wasn't about to deny the opportunity to sleep in a house for the night.

After pulling up in front of the apartment, Brendon killed the engine in the car and exited, retrieving Josh and helping him stumble up the front steps. Once the two men entered the home, Brendon helped Josh over to the couch and sat him down before going and grabbing him a bottle of water from the fridge. As he entered the living room, the drunken man began to laugh gently, confusing the detective as he opened the water and handed it to Josh.

"This place looks exactly the same," Josh said softly, a hint of humor still in his voice. "The only thing I don't recognize is this couch..." He trailed off, running his hands along the couch cushions before turning to look up at Brendon.

The taller man laughed softly, shaking his head as he put his hands in his pockets. "Well," he started, adding in the same amount of humor that Josh was seeming to radiate, "I don't know what couch you're thinking of, because this is the exact same one I've had since I moved in."

Josh set his bottle of water on the coffee table before running his hands along a wider expanse of the couch. "No," he said defiantly, a small smirk appearing on his face. "These cushions don't feel the same at all..." He paused his sentence, sliding into a lying position on the couch before sighing contentedly. "Of course," he started again, wider smirk on his face as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, "I was naked most of the times I was on this couch."

Brendon felt his heart rate accelerate and his face warm a substantial amount as he gulped silently. "I may have changed the cushions out a few times."

Josh laughed loudly before getting back up to sit on his knees as he faced the detective again. "What do you say we break these new ones in, then?"

Brendon felt his pulse pick up once more, the heat on his face permanent as he cleared his throat and shook his head, grabbing the throw blanket from the other end of the couch and walking back toward Josh. "You're drunk, Joshua," he said softly as he handed him the blanket. "Get some sleep and I'll take you to the homeless shelter in the mor--"

He was cut off by Josh grabbing his tie and pulling him forward, crashing their lips together with full determination. Brendon pulled away abruptly, causing Josh to nearly fall over the couch as he stared at him with furrowed brows. "Josh, stop," he said sternly, fixing his tie. "You're really not in the right state to do whatever you think you want to do right now."

Josh rolled his eyes, beginning to remove his shirt. "Oh, knock it off with all your high and mighty bullshit, Bren." He climbed - more like stumbled - over the back of the couch and walked Brendon until he was backed against the wall and began toying with his tie again. "We used to fuck everyday, on every surface in this apartment, whether you were drunk or I was drunk or whatever else." He reached down and started cupping Brendon's ever growing length over his black slacks. "Remember that, Brenny? When we'd be blown out of our minds, high off the best drugs that this stupid town produced while we filled this living room with the sounds of sex and love--"

Brendon was the one to cut him off this time, grabbing him beneath his thighs and turning them around to forcefully press him against the wall. "Yes, Joshua," he said breathlessly, mouth hovering centimeters away from his lips as he spoke. "I remember very well. You were the first person that taught me that it was okay to hurt someone that you loved." After the sentence left his mouth, his placed his hand firmly against Josh's neck just under his jaw and slammed his head harshly against the wall, a soft cracking of the thin drywall following the impact.

Not to Brendon's surprise, Josh let out a low moan at Brendon's actions, his hands coming up to wrap around the man's wrist as he smirked at him. "C'mon, Bren," he said, his voice challenging and condescending, "show me how much you still love me."

**SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING / SLIGHT NON-CON**

Brendon wasted no time in carrying Josh to the couch and slamming him against the cushions as he ripped off his jeans and underwear, tossing them in the floor away from them. He flipped Josh over on his front before undoing his slacks and pulling down his boxers far enough for his length to spring free. He harshly pulled Josh up to rest on his hand and his knees before entering him forcefully, hearing Josh let out a cry of pain as he slammed into him repeatedly.

There were tears escaping Josh's eyes as Brendon continued to fuck him into the couch, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the cushions with so much force he was bound to tear them. The - now slightly less - drunken man was close to tapping out and telling Brendon to stop before he was pulled up by his hair, his back becoming flush with his chest as the man inside of him placed his hands back around his throat and spoke to him.

"How sad we had to love each other, Joshua," he said in a low, predatory voice. "How sad you had to insist on pushing me to this limit, because now I can't let you go."

Josh pondered what he meant for a moment before Brendon was adding harder pressure to his throat, cutting off his air supply. He then began to panic as his hands flew up to the other man's, trying to pry them away as he continued to be assaulted from behind. Just as he was beginning to lose consciousness, Brendon whispered words into his ear that sent chills through his spine.

"How sad it is that you'll now meet the same fate as the rest of them."