sin & sorcery

6. i get so high when i'm inside you

Edolas Gray is bad at dealing with his feelings.

TW for drug use

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you're like a drug that's killing me
i cut you out entirely
but i get so high when i'm inside you

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Rogue was exhausted. He sighed, grabbing a metal bowl from beside the sink and sitting down at the tiny table next to the kitchen. Tugging the ribbon from his braid, he let his hair tumble down around his neck – it smelled like incense and sweat, and bits of candle wax were stuck here and there. Rogue ran his fingers over his scalp, relaxing at the release from the tight plait.

Adjusting the lamp on the table, he began to run his fingers through his hair, teasing out the beads, ribbons and gems that had been so carefully woven in there several days ago. The new jewelry had been worth the investment – today had been one of his best days in months. He tried to think about that instead of the appearance of the Otherworlders, and the look on Gray's face when he'd seen Natsu in the video.

The sound of the gems and beads dropping into the metal bowl on the table filled the tiny room. He and Sting couldn't afford much, but they had managed to scrape enough together to get a stack in the Gallows. It wasn't nice, or clean, or safe, but it was preferable to sleeping at the House or on the streets.

After Rogue was done with his hair, he carefully removed the nose ring, setting it on top of the gems and stones. He had just stood to move the bowl to the kitchen when the door pinged open and Gray stumbled inside, shirtless under his jacket.

"You backwards?" Rogue asked gently, pulling his hair back up into a messy bun and moving towards the door. Gray grunted, toeing off his boots and tossing his jacket over them.

"No," he grumbled. "Wanted to, but I'm clean." Rogue believed him. Gray's eyes weren't dark, and he wasn't slurring his words, so it wasn't likely that he'd taken anything recently. Rogue was relieved. Gray had shown up here a few months ago, hexed out of his mind, and he and Sting had fought so badly they'd nearly ended up at the streetdoc. After that, Rogue had made it clear that Gray wasn't welcome here when he was backwards. After today's events, though, Rogue probably would have made an exception.

Rogue took Gray's arm, leading him to the table where he had just been sitting. Settling Gray into a chair, Rogue moved into the tiny, cramped kitchen and grabbed a metal box from under the sink.

"We're running out of Fix," he commented, holding the metal cylinder between his fingers and shaking it. He took Gray's chin in his hand and tipped it toward the lamp. A deep gash ran through his eyebrow and his lip was split and bleeding. A dark bruise was forming along his jaw, covering other half-healed discolorations from previous fights.

"I used my last one at the Pit on Nats—other-Natsu." Gray winced at Rogue's gentle touch. "I'm fine – it barely hurts, I don't need anything."

"You're so reckless," Rogue murmured, grabbing a metal bowl from the cupboard and filling it with water from the tap. Digging through the box, he found a white tablet that he tossed into the bowl, watching it fizzle until the water was calm again. Then he washed his hands in the sink and wet a clean rag with the water from the bowl. He gestured to the cut on Gray's forehead. "You're lucky we have enough to close that up, or we'd have to go to that leech down the street for stitches." Gray growled, grabbing Rogue's wrist.

"That guy is a creep," he said, voice low and protective. "Don't you remember last time?" A few months ago, Gray had broken a rib that had punctured his lung, and they ended up turning to a clinic for help. The streetdoc had tried to demand a night with Rogue as payment but had settled for Gray not cutting off his dick and feeding it to him.