Toxic Affection | Manthony | Complete

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Mitchel sat on the couch as Christian finished his breakfast.
"Okay how about I take you out for dinner?" Christian swallowed hard and sat in the love seat in front of him.
"Like a date?" Mitchel asked in a monotone.
"Uh yah." Christian scratched the back of his neck nervously. "How about we go down to the river instead." He bit the insides of his cheeks instantly regretting his words he didn't want to remove his clothes he might notice how skinny he had gotten to Mitchel reached his lowest weight yesterday 99 pounds.
Christians tongue farted out and licked his lips. He swallowed hard he wasn't sure how bad his scars were and if Mitchel would point them out.
"Sure, sounds great, I'll get ready." Christian choked out as he headed into the bathroom.
Mitchel stood in the kitchen as he took a deep breath.
He went to open the fridge to make Christian a picnic for the river but he turned around too quick.
"Christ..." he couldn't even cry for help before he passed out onto kitchens tile.

"Huh? Mitchel you call me?" Christian raised his eyebrows as he saw a empty room.
"Shit , Mitchel are you okay, hello?" He sat Mitchel up as His limp body fell into Christians chest.
Christian grabbed a water bottle from the counter and poured it down his shirt.
"Fuck." Mitchel scream as the cold water hit his chest.
"Mitchel baby please don't tell me your on anything." Christian searched his face for any sign of drugs but he looked normal but super pale. "N...no... I just got to hot." He stumbled over his words.
"There's no way you're going out, come on let's get you too the bed." Christian helped the weak boy to his feet.
"I'm sorry." Mitchel mumbled as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Sorry for what?" Kras ringed our a wash cloth to keep Mitchel cool with.
"This is gonna be cold, but it will be deep good." Christian pushes his braids out of the way and placed the rag on his forehead.
"Sorry that you don't deserve any of this mess, you deserve Clinton he's more put together and happy and stable and can love you better." Mitchel scooted to the headboard.
Christian didn't know why he frowned when Clint was brought up but he did. Christian rubbed Mitchels arm. "But I don't want Clinton."
He said in all honesty.
"Then who do you want." Mitchel said with confusion written all over his face but it made Christian laugh a little.
"I want you dummy." He let out a nervous laugh. "Oh." A deep blush crept onto his face. The room became silent as they starred at each other.
"Let me make up for this morning." Christian mumbled as he lifted Mitchels face up with his finger and connected his lips to mittys.
Their lips moved in sink as Mitchel slid his tongue across Christians bottom lip asking for entrance and Christian happily accepted.
The passionate kiss deepened as Christian got on the bed next to Mitchel. Mitty ran his fingers through Christians blond hair as their body's urned for oxygen. Christian finally pulled away kinda out of breath as Mitchel focused his eyes on his feet.
"I haven't eaten in 5 Days, that's...that's why I passed out." He said with his eyes glossing over.
"I know you're not eating." Christian whispered as he made Mitchel look at him.
His eyes studied the tears falling from Mitchels green eyes.
"I know you haven't stop self harming." Mitchel whispered as Christian pushed a braid behind Mitchels ear.
"We're a mess." He said with a laugh Mitchel agreed as his wiped his tears.
"If I flush all the blades I brought with me, will you let me make you lunch and watch you eat it?" Christian rubbed Mitchels sweaty arm as Mitchel slowly nodded.
"Look." Christian got off the bed quickly and searched to the bottom of his bag and he pulled out a envelope.
"I only have three with me." He spoke as Mitchel used the wall to steady himself as he stood in the bathroom doorway as he watched the blond boy empty the contents into the toilet and flush it.
"That felt kinda good."
Christian turned to Mitchel as tears started to form.
"We both hit bottom we can only go up from here." He Smiled.
"I wouldn't Hold my breath on that one." Christian grabbed Mitchels arm and led him into the dinning area.
"Here I made you your favorite, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you're such a child." Christian laughed as he sat across from him.
"H...how do you know that's my favorite." He said with a bit of a laugh.
"Uh I had a hunch." Christian didn't want to bring up Clinton right now or that he knew Clinton made his lunch every day for school.
"Please just take three bites." Mitchel sighed knowing Christian did his part.
He took a bite and chewed slowly. "I think imma puke." He gagged as Christian rushes to his side and rubbed his back.
"No you're not, You're okay you've got this." Christian laughed a little. "What are a fucking cheerleader." Mitchel sassed as it made Christian Smiled at Mitchel finally feeling good enough to bully him again.
"Come on one more bite." Mitchel flared his nostrils and did as told.
"Done, please get it away from me before I choke you with it." Mitchel pushed the plate away from him.
"I'm proud of you." Christian chuckled as he put the plate in the sink.
"We go back home tomorrow by the way." Christian nodded at the information that was given to him.