Tw: Couple arguing, Eating disorder (ana), Mentions of fucking but no actual fucking, v/miting, forced hospitalization
3 weeks later
Remus sat leaned over the coffee table in the living room where his drawing pad was set up. Someone had commissioned him to draw a smut scene of James Bond and Q. When he'd been 8 and hellbent on becoming an artist this wasn't what he'd imagined.
He felt a gloved hand land on his shoulder before Janus sat down next to him "Dea-"
"Not right now honey. I am busy drawing an 8 inch dick!"
"Well I'm busy with more important stuff" He shut off Remus' drawing pad and made him turn towards him "I'm not mad at you"
"Oh jeez that makes it sound like you're really angry at me. What did I do? Did I break anotha window? Did I get fake blood on the carpet again? My real blood? I thought I was doing good at keeping my blood inside my meat suit"
"No. Nothing of that sort. I love you" Janus gave Remus a quick kiss "And you've been doing amazing for a long time so this relapse was nothing okay? I'll help you through it"
Remus let out a chuckle "Relapse? Hun I haven't purged in like 4 months"
Janus face dropped "But...I was looking for my shirt in our closet and under some fake fur coat I found a box filled with vomit. If it's not you then"
They both went quiet as the sound of the coffee machine starting came from the kitchen. Remy whistled along to the music they were listening to while pouring the drink up. They had on their leather jacket, thigh high leather boots and loose short shorts. The last time Janus had seen in them in those shorts they'd sat tight on them.
The boyfriends glanced at each other before getting up and going into the kitchen. Remy didn't look up at them or anything even when Janus leaned on the countertop right next to them.
"Where have you been all day?" He asked.
"Out" They muttered out. They took their coffee and swiftly walked past him without looking at him. They slumped down on the couch.
(Today they'd been sober for a month. They hadn't expected anyone to notice. Their thoughts still told them their boyfriends were angry and or hated them and that's why they hadn't said anything)
Remus leaned his arms on the top of the couch and pressed a kiss to Remy's cheek. They rolled their eyes and tried to move away. "Where have you been babe?"
"Working at the coffee shop. Were some tots irritating Karen there" They replied. Every time they replied more to Remus than to Janus he got more and more irritated by it.
"Okay well" Remus leaned closer and pressed a kiss to their neck "Then you deserve me annoying you with horrible horror movies for the rest of the night.....AndalsoIcanfixyoufood"
"Can't" They straight up blocked him with their hand when he tried to kiss them. They were typing something on their phone "Meeting a guy. 46 years old. New record"
"That....That's literally more than both of our ages together"
"Yeah that's why I like said new record dumber. Patton came by the shop yesterday which got me thinking of bears sooo"
Sure they'd been having a lot of one night stands before getting sober but it'd gotten much more frequent. If they didn't have the bottle they needed another distraction. They couldn't think about how much they hated themself while someone's tounge was down their throat and rough hands were feeling them up. They couldn't think at all. It was good. Guys liked them better when they were mindless.
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