It happened on a Friday night. It happened every Friday night, but this was the first time he'd been caught.
"Soz?" There was a knock at the door and as it opened Simon looked up. His eyes were huge and terrified; a deer in the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler. The end of the plastic rubber tie was still held tightly in his teeth; the needle was poised above his cephalic vein with trembling fingers.
"Oh Christ." Robert slammed the door, stomping over to the younger man and gently moving the needle away from his arm. "Soz..."
Simon wriggled a little, blinking and pouting at Robert. He didn't seem to recognise who it was; all he knew was that this person was stopping him from taking what he needed right now.
"C'mon, give it here..." Simon half-pleaded, nuzzling into the older man's shoulder and neck like an affectionate cat. "Pleeeeeeease? I need it..."
Robert blinked at him, then frowned. "Soz? Don't you know me? It's Robin...I've told you before...you shouldn't do this..."
"Robin's a bird, silly, gimme my stick please." Simon batted his eyelashes coyly, giggling.
"Why are you doing this? Why not just have a drink with the rest of us?"
Simon trembled, tears welling up. He was growing frustrated. "Drank a lot tonight already, did a few lines...'sn't enough, want my stick please!" he insisted, trying to grab it out of Robert's hands.
Robert snatched it away. "Soz. Please. You know I hate it when you go off to do this..."
Simon giggled. "Why? You afraid?"
"I don't like needles..."
Simon smiled, purring into Robert's neck and slowly pulling the object of his desires out of the older man's hands. "You shouldn't be. S'my love." he kissed Robert's cheek, poised confidently, and then slid the needle home. His eyelids fluttered and a soft sigh escaped his lips as he let the stick drop and curled into Robert's lap.
"Oooh, that's nice." he smiled upwards, nuzzling against the older man's belly in bliss. Robert stroked his hair, feeling rather helpless.
"Soz, you're breaking my heart..."
Simon chuckled and hummed a bit of Nilsson's song. "You're tearin' it apart, s'fuck you..."
Robert slapped him. Hard. Simon yelped and jerked upwards, holding his cheek. The pain felt wierd, like it was dancing in his head. "You hit me!" his eyes watered in confusion and pain.
The older man pulled him close, glaring. He picked up the needle and filled with air, pressing it to the side of Simon's throat.
"No don't!" Simon tried to protest, but his tongue failed him. His eyes wide with fear, he pleaded silently for Robert to pull away. An air bubble could kill me! No...please! No!
Robert held him still and slid the needle into his neck; shallow. Simon whimpered and sat motionless, terrified and his eyes shut tight. Suddenly Robert's mouth was on his, and there was a hot, insisting tongue pushing into his mouth. He couldn't move; his sobs of fright were muffled by Robert's claiming kiss.
And then there was nothing: Robert pulled the needle out without pushing the plunger. Simon whimpered with a little pain, touching the side of his neck to the small trickle of blood there. He sighed shakily with relief until Robert jammed the needle into Simon's stomach.
The younger man howled in pain but Robert held him still. "Don't move." he growled in a voice that Simon didn't recognise. "You'll break it in two."
He withdrew the needle and Simon whimpered as he noticed it was full. Robert had drawn blood. "Fuck." he whispered softly, eyes wide as Robert pushed him backwards onto the floor.
"I will. Don't you dare move." That same cold voice as before. Simon obeyed. Robert stripped them both of their clothes, then depressed the plunger and painted Simon's belly and groin with his own blood.
Terrified, the young bassist stared up with pleading eyes at Robert, who didn't even seem to notice. He proceeded to stick Simon again, quickly, shallowly, over and over, just enough to cut through the skin of his thighs and belly. Simon cried in pain. "Stop!"
Finally he did, tossing the needle across the room as Simon sat up, holding himself. "Who are you?"
Robert shoved him back down again, lifting his legs and hooking the younger man's knees over his shoulders.
"Your stick." he snarled cruelly, as he thrust into Simon's body.