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Ever since the day iTrapped met Chance, he knew that this pathetic gambler would be an easy target for anything the man wanted.
*And he was right.*
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After a round of russian roulette, the two of them decided to get high. Well… Chance did- iTrapped said he would too, but fake ate a few gummies and made sure to use fake coke to snort it up. The dick smiled as he saw how Chance leaned back on the sofa, looking all dopey and giddy. Without a word iTrapped leaned over and grabbed Chance’s face, making him look at the other.
“Awww, is the little boy all high and goofy?” iTrapped teased and got his face closer, seeing Chance crack out into giggles and a smile, thinking that he was gonna get some nice kisses.
“Hehehehe- maybeeee!” He smiled but flinched as iTrapped’s grip on his cheeks got harder and started to hurt.
“How sweet! Now listen up,” His smile fell to a steely glare, “You love me, right?” His head tilted to the side a bit, watching as Chance tried to pull away, but it was more difficult due to the fact that he was under the influence. iTrapped gripped harder, “Right!?” He gritted his teeth. Chance couldn’t tell his partner in crime was putting on an act.
“I-I do! iTrapped- your grip is kinda hurting, could you maybe let go?” Chance asked in a quiet, pleading, tone of voice. iTrapped rolled his eyes and let go.
“You’re filthy, and disgusting.” he sneered and stood up, walking to the kitchen. Chance was left trembling on the sofa, touching his bruised cheeks.
Filthy? Disgusting? Maybe he did get high too many times… Chance looked over at iTrapped leaning on the counter, pretending to cry quietly- hand over his eyes. He knew Chance would stumble over and ask how he could fix everything, and just on cue- Chance walked over, unsteadily. iTrapped whipped out some tears and looked at Chance.
“I’m sorry baby- I didn’t mean any of that! I’m just stressed out from some other things.” iTrapped pouted, watching Chance look down.
“I-it’s alright babe, I understand.” Chance whispered and moved to wrap his arms around iTrapped, “Can I do anything to help?” He asked. Bingo, iTrapped thought as he grabbed Chance and pushed him against the counter with a predatory look.
“Y’know.. There is one way.” He hummed like he was thinking before putting his face on Chance’s most sensitive area, his neck. His hot breath began to seep down Chance’s skin and make him shiver, but not in a good way.
The poor gambler stiffened and looked away, unsure if he really wanted to have intercorse right now- but he’d do anything for iTrapped, “Anything for you…” Chance whispered before iTrapped began to move his hands into places.
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Chance awoke with a loud gasp, panting heavily as he looked around- where was he? Was he still with iTrapped? His trembling body was uncomfortable. His muscles kept tensing- unable to relax. His golden eyes flicked everywhere until something moved. The door to his room.
“Chance?” Mafioso’s voice asked as he stepped into the room, but that’s not what Chance saw. He thought he was seeing iTrapped, and began to panic more, grabbing his gun from the night stand and aiming it at the figure.
“F-fuck off! Get away from me!” He screamed, watching Mafioso put his hands up and narrow his eyes. It wasn’t hard to tell the poor thing was having some kind of nightmare turning into a panic attack with a hallucination- maybe he still had a bit of shrooms in his system.
“Darling, it is I- Mafioso, you’re husband?” He got closer, slowly. Chance’s hands were trembling and unsteady as his eyes were trying to focus. Mafioso flicked on the lights to the room, and sighed softly through his nose as he watched Chance calm down.
iTrapped was no longer standing there, just Mafioso. They were in a spare room- why? Chance looked around, remembering that he had gotten high and Mafioso put him in a spare room for the night because Chance didn’t like sleeping in someone’s bed, married or not, when high. Mafioso walked over and gently took the gun and put it in his back pocket.
“Mio caro- is everything alright?” He whispered gently as he knelt down beside the bed, his hands around Chance’s smaller ones. Chance couldn’t meet his husband’s eyes, only looking down at his hands and still shaking- his lovely golden eyes tearing up.
“I… I’m sorry…” Chance whispered as Mafioso gently stood to hug his lover, rubbing his back firmly in circles, quietly soothing the other man, “I had that stupid nightmare again- iTrapped again- he always does it.. He always-” He broke off into a sob, curling into himself. He hated that memory. The man he thought he loved only used him for money, sex, and pleasure. Thankfully this new man was much better and loved him for who he was.
“Shhh shhh… it’s alright il mio coniglietto,” Mafioso whispered into Chance’s ear, kissing his temple and keeping him close, “I’ll love you the way you should be loved… I’ll love you correctly.”
Chance sighed as his muscles finally relaxed, body going slack. A weak little, “thank you” barely left his lips before he was back asleep and benign taken to their shared bed.