it Down to Learning + Chapter 10
Krantz groaned. "You're
quite the little cocksucker, Tyrone," he complimented insultingly.
"What the hell did you need girls for?"
Duo shrugged. "I thought I'd move into management," he deadpanned,
his voice hoarse from the abuse his throat had taken.
Krantz laughed, standing up and fixing his clothes. "Well, I don't
think you're management material. It's good you have skills to fall back
on," he remarked nastily.
Duo lowered his eyes, not rising from his position on the floor. Krantz
moved past him, and tossed a small plastic bag on the floor in front of
Duo. "Four lines," Krantz reminded him. "Enjoy it."
The American continued to kneel on the floor after Krantz had closed the
door behind him, his eyes closed. His stomach roiled, not adjusting well
to the fluid it had been forced to absorb.
He was disgusted. Absolutely disgusted. Not by Krantz, but by himself.
Eleven years. He'd been clean for eleven years.
And in three fucking days, he was back on his knees, sucking cock for
Sick, just like Heero said.
Tears rose in Duo's eyes, and he felt himself trembling. Heero. God, he
wanted Heero, and Quatre and Wufei and Trowa, wanted them to take him
in their arms and assure him that this was all a bad dream, and would
They weren't there, though...but the cocaine was.
Duo sighed, moving around to the other side of the pole as he remembered.
He'd done all four lines at once, and nothing had bothered him for several
Then it had worn off...but Krantz had given him another four for the same
The next morning, a dealer who'd heard about him from Krantz gave him
three lines for a blowjob, and that night a third man gave him two. But
when he'd gone back to Krantz the next morning, the dealer had refused.
"Cash, Tyrone," he'd said firmly. "You know, money? You
familiar with the concept?"
"Come on, Krantz," Duo had pleaded, moving closer to the other
man, brushing against him. "Be a little old-fashioned. Barter economies
The man's cold gray eyes moved over him. There was a good deal more of
him visible than there'd been a few days before. Duo had found a second-hand
goods store where he'd been able to sell the jeans and shirt he'd been
wearing. Despite the fact that they were crumpled and stained, the proprietor
had given him the short shorts and half-shirt he was wearing now, plus
enough money to buy a fast food hamburger and supplement the two lines
the cheap bastard last night had given him.
"If you're that eager for a taste of me, Tiny, I'll give it to you
for free," Krantz offered, running a hand up Duo's bare leg and beneath
the fake silky material of the shorts.
Duo slapped his hand away, shaking his head. "You told me yourself,
Krantz - no charity cases," he reminded the other man.
Undaunted, Krantz pushed his hand back up Duo's leg, squeezing his bare
buttock beneath the barely-concealing fabric of his shorts.
"You aren't getting any more coke for sucking me off," he told
Duo bluntly. "But since you got these pretty shorts, Tiny, I've been
wondering if that ass of yours is as sweet as your mouth," he whispered
hotly, squeezing harder on the flesh in his hand.
Duo smiled archly down at him, trying to keep the screaming inside him
from erupting. He couldn't...he just couldn't...he'd already fallen so
far, but he managed to keep something to himself...
"My ass is plenty sweet," he agreed pertly. "But it doesn't
"Four lines," Krantz promised.
Duo laughed scornfully, pulling away. "No less than twenty, Krantz,"
he told the other man airily.
"Twenty?" Krantz repeated incredulously. "Unless it's made
of fucking gold, you're crazy. Six."
"Fifteen," Duo countered.
Duo sighed theatrically. "I'm letting you cheat me, Krantz...you're
taking all I have and offering me crumbs in return..."
"Yeah, sell it to the news," Krantz grunted. "Come on,
I don't have all day."
For all his surly speech, Duo noticed that he was moving pretty quickly
across the bar. Krantz probably didn't get all that many opportunities,
he reflected sourly as he followed the cadaverous man across the mostly-empty
bar. Most willing partners probably preferred someone who had a bit more
interest in hygiene then Krantz did.
But who was he to be picky? The familiar despair weighed so heavily in
Duo that he wondered abstractly how he was even able to move, much less
follow Krantz into that miserable little room that seemed destined to
be the setting for every stage of his disintegration back into street
Krantz, again, threw a small bill on the bar. Duo stopped, and picked
up a small stack of napkins, winking saucily at the bartender as he did.
The man rolled his eyes, unwillingly grinning and tossing a few more in
The American carefully picked them up. Always prepared.
By the time he entered the room, Krantz already had his pants off. Duo
grinned at him, trying to hide the panic and utter misery he was feeling,
and slowly pulled his own shorts down.
He ran a surreptitious hand up and down the length of his cock as he stripped,
and the flesh obediently rose. He didn't want Krantz, didn't want any
of this, but it wouldn't be good for the other man to know it.
He pulled his shirt off too and threw it to the side, stretching slightly
to show off the muscles in his torso. Krantz' eyes brightened, but before
he could do or say anything, Duo fell to his knees in front of him and
unceremoniously took his cock in his mouth.
He was damned if he didn't get a little lubrication going.
He sucked hard on Krantz' already stiff organ - the closer he could bring
him with his mouth, the less time it would last. He pumped himself at
the same time, fingers pulling hard on his own erection to distract himself
from what was happening, what was going to happen, what he was letting
Krantz suddenly grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking him unceremoniously
to his feet. Duo staggered, thrown off balance by the movement, and Krantz
grabbed his arm, spinning him around and shoving him hard.
Duo banged into the table, the edge of it hitting his upper thighs. Before
he could straighten himself or move away, Krantz was behind him, bending
him over the table.
Duo braced his elbows on the scarred surface and spread his legs, bracing
himself, balancing most of his weight on his feet, not depending on the
strength in his arms to hold up both him and Krantz.
He felt the other man's hands on him, pulling his buttocks apart, curious
fingers ramming dry into his tight, unprepared passage.
Duo gasped, a whimper escaping his throat as he squeezed his eyes closed
and tried to force himself to relax, to open himself to the rough intruders...fighting
it would only make it worse.
Krantz' hands still held him spread wide, and Duo felt something hard
and hot probing roughly at his entrance. He took a deep breath and held
it as Krantz speared into him.
As the man forced his hard cock past the first tight ring of muscle, Duo
couldn't hold back a pained cry. He'd seen Krantz' cock several times
now, and it wasn't that thick, but he wasn't ready for it, and it felt
like it was going to split him in two. Being fucked hadn't hurt like this
in years. Thank goodness he'd been able to get his mouth on it for a minute
- even with that much lubrication, he felt it abrading his inner walls,
roughly scraping against them as Krantz shoved deep inside him.
Krantz' hands moved up to his hips, and Duo braced himself again as he
felt the man begin to thrust in and out of him. He felt Krantz' hot breath
on his neck as the other man's cock continued to ram its way in and out
of his body, slowly gaining speed.
With every movement, Duo's own cock rubbed roughly against the surface
of the table. He wasn't enjoying this, not at all, not in any way, but
his body responded to the friction, and he felt his balls growing tighter
"Oh, fuck," Krantz half-sobbed against his back. "Holy
Duo concentrated on maintaining his balance, moving his hips so his cock
rubbed more surely against the table. He felt himself almost ready to
come, and he tightened his passage abruptly, squeezing hard on Krantz,
who was that moment shoving deep inside him.
The other man screamed, and Duo felt a hot wetness flood his insides.
He groaned, allowing himself his own release, his seed spurting up to
spatter over his chest.
Duo shuddered, collapsing on the table as his legs gave out. He closed
his eyes, resting his face on the wet surface of the table. He could feel
Krantz' cock still throbbing inside of him. He wanted to scream at the
other man to get it out, to get away from him, to leave him the fuck alone...but
of course, he couldn't. He just...couldn't.
Krantz stood over him for a few minutes, still buried deep inside him,
his hands still digging painfully into Duo's hips. Finally he groaned
loudly and pulled away. Duo couldn't contain a small shudder at the small
sucking sound their bodies made as they disjoined.
"Jesus fucking Christ...what a mess," Krantz groused.
Duo straightened, wincing painfully, and saw Krantz scowling at the mixture
of blood and fluids covering his own near flaccid cock.
"If you want me to clean it up, Krantz, it'll cost you another two
lines worth," he said flatly, hearing the coldness in his own voice.
Krantz apparently didn't notice his tone, or didn't care, and he chuckled.
"Not a problem, Tiny," he announced amiably. He crossed the
room to where Duo's discarded shorts lie, and picked them up, carefully
cleaning himself with the black fabric. Duo glared at him and he chuckled
again, quickly putting his own clothes back on. He approached Duo, who
still stood naked beside the table. He leaned down and sucked on the skin
of the smaller man's neck. Duo gasped sharply and tried to shove the thin
man away as Krantz' teeth came together, biting him hard.
"Just leaving a little mark behind," Krantz chuckled. Duo scowled
at him. He'd already learned in their brief interaction that Krantz was
unbearable when he'd just gotten some. He much preferred the dealer's
usual attitude of snappish irritation to the obnoxious joviality he displayed
when he'd just gotten his rocks off. The taller man reached behind Duo
and slid a finger in his stretched passage, moving it back and forth inside
him roughly several times before sliding it out and running it up Duo's
back. The American shivered as the air moved over the dampened trail.
"Thanks, Tiny," Krantz grinned, and reached into his pocket,
dropping a three small bags onto the table. "A little extra...for
your laundry bill," he snickered, and turned and sauntered out of
Duo growled after him, then turned and, with shaking fingers, dumped the
contents of one of the little bags onto a relatively clean area of the
table. He moved it as carefully as he could into several small lines,
and inhaled them as rapidly as he could manage.
He lowered himself shakily to the ground, pulling his knees up to his
bare chest and wrapping his arms around them. He sat there, huddled in
on himself for what felt like a very long time.
Already, it was taking longer and longer for the drug to take effect.
A few days ago, that one line had been enough to bring him immediate euphoria,
and though the sharpest edge had worn off relatively quickly, the lingering
pleasure had lasted several hours.
Now, he sat shuddering for five minutes before the warmth started creeping
over him. He knew the euphoria wouldn't be as high as it had been several
days before, and he rather suspected that four lines at a time wasn't
enough any more. He needed more.
He crawled over to where his clothes and the pile of napkins lay scattered
on the floor, and used the napkins to cleanse himself as best as he could.
He wrinkled his nose at the mixture of semen and blood seeping out of
his passage and covering the formerly white paper squares, but diligently
wiped it all up. Those shorts wouldn't absorb any of it, and he'd really
prefer that it not run down his leg.
He performed the task methodically, carefully gathering the soiled papers
together, putting his damp shorts and his shirt and shoes back on. He
hid the remaining two precious packets in a small pocket inside the shorts.
He couldn't let himself think of what he'd just done. He couldn't picture
the disgust in Heero's eyes, or any of the others, if they knew.
But...what else did they expect?
This is what he was.
A whore. A filthy, disgusting tramp, who'd let anyone fuck him up the
ass for the price of a few drugs.
The knowledge seared through him, making his chest burn with a screaming
pain...but at the same time, there was a sense of weary rightness.
That's what he was. That's what he'd always been, really. He'd tried for
years to pretend otherwise, but there was little point to that.
He was a whore, and he was back in business.
Duo sighed, forcing his attention back to the present, and decided it
was time to try a little more active solicitation. He pressed his back
against the pole, throwing his head to the side, exposing the slim column
of his neck.. He arched his back, exposing the taut muscles of his stomach
and the bulge in his shorts at the same time.
Krantz' three bags had lasted him the rest of that day. The dealer had
fucked him again the next day, and for the three days after that he had
allowed some of the dealer's friends to take him in exchange for drugs.
They'd been eager to have him, but, as before, the price had gone steadily
down. They all knew he was always willing, and so supply exceeded demand.
This morning, Krantz had roughly fucked him, bent over that goddamned
table, and had given him exactly nothing in return except the promise
that, once Duo had some money in hand, he would sell to him.
So here he was, on the corner, trying to drum up business.
He'd made a few friends in the past few days, as he began to sink more
and more back into his old street identity. When he wasn't fucking or
sucking someone for coke, he'd made what contacts he could, run errands,
done a bit of courier work. He'd made some cash, though not enough to
support his growing habit. And the Maxwell charm hadn't died. He'd always
been his most charming when he was at his lowest. So when he'd made the
decision that he had to freelance, he'd had some help. The bartender had
made a few calls and found him a safe corner, where he wouldn't be invading
anyone's territory. One of the toughs he'd come to know over the past
week escorted him to the corner and hung around for a bit, announcing
without words that Duo was allowed to be where he was.
Now, he just needed some business. He looked across the street, where
a man in a blue suit was staring at him.
Duo smiled invitingly at the man, and ran his hand across the bare skin
of his own stomach, running it up, beneath the hem of his short shirt,
rubbing his fingers over his own nipples. He tossed his head slightly,
causing more hair to ripple down over his shoulder.
The mark crossed the street, and stopped beside Duo.
"What's your rate?" he asked abruptly.
Duo raked his eyes boldly over the other man, quickly sizing him up. In
his forties, probably married with three kids at home, out during his
lunch hour to assuage some of his sicker urges...
"A hundred, for you," he breathed, allowing his eyes to linger
on the other man's crotch.
As he stared at it, licking his lips, he saw the bulge there grow bigger.
"And the room?" he asked briskly.
Duo smiled at him. "Hey, you want extras, you pay for them,"
he mocked mildly.
The errant family man scowled down at him. "That's a little steep,
don't you think?" he demanded.
"Not for me," Duo purred softly, reaching out to boldly grasp
the other man's hardness through his suit pants. "I'm well worth
He gasped, pulling away slightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead
as he stared down at Duo. "Your call," the American announced
lightly, turning his head away, tilting it at just the right angle to
expose the vulnerability of his throat. At the same moment he shrugged,
a movement that he knew would cause the muscles of his chest to ripple
He'd called it. The business man gulped, shifting uncomfortably as his
erection strained his pants. "Fine," he managed. "Deal."
"You won't regret it," Duo promised breathily, pushing himself
away from the pole and leading the way to the by-the-hour motel down the
block. He put a seductive sway in his hips and winked at the man trailing
eagerly behind him.
And he wouldn't regret it. It would be everything he wanted - hot, dirty,
And what a bargain.
Duo's soul, for a hundred an hour, plus twenty-five for the room.
Actually, Duo reflected bitterly, hanging onto the man's arm as he hastily
scrawled some name - Duo doubted it was his own - on the registration
form, he was probably overpaying.
What had it been, back in the day?
Eight pieces of silver for the devil?
Whatever, the American thought as the door to the cheap room slammed behind
them and he felt the other man's trembling hands move over his body, pulling
off his clothes, moving between his legs to squeeze his penis.
It hardly mattered at this point.
The Devil already had him. And he was stuck here in hell.
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