349012.
Title: 349012.
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Drug abuse. Implied death. This is my first crack fic.
Pairing: Mike/Tré.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Tré gets his hands on a new drug.
Word Count: 209 Words.
It was a new drug they developed. They told me it was called “349012”. Some laboratory drug with no name, just a serial number. Worse than weed, acid, and cocaine… combined. Now it’s in my hand, a little jar of orange-ish liquid.
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I took a shot of 349012 carefully, swishing it in my mouth. It was bitter, but it lost taste when the effects took hold.
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That first week, I fucked ten guys and five chicks. I’d take a shot, take someone into the alley, finish off, and gab another. Every night.
I only had one regular customer.
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He opened the door and glanced around to make sure nobody was looking before pulling me inside. Clothes were strewn along the hallway, fingers blindly, roughly, roaming flesh. I stopped him.
He looked at me, “Tré?”
“The drug i-is w-wearing off.” I gasped for breath, “Mike, it’s gone. Not now, not now, I need it.”
“What drug? I thought,” Mike swallowed, “I thought you said you needed me.”
I was sweating, “349012. I need 349012. Not you, not now.” Coming off the high was bad. He rubbed my back while I threw up. He stayed by me when I fell asleep. I don’t think I ever woke up.
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Drug abuse. Implied death. This is my first crack fic.
Pairing: Mike/Tré.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Tré gets his hands on a new drug.
Word Count: 209 Words.
It was a new drug they developed. They told me it was called “349012”. Some laboratory drug with no name, just a serial number. Worse than weed, acid, and cocaine… combined. Now it’s in my hand, a little jar of orange-ish liquid.
----
I took a shot of 349012 carefully, swishing it in my mouth. It was bitter, but it lost taste when the effects took hold.
----
That first week, I fucked ten guys and five chicks. I’d take a shot, take someone into the alley, finish off, and gab another. Every night.
I only had one regular customer.
----
He opened the door and glanced around to make sure nobody was looking before pulling me inside. Clothes were strewn along the hallway, fingers blindly, roughly, roaming flesh. I stopped him.
He looked at me, “Tré?”
“The drug i-is w-wearing off.” I gasped for breath, “Mike, it’s gone. Not now, not now, I need it.”
“What drug? I thought,” Mike swallowed, “I thought you said you needed me.”
I was sweating, “349012. I need 349012. Not you, not now.” Coming off the high was bad. He rubbed my back while I threw up. He stayed by me when I fell asleep. I don’t think I ever woke up.