[O] Rough night

Deacon sat out the back of the bar, his head rested against the brick wall as he sat against the pavement.

A cigarette hung from his mouth which he inhaled lazily.

He hadn't had the best of nights, another young kid had overdosed, luckily he had treated him in time and the boy was currently sleeping it off in his apartment in the spare room.

The Warlock looked weary a completely contrast to the other occupants of the bar who drank and spoke loudly, singing along to the band playing inside.

Deacon gave a soft groan and rubbed his eyes, switching out his smoke for a deep drink of whiskey which sat beside him.

It hadn't been long since Doc had helped Marty move to the coven. He hadn't met any of the other residents yet, and he hadn't yet started to work as Docs delivery boy.

His body was aching for a heroin fix. The drugs and sedatives that Doc gave were far better, but the drug still had a hold on the young vampire.

He'd gotten dressed, brushed his teeth, but didn't bother to brush his hair. The blue locks looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed.

He tried to remember where the apartment was that Doc lived in. It was above a bar... right?

Marty snorted a laugh to himself when he recalled that he was a vampire and didn't actually have to remember anything. He could just follow his senses.

He shifted into his little weasel form and scurried along the streets of Italy undetected, until he came upon the right building. His plan was to sneak around the back to change into his normal form again.

But when he got there he saw Doc was out back anyway. Perfect!

The weasel scampered up and hopped onto Docs lap. It placed it's little paws on the Warlocks chest and gazed up at him with it's beady little eyes.

Doc's senses were fairly good and he could feel Marty close by.

Having the small weasel perch in his lap was a surprise though, he had expected that form.

His lips quirked up a little as he stroked the animal's head, he remembered it from when they had first met and Marty had snuck into his hotel room.

"Hey Marty."

He muttered, stroking the length of his body.

"Want a drink?"

He asked, lowering the glass from his lips and offering some to him.

The weasel got a very content expression when Doc petted it. When the drink was offered, Marty decided to change back.

In his Vampire form, he sat perched on Doc's lap, his usual grin on his lips.

"Well since ya offered." He said, taking the glass and gulping down a few swigs.

"Ahh, that's got a nice burn." He said, handing the glass back.

His hands were shaking and his eye twitched somewhat.

He chuckled as the man shifted back right in his lap, as Marty gulped down his drink the Warlock's hands found their way onto the Vampire's hips, stroking them slowly.

"You're shaking, you feeling alright?"

He asked idly as he took the glass from the boy and set it back down on the cement.

Even on other drugs as a replacement he was going to go through some withdrawals.

Marty liked what Doc's hands were doing.

He liked it a lot.

"Eh... eh." He shrugged. If he were to be honest he would say he felt like absolute shit.

But Doc's eyes distracted him.

He couldn't stop shaking though. It was part of the withdrawal.

"Do you need me to fetch you something a little stronger to calm you down?"

He asked as his hands went back to stroking the boy's hips gently.

Deacon was barely aware that he was doing it, he was more concerned about the boy's well being than the placement of his hands.

Marty nodded his head up and down eagerly.

"Yeh... Yeh that would be fuckin amazin of ya." He said. He placed his hands over Docs and leaned his head into the man's chest.

"Not to rush er nything but the sooner the better." He mumbled.

He knew that Doc would take care of him.

"Come on then, I'll get you what you need."

He muttered as he helped the boy onto his feet and guided him toward a backdoor that led up stairs toward his apartment.

"There is a kid sleeping in the next room, idiot over dosed so I'm making sure he pulls through the night."

He offered the boy a seat on the couch before he headed into his office which he used for most of his brewing.

A few moments later he came back out with a single tablet in hand, giving it over to the Vampire, the same one he had given to him that night in the park.

"Ya never let me down jockey~" He said with a grin, though he stumbled a bit when they stood.

He followed the man upstairs to his apartment. Most people would not like living above a bar, but for Doc it was practically perfect.

"Normally when people overdose I jus' suck their blood." He said honestly. When was the last time he ate again?

It seemed that without Doc reminding him, Marty would just let his body wither away.

He could smell the kid in the room over. It was very tempting.

"Think I could steal a little taste of him?" He asked, licking his lips with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"The kid is weak enough at the moment without you draining him, leave him be."

Deacon replied as he sat on the couch and handed Marty the pill.

"If you're hungry you can wash it down with some of mine, I don't keep blood bags in the apartment, you have to start remembering to eat."

He replied, shaking his head as he pulled off his coat and pulled his hair out of the way of his neck, laying against the couch comfortably, offering his throat as he looked over at the boy.

Marty took the pill as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

"Eh, I'm sure he would't notice a bit of blood loss. Might be good fer his detox, right?" He chuckled, but he plopped down next to Doc and put the pill on his tongue.

"Never drank from plastic before... not sure how I feel 'bout it yet." He admitted, the pill on his tongue causing his speech to be a little funny.

He much preferred to drink from a body than anything else. A body breathed, pulsed, twitched... It was the best.

He swallowed the pill and then bit onto Doc's neck.

He didn't drink as greedily this time. Instead he took it nice and slow, not wanting to cause Doc to get lightheaded or other discomfort.

His hand stroked the back of the boy's head as he drank, normally he would never let a Vampire drink from him, the magic in a Warlock's blood was a precious thing.

His eyes slid shut as he let the boy drink, his body calm, his heart beating steadily as his breathing slowly.

Deacon wasn't afraid of the man taking too much or hurting him, the simple fact was that he wanted Marty to feel better, he didn't want the boy to suffer when he could help him.

"Take what you need."

He murmured softly, his voice vibrating against the Vampire's fangs.

Like last time, the drug started taking immediate effect.

Marty's eyelids lowered and he let out a soft moan from how delicious Doc's blood tasted. It poured into his stomach, yet made the rest of his body feel warm and strong.

After a short while he stopped drinking and instead just stayed in the position he was. Everything was getting loopy for him. His body felt great.

The shaking didn't stop, but he didn't notice it anymore.

A thin line of blood trickled down Doc's neck while Marty zoned out.

A small smile curled at the man's lips as Marty zoned out and lay against him.

"Now it's time to relax."

He murmured softly as he scooped the boy up and lay down on the couch, laying Marty out on top of him as he stroked the boy's back as he lay against his chest.

"You'll feel better now."

Deacon added before reaching over and switching on the television, the two of them could simply stay like this for the rest of the night, there was no need to move.

Marty rested his head on Doc's chest. He was so comfortable, it felt like their bodies were mushing. He wasn't sure where his body stopped and Doc's began.

"Ya.. feel.... real nice." He said in his stoned slur.

His hands explored Doc's chest and side, idly letting his fingers explore the man's clothed body.

He reached up and felt Doc's hair. It was so soft, especially in this moment when everything was 10 times better than reality.

"Hmmmmmmm" Marty hummed as he feathered his fingers in Doc's hair.

"So do you Marty."

He replied with a soft chuckle, the boy was amusing when he was this out of it.

"You know you can stay here when you need to?"

The place was light proof when he closed the shutters, it was safe for him to stay over, plus it wasn't like they hadn't shared a bed before, they had quite a few times now.

He liked keeping an eye on Marty, making sure he was handling everything, he had only been at the coven a few days but he doubted the vampire had made any friends, he was alone up there.

"Ya mean that jockey?" He asked, resting his head again on Doc's chest so he could hear the heartbeat. When he was this out of it, the simple sound of another's heartbeat was mesmerizing.

His hands flopped limp, though his fingers were still entangled in the Warlocks hair.

"Of course."

He replied with a small smile as the boy went limp, it was nice to see that Marty was able to relax, even if he needed a pill to do so.

His hands stroked over the boy's back as he soothed him.

"How have you been up at the coven?"

Hopefully he could get a few responses out of the man before he became too hazed.

Marty swallowed and opened his eyes. Lazily he pulled his hands back and propped his chin up so he was looking at Doc's eyes.

He stared at the redhead for a few moments, a goofy smile on his face.

"Hm?" He asked after a short while.

Deacon looked back down at Marty, waiting for him to say something.

The goofy smile on the boy's face made him chuckle softly, which turned into a snorted laugh when the boy finally responded.

"You're completely tweeked out."

He shook his head and relaxed against the couch, stroking a hand through Marty's hair.

"Don't worry, just chill out with me."

When Doc laughed Marty couldn't help but laugh along. He both sounded and looked completely out of it.

"Hahaaaa." He laughed, tilting his head so as to give Doc more room to play with his hair. He loved the way it felt. It caused his body to shiver once, which only made Marty laugh more.

"Mmmhmmmhmhm. Ya take good care o'me huh?" He purred, kicking his shoes off so they fell over the edge of the couch.

"Do I? I dunno."

He replied with a grin as he looked at the man, he did what he could for Marty, which admittedly wasn't that much.

At the very least Marty now had a roof over his head, food in his belly and he was off the hard drugs that would fry his brain.

Deacon wasn't the best influence in the world, he wouldn't try to get the man clean if he didn't want to, he just made Marty less fucked up than he already was.

"I like ya company so I'm here if you need me."

Marty let out a soft humm at Doc's words. It was the best he could do to assure the man that yes, he did take care of him well.

Slowly Marty turned back into his weasel form and curled up on Doc's stomach. It's nose twitched every now and then but otherwise it looked very happy and sedated.

He stroked the creature's small fluffy body slowly.

Marty's withdrawals would get better, he wouldn't feel so shitty in a few days when his body didn't shake so much and he was craving it less.

He just had to keep the boy relaxed and sedated until then, Doc knew that Marty didn't have the will power to stay off of heroine when the symptoms got worse.