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Not the First Time, Never the Last ft. Ilya and Kor

Kor smiled as it all faded to black. His gaze lingered on Ilya’s eyes, those eyes… that blue… He awoke in a hospital bed, his whole body aching. It was a familiar pain, he felt the gentle hand trailing through his hair. God, Ilya could be so tender when he wanted to, it was so cruel.. Kor finally opened his eyes. The room was already dark, his deep tinted glasses lay unworn on the bedside table.

“You looked so pretty dying for me любовь”

Ilya’s voice rang out, a soft whisper against the loud machines. Those bright blue eyes.. They bore into Kor’s very soul..

“I did say I would reward you, didn’t I?”

He whispered, Kor practically melted into the bed. Ilya smiled, leaning up to press a light kiss to Kor’s neck, making him shutter.

“You’ll have to wait until you’re fully cleared милый”

Kor suppressed a moan at Ilya’s words, he wanted to rip his IVs out and let Ilya take anything he wanted. Ilya smiled, pressing another kiss to Kor’s neck, a whimper escaping the younger man’s lips.

“Go back to sleep, собака”

Ilya whispered, his breath ghosting over Kor’s skin as he lulled him to sleep. His fingers brushed through the platinum blonde hair, lightly pulling on the soft strands.

✢✢

Kor slowly woke up as a nurse lightly shook him, it had been a few days since Ilya had left. She explained that he was being discharged, taking out the IVs in his arms. She did the usual paperwork, Kor had done this for years. Sign the paperwork, say you’re gonna be fine, get out, go to Ilya’s. He walked out of the hospital tiredly, walking through the familiar streets. He finally walked up to the front door, knocking softly. Ilya opened the door, smiling as he dragged the younger man inside. He pressed hard kisses against Kor’s lips, pulling him through the apartment.

Kor fell back on the familiar soft sheets, dazedly watching Ilya move as he caught his breath. Ilya grabbed a syringe calmly, smiling as Kor obediently offered his arm. Kor knew what was in it, practically melting as Ilya’s thumb brushed over a small space of his bicep. He felt as Ilya dug the needle into his skin, four separate times, four separate needles, three saline, one the drug. Ilya didn’t want him learning the difference between the saline and the meth.

It hurt, Ilya had always liked the way Kor squirmed at the pain.

Kor whined as he felt the drug start to set in. Ilya stood over him, god, he looked so pretty… He watched the older man dig the needle into his skin a few more times, even though it was empty. He felt as his conscience started to recede, his vision starting to get splotchy. Ilya… Those eyes were so pretty… Ilya reached out, carefully undressing him as he fell unconscious.

✢✢

Kor slowly came to, wincing as he felt the pain lacing his body. His bare skin laid against Ilya’s own, warm…

“ Poor little щенок, couldn’t handle his drugs”

Ilya whispered, his voice dangerously sweet. Kor nuzzled closer into the older man’s rough grasp, Ilya hadn’t cleaned him up yet. He couldn’t cry, he never did. Not since the first time, he learned his lesson after that.

Ilya didn’t like him when he cried.

[End]