Work Text:
Namgyu and Thanos sat huddled in a narrow alleyway that reeked of stale beer—the piercing odor lingered heavily in the damp air, yet neither of them seemed to care, looking completely indifferent to the stench.
Thanos—with a casual flick of his wrist—popped a small pill into his mouth and swallowed it dry. "C'mon, don't be shy," he urged—his voice dropping to a persuasive murmur, waving the cross-shaped necklace heavy with pills like a twisted invitation. "Have some! Live a little," he added. Namgyu then obediently—showing no resistance—did as he was told, popping the pill into his mouth before drowning it in a flood of cheap whiskey from his flask.
As they passed the stash back and forth, the world around them began to unravel. Minutes blurred into seconds as the drugs took hold—warping their perception—colors stretched and smeared across the walls. They sank into a thick, hazy state of mind, overwhelmed by a sense of detachment that completely freed them from reality.
Namgyu pops another pill onto his tongue—swallowing it dry. His fingers then tighten around a cold, sharp blade as he presses it firmly against his skin—dragging it slowly and deliberately. A sharp hiss escapes him—mixed with a faint whine. The wound opens deep—revealing yellow-orange bubbles within the cut—clusters of fat nestled beneath his flesh.
His vision dims—drifting far beyond a simple drug-induced haze. The world around him warps into a surreal dreamscape. The warm blood crawling down his arm sends a thrill racing through his chest—making his heart pound. His trembling hands fumble as he pulls out a cigarette—lighting it, inhaling deeply with a long drag—then presses the tip against his wrist—putting off the cigarette.
Thanos watched it all unfold—grinning from ear to ear, his eyes locked on Namgyu's arm. A soft giggle escaped him as he took Namgyu's hand and guided it along the blade—pressing down together against Namgyu's scarred, jagged-lined arm—carving a heart deep into the flesh.
Namgyu's eyes widened in shock at the sharp cutting—a soft hiss escaping him as he struggled to steady his breath. "S-subong?" he whimpered, his gaze fixed on the carving." Hehehe, you like this, don't you, Nam-su?" Thanos teased, giggling as warm blood began to leak—mixing between their hands. "Shut up!!" Namgyu responded with a reddened expression.
The carved heart was barely visible beneath the pooling blood—glistening as it oozed from the cut. Namgyu was in a vulnerable state—his body tense as Thanos tightened his grip on the blade. With his other hand, Thanos gently cupped Namgyu's face, his thumb tracing softly over his lips.
Without warning, their faces grew closer—as their lips met in a slow, yet intense kiss—stroking Namgyu's lips with the tip of his tongue, he explored Namgyu's mouth, teasing the roof of the mouth; the kiss quickly deepened—Namgyu whimpering in pleasure from Thanos's tongue meeting with his.
"Mmhmm..." Namgyu whimpered softly against Thanos's lips—a sound that only urged Thanos to deepen the kiss. Their mouths moved together in a slow, deliberate rhythm—tongues intertwining with intensity. A thin thread of saliva dropped between them.
As they slowly pulled apart—each gasping desperately for air—their chests rose and fell together. The atmosphere around them felt heavy, charged with an almost tangible tension—Thanos then continued on, his kiss intensifying until they were both completely breathless.
The end. . . I guess !!