Part One
The figure walked quickly, yet cautiously down the dark, night lit streets. Muffled traffic and the odd siren could be heard echoing somewhere in the distance, causing the nervous stranger to quicken his pace. With the collar of the trench coat pulled up and the fedora pulled down, an observer would be hard pressed to distinguished the hunched, shapeless frame as either female or male. But if there were any observers, they had long learned in this particular locality to keep their eyes down, and their mouths shut. The inhabitants were not known for their wide ranging neighbourhood watch program.
The stranger came to his destination. Pausing at the entrance of a dark alley, the figure quickly glanced around, before seeming to meld into the dark void.
"You're late," a disembodied voice chastised.
"I had to be sure I wasn't followed," the stranger replied, as a trembling hand slipped the fedora from his head, releasing his shoulder length hair as he did so. "You got the stuff?" The desperation in his voice was clearly audible.
"Look Tanner, something went wrong," the contact answered as he stepped out of the darkness.
Vin frowned, licking his lips as he wiped at his nose with a shaking hand. "What do ya mean somethin' went wrong? Ya promised me, Ronnie! Ya said ya'd have it!" he snapped as he grabbed his connection by the scruff of his jacket.
Shrugging out from under the desperate man's grip, Ronnie stepped back. He knew Vin Tanner was a dangerous man at the best of times, but without his fix to keep him at a level keel, Ronnie knew his life was now hanging in the balance.
"Look," he soothed the twitching man. "There was a tip off. The S.E.A raided my main contact this morning this morning. There was nothing I could do."
"So where does that leave me!" Vin growled, taking out his frustration on a nearby brick wall. "Fuck!" he cursed as he nursed his now aching fist.
"Look Tanner," Ronnie actually sounded sorry for his best customer, and stepped forward and pressed something into Vin's bruised and bloodied hand. "This was the best I could do. Until my contact is up and running again, well, I'll let you know when I can get you some more, okay?"
Watching as Vin began to reach into his pocket for his wallet, Ronnie shook his head, "This one's on me. You take care, Vin."
Vin seemed genuinely touched by his supplier's gesture, and choked a grateful nod, as he watched Ronnie disappear back into the darkness.
Checking the alley once more, Vin could no longer wait. As desperate fingers struggled with the wrapping in their urgency to get to much-needed contraband inside, he no longer cared if he was observed or not, and with a groan of ecstasy fed the growling animal inside him.
As he was savouring the last of his hit, Vin was startled by bursts of exploding light. Spinning around, the empty wrapping dropped to the ground as he put his hand up to protect himself from the blinding flashes.
"What the...who's there?" Vin demanded, as spots of light danced in front of his eyes.
"Don't worry Vin, it's only me," a soft voice soothed.
"Mary?" Vin asked, as he blinked the lights away. "What's goin'?"
Mary stepped forward, whispering to some unseen companion before turning back to Vin. "Don't you think as the reporter here, I should be asking that question?" she said as she stepped closer to the startled agent. "Here I find Vin Tanner, trusted and valued member of the most respected ATF team in the country, slipping into some alley like some skulking criminal."
"It's not what ya think," Vin stammered as he tried to step away from blonde.
"Isn't Vin?" Mary smiled as she stepped even closer. "I believe that tell tale white powder tells me that it 'is' what I'm thinking."
"How did ya know?" Vin sighed, knowing there was no way out of his situation now. Mary was good at what she did, and now she had the photo's to prove it.
"Well," Mary replied as she leaned in and wiped at a white smudge with her finger. "I am a reporter and have been known to stick my nose in places where it doesn't belong. An anonymous tip to the S.E.A and your supply was cut off."
Flinching under the reporter's touch, yet standing his ground, Vin glared at the reporter. "What do ya want, Mary?"
"What do I want," Mary slid closer until their bodies were in full contact. "I could turn you in," she smiled as she licked the remnants of his guilt from his face. "Or for a return offering, I could help you with your...er...'needs'"
Vin's eyes widen in shock at Mary's offer and he was about to push her away when he saw her reach in her pocket and before he could act, he was staring at the source of his dreams and of his nightmares.
"Come on, Vin," Mary goaded. "You know you want it. All you have to do is be my whore, whenever, wherever I ask and I will supply you with it all."
Wiping his mouth, Vin licked his lips, as he hesitatingly reached out.
"That's it Vin, take it," Mary urged the desperate young man.
"But what...what about the S.E.A?" Vin asked, biting down on the corner of his lip as he continued to battle with his demons.
"Don't worry about the Sugar Enforcement Agency, Vin. You just think of the Baby Ruths, the Bubblicious burst pops. Think of the boxes of Hershey kisses and mini marshmallows and all the Pixie Stix you can snort," Mary tempted as she waved the pink Peep in front of Vin. "All you have to do is service me whenever I want and world full of sugar can be yours," she purred into Vin ear as she brushed the Peep against Vin's lips.
"Go on, Vin, you know you want to"
Part Two
What had he done?
He ran. Vin ran as if the Poodles of Hell themselves were chasing him, but it didn't matter. No matter how fast he ran, his demons kept pace, mocking him with their victory.
There was so much he would do to get hands on the sweet, saccharine treat, but even as the beast clawed at his belly, Vin knew he had sunk to a level that few had slithered to.
He had run blindly through the streets until, sweating and breathless he found himself at the door to his apartment. Hoping his room would give him the refuge he sought Vin quickly unlocked the door and scurried in.
Slamming the door behind him, Vin wrapped his arms around himself, banging the back of his head against the door as he slowly slid down the floor.
'Go on, Vin, you know you want to'
"Shut up," Vin growled through clenched teeth, as he continued to snap his head against the wood panelling. "Shut up!"
God, he could feel her. He could feel her hands on him. Touching him, roughly pulling his cock from his denim haven where it had tried to hide in fear. His back ached from where her fingernails had gouged deep bloody trenches into its skin.
He stopped his head banging, not only because there was no music, or that his head was beginning to hurt, but his nostrils had caught a stench in the air.
It was her.
She was still on him. Her reek covered him with the odious retaliation of skunk's spray.
Jumping to his feet, Vin began desperately pulling at his clothes, dashing through the apartment, tossing them left and right and promising to burn the now 'Mary' stained garments as soon as he could.
Grabbing some lye soap and a stiff scrubbing brush, he turned on the hot water. As soon the steam began to form, Vin sucked in a deep breath as he stepped into the scalding stream.
The water seared his skin, but the pain didn't stop Vin from scrubbing at his body until it was raw. The Lye stung his now red and sensitive skin, but again, he didn't stop. He had to scour, clean any trace of weakness from his body, even if he couldn't wipe from his heart.
An hour later, Vin despondently trudged from bathroom. With only a towel wrapped around his waist, the scars from his night of servitude was evident. Like his scarred heart, Mary's talon wounds couldn't be washed away.
That familiar animal once again gnawed at him. "No," Vin cried out as he fell to his knees with his arms wrapped around his waist. But the beast was deaf to his pleas and continued to gorge a cramping, fiery trail in his gut.
Disgusted, but unable to refuse, Vin crawled over to his scattered clothes, desperately searching each pocket, each fold for the illicit dust that would satisfy his inner beast.
"No!" he shouted, as he tossed another piece of clothing aside. There had to be something, maybe a Jujube, a Gummy bear, M&M, God, even a lint-covered milk dud.
There was nothing, until...
Crawling over to the tossed trench coat, Vin closed his eyes, as he reached in to the pocket. His breathless panting caught in his throat, his trembling body released a shuddering smile as he fingers found their target.
Clutching his find tightly in his hand, Vin didn't notice the towel fall away, as he scrambled to his settee. Wiping his mouth with a trembling hand, he ripped open the packet of Pixie Stix, spilling some as he did so. Dipping a finger on the dropped residue, he rubbed the powder over his top gum and savoured the taste. Needing even more, Vin set out three lines, and with a nearby straw, he took a deep breath and snort the fine white to oblivion.
As the final line disappeared up his nose, Vin sighed, and slouched back on the settee. Wiping the tell tale signs of powder off his nose, chest and cock, his lips quivered as he realized that Mary had won and that Chris, when he found out, would be lost to him forever.
Collapsing on to his side, Vin pulled his knees up to his chest and cried. Cried for his lost love, sobbed for his whoredom, and howled for the calories he would gain.
Part Three
Chris sat staring into the empty space of his office, the phone in his hand still gripped tightly, although the line had long since gone dead. The news the caller had imparted had not been unexpected. Somehow he had known, but that didn't lesson the pain, or the helplessness he was now feeling.
How had he not noticed?
Sure there had been signs that something wasn't right with team seven's resident sharpshooter, but Vin would always manage to explain the questionable behaviour away. Not this time. This time Chris had undeniable proof that Vin was in more trouble than he could handle and he wasn't about to look the other way while his friend drowned in a quicksand of Nutrisweet. But first things first, there was a 'problem to handled and he had just the men to do it. Once he had a dial tone, Chris quickly punched in the first number and was soon relating the problem to rapidly incensed Ezra. Sure that the problem was in the best of hands, Chris hung up and leapt to his feet.
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Bounding up the steps to Vin's apartment, Chris had his cock primed, (I mean,) his gun cocked and primed. Nothing was going to keep him from fucking Vin. (My mistake again, sorry. Don't know what's wrong me today) fucking up the person that fucked with his friend.
Of all the things Chris had imagined seeing on the other side of the door, one wasn't a lean, sweating, yet naked body curled in foetal form on the well-worn settee.
He was so beautiful, so touchable, Chris thought as he eye fucked the inert form.
Shaking his head in an attempt to dislodge the impure and selfish thoughts that had begun to set his blood to near boiling point, Chris moved quickly to his best friend's side. His sex-craved vision clearing, his anger ebbing as he came face to naked body with Vin's raw desperation.
Folding to his knees, Chris eyes inspected every tasty morsel...every inch for medical reasons of course, of Vin's body. Each bruise and scratch was catalogued for later 'bitch whoop-assing'.
"She'll pay, Vin," Chris promised as he tenderly reached out to brush a tendril of sweat-dampened hair from Vin's forehead.
Vin suddenly leapt to life, scurrying up on to his haunches, he pushed himself as far as he could into the corner of the settee. With his hands wrapped around his legs, his eyes darted frantically around the room, looking at everything, but the man in front of him.
"What're ya doin' here?"
Chris didn't want to frighten Vin anymore than he had been. He couldn't imagine the horrors that Vin had had to endure under that blonde harridans hands.
"It's okay, Vin. Everything will be alright from now on."
"How can ya say that?" Vin said, his voice barely audible as he hung his head in shame. "Oh God, don't look at me."
"I'm looking, I'm really, really looking," Chris said as he licked his lips, before abruptly returning to Vin's situation. "I see a friend that needs help."
With a violent shake of his head, Vin jumped to his feet, (Chris takes note of cock swinging invitingly as Vin did this) "It is too late for me," he said as he began to pace the room. "I've done thin's I ain't proud of. Hell, they make me puke when I think on 'em. I've tried, Chris, I really have," he cried as he fell to his knees in front of his friend. "Chris, I can't give it up, I need it so bad... What am I gonna do. Mary she said..."
"Don't you worry about Mary," Chris said as he reached out a hand to cup Vin's cheek. "She's not going to bother you again."
Vin frowned, unsure to what Chris was inferring, but one thing he knew, he trusted his friend. If Chris said he wouldn't have to worry about Mary again, than he wouldn't worry, but that still didn't solve his main problem. Already Vin could feel the burning ache of hunger beginning to gnaw at his insides, "Chrisssss," he moaned as he teetered and dropped forward into Chris's arms.
Having seen the bottom a bottle on many occasions since his wife and child's untimely death, he knew that look, that craving to feed the beast. He couldn't stand by and watch the man he wanted to fuck so badly (oops) that he cared for, fight that battle. Reaching into his pocket he pulled a small bottle of chocolate topping (Not that he had been planning anything untoward with Vin in anyway) and poured some of his finger.
"Vin? I know it hurts, pard. Here," he whispered softly as he put the chocolate-fingers to the distressed man's lips. "Suck."
Vin smelt the sweet nectar before he saw it and without a thought to how desperate and disgusting he would look, he grabbed Chris's offering and sucked as he was told to. The taste was intoxicating.
Chris tried to hold back the moan as he imagined Vin's suction working on another part of his body. Trying to control himself, he had to keep reminding himself that he was here to save Vin, not to feed his own sexual starvation.
"More!" Vin demanded as his hands began to search Chris for the rest of the brown treasure.
"Vin, hold on. Vin, slow down," Chris said with only half-hearted resistance to the hands that roamed desperately over his body.
"I'm sorry..can't," Vin panted as he began to rip and pull at Chris clothes. "I need it...I need it so bad!"
Shaking hand suddenly found what they were searching for, but in their haste, the bottle slipped and its contents emptied over Chris semi-bared body.
"Vin? Vin?"
Vin was now passed hearing anything. His glazed focused was on the sweet nectar that now adorned his friend's body and without thought of the consequences, he pounced.
Part Four
Chris 'tried' to fight the feral-like Vin, as the sugar-crazed man frantically ripped at his clothes in an effort to locate the enticing white powder that he had spilt so haphazardly moments before.
"Stop," Chris softly murmured to himself, his body shuddering, as he laid back, watching a hunched Vin, licking the white powder from his now bare chest. "Shouldn't...Stop."
With each lick of the illicit Pixie Stix powder, the more wild and out of control Vin became. He wanted more...needed more. The body underneath him was no longer his best friend; it was a fleshy plate for a smorgasbord of the forbidden. There were no tomorrows, no yesterdays, no consequences, just the lust, the craving for the now.
Vin whimpered as the stimulating taste paled under his tongue. It couldn't be over. Not yet. Just a little more; all he needed was a little more.
It hadn't slipped Chris' notice that Vin's extraordinary tongue bath had waned and now that his blood-engorged cock had become uncomfortably tight in his jeans, he knew he too was in desperate need. "Vin, I wouldn't look under my jeans, I'm sure none of it slipped down there."
Vin looked up, his tongue still attached to Chris' chest. It took a moment for his friend's words to sink in. Vin retracted his tongue and licked his lips as he looked down at Chris' lower region. He seemed to war with himself for at least a second, but as he licked the last of the taste off his lips, he knew his need was more important than anything.
"Vin, don't," Chris softly protested.
A feral growl rumbled from Vin's throat, as he roughly pulled at the button and zip of Chris jeans.
(Half an hour later, after Vin had managed to at last free Chris from the skin-tight denims)
Left sweating and breathless by the effort of disrobing Chris, Vin's body trembled as he kneeled hunched over his well-fought for prize. With his mind blurred by the all-encompassing need to feed on the last traces of his addiction, he swooped.
Chris groaned, his hips arching as the warm tongue flicked and danced its way around his pulsing shaft. 'Damn it, what do you need a fucking neon sign' Chris silently chided his friend. 'Suck me damn it!'
Vin didn't obey the silent command, but what he did do was follow the white trail of sweetener, and without thought as to what lines he was about to cross, he descended on the saccharide-coated tip.
Chris moaned as Vin's mouth engulfed his cock. Red spots danced in front of eyes as he thrust himself into the moist suction. 'Damn, no wonder Mary wanted you as her whore.'
Chris had never had a blowjob like it in his life. As every sensory point on his body went into overdrive, his last rational thought was that if Vin felt this good at this end, would his ass be as good?
More, there had to be more. With his fingers embedded in Chris' hips, Vin sucked greedily on sweet flavoured prick, licking and sucking it to the root, demanding it give him everything it had. Feed his monster so that the animal would no longer gnaw so painfully on his gut.
Knowing he was close, Chris grabbed a fist of untamed hair and began to fuck Vin's face for all he was worth, before his body shuddered and his cock spewed his jism down the eager throat.
All the sugar and juices were too much for Vin, and as he licked at the last of Chris' orgasm, his eyes rolled back in head and he passed out.
Still recovering from his 'little death' Chris was startled out of his dream-like state by Vin's sudden weight. "Vin?" When he didn't receive an answer, Chris knew there was something wrong.
Levering himself to a sitting position, Chris checked for a pulse, and was relieved to find that Vin had only passed out.
Disentangling himself from Vin's inert form, Chris stooped over and pulled Vin into his arms. Balancing himself, he got to his feet and carried Vin to the bedroom. Once he had his lover comfortable, he sat on the bed beside Vin and couldn't help wondering where they went from there.
"Where do we go from here, Vin?" He sighed as he caressed his lover's flaccid member.
Just then his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Pulling the covers over Vin, he quickly redressed and went to answer the insistent knocking.
"Nathan?" A surprised Chris greeted his fellow team seven agent. "What are you doing here?"
"Thought you might like to know how we went," He answered as he tried to look passed his boss and into friend's apartment.
"Sure," Chris answered as he barred Nathan's way. "Sorry, I can't invite you in. Vin's just gone to sleep and I don't want him woken up."
"How is he?"
"He's good, real good," Chris smiled, before instantly moderating his happiness. "It was rough, but we made it."
"Maybe I should have a look at him?" The fully qualified Proctologist, GP, Obstetrician, Brain surgeon, witchdoctor, Proctologist, EMT, Plastic Surgeon and Proctologist asked.
"He's fine, Nathan," Chris reaffirmed. There was no way he was letting Nathan's finger anywhere near Vin.
"So how did it go?" Chris casually asked in an effort to deflect the subject.
With the subject deflected, Nathan smiled, "Damn good. You remember that slave trader Macky we busted two years ago? Well he paid good money for her. Seems Mary's age counted against her, but her blonde hair made up for it. We made a nice little profit on her snarky ass." Checking his watch, he continued. "She should be now out of the US flight Path and on her way to Istanbul for the next phase of her career." He smiled as he high-fived Chris.
"I knew I had the right guys for the job." Chris smiled back. "I'm sure Vin will want to thank you as soon as he can." Looking at his own watch, which he had forgotten to put on, Chris raised his eyebrows. "Is that all?"
"Oh no, I nearly forgot," Nathan said as he reached down to the floor and brought up a shopping bag. "I brought Vin some things. I thought they might help tide him over the rough patches."
Chris nodded with thanks and took the bag, rummaging through as he did so. 'Fat-free rice cakes, Pita Bread, what the Hell?'
"There's some Beef jerky, Vega crackers, things that will help ride that sugar rush. He'll be back to normal in no time."
Chris tried to look appreciative, "Thanks Nate, you're a good friend. I'm sure Vin will appreciate this. Well, I'd best go and check on him. Tell the boys thanks for me, okay?"
"Sure Chris, you call if you need anything," Nathan said as he walked away.
"Rice Cakes, Beef jerky!" Chris huffed as he closed the door with his foot. Disgusted, he walked over to the bin and tossed the lot, while mentally making a list of sweets to buy. 'Pop rocks, peeps, starbursts, definitely more chocolate topping and Pixie Stix.'
"OH GOD NO!"
His mental shopping list was put aside as he rushed to Vin's side.
Vin sat hunched over on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his hands. "What have I done. Oh God, what have I done," he cried.
Dropping to his knees in front of Vin (you know, cock level) Chris gently pulled Vin's hands away from his face. "Vin, please look at me. It's alright."
Sorrow-pained, aquamarine, yet, more azure blue eyes looked deep into Chris' chop-suey green. "It ain't alright. How can ya look at me after what I done to ya?"
"Vin, it's okay. I understand," Chris soothed.
"I've made a decision. It cain't go on like this. I hurt too many people. I'm goin' to check myself into the Willy Wonka Memorial Clinic. They'll know how to turn me back to the Vin ya once knew."
"Oh no, no, nonononono," Chris replied with a vigorous shake of his head. "Vin, you can't do that. The Wonka Clinic has to report any addiction cases. The S.E.A will find out and that will bring in Internal Affairs. You would lose your job, Vin. I won't let that happen."
Vin was truly surprised and overwhelmed at the depth of Chris' commitment to their friendship, even after Vin had so brutally orally raped him. "God Chris, how can I make this all this up to ya?"
"Don't you worry about it, Vin. We'll work this out together," Chris said as he patted Vin's bare leg, a little longer, and higher than he should, but Vin was so over-awed with Chris' sacrifice, he didn't notice. "I don't care how long it takes 'Pixie Stix' How much I have to sacrifice 'Peeps' and you, Vin, you will have to do the same 'Milk Duds'. This will be a dirty, 'dirty job 'Chocolate topping'. We have to do 'anything' 'M&Ms' no matter how abhorrent it is to our nature 'more Chocolate topping'. This is about you, Vin," Chris smiled as his fingers brushed Vin's cock. "This is all about you 'A huge crate of chocolate topping'"THE END