The Burning of Pain

Title: The burning of pain
Chapter: 3/ Addiction
Rating: R (For adult content, adult themes, adult languages, and most of all, situations that only adults should be in. (sex.))
Warnings: The above info is pretty much it.
Summary: Your gonna like it. A lot.
Other: Also, if you don’t like Male to Male contact, then do not read this chapter. Though I don’t know why you read it in the first place if you did. (I don’t own Sweeney Todd.) Anyway, you know how violent things get, don’t review to me saying that you didn’t like the violence, I’ll mail you back saying that your not violent enough for my stories and my facts. Just that simple. Anyway, enjoy.


Chapter 3: Addiction with a hint of pain

He slammed his fist against the door.
There was a clanking sound and it could be heard droning down the hall from inside the room. Unfortunately though, the man inside the room did not manage to attract attention, he simply managed to hurt his hand.
The man gave a small sigh and looked at his hand. It was turning black and blue. It looked bruised and tired from hitting the door.
Mr. Todd gave one final glare at the door. He slammed both of his fists against the heavy door and gave a yell of frustration.
His cry rang like a bell throughout the room and the hall.
Though Mr. Todd found himself leaning against the door and then sliding down it to sit.
‘This isn’t right.’ Todd said in his head. He began to hold his head in his hands.
‘Keeping me here…In this place…my daughter is still up there…’ He slowly began to feel the odd twisting in his stomach, ‘This isn’t love…’
Sweeney gave himself a reassuring rub on the arm, “There is something wrong.”
~*~
About an hour later, there came a sound from outside the door.
Mr. Todd moved away from the door. He stood facing it, waiting to see if anyone was coming in.
Turpin was the one to walk in. He was dressed in his normal black clothes. He looked dark and rather put off. His hands were behind his back.
Mr. Todd kept his eyes on the man, “What do you want?”
Turpin began to slowly move into the room. He kept his gaze on the other man.
“I have simply come to see if you need…Anything?” He began to look over the other’s body.
“What?” Mr. Todd asked.
Turpin looked over to a bucket in the corner, “Surly you get tired of going to the bathroom in some pathetic little bucket in the corner.”
Mr. Todd gave a deep groan in his head. ‘Oh what a nice change it would be.’ He was so tired of relieving himself in a little disgusting, poor excuse for a toilet-bowl.
Mr. Todd looked at Turpin as the man began to go forward, “Come…” He reached out a hand.
Mr. Todd felt odd to it. He came forward though.
Turpin was quick with his actions. He spun around Mr. Todd and grabbed a hold of Mr. Todd’s hands.
Mr. Todd soon found himself cuffed behind his back. Somewhere inside of his head, he knew this was going to happen. He simply wandered, ‘what next?’
He felt Turpin’s hot breath on his neck. “I would say that you’re ready to go to the bathroom now.
Mr. Todd moved his head away, “What is the point of this?”
“So you can’t hit me and run.” Turpin said to the cloudy-eyed man. He then wrapped a hand around Mr. Todd’s waist and forced him forward.
Mr. Todd stumbled at the action, but once the door to the cell was opened, he felt a breeze. He hadn’t felt a breeze in what felt like a long time. He closed his eyes and took in a breath.
“Come along.” Turpin’s voice was deep behind him.
Mr. Todd began to follow Turpin as he pulled him by the arm down the long, dank hall.
The hall was stone, and looked very much like a prison. Mr. Todd wondered quickly if Turpin had other people down here. He felt his face grow warm as he felt some odd feeling brush in him. If Turpin liked him the way he said he did, then the other man had no reason for holding others captive. He then sighed, why should he care? It was Turpin’s fault that he was in this position.
They then turned, going through a small door into a small room.
The room was a one-toilet stall, and Mr. Todd found himself in front of it.
“Well…Go.” Turpin said with a smile curving over his lips.
“I-can’t.” Mr. Todd said, a little agitation coming into his voice.
“Ask, and I’ll help you.” Turpin’s voice was suddenly soft, and his hands gently touching Mr. Todd’s shoulders.
Mr. Todd swallowed, his face was stern, and his eyes glaring in front of him. “Please help me.” His voice was low.
He then heard a small laugh as the other’s hand began to move down, coming to start unbuttoning his pants.
He felt the other’s warm hands begin to sink into his pants and then pull himself free.
They both just stood there, Mr. Todd being held by Turpin.
The man in front felt Turpin begin to rub him a little, “Go on….Or do you have to do something else?”
Mr. Todd gave a gasp, “No. Only this.” He then felt another rub along his shaft.
“Please…I can’t do this. Not while you’re here.” Mr. Todd said, a little embarrassment coming into his voice.
“You shouldn’t feel uncomfortable. We’ve done more then this.” He gently kissed Mr. Todd’s neck and then breathed into the other’s ear.
Mr. Todd leaned forward, but found that Turpin was till holding his arm. He gave a sigh and then tried to relax.
There was soon the sound of waste water leaving his body as if filled the bathroom toilet.
He felt more relaxed though.
He soon felt Turpin begin to shake him. When he thought he would then put away and then taken back to his room. That’s not what happened though.
Sweeney felt an odd stroke on his shaft. He looked down.
Turpin was now stroking it gently with his finger tips. The smooth member being moved with the warm hands that the man hated.
“Stop.” Mr. Todd whispered out. He then felt a stubble chin on his neck, “Why? You want this, don’t you?”
Mr. Todd gave a low growl, “No, I don’t.” He then began to pull away, trying to get the grip of the other man off of him.
Mr. Todd felt a violent shove forward, then pulled back again. He landed on the chest of the other man, a needle now in his hand, “You’ll do it.” He then began to drag Mr. Todd down the hall, the other man fighting now that he saw that liquid again.
“And the best part, is that you’ll love it.” Turpin growled as he reached the room Todd was kept in.
He was then tossed onto his bed, his hands still behind his back.
Turpin was then on top of him. His hands crumpling in pain because his body was on top of them. Now, there was a heavy man with a syringe filled with that horrible liquid right on top of his stomach.
“Get off!” Mr. Todd said, anger flaring in him. He couldn’t believe this was happening again.
“You don’t’ really want that.” Turpin said.
Mr. Todd looked at him, “I don’t want this…I don’t’ want to be drugged.” His voice gave a hiss.
He was then brushed against the chin. “Then we’ll do it without the drug. You’ll love it.” Turpin began to remove Todd’s clothes.
Todd gave a wild thrash, “Don’t! I don’t want drugs, but I definitely don’t want to lay with you!” His violent movement made Turpin angered.
Mr. Todd ceased all movement when the other man suddenly brought out the needle.
Everything seemed silent as the captured man looked tat the other.
Turpin’s eyes narrowed and his head tilted to the side. He gave the other a small smirk. The smirk for the worse part, brought a darkness over Mr. Todd.
The right hand of the man came up, almost resting the tip of the needle on his own shoulder. His mouth then began to form words. They were soft, though held no love. And they were harsh, but held no hate.
“Let’s stop playing games. I know you want this. It runs in your mind. Your body screams, Mr. Todd. It screams and itches for this little drug. It shakes and quivers for this little peace and love. You, Mr. Todd, have an addiction, and I can help you to fulfill it.” His voice was a whisper. His head had leaned over, and it now gently breathed onto Mr. Todd.
The man laying down gave a small shiver. There was something in him that was now crawling to be touched. He felt sick though.
His wife, Lucy would be so angry. He closed his eyes tightly, the vision of her dancing to life in a sheet of pail ash that had long been gone.
“This is wrong.” He said lowly.
He then felt that sharp, painful little pinch. It was right in his neck. The needle sinking in, and then injection the liquid into him.
He opened h is eyes to look up at Turpin. The man above him was grinning and letting the tip of his tongue slip over his lips.
Mr. Todd gave a twist, feeling the shot come out of his neck, and leaving the liquid inside of him.
It seemed to twist him. It broke down his sense, it broke down his feeling. The liquid was torturing him.
Turpin leaned down, “It’ll be just like the first time.” He gently kissed Sweeney on the lips.
Mr. Todd twisted away. “Don’t…” He was violently pulled back to face Turpin.
“Why don’t you just settle down, it will be the most fun you’ve had in days.” He then began to kiss Mr. Todd again, this time letting his tongue taste the other man’s lips.
Mr. Todd couldn’t help but give out a low moan, which then allowed the other man’s tongue to slip inside of his mouth.
He could feel that odd organ move about inside him. He couldn’t help but to fight back.
But in a way, he wanted this. Something inside him was changing his mind and he wanted to suddenly be dominated by Turpin. Yet only a little part of his mind told him that this wasn’t right.
Turpin’s hands were on his chest, the clothing keeping them both from skin-to-skin contact. He couldn’t stand that. Mr. Todd needed more.
“Please,” He gasped out, “More.” And he hated that way that he sounded to the other man. He couldn’t stand the way he now wanted and needed Turpin’s body pressed against him.
“My, my.” Turpin mocked, looking down on Mr. Todd, “Someone looks as if they have a slight addiction.” He a laugh with a small smirk. The laugh sounded cocky.
Mr. Todd let the man lean down and kiss him again.
“Mr. Todd,” The pinned down man heard the other begin, “How would you like it if I were to fuck you?”
There was something in him, or something that he wanted in him that drove him to say, “I wouldn’t object.”
He then listened to the laugh the other gave, “Even though I have done so much to you? Even though you say that you hate me?”
Mr. Todd looked up, seeing that the man had now taken on a new attitude and appearance.
At the moment, I find myself not caring.” He heard his voice say as if it were a shadow.
The other man gave a small smile.
He began to undress the other man, making sure that Mr. Todd had no pieces of clothing left on his person.
Then, Mr. Todd began to feel the small touches the man above would give to him. He loved it, the way that the hands would slowly trace over his body and then dug into the tender flesh. In the next movement, it would then trace circles around the hurt area, comforting it.
He would pay attention to the small detail that Turpin was now sucking and biting the tender flesh of his neck, trying to draw blood, much like a leach.
The most attention he paid close to though, was his thigh. There had been a lone finger, then another, and they danced on him like some sort of feather. The fingers would lightly tickle him, and then drift up, near his growing organ, only to drift away again.
He felt himself grow impatient as the fingers did their teasing.
The sensations were starting to become too much for him. “Fuck me.” he whispered into the ear of the other man.
Turpin stopped, looking over at the impatient mess that lay beneath him. He couldn’t help but to obey him.
That hand that had been on his thigh drifted. The fingers stopped at his entrance, then began to slowly push their way in.
Todd couldn’t help but give a slight gasp and then grip the man’s arm with his other hand.
Turpin’s voice began to calm him though as he began the soothing lullaby ‘shhhh’ to Mr. Todd.
Mr. Todd began to relax as more fingers pushed into him, pumping in and out, then moving apart so they would give him a good stretch.
His pants told the other man that he was about ready and he removed his fingers.
Mr. Todd gave small groan as the odd feeling of something sliding out of him appeared.
Sweeney felt the other as he moved away from his body. He moved his hand up and away from the other as he reached above his own head, his hands being let go awhile ago.
There then came an odd shape at his entrance. It slowly made it’s way into him as he gave small groans and grunts of protest.
This was odd. He knew that he was only feeling this because of that drug. But, it felt so damn good, it felt so right.
The feeling that he had had of weather or not it was right to love Turpin washed away.
Todd felt then a small tug out of his body, then the organ moved back into him.
“Fuck.” Mr. Todd muttered out. He soon wished that he had not said it because Turpin gave him a
wide grin, “With pleasure.”
There was something Mr. Todd had noticed, Turpin liked it violent. He knew this from the past experiences, and then from now. The way that Turpin was slamming into his body, Mr. Todd could tell, was due to something deep.
He couldn’t help but whimper when Turpin thrust deeper. This drug made him more shy, he noticed, it made him act oddly.
“Do you like this?” Turpin’s voice asked warmly in his ear as he bucked into Mr. Todd.
The other simply hit his head along the dirty bed, giving a groan as Turpin began to play with him.
“Don’t so shy Mr. Todd, we’re all waiting to know how, it, feels.” He emphasized his words by thrusting deep and hard into him.
Mr. Todd found himself oddly aroused and soon pulled over the edge as he burst all over.
He then had the pleasure of a burning pain as Turpin thrust into him more rapidly over his orgasm, to try and please himself.
Though when he did spill into Mr. Todd, the man gave a wild groan and pulled on the muscles of Mr. Todd’s shoulder’s as he gripped him.
When he finally pulled out, and Mr. Todd closed his eyes over the pain, Turpin smirked.
“An addiction indeed.” He fixed himself up and walked to the door, the other man laying limp and tired on the bed, “A burning addiction with pain.” He then left.
Mr. Sweeney Todd was then left alone, and left to travel in the darkness of sleep alone.
~*~
There came an odd sound. It was at the door, Mr. Todd noticed.
He slowly got up, noticing that someone had given him a fresh glass of water, and clean clothes.
Mr. Todd began to stumble to the door though, putting on the new pair of plants.
He began to press his ear against it.
Then came the sound of a hitch being unlocked . He backed away.
When the door fully opened, he noticed someone odd standing there.
Anthony was wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
“You?” Mr. Todd asked.
The teen began to move forward, “Mr. Todd?”

End of chapter 3. Hope you all enjoyed it so far. Sorry that I have been taking so long to write this. I didn’t mean to take this long. Anyway, I haven’t come up with a for sure chapter number that it will end at, but I know that I didn’t mean for this to be a too long of a story. But, still feel free to review. Chapter 4 should appear soon.

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End of chapter: 10:51 am 6/8/08
Created for 6/10-11/08


-D.D.Darkwriter
What sad times these are, to loose a friend, to loose your love, and then turn around and to kill your trust.