"Kyle, hold still!"

"No! I don't want to!"

"But you will!" hissed Kenny, struggling with the smaller, but still feisty redhead. He pushed Kyle forcefully down onto the carpet and sat on top of him, pinning his arms to his side with his own legs. He snickered as Kyle started to kick and screech. He reached into his parka and pulled out a syringe and a bottle, carefully withdrawing just enough of it, making sure it didn't go past the small blue line on his needle.

"Shhhh," he said quietly, petting Kyle's hair and cupping a hand over his mouth, "just relax, everything's gonna be fine in just a minute." He smirked, but this only renewed Kyle's frantic kicking, he attempted to bite Kenny's hand, which was already blistered and calloused from working with dangerous chemicals. He leaned down making sure Kyle was securely pinned, and located a vein on his arm, sticking the needle in.

The injection was quick, and relatively painless, the hard part was making sure Kyle wasn't struggling enough to hurt himself, or cause the needle to rupture his vein.

This had become a nightly occurrence at the young boys house, first finding, then trapping Kyle, just long enough to force him into getting high, then he would release the other and watch him try to adjust to a mind and body working against him.

"There now, isn't that better?" Kyle had stopped struggling, going almost limp underneath him, breathing slowing down as he relaxed more and more. Kenny chuckled and stood up, grabbing the redhead and dragging him over to the sofa and pushing him down onto it. He pecked Kyle on the lips, who barely responded.

Kenny flopped down on the sofa next to him, leaning back against the armrest and pulling Kyle so that he rested against his chest. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling.

His habit of drugging Kyle had started as a morbid curiosity. He was used to seeing the effect of harmful drugs on bad people's minds, people who were already violent or disturbed, and he wanted to see what would happen if he tried it on someone as docile as a lamb, and so Kyle became his Guinea Pig.

It was easy enough at first, the two were dating, and Kyle was trusting, so it was as simple as putting something in his drink. He was also smart enough to realize when something was wrong, and after a while of random blackouts and Kenny's refusal to let him go to a hospital he realized what was actually going on, and attempted to break things off with Kenny. That was when he started being more aggressive towards his little love, until finally it lead to Kyle forcibly pinned underneath him.

The drugs went from being sleeping pills and antidepressants to stronger things, and eventually acid, heroine, and meth, all of which Kenny himself took as often as he forced them on Kyle.

With Kyle so consistently drugged up and out of his mind he had no time or energy to try and leave Kenny, and Kenny was content with his silent presence, huddled against his chest, twitching, in drug induced euphoria.

"I love you, Kyle," he muttered into his ear, "and I promise to keep taking care of you, forever." Kyle didn't respond, only chase invisible butterflies with his eyes, pupils dilated, skin sweaty and pale.