Rain poured in heavy sheets outside. It was probably for the best that they were staying inside tonight. Cold and rain was a miserable combination. Lily's group member in danger sense was going off and she didn't know why. She debated waking up Marshall, but the man looked so adorable with his messy hair and his nightshirt riding up... nightshirt... riding up... well maybe she could wake him up in ten minutes. Or maybe...
Somebody pounded at the door. Lily scowled as Marshall woke up. "Oh, God, Lilypad, someone is trying to break in." He was already out of bed and moving through the apartment. Lily followed him and swore she was going to break the neck of anyone who interrupted Lily Happy Time. "Get the baseball bat."
She could hear the banging continue as if if someone wasn't only pounding on the door, they were kicking it was well. Lily could now hear a very familiar voice on the other side, but it was as if Awesome Barney had been replaced by Hippie Barney. "Please, Marshall, Lily, be home, just be home. Let me in. Please, please, please. I'm scared... I'll never do this again. Just let me in."
Marshall cracked open the door. Barney stumbled in, his face the only part of him not bruised or covered in scrapes, although his eyes were swollen from sobbing and tear marks streaks his face. He reeked of urine and vomit, but that wasn’t the worst part. His suit was gone, only a towel was draped around his thin shoulders and there was a trail of blood mixed in with each soggy step of his right food. “I didn’t know where else to go. I was robbed. Even if I had my cellphone, he would have taken it.”
“Barney,” Lily sobbed and pulled him inside, allowing Marshall to close the door behind them. Barney didn’t resist and allowed them to lead him to the couch. “Just sit right there, okay?”
Barney nodded and didn’t even protest when Marshall wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He was shivering, dripping wet in a mixture of rain water and greasy water from puddles. His short cropped hair was plastered to his head and made him look like a teenager instead of a man in his early thirties. “What happened, Barnaby?” Marshall asked. “Just tell us what happened.”
“I… I… I… I did something stupid, Marshall,” Barney said, chewing on one of his knuckles.
He started to tell them everything that had happened, how he had been forced to give the other man oral sex as well as turn over ever possession to him. That wasn’t enough, so he had kicked Barney to the curb, kicked him several times, before urinating on him. As soon as the thing was other, Barney had started walking, knowing that he was near their place and hoping that they were in. He had no shoes and on the way over, stepped on a piece of broken glass, cutting the bottom of his foot.
“You could have died,” Lily said, stroking his hair.
“I know,” Barney said, in that soft broken voice again. “But what am I supposed to do. It’s not like Robin’s ever going to want a slut like me.” He wiped at his eyes. “Pretend you didn’t hear that. And please don’t make me report this.”
“We should,” Lily began.
“No! Just tell them I was robbed. Don’t tell about this.”
“Okay…” she stroked his hair. “We just need to get you cleaned up so you can deliver a witness statement.” Barney nodded mechanically.
“I should beat Ted up,” Marshall said, his slaphand flexing, a glimmer of righteousness in his eyes. Or maybe that was rage. “How could he do that? He indulged two of your worst habits and he should know better.”
“I’ll help you beat Ted up,” Lily said, already helping Barney up and leading him in the direction of the bathroom. “Just hold him down and I’ll punch him in face.’
“No!” Barney protested. “We were drunk… it was a stupid bet.”
“A stupid bet that could have cost your life.”
“I know,” Barney said, eyes to the floor. “Listen, I need to ask you both a favor. I need you to save me from myself. I’m scraping rock bottom right now.”
“What do you mean?” Lily asked not sure what Barney was getting at.
“Have you ever heard of a dominant/submissive relationship?”
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Gambling with Life Part II
Date: 2009-05-13 07:28 pm (UTC)Somebody pounded at the door. Lily scowled as Marshall woke up. "Oh, God, Lilypad, someone is trying to break in." He was already out of bed and moving through the apartment. Lily followed him and swore she was going to break the neck of anyone who interrupted Lily Happy Time. "Get the baseball bat."
She could hear the banging continue as if if someone wasn't only pounding on the door, they were kicking it was well. Lily could now hear a very familiar voice on the other side, but it was as if Awesome Barney had been replaced by Hippie Barney. "Please, Marshall, Lily, be home, just be home. Let me in. Please, please, please. I'm scared... I'll never do this again. Just let me in."
Marshall cracked open the door. Barney stumbled in, his face the only part of him not bruised or covered in scrapes, although his eyes were swollen from sobbing and tear marks streaks his face. He reeked of urine and vomit, but that wasn’t the worst part. His suit was gone, only a towel was draped around his thin shoulders and there was a trail of blood mixed in with each soggy step of his right food. “I didn’t know where else to go. I was robbed. Even if I had my cellphone, he would have taken it.”
“Barney,” Lily sobbed and pulled him inside, allowing Marshall to close the door behind them. Barney didn’t resist and allowed them to lead him to the couch. “Just sit right there, okay?”
Barney nodded and didn’t even protest when Marshall wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He was shivering, dripping wet in a mixture of rain water and greasy water from puddles. His short cropped hair was plastered to his head and made him look like a teenager instead of a man in his early thirties. “What happened, Barnaby?” Marshall asked. “Just tell us what happened.”
“I… I… I… I did something stupid, Marshall,” Barney said, chewing on one of his knuckles.
He started to tell them everything that had happened, how he had been forced to give the other man oral sex as well as turn over ever possession to him. That wasn’t enough, so he had kicked Barney to the curb, kicked him several times, before urinating on him. As soon as the thing was other, Barney had started walking, knowing that he was near their place and hoping that they were in. He had no shoes and on the way over, stepped on a piece of broken glass, cutting the bottom of his foot.
“You could have died,” Lily said, stroking his hair.
“I know,” Barney said, in that soft broken voice again. “But what am I supposed to do. It’s not like Robin’s ever going to want a slut like me.” He wiped at his eyes. “Pretend you didn’t hear that. And please don’t make me report this.”
“We should,” Lily began.
“No! Just tell them I was robbed. Don’t tell about this.”
“Okay…” she stroked his hair. “We just need to get you cleaned up so you can deliver a witness statement.” Barney nodded mechanically.
“I should beat Ted up,” Marshall said, his slaphand flexing, a glimmer of righteousness in his eyes. Or maybe that was rage. “How could he do that? He indulged two of your worst habits and he should know better.”
“I’ll help you beat Ted up,” Lily said, already helping Barney up and leading him in the direction of the bathroom. “Just hold him down and I’ll punch him in face.’
“No!” Barney protested. “We were drunk… it was a stupid bet.”
“A stupid bet that could have cost your life.”
“I know,” Barney said, eyes to the floor. “Listen, I need to ask you both a favor. I need you to save me from myself. I’m scraping rock bottom right now.”
“What do you mean?” Lily asked not sure what Barney was getting at.
“Have you ever heard of a dominant/submissive relationship?”