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General RP Mafia Debt (RhysTheFirebird)

As Lee was able to move, unlike last time, he sat up and moved to the end of the seat, keeping away from Dimitri. He crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head as he looked out the window. He didn't have anything to say about the doctor but at the mention of a punishment he scoffed. "Unnecessary." It wasn't up to him, no. He knew that yet he didn't like this control the other thought he had over him.
 
Dimitri glares, "I've given you freedom! A job, money, clothes, Internet. I've given you things no one else in my position would! I am not a cruel man, but if you cannot listen to me then I have no choice!" He let's out a frustrated sound.

"I do not want to keep you locked up but if it's what I must do to keep you safe then I will."

He glares at Lee, "And right now, I'm seriously thinking about locking you in my closet."
 
Lee rolled his eyes, he never asked for anything of this. If his damn brother hadn't gotten himself killed, Lee would still be in the States with his friends. "No choice?" He glanced over at him, not enjoying the sound of what he said. "Locked up? You can't do that." Oh, but he could. "Do that and I swear-" he didn't know what he would do, but he felt better threatening him back.
 
Dimitri leans forward, grabbing Lee's jaw, "If you want to go home, you will listen to me. Do you understand?" He whispers, his grips tight, almost bruising.

"I have tried to be patient, and kind. I have tried to give you space to do your own thing but you seem adamant to run amuck. Now, I am taking things into my own hands. Do you understand, boy?"

Dimitri was raging. It was there in his eyes, and it was surprising how he controlled himself so well that he only had a tight grip on the other's chin.
 
Lee winced, gasping as his jaw was suddenly gripped tightly, forcing him to turn to face the other. "Let go!" He again tried to pull back, the other still quite strong. Lee's rebellion was only getting him further into trouble. What was with him? What happened to being obedient so he could get out of there? The brat in him raged strongly, keeping him silent, glaring.

"...Whatever," he muttered, pushing the hand away that gripped at his chin. He wouldn't say yes, the brat in him refusing to obey. He didn't appreciate being stolen away from his life, to end up losing the one person he trusted there even though he shouldn't.
 
Dimitri stares at the other, his eyes softening. "You scared me." He whispers, reaching out to touch Lee's hair, and then hesitating, pulling his hand back before making contact.

He curls his fingers into his palm, closing his eyes. "I went to bring you dinner and you weren't there. I saw your laptop." He mumbles.
 
Lee let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, the sudden emotional twist making his head spin. "I mean... You could have texted me." He flinched as the hand reached out before it pulled back. No, he wasn't in the mood for the other to touch him. He didn't want to be around him. He just wanted to go home, though, at the mention of a punishment, he didn't think he'd be finding any peace. He didn't find any point in explaining he was bored and wanted to go out, already knowing the other would remind him to take Nadia with him. He looked away, back out the window, his arms returning to their place across his chest.
 
Dimitri stares out the window, swallowing. "I don't know why Nadia didn't tell me you'd left. But she has her reasons. . ." He leans his elbows on his knees, face in hands.

"I just. . . I was worried about you, and to know you'd snuck out again, so soon after what happened. . ."

He shakes his head again, "I over reacted and I'm sorry." He lifts his head, looking at Lee.
 
Lee didn't really know what to say. He didn't want to apologize, but after the other did, he felt it was only right. "I didn't even know she found me." He shrugged, he didn't even know where she was watching him. Pulling his legs up to his chest, he wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin atop his knees, wincing as his body hurt. "I thought I'd be fine. Get my own drink, not take anything... Everything was fine until that asshole showed up."

"It's... It's fine. I'm sorry." He sighed softly. "Still gonna lock me up?" He glanced over to him, curious.
 
Dimitri stares at him, "You'll be restricted to the estate grounds. And Nadia, as well as a few others, will be with you at all times." He sighs, "You will still have your phone and laptop, and I suppose that boy can come over as long as you inform me about it."

He drums his fingers on his knees, crossing his legs. "Though, you will have to stay in bed for maybe two weeks. And you know, I have an in house bar. As well as a gaming room."
 
He sighed softly, "I guess that's fair..." Not really, but he didn't want to piss him off again. Well, at least he could see Kas again! He had access to his phone and laptop, so that wasn't bad, either. He just wanted to be able to go out, to explore, have some freedom. Maybe...

No. He couldn't sneak out again.

"What- really?" Okay... that made things slightly better. It was fair enough, the two times he snuck out was to go to someplace that had a bar to drink. Having been stuck in bed for a week, he hadn't really been able to explore the estate, so he had no idea about the bar. Or the gaming room! He would have to check those out.

"Two weeks?" He whined. "Gimme some good stuff, then." He was in the mafia, he had to have access to some good shit! By stuff, he meant some painkillers, his usual go-to for getting high. He didn't trust the harder stuff.
 
Dimitri stares at Lee, narrowing his eyes slightly, "You want me. . . To give you. . . Morphine?" He raises an eyebrow and then shakes his head with a laugh.

"Fuck, I took in a drug addict." He leans his head back still laughing. "Whatever, as long as the doctor's fine with it, I don't care. Pretend you're in a shit ton of pain, you did get the shit beaten out of you."

He waves his hand.
 
"Nah, nah, give me... Hm. Percocet? Yeah." He mainly preferred taking pills. He wouldn't shoot up anything. The other was laughing, a curious reaction, Lee cautiously looking over to him. "I mean, I'm not totally an addict. I just... I enjoy the high." He loved the escape, to just feel good. He was shocked, the other actually giving in. However, he appeared to be going the legal way. "Don't you guys deal or something?" Dimitri made a good point, Lee supposed he could convince the doctor since he did get beaten. "C'mon, be my dealer~" He grinned teasingly. It was ballsy to make such a request after angering the other and being a true brat. He didn't care.

"I'd never leave then." Maybe that would convince him~! ...Shit, he would trap himself with the other just to get a high.
 
Dimitri shakes his head, crossing his arms with a grin. "It'll cost you~" he teases, rolling his eyes. "Those can be expensive, you know."

He leans back in his seat once more, relaxing slowly. "Whatever makes you not want to sneak out." He taps his chin for a moment. "Though I'm inclined to put a lock on your door so I know you're getting your bed rest."
 
Lee lowered a leg as he got more comfortable, the mood shifting. He kept one leg up, allowing him to still rest his chin on it as he looked toward the other. "Mm? I'll do whatever~" Fuck, he did it again. He had to stop offering sweet deals to the mafia gangster.

Sure, sure... He could let the other believe that. There was always the window he could climb out of~. He wouldn't mention that, the other already getting ideas to put a lock on his door. He pouted, "How unfair. I don't need that much rest."
 
Dimitri stares at him, "Do you see yourself right now?! I wouldn't be surprised if you had a cracked rib or two!" He takes a deep breath, trying to calm back down.

"Look. As long as you take two weeks to rest in your room, and then stay on the estate after that. . . I'll consider taking you somewhere in four weeks." He leans forward, closer to Lee. "Somewhere with lots of drugs, booze, and any other form of depravity you want to enjoy."
 
Lee flinched as the other raised his voice, seemingly upset again. "Okay! Jeez, I'm sorry." He hated that the other could be right, it did hurt pretty badly. He was quiet then, listening to the deal that appealed to Lee's addictive side. "...Where~?" Any little hint would do...! He doubted he would get it, shaking his head. "...Deal."

It wasn't that he was trying to misbehave, to end up getting hurt and angering the other. He just wanted to have some fun and freedom. As long as he could convince the doctor, something he figured wouldn't be difficult at all, he could have a little bit of fun already. If he really was as messed up as Dimitri suggested, and Lee sure as hell felt that way, he would end up scoring in the end. He swore he wasn't an addict or anything of the sort.
 
Dimitri doesn't answer Lee's first question and the car parks. He climbs out and straighten, before living to the other side and opening the door. He stares down at Lee before scooping him up. He had noticed the other's motion of jot wanting to be touched earlier, so he restrains himself from stroking the other's hair, despite how much he wanted to.

He carries Lee up to his room, laying him down before walking to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth. He soaks it in warm water and a tad bit of soap before walking back. He gently cleans the blood for Lee's exposed skin, his touch light and gentle.
 
Lee pouted when he didn't receive an answer. Bastard leaving him with anticipation. Though, he quickly realized it was most likely because they had arrived home when he looked out the window. He stayed where he was when he noticed the other step out and moved over to his side, remembering he wanted to carry him around. He was certain he could walk, but he let the other pamper him. He didn't mind the affection, he was just mad at him.

He was brought up to his room and placed on the soft bedding, Lee wincing as the pain set in fully. Damn adrenaline made him antsy. He didn't need to ask for help getting washed up, the other already on the task. He appreciated the other's thoughtfulness, Lee thanking him and helping him move if need be. He wasn't sure where else he may be bleeding, so he let Dimitri check him over if he wanted, otherwise he was willing to wait for the doctor to check on him before Dimitri did anything more.
 
Dimitri sits down in a chair after dragging it closer to the bed. He stares at Lee for a moment, brow bunched with worry and concern. After a few moments, there's a knock on the door and then the door opens, revealing the doctor.

"I hoped I wouldn't have to see you for a while, Mr. Chapman." He walks over to Lee, gently taking his hand and lifting his arm as he examines the other. He hums softly, lifting Lee's shirt, "Lots of bruising. . . a few cuts. Can you take a deep breath for me?"
 
There luckily wasn’t much blood to clean off of him so Dimitri finished and sat near him. It was awkward waiting for the doctor to come, luckily showing up not even a moment later.

He smiled nervously at the doctor. “Yeah, well… Trouble seems to love me.” He shook his head, quietly letting the other look him over. So far it was just as he thought, just a bunch of bruising. He hurt like hell. Taking a deep breath, he was surprised by the sudden intense pain, a small yelp escaping him. “Shit!” He coughed, the pain worse. “Oh, god… that’s terrible.” He groaned, holding his right side, right over his ribs. He winced then, moving his hands away.
 
Dimitri tenses slightly, staring at Lee. He swallows, shaking his head and leans back, forcing himself to relax.

The doctor nods, "Cracked ribs. You can continue using that ointment for the bruises, but I suggest staying in bed as much as possible for the ribs." He opens his bag, pulling out a bottle of pills.

"And here are some pain killers."
 
Shit... Really? "Jeez..." He sighed softly, wincing as he was finally aware of the pain. The adrenaline running through him earlier during the fight and the minor one with Dimitri had numbed him. Now that he was back home and in bed, slightly cleaner than before, his body relaxed and it fully hit him. Well, Dimitri got his wish, Lee would be stuck indoors for a while.

The bottle with the typical 'controlled substances' label on it had him eying it, relaxing quickly as he didn't want to tip off the doctor. "Ah, thank you." He said, taking the bottle and looking toward Dimitri. "Can I have some water?" He asked him gently. Hey, he needed it! He wasn't faking it for the good stuff, either.
 
The doctor smiles at Dimitri and looks at Lee, "I'll be back in a week to see how you're recovering, okay?" Dimitri watches Lee before getting up and going to the bathroom, grabbing a small disposable cup and filling it with water. He walks back, content to care for the other as he hands Lee the water.

"Here. . ." He mumbles, watching Lee with concern.
 
Lee nodded, smiling toward the doctor. "Okay, I'll see you next week~" He opened up the bottle of painkillers of Percocet, and waited until Dimitri returned with the water. He happily downed a pill and washed it down with the water. He closed the bottle and set it off to the side, sighing gently as it hurt. He waited until the doctor was gone before speaking. "You were right." His ribs were a mess. "You're stuck with me for a while." He grinned, teasingly. With the painkillers and knowing about the entertainment they had right there at the estate, he would find ways to busy himself until he recovered. He also had Kas to hang out with now!

"Sorry I can't work." He was just getting better after his last attack and was going to start working around the place. Now he couldn't do a thing. Without a way to work to pay off the debt, he was slightly worried.
 
Dimitri waves his hand, "As long as you listen and obey, you will till get paid and this, work off your debt." He leans back in his chin, looking at Lee.

"That boy, at the club, who was that?' he tilts his head, curious as he gazes at Lee.
 
Listen and obey... The phrasing was interesting. All he had to do was be good? Ah, the brat in him wanted to rebel. Still, he gave a nod, agreeing... for now.

"Oh! Ah... Kas. He's a dancer at the club I met. Really nice guy." He wouldn't mention the one big thing they did. Not that he figured Dimitri would really care... Or would he~?
 
Dimitri slowly nods, lifting his ankle to his knee. He watches Lee, looking content to just look at the other. He clears his throat, "Well, if you want to invite him while you're recovering, it's okay." He tips his head slightly.

"Just, don't make a mess, okay?"
 
"Thank you~!" He was thrilled to hear that. At the mention of not making a mess, a light blush filled his cheeks. "Right~" He knew what Dimitri meant, but gosh. He had cleaned himself up earlier as much as he could in the club's bathroom. Now he would love a shower. He sat up and tried to get off the bed, wincing as the pain filled him. He stopped, groaning. Ah, maybe he should wait for the painkiller to kick in... Glancing over to the other, he could get his help.

Did he really want the other to help him in the shower? He wasn't that bad, and yet... "I'm gonna, ah... attempt a shower." He said as he tried to get up again, being as careful as he could, and walked to the bathroom.
 
Dimitri watches the other, dropping him s foot and leaning over, touching Lee's back to stabilize him. "Maybe you should invite your friend. I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you." He murmurs, touching Lee's hair slightly before pulling back, remembering the other wasn't too happy with him.
 
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