LES DROGUES
Week Two of Sigma Training
Siriussy woke up on Monday morning later than usual. The Sigma Trainees had a few days off for a holiday. It was Sigmass and Founder’s Day, which coincided with each other. These days were supposed to be a family holiday, but for trainees, it was simply three days off. Only young pups believed in Beta Claus anyway.
But Siriussy wasn’t about to let this holiday go to waste. Even though he gave zero shits about Beta Claus or the Great Founders, he had a date with destiny today. Well— a date with Jame Potter.
No, not a date.
A drug trade.
Today would be the first day of Siriussy’s involvement in the Vegetable Trade and he was elated. Not only did he get to spend the entire day with Jame, which was becoming something he yearned for more often, but he got to commit crimes with Jame. The adrenalin had already topped him, he just had to wait for it to begin fucking him.
A knock came from his closed door as he lay in his plush bed, drowning in the endless duvet. A smile plucked the edges of his lips. Jame, he thought wistfully.
“Oi, fat ass, you up?” Jame’s lovely voice shouted from behind the slab of wood.
“Just getting dressed, dickwad!” Siriussy called back, the adoration slightly slipping into his insult. The boy quickly got up and threw on a plain white tee and those awful skinny jeans he kept wearing, not bothering with a robe. He made a mental note to buy some new clothes when they passed through Betapolis and swung his door open. He was met with the sight of Jame in regular clothes like he had been the first day they met, carrying a large, black duffle bag.
Jame’s eyes surveyed Siriussy’s unrobed body. “You look nice.”
Siriussy suppressed a shudder. “Thanks, you too.”
“Now,” Jame said, smacking his bag. “Shall we?”
“Breakfast?” Siriussy stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him and meeting Jame out in the hallway.
“There’s some on the train,” Jame explained, leading the way to the stairs. Siriussy nodded even though he had never been on this train.
Siriussy was quite sheltered actually. His mother, Walburga, was a controlling narcissist and never let Siriussy leave the house. His father, Onion, was a submissive dog and went along with all of Walburga’s senseless punishments and psychotic helicopter parenting. His brother, Edgylus—poor thing—was still trapped with those psychopaths at their creepy house on 12 Grimm Olde Place. Edgylus was always liked better by Walburga and Onion, meaning he didn’t face the physical abuse Siriussy did, but it didn’t stop his little brother from being a victim of the emotional abuse Walburga loved to bestow upon her children.
So, Siriussy was cultured in the sense of classical readings and plays, but quite sheltered in the sense of real-world knowledge. He barely knew anything about his surroundings other than the governmental buildings, as his father was an important “investor” to important politicians, so this little day trip Jame was taking him on was literally all he’d dreamed of. He’d finally get to see this city he’d lived in his entire life and meet the criminals of it! Disappointing his parents and seeing the sights!
The two boys strolled through the foyer, making their way to the door. Jame informed them that they were passing many important people, but all Siriussy could see were ugly duplicates of Walburga and Onion with different hair colours.
During the holidays the training centre became the home of many tours to Sigma children who were no longer being sorted, instead, immediately being put in training due to lack of Sigmas. So, there were many fifteen-year-olds and their important daddies skipping about, looking at everything the Sigma Dorms and School had to offer.
This was a lucky thing, no matter how much Siriussy loathed nepotism, as no one paid him nor Jame any mind as they exited the building and hopped on the next train to Omega Village.
The train station connected to each landmark in the subsects of the city, so obviously there was one directly in front of the Sigma Dorms. While it was an eyesore, it proved quite useful.
“Where to first?” Siriussy asked around a large bite of scone.
“Omega Village,” Jame replied, gnawing on his toast like a teething toddler. “I’ve got regulars there who always buy, but once we get to Betapolis, we’re going to have to work a little harder. I say we skip Alpha Square to avoid any unwanted attention from the authorities. The posh places are crawling with coppers.”
Siriussy nodded because he knew that better than most. Alpha Square was where he had grown up and he had been arrested a few more times than he’d like to admit when out drinking with “the wrong crowd.”
The train screeched to a halt at the large chain-link fence separating SAB City from Omega Village and Jame got up, stretching like a cat after a long nap.
“How exactly are we planning on getting through the gate?” Siriussy whispered to Jame as they exited the train. He had just realised that they did security checks when leaving SAB City and you had to have a valid excuse for visiting Omega Village. They were screwed.
Well, maybe Jame had a plan.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got friends in high places,” Jame assured him, slinging his bag over his shoulder and strutting up to the security post.
“Reason for visit?” a gruff voice from inside the booth asked.
“Alistair!” Jame exclaimed, shooting an award-winning smile at the figure beyond the tinted glass.
“Jame,” The voice sighed. Siriussy could hear his eyes rolling. “Two more free entries after this, then you owe me another three hundred.”
“Bold of you to assume I’ll live that long,” Jame joked, shooting finger guns as he walked away. The man inside the booth did not laugh, but the gate did slide open, so he must’ve found Jame at least slightly amusing.
Siriussy followed Jame through the gate silently. Omega Village was uncharted waters for him, so he was fully relying on Jame to hold his hand all the way through—in a metaphorical sense, of course.
“Alright, Siriussy, allow me to give you the run-down,” Jame began, turning around and stopping Siriussy in his tracks. “This town we’re about to enter?” Jame gestured to the few buildings surrounded by cornfields they were on track to. “This is the first of five plantation towns. Maizeville, the locals call it. They grow corn here if you couldn’t tell.
“Now, we aren’t going to be selling anything here, too risky what with the guard posts only a quarter mile away. I have specific buyers in the fruit town—Obston—but we’ll try and sell to some of the farmers in Grainsville and Larry Square.”
“What about the other village?” Siriussy questioned after doing a quick headcount. They’d be skipping Maizeville and had buyers in Obston, but would be offering to the farmers in Grainsville and Larry Square. That was only four plantation towns.
“Oh no, I don’t fuck with the cotton pickers. They’re Evan Rosepetal’s turf. I can’t even show my face in Gin Town because of how serious they are about staking claim,” Jame scoffed, turning back around only to throw one last thing over his shoulder: “We’ll take my shortcut, it’s faster anyway.”
Okay, Siriussy thought, quickening his pace to keep up with Jame. This was a new experience, but it was exciting! Flirting with the law and Jame Potter—er, no—just the law. Just the law.
Yeah.
So, the two boys passed through Maizeville, Jame waving to a person here or there. Sometimes it was hard to believe that a boy this lovely had come from Omega Village, but really, these Omegas were just people like anyone else. They were pillars of SAB City, but they weren’t given any credit nor allowed into the city.
They grew all the food.
They grew cotton for clothing.
And they didn’t even get to live within the confines of the fence.
They were just people like anyone else.
It took around another half-hour to pass through Maizeville and finally reach Grainsville, where the boys would be attempting to make their first deal. Siriussy had never realised that Omega Village was this big. He had never realised that the Omegas weren’t completely impoverished. They had homes and families and jobs, just like anyone. Sure they were slightly poorer, but based on what Siriussy had seen in Maizeville, they were nothing short in happiness and content.
He wondered why they were kept so separate and treated like the plague.
“Come on, Hagrid!” Jame pleaded with the burly man standing in the doorway of the house Jame had just banged on the door of. He didn’t look like he was planning on buying any of Jame’s goods, nor like he had the money for it, but hey, Jame was the professional here.
“I’ve been tellin’ ya, I quit Vegetables! Me wife don’ approve of ‘em and I‘ve got me a youngin’ on the way!” The big man—Hagrid—sighed. “‘M sorry Jame. I wish ye luck in yer dealins.”
And with that, the door was slammed in Jame’s face. The boy turned around to look at Siriussy with a cheeky grin.
“What’s so funny?” Siriussy scoffed. “You just lost a deal.”
“Eh, he’ll come around one of these days, I can feel it.” Jame hopped up to the railing preventing one from falling off the porch steps and slid down it to meet Siriussy at the bottom. “Alright then, I’ve got no one else here in Grainsville to hit up, so how about that little shortcut, eh?”
“‘S not like we’ve got much choice, but alright.” Siriussy shook his head to himself and followed the skipping boy up the road.
Jame’s “shortcut” ended up taking them at least two hours, but that was probably due to Jame’s insistent stopping at every body of water for a “quick cool-off.” But Siriussy wasn’t complaining. His view was spectacular.
His view of the birds and the, uh, trees.
Yeah.
(A/N: If you’ve ever seen Call Me By Your Name, think about Armie Hammer’s shoulders. Now paste that onto however you imagine James because lord I am so horny for shoulders and now Siriussy is as well because we are one in the same. JUST KIDDING THIS IS NOT A SELF-INSERT, rather, I am quite forked up in the ol’ membrane and I like to project onto fictional characters <3)
Jame and Siriussy were now approaching the fourth plantation town on the way to what Jame called “the heart and soul of what you SAD folk call Omega Village.” (A/N: I don’t want this joke lost on you. SAB City. SAB Citizen. SAD City. As in sad. I think it’s pretty genius, but I’ll shut up now.) This town also happened to be where Jame had his buyers. And Jame said they also had some killer strawberries, so, two for one!
Siriussy would throw himself in front of a moving bus for some good strawberries. They turned him on. (A/N: I am so sorry.) And don’t even get him started on chocolate-covered strawberries. Oh my God, he would wank to the thought of a good chocolate-covered strawberry. And it wasn’t even like they were rare or something, you could stop at Beta Buy and buy an entire kilo of them for like twenty pounds. He just really liked strawberries.
Well, moving on, Jame was now leading Siriussy into the quaint town. The smell of freshly picked fruit filled Siriussy’s consciousness and made him hungry. He hadn’t eaten in four hours! He was like Micheal Scott, living off the wilderness like this!
But no matter, he persisted like an oppressed woman. That was the true Sigma mentality! Not feminism, no, persistence! But only in men because women were icky. Well, not icky sexually, like icky like you know, uhh…
Siriussy loved women. Just not as people. Only as… vaginas. Yes. That is correct.
Anyway, Jame led him through the quaint and cosy town of Obston. Siriussy couldn’t help but admire the architecture, it was outdated, sure, but it was classic and beautiful. He could tell that the people here took care of the past and their homes. Everything was still in tip-top shape and children played joyously in the streets. Somewhere nearby, maybe in the orchard of fruit trees, there was music playing:
Choke me like you hate me but you want me
Lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me
Touch me with the lights off and my chains on
Baby I’m not the right one you should wait on
(A/N: The song name is E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE by Corpse)
Siriussy smiled, bobbing his head along to the lilting melody played on someone’s banjo. This place was so… so human. Everyone was happy even though they were living in an SAB Citizen’s nightmare. They were a community and they were thriving. Siriussy didn’t understand why this place was so taboo or seen as something equivalent to hell. He would love to live here with Jame… as a roommate, of course. Just for mortgage reasons. Yeah.
“It’s just up here, The Hub,” Jame said, quickening his pace.
The Hub was the place where most of Jame’s deals happened. It was open to anyone in the entirety of Omega Village— or as the locals called this colony, Kolóna Country— even Maizevillians, in case they felt inclined to buy Vegetables. There was a set timetable on when Jame or other dealers— as there was a variety of drugs dealt with at The Hub— would be around to sell so the farmers could cash in their paychecks or borrow a mule to ride down to Obston.
And if you’re wondering why the farmers don’t just grow their own Vegetables, they do, just not the hypnosis-inducing drug types. Those are manufactured in a lab within the Alpha confines. That was why no Alphas would buy. They already had unlimited access.
Jame slowed to a stop and Siriussy followed suit, eyeing the building they’d just stopped in front of.
“This is it.” Jame threw up his arms in a grand gesture.
The building was the least kept building around. The wooden walls were crumbling and planks were stapled over the broken windows. It was a dull shade of grey, but with the holes dotting the exterior, it might as well have been Wonder Woman’s aeroplane.
“Shall we?” Jame asked, holding out an arm for Siriussy to grab onto like some lady in waiting. He was ridiculous.
“We shall,” Siriussy giggled, playing along because if Jame was going to be ridiculous, he might as well be ridiculous too. Ridiculous together.
The two boys walked up the rocky drive, arm-in-arm, stepping in time with one another. Siriussy nearly forgot they were selling drugs, but then they entered The Hub. The pungent smell of cigarettes and… other substances filled Siriussy’s nose. The floors were carpeted, but it was a dirty and stained shag carpet, which was very out, in a style sense.
There were a few couches, ripped and stained, but couches nonetheless, arranged in an order by someone who had clearly never heard of Feng Shui. There was a tiled kitchen and a rickety old table complete with rickety old chairs on the opposite end of the room. A quite dangerous-looking staircase led to an upstairs master bedroom. There was smoke and sounds coming from upstairs, so Siriussy assumed he’d have to traverse those safety violations.
It didn’t look like anyone was downstairs to Siriussy and it looked like Jame thought the same thing.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Jame suggested, leading the way up the staircase. Siriussy nodded nonchalantly but held his breath every time a stair creaked on his way up.
Thankfully, they made it upstairs safely, but now they had to survive opening up those French doors that could very well lead to two people fucking and Siriussy did not quite feel like witnessing that today.
Jame, on the other hand, did not give two shits and slammed the door open without so much as a knock.
“Remu!” He greeted warmly. Of course he knows the two boning, Siriussy thought, rolling his eyes internally. Somehow Jame knew everyone here. Maybe Siriussy should take him to his hometown, which would be significantly sadder, but still.
The boy inside the room groaned. “Jame, we were kind of in the middle of—”
“Nonsense, I am here now and I have a business partner too, so it’s quite official. Siriussy!” Jame called. Siriussy took a few steps into the room, sparing the two in bed a quick glance. They were both guys, for one, and Siriussy definitely recognised Remu from the sorting. He could never forget a face. He also thought he recognised the other boy, but from where?
Siriussy gave the bed another look, trying not to let his eyes linger too long, but he couldn’t help it. That was—
“Siriussy? What the fuck are you doing here?” Edgylus cried, fumbling for his boxers.
“Me?! What the fuck are you doing here, Edgy?” Siriussy shot back at his brother, slapping his hands over his eyes.
“Woah, you two know each other? Convenient!” Jame exclaimed, tossing an arm around Siriussy’s shoulders. “So, what’s your past like? Fuck buddies? Ex-friends?”
“Brothers, Jame.” Siriussy could hear Edgylus roll his eyes as his eyes were still covered. He was not about to catch a glimpse of his little brother’s dick.
“Ah, I see.” Jame thought about that for a second. “Could still be helpful. Now!” He emphasised his word with a clap, having removed his arm from around Siriussy. “Are you two ready to get this deal done?”
“What’ve you got, Jame?” Remu sighed, swinging his legs over the mattress and standing up. The guy was absolutely ravaged. His skin was covered in scars, but Siriussy had to admit, it was pretty sexy, er—cool.
Siriussy averted his eyes as Remu stretched his back as he was still completely naked. Someone was clearly quite confident in his own skin.
“The usual. I.V, injection, smoke, you name it.” Jame dug through his duffle, laying out his options on the bedside table.
“I’ll take some fags,” Remu said, not even looking at the options while he slowly retrieved his boxers from the ground and pulled them on. “Anything else you want, Edge?”
Remu’s familiarity with Siriussy’s brother scared him. He had hardly been able to call Edgylus Edgy, let alone Edge. Who was this guy?
“Got any powder?” Edgylus stood up as well, walking around the bed toward Jame. Before he could make it to the table, Remu snaked his arms around the smaller boy’s waist and gave the top of his head a kiss.
(A/N: I just realised that, for any height dynamics to work, we’re going to have to scale Siriussy up. So ignore his 5’3 [yes we are using US customary for this, fuck off], he is now 5’7, Jame is now 6’, Edgylus is 5’6, and Remu is 6’1. Yeah, I fucked up with that one, thank you for understanding <3)
“Yep. You buying, Remu?” Jame pulled out an untouched box of fags and a bag of some greenish powder, like cocaine, but green.
“Mhm,” Remu hummed, releasing Siriussy’s baby brother to grab his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”
Jame thought about it for a second. “Let’s say fifty.”
“I know that’s not your real price, Jame. I’m not a charity case.” Remu pulled out a few bills. “I’m literally buying drugs.”
“Fifty’s my price, take it or leave it.” Jame shrugged, buffing his nails on his t-shirt.
“Seventy-five?” Remu begged.
“Sixty,” Jame replied, still intently focused on his nails.
“Fine,” Remu sighed, handing over sixty pounds. Siriussy knew that what Remu and Edgy were buying was worth at least one-fifty, but he secretly applauded Jame for not bankrupting the poor.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Siriussy suddenly said to Edgylus who had just put a fag in his mouth, Remu holding up a lighter to it.
“Hmm?” Edgylus hummed around his joint.
“Why are you here?”
“Well,” Edgylus began, allowing Remu to take the fag from between his lips. “Maman and Papa figured out a loophole to keep me around forever.” He didn’t sound particularly happy about this arrangement.
“How?” Siriussy scoffed, there weren’t many loopholes like that. And besides, why would Walburga and Onion bother with that?
“If I become medic certified before my sorting, I won’t even be considered for any other faction. I’ll stay an Alpha and Maman will stay happy.” Edgylus shrugged. “I just have to come out here once a week and pretend to do some medical research.”
“What d’you mean pretend?” Remu cut in. “You’re getting a ton of anatomy lessons from me. Plenty of real-world experience on how the human body functions.”
“Sure.” Edgylus smiled. He rarely smiled.
Who the fuck was this guy?
“So you’re getting free, government-sanctioned trips to fuck some douchebag?” Siriussy was incredulous.
“Some douchebag? I’m right here!” Remu exclaimed.
“Well, in simple terms? Yes,” Edgylus agreed. Remu made a sound of indignation, but Edgylus wasn’t done. “But he isn’t some douchebag, he’s Remu Loopin and I… deeply enjoy his company.”
“Love you too.” Remu pulled Edgylus back to his chest and gave him a noogie.
“Eugh, stop that you arsehole.” Edgylus squirmed away from his boyfriend, but was pulled back in, this time into a deep kiss.
“Oi, stop snogging, I want to say goodbye!” Jame cried. The two boys pulled apart, Edgy looking slightly embarrassed, but Remu simply shaking his head.
“Thanks for the discount, mate.” Remu gave Jame a light-hearted punch to the shoulder.
“What discount?” Jame shot Siriussy a cheeky grin that nearly melted his heart.
“Have a good one Jame.” Edgylus nodded to Siriussy. “Sirius.”
Edgylus’ nickname for him bounced around in his ear canal for a while, Siriussy savouring the feeling of being seen in the way only a lover or family member could see him. With love.
“Bye Edgy, don’t get in trouble with the Value Meal (A/N: Walburger and Onion).” Siriussy waved to the two gays, an Alpha and an Omega and away he and Jame went. Onward to the next town.
The next town Jame and Siriussy went to was not, thankfully, full of Siriussy’s relatives, but it did appear that Jame still knew everyone. This was the assorted vegetable town, Larry Square, and they bought a lot. Jame had said he had buyers in Obston, but this? They walked out of that square with almost a thousand pounds and Jame was even lowering the price depending on his relationship with the person or what he knew about their salary. It was proper insanity.
But Siriussy wasn’t complaining and neither was Jame.
“D’you mind if we go all the way to Omega Village? I don’t think I can go all the way back to the Sigma Dorms with this cash,” Jame asked, flipping through the absolutely massive stack of bills he was carrying. His duffle was significantly lighter, mostly packed with powder and I.V, but the amount of cash he had could easily refill that space.
“‘Course, mate.” Siriussy nodded, chewing on a celery stick he had been given back in Larry Square.
He didn’t even think about what going to Omega Village to drop off the cash would even entail. He figured Jame had a bank account he’d drop it off in and they’d head back to the train station on a donkey.
But no. If Siriussy had been smarter he’d probably have figured this out sooner.
Obviously he didn’t realise it until he was staring Euphoria and Fleaman Potter dead in the eyes and shaking their hands.
Of course dropping off the cash would mean giving it straight to Jame’s parents! But Siriussy wasn’t really a fan of parents and he was definitely not ready to meet Jame’s. What if they didn’t like him and Jame agreed because he loved his parents? What if they made Jame ditch him? Parents could do that, Siriussy had witnessed it first-hand with his own.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Siriussy.” Jame’s mom smiled at him, but the smile wasn’t calculating or cold, rather just that. Just a smile. A warm one too.
What was she playing at?
“Ah, the pleasure’s mine,” Siriussy shot back at her, returning her warm smile. Maybe he could use his charisma with an adult, finally.
“Please, come in!” Fleaman beckoned the two boys on their stoop.
Jame shook his head. “Sorry, Dad, we’re on a tight schedule, I’m just here to drop off the cash we’ve made so far.”
“Oh Jame, you’re too much. We can live off of our pensions,” Euphoria sighed like they’d had this conversation many times. “You need to take your Vegetables, you’ll die without them!”
“And I’ll die with them too, just take the cash, Mum.” Jame pressed the wads of money into her hands and backed down the stairs, gesturing for Siriussy to follow.
“It was nice meeting you!” Siriussy called to Jame’s parents as they sprinted down the village road.
“Bye, you two,” Jame’s parents called, laughing amongst themselves.
Siriussy wondered how people with a dying son could be so joyful, but at the same time, he was glad they could be so joyful. Jame wouldn’t be around much longer and even after just five minutes in Euphoria and Fleaman Potter’s company, he wished them a happy life, even without their only son.
Siriussy didn’t have much time to dwell on that, though. The two boys ran out of Omega, rejoining Larry Square, then Obston, and just as they were about to turn onto Jame’s “shortcut” for possibly more swimming, two people stood in their way.
“Evan,” Jame gasped, heaving from the long run. He slapped on a quick smile, but Siriussy could see the alarm in his eyes. “And Barty? How’ve you two been?”
Siriussy didn’t have any time to react before Evan had taken Jame by the throat and Barty had tossed a bag over his own face.
If anything was clear at that moment to Siriussy, it definitely wasn’t any of his five senses, but the fact that they were being kidnapped by some of Jame’s competitors.
And Siriussy was certainly not expecting that.