"It was only a couple of months ago. I was hospitalised, lost fuck loads of blood, nearly died...that kinda shit. Made sure it wasn't reported though. I seem to have mastered slipping under the radar, even with something like this." Deneil lifts up the side of his shirt to show off the gruesome scar left courtesy of the eight inch blade. Although it's healed, the marking still looks incredibly painful. People seem to think that the Khans are all talk but this scar is very much real. "Oh, there's no need to worry about that little cunt. He's...well, there's more chance of me growing my foreskin back than him ever bothering anyone again." Deneil chuckles and winks, leaving Drew's imagination to wonder what makes Deneil so sure the guy won't be a problem any more. When Drew states that he doesn't want to spend the night whining, Deneil nods in agreement and rattles on the bar to capture the attention of the barmaid. He orders some tequila shots for the both of them before jokingly adding, "Don't worry, they're on me!" even though they're completely free. Deneil downs his first shot of the night, getting warmed up for the rest of concoctions heading his way.

"I was arguing with a bunch of his dickhead mates. That guy was a total pussy and just wanted an excuse to get in on the action so he stabbed me then disappeared just as quick. I found out who he was though," Deneil says with a smirk before ordering another round of shots for them. "Oh, I'm not out of action. We can still do some crazy shit tonight. As long as your idea of a good time isn't kicking me full force in the side with those huge feet, I'm down for anything." Deneil drinks his second shot, throwing it down his throat before Drew even picks up his. When Drew asks him how his life is going, he sighs and like Drew, he doesn't want to spend the night whining about everything that's getting under his skin at the moment so he decided to keep it short and sweet. "Put it this way, this is the first time I've had fun in months...and I'm talking about any type of fun," he says, referring to the lack of time spent with friends and his sex life. Deneil looks around and moves in a little closer to Drew before speaking in a lower, quieter voice. "You...you up for something a little bit stronger?"

"I don't know, man. That's a tricky one. I'm no marriage councilor and love works in funny ways. Some people can overlook it but for me...I couldn't. If someone cheats, I'm willing to work through it. People do stupid things for a million different reasons. If it's a constant though, I wouldn't marry that person. If you have sex with different people, what's the point in binding yourself to someone else unless it's a money and power thing you like to have? In marriage you're supposed to be faithful to one person. If you aren't doing that while wearing a ring then you're basically just helping to pay the bills and there's a high possibility of a costly battle when the divorce comes. Like I said though, love works in funny ways. It's 2016. All sorts is happening now." Deneil plays around with his empty shot glass, feeling rather wise after downing his shots and splurging out his views. He fiddles around in his jacket pocket and takes out a set of keys, showing them to Drew. The talk of fiancées and marriage concepts says enough - they're both going through rough patches in their relationships. It's time to turn things up a notch. "Mate, wanna come up to the management suite with me? There are drinks up there and we can take something stronger if need be."

"I'd say forget about marriage. Mate, if you've grown to love another girl equally, I'd say forget about making your relationship exclusive too. You shouldn't have to answer to her and provide for her if you've got the exact same feelings for other people. I'm no swinger. In fact, I've only ever been with one person, so I'm not sure how it all works but I think you'd just be better off as fuck buddies or whatever it's called nowadays." Deneil feels like he can't really offer much advice and doesn't even know if it's making any sense as he's no expert in relationships. He's only been with Mandy and that feels like it's fizzling out slowly. "So, I'm guessing...you get plenty of action with all those guys and girls?" Deneil asks, heading upstairs towards the suite, trying to make the conversation more "manly" and sex oriented rather than all sentimental. They reach the suite and Deneil opens it up, switching on the lights. It's a luxurious place, looking more like a living room but with a few filing cabinets and a desk covered in paper, pens and paperclips to make it seem like an office. Deneil goes behind the desk and opens a drawer with one of the keys. Opening it up, he takes out all of the junk and lifts up the false bottom. He reaches in and grabs a bag of coke before hurling it in Drew's direction. As this suite feels like a second home, Deneil kicks off his shoes and places his jacket over the leather couch. The muffled noise from the club can be heard beneath them. He kneels down on the floor and clears the glass table in front of him. "Wanna line it up?"

"Well I've never been in your situation before so it's hard to comment. I can imagine what it must be like but my advice might not be the best out there. You may want a second opinion. You might be able to work through some things, lay it all out on the table and then continue as a couple - no need to break it off. I definitely think that marriage is out of the question though." When Drew jokes about talking to a Khan who's only been with one person, Deneil chuckles and slowly nods his head. Billy and Deneil are so alike in many ways but the younger Khan definitely doesn't share the same sex drive as his older brother. "Yeah, only ever been with Mandy. I spent most of my teenage years in a care home and then the latter part of it on the streets. There weren't many opportunities to fuck people...although Billy made it his mission to seek them out. He was only 15 when I caught him sucking off a guy behind a KFC. Me? I guess that when I finally found Mandy, I just latched on to the one good thing I had in my life back then. We've been together for four years. I've never dipped my toe in any other waters...." Deneil looks down, reflecting on his time with Mandy. As much as he loves and adores her, there's a lot of living he's missed out on. She is his one and only plus they're engaged, meaning many more years of the same thing. He clears his throat and rolls up one of the bills. With his credit card, Deneil cuts and shapes the coke into six lines on the table before quickly railing two of them. He sniffs and rubs his nose then looks up at Drew with a smirk on his face. "Yeah...that's the fucking good shit, bruv." Deneil shuffles over and places a hand on Drew's shoulder, almost nudging him towards the table to take his hit.

"Well I'm glad that someone is listening to my advice and appreciating it at least. I can't even take my own advice. The Khans are way too fucking proud. Even when we know we're wrong, we don't take the high road just to make things easier. Now, we love telling other people what to do and interfering in their business. We're great at that!" Deneil chuckles and tries to get the mental image of his brother sucking off an older gentleman out of his head. "I don't think that I am really missing out on much. I'm just...curious about how life could have been if I had put myself out there a little more." He exhales and looks up at the ceiling. "Mate, I couldn't even tell you the last time I received a blowjob it's been that long." After Drew snorts his lines, Deneil ponders whether or not to take a third one as two still remain on the table. Two is usually his limit and then he waits a while before taking more. As it's been a long time since he's had a release like this and Drew isn't exactly going to scold him for taking more, Deneil leans over and snorts a third line of cocaine. He coughs and looks over at Drew with a big smile on his face. "Kiss me then, bruv." Deneil laughs and has absolutely no idea why he said the words but, well, he's said it now.

"Yeah, it's really been that long. I'm not blaming Mandy. She's a very busy girl. Making this new album is important to her but whenever she's away being a pop star, it hits home that I'm just Deneil from Hackney. I like my home comforts. I like being able to go buy some milk without being harassed. I like cuddling in bed and watching crap daytime television. Sometimes I think that's not the life for Mandy though." Despite becoming rather sentimental again, Deneil delivers his words in a very animated and hyped up way due to the drugs now hitting him. He seems more like a kid on a sugar rush than a guy fearing the end of his relationship. "Fresh meat?" Deneil doesn't even get to finish his laughter before Drew grabs him by the face and kisses him. Even though he's straight, his first kiss with a man isn't freaking him out in the slightest. Not that this feels "right" but it doesn't exactly feel horrible either. His heart races due to a mixture of the cocaine and the rush of doing something so out of the ordinary, something often seen as forbidden. The pounding in his chest feels like it's becoming louder than the music from the club below them. Right now, nothing else is registering with Deneil apart from Drew and this kiss. He'll deal with the shame and the awkwardness when it comes later on. He places a hand behind Drew's head and before he knows it, their tongues are massaging one another. Deneil pulls Drew in close as their tongues wrestle for dominance. The pair haven't broken from the kiss at all. Deneil stumbles backwards, bringing Drew with him as he motions them towards the couch.

Deneil is pretty sure that Drew can even hear his heart trying to escape from his chest. It's all that he can hear. It pounds in his ears, drowning out the sound of the club and even the moans and movements made by Drew and himself. The coke has now clearly taken over his system and Deneil is not the same person he was just five minutes. He can feel himself dramatically heating up, a combination of the body contact and the cocaine. Deneil also has the urge to grab and move, or just do something as the drugs make it impossible for him to sit still for more than a few seconds. When Drew turns his face, Deneil breathes heavily and rapidly into his ear while placing a hand on his friend's chest, feeling the fast pace of his heart. He moves in and kisses him on the side of his face, connecting slightly with his earlobe too. Deneil keeps a hand on the back of Drew's neck the whole time.

Taking Deneil's dick out of his pants, Drew would have discovered that Deneil is rather on the small side. He almost fits exactly into the palm of Drew's hand, just a little big bigger, making it easy for Drew to play around with. His pink head contrasts greatly to the rest of his darker skin and the precum coating it makes it stand out even more. It looks throbbing and ready for action. Being circumcised and not having a lot of lubrication, Deneil can feel a lot of friction but it's a pleasurable feeling. The sensation of being jerked off roughly while completely coked up sends Deneil to a totally different world. He tilts his head back before pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing his heavily tattooed arms and chest. Deneil proceeds to kiss Drew while messing around with the zipper on his friend's jumpsuit. Not really sure how to take it off, he moves away briefly and looks into Drew's eyes. "Want to take it all off, mate?" Deneil asks, pulling down his own trousers, boxers and socks. He lays totally naked from head to toe on the couch

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When Drew sloppily kisses Deneil's neck, it sends a chill down his spine. It's a sensation he's never really experienced before. Although Mandy has kissed his neck on a few occasions, it has always been soft and gentle whereas this is totally different. He doesn't care if Drew leaves markings all over his neck, it's so good he can continue doing this all night if he wishes. He lays on the couch afterwards and watches Drew undress. The way he pulls off his clothes excites Deneil due to all the fast, sharp movements which in turn keeps his adrenaline going. Seeing Drew nude while totally sober would have probably intimidated Deneil as his friend is a lot thicker and he knows himself that he isn't all that well endowed but as he's totally out of it, Deneil is embracing both of their bodies tonight. He looks Drew up and down, giving him a smirk while sitting on the couch with his legs slightly apart, putting a lot of himself on display even if it isn't intentionally. When Drew sits down and pulls him closer, Deneil's heart begins to pound heavily again. He knows exactly what's going to happen. That familiar feeling, the grabbing of the waist and his partner sitting down. It's only a few seconds before he feels that warm, wet mouth around his dick. "Ahhhh yeeeahhhh...." Deneil moans as he closes his eyes and bites down on his bottom lip. Being rather small, he can move his cock in and out without worrying about making someone gag a lot. It's a perk of being a lot shorter as every inch of him is attended to. His little pink head continues to ooze precum into Drew's mouth. The ring that Drew is making with his thumb and two fingers is ever so slightly pressing into his balls which also gets him off. He curls his toes into the carpet and clenches his rather well rounded backside before moaning again. "Uuuuh fuck man...uuuuuhhhhh!" he groans, taking Drew's hand from his hip and placing it on top of his right ass cheek. Even though Deneil is no expert in pleasuring men, he feels like Drew should be feeling something too. He can't exactly bend down while being sucked off. Deneil raises his foot slightly in an attempt to reach the couch and stroke Drew with it but his balance isn't all that great. "Mate...y-you want a little action too?" he asks, sounding rather out of breath. There's a moment when he feels every inch of himself slide down Drew's throat followed by a swallowing motion which puts Deneil is some sort of a euphoric state. He lets out a long moan, sounding so powerless to Drew and he begins to twitch in his mouth. "Ffffuck....I c-c....I can't last much longer!!"